My name is Annie Clare Sawyer and two years ago I died. But in so many ways, that's when my life began. In the company of horrors, I learned about friendship and loyalty, sacrifice and courage. Humanity isn't a species, it's a state of mind. It can't be defeated, it moves mountains, it saves souls. We were blessed as much as we were cursed. In this little enclave of the lost I witnessed the very best of being human.
S3Lia
S3Adam's Family
[after chasing Adam through the hospital] And where do you think you're going?
Oh... I thought I'd try my luck in Haematology.
Home sweet home.
It's a shit hole.
Yes, but it's our shit hole so show some manners.
Mitchell? Is that another ghost? A bloody Hogwart's, this place.
Tell her how much you enjoy the work.
Oh, this is... ah...
That you were inspired by Florence Nightingale to bring cleanliness to the wards.
Oh, god—
Don't say God, she might be religious.
Shit!
God is better.
It isn't a complicated job! I've done it before, I can do it again. What more is there to say?! Oh.
Nita Mawulawde (who cannot hear or see Annie): I don't think there's anything more to say.
RRichard
So this is what all the fuss is about. You know, I expected some demon. What do I find? The last Russell Brand in the shop.
I think you need a new wingman. I, sir, am a registered poon hound.
Have you ever actually had sex, Adam? You know, proper, balls-deep sex? You touched a boob? Be honest with me, Adam. have you ever even touched a boob? Because I have! Loads!
I'm sure he'll settle right in there. I mean they do have a massive telly.
Oof. Ginormous.
The whole house, it was furnished to the highest standards.
Yeah. And so clean.
It was immaculate. I mean, Richard and Emma themselves were slightly, what? Eccentric perhaps...
I'd go for "unreconstructed."
Really?
Yeah.
Would you?
Mm.
And, well... kinky.
Filthy. Just arseholes.
A pair of complete and utter kinked-up, filthy racist arseholes.
We've just left a vulnerable young boy with a pair of, not only instinctive killers, but heinous pervs.
Do you realize I'm zipping my coat up and going back there.
Yeah. And I'm going with you.
RRichard
You come in here with your ridiculous blunt morality and you understand nothing of his world, nothing of his needs! Tell you what, let's leave it to Adam, eh? So Adam, what's it to be? A life of comfort, privilege and all the pleasures that a young man could ever dream of. Or hardship, desperation and hunger.
I choose them.
You may need to be a bit more specific.
Oh, yeah, I mean you. George and Nina, I choose you.
S3Type 4
What have we got?
A drunk, dead woman. Shouting.
That's not a ghost. I can smell her.
What, from here?
Oh yeah. Even without the whole wolf thing.
Well of course you can smell her. She's got a body! [they look at her] I'm sure I mentioned that.
So what do we call you?
SSasha
Anything you like, sweetheart. [Annie yanks her hair with the straighteners]
Oh! Oh, sorry. Look, you got caught there. Caught a bit of your hair, sorry.
SSasha
Don't worry, babe. I can tell you're not used to a beauty regime.
I don't think it was just Sasha. There's four subject sheets here. All came back to life, all at the same time. I think they were testing them. Trying to find out what they were, how they worked, if it could spread. I think they were scared.
[staring in horror at footage on a digital camera of a conscious, screaming zombie being dissected by surgeons] I know the feeling. Did it say anything about anaesthetic in there?
Yeah. "Anaesthetic ineffective." How did you know?
They did it anyway. What did they do with them afterwards?
[slowly realising the extent of the situation] Incinerated them...as a health hazard.
Were they still alive, when they burned them?
We owe her, George.
We owe her? Why do we owe her?
She came back to life two weeks ago. All of them did, when I was on the other side.
Saving me.
So. Hang on, what are we saying? That Death's Door was engaged?
Her spirit couldn't pass over because of me.
We made her. We owe her, all of us do.
SSasha
It all falls away. The looks, money. Lovers, friends.
Not all your friends.
SSasha
No. Not all your friends. And the ones that are there at the end, they're the real ones, aren't they?
Yeah. Yeah.
SSasha
Thank you. For being my friend, Annie...
George, would you like...to have...a little...hairy baby with me?
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