"Please Bill. It’s Maggie. Me wife of twenty five years. Please Bill, please don’t do this."
"Why’d yer eyes look like mine?"
"I-I wear contact lenses, Bill."
"Take ‘em out. Just take ‘em out, love. That’s more like it."


Ken lets out an awful primal cry of pain. He runs to his wife and cradles her in his arms. Kieren is looking in horror at the weeping, devastated Ken, widowed for a second time, cradling Maggie’s body in the street.