A Lonely Place to Die Page #4

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then double back to the village.|It's about 15, 20 miles all in.

I found this in the hole.|She must've been down there for days.

- Did she have any food?|- Didn't look like it.

She must have been starving|down there all by herself in the dark.

Let's not kill her with|a smoked mackerel sandwich.

Can we use your phone?|Phone for help?

What, in these mountains?

Won't get anything approaching|a signal till you get near the A9.

That's about 30 miles away.

You said it was|15 miles to the village.

There is a faster route.|We're only two miles from Devil's Drop.

- What's Devil's Drop?|- The only way to breach the ridge.

It's a sheer cliff face|500 foot straight down,

but from there, it is only|a four-mile hike to Annan Mor.

How do we get a child down Devil's Drop?

We don't. Two of us abseil down|and run to the village for help,

alert the police and get the Highland|Rescue to pick up the rest of you.

- Who are you gonna take with you?|- Alison.

Sorry, Ed, no arguments, mate.|I need the best.

It's a massive face, Rob.|I mean, we don't have enough rope.

I've got 20 metres of seven mil|if that helps.

No, no, you keep that with you.

There's some rough terrain.|You might need it. We'll manage.

- We'll multi pitch it. It'll be fine.|- Do you want us to wait here?

No. There's no way we're staying here.

Follow the route on the map. I'll make|sure they get the helicopter out to you.

As long as you stick to that route,|they'll find you easily.

- Yeah, that's it. There it is. See?|- Where?

That's the Haston Step.|It's the first belay point.

- You wanna go first?|- Yeah.

Rob?

F***! Rob, there's no more rope.

Can you make it?

- Easy.|- Sh*t. Sh*t!

Easy.

Alison! How is it?

F***ing scary, Rob.

There's no footholds for five feet.|You be careful, OK?

Rob!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Look, why don't we carry her?|Me and Ed could take it in turns.

- Makes sense.|- OK.

- Come on.|- Here you go.

Be gentle.

Anna!

- Come on.|- Jesus Christ!

Put her down.

Right, so what do we do now?|You won't be able to carry her.

- I can try.|- You'll collapse after 100 yards.

Then we'll go at Anna's pace.

- That's pretty f***ing slow.|- Watch your language.

- She can't understand.|- Hardly the point.

- For f***'s sake.|- We've gotta keep moving. Come on.

Do you have any idea|what she's been through?

I get it, OK?|Can we just go now? Please?

- Come on.|- OK.

Come on, sweetie. We have to go.

F***!

Jesus!

F***. F*** it. F***!

F***! F***! F***!

Help!

F*** you!

F*** you.

It's been cut!

I think it's about a mile away|to the river.

There they are.

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