Surveillance 24\7 Page #2

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This is Exit Ten with us today.

And so just want to ask you

a few questions...

Can you leave it?

...I just want to go way back

to the very beginning

and maybe ask about

where you first met.

- Amy?

- Adam?

The very same.

It's been a while.

I mean, uh...

How have you been?

Ah, so-so.

What about you though?

You made it then?

Made what?

You got there, huh?

Big smoke, big job in telly.

Something like that.

What did I tell you?

Look, Adam, it's lovely to hear

your honey tones and all,

but it's getting late.

Can we cut to the chase?

What's this all about?

Okay, listen.

It's about a guy

called Jake Raven.

The sequence of events that led

to the tragic drowning

of society photographer Jake Raven,

started at Kensington Palace,

at around 2:
1 5 on the

afternoon of the 6th of May.

Guests at the Palace confirm

the flamboyant son

of media baron Lord Raven

appeared drunk and emotional,

and had to be escorted

from the Palace grounds.

Hours later he was dead.

The story of Jake Raven's

abduction could come

from the pages

of a conspiracy thriller...

but it doesn't.

It really happened.

Our investigation,

painstakingly pieced together

by eyewitness accounts

and real-life footage,

shows exactly what happened

to Jake on that night.

Where did he go to after the party?

Who did he meet?

And what secrets did he

take with him to the grave?

One man is certain that Jake

was killed to keep him quiet.

That man is his father -

Press Baron Lord Raven.

Raven was as bad as Ml5.

Worse.

He filmed everything -

absolutely paranoid.

Classic standoff.

He know everything

we where up to;

we knew all about him -

Ned.

Thank you for dropping

everything at such short notice.

Your wish is my command, master.

He's cute.

This was the last person

to see my son.

What do want me to do?

I want you to find out who else

is asking around about this--

Adam Blane.

Precisely.

An old friend of his,

and a very good friend of mine, actually.

Who is?

Who is Ms. Amy Conroy.

She's a highly talented

and undervalued young lady,

who we're fortunate enough

to employ.

Oh, really?

Yes.

Presenter/Director

on the Blast Channel.

You leave our Amy alone.

She's a sweetheart.

Did her work experience

with me years ago.

Oh, good.

That's what we like to see -

synergy.

And she knows this

Blane of old, does she?

I can attend to your sordid

requirements perfectly well

on my own,

thank you very much.

I'd like to see her.

Hello, you.

Hello, stranger.

You look fantastic.

You're not even looking at me.

I mean it.

You look well.

God...this is weird.

So you're a teacher, huh?

How'd you know that?

How's your Dad?

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