Everyone in the room looked up as a phone rang. Embarrassed, Flora stood up quickly, grabbed her bag, pulling her phone out of it, 'Gavin Cochrane' she quickly pressed the phone down button, stopping the ringing. They all glance at each other for a moment, before allowing the conversation to begin again. However a few moments later Flora's phone rang again, she took one look at the caller and stopped the call again.
Felix/Rebecca: Who are you trying to avoid? The whole room's attention was suddenly on her and she muttered.
Flora: No one.
Rebecca: It doesn't sound like no one.
Flora: Becca, leave it! That was the loudest anyone had heard her speak over the last 2 days and everyone looked at each other shocked. It was only 5 minutes before they heard Flora's phone buzz again. Sighing she picked up her phone again and began to read her message, 'I no u h8 me the mo, but the DCI is headin ur way, she h8s me, so I wuld appreci8 it if u culd not say nothing that wuld land me bk in prison, I'm truly sorry, Gx' Flora quickly deletes the message and puts her phone back on the table.
Will: You are being very secretive. Flora doesn't comment on this, just glances at him.
It wasn't long before Flora got an unwanted visitor.
Richard: Ms Ryan? Flora stands up and sees Richard leading in a woman and a policeman.
Carol: DCI Carol Jordan, Ms Ryan. leaning in to shake her hand, which Flora takes, before turning to look at the man next to her.
Don: Sargent Don Merrick.
Flora: My pleasure. shaking his hand Will you sit? They nod and sit down. Flora glances at others in the room and gives them the slightest wink
Carol: I'm sorry to interrupt your… party? Ms Ryan.
Flora: Not so much a party, more of a weekend reunion. She nods
Carol: I suppose you know we are here Ms Ryan?
Flora: Well of course, however I distinctly remember telling your other Sergeant, that there was to be no investigation. I am a busy woman.
Carol: I know and I totally appreciate that, however this is to do with other things not just your apparent breaking and entering the other day, and we must question you. The room all see Flora's face sour and Will, George, Fred and Joe all glance at each other, their respective other halves looking curiously between them.
Flora: Well if you must you must, but I would appreciate it if we did this quickly.
Carol: Of course. trying her best to smile at the woman. Now the other day, you phoned us, telling us you had an uninvited guest, who broke down your door and was apparently hassling you. Flora rolls her eyes and nods One Mr Gavin Cochrane? Flora nods Now tell me Ms Ryan, have you ever met Mr Cochrane before?
Flora: Well he is a very respectable figure in my circles in London, so yes I had met Gavin Cochrane before.
Carol: How well did you know him?
Flora: Erm… not very well, I'd only spoken to him on occasion.
Carol: Really? Flora nods, however those who knew her well in the room could tell her was lying, by the colour in her cheeks and her obvious uncomfort, as she kept wringing her hands, however as always she kept her cool.
Flora: Yes, DCI. smiling sweetly.
Carol: Have you seen, or heard from him since your little incident the other day?
Flora: No. However Carol doesn't seem satisfied.
Carol: We have a report here from a number of neighbours, who live near you. holding out to grasp a sheet of paper from Don. It says that you on a good week, you will only return home 3 nights a week. That's not very many. Where do you go the other 4 nights Ms Ryan?
Flora: Places, here, there… you know. Carol shakes her head
Carol: I'm afraid I don't.
Flora: Parties, sometimes I don't finish work until very late.
Carol: And you tend to gate crash these parties? And fall asleep at your desk?
Flora: Have you ever been to a gallery gala?
Carol: I ask the questions.
Flora: I'll take that as a no. A gallery gala is a party, where you look around the hosting gallery, on a good night, you will dance, talk to a lot of important people and if you're lucky get completely leg less on the finest foreign champagnes. I'm sure you can imagine the sort of thing. Well depending on where the gallery is depends on whether I go home or not. If I don't I will stop in some hotel.
Carol: Why not call for your driver?
Flora: Because of the hours, even I am not cruel enough to call my driver at 4 in the morning.
Carol: You're are paying him.
Flora: Even still, 4 in the morning, 4 nights a week, no matter how much I pay the bastard, he ain't gonna stick around for so long. Carol nods Same for a late work night.
Carol: You say 'important people' go to these… galas, what do you mean by 'important people'?
Flora: Oh the usual, gallery owners, the mindless journalists-
Carol: Like John Raymont? They all see the flicker of terror in Flora's eyes, as she says that name.
Flora: Excuse me?
Carol: John Raymont. she repeats, taking a photo from Don and showing it to Flora. If I'm not entirely wrong he's been your escort for the last few of these dos.
Flora: Oh John Raymont. pretending to suddenly understand
Carol: What was your relationship with Mr Raymont, Ms Ryan?
Flora: My relationship with Mr Raymont was completely professional. Standing up and offering them a drink, which neither accept, before pouring herself a brandy.
Carol: Care to explain your definition of professional?
Flora: John Raymont is a very powerful journalist, I would have been stupid to say no to his escort.
Carol: And stupid not to take up his offer of a roll under the sheets? Flora spins around and glares at the DCI.
Flora: It was nothing like that.
Carol: Alright. There is silence for a moment. On the night of you last gala, at the Tate Gallery, John Raymont was your escort? Flora nods Then Ms Ryan… leaning in closer to Flora as she sits down Would you care to tell me why you left the party early without your escort.
Flora: Because I had a headache. Carol sighs and pulls up the addition of the Guardian, Flora had read so many times and flung it down in front of her.
Carol: Do you read the Guardian Ms Ryan? She shakes her head You never even read the gala write ups. Not even John Raymont's stories? She shakes her head So you are telling me, you let this man escort you to the galas for publicity you don't even read?
Flora: That's right.
Carol: Rather strange. So you never read his last article? flickering to the right page in the paper. Which contained his passing comment about 'the well known art world ball breaker' and her extra-professional activities at the party? I don't suppose you've any idea who he's referring to do you Ms Ryan?
Flora: I'm afraid I don't.
Carol: You know Ms Ryan, we have not yet checked the CCTV tapes on the night of the gala, but we easily can and if we find out you've been wasting police time, well that could mean a large fine or a large sentence in prison. So I'll ask you again, do you have any idea who he's referring too?
Flora: Alright, alright! she rubs her head.
Carol: As I suspected, I'm glad we sorted that one out. Now Ms Ryan, could you possibly tell us who was with you at the time?
Flora: I- I don't remember. I'd had a lot to drink.
Carol: Suit yourself, after all you did have a 'headache'. Flora swallows, and looks down at the table. What about the day Mr Cochrane broke down your front door and wouldn't leave?
Flora: What about it?
Carol: Come on Ms Ryan, listen to this, taking the hand-held tape recorder and beginning to play what was on the tape. This is from your… locksmith. Flora's eyes widen.
Locksmith: 'It was about 2 I got a call from Gavin Cochrane telling me that Ms Ryan had lost the key to her house and he'd had to break the door down to let her in and I was to come as soon as possible.' They then hear the voice of Carol
Carol: 'What was the house like when you got there? Were both Ms Ryan and Mr Cochrane there?'
Locksmith: 'When I rang the doorbell I sort of glanced through the doorway, there was no one there and there was a moment before Mr Cochrane came from upstairs.'
Carol: 'What about Ms Ryan?'
Locksmith: 'Well I thought that curious, that he'd be there and her not, I mean I know Ms Ryan well enough to know that she does everything herself. So I asked him and he muttered something about her being in the bath.'
Carol: 'And when did she first appear?'
Locksmith: 'Not long after.'
Carol: 'What was she wearing? I mean did she look like she'd just got out of the bath?'
Locksmith: 'Yes, she looked as though she had got out in quite a hurry and her hair was wet?'
Carol: 'What did she say?'
Locksmith: 'She flung his jacket and him and told him to leave.'
Carol: 'She flung her jacket at him? Had it already been downstairs or had she brought it down with her?'
Locksmith: 'She'd brought it down with her.'
Flora: It's not how it sounds! Carol raises a finger to her lips to silence her
Carol: 'Then what happened?'
Locksmith: 'He refused to leave until she told him why she suddenly wanted him to leave. Said something about her one minute being gagging for it then as cold as ice.' Flora rubs her head, shaking it
Carol: 'Had she already rung the police? For the tape, the witness is nodding his head.' My Sargent told me, he tried to strike you for calling the police, before they handcuffed him. Why not allow a investigation to be carried out, Ms Ryan? This man you say you barely knew. But you do know him don't you?
Flora: I've already told you.
Carol: So you allow any men to wait upstairs while you take a bath? And you told my Sergeant he broke your down door and refused to leave.
Flora: That is what happened!
Carol: But he had your permission to enter? Flora doesn't say anything for a moment. I feel the need to ask again, how well do you know Mr Cochrane? Flora still doesn't say anything.
Don: Ms Ryan, we have a hospital document here, saying that you were brought into hospital at 11 in the morning on the day we have mentioned, brought to hospital by Gavin Cochrane.
Flora: He was helping me, I'd been mugged and he was passing, took me to hospital and then organised for the locksmith to come.
Carol: He was passing? Not all men who see a woman being mugged would stop and help, surely there were a lot of other people around. Unless of course you'd just been talking to him.
Flora: I've already told you, I have nothing to do with-
Carol: Let me tell you what I think Ms Ryan. You read John Raymont's article on the Tate gala and become worried about the barely discreet mention of you, naturally you organise to meet Gavin, him being on the other end of this-
Flora: That-
Carol: Don't interrupt me! You talk, he tells you he'll sort it out and you part, however he sees you in trouble, takes you hospital, then takes you home, breaking down the door for you and letting you in, rings the locksmith and allows you to get in the bath, then we get to the locksmith saying about you being gagging for it etc. Was Mr Cochrane planning on joining on you, when the locksmith had left? What made you change your mind Ms Ryan? After all this fling with Mr Cochrane is hardly a new thing.
Flora: You said this investigation was nothing to do with the other day, so would you care to tell what this is about?
Don: Thomas Montague, Ms Ryan. showing her another photo Know him?
Flora: Who doesn't? The bastard is about to go under.
Don: He's not anymore.
Flora: What!
Don: Mr Montague was about to go under when an unexpected large amount of money appeared.
Flora: What has this got to do with Mr Cochrane and myself?
Don: We want to know where that money came from.
Flora: And you think it was Gavin? They both nod, there is a pause Why was he in prison before?
Carol: Murder.
Don: But he got cleared. Flora nods
Carol: He shouldn't be out.
Flora: You think he shouldn't have been cleared?
Carol: No, he didn't kill anyone, but back in the old days, before prison hit him, he was in some dodgy circles, he always got his underlings to do his dirty work for him. Robberies etc.
Don: When he got out, he bought this gallery, borrowed money probably. Flora nods There are those who think he's really harmless.
Carol: And there are those who don't! Montague blames you for him going down.
Flora: I know that, bastard.
Carol: We think he got the money from Gavin, who got it in some scam and we are determined to pin Cochrane for this one.
Flora: I'm sorry, but I can't help you.
Carol: We need to know if you've had any contact with Gavin Cochrane since that day the police came? Flora shakes her head
Flora: I've told you, nothing.
Carol: You told us a lot of other untrue things too.
Don: May we looked at your phone Ms Ryan? For a moment, they all see the despair in her eyes, but she passes her phone over. There is silence for a moment, as Don flicks through her phone. She was just relieved that she'd deleted that text message. Last two received calls, Gavin Cochrane, both unanswered, no more than an hour ago.
Flora: I've not SPOKEN to him, I've not SEEN him.
Carol: Any text messages?
Don: Nothing from Cochrane.
Carol: Why are you not answering his calls Ms Ryan? Why did you call the police? She doesn't answer and the two sigh. Beginning to flick through their papers, to see if they could get any information.
Don: What time did the locksmith come? Suddenly finding a sheet of paper
Flora: I don't know I'd lost track of time. 2:45ish, I don't know.
Don: How long was Cochrane downstairs, before you got out of the bath?
Flora: 10? 15 minutes?
Don: We have a list here of all call made to and from his mobile, he got a call at 2:57 to his mobile. But he wasn't their to answer the call and if his jacket was with you, then you must have answered that call. Flora smiles
Flora: Well done.
Carol: Who was the call from?
Flora: Why are you asking me if you already know? Smiling at Carol, sarcastically.
Carol: What did Thomas Montague have to say? Flora doesn't answer Tell us Ms Ryan. Flora looks up at them and begins to whisper.
Flora: He said he'd been trying to reach Gavin all day, but he'd not been answering his calls. Flora swallows and takes a deep breath. Montague hired Gavin Cochrane to get back at me and was most annoyed when he found out about Gavin's relationship with me. I don't think Gavin mentioned on his plan that he was going to get into bed with me.
Don: I'm not sure if Gavin planned it too.
Flora looking up at him: What?
Don: When did you first meet Gavin Cochrane?
Flora: 31st of March.
Don: Montague didn't first call Cochrane until the 7th of April.
Flora: But- that means… Don nods and smiles at her.
Don: I told you Cochrane was not our guy Carol.
Carol: Hang on, back up a bit.
Don: He tells Gavin to get back at Ms Ryan, which Gavin takes up cause he's already close to her. Glancing at Flora, who nods But when it came to it, he couldn't do it. Montague gets pissed off and decides if Cochrane can't do it, then no one can, so he gets the money instead.
Carol: But from who?
Flora: Tom Montague would give interest to anyone who could help him out. So the person who gave him the info, must have known about Gavin and myself and jumped straight in their to tell him.
Don: Then he gets the money for Montague and gets the interest. Flora nods Who knew about you and Gavin?
Carol: Raymont? Flora shakes her head.
Flora: He didn't know Gavin by name, if he had he would have mentioned him in the article, he didn't mention the man cause he had no idea of his name, if the tabloids began to ask about Gavin, he wouldn't have been able to give him a name. Don nods Well I can't think of anyone else… Gavin's driver, the slimy one, his sort of… body guard if you like.
Don: Danny Abrams? Showing her another photo and Flora nods and shivers
Flora: He gave me the creeps.
Don: Danny did most of dirty work for Cochrane and… kept things ticking over when Gavin was inside.
Carol: It's got to be him. Don nods Power hungry and able to get his hands on a lot of cash if need be. Don nods again He's been dying for an opportunity to get Cochrane for years. He's been longing to be boss for ages, thought everything was alright when Cochrane was locked up, but then he was released.
Don: So we going for Abrams then, as well as Montague? Carol nods, as they stand
Carol: Thank you Ms Ryan?
Flora: Is that it?
Carol: I think we've wasted enough of your time already. Flora stands and shakes their hands, bidding them goodbye. Once they'd gone, Flora sits down gobsmacked.
Felix: Are you alright?
Flora: I don't believe it. She whispers. Then suddenly she jumps up and darts to the window, but it was too late, she saw Carol and Don driving away. Shit! She dashes to her phone and begins to ring someone. You stupid bastard! As she hears the voice, that told her his phone was off, she doesn't wait to leave a message, she just stops the call and begins to call his house number, but there is no answer, and his message service began to kick in. Gavin! It's Flora! I need you to ring me as soon as you get this message! I know it wasn't you, it was Abrams sucking up to Montague, the police are going to get them, but you had better stay out of their way until- Suddenly someone picks up the phone
Montague: Ms Ryan, how lovely to hear your voice.
Flora: Gavin?
Montague: Guess again?
Flora: Montague!
Montague: Correct. Thank you so much Flora, for informing us that the police were coming, it'll give us a little head start.
Flora: I need to talk to Gavin.
Montague: No can do I'm afraid, he's asleep at the moment.
Flora: What do you mean asleep?
Montague: Sorry did I say asleep, I meant unconscious. Same thing really, you know, both means he's unable to talk… at the moment, but it won't be long before we… silence him for good- She gasps and hangs up.
Rebecca: What is it? Flora doesn't say anything.
Felix: Flora?
Flora: It's too late. she whispers Montague and Abrams have got Gavin. There is silence throughout the room. I have to go to him! picking up her keys
Jarvis: No! grasping her arm Let the police deal with this.
Flora: I have too. I'll get there long before the police even think to go to Gavin's flat! I lost the first man I loved through my own stupidity, I'm not about to loose my only other when I can do something about this. Let me go Walter. You've done it before. she whispers and the room goes silent, as he lets go of her arm. Thank you. Walter shakes his head
Jarvis: I'm coming with you. Flora shakes his head
Flora: You'll be ripped to pieces.
Jarvis: Then what chance do you have alone? Flora pauses for a moment then nods. Jarvis glances at Andrew, who nods. Then to Will, who also nods. The three men follow her out.
Rebecca: Andrew! dashing out after his, followed by everyone else Andrew Adams don't you dare get in that car! As Jarvis holds the door open for him, but he steps in, followed by Will, Then Jarvis steps in himself, closing the door. Flora reverses back smoothly, shouting out of her window.
Flora: Do you want to get run over? They all move out of her way, then she changes gear and speeds quickly down the path.
Fred: Nice car. they all nod
Fiona: She drives so fast, but has such control, at this time of night, they'll be in London in an hour, max.
Victoria: What's the deal between Walter and Ms Ryan?
Fred: Long story.
George: Very long story.
Joe: Basically years ago they had a thing, but it all ended in tears. She and Will had an affair.
Sophie/Vicky/Isabel: Never! The men nod
Joe: Huge at the time.
Rebecca: I don't think you should be discussing such things.
Felix: That's in the past.
Rebecca: And it stays there. They all walk into the house.
Sophie: She seemed so sweet and quiet 2 hours ago. They all chuckle
Felix: I think she was more shy than anything.
Victoria: Shy? But you all know each other so well.
Fred: There was a time when Ms Ryan had so much respect, but after everything that happened at Taplows, she thought she'd lost all that.
Felix: Walter told her she had.
Rebecca: He planted it into her head, that everyone thought she was some whore.
Grace: We never lost any respect for her. But it was all too much.
George: Walter didn't take it well when he found out.
Felix: Neither did someone else. glancing at Emily.
Sophie: That's why you don't like her. Emily nods
Fred: We all thought they were happy for a while.
Felix: They were pretending to be the happy couple for their unborn child.
Sophie: What happened to the child? Felix shrugs
Felix: We all went our separate ways and Flora told Walter she'd miscarried again. Maybe she made it up? Maybe it was true? We don't know.
Rebecca: It was true. I helped her get through it. Losing the baby before caused a lot of damage and when the baby reached 10 weeks, she miscarried.
Grace: And she can't have children? Rebecca nods
Rebecca: Not without a miracle.
Cut to Flora and the three men getting out of the car. Flora had got Walter to ring the police while she'd been driving, he'd got them to contact the DCI and Don and tell them that Montague and Abrams were at Gavin's. Flora found the door to Gavin's apartment unlocked.
Flora: Gavin? They were silence, she glanced at Walter and they walked further into the house, Flora noting to herself to tell Gavin that his apartment was so 'him'… if she ever saw him again. Gavin are you here?
Will: Flora. coming out of the living room, she looks at him and shakes her head. She follows him into the living room and gasps. Gavin was on the floor, she dashes down next to him, cradling in him in her arms.
Andrew: No sign of anyone else.
Flora: Walter, can you go and get my first aid box from the back of my car and Andrew, you better go and see if the DCI has called me, I left my phone in the car, you may as well wait there. Will you should go down too, you two wait and Walter you bring me my box and we'll get him to the car. They nod, and hear a little groan from Gavin, as he moves his head from one side to the other. Gavin darling are you alright? Can you hear me? Walter, Will and Andrew leave and Gavin groans again and coughs slightly, moving his head again. Gavin?
Gavin: Go. He just manages to get out.
Flora: Are you kidding? I'm not going to leave you here. You don't have to worry, Montague and Abrams have both gone now and the police will catch up with them. Once again Gavin moves his head from side to side. What? she whispers, before feeling a firm hand cover her mouth.
Out by the car, Walter is looking in the back of the car.
Walter: Andrew get out of the way, I need that light from the street lamp, I can't see a bloody thing!
Will: Here. throwing him a torch from the front of the chair. Have you seen this car? Magnificent.
Andrew: You are supposed to be looking for her phone, not admiring the views.
Will: Alright, alright. Keep your pants on, I mean I know I'm as gorgeous as Rebecca, but you really aren't my type. Walter chuckles, still searching.
Montague: Who are your friends Flora?
Flora: None of your business! wriggling in Danny's arms
Montague: Well thank you for getting rid of them, made our jobs a lot easier. 3 against two, really wouldn't be fair.
Flora: Just like both of you against Gavin! Montague tuts and Danny smirks
Montague: Fool! I don't like people who go against my wishes Flora! You weren't meant for Gavin, you were meant for me. I was supposed to be the one to kiss those baby soft lips of yours first. He whispers, running his hand down the side of her face, causing her to flinch. You run along now Danny, go check on Gavin, give me and Flora a moment alone. Danny nods, smiling cheekily and realising her, at the same time as Tom grabbed her. You've know idea how long I've waited for this Flora! Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him. She wriggles and tries to pull away from him, but his grip is firm. He pulls her closer and begins to kiss her, she struggles, bringing her knee up hard, he bends over in pain, as she dashes for the door, but he grabs her. You are going to regret that!
Flora: Walter! She screams… like she had twice before, but he hadn't come those times… so why would he this time?
Walter: For gods sake! Why are women's intrusions so poor? She said in the back of the car! If she meant the boot, why didn't she just say the boot! Bloody women! As he pulls the first aid kit out of the boot, throwing Will the torch.
Will: Walter! As the phone rang, Walter snatches it off him and answers it.
Walter: She's just with Gavin at the moment, he's in a bit of a mess… No, there is no sign of anyone else… no there is no need for you to com- Her scream for him, echoed out of the open door throughout the street. Flora! He throws the phone at Will, and he and Andrew dash into the house, running up the many stairs. They dashed in and quickly saw Danny hovering over Gavin, who smirks when he sees them. Where's Flora? They hear another scream, coming from a room to their left. They both dash towards it but Danny stops them. It was Andrew who took the first punch, giving Walter the chance to get passed him and towards Flora. He flung the door open, to see Flora lay on the floor, Montague covering her and trying in vain to undo her dress. Walter jumped forward and pulled him off her, Flora gasped and smiled, relieved. Walter pulled Montague up and threw him against the wall, smacking him sharply across the face. Montague didn't like this and punched him in the stomach, knocking all the wind out of him. Using this to his advantage, he grabbed his head, knocking it against the wall. Flora shrieked, but Walter quickly got his revenge, grabbing him he pinned him against the wall and began to continually punching him in the stomach, and across the face, saying each other his next words, as he threw a punch. No one!… Ever!… Touches!… The!… Woman!… I!… Love!… And!… Gets!… Away!… With!… It!… Is that clear! No one!
Will: The DCI is on her way, sir! entering the room. Andrew's got Abrams pinned down.
Walter: Good. Spinning Montague around and pulling his arms painfully behind his back. When the DCI and her men appeared, Will went to get Flora's first aid box for her. The men took Montague and Abrams away and the DCI thank Flora and the others.
Carol: Very well done Ms Ryan, you'd make a good cop you know. But Flora wasn't listening, she was too busy seeing to Gavin.
Walter: You'll be getting idea's into her head Miss Jordan.
Carol: I'm serious.
Gavin: She couldn't cope. He gasps She loves her gala's and parties too much. They all chuckle
Flora: Shush! I'll sort you two out when we get back. she mutters to Walter and Andrew, who nod and with the help of Walter, they get Gavin into the car.
Carol: Thanks again, Ms Ryan.
Flora: My pleasure. she mutters, getting into her car.
The car was silent all the way back, Flora was crying silently and no one knew what to say to her. Everyone came dashing out as the car pulled up, Walter got out first, pulling open the back door for Andrew, who got out, then the two of them helped Gavin out, while Will and Flora got out at the other side.
Rebecca: Oh my good god! She exclaims. They all get into the hall and Flora pours them all brandies. Flora let me help you. pulling the kit off her and beginning to clean up Andrew, while she began to do Walter, but he shakes her away.
Walter: Don't you think, you should change Gavin's bandages, I'm sure I can wait. She smiles at him and moves to Gavin.
George: Well are you going to tell us your tale?
Rebecca: Not now George. cleaning the cuts on Andrew's head.
When Rebecca and Flora had finished, they both turned to Walter, but Walter insisted that Flora be looked at first.
Flora: It's nothing really, I've had worse. as Rebecca began to fuss over her, but she finally gives in and allows it. After a while, she snorts and they all look up at her. You'd think I'd be good at this sort of thing by now wouldn't you?
Walter: I'm not sure it's the sort of thing you become good at? she mutters and she smiles slightly
Flora: I should take a course in defence, no not just cause I may want to kick the crap of them as well as defending myself. They all chuckle.
Gavin: I was worried you know. I didn't know whether you had got my text before Don and the number one bitch of DCIs. They all chuckle
Flora: She wasn't that bad. Once she'd cleared up the fact that 'she asked the questions' we were alright.
Andrew: Yer well we all know you aren't the most co-operative of people.