Sarah Jane held her breath. Her eyes shut tight. Was Marvin going to beat her? Kill her? Was he-

'And what did he tell you?'

She paused.

Calm. His voice was...calm.

Answer carefully, Sarah Jane thought. Answer...carefully.

'What did he say?'

'He...'

Where did she start? Which words would decide her fate? So far, yes, Marvin was proving Mallory right.

'He said...they're...'

'I'll just return the call and ask him, shall I?'

Sarah Jane paused.

'They're coming.'

Momentarily, Marvin let-

'Did he say anything about Ruby White?'

Oh. She had forgotten all about that.

'No.'

Pause.

At last, Sarah Jane felt the overpowering grip of the man above her ease off.

Bit by bit, she found the energy to sit up, trembling, as Marvin moved to the other end of the room.

'I've proved her right, haven't I?'

Sarah Jane glanced at the man.

'I didn't want to have to do that,' he continued. 'No doubt it was at the pleasure of Bitch-Face and Clarence.'

Marvin sighed.

'I wouldn't kill you. My instincts would forbid it.'

Was he sure about that?

'So, why's Claudia been faking it, then?'

Sarah Jane looked at him.

'Faking what?'

Marvin glared at her.

'Sitting with Bitch-Face and Clarence, she is, laughing themselves silly at us. At your bloody gullibility.'

'What are you on-'

'Was never shot,' Marvin snapped. 'Never went to hospital, did she?'

'But you saw her, Marvin, bleeding out on the grass. And then in the hospital bed.'

Just where was this all coming from?

'There's evidence that suggests otherwise. All for show, it was.'

Sarah Jane looked at him.

'Laurie Cutter,' he continued. 'Bound to ring a few bells.'

No. It didn't.

'Well now,' Marvin said, approaching the phone. 'Let's just see, eh?'

Sarah Jane watched as he dialled.

'And ask about...ask about...'

Marvin stopped, his eyes darting.

'About...'

'Are you all right?'

He stumbled, feeling the wall for support. Sarah Jane climbed to her feet.

'Who was I going to call?'

He looked around, stumbling again.

'Marvin, what's wrong?'

'I don't...'

Marvin headed for the bed, and sat down.

'Ruby White. It's-'

THUD!

Sarah Jane approached Marvin, as he lay sprawled across the floor.

'Marvin? Marvin?'

She rushed over to the phone. Sarah Jane paused. How did she know he wasn't faking? Or that-

'Emergency, which service?'

Sarah Jane glanced at the man.

'Ambulance, please.'