All language subtitles for Unforgotten 6x06 - Episode 6.RAWR.en-en

We have a match.

Your DNA is on the sweatshirt.

Was it you that attacked Mr Cooper
that night?

No comment.

You want me to lie for you.

Just say you don't remember anything
that happened that night.

- We're done.
- No.

After I passed them, I heard splash.

Anything else?

How about if I check my diary?

Can we get the luminol in here, please?

The blood on Melinda Ricci's jacket,
it belonged to Gerard Cooper.

You're under arrest
on suspicion of murder.

I didn't do it.

*CREDITS*

What are you doing, Marty?

Whoops-a-daisy.

So can you stop harassing me
and my daughter now?

No-one's been harassing you, Juliet.

You went behind my back
to my daughter's school.

Yesterday, I had to tell her
you might be interrogating her.

We wanted a brief chat.

That is your suspect.

A man who's twice come to our home
equipped to do us violence.

It's not a very big leap, is it,

to work out that
he probably killed Gerry, too?

Come on.

How's my mum?

I need to remind you
you're still under caution, Marty.

Did she die?

No.

But she's very poorly, I'm afraid.

Oh, Mum.

Yes, that's my jacket.

Are you able to explain why
Mr Cooper's blood is on it?

Because he did hit me.

And on that occasion, I hit him back.

- And where was this?
- My flat.

- When?
- February 12th, my birthday.

You were seeing each other
at this point?

- That was the night we split up.
- Your birthday?

- Oh, yeah.
- Because?

It's a long story.

Here all day.

So, I got pregnant by him in June 2020.

But at that stage of my life,
having a child

was just not something
I could contemplate...

so I had a termination.

- And that night, he came round...
- I'm sorry.

Father Ryan told me
that you actually had the baby

and gave it up for adoption?

That's an interesting interpretation
of confessional privilege.

Yes, I told Father Ryan that.

Because when I said I'd got pregnant
by a married man,

he slightly shat the bed.

I mean, from everything
that I've read of yours,

from watching some of your stuff
on BNC,

you're a pretty staunch pro-lifer,
aren't you?

I think that terminating
a potential life

is a desperately sad thing to do.

But bringing a child into the world...

especially now, that you don't want...

that you don't feel that
you can give the best life to...

is so much more sad...

is how I feel.

And I profoundly regret
not saying that out loud before now.

I think it's fair to say that
I'm the worst kind of hypocrite.

And when was it, the termination?

Um...

July.

And Cooper knew about it?

Yes, unfortunately.

Why "unfortunately"?

Um, so on... on February 12th,

uh, Gerry called me and said
that he wanted to come round

to give me something.

And idiot me, I still thought
that it was a present, but, um...

actually, it was a demand
that I lend him 30 grand.

I presume then, by this stage,
he knew that

you'd been offered a contract by BNC?

Yes.

And what did you say?

No, of course.

- Did you have that amount of money?
- No.

I mean, I had a few thousand saved up,

but nothing near that amount.

And what did he say when you said no?

He would tell BNC and every
newspaper I'd ever worked for

that this pro-lifer, devout Catholic,

had broken lockdown rules,

had an affair with a married man,
and had an abortion.

And I told him he was evil.

And he punched me in the face.

And I hit him round the head
with a carving of a duck,

hence the blood.

And then I fled my flat.

And I didn't return
until about three hours later,

this time with a male friend,
but by that time, he'd... he'd gone.

- And will your friend testify to that?
- Mm.

Yeah, I spoke to him yesterday.
I'll give you his details.

Did Cooper ever act on
any of his threats?

Not that I'm aware of, no...

but by the time it...
it'd come closer to me leaving,

he'd lowered the amount to 5K,

and just to get him off my back,

I agreed to meet him
and make him a transfer.

That was on the 24th of February,

and obviously, he... he never showed.

And then I found out from a mutual
friend that he'd disappeared.

And given everything that
had gone on between us, I just..

I just wanted to get out of London
as quickly as possible.

I'll ask you again,

did you ever liaise with Juliet Cooper?

Yes, I spoke to her once.

She must have got my number
from his phone, and she...

she rang me, it was about a
year before he disappeared.

And she was very unpleasant.

She said that
she would fuck my life up.

But I never...
I never met her in person.

- Mrs Dowari?
- Yes.

DS Boulting,
Bishop Street Police Station.

I wonder if you could spare me
five minutes for a quick chat?

- Would she return here voluntarily?
- Well, she said an emphatic "no".

And given any extradition will take
many weeks, I'm heading back.

Well, they've also been
some interesting developments here.

Yeah? What's happening?

Almost immediately,
it was clear it wasn't habitable.

Damp started to appear
in both bedrooms,

and the children started to cough
and have permanent colds.

And you feel bad, complaining,
because...

we were immigrants
and we had not yet...

had the opportunity to give back
to this wonderful country.

But Asif was brilliant and told us

our children have a right
to live safely.

He was only our interpreter,

but he fought so hard for us
with Mr Cooper.

Except every time Mr Cooper
said he'd fix the damp,

all he ever really did
was paint over it.

And so our son Jamal got sicker
and sicker.

Sorry, how old was Jamal at this point?

18 months when we moved in,
in September 2020.

Thank you. Please go on.

So he was really poorly
with a lung infection...

and then in late January 2021,

he was actually admitted to hospital
because of his breathing.

And how long was your son in hospital?

Two weeks and five days.

And then he came home
to your new place?

How do you mean?

When he recovered,
he came home to your new place?

Jamal never came home.

Right.

Sorry, so where did he go?

Jamal died.

- Oh, Mrs Dowari.
- Sorry, I thought you knew.

He had an acute fungal infection
in his lungs from the damp,

and he died on
the 22nd of February, 2021.

Two days before his second birthday.

- I'm so, so sorry. May Allah comfort you.
- Thank you.

Do you mind if I just ask
one last question. Please?

Of course.

I presume that Asif wasn't
interpreting for you any more,

- in your new place?
- No.

But you kept in contact
with each other?

Very much so,
he had become a valued friend.

And I'm assuming that he knew about
your son's death?

After our family,
he was the first person we told.

OK, so, obviously, we need
to speak to Asif again.

Yeah. The timing's just too
coincidental, isn't it?

Agreed.

- Fran?
- We have triangulation.

Excellent!

OK, so, if you look on the 22nd,
that's the Monday,

data puts Cooper in Brighton,

which checks out with his desk diary,

he was meeting snack suppliers.

- Yeah.
- Then back in Bow, in the evening,

where he calls a local takeaway.

Yes, got that.

Then the 23rd, he seems to spend
most of the day in Bow,

presumably working in or above the pub.

OK. Or at least his phone
spent most of the day in Bow.

Well, yeah.

But 13:37 on the 24th,

he makes the call
to the brewery woman to cancel

the four o'clock meeting,
and that call is made in Ilford.

Where was Marty Baines' flat?

- Ilford.
- OK.

So on the day he is reported missing,

we have Cooper maybe meeting
Marty Baines.

Maybe.

And did you actually speak to
the brewery person

- who got the voicemail?
- Yes.

She said it was definitely Cooper.

OK. So we know he's alive on the 24th.

Well, yeah, probably.

How do you mean?

There's just this weird thing.

With the voicemail he left her,
she said he called her "babe".

Babe?

She said the message was
something like, um,

"Sorry, babe, can't make today now,
I'll call you."

OK. And do we definitely know
that they were just work colleagues?

I mean,
given what we do know about him.

Oh, yeah. She said they were
definitely just colleagues

and that his language
was inappropriate, so...

I don't know.

Something about the timing
of all this is just off.

The dodgy number plates,

- this message...
- Mm.

- something...
- Yeah.

One to ponder.

Uh... OK, listen, thanks, guys.

- Hey.
- Hi, love. Hi.

Um, Steve's been here,
he took his stuff.

- Yeah, I know, I said he could.
- No... No, it's not that.

It's not that, Jess,
I'm just a bit worried about him.

- He's saying some bad things.
- What things?

Like how he's messed up his whole life

and he can't see a way forward.

Is he still there?

No, he left about ten minutes ago.

- He's found a rental round the corner.
- Where?

Um, Larford Street.

Jesus, that's literally
the next fucking road.

I mean... he wouldn't do
anything silly, would he?

He's not... He's not like that, is he?

- He's not that sort of person?
- No, look, uh,

I'll call him, or I'll drop by
on the way home.

- What number was it again?
- 25.

Right, OK. Um, listen, Mum,
I've gotta go.

I'll talk to you later.
OK. Thanks. Bye.

So, how was it?

I don't know if you're aware of this,

but it rains a lot in Ireland?

You're joking?
I've never noticed!

Listen, are you OK to go straight
into an interview with Asif Syed?

We've only got two hours left on
the clock.

Yeah. Let's go for it.

And then it'll be straight into
Marty Baines.

Murray sent you
the Dowari statement, I think?

He did, and I've got an idea
on how to approach this.

Great. Fire away.

Since we last spoke,

we have new information
on the Dowari family.

Do you remember Jamal Dowari?

No comment.

Well, according to his mum, Nahal,
you absolutely adored him.

You bought him a play mat
for his first birthday, you...

baby-sat him on numerous occasions...

do you remember that?

No comment.

I'm sorry to bring this up because
I can see you're getting upset,

but do you remember...

what caused little Jamal's death?

No comment.

I think you do remember...

because you were at the hospital,

helping the Dowari family
understand what was happening and

speaking to the doctors, weren't you?

No comment.

You know he died of a fungal infection,

almost certainly caused by
the conditions

in Gerard Cooper's flat.

No comment.

Do you remember the day he died, Asif?

He died on the 22nd of February, 2021,

just two days before
his second birthday...

and less than 48 hours before
Gerard Cooper disappeared.

So, listen,
let me tell you where we are.

I think you're in a bit of a... panic.

I think you see your whole world
collapsing, your citizenship,

your relationship,
your whole life in the UK.

And the truth is,
if you do remain silent,

we would be obliged to seek
the authority to charge you

with the car park assault,

despite us knowing that
Gerard Cooper was a violent man

you may well have had
to defend yourself against.

For your information,

I've spoken to
the police at Barnstable,

and they will not be charging you
with any immigration offences.

Your partner has taken
full responsibility for that.

So we would love to be able
to eliminate you

from our enquiries as well.

We suspect you're a good man, Asif,
but...

you need to help us here.

Help us help you.

A few weeks

after Jamal first got sick,

in December, I...

I went to see Cooper at his pub
doing a lunch for the homeless.

And there he was...

serving food and...

handing out
clothes and presents, and...

he was brilliant.

Kind, funny, generous and just...

just lovely.

Which is when I realised...

he could be empathetic,

he did have the capacity
for compassion, he just...

he just chose not to show it to us.

Because he'd stopped seeing us...

as human.

We had "swarmed over" in our "hordes".

He saw us as... vermin.

The day Jamal got admitted,

I went to see Cooper that night.

I'd taken a... a photo of Jamal
on a drip,

and my intention was just to show him,

to shame him,
and naively, I thought maybe...

maybe it would change him.

His reaction at first
was to intimidate me physically,

pushing and shoving cos he was a bully.

And when that didn't work,

because why would it
with someone like me,

he actually tried to hit me.

I mean, he was out of shape,

and I put him down with two punches,
but...

that was it.

I walked away leaving him groaning
on the ground but very much alive.

So what were you doing
in Juliet Cooper's house, Marty?

I wanted to speak to Taylor.

Right.
And what did you want to say to her?

I wanted to offer her
my sincere condolences for her loss.

You broke into her house late
at night to offer your condolences?

Yes, I did.

You had a screwdriver on you, Marty,
in your bag

and a hammer in your hand
when we intercepted you.

Marty Baines,
lock-breaker extraordinaire.

So you've broken into
her home before, haven't you?

- Uh, yes, I have.
- Where was that?

- Above the pub.
- Why'd you do that?

- To give her dad a right sorting out.
- Marty.

- You wanted to do violence to him?
- Uh, yes, I did.

Punch him on the hooter.

OK.

So we know that Taylor talked you
out of doing anything that day,

- but did you later change your mind?
- No. I did not.

At a later date,
did you get angry again

about what he did to you,
and specifically to your dad,

- and attack him?
- No, I did not.

- Did you kill him, Marty?
- No man has the right

to take another man's life,
DI Sunil Khan.

Can we talk to you about Ilford?

- I lived in Ilford.
- Yes, we know.

We wanted to ask you about
a particular day.

- What day?
- A day...

we think that
Gerry Cooper was in Ilford as well.

In 2021, in February,

we wanted ask you if you remember
meeting him in Ilford?

I never met him in Ilford.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.

- He never came to your flat?
- He never came to my flat.

Cos we have a record of
a phone call he made from Ilford

on the day we think
he might have disappeared.

- What day is this?
- The 24th of February, 2021.

On the 24th of February,
I had Coco Pops and tinned peaches

for breakfast, watched Lorraine
and Homes Under The Hammer,

before walking to City Airport
to watch for planes.

I returned to my flat at 20:55

in time for Kirstie and Phil
on Love It Or List It.

That's very detailed, Marty.

Can I ask you why
you have never told us this before?

You never asked me.

Out of interest, can I ask you
what you did on the 23rd?

On the 23rd of February,
I had Coco Pops and tinned peaches

for breakfast, watched Lorraine
and Homes Under The Hammer,

before walking to City Airport
to watch for planes.

I returned to my flat at 20:35
for The Real CSI at 21:00.

I'd put good money on him being on
that airport CCTV

- exactly when he said he was.
- Mm.

Boss?

The cyclist's daughter dropped
his diary in.

Oh, yeah?

Like he said,
it was 3:30 in the morning

when he witnessed the disposal,
but it was 3:30 on the 24th.

No way.

Which obviously begs
a number of questions.

- Yeah, just a few.
- Yeah. The most obvious one of which...

is how the hell does a man leave
a voicemail on someone's phone...

when his dismembered body
had been thrown into the marsh

ten hours before?

So, these...

according to DVLA,
are the five number plates

at the time of the murder
of the cars of Asif Syed,

Melinda Ricci, Marty Baines's dad,
Gerry Cooper and Juliet Cooper.

All pretty anonymous saloons.
And this...

is our murder car.

Now, it's possible, I guess,

that the killer could've acquired
fake plates,

but that would have required
a lot of prior planning,

- suggests premeditation.
- This wasn't premeditated.

No. So my best guess is
they altered their own plates

with marker pen or tape or whatever.

Changed an F to an E,
a three or a six to an eight, etc.

So basically,
which of these five plates

could most easily be changed
to match that one?

Exactly.

So, who's good at Wordle?

It's obviously not that one
or that one.

Can't be this one, either.

- Yeah...
- Well, two Fs can be Es.

Yeah, and that P's gotta be that B.

Yeah, so it's obviously this one,
isn't it?

The M stays the same,
the C changes to an O.

The five to a six.
Seven stays the same.

Two Es and a B.

So, whose car is that?

That car belonged to...

Juliet Cooper.

- Hass?
- Asif?

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That was the hospital.

Marty's mum's recovered consciousness.

And she just told a nurse

that she stirred the pills
into her own drink.

- Why?
- Said she felt a burden.

Said she felt that he would get
better help without her.

Right,
aside from the burglary dwelling,

- let's release him NFA.
- Yep.

- He'll need to be with her.
- Mm-hm.

Has anyone seen DI Khan?

I really like you.

I always have, but you were taken.

But over the last year or so,

as we've got to know
each other better, it's just...

it's just been lovely.

And then the other night happened.

And then you rang and rang.
And I... ran.

As I always have, actually.

So I'm just gonna say
what I'm gonna say,

and then if you don't mind,
I'm gonna go back to work, and...

you can absorb it
without the pressure of me...

looking at you?

You're not a serial killer, are you?

24 years ago, I was in
a relationship with a bloke, and...

we'd been together three
pretty unhappy years, and then...

one day, I went out to get
some fags and never came back.

Which was...

fine.

Except...

we had a daughter

who I also left behind.

And who, for many

complicated reasons, I...

haven't seen...

since.

Which is obviously quite a thing.

That's what I thought you should know.

And obviously,
there were mental health issues

and court cases and...

lots and lots of pain...

and I'm sure you have
a million questions,

but as I say,

I'm gonna head back to work now,

but I just wanted you
to know that, and, um...

and...

yeah.

Call me if you still...

- Yeah.
- Hey. Leanne...

Jess. What's happening?

The thing that tripped us up

was the voice message left on the 24th.

But I'm guessing that was
an old message left for you,

and you just replayed it
into his phone mic,

as you used HIS phone...

to call the brewery colleague.

Nice touch driving to Ilford
to make the call, though.

Mm.

And when we track down your old car,

I wonder if we'll find residue
of the marker pen or gaffer tape

you used on the number plate?

No jury would ever convict
on any of that.

Oh, I don't know.

But we'll also speak to your daughter.

And I have a strong feeling

that based on your intense desire
for us not to

that she saw something that night.

Or...

you can tell us what happened...

and maybe... maybe
we don't need to involve Taylor.

I'll tell you.

The marriage had been broken
many years.

He'd changed so much
from the person I met in 2009.

I guess we both changed.

The further he lurched to the right,

the more I'd provoke him...

mostly deliberately.

And end up...

loathing him all afresh.

- Why didn't you just separate?
- Taylor.

Our finances.

The pandemic. Inertia.
There were always reasons.

Bad ones, but reasons.

And so...

how did it end?

It was the night of the 22nd.

I was cooking.

Making stuff for the freezer.

And... he got back late,
after 11, drunk, and...

told me he'd be out on the 24th.

I reminded him...

sarcastically that that was our
wedding anniversary, and he...

spewed out some misogyny or other,

and we started to go at each other.

Taylor was deep asleep upstairs,
thank God.

And as usual,
when I bested him verbally,

which I always did
cos it turns out he was thick...

he'd start getting physical,

pushing me and grabbing my hair.

So, I'd gone to the kitchen table
to try to de-escalate things.

I sat down to continue chopping and...

without any warning,
he punched the back of my head...

really hard.

And it was...

so painful and such a shock
that something in me snapped,

and I-I...

I span round in my chair...

and... and sort of punched
the top of his leg...

with a little...

paring knife...

still in my hand.

And he must have been
so surprised himself,

he didn't even come after me
as I bolted,

and I managed to get
to the downstairs loo

and lock myself in.

And I could hear
him shouting at me,

calling me a bitch and a whore,

and telling me
what he was going to do to me.

And then I heard him say
he was bleeding badly.

And then it went quiet

for a bit, and... and then he...

he called my name,
still quite angrily...

and then it just went quiet.
And stayed quiet.

I stayed in the loo for,
I don't know, maybe half an hour.

I didn't come out till I was sure
he'd have calmed down.

I found him on the kitchen floor
in a pool of blood.

Dead.

No good crying
over spilt milk, Mum.

Just want you home now.

That's what we're gonna do, Marty.

Soon as Mum's up and walking,

we'll get her some help at home, OK?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Help at home, that's what
we wanted, isn't it? Yeah?

Home sweet home, Mum.

As soon as I...

saw he was dead...

in that same instant...

I knew...

I would do...

whatever I needed to do...

to protect my daughter.

I would not... I could not...

leave her alone.

No father, and me in prison.

But I knew I needed to be...

very fucking focused not to get caught.

First up, I used multiple cloths
to mop it up,

put them all into a bucket,

and then everything into
multiple bin liners.

I then stripped all my clothes off,
put them into bin liners,

and then wrapped Gerry in the same

before dragging him into
his office and locking the door.

In the morning,
I took Taylor to school...

saying Daddy had left
for a work meeting,

and arranged a playdate for her
that evening.

I then went to work,
leaving Gerry's phone on

and charged at home.

My last lecture finished at three,

then I drove home,
stopping first at an internet cafe

to Google the fuck out of stuff,

then a hardware store,
where I bought...

two new carving knives,
more refuse sacks

and some gaffer tape, with cash.

When I got back to the pub...

I made sure I had a nice chat
with them all then went upstairs.

I dragged Gerry back into
the kitchen...

and I cut him up into six pieces.

Took less than an hour.

Minimal blood by this stage, obviously.

Then I wrapped each part
in bin liners, and again,

took off all my clothes,
put them into bin liners,

before showering
and putting on fresh clothes.

I then put Gerry back in his office,

locked the door, and drove
to pick up Taylor from her playdate.

When she was in the bath...

one by one, I put the bits
of Gerry into a big...

holdall and then into
the boot of the car.

I then stirred a herbal sleeping pill

into a cup of hot chocolate
and put Taylor to bed.

After the pub was shut,

I went and changed
the number plate

with cut-up pieces
of gaffer tape,

and at 2:30 in the morning,

I drove east to the marshes.

And that's what happened.

- Her timeline's wrong.
- Her what?

What? What is it?

There. Right?

On the 22nd,
he calls a takeaway at 19:12,

which is about 100 yards
from their flat.

Yeah?

And then...

he gets this text message confirming
the delivery address for the order

as the flat above their pub.

Well, why would she say
that he didn't get home till 11?

Exactly. Why lie
about the timing,

if you've confessed
to the murder?

Why do you think?

I think you know.

Taylor, you wouldn't be telling us
anything we don't already know.

Yeah. Yes. Yeah, he hit her.

And did you witness it?

I heard it. Lots of times.

And... I saw the bruises on her body.

But then the last row,
I actually did see it, yeah.

OK.

And can you tell us about it?

Look, whatever's happened,

whatever my mum's admitted doing,

it would have only been in
self-defence.

We absolutely know that.

I was... I was just
in my bedroom,

doing some homework, um...

and I heard him start shouting.

Roughly what time?

Maybe eight?

OK.

So I put my buds in...

but I could still hear him.

And, um, I could hear
her screaming back at him.

And I don't know why, but this time,
I decided to go downstairs.

And she was on the floor
in the kitchen.

She was on her side,

and she kept trying to get up,
but every time she would, he'd...

bring the heel of his boot down
on her ribs...

really hard.

And, um, she was crying,

and it was horrible.

He had his back to me, and she was...

faced away, so neither of
them saw me, but...

I just, I wanted to do something
to stop him

because I thought
he was gonna kill her.

So there was this little knife...

on the kitchen table,

and I grabbed it
and sort of jabbed it into his leg.

I'm just gonna have
to quickly caution...

It's fi... It's fine, it's fine.

There's no need. Um, carry on.

So you... you grabbed it,
and you jabbed it in his leg.

Yeah, and he, um,
he cried out in shock.

He swung round, and he saw me,
and he looked so upset.

Um...

But then Mum was back up
on her feet, so she...

grabbed my hand,
and she led me upstairs.

And I just remember looking back...

and seeing him watch me go,
holding the back of his leg,

and he just looked really sad.

And then, my mum ran me
a bath upstairs, and...

she read with me, and then...

then she stroked me to sleep.

And the next
morning, there was a...

a Crunchie by
the side of my bed.

And, um...

Mum said that Dad had left it for me

and that he had to leave early
for a work meeting, so...

I knew he'd forgiven me
for what I'd done.

And, uh...

did you see him that evening?

No. I had a playdate after school.

And, um, Mum said that he was on
a work call in his office

and that I wasn't to disturb him.

And then the next day
was when he went missing.

Oh, my God.

She doesn't know.

No.

Her mother took her upstairs,
she never even saw him bleeding.

I mean... what do we even do
with that? Just...

What do we do?

OK, so I think
we only really have two options.

We somehow ignore that,

what she just said,
let the mother take the blame.

OK, so Juliet goes self-defence,
gets maybe...

- four years, out in two?
- Yeah.

And then we're liable for
perverting the course of justice.

- Yes.
- Or?

- We tell the CPS.
- What she just told us?

They will almost certainly decide
that charges

- are not in the public interest.
- Almost certainly.

Well, exactly.

And even...
even if they do decide that,

a 14-year-old kid
still has to live with the knowledge

that she killed her own dad.

Do you know what?
This is not our decision to make.

- Who the hell else's is it?
- It's Juliet's.

No.

You do not want the weight
of this on your shoulders.

- Please.
- Jess...

trust me, you do not.

We need to speak to Juliet.

Why would you have interviewed her?

Why would you have done that?

She's been through so much already.

Why couldn't you
just let me protect her?

Because even taking into account
the circumstances, Juliet,

you might still spend two years in jail

- away from your daughter.
- Which is infinitely better

than her spending
a single second there!

Except we don't think she would.

We think a reasonable force argument
would prevail,

and we don't think the CPS
would want to prosecute.

Now, you could then be charged
with unlawful disposal

and perverting the course of justice...

but again,

given the circumstances,

we don't think the CPS
would want to prosecute,

although that's a risk
you need to consider.

Now obviously, you know,
we can't guarantee anything,

but you can decide what you want to do.

There's...

There's no record
of our conversation with Taylor.

We just wanted to let you know
that you have a choice.

Oh, my God.

What would you do?

So for a number of reasons,
this is my last show.

BNC have said
it's because I've been guilty

of "moral turpitude",
and... maybe I have,

but I think the real reason
I've been fired is because

I've stopped being able to say
what they want me to say

and believe it.

Now, what they've wanted me to say
was generally

what they thought YOU believed.
And of course, you're entitled

to hold whichever views you wish,

it is a free country with free speech,

but I do also want to say this.

Don't you sometimes want to hear
the other side of the debate?

I think a channel like ours should test

and challenge its audience sometimes.

I think we should air
contrary positions

to the ones we know you think
because surely, it's only through

a vigorous but respectful exchange
of opinions,

that new ideas, hopefully better ones,

about how we live our lives today
can begin to develop.

Now, I was pretty angry
when they first fired me,

and I was gonna sit here and give them

and you both barrels tonight.

But you know what?

Enough rage,

enough division, it's really not
getting us anywhere, is it?

So instead I wish you all love,

I wish you all peace,

and for now, from me

it's good night,
good luck, and God bless.

Thank you, Mel.

Coming up later...

What's happening, Mum?

And you'll lose your commission...

- Hmm?
- Probably.

Oh, Sam.

Hey, I'm...

not gonna be incarcerated on a barge

for the next God knows
how many months, so...

I've no regrets.

I took you for granted.

And you being able to stay here...

us being able to be together
is way more important than my job.

And, uh...

Fuck it. Um...

This is not how I planned this, um...

How would you fancy marrying me,
gorgeous man?

- Yes. Yes.
- Oh.

Yep, OK, understood.

OK, I'll tell them.

Thanks. Bye.

Not in the public interest
to charge Taylor.

And Juliet?

Same.

We made a decision

Sometimes, that's all you can do.

Yeah.

Let's go tell 'em.

Hey. Mel.

- Hey.
- How are you?

I'm good, thanks, really good.

Not seen you for a few days.

Uh, no, I've been away for a bit.
But I'm back now.

- I'm back.
- Good.

Hi, you've reached Leanne. Please
leave a message after the tone.

Hey, it's me. Um...

so thank you for telling me
what you did.

I'm not sure how you expected me
to react, but...

but you seemed pretty scared...
and I get that.

So let's meet, let's, uh, talk more,
let's get drunk more.

We all have our stories, Lea.

Stuff that we did
that we wish was different.

The people that we were
that we wish we weren't.

God knows I have.

So let's meet.

Yeah, let's talk.

Call me, when you're ready.

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