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Becs, pick up the phone.

Hi, it's me.

We've got stuff to talk about.

Right.

So why don't you come round to Anne's?

I don't want to discuss it in front of Anne.

So just come home, please.

I've just put the kids to bed.

Wake them up and put them in the car.

Martyn, I'm not bringing the kids home until that man downstairs

and all of this is sorted, and I mean that.

So, come on, come round.

There's a restaurant near my office. The Gannet.

Meet me there in half an hour, OK?

OK.

Bye.

Paul?

Paul?

What do you think's going on with Mum and Dad?

I'm not sure.

- Hi. - Hi.

- I'm just joining that table. - Sure, can I take your coat?

No, thank you, I won't be sticking around.

Can I get you an aperitif?

Oh, no, thank you.

- Water? Still or sparkling? - I'm fine, thank you.

Uh, I won't be eating either.

I'll have a glass of Merlot and the pork with spinach, please.

I haven't eaten, OK?

And this is me fighting back.

This is me saying that man is not gonna ruin lives.

Well, he's doing a pretty good job.

And then you don't phone.

I was trying to make things right.

So when I did call, I could say, It's OK, I've fixed it.

Martyn.

Your Merlot, Sir.

How are the children?

You haven't asked.

This evening, at home, as it got dark,

I didn't feel safe.

Not just for me, but for Paul and Fay,

because yesterday, that piece of work downstairs

started involving them.

He turned his beam onto them.

He raised his voice and said things to them.

I know,

but you unilaterally moving out is giving in,

and we can't let him drive us out of our home.

- He's done that already. - No.

Yes. The children are not coming back while he's still there.

And still, you don't ask how they are.

Well, you don't.

And let me tell you something.

This could get a whole lot worse.

Children's Services are coming into school to speak to both of them.

Yeah, getting them involved, what a move that was.

That was the right thing to do. We've got nothing to hide.

Really?

Yes.

We've done nothing.

So when Children's Services speak to them

and one of them happens to mention how they get in bed with us.

- All kids do that. - Yeah.

But sometimes we don't have any clothes on, do we?

And then sometimes they get in the bath with us.

What are you saying?

What will Social Services think and ask if they hear that?

What might the children say that they could misconstrue?

We haven't done anything.

Yes, I know that, and you know that.

God, we wanna come home. And we need to, and we will.

But it has to be safe, and this has to be over.

- We're gonna go to that solicitor. - No. I'm not going back to her.

What is it you wanna do? Sell up and move?

No.

No.

We're not moving.

I'd better go. The children might wake up.

How are they?

I have no idea.

Maybe OK.

I guess we'll find out down the line.

Hi.

Mum, it's me. Is Dad back yet?

He's not, love. No, sorry.

Why doesn't he have a phone?

Are you all right?

No, I'm fine.

Just tell him to call me back, all right?

Can I give him a message?

No.

Bye.

How is this ever gonna get better?

Children's Services are involved, and when Martyn feels pressure,

he gets spiky and defensive.

Yeah, he needs to keep a rein on that.

You don't want them taking against you.

What do I do?

Um...

Does Martyn want to stay here?

He seems to think it's important to stay put.

What's important is that you and the kids

don't go back to the house till it's safe, yeah?

I'm gonna need a promise on that.

I promise.

Hey, get off. Get off.

Why?

Where are you right now?

What do you mean?

Martyn, where the fuck are you?

I'm outside your place. Where are you? Where's Becca?

What do you mean she's moved out? Moved out to where? Where are you?

At the Gannet?

Right, of course. Perfect.

OK, no, no. Stay there. I'm coming to get you. Stay there.

Right, bye.

Unbelievable, really.

I'm appalled. I can't believe you've let him drive you out.

No, I haven't.

Where are your wife and kids then, Marty? Huh?

It's a fucking steak, by the way, thank you.

I'm speechless

and disappointed. Very disappointed.

OK, what would you do?

What would I do?

Yeah, what would you do?

I would...

Aye, I see. It's not that easy, is it.

Well, go on then, what?

You can't go and kick the fuck out of him like you should've done, right?

How many times have the police been round?

Three.

Right, exactly. Wouldn't be very clever.

You'll end up losing everything.

The house and Becca.

Hi, I've just been told Social Services wanna see Paul and Fay tomorrow,

- and they wanna talk to us after. - Right.

So, um, why don't you come over to Anne's tonight,

and we can get her advice on what and what not to say.

Yeah, yeah. OK.

And, uh, yeah, you can see the kids after.

They've got a bunch of stuff they want bringing over.

Yeah, I'll talk to you soon. Bye.

Bye. Bye.

Hi, Daddy, we miss you!

- We love you! - Can you bring my pink dolphin?

The book under my pillow, the water pistol.

- The red ball. - Ronnie the robot.

The soldiers, the helicopters.

The dinosaurs, the cars.

My trike.

Bye, bye, bye, We love you, we've missed you!

Bye-bye!

Oh, hi, wee man.

How are you?

Paul, can I speak to Mummy, please?

Yeah, just put your mummy on for a second.

Paul, if you don't put Mummy on, I'm not gonna bring anything, OK?

Hey, um, I just got back.

I've had a look at this list that Paul and Fay wanted.

I mean, how long are you planning on not being here?

Yeah, I know, but this is, like, bring the whole toy cupboard.

I know, I know.

Right, right. OK. I'm doing it.

I'm doing it, all right? I'm on my way over.

Fuck.

Yes?

Mr Berwick, it's, um...

It's, uh, it's Jan from downstairs.

I know who it is.

What do you want?

Look, I, uh...

I, um... I think, um...

You think what?

You sound angry.

I'm beyond angry, Mr Boyd.

I am way beyond fucking angry right now.

Well, can we talk?

'Cause I'm... I'm confused.

I'm not sure what has and hasn't happened, and, um, I don't want...

I think there might've been a misunderstand...

OK.

OK.

Mr Boyd?

Mr Boyd, it's Martyn Berwick.

Look, my phone just died,

but it sounded like you had something to say I'd like to hear.

OK, look, I'm standing back, all right?

So just please open the door or come to the window,

but let's talk.

Or talk through the door, and I'll stay where I am.

Just tell me where you want me.

I can't see you.

Right.

I'm not coming closer. Just moving across, OK?

Phone's dead, all right?

It's out of power, so...

You were saying?

I don't feel comfortable with where we are.

It's like your wife and kids aren't here because of me.

Of course, it's because of you.

Why are you making this stuff up about us?

I'm sorry, are you saying everything I've accused you of is a lie?

Yes!

Unequivocally, yes.

We have never done anything inappropriate to our children, ever.

And you accusing us of doing exactly that is intolerable.

Because it's a lie.

But you keep repeating it,

so of course Rebecca and the children can't be here.

OK, so I'll take it back.

I'll tell her I got it wrong,

- and I'll say sorry. - No. No.

That's not gonna work.

You said that before, you said you were a million times sorry,

and then it started happening again.

I know, it's because sometimes things trigger me.

That's you!

That's not us. We're just trying to get on with our lives.

I want that too.

Look...

Look, if I...

If I write to the police and take it all back, Rebecca'll...

Rebecca's not go...

Write to the police.

Definitely.

Write a statement saying it's all made up,

and that's a starting point.

- And Rebecca'll come back? - I can't say that.

But if I'll write to the- to the police, 'cause otherwise, I mean...

How long are you planning on her not being here?

Write to the police.

Let's start with that.

With a copy to us. Do that, OK?

Because just saying things won't change anything.

You fucker.

You're gonna pay for this.

Motherfucker!

No.

No!

Dad?

Don't you ask people in up here?

Of course, sorry. Come in.

Some place you've got here, Son.

Living room is just through here.

Your brother Brian phoned.

What did he say?

Well, he's pretty concerned.

Cup of tea?

- Sure. - Strong.

Milky.

I know.

Fucking...

Fuck.

Five jumps, and you've done 15.

You said Daddy would come tonight.

Yeah, you promised!

Right, what do you want me to do?

...four, five.

Oh, here's your dad now.

Daddy, Daddy!

I've told them it's too late for them to see you tonight,

- so do not undermine me, OK? - Hi, Daddy.

My dad's here.

OK, quickly, get into bed.

Go on quickly, quickly, quickly, quickly.

Go on.

That's it.

He just got here, um...

What, on his own?

Yeah, on his own.

He's downstairs.

I think Brian's told him how bad it's got.

How does Brian know?

I told him.

What time are we at the school tomorrow?

11:30.

Um, I'll...

I'll let you know what Anne advises.

I should go.

OK. Bye.

I have to sit... I have to stand up, firstly.

You put a photo of your sister up.

Aye.

She wouldn't have died if he'd put her on that trial.

There was nothing more anybody could do.

Why did it have to be her?

Well, from what I understand, you have an unsustainable situation here.

Yeah, but, um...

What?

I spoke to the man downstairs literally just before you came,

and he's writing to the police to retract all his allegations.

Brian says he's not someone that keeps his word.

He has done that before, yeah.

What makes you think this time will be different?

I have to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I will chase him, though.

Have you eaten?

I have.

You got a spare room?

Yeah, of course.

Which way?

Upstairs, second on the right.

Yes.

Overslept.

You haven't heard from your man downstairs yet.

How long you gonna give him?

I'll send another text.

He didn't answer your last one.

I'll tell him, I have to have his letter by midday.

Becs?

Don't tell me you can't come.

I don't know what to do or what to tell my dad.

But just before he came last night,

I was charging my phone and the light on the laptop was on.

The camera light at the top of the screen.

What do you mean?

I mean, I think that creep downstairs has been spying on us.

What? How?

Through laptops, smart speakers, tablets, everything.

I-I-I think he's throughout the whole house.

What he... he's been... he's been watching us?

Us...

and maybe the kids.

The kids?

Through their toys, through those fucking robots.

I don't know if he's watching, but he's definitely listening.

He's repeated exact phrases we've used.

Like the other day, you said he just pulled £10 out of the air.

Why 10?

Because we said 10, the kids said 10.

Oh, my God.

How do we prove it? What do we do?

Cut the Wi-Fi.

That must be how he's doing it.

I've asked him to write to the police and retract everything.

Are you sure you don't want to come round?

I've gotta get back to work, OK?

I will see you at the school.

I think you've got mail.

"Martyn Berwick tried to trick me

into writing and signing a letter that would retract my previous statements

accusing him of sexually abusing his children.

As a result,

I readily retract any accusation I've made

against his wife, Rebecca Berwick.

She, I now realise, has been as much a victim

of her husband's perversion as her children have.

With regard to Martyn Berwick,

everything I have accused him of is true.

He is a determined corrupter of children.

Let me catalogue his crimes:

Under the guise of giving his son and daughter a bath,

he would make the naked children..."

Enough is enough.

This stops now.

Right now.

Not that.

Needs to be done.

You do the deed, I'll take the blame.

Dad...

- I'll come. - Don't.

I'll be right there.

Or I do everything.

Either way,

that piece of excrement down there

is gonna be dead in the next two minutes.

And I'll go to jail.

Happily.

I will happily go to jail for you and Rebecca.

Paul.

Wee Fay.

What you have to be sure of is...

...can you live knowing that when you were most needed...

you did nothing to protect your family?

Pick up the gun, Son.

I-I-I need help! Help!

Step back.

- Are you OK? - I'm... I'm lost.

- I'm-I'm sorry. - I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

I-I-I'm... I'm l-lost.

Um, OK, let me get you some water.

You made my son's life a misery.

Well...

that's that, then.

Is he dead?

Oh, yeah.

Right, you call the police.

We'll take your statement down at the station if that's all right.

My wife. Kids.

Don't worry, Mr Berwick. We'll take care of it.

All right, go on. Get in the car.

Hi, Martyn Berwick Architects.

Please leave a message.

You missed the meeting, Martyn. Missed the meeting.

And it was intense, OK? And guess what? Because they still need to speak to you,

we have to do the whole thing again.

I mean, why would you do not show up? Why?

OK, listen, you two. Stay in the car and stay in your seats.

Mrs Berwick...

- What's happening? - Someone will be inside to talk to you.

Sorry, what's happened?

- Let's go inside. - OK.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Come on, back in our seats.

Why?

'Cause Mum said.

OK, I'm just gonna sit down for a second.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Do you want a drink?

No, thanks.

Look!

It's our house.

That's your room, and that's mine and Paul's.

It's lovely.

You didn't mention taking the gun off your dad at the hospital, did you?

No.

'Cause if you guessed that he had a gun, then...

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

Children's Services have closed their investigation into us.

No evidence found. No further action required.

Do you want to read it?

Allan Berwick, you have plead guilty

to the murder of Jan Boyd

by means of shooting him dead on his own doorstep

at point-blank range, with a handgun.

I acknowledge that Mr Boyd had engaged in making

what the police and Children's Services now state were groundless

and therefore malicious and distressing accusations

against your son and daughter-in-law.

But I cannot fail to note that you left your home in Ayrshire

with the murder weapon and ammunition,

which suggests your actions were calculated and premeditated.

I have studied the psychiatric reports relating to the man you murdered.

And Jan Boyd was someone who, from a very young age,

and across the whole of his childhood,

suffered the most appalling emotional, physical,

and sexual abuse...

who desperately tried to overcome the traumas of that upbringing

who, only three weeks ago, booked himself into a respite clinic

he had previously attended,

to address his compulsion to make wrongful accusations.

He was a tormented soul, Mr Berwick...

and a remorseful one.

A man who regretted his actions.

The same, I have repeatedly noted, cannot be said of yourself.

You have neither expressed regret nor remorse.

And I have to tell you, that does not count in your favour.

Taking into account your age and balancing all the issues...

I set the punishment part of your sentence at 18 years,

reduced from 20 to reflect that early plea.

Take note, though,

you will only be eligible to be considered for release on licence

after those 18 years.

Take him away.

- What is it? - It's a one.

Five and a one. Six.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Arms up.

Why have you been saying you don't want to see me?

You've got Rebecca and the kids to look after.

And you've got a life to lead.

And...

I'm fine.

How's work?

I haven't been in for a while.

Gotta work, son.

Look after your family.

Dad...

Can we talk about what happened?

Or how it happened?

I can't get his face out of my mind.

And I just want to know how we got here.

Is this about me stopping you when I was a kid?

Are you trying to make up for Corrine? I just... I can't...

I can't.

I need to make sense of it. I...

Martyn, Martyn, don't.

Don't.

All is well.

And I'm... I'm proud of you.

You made my son's life a misery!

Go back upstairs.

Walk.

Don't run.

Come here.

I'm gonna tell them I did it.

Yeah. And I'll put them right.

Call the police.

Being upset is good.

You would be upset.

Don't you come back.

Come on, Paul. Share the ball with me.

I need to tell you something.

I did it.

I killed Jan.

I know.

Why haven't you said anything?

What's it worth if you're made to say it?

I wish I hadn't.

Are we gonna be OK?

I don't know.

Becs...

all I want is for us to be a family.

Come on, you slow coaches.

Yeah, we're meant to be having fun!