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Sorry to have kept you.

A bold admission from a prison warden.

Busy?

Oh, they let me bring my work.

I hope that's OK. Oh, it's fine, yeah.

I have news for you.

News?

We have a date.

For what?

You.

Oh!

You all right?

You need a moment?

So... the 17th?

Three weeks from today. Yes.

You OK?

Are you asking if I'm available?

I now have to brief you on the exact procedure on the day.

Why?

Don't I have the easy part?

At the very least, I get to finish early.

Go ahead.

On the day before your execution,

you will be moved from your current cell

to a holding cell next to... A holding cell?

Yes.

As opposed to what kind of cell?

Prior to leaving your current cell,

you'll have the opportunity to clear your belongings.

They don't call it a holding cell, do they?

Nobody does.

They call it the Death House.

This has to go to the police. There are children being abused.

I'm literally the only person in the world

who can help you get away with my murder.

Did you sleep?

No. No, of course you didn't.

You were working at your computer. I heard you.

Yeah. You were printing something out.

Lots of things. Yeah.

Not just making random observations,

I'm asking, what were you doing?

It has to be convincing.

What does? I do.

There's all this stuff on my hard drive.

Edgar's porn. I downloaded a bit more.

More?! He had some links. Found some more material online.

Oh, Jesus.

I printed out a few.

A few... Yeah.

Images.

Put them in my safe. Like they were hidden, like I'd been hiding.

Why? To be convincing.

I have to be absolutely convincing. No point otherwise.

Can you think of anything else I should be doing?

You're destroying yourself.

I'm saving Ben.

Me, as well.

You're destroying both of us.

Here's how I think it will go. Did you hear me?

Both of us.

We release Janice in about an hour.

Let's give it an hour, yeah? Why? What difference does an hour make?

Breakfast?

It'll be my last one.

Our last one.

Our last normal breakfast here together.

Once Janice is free, she'll go straight to the police.

I think that's inevitable. Of course she bloody will.

The police will come here and Ben...

..will have an uncomfortable interview.

Do you think?! When they investigate further,

they'll find nothing on his computer.

They'll find plenty on mine.

They will have no trouble believing that a vicar

who has just assaulted a woman and locked her in a cellar

is also a paedophile.

It's everything people want to believe about vicars.

And how can you just be OK with this?

Why don't we just give Edgar to the police?

I tried. I can't.

He's a vulnerable person. I have a duty to protect him.

It's the only right thing to do, so I'm doing it.

I'm doing the right thing. I have to do the right thing.

I'm a fucking vicar.

And a husband, and a father.

But, oh, now it's all about that halfwit fairy tale

you pretend to believe every Sunday.

You think I'm pretending?

The thing about that halfwit fairy...

No, don't. I don't care.

It's the only religion in the world where God dies at the end.

People say they're Christians.

But you know what?

You never see them nailed to anything.

Darling, he doesn't die. He comes back.

That's the hope.

That's the fairy tale.

And Jesus didn't have kids.

Hello.

Me? It mentioned me?

What does it say?

Well, no, no, I didn't. No, of course not.

I... I understand. Of course, yes.

Sure.

Two o'clock's fine, yeah.

OK.

OK. Bye.

Who was that?

Edgar's dead.

Hanged himself last night.

But... But you were... That was the police. They want to talk to me.

But you were with him last night.

He left a note.

And it mentions me.

What? I'm mentioned in the note.

What does it say?

I need to speak to Janice. You need to speak to me.

I am speaking to you, and I need to speak to Janice.

Harry!

Is it your fault? Is what my fault?

That he hanged himself.

I...

I want to die! Why do they have to stop me?

I want to die.

I don't have time to think about that.

All right?

Did you manage to sleep?

Something's happened.

It's funny how good you get at reading faces

when your life depends on it.

Last night, my verger -

the man I told you about, Edgar,

the one who, in fact, owned the material you saw,

took his own life.

And he left a note.

What did it say?

If the note is...

..basically confessional in nature

it might clarify... What did the note say?

I don't know. The police are coming to talk to me.

Two o'clock.

This could be over at that point.

Could be.

I don't care what you tell anyone about me.

Er...

Tell them everything. That I assaulted you,

I locked you up. All of it. All I care about is that Ben

isn't blamed for something that is nothing to do with him.

Everything here is my fault.

What about the agreement?

What agreement?

What we talked about.

Our agreement, between you and me.

Er, we... we never had any.

It's been a long night.

I'm confused, OK?

I'm scared.

I don't even really know what I'm saying.

The police are coming, two o'clock today.

If the note is what I think it has to be,

then this whole nightmare could be over.

And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all of it. OK.

OK. What we have to do now, we have to be calm.

What did she mean, agreement?

I don't know. She's confused, I think.

You making more coffee?

Yeah. No. Tea.

I'll make it. It's fine.

I'll do it. I'll bring it out to you in the garden.

I think there's a chance this will be OK.

We might have been given a way out.

If the note is a confession...

..then I really think this is over.

Go and sit in the garden.

Dad? Oh.

Are you OK?

Fine. Sorry.

Just forgot that I live here?

You're up early.

Going to Lucy's before school. Why?

Because she's my girlfriend, and I like to seem caring.

She's into that.

Um, did Janice come back?

Why would Janice come back? Well, she left her handbag.

I could take it to her.

Things got weird yesterday. I'd like a chance to be non weird.

No, she came back for her handbag. She picked it up.

You said she didn't come back. Yeah. I forgot.

She was just in and out. Your mum spoke to her.

OK.

You eating here tonight?

Probably. I think your mum would like something

a bit more emphatic.

I said probably.

You all right?

I'm a rubbish flyer myself.

I'm fine with flying.

I just didn't expect to be picked up by a police officer.

Well, there's a bonus for you.

How do you know him? You couldn't have worked on his case.

Why not? It was in America.

His wife is from Surrey. So you did work on his case?

No, just pointing that out.

Look in the glove box.

From Mr Grieff. You might want to familiarise yourself.

Do police officers usually carry cans of mace?

Oh, that's not for me.

Who's it for? Anyone who wants it.

Do you want it?

No. Good, then.

So Grieff wants me picked up from the airport and he calls you?

What's your point?

Why is an English police officer

taking orders from an American murderer on death row?

I'm not English.

Also, I'm not a police officer.

Coffee?

You coming? Who are you?

Call me Morag. Is it your name?

If you like.

Bring your homework, and the mace...

..if you're feeling nervous.

They'll take you to the holding cell - you know, the Death House -

and you'll spend your last night there. On the morning

of the big event, they'll give you a chance

to make a written statement and meet with members of your family.

Yeah, I know.

The warden briefed me.

Yeah, but you probably weren't concentrating cos, you know,

you're going to die in three weeks.

I still am.

You've had time to adjust.

I've had four hours.

Four hours is a lot of time when you only have three weeks.

How do you know all this stuff?

Photographic memory.

No. I mean when did you first hear it?

When I was executed.

Dillon... I know what you're going to ask.

Yeah, there is a question that's kind of springing to mind.

Why am I still alive?

Oh, there it is.

Buddhism.

OK. Buddhism. I'm a Buddhist.

I converted in my first year.

OK, you're a Buddhist.

You see, back then, when I was executed... Dillon.

Yeah? Point of order. Mm-hm?

You were not executed.

Yeah, but back then, you were allowed a faith person,

like a priest or whatever, in the chamber with you. You know,

when they... moved you on.

But they didn't have legislation for a Buddhist.

They had rabbis and priests and whatnot, but no Buddhist.

I was two hours away from being executed without the comfort

of a qualified Buddhist touching my foot.

Your foot? That's all they're allowed to touch, your foot.

Why? Well, priests,

and you know what I'm saying.

Take it from a former altar boy.

Priests need limits.

OK. Thank you.

Why haven't I told you this before?

We don't share much, do we?

I don't like you.

Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.

Yeah.

I must be very stupid.

Why?

The card you showed me was fake, yeah? Not fake, no.

I mean, not mine.

I mean, man's name, man's photo.

I wasn't even trying that hard.

How did I not notice?

No-one ever does. They're too busy thinking,

"Oh, no, it's the police." Where did you get it from?

Well, from a police officer -

that's pretty much the only option.

How? Took it right out his pocket.

Didn't notice a thing.

Which may have been because

I'd just smashed his head all over the pavement.

And why did you do that?

He turned his back on me. Didn't consider me a threat.

Everyday sexism.

OK. OK. So you're...

Actually, what are you?

I think we can safely say I'm a criminal with a history of violence.

Oh, great. Mainly into housebreaking these days.

Time of life. Prefer to work indoors.

So why would Grieff want you, of all people,

to pick me up from the airport?

He wanted you kept safe. He's got a funny idea of how to do that.

He strangled his wife to death and mutilated her corpse.

So, yeah, he has.

You read about the mutilation, right?

He didn't just strangle her.

He mutilated her afterwards.

You know about that?

They kept a lot of it out the papers.

I think they were still hoping to find it.

Her head.

I think they were still hoping they could find her head.

It was mentioned in the trial coverage,

but people had lost interest by then.

So that's who you were sitting next to.

Not a man who lost his temper once -

a man who hacked his wife's head off after she was dead,

and hid it,

and won't say where it is.

Oh, he's clever.

And he loves solving his little puzzles

and talking to little girls like you about atonement.

But the truth is - and don't you forget this -

Jefferson Grieff is, was and always will be a monster.

I know about the head.

I'm not a little girl, I'm a fucking journalist.

I read everything.

Good, then.

All yours, Mr Grieff.

Thank you, Morag.

Morag just wanted to know that you were -

how shall I put this? -

That you were clear on my... moral status.

Do you feel clear? I've always been clear.

That was my impression. You disgust me.

What you did disgusts me.

I'm in this because of my friend,

and I'm starting to wonder why I don't just go to the police.

When you leave a phone message for Janice,

does she get back to you right away? No, never. It can be days.

OK. Then, by all means, go to the police.

But it will be a long time before they have a legitimate reason

to consider her missing.

Fair point.

OK. When you meet for coffee, is it always you who suggests it?

Yeah.

And does she always take a while to reply?

Usually. Looking at her Facebook,

she clearly has minimal social contact.

I mean, she's currently resisting the approaches of a personable

young woman who's taking a flattering interest in her.

Basically... Janice doesn't make friends.

See the problem?

Well, no.

How can there be anyone who hates her enough to harm her

if she doesn't have friends?

You have a very strange view of friendship.

So does Janice.

It could have been someone random.

She could have had an accident.

Yeah, but most of the time, what happens to people

is other people,

and almost always people they know.

So let's work on that assumption, shall we?

Now, if she's alive -

IF she's alive - she's trapped.

And if she's trapped,

what is she doing right now?

How would I know? Well, you know her.

She's clever, but afraid.

I think this is a woman who understands.

And what she understands, above all, is other people.

Why do you say that?

Because she avoids them.

All it takes to turn any human being into a hermit

is a keen sense of smell.

I think if you had a woman like that trapped,

helpless, fierce, clever,

back to the wall, without hope,

I think you could be in for a lot of trouble.

The police will be here shortly.

I'd like you to hear what they say.

I'd like that, too.

We're working on something. We have an idea.

You must be terrified.

Why do you say that? Police in your house

while you've got a woman locked up in the cellar.

Well, it's not like they'll be searching the place.

Promise me something.

What?

I'm very scared. I'd like you to make me a promise.

What promise? That door's very thick -

I can't hear anything from down here. OK.

W-What I'm saying is, I don't think you need to gag me.

Even if I shouted, I don't think they could hear.

I couldn't bear it. I'm already chained up.

I'm already pissing myself.

I don't even feel human.

Harry, don't please gag me.

You're right about that door.

I've been down here yelling my lungs out. So don't gag me.

Please don't. I won't gag you.

Thank you, Harry.

Just... don't shout. Don't do that again.

No, I won't shout, on my life.

Mary will be with you anyways.

Yeah, she'll keep me in line.

OK. We're just figuring something out.

Mary will join you before the police arrive.

Thanks, Harry.

Fuck!

In here?

I think so.

I suppose we need to do it this way.

Yeah, we do.

She has to hear it.

Shelf.

I need something to put in front of it.

This. Oh, yes. Good.

OK?

OK.

They're here.

Harry's going to talk to them in his study.

We listen down here.

Oh, I've taped up the microphone, just, you know...

In case I say anything and they hear me.

Yeah.

What happened?

Oh, it's nothing.

Your face! Yes.

I-It's nothing.

You're bleeding! Harry didn't hurt me.

Harry wouldn't do that.

Neither would I.

He's not like that, Harry.

You said you hated him.

We're always falling out.

You know what we're like.

But he would never hurt me.

Why not?

He just...

Well, he wouldn't.

What happened to your face?

I hurt myself sometimes when I'm stressed -

it's just, you know, a thing.

Harry knows about it.

He never mentioned it. Well, he wouldn't, it's personal.

He doesn't usually keep secrets from me.

I'm sure he only keeps mine.

You should gag me.

I'm sorry? The police are here.

You should gag me in case I start shouting.

Why are you suggesting that? Because I might panic and, if I do,

you might... I-I just don't want to panic, that is all.

Nobody could hear you down here anyway.

I know, but I'm not completely rational at the moment,

and I'm nervous that, if I shout out for help, I might provoke you.

But I-I'm not.

I'm not... You are contemplating whether or not you have to kill me.

I think you're capable of hitting me.

Would you like some tea?

I've just boiled the kettle anyway.

That would be lovely. Just milk in mine. And mine.

Thanks, Harry.

Well, he's the vicar. Everybody knows the vicar.

Everyone knows Harry.

You gave him the password to your email account

so he could cancel the Skype call?

Yes. You suggested the same thing to me.

Yes.

But you said you'd only give me the password if I did something

for you in return.

Yes.

The trouble with you, Janice...

..is, because you're clever,

you think everybody else is stupid.

You're playing us.

I'm now supposed to waste time worrying about what my husband's

doing for you he's not telling me about, right?

It's up to you what you choose to worry about, Mary.

If Harry's right,

there could be a way out of this, for all of us.

That's all I want.

A way out, with nobody hurt.

Well, it's all that I want.

Then listen. Just listen. Please.

There we go. Thank you.

So...

So very sad about Edgar.

Yes, very sad. Poor Ed.

He was always very troubled, Edgar.

Not his first attempt, I'm afraid.

We're aware.

So...

..he left a note.

As I told you, yeah. And the note mentions me.

As I said on the phone.

What did it say?

Can I just ask, sorry?

When I said that on the phone, you seemed surprised.

Well,

anyone'd be surprised to be mentioned

in someone's suicide note. Wouldn't you?

No. I mean,

not if I was the last person to see them alive.

Well, yes. I'd be more sort of worried.

I'd be thinking, "Oh, what did I say?

"Was it something I said?" I am worried, obviously.

Obviously. I can see you're worried. I am, yeah.

Yes. But why?

I mean, specifically - what did you say?

Oh, look, someone very close to me...

..someone whom I felt responsible for has just died.

Has just taken his own life. So forgive me if I'm not...

..quite myself.

Of course. Of course. Sorry. Yeah.

I would like, if you don't mind, to know what he said about me

in his note. Are you able to tell me that? Yeah.

Yeah, that's why we're here.

So you say. Specifically why we're here.

Do you have the...?

So what were you talking about?

Well, it's personal.

Oh, of course.

Yeah. I think it's in the blue bit.

I know. With the pocket. I know.

Was it amicable?

I'm sorry? Your conversation with Edgar.

Well, it was... erm...

Yeah.

I'd say it was, yeah, broadly.

Broadly amicable?

Yes. Good.

Yeah.

It was just hard to tell from the angle.

Angle? The CCTV footage wasn't clear.

It's never very clear. I don't know why we use it.

What footage? Just some footage.

You and Edgar in the street.

You were in the car, he got in the car. Nothing very much.

Oh, right. Yeah. We were just trying to establish Edgar's movements

after you collected him from the pub.

Why did you do that, by the way?

Look...

..I don't know how much you know about Edgar...

Oh, nothing.

Well... complicated story.

As I say, he has a troubled history.

He has...

..erm...

How shall I put it? Erm...

Erm, he has had, erm...

..certain...

..compulsions, ones he was trying to control.

And I was...

I was... trying to help him.

Did he contact you last night to talk?

Yes. We'll have to talk to his mother, she's very confused.

Confused?

She said you came to the door looking for him and she directed

you to the pub where he was drinking with friends.

He left a message earlier and I assumed that I was meeting him

a-a-at his house.

Was he upset when he left the message?

He was clearly anxious and... had things he wanted to discuss.

Upsetting things?

Well, I mean, that's personal.

Personal, yeah.

But I assumed upsetting, yes.

I was aware of, erm... as I say, his history.

So while he was waiting to discuss these... upsetting things with you...

..he went to the pub with his friends?

Apparently.

Or maybe he just forgot about it.

I don't know. I-I have no idea why he did ever what he did.

Why ask me?

I know he was troubled.

I have some idea of the context.

Erm...

What I want to know, if it's all right with you, is what he said

in his note.

What do you make of that, then?

"Don't believe the vicar is a paedo.

"He's protecting someone else."

I've no idea what this means.

Oh, sorry. It seems quite clear to me.

He thought you were protecting a paedophile.

Are you expecting me to explain to you that I'm not?

Oh, no, I wasn't expecting that.

Right, well...

But if you wouldn't mind.

Do you realise who the paedo in question is he was referring to?

No.

Erm...

Do you know what his friends call him?

Ask around, they'll tell you. They called him Paedo.

Oh, do they? Hadn't heard that.

That's who I'm supposed to be protecting. That's what he means.

It means I'm protecting him.

That's obvious, surely.

Well, no, it's... it's not really. Yes, it is.

It's obvious. Don't you think?

Well, it's not exactly obvious, no.

I mean, you're not protecting him, are you?

You're telling us.

Yeah, but he's... It's...

I mean, he's...

Dead.

No, please!

I suppose a loss like this...

..hits people differently, doesn't it?

Were you afraid?

When? When they told you.

When they gave you your execution date.

Are you scared?

Well... I didn't expect to be.

I thought this is what you wanted.

No, no.

It's what I deserve.

Any thinking person is afraid of what they deserve.

Mr Grieff, are you done with the telephone?

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Thank you.

And could you give that to the warden, please?

Could you bring it to him, please?

Will do, Mr Grieff.

What's next? What do we do now? Where do we go?

Depends. On what?

Mr Grieff says you're a journalist.

Yes. A crime journalist.

That's mainly what I write about, yeah.

Why? People find it interesting.

People?

I find it interesting.

How about car accidents? Do you slow down for them too?

No.

The thing about crime, speaking as a long-term practitioner,

it's a really stupid lifestyle choice.

I mean, seriously, it's strictly for the desperate.

It's... It's dangerous,

difficult to do well, the money's shite.

And if you make any mistakes, there's a good chance they'll

lock you up. Christ, you'd be better off being a nurse.

So why is a posh wee thing like you writing about crime?

Do you think it's funny?

I'm not posh.

Do you know what you should write? Porn.

Why? It'd be a step up!

I'm not writing about this, I'm trying to help someone.

That better be true.

Or what?

Or I'll develop a wee problem with your attitude.

Shall we go, then?

You look mumpy. I look what?

Mumpy. It's just a word I use.

What's wrong with all the words you've already got? See?

Mumpy.

What's wrong?

Parents.

Yeah, well, your parents are weird.

How are they weird?

Your dad's a vicar.

You mum fucks a vicar.

It's just off the scale.

Coming to mine? Yeah.

No.

You said you were. I will, later. Yeah.

I have to go home first.

Something wrong? No. Maybe.

I don't know.

Did I do something?

No. No.

Just, I have to go home and check something, OK?

She gave you her email password, yeah?

Yeah.

What is it?

It's just "password."

Webmail.

What are you doing?

I can look in from my computer.

I'm cancelling her Skype call.

Then what?

She wasn't lying about her password anyway.

Then what?

We don't have a choice any more.

What are you going to do now?

There is no point in your big confession.

They already think you're protecting someone.

And the moment that woman leaves that cellar, she will tell them who.

She'll tell them who.

You don't have a choice.

It's not our fault.

We have to do what we have to do.

What are you doing?

I need to talk to her.

Watch yourself. She's playing us.

She's terrified.

Yeah. And she's a cold-hearted bitch.

And she's really, really clever.

What happened?

Did Mary do this to you?

It's not her fault. You're just so stressed.

She was panicking, that's all.

Did she hit you?

No.

Did she? She said to tell you that I did it myself.

She hit you?

Just don't leave me alone with her!

She's going to kill me. I know she is. She can't control herself.

Harry, please. I know that I'm safe when I'm with you. I know I am.

Just don't leave me alone with her!

Listen to me. I won't let her kill you. On my soul,

as God is my witness, I will not let her kill you.

Oh, I know. I know.

It's cold in the cellar. Cold?

This will warm her up a bit.

Do you think it still works?

We stopped using that...

Yeah. ..Because it leaked.

Don't say it. Sent off the sensor, carbon monoxide.

You see, you didn't have to...

..say it.

If you use this in a sealed room...

I was hoping that you'd forgotten

and that it would be an honest mistake.

But, no, you had to say it out loud.

Mary.

She'd just go to sleep.

It would be... painless.

She'd even be warm.

All we have to do is let it happen.

Just let it happen.

What's the alternative?

There isn't one.

There isn't one.

Harry, you know what will happen

if that woman leaves the cellar.

Did you hit her?

No.

That cut on her face, SHE did that.

Harry, she's trying to turn us against each other.

It's not going to work.

Is it going to work on you?

Did you read it?

Read what? My email.

I'll read it back to you.

Listen carefully, in case I've made any mistakes.

"Hello, Cath."

She always calls her Cath, never Catherine.

And she always starts with hello. I've checked her other emails.

"Do you mind if I skip the Skype tonight?"

It's always skip - she's cancelled before.

"I'm in bed already, and so tired.

"Off on a walking trip and my phone is broken, so I probably

"won't be in touch for a week.

"Until then, take care. Janice."

What do you think?

She should send love.

She never does, it's always take care.

Probably the last time her sister ever hears from her.

She never sends love.

It's not my fault.

This is...

..a thing that is happening... to us.

No-one will suffer.

Not even Janice.

Harry...

..this is humane.

Must be so much easier.

What must? Not believing in hell.

I am in hell, right now.

But I think I can see a way out.

You see, that's the problem -

there never is.

There never is a way out.

Christ.

We're actually going to do this, aren't we?

Send the email.

Harry?

Harry, have you bolted the door?

I've bolted both doors. You can't get in.

What are you doing? Go to Sally's.

Go to your mother's. Go wherever you like.

Here's your car keys.

You're not coming in here.

Harry... Mary, listen to me.

I'm not going to let you kill her. It's not going to happen.

Harry. Harry! Now, go. Just go. Harry...

Harry!

You can leave us.

Yes, sir.

Are you serious?

Perfectly.

All of a sudden, you're going to tell us, after all this time?

There's a condition. Ah.

Can't be done.

Executions have been rescheduled before.

Many of them have been delayed indefinitely.

I'm sure there's a lawyer somewhere who can do something.

And in return?

And in return, I will tell

anybody who wants to know...

..where my wife's head is.

Gordon and Marie can bury their daughter whole.

At last.

That's not enough.

That's not all there is.

Once I explain where I buried the head...

..it will become clear why I did it...

..and why she had to die.

Then Gordon and Marie will know,

you will know.

And everybody... will know.

But first...

..I want to live.

Somehow, I know I'm going to be OK with you.

Erm...

..I don't know what to do yet. I need...

I need to think. I need to go and think.

Of course you do.

I got Mary out of here for her sake.

I don't want her to be any part of this.

Just like I locked you up for Ben's sake.

I have done bad things,

wrong things, but I did them.

I'm doing them for my family.

Well, you'd do anything for your family. I know that.

You'd die for them.

More than that, I would take their place in hell.

Well? You're not saying much.

The fuck is he doing?

What are my parents doing?

Why didn't you ask him?

I-I wasn't expecting you to stay hiding.

I couldn't.

I don't know, I just... You froze.

Well, no-one expects to hear their father talking like that.

What'd he mean, for my sake?

What has it got to do with me?

Ask him.

I'm going to.

Shit.

What's the matter? It's jammed.

He's fucking jammed the lock with something and I can't open it.

Dad?!

Oh, shit.

Shit!

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?!

Oh, where the fuck is he?

Dad!

Dad?!

Dad?

Harry!

For God's sake, phone me back!

Phone me back!

She fucked us.

She did it on purpose

and she fucked us.

The email. I got it all wrong.

Bloody email.

Dad!

Don't be stupid, Dad.

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!