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They will come to you, too.

Others who were murdered, like Cassandra.

And me.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad!

There will be others.

Others who were murdered.

Like Cassandra.

And me.

Go around!

Go around! Go around!

-It's green, man.
-Go around!

Go around!

Just go around!

You okay?

Sorry.

Can I help?

No.

My dad… my dad's dead.

Yeah, he's dead.

And now,
we've just got time for one more

golden oldie before the news.

♪ Like a circle in a spiral ♪

♪ Like a wheel within a wheel ♪

♪ Never ending or beginning ♪

♪ On an ever spinning reel ♪

♪ Lovers walk along a shore and leave ♪

♪ Their footprints in the sand ♪

♪ As the images unwind…

I just don't understand
why he would do this.

♪ In the windmills ♪

♪ Of your mind ♪♪

So…

…do I get an explanation?

I, uh…

I was gonna go home.

Yeah. No shit. Why?

Being here is messing with my mind.

Okay.

Right, so to calm that,

you're hanging out with your father's
annoyingly vague suicide note.

I've got a theory.

On?

This annoyingly vague suicide note.

Being?

Well, I-I know it's Dad's handwriting,

but when did he ever start a sentence
without a capital letter?

When he was suicidal.

Punctuation probably wasn't
the top of his priority list.

It reads like the end of a sentence,
not the start,

so… what if…

there was a page one?

-Police only found this.
-Yeah, and who found

the note first, the police or Margot?

-Margot.
-Well, what if

she took page one for some reason.

Why would she do that?

I-I have no idea. I don't know. I…

But you said it yourself,
this is a ridiculous note

that explains nothing. It's three words

and a weird doodle.
This is not the final note

of a man who delved inside people's minds.

I think you're overtired.

He was reading a book,

The Loss of Innocence
by CC Arnold.

And…?

It's a psychological textbook from 1954.

The juniper bush is an analogy.
In the Bible,

the infant Jesus and his parents
were hidden from Herod's soldiers

by a juniper bush, and it's about
innocence and it's about loss.

Sutton?

Laz, you're upsetting me now,

so if you don't mind, I, um…

I am going to make some tea

and bake some cakes.

Where you going, lad?

Are you scared?

Hey. Hey!

You.

-What, you want to fight?
-What?

He's easy, a weedy kid.

How about someone bigger?

You, go.

The rest of you,

here I am.

Fuck off.

Fuck off?

Get to school.

-Get in.
-I'll walk.

I don't want them to catch you.

They won't because I'm walking
at maximum speed.

What if they run?

They won't run.
They'd look uncool if they run.

Take care, okay?

That's a meaningless phrase,
as my care isn't really the…

issue.

Fair point.

-Coffee?
-I'm already late.

So another half-hour won't matter.

They'll think I'm hungover again.

-Are you?
-Yep,

but I don't want them thinking that, do I?

It's quite important.

I've been thinking
about Dad's suicide.

Something doesn't feel right.

In my experience, it rarely does,
for the loved ones.

But his whole philosophy--
professionally speaking--

was "don't let them feel abandoned."

He-he genuinely believed
that damaged people could be saved.

Who reassures the reassurer?

That's from a Snoopy cartoon.

Look-look, he didn't own a gun, Seth.

Did you check it for prints?

What-what if someone went in there,
like a client say,

and made it look like a suicide?

It's a basic reanimated street gun.
It has no traceability.

What about forensics?

Powder residue on his hands?
Right, you can tell all this stuff.

Yeah, we can,

but there's a backlog, Laz,
and suicides, I'm sorry to say,

but they're not classed as urgent.

Who would want to kill your dad?

First, the Cassandra Rhodes thing,
which is 25 years ago.

Did you even read
the police files I gave you?

You're looking for connections
where there aren't any.

You sure about that?

Sutton and Cassandra
and your dad are years apart.

You're abusing our friendship.

So, it's lucky for you
I fancy your sister.

There will be others, son.

They will come to you, too.

Oh, God…

Hi, Dr Laz.

This is Neil.

Dr Lazarus.

He was a bit reluctant,
but I told him that you'd

suggested it, and that you'd make sure
that it wasn't too, um…

"woo-woo."

Yeah, I'm just not used to
all this, uh, talking in rooms.

Well… Um…

I'll do my best
to make it straightforward.

Have a drink. Can he have a drink?

Mm. Yeah.

-I'm having a drink.
-I don't want a drink.

-Just have a drink.
-Leave it.

-Neil, just have a drink.
-Leave it!

Neil.

Why don't you sit here?

Cassandra, here.

Perfect.

So…

Couples counselling, yes?

Neil, why don't we start with you.
Why do you think you're here?

It was her idea.

To help our relationship.

Okay. Cassandra, same question.

Well, in our sessions you've always, um,
encouraged me to stand up for myself,

and…

well, I've-I've kept a little diary of…
of each day--

-Uh?
-…and every time that I've--

Can I, um… can I speak?

Please.

I idolise Cassandra,

but sometimes,
for her own good, well, she needs--

Well, it all goes back to her mother.

Don't sigh, Cassie.

She was brought up by a mother
with no boundaries. Tell him.

Well, she would go out to the street,
sleep with men for money--

-No, she didn't.
-Don't lie to him.

-Well--
-She slept with men for money

to provide for her kids, maybe,
but she definitely--

There, were you?

And they grew up thinking
that this was normal.

Would you… describe yourself as someone

who needs to be in control,
uh, more generally in life?

I get thoughts in my head
about the way the world should be,

and once they're in there,
I want the world to be that way.

-One's enough.
-See?

I-I said that one is enough.

I want another!

I keep the drinks in a globe.

It helps me remember that outside
this room, there's a whole wide world.

Where would you go,
if you needed the space?

India.

-Why?
-Well, to live cheaply,

lose yourself,
no one would find you there.

Hmm. You should go.

Maybe I will.

-You couldn't leave me.
-I could go, but what would you do,

-Cassandra? How would you manage?
-Oh, I'd manage.

Probably end up like your mother--
sucking men's dicks for cash.

-Stop saying that.
-Well, no wonder you got a stalker.

We have to face the truth.
I mean, isn't that part of this room?

We have to accept what we are?

She sucked dicks for cash,
and she doesn't want to admit it,

because who wants to think
that their mother was a whore?

But that's what she was.
Cassandra came from a whore.

And we need to accept that sometimes
the apple doesn't fall far from the--

Jen?

Jen? That statue Mom and Dad
bought on their honeymoon?

I'm, uh, with a client.

Hi.

Oh. Sorry.

Uh, remember it, the, uh, cradling mother?

Yes.

Dad had it in his office,
but it's not there anymore. Why?

I have no idea.

Now please, Laz?

Right.

Okay.

Well, you've always
encouraged me to stand up for myself.

Well, I've kept

a little diary of each day and every time.

We were the only people
that would buy the place.

It had been left empty for ages.

Apart from all the crap
that got left in the attic.

Right. I'm, uh, just going out.

Yeah, still with a client.

Hi.

Nine of swords.

Ooh. Be careful.

Is that something to worry about?

No. No, no.

Okay.

Well…

Oh, you again.

I know. I'm sorry.

You mentioned when you bought the property

that the, uh… the loft hadn't been
cleaned out properly?

Correct, but pal, I'm-I'm mid-dinner here,
I've got Countdown on.

Cassandra,
the woman who lived here before.

Uh, what-what did you do with her stuff?

It's only a couple of boxes.

They're in the loft. Why?

Uh, I think I mentioned last time.

She knew my father,
and for sentimental reasons,

I-I'd love to see what she left behind.

You could be anyone.

You-you come to my door.

You could be a thief,
or-or a con man, or--

I'll give you my wallet, and you-you can
give it back to me when I leave.

Car keys?

Uh… yeah.

Fine. Come on.

This statue.

What about it?

Is it Cassandra's?

Yeah, from the loft.

This used to be my father's.

You'll be saying my 65-inch widescreen
was your father's next.

It was in his office.

All I know is the wife likes it.

Careful on your way up.

The stuff you want is just over there.

-Those?
-Yeah. Those are them.

Oh.

Wh-When we bought this,
I thought it could be a games room.

Set my PS up, beer fridge,

but you've got to have it
all done properly.

Need to get a floor that's reinforced,

and this partition wall'd
have to come down.

God knows why she boxed it off.

But the wife put a kibosh on it.

Said she'd never see me.

I said, "You say that
like it's a bad thing."

She boxed it off? Cassandra?

Yeah, tap it.

That side's brick, then all that
in the middle is plaster board.

There's something behind here.

-What?
-You have to have a look.

-No, we have to look now.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

We need to look!

Out of the way, you lunatic!

Out of the way!

There is something back there.

Oh, it's heavy.

♪ Ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah ♪

♪ With your feet in the air,
your head on the ground ♪

♪ Try this trick and spin it, yeah ♪

♪ Your head will collapse,
but there's nothing in it ♪

♪ And you ask yourself ♪

♪ Where is my mind? ♪

♪ Where is my mind? ♪

♪ Where is my mind? ♪

♪ Way out in the water ♪

♪ See it swimmin'…

Are you okay?

Yeah. A bit shaken.

Why did you come here?

Cassandra was one of Dad's clients.

Been, uh, clearing out his office.

I saw her name on one of the files.

-I was curious.
-Yeah?

What if the body is Neil, the boyfriend?

Neil Croft?
He disappeared when she was murdered.

But if that was him up there,
he… he can't be her killer.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
We don't know who the body is yet.

You understand that we're going
to have to take a statement?

Yeah?

Get in the car.

I need the air, Seth.

Get in the fucking car,
you fucking fucker!

How the fuck did you find a dead body?

The question you should be asking is,

how the fuck did the police
not find that in 1999?

Why were you there?

Hmm? Hey,

dickhead,

this is my job.

You come back, you start asking
all kinds of weird favours, fine.

You're in grief, I make allowances.

But this just got really serious,
so you better start talking

or you and me are gonna fall the fuck out.

Okay, I'll tell you the truth.

We might need a drink.

I've spoken with my dad.

And Cassandra Rhodes.

I know they're dead.

Um…

Care to elaborate?

It started with Cassandra.

I-I-I…

I was in my dad's office.

I was exhausted.

I'd laid on his couch, just to…

be in his space and…

my eyes started to close

and then, suddenly…

And then in she walks,

Cassandra, like she's there for a session.

This is not a dream?

Not a dream.

Sorry, are you on medication?

Seth.

Okay.

So what does she say?

The, uh… the dead woman?

Well, she doesn't think she's dead.

She thinks she's there for therapy.

She thinks I'm my dad,

and she says…

D-Did you hear me?

I said I've been having those thoughts.

And so you do what?

Because you're not… your father.

I-I kind of played along.

Why?

I don't know. I don't know.

I-I-I thought maybe she could help me
understand why my dad took his own life.

Did she?

No, she, uh…

she spoke about a stalker.

And Neil, her boyfriend,

who-who was there today.

Okay, so where does your dad come into it?

Last night, I was back in his office,

thinking about his funeral,
thinking about Sutton,

all kinds of thoughts.

And I-I hear these…

I look up.

And there he is.

What does he say?

He says…

There will be others, son.

Others who were murdered.

Like Cassandra.

And me.

Did he say who killed him?

No.

Did you ask?

No.

I know this all sounds insane,

but how does any of what's happened today
make any sense if I'm lying?

I guess there's only one way to find out.

So this is where the… the statue was.

Neil was talking.

Cassandra was-was…

uh, getting angry.

Uh, comments about her mother
being a whore.

And, suddenly, she grabs the statue…

She was wearing

the red scarf, the-the one
she was murdered with.

So you're saying she killed--

sorry, might have killed--

the man we suspect as her killer.

And this murder
that may have happened 25 years ago,

you saw it happen today.

-Laz.
-I know how it sounds, Seth.

Right, if a patient started saying
these things to me, I'd-I'd be worried.

All right? Outside this room,

I'm a rational man. But in here--

Okay.

All right, let's recreate
the circumstances,

the exact circumstances,

in which they appear.

Should we close our eyes?

Yeah.

Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And they just appear?

There's a… sound first.

Always a sound first.

And then, then, then they arrive.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, Laz.

I've got no explanation.

All I know is I can't tell my colleagues

that you saw a man who is probably dead

get attacked by a woman
who is definitely dead

in the office of your dead father,

who, by the way,

says he didn't die by suicide

and that we should be looking
for his killer.

Going for a piss.

You can't tell people
you're seeing ghosts, son.

They'll put you in the loony bin.

Seth?!

I know I shouldn't use
the term "loony bin," of course.

Not these days. It has
derogatory connotations or something.

But then again, nobody knows
what to call anything anymore,

especially people my age.

That, the age I was.

How can you be here?

We buried you.

What-What's happening to me, Dad?

Why-why-why am I seeing you?

Why do you think?

I'm not a patient.

Everyone's a patient, son,

in this room or not.

So…

how are you?

Good.

Yeah, good. Apart from seeing dead people.

Oh, yeah.

Tell me about Cassandra.

Well, the last time she was here,

she bashed her boyfriend's head in
with a fucking statue.

She did?

Yes.

In this office.

Well, I always encouraged her to…

stand up for herself.

She died a year after Sutton.

Told me somebody was stalking her.

What if there's a connection?

Cassandra. Neil.

They think I'm you.

They walk in here, these-these, uh…

…ghosts. And it's like-- it's like a…

like a re-creation.

Like a time machine.

And all my professional knowledge
is telling me this cannot be happening.

It-it must be a trick of my mind,
but I'm seeing them.

-And they're right in front of me.
-Okay.

Okay. Well, yeah, let's theorise.

These people are speaking…

…in the way they spoke in my sessions.

And this room has heard so many stories,

misery spoken so many times,

it's seeped into the walls,

become part of the very structure
that tried to contain it.

And-and now, uh, what?

It's-it's coming out of the walls
because you're dead?

Perhaps.

You say they think you're me,

but that means
they're living in the present.

Their present.

So they aren't ghosts.

Ghosts would know they were dead.

You know you're dead.

But I am the Ghost of Head Shrinking Past,

here to seek revenge.

Damn, where are my chains?

Dad.

Dad, please.

Sorry.

I don't get out much.

You miss this, don't you?

You and me,

hashing it out.

But you're a psychiatrist.

You know death is final.

That you and I

will never be together again.

And that's hard.

For either of us to accept.

So you're saying…

…I miss you so much I'm manifesting you?

Dad, who murdered you?

-I don't know.
-Please, Dad, please.

If you didn't die by suicide,
then you must know who killed you.

And if someone murdered you,

that means there could be
a connection to Sutton's murder.

Please.

My beautiful Sutton.

You said, um…

"it's not over"

in the note.

Is that about Sutton?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad, is that about Sutton?

Laz.

You okay?

Who you talking to?

Let's get out of here.

Baking again?

Yeah.

I've been looking into The Juniper Bush.

It's just a book, Jen.
I should never have mentioned it.

No. No, no, no, listen,

in some countries,

it signifies reincarnation.

There's cultures that burn the berries,

and the smoke is part
of a kind of ritual purification.

And some think that it helps
stimulate contact with other worlds.

And then there's a darker interpretation.

-Being?
-That the juniper wood

drives away demonic beings.

Oh, that's bullshit.

No, but he could have placed it there
as a message.

Do you think he'd got it into his head
that he could be with her again?

It's-it's possible. Anything's possible.

Do you think he-he thought

-that him and Sutton could--
-Jen!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm tired.

I'm going up.

Come in.

If forensics formally identify
the body as Neil Croft,

I think we should entertain the idea
that this could be the murder weapon.

And if she killed him,

then who killed her?

You said "It's not over"
in your note, is that about Sutton?

Dad, is that about Sutton?

Hello?

Hello?

Joel Lazarus?

I'm sorry.
I-I-I shouldn't have come inside.

I knocked.

Do you want some lemonade?

I know what you think of me,
or at least, what you thought of me.

My condolences, by the way,
for your father.

Thank you.

And, yeah.

For a long time,
I thought you murdered my sister.

You weren't the only one.

Strange question to ask,
whilst having a lemonade, but…

…did you?

Shall I tell you how I met Sutton?

And she's a lovely girl,
by the way, very polite.

She was looking for a dog. Razzles.

Your grandparents' dog?

I helped her search
all the gardens and yards.

Eventually, we found him.

She was so happy.

And she brought me that…

toy dog as a thank-you.

The difficulty I had
was why you were on our street.

You were seen hanging around
on our street the night she died.

"Hanging around." You see?

Newspaper language.

"The weirdo," "the recluse."

Anyone a little different,
and they don't like it.

You did have a previous complaint
against you,

for stealing underwear
from a girl's house,

so it wasn't exactly unfounded.

Have you never done anything irrational?

I was young.

So why were you there?

Joel.

I was in my 20s,

still a virgin,

and I had a crush
on the woman from number five.

I wasn't a confident boy,

but I'd overheard her
in the post office earlier saying

that she was going out that night,
so I was…

trying to manufacture a way
to speak to her.

Had this idea that I'd point out
a problem with her car,

a problem that I'd… created.

Trouble was, I wasn't exactly sure
when she'd be going out.

Right.

Obviously, I'd seen you all heading out
to the prom earlier.

I told this to the police.

I also told them that later on I saw
Billy MacIntyre arrive back at your house

in his car, and your sister climb into it.

Billy?

Seemed unhappy with her.

Had quite a fierce argument.

And Billy yelled in her face,

then sped away like a rally driver.

So what did you do after you saw that?

Nothing.

It was a tiny event in my evening.

I assumed what anyone would assume--

boyfriend/girlfriend tiff.

And went home?

Mm.

Rather than wait for the woman
at number five?

You entered my house without permission.

Did I call the police?

No.

I offered you lemonade
and answered your questions.

So if you want to interrogate me
like it's 1998 again…

…suggest you leave.

I'd like to take Sutton's teddy.

I'll get it for you.

Should've moved away.

But that would've looked like guilt.

I thought it would die down.

Billy MacIntyre never missed a chance
to drag my name through the mud.

And the police
had my card marked from day one.

Every time someone gets mugged, groped,

guess who they come questioning.

There's still rumours.

Online, not a scrap of evidence,
but they don't care.

Can you imagine how it feels…

…to have people look at you
with suspicion…

…even now?

Yo. What's going on?

Random question.

Do you still speak to Billy MacIntyre?

Wow.

Where did that come from?

Have you seen him in a vision?

He was at your dad's funeral
but left pretty sharpish.

Do you still have his number?

Probably.

Unless he's changed it.

Suppose I could ask Margot.

Yeah, his mum
will definitely have it, but…

I mean, what you gonna do,
just call him up out of the blue?

Why not?

I reconnected with Bella. Why not Billy?

Well, let me think.

Because Billy was a bellend.

Yeah, fair point.

But if I stopped speaking to bellends,
I wouldn't be talking to…

Very good.

Yeah.

Cheers.

Sutton?

Hi, Dad.