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Oh, hi, Simon, it's me.

I was just wondering how you...

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm really fine.

I'm doing a lot of things and things are going well, yeah.

No.

No, well...

I was just wondering, what do you think if I was to tag along

with you and Emmy and Chiara this weekend.

Oh.

No.

Oh, no, no, I understand.

Congratulations.

No.

No, I'm...

No, no, I'm fine.

I need to go now.

I thought we were too sad and depressing for you.

Oh, I didn't say that.

No, but it's what you thought.

You feeling lucky tonight?

The odds don't look too great.

Well, it only takes one to be the right one.

There, across the room,

your eyes meet, bingo!

Good luck.

-Madame. -Thank you.

You're welcome.

We might hit it off with someone tonight,

you never know.

Need a topper, ladies, or are you okay?

Yeah, we came here before together.

It's that time.

Take your seats.

Ladies, you stay seated.

Gents, after the next bell,

you move one table to your right.

Chin up, girl.

You're right.

What do they have that we don't?

Nothing age can't better.

You want to share?

Suction.

-What? -You heard me.

Oh, I don't do that.

I bet the little blonde he left you for does.

Actually, the split was mutual.

We didn't realize what we had.

No, honey, you didn't realize what you had.

And now it's a bit late, isn't it?

Things ain't what they used to be.

We can meet the men we want now.

We can choose.

So get your skinny legs back out there and flaunt them.

I remember my mother having the same conversation

with her friends in 1965.

Right.

Nothing changes.

One of those mine, by any chance?

As a matter of fact, it is.

Oh, what a relief.

I'm parched.

George... George Stone.

Hello, George.

Hello?

Hello?

You know you got water running?

Is there anybody there?

We have a report of a suspicious death.

Any units in the vicinity on the Ink Building.

Informed is at location awaiting instructions.

-You the police? -Are you Mr. Green?

-He's over here. -Thank you.

Your lot asked me to come back here and wait.

Have you been in the flat?

Yeah, of course I bloody have!

To turn the taps...

Have you touched anything?

Who is it?

-Fucks sake, Mom! -Stevie?

You always liked to sleep in.

What's happened?

No, Linda, I'm not being smart.

Yeah, but I said I would talk to him.

Well, you know how it is.

He's 15 years old.

We can't keep wrapping him in cotton wool.

Sir, did we miss something?

Where... did we say that?

Units are traveling... CSM is...

Get the log going.

What are you waiting for, a packed lunch

and a goodbye kiss?

No, Linda, not you.

The door is this way.

You look as lost as I am.

Oh.

Ah!

That's what I was looking for.

Gov?

What are you doing here?

Nineteenth floor.

Stop staring.

Did George do this to you?

You're staying with him, aren't you?

I know you are.

Tell me you're staying with that fucking shit.

He did this to you, didn't he?

Oh!

You don't remember knocking or jarring it recently?

Lifting something heavy maybe?

-Ah! -I'm sorry.

Don't worry, fractures are pretty common at your age.

This will heal in no time.

I'll, uh, I'll get you something to ease the pain.

It's gonna hurt for a wee bit.

It won't be long.

-Oh, sorry, Gov. -It's okay.

Listen, I need you to trace a number plate for me.

I've only got a partial, I'm afraid.

Sure.

Thanks.

Hello?

Can I speak to George?

Um, are you a relative?

Is he there?

I'm afraid there's been an incident.

George Stone, not his best side.

White, male, 46, recently separated.

Prone to temper tantrums according to the neighbors.

Now, unless the autopsy says something different

I think we can safely assume

that Georgie boy was clubbed to death

with a blunt work of art.

No forced entry, no signs of a struggle,

items of value... TV, HiFi,

laptop, etcetera all untouched,

as was seven grand of cash in the safe.

That's a lot of pocket money.

CSE picked up a call to the scene,

traced it to the spouse, Janet Stone.

It's on the caller I.D.

I've got a data now.

Do you want me on it?

No, it's okay.

Items found in the spare room fit neighbor's descriptions

of a younger male cohabitant.

There was a rucksack found under the bed

which had digital scales and a stash of ziplocs.

Forensics' on the shirt.

Right, Brooks, you get me the flat mate,

I'll get the spouse.

Now, any questions, don't forget

that our mighty governor was first on the scene

at five o'clock in the morning, no less!

Mrs. Stone?

Detective Inspector Franks.

Mrs. Stone, I need to speak to you about your husband.

I'll leave you my card.

Please give me a call.

It's important.

What's going on?

The police are here.

I don't wanna know.

Uh.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Emmy?

Head on to the ex, Janet Stone,

she didn't show up for work.

What about the car?

Gone, she's on the move.

That doesn't make her a suspect.

Okay, put in an ANP.

Anything on George Stone?

We're still waiting for his laptop.

A slightly disturbing taste in porn so far.

Would it be cross-the-line disturbing?

Legally speaking, no.

Great, remind me why I'm here.

What about the plate search, sir?

Nothing.

Find me the flat mate.

Anna?

You okay?

-Emmy! -Oh, hi.

Mom, I've told you, this is sweet plus.

Hello, Chiara!

Here, give me those.

She's been up half the night.

What happened to your arm?

Oh, it's nothing.

Just a fracture.

I slipped in the bath.

Can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?

How's your father?

Emmy, I'm not completely stupid.

He didn't show up.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

Of course I am!

I don't like it when you get upset.

He's just not ready for us yet.

Us?

You know what I mean.

Oh, I've missed you.

Who's Allegra?

So did Allegra get lucky?

Emmy.

Well, did she?

You say that like it's easy.

Mom, these things are meant to make it easier.

Did you even talk to anyone?

They're all so dreadful.

I just can't do it, it's not me.

Don't be such a snob.

You have to get out there.

I don't see Simon speed dating.

Mom.

Not everyone has to read books for a living.

Hi, big shot.

You lost a fight to your girlfriend?

Yeah, blood.

I ain't your blood.

She made me tell the boys I can't get the money.

It's been a problem.

It's sorted.

Adz is taking care of him.

What, you've seen Adz?

I ain't seen you...

Oy!

What did he say?

Look, fucking talk to me, man!

Back off!

I ain't your messaging service.

What the fuck... how did Adz get the money?!

Swear to God I'll knock you out!

-I need to know! -Get the fuck out of here!

Fuckin' dick.

Shh, it's okay, it's okay.

Hi, there.

Have you registered?

Um, no.

Well, it's 40 quid entry,

and you get two free glasses of bubbly.

Oh, okay.

What's your name?

Franks.

-First name? -Kevin.

Kevin.

I hope you find what you're looking for...

Kevin Franks.

Thank you.

Um, you can call me Lou.

Oh, okay.

Thank you.

Hello.

You're Allegra?

-I'm, uh... -Kevin?

Have we met before?

We did?

Well, I have a good memory for faces and...

I don't know, you seem familiar.

I guess I have that kinda face.

It's a nice face.

-Would you... -Yes.

At least you're honest.

Oh, no, I'm separated.

Of course.

Really.

Actually, I'm living in a hotel.

And you're out for a bit of affection

to ease the transition?

No, no, no.

Not at all, I...

This is your first time.

Is it obvious?

Do you, do you have any tips for me?

Well, I'm no expert,

but the procedure seems to be

man talks to woman, man buys three drinks,

man talks on about his great accomplishments,

woman shows keen interest, but remembers to emphasize

her independence and self sufficiency.

And then there's the slow dance.

What, what's the slow dance?

It's supposed to help us overcome our inhibitions.

And, and what happens after that?

Then the drinks aren't free anymore.

It was an accident waiting to happen.

I could hear it in my mother's voice.

'He's so young, dear.'

Simon always said that we proved them wrong.

But it was a matter of time,

and biology.

-I'm sorry. -No, no, it's fine, really.

I mean I've got Emmy and Chiara.

That's all that counts, isn't it?

Three generations of single women in a one bed flat.

All laundry and mayhem.

Bliss.

-How did you... -Oh.

It's a long story.

So is that,

is that the cue?

I think it is.

So would you like to...

♪ Going to the station ♪

♪ Ticket in my hand ♪

♪ Going to see my lady ♪

♪ Think she'll understand ♪

♪ My lord ♪

♪ Walkin' to the river ♪

♪ Take my rocking chair ♪

♪ Had that feeling overtake me ♪

♪ Drift away from here ♪

♪ My lord ♪

♪ Think I'm coming home

to you, my lord ♪

♪ Think I'm comin' home ♪

♪ My lord ♪

Quite the dancer.

You're not so bad yourself.

Should we have some music?

Why not?

♪ Going to the station ♪

♪ It's time for me to go ♪

Should you be driving?

Not really.

You look really lovely.

You haven't seen me in the cold light of day.

Would you, would you mind if I took your number?

No.

-Do you have a pen? -Oh, sure.

Don't lose it, it's my only copy.

Anna.

I'm Bernie.

It's nice to meet you.

Some party this is.

Guests are arriving fashionably late.

I did my best with the resources available.

And she makes a mean cocktail.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Forget something?

Thought you were havin' a quiet one.

Well, we were trying to, yeah.

So, uh,

maybe you could just fuck off, yeah?

Yeah, I just need to get something.

It's late, I think I'll go.

No, stay, stay.

He'll be gone in a minute.

Yo, what's goin' on, it's Adz.

Leave a message after the beep, peace.

Adz, man, what the hell is goin' on?

Tell me you didn't do this.

The feds showed up, they showed up at my mom's place.

You need to call me now.

Just call me back.

Please, I'm going mad here, I'm losin' it.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, I want a word.

Hey!

-Morning. -You look nice.

You're practically a married man, Kevin.

-Did you get my message? -No, surprise me.

Janet Stone's plates been flagged in Southend.

Hm, great.

-Case closed then. -Not quite.

She was with her 16-year-old son.

From a pervious partner.

He tried to leg it, but we got him.

Looks like he's taken a beating.

Huh, do you think he's our lodger?

It looks that way.

She's his sister, *.

Does that mean we've gotta go to Southend?

Come on.

I'll buy you ice cream.

The church under fire again as the people of Moldova

prepare to vote on a referendum on divorce.

Protestors arrested for making noise...

-He won't call. -Oh, he might.

Isn't there's some kind of two day rule?

Why's your phone in here then?

That's my toothbrush.

Hmm, I'm so sorry.

Do you remember the slow dance?

Mhm, it's all coming back to me.

You like this.

Yeah.

Here we go.

Mmm.

Nice.

Where you going?

Coming right back.

Hm, okay.

You bring back somethin' good for me now.

Hi.

Yeah, we did, Dad.

We waited for two hours.

No, I'm not!

What... now?

Look, I think I better...

No, I've gotta go.

Come on, you.

Here we go.

You spook me out sometimes.

I need to make up some feeds.

Who was that?

-What? -On the phone.

Oh.

Just a friend.

Is everything okay?

-Yeah, she's fine. -Oh, did I tell you?

She took a few steps the other day.

Is it all right if you babysit for a while?

-You going out? -Yeah.

Something's come up.

It's no biggie if you can't.

No, it's fine.

Come on, you.

Come on.

Hello, we are not available now.

Please leave your name and phone number after the beep.

We will return your call.

What is she doing?

Who's Anna?

Oh, she's just nobody.

Go on.

Call her.

I won't tell.

There's nothing to tell.

You called George's apartment, didn't you?

No comment.

Why leave London?

No comment.

Why didn't you answer the door?

Why run?

No comment.

You feel this is helping Stevie's cause?

You're wrong.

No comment.

Fine.

Want a cup of tea?

The fucker got what he deserved!

So Steven, let me get this straight.

You and this Adam Taylor

owe to this dealer * * for 15K.

You're desperate.

You need to get George's cash from the safe,

but he's refusing, and things get a little out of hand.

It wasn't like that, he...

I wasn't there. That's the whole point.

I mean, he couldn't see me, could he?

-You know, it had to be Adz. -And that's Adam Taylor.

Is that a yes?

Yes.

But he was only supposed to threaten him, he...

He wasn't supposed to do anything like this.

No, not like this.

-And you say you called it off? -I did, I...

I told him there was someone with him

and he went mental, he beat the shit outta me.

Adz did this.

It was fucking him on his own.

So who was with George?

I don't know, some woman.

He was always havin' 'em over.

Can I just see my mom?

Hello?

Is it, is it too early to call?

No.

I, um...

I didn't wanna wake you.

I woke you, didn't I?

My eyes were open.

-I'm sorry, I... -It's all right.

Sleeping isn't really my forte.

So, so what were you thinkin'

with those eyes open?

-If you'd call. -I did.

Yesterday, but I didn't wanna leave a message.

It could've been, it could've been a fake number.

Women can never be too careful.

I mean, I was gonna call again later,

but it just got too late.

You're right.

Six in the morning is much more appropriate.

So what time will I pick you up then?

-Tonight? -Mhm.

-What if I'm busy? -Are you?

Right.

Then I'll pick you up at eight o'clock.

Is that real?

Does it matter?

Where's the guv?

He's out chasin' tail,

but you didn't hear it from me.

What you got there?

We've been sittin' on Adam Taylor the whole time.

He knocked over an off-license on Sunday morning.

-He's at Farringdon. -He was desperate.

So what, you're keepin' it to yourself?

Please leave your message after the tone.

Guv?

We got Adam Taylor.

Hi, Emmy, it's me.

I just thought you'd like to know he did call,

and I'm having dinner with him tonight.

So don't wait up.

See you later... oh, tomorrow morning.

Bye.

Come on, Bernie, answer the phone.

Oh, I thought you said eight o'clock?

-Oh, I can come back. -No, it's fine.

But let me slip into something less comfortable.

Oh, wait a minute.

They said the water shouldn't be too cold.

They're beautiful,

but, but I must change.

Sure.

How did you find me?

-In the phonebook. -You should be a detective.

Actually, I am.

Seriously?

Detective Chief Inspector, to be precise.

Though I do more shuffling of papers these days

than I do sleuthing.

Oh, I see it now.

The sleuthing, not the shuffling.

I'm amazed you're not, uh,

more overwhelmed with kids' toys and stuff.

I remember my place was like a, like a landfill.

I do what I can in the living room,

but Emmy's bedroom's another story.

You've got some, uh, some messages.

Oh, they'll be for Emmy.

I don't get any calls.

Not even from strange men at six o'clock in the morning?

Well, I make a point of answering those.

Wow.

♪ Oh tonight ♪

♪ Oh tonight ♪

♪ Oh tonight ♪

♪ I got it really bad ♪

♪ Maybe I'll go out walkin' ♪

♪ Don't feel like stayin' home ♪

♪ Might take the car up to the hills

and watch the city lights below ♪

♪ Yes, tonight ♪

Simon put out some crime stories.

Didn't do very well,

but then neither did the other stuff.

You would be good though.

Oh, you mean because I've seen it close up?

Mmm.

Nah, it wouldn't have worked out.

Why not?

Because I'm a bit of a fraud.

I'm really not the cop that people think I am.

I'm sure that behind those troubled eyes

lurks a man's obsession with the truth.

Yup, everybody, including my wife,

thinks that I'm married to this job.

That I've got this zeal for justice,

but it's always been just a job to me.

I became a provider.

-You got promoted. -Because I'm diligent.

So what is your calling?

A man's greatest failure is not to know his calling.

Thank you.

I was told that a woman's greatest failure

is not to want children.

First date faux pas.

-Keep it light. -I started it.

I thought we were happy just the two of us.

It was enough.

Simon thought we needed more.

So what about all the bliss

and the mayhem?

I never regretted Emmy

in any way, or Chiara.

They're the most wonderful thing I have.

I'm just not very good with babies.

I left Emmy outside a shop once.

You wouldn't be the first to do that.

You know we've met before?

Where?

Briefly, at the Ink Building, on Sunday morning.

-Ink Building? -At the Barbican.

I haven't been to the Barbican for years.

But, but I saw you in the lobby.

We, we spoke.

You must have the wrong woman, Detective.

So...

Where were we?

-Is it something I said? -No.

No.

I had a lovely evening.

I just gotta get up, uh, early.

-Can I... -No, no, it's okay.

-Good night. -Good night.

-Yes? -Shall I take the interview?

What interview?

Check your messages.

We've got Adam Taylor in custody.

I can't put it off any longer.

Okay, okay.

I'll be there.

Fucking pills.

I saw Dad.

He seemed different.

He did.

He wants to see more of Chiara.

He asked us over for the holidays.

Me and Chiara.

You think I shouldn't go?

Of course, you should.

He's your father.

You look like shit.

Thanks, mate.

What about Taylor?

Primed and ready for roasting.

Oh, by the way E-FIT from Stevie Stone is coming.

Hicock reckons it's the woman you saw leaving the lobby.

Do you think?

I'm can't be 100 percent, I guess, but yeah.

That's all right, we can track her through the party.

What party?

Singles.

Stone was a lonely hearts junkie;

chat rooms, forums, and he signed up

for a party that night.

Can I get ya coffee, guv?

No.

I got him!

What are you talking about?

You liar!

What are you talking about?

You gonna lie about that now?

You trying to grill me, you trying to grill me?

I'll kill you!

Get off of me!

Get off me, man!

Get off me, you liar!

Shall we?

He's gone.

You're fucking kidding me.

Come on, come on!

Pick up.

Excuse me, Anna Welles, where is she?

Come on!

No!

Come on!

Agh, ow!

You fucking bitch!

Yup?

I checked the interview of Adam Taylor, okay?

Uh-huh.

Forensics are in, there's nothing

to put Taylor in the flat,

but there's plenty of party girl there.

I can't talk right now.

Just deal with it, okay?

Bernie?

Just deal with it, okay?

The fuck is your problem?

Okay, brilliant.

ID's in on the witness seen leaving the party

with George on the ninth.

Anna Welles.

Likes to call herself Allegra.

Address?

I'll see what I can do.

Anna!

It's Bernie.

Can you open up?

Anna, I know you're there.

I hear the water.

Anna, please.

Can I come in?

Please?

Anna, I need to talk to you.

Can we sit down for a moment?

You look tired.

I haven't slept.

I'll make you some chamomile.

No, I don't need tea, I need to talk to you.

I can't keep seeing you like this.

But it's fine.

So you say.

I mean it.

I have to change.

Anna, stop.

Listen to me.

I've got nothing to...

This is important.

Yeah?

Are you with her now?

What?

I've got the plate checked.

What are you doing?

I'm following a lead.

You need to bring her in.

Bernie, she could be dangerous.

Fuck off, Franks.

She's Anna Matheson.

Do you remember?

Baby Matheson?

Bernie?

Bernie!

Just get there.

Four new messages.

Emmy, are you there?

I think I found Chiara's green brelly.

You won't believe where.

I've been out.

You see, I do listen sometimes.

Anyway, I'll tell you all about it when I get back.

Hi, Emmy.

I'm off early today.

I'll pass by the shops on the way back

and get some of that formula for Chiara, okay?

Emmy?

It's me.

I just thought you'd like to know

he did call and I'm having dinner with him tonight,

so don't wait up.

See you later...

oh, tomorrow morning.

Bye!

End of final message.

I didn't want to wake you.

You looked so peaceful.

I'm going to make brunch.

I hope you like omelet.

You really don't remember the first time we met?

Anna?

Do you remember George Stone?

Please.

This is important.

There's somewhere I need you to go.

I think we should take it from here!

We need to bring her in.

Won't be necessary.

Bernie, she's a prime suspect.

You don't know what you're getting yourself into!

Bernie, Bernie!

Look, Anna...

I know where you're taking me.

It's all right.

I need to do this.

Anna, I can't help you unless you remember.

You should take that.

Franks?

Bernie, I'm serious, you can't be involved.

I'm dealing with it.

Look, let's just take this one step at a time.

Anna!

Anna.

Anna, please open.

Anna?

Oh, hi, Simon, it's me.

I was just wondering how you...

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm really fine.

I'm doing a lot of things and I was just wondering

what do you think if I was to tag along

with you and Emmy and Chiara this weekend?

No, I know, I understand.

Oh.

Oh, well, congratulations, yeah.

No, no, I'm...

I'm fine.

I need to go now.

♪ And I'm here, the first standing

here on the moon ♪

Anna!

♪ But we got through ♪

♪ And this spinning blue jewel

here in my palm ♪

♪ Far away down there ♪

♪ Just seems so small ♪

♪ And now I'm here ♪

♪ I've seen it all ♪

♪ So, cry a tear

for the man on the moon ♪

Anna.

You don't need to do this.

Anna.

Please.

Don't do this.

Come on.

♪ And now I'm here ♪

♪ I see it all ♪

♪ So, cry a tear for the man

on the moon ♪

It's okay.

You're safe.

♪ Cry a tear for the man

on the moon ♪

♪ Cry a tear for the man

on the moon ♪