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Can I help you?

Aren't you... Aren't you Annie Sorenson Johnson?

I've seen you on telly.

I'm sure it's her.

Spoiled couch.

Hey, love.

No touching any of the obstacles or it's back to the beginning.

Listen for your partner's voice and work as a team.

This is humiliating.

It's only a game, Rose.

No cheating, you two.

Do you actually send Joyce on a three -day course to learn these skills,

Wallace? Right.

Guide to the far end, please.

I think I'm going to be... Absolute silence until I give the word.

We all fail unless we all get there, so...

Both good?

Against the law, isn't it?

Break the law.

How would you define yourself, Ruth?

Why do I have to, Joyce?

You don't.

But if you did...

Single woman, 39 years old, multiple failed relationships, no man, no

no place of her own to live. Good at her job.

Correction, very good at her job.

Are you a success?

What is success, Rose?

Wallace, what we have in this country is a criminal justice system funneling an

amazing number of people into incredibly overcrowded prisons where they just sit

and rot until they can get their hands on enough drugs to make it bearable.

an alarming number of these people turn out to be scarily innocent of the

charges they face. So success... Success is getting as many of them back out of

prison as I possibly can.

And doesn't that success finally depend, Rose, on how well we work together as a

team? No, Joyce, it doesn't.

I shouldn't be doing this job.

I should be stuffing soft toys in Northamptonshire.

See you.

Rose? Yeah?

We live in the same house at the moment.

So? So wouldn't it be a fault to travel home together?

Yeah, we could wear blindfolds, guide each other on and off the toilet using

only verbal commands.

Or in total silence, in that case, maybe. Look, I know it's a nuisance, but

without you to drive it, my car's... Don't wait up, Maloney.

Brilliant. Teamwork.

Talk to me about Rose.

I can't.

Why not?

Too, um, complicated.

Um, you're living together at the moment, aren't you? Oh, well, no, no,

just, um...

Platonic. No, no, no, I know, of course.

But, um... All right, shall I tell you what I think about Rose?

I think every office should have one.

But, please, can you just make her see that she's got to work closely together

with somebody?

Just show her this.

I want you to work on it together.

Because she's going to need you on this one.

And it needs to be done quick.

What is it? Well, she's doing 15 years for gapping a woman and her daughter.

Prosecution said she had an infatuation with the woman's husband, but the

defense said they were lovers.

So either way, she had a motive. Well, that's exactly right. That's what the

jury thought. But there is no forensic to link her to the crime.

Um, why does Rose need me on this?

Well, you'll find that out when she reads the file.

And why does it have to be quick?

Because she's completely fallen apart in prison.

It's on suicide watch.

Child killer!

Didn't your boyfriend want you no more, Annie? Is that the problem? Is that why

you did it?

I didn't do anything.

Somebody else did it.

What? Somebody else killed his wife and little girl?

Got a present for you, Annie.

Feel free to use it.

Get back here, you two.

Get back to your cells.

Open this.

You need to get permission to come in here.

Sorry.

You remind me of a horse I once backed.

A what?

Came in so late it had to tiptoe into the stables.

Sorry, did you buy courses?

No, it was a joke.

Oh.

Been somewhere nice?

Pizza Express.

What, for three hours?

I don't like crowding your space.

No, Rose, what you don't like is me crowding your space.

I've invited you to share.

Don't be like a teenager.

Share it.

I'm not very good at sharing.

Well, tough.

Because Wally wants us to do this together.

I think it's your good news, by the way.

Do say that.

I'm not supposed to tell you, I think.

Maloney.

Of course you're supposed to tell me. That's why he told you. He wants Mrs

Maverick. It makes him feel enlightened, a brilliant motivator with a light

touch. He's a game player.

Have you got anything to drink?

Yes.

Be interested to see what you think.

You might recognise her.

No.

Not the celebrity bunny boiler, not Annie Sorensen Johnson. This woman was

nailed on guilty.

There's nothing I'll open mind.

Wallace wants me to do this.

Oh, I see.

He wants me to empathise with a fellow opposite a female. God, the man's a

genius. You don't like her much, do you? Oh, it's the sit -ins and the rock star

boyfriends and the endless self -promotions and... Oh, above all,

Are we wasting our time on this stupid cow when there are real people who need

our help?

Well, she is a real person, Ruth.

She is a media creation.

Oh, well, to hell with her.

I'll tell Wally she was too busy. I'll do it myself.

Or maybe I'll tell him you finally disappeared so far up your own arse

working in total darkness.

Good night.

Have you finished with the bathroom?

Why is this asking?

Why? What were you doing?

From next door.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I did.

She's just lost her husband.

He was playing squash about six weeks ago. Found a lump under his arm. Bush.

Gone. Just like that.

Passive smoking, I suspect.

Two witnesses placed you at the scene of the crime within minutes of the time

when somebody turned on the gas and disconnected.

The feed to the living room fire.

You were standing at the gate staring at the house.

Why shouldn't I be there? Why should you?

David and I were lovers.

The court rejected that idea. Let's just stick to the facts.

It is a fact.

And if you won't believe it, you can't help me.

I love him.

He loves me.

Even though you were convicted for killing his wife and child?

David knows in his heart that I'm innocent.

That's not what he says.

I know what he says.

And I know what's in his heart.

You also said he only met you twice.

Why do you say that?

What makes you think David Terry still loves you?

Does he send you a valentine?

I've had no contact with David since just before the deaths.

Three years ago.

And what was that?

He wrote a letter saying we couldn't go on.

He needed to end it for their sake.

For his wife and daughter.

Well, how come you couldn't produce this letter to back up your story?

Have you ever had an adulterous affair, Mr Maloney? Actually, we're not here to

answer your question. Yes, I have, as a matter of fact.

Did you keep her letters?

I did, actually.

Well, we didn't.

Did that make me a killer?

And nobody knew.

Nobody ever saw you together.

Spoken to him?

Not yet, but we will. Will you tell him something?

Tell him I said thank you.

Thank you for the riot in my heart and soul that told me I was alive.

Thank him for the laughter and the joy and the precious gift of intimacy.

Because when I was in his arms, I felt that I had at last, after a long

finally come home.

And I ask him,

If he still has any love for me, could he please help me?

He knows the truth.

Could he please help me?

Did you hear those noises again last night?

I won't be a minute.

That was my last fag.

Oh, hi. It's Maggie, isn't it?

Yeah. I'm from next door.

Oh, yeah.

We've passed each other in the street a few times and I saw you in the

supermarket once and I had a few words with Graham.

What do you want?

Nothing. Well, you know, just to say how sorry I am and if there's anything I

can do.

Like what?

I don't know, whatever.

I mean, you're on your own, aren't you? You make me vomit.

It's nice of you to fit us in.

David Terry still live here?

No, he's trying to sell it, but it won't shift, though, because of the bodies.

And you led the initial investigation?

That's correct.

Sorry, only chance I'll get today.

Cooker turned on in there.

Gas tap on in here.

Connector uncoupled in there.

Two bodies found in here.

In sleep positions, cuddle up.

Didn't know anything about it.

And you arrested Danny Sorensen Johnson two weeks later?

Not personally, but, yeah.

Why, exactly?

Because of the couple who I identified are standing there. Aren't you... Aren't

you Annie Thornton Johnson?

And what Dr. Terry said?

Which was what?

That word.

I said, I've got two neighbours downstairs who think they saw Annie

Johnson by your gate shortly before the bodies were discovered.

Does that mean anything to you?

long pause, and he said... Oh, Christ, no.

Could she have been looking for you?

Looking for me?

Why would she have been doing that?

Don't you seem surprised to hear she'd been seen at the gate?

More dismayed, I thought. Which way was she looking, towards the house or

towards the road?

Er... Both at different times.

Look, are we done here?

Yeah, yeah, I think so. Now, hang on.

Was there anybody else in the frame before you arrested Alex?

Yeah, well, yeah. When we found the gas taps had been tampered with, we had a

red -hot favourite for about ten minutes. Who's that?

A nutter called Duke Rothermere.

It's not his real name. He's had it changed by a deed post. We stuck with

But he'd done this sort of thing before.

Once at his foster parents' house when he was a kid, and once to some bloke he

thought had cheated him out of his inheritance.

He's a complete maniac.

But to be fair to the noble lunatic, the houses were empty both times.

He's no murderer.

Did you find him?

Oh, that was easy.

I was in the scrubs doing five years for attacking a bloke who said he'd

insulted his ancient mother.

All right, thanks. Yeah, cheers.

We aren't going to need a whole week, Maloney.

There's no evidence to place her inside the house, though, and she was looking

at the road as well at the house. She was waiting for him, like she said. She

was waiting for a car to open the gate.

Bloody hell.

Ronnie Johnson.

Richard Tippy and all the land.

wants to talk to us about his daughter's case.

Mr Johnson, hi.

I'm Rose Linden.

Ah, Mr Maloney.

We're the caseworkers in your...

Um,

sorry, may I... I shot this in our garden when Annie was five.

I just want you to... There.

Ronnie Johnson. Hi.

Hi. Hi.

I want you to look at this face and forget everything you think you know

my daughter. I mean, really.

Look at this face.

She is not what they say she is. This girl was and is full of love for the

world and every creature in it.

Well, except police horses.

She has a criminal record for...

Public disturbance.

You see, this is it. This is exactly my point.

She was defending her right to protest against the leader of a military

dictatorship being feted in her own country. At what point? Sorry. And ended

using violence when she wasn't listened to.

There seems to be a pattern here.

Says who?

Oh, the judge, in his summing up. Sorry, at what point?

She has spent her life getting her own way, and when she finally comes across

something that she can't have...

Married man called David Terry. She reacts by stalking him and turning the

on in his house.

Two points.

One, there's no evidence of stalking. She followed him, she says. That's not

stalking. You're joining up the dots the same way the jury did.

Your colleague needs to check her facts.

Secondly, she did have him.

She did have him.

They were lovers.

He says they were. He said he barely knew her, but he did find her to be

delusional, spoilt and needy. And that opinion?

that completely biased opinion, was fed to the court as if it were a fact by the

forensic psychiatrist whose evidence in later cases was discredited.

Yeah, which is why this agency will look at the evidence again. But I have to

say, from what I've read so far, I don't think that the conviction relied that

heavily on the shots.

Talk to her, honey.

An open mind is all I ask.

Her only crime was to love someone too much.

Well, it's no wonder she's offered, Charlie.

What was his point?

That Annie Thurston Johnson was really convicted of being rich, spoiled and

irritating, not of double manslaughter.

That was an embarrassment.

I was supposed to be public servant for you as good as told him you'd already

made your mind up.

be bullied into treating this woman any differently from anybody else. You

already are.

What do we really know about Dr. David Terry?

Just thought he had everything.

Beautiful brainy wife, lovely daughter, lovely home.

It's all gone.

Works for a charity in the East End, though. Now, what does that say to you?

Well, like what?

Guilty conscience.

Do you believe they were lovers?

The riot in my heart and soul?

Wilson Boone could do better than that, Maloney.

Why do I have to revisit this? We have to make sure there's been no miscarriage

of justice.

You have no doubts, then?

She was there.

She had the motive.

Her obsession with me.

How well did you know her?

I didn't.

I met her.

I used to socialize a lot in those days.

We were probably at the same party together. Well, were you or weren't you?

Yes. I met her at a party.

Can

I

introduce myself?

I don't think there's any need for that.

Your wife wasn't with you then?

No.

She... Helen...

It wasn't a party at all.

She was a homemaker.

She didn't like these showbiz parties.

Don't misunderstand the life I used to lead.

Yes, I had a lot of celebrities on my list, but I still did pro bono work,

then.

There were homeless people, for instance, even in Chelsea.

And I worked as a locum in a number of London prisons.

She said you were lovers.

Did you ever write to her? Why would I write to her?

Men seem to find her attractive.

My wife was a beautiful woman, Miss Linden.

And in time, so would my daughter.

I'm sorry.

It must be awful for you.

You have your job to do. She says that the love you gave her was like a riot in

her heart and soul.

And she asked for your help.

Mr. Maloney, he is a damaged human being facing a very bleak future.

And I pity her.

But she killed my family.

Do you understand?

She killed my family.

And the thought that this was done out of love is pretty much unendurable.

Have we finished, please?

Yes, but just for the record, Annie Sorensen Johnson has never said, in

nor to us, that she did it, or that she did it out of love.

She's quite certain in her own mind she didn't do it, and that you were her

devoted lover.

And you believe her?

There's not a scrap of evidence to place her in the house?

Nothing, except the phone call ruled inadmissible by the judge.

What's the phone call?

The one my wife made the night she died, asking me to come and remove Annie

Thornton Johnson from our home.

My phone was switched off.

The jury never heard this.

It was the last call my wife made to me.

He remind you of anybody?

I knew you'd say that.

Women fall in love with older men and remind them of their father.

No, that's just what middle -aged men like to think, Maloney.

You know what happened to you in your adulterous affair, then? She was older

than me, thanks.

She remind you of your mother? Rose, please, stop it.

Now, is there any chance you're going my way in my car?

No, but I can walk you off. Come on.

I'm not interrupting anything more private, am I?

Mr Johnson's daughter tried to kill herself this afternoon, so why don't you

come in and sit down, Rose?

I'm, um... I'm sorry to hear that.

Are you?

Do you have any idea how despised she is in that place?

How lonely.

publicly denied by the man she loves.

And he told me you didn't believe her.

She felt her last chance had gone.

We didn't say that.

You didn't need to.

Well, she's not going to sit around that place for another 13 years, that I can

promise you, if you can't get the truth out of him.

I will.

Mr Johnson.

Maybe you should help her face the reality of her life.

She's still young.

Thirteen years is possible.

People endure things... She means it.

Her mother... died by her own hand.

When Annie was seven.

Annie was there.

I didn't know that, I'm sorry.

No, nobody knows.

It was kept quiet.

Annie never talks about him.

Must have drawn you and Annie very close together.

I was never there, Miss Linden.

I had an international business to head up.

I was hardly aware of Annie's existence till she was 20.

If I should lose her again now...

Slashed her wrists.

Well done.

You were right not to react.

Not our job to clean up the mess people make of each other's lives.

Do you, um... Do you want a drink?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Drink.

The whole world is made of love.

It's how humanity survives.

The world is about reaching out to each other.

No matter how often people leave you, no matter how often you get the door

slammed in your face, it takes courage to reach out again.

But we do.

And that makes us human.

I think you rather misunderstood me this morning.

What do you want?

I want you to start telling the truth.

They tell me she cut her wrists.

Get out of my car. I'm not going to let you get away with it. I'm calling the

police.

I want my daughter back.

What about my daughter? What about my wife? Who'll give me them back?

Your life was a pack of lies.

Your daughter's deranged. She's insane. She should be locked away forever for

what she did.

So it takes you by surprise.

I mean, these are Graham's mates.

You know, blokes who work with him and played squash with him.

Paul Bearers, even.

And five of them.

Five of them.

You know, poor blokes hardly been in the ground three weeks and they're round

here or phoning and sending little...

Text messages to his widow.

Basically, they'd quite like to, you know, shudder.

Anyway, look, thanks very much for the wine. Would you?

Would I what?

You know, like to shag me?

No, no, of course not. God, no.

I mean, I don't know you. Quiet.

I mean, obviously, you're a very, um... But... But, um... But I'm...

I'm so lonely.

Hey.

So, how are

you

doing?

I haven't got one, Wallace. I thought I told you.

Maloney?

What about him? He's gone home, has he?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

He'll be sorting out his stamp album by now.

Please. We'll do it in here. We'll do it in here. No, no.

You go in the bedroom.

No, this is wrong.

This is not right.

You're not thinking straight.

This is not the right thing for you to do.

So, um,

no man, then?

Oh, uh, yeah.

Well, that is... No.

How come?

You?

What, a man?

No.

We're semi -detached. We're... How can I put this?

We were very young when we married.

So she doesn't understand you.

No, unfortunately, she understands me perfectly.

Are you hitting on me, Wallace?

Pardon? I said, are you hitting on me?

Absolutely not, Rose.

I'm sorry.

Pleasant evening.

Oh, Ashley.

You? Early night.

Oh, stop off the net about the door.

All the experts say the same.

When it turns violent, it almost always means there was a sexual relationship of

some kind.

But you said there wasn't any sex.

Well, does it ever occur to you he could be lying?

Could have given her one one night.

Speaking of which, you heard the merry widow last night.

What? Her next door.

Sounded like a block train getting sorted by diner roll.

No, no, I didn't hear that. I thought it was supposed to be a morning. She is.

Have some respect, for God's sake.

It's all right. Keep your hair on. Don't leave half -eaten pizzas around the

place. It stinks.

I don't like living with you. I like living with you.

And if you don't like it, be my guest. Piss off.

I've got to work.

I'll leave this with you.

You might learn something about human nature.

And what will you be doing whilst I'm completing my education?

Doing my best to find out about Dr Terry's life. The prosecution had a free

attacking Annie's reputation. Nothing was said about him or his wife.

I mean, was she the faintly stay -at -homey that she was?

Well, I've heard of clutching at straws. You've just never been interested in

anything but Annie being guilty, have you?

Maloney, a week's half gone. I don't buy any of this. It's time to stop.

Well, why don't you go and talk to her about the call and I'll get the

transcript.

Sorry about the pizza, you're right, I'm a lot to live with.

No, no, no.

No, in fact, I'll be gone when you get home.

Last night, I don't know what it was.

Don't you?

No.

So, um, I'd better get to work.

Yeah, I'd better.

Bye, then.

Yeah, bye.

Joy, it's Maloney.

Hi, Maloney. I need a favour.

Sure, what's the problem?

Can you track me down a telephone transcript?

I don't want to be parted from you.

If that's all right.

Speak to David.

He still denies it. Very convincingly.

He really believes that I did it, doesn't he?

How did you meet?

I met him at the party.

Excuse me.

May I introduce myself?

You really don't need to, Dr. Terry.

You knew him? Knew of him.

I'd seen him at other functions.

We slept together two nights later.

We were just blown away by each other.

Really?

Ah.

Someone's been reading the literature on stalkers.

You think I've imagined a sexual relationship.

You absolutely despise me.

Okay.

So, maybe I was stalking him. Hey, maybe I stalked him without knowing it. I

think most stalkers don't know they're stalkers, Annie.

That's the kind of nature of it.

We've all loved from afar.

I didn't love from afar. I loved him full on, up close.

And I tell you, when he was inside me, it was the best sex I've ever had in my

life.

And I've had a lot, so I don't need to invent any.

David remind you of anybody when you met him?

Like who?

Why don't you tell us you're inside the house?

Inside the house?

Yeah, inside the house.

There's no evidence to say I was inside the house.

Except the phone call.

He shouldn't have told you.

Well, it's fair in love and war, Annie.

The judge agreed it wasn't evidence.

No, but it sounds interesting, though, doesn't it?

It's true, then.

You knocked on the door, even though you knew he wasn't there because his car

was gone.

Why?

To tell her it was over.

To tell her she had her husband back.

Can I take your picture, please? Of course.

It was fine at first.

Daniela and I just got on like mates straight away because she'd seen some

programmes I'd made for the telly.

Can I have your autograph as well, please? Thank you.

Do you want something special? I don't mind, really.

How long have you known David?

Two years.

Odd. He's never mentioned you.

Two years, Mum. Two years.

Duh.

No. Well, he wouldn't, would he?

Such an amazing guy you would have, the best.

Why wouldn't... I think it might be better if you left, Annie.

David might not be coming home tonight. He often doesn't on Mondays.

I know.

I think you should leave now.

Could you just call him and get him to ring me?

No, I think this is quite something else.

Leave a message here for Dr. Terry.

David, you get yourself back here.

I want this person out of here. I want this thing out of my house now.

Mummy! Was you outside the house?

It was you inside the house?

But you didn't come back and turn the gas on. You didn't hate them for having

what you wanted.

I've never hated anybody in my life.

You sure about that?

Annie, I don't want to say anything else hurtful to you.

But I do want to say this.

I can only see one clear thing in this whole mess, and it took Maloney to point

it out to me.

You have developed an obsessive and deluded belief that you have an

intense physical and emotional relationship with a man who reminds you

father. The father you hardly saw after your mother killed herself when you were

13. And a man, incidentally, who is...

Haunting my office.

Because he feels so guilty about you.

Somebody I'd like you to meet.

Mr. Johnson.

I'll leave you alone after this.

I'm gone.

Promise.

What happened to your car?

Freak accident.

Tracy's been here four years.

Before that, she was nanny to Daniela Terry.

Leaving in? Yeah, two years.

So why'd she leave?

Well, it wasn't the bear.

Daniela was a lovely little kid.

It's all right. You won't get into trouble.

Promise.

Couldn't stand them, either of them.

And her, she was wrong in the head.

All she cared about was the way things looked.

The house, you mean? Not the house. The house was spotless anyway.

She had three bloody cleaners. The lady thawed.

And Daniela might as well not have existed. Poor lamb.

I'm sorry. I only cared about the way what looked.

The marriage.

They passed themselves off as a perfect couple. And the truth was, they couldn't

abide each other.

He wouldn't have pissed on her if she caught fire.

Most nights. He'd never even come home.

And that suited her just fine. Because it's the only route if they were both

Dear me, the language.

Were they violent routes?

Used to hit her.

Used to call her a whore.

Are you to say he'd take the ban off her?

Are you all right, Rose?

Why? Do I look all right? Where's Maloney?

He phoned in and asked me to find this transcript and now he's not answering

phone. You mean he hasn't... Sorry.

You mean he hasn't turned in because this... Oh,

my God.

Maggie.

This isn't allowed.

Sing it to me. I'll burn in hell.

No, I mean... This doesn't happen in my life.

Well... Get a new life, then.

I'm going to make us a sandwich.

And then I want you to make love to me again.

Exactly the same as last time.

Yeah, okay.

Thanks.

Good afternoon, Rose.

Melanie, hi!

Think you're hard at work tracking down that transcript?

Listen, pal, you better get your knickers on because... Maloney?

Wallace? We're waiting for you.

Clean recession on the Johnson case, quick as possible.

Oh, shit.

Joyce, get everyone gathered round. I want to get started.

Shit.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry, Mark.

Okay?

Yeah.

Okay, let's move on. So, Annie Sorensen -Johnson.

So, you've had nearly a week now working together as a team. So, what's the

current thinking?

Well... Maloney.

Uh, well...

Sorry.

Is there something you want to say to him?

No.

No.

Just, uh, mind out for the bucket.

Here's the document you asked for. Ah.

Sorry, did she do it, yes or no?

No. This, uh, document proves conclusively that, uh, David Terry was

us. He told us that, uh, Annie was in the house and his wife called him in a

panic. This is a transcript of the call.

What she actually said was, get this person out of here. I don't want this

in my home.

Nowhere does it say the name Annie.

Right. Good. So, are you starting to change your mind?

Not really.

You see, the thing is, Maloney, I saw Annie this morning and she admitted that

she was in the house.

Oh, this is my fault, Wallace. I just forgot to tell him.

You forgot?

See? Sorry, where have you been, Maloney?

Oh, I was following up a lead about David Terry's wife.

Promising?

Ish.

Yeah, we found out that the marriage wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

Really?

Sorry, can... Have you actually been working together?

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Yeah? We saw the nanny, didn't we?

What?

Okay, so what did she have to say?

Ah, well, um... She said he was violent towards her.

Towards the daughter?

No, no, the mother.

He hit her.

Really?

So why wasn't this brought to court?

Well, the defence thought it would be counterproductive to attack the

And... Can I just say...

If this had been left to me, we'd have sent these papers back on day one. The

fact that we're actually starting to get somewhere for Annie Sorensen -Johnson

is... Maloney.

100%. So... Also, well done you, Wallace.

Yep.

Teamwork, then.

Yeah, teamwork, Joyce.

Thanks.

Except for the bit that you forgot to tell him.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I'll be working on those areas where I've let my partner down.

Mr Maloney, you have a visitor.

Hi.

Ah.

I thought you'd be pleased to see me. Well, I am, Maggie.

It's just, you know, this is my place of work.

But you said you didn't want to be parted from me.

Yes.

But, you know... What if I was just to turn up at your school one afternoon?

That'd be great.

Well, it wouldn't really, would it? I mean...

Oh,

no, Maggie.

Rose?

Look, thanks for, um...

Truth is, I don't really have anywhere else to go right now, so

could I... Yes.

What

the

hell have they done to you?

Logoctyl.

Chemical caution.

To keep me safe, Daddy.

Funny old world, isn't it?

Annie, I think it's time you faced some facts about David Terry.

No.

You don't know him.

He's an amazing man.

Full of love.

Sweetheart, he hated his wife.

Don't you dare come telling me these lies.

What do you know about marriage or daughters or...

Telling the truth.

Where were you all my life?

Where were you when my mother died?

I let you down.

I know that.

So did she.

She didn't even say goodbye.

No, she didn't.

When I was little,

I wanted you to explain it to me.

But you never did.

I screwed her life up, didn't I?

What?

She never really wanted me.

Emily, sweetheart.

You never really knew her.

And you never really knew me either.

That's what you're so worried about. isn't it little girl loses her mother is

his father never there he buys her love with gifts she buys his attention

with publicity stunts look at me daddy I'm on the front pages again

finds an older man who rejects her just like her father did

you've never quite believed I didn't kill her

Did you?

Sometimes, I think about those peaceful deaths.

I think of the little girl and her mother dying together.

And I wonder, would that be better for me?

You didn't.

Secret engagement.

Are the rumours true?

We're not here to talk about that.

We're here to talk about keeping our rivers clean.

Annie? Annie, is it true that you've recently found God?

No comment, really.

Annie, have you remained clean since leaving the quarry?

Yes, I have, yes.

She's spent half her life on TV.

Yeah. Now if you deny me a celebrity prisoner, get me out of here.

Can I say something?

Not if it's about our next... She will use you.

And when she's feeling better, she will dump you.

Well, thank you very much, Dr. Linden. How much do I owe you?

Well, let's talk about work, then, because, frankly, finding out that David

Terry is a shit and a liar doesn't really change things for me. Well, it

to make you question the whole case.

Well, OK, let's, for the sake of argument, accept that they were lovers,

didn't kill them, and neither did he, because his alibi's 100%. So what are we

thinking? Was it some random passerby? I mean...

What is this? Morse code for I'm feeling frisky again? Rose?

She's distraught and confused.

Oh, do yourself a favour. Maloney, ignore her.

She needs support. I'm sorry.

This is madness. This is manipulation.

Madness? That's what you see, isn't it, when you see pain?

When you see humanity in distress, you push it away and stick a label on it.

Maybe that's why you're pushing 40 and still on your own, Rose.

I'll see you tomorrow, then.

And where exactly will we be starting?

With the two questions that are so obvious, nobody's bothered to ask them.

Oh. Was the convict who had a penchant for turning on the gas... Do you rather

know? Yes, he was in prison. All the same, let's ask the question.

Did he ever meet Dr Terry in prison?

And if he did, so what? And what happened to him after he served his

for whacking someone with a crowbar?

Wild goose chase, in other words. Well, have you got any better ideas?

Fell down the stairs.

Manny Johnson didn't push you, did he? Why would he do that?

Well, he's a pretty angry man.

Why do you think she chose you to obsess over?

I've wondered about this.

A child who saw her mother die. A father never there.

Perhaps she saw my family as, I don't know, a perfect ideal of what she never

had. Oh, really?

The perfect couple?

So she wasn't stalking you. She was stalking your marriage.

Stalking the perfect family.

You said you worked for the doctor in London prisons.

Was that including one with scrubs?

Yes, I'm... standing in for when they were short, you know, mainly fitting

inmates for the governor. What's fitting?

Pronouncing them fit for the governor and the visitors' board.

Does the name Duke Rothermere mean anything to you, Dr Terry?

Permission to sit down, sir.

My legs feel like they're going to give out. What would worry my ma?

Just hang on a minute, you heinous.

Request you use my legal name, Mr Hawkins. Just calm down and shut up.

What's the matter with your mum anyway?

There's no -one looking after her, sir.

I can't sleep with worry. I can't breathe.

Dr Terry's on the way.

Who? Oh, what, Dr Alexander? Just cool it. Dr Terry's standing in.

Alexander's on holiday.

But I don't know Dr Terry.

Well, you do now.

Stand up straight, Collins.

Sorry. Mother Mia.

Sir. Mother Mia.

How are you feeling today?

Not well, Doctor.

Oh, dear.

I feel like I might be ill if I have to stand in front of the ball today.

Request you don't fit me.

What are the symptoms?

Well, I had diarrhoea all night.

Plus, there's a kind of miasma in the air all around me. I feel very

There's nothing the matter with him, Doctor. He does it every time.

Also, this man has stolen money that I was saving to send my mother for urgent

medical assistance in Switzerland.

Well, you don't have to talk to the government about anything like that.

Ah, yes, it's all right. Thank you, Doctor.

Permission to register a complaint against Dr Terry. Shut up now, all

How would you like to suffer, eh?

How would you like something just to mess up your whole life?

Roll him out.

You want me to put him on a charge, Doctor?

Oh, no, it's fine. Thank you.

When was this?

Three or four years ago. Why?

What was the info?

I'm really... Oh, excuse me.

Oh, God.

Um, I really... Assaulted someone on Arnbauer, I think.

Why? Well, it's probably nothing, but, um... Duke Rothermere was locked away as

a boy for turning on the gas taps in his foster parents' bungalow.

He did it again later for somebody else.

But this is a coincidence, isn't it? It must be a coincidence.

He was in one with Scrubs when your wife and daughter were killed.

Anything unusual happen in his board of visitors?

I don't know. My job ended at the door.

Who wouldn't?

Hello. Yes, but rather me had threatened everybody all of the time.

I was quite fond of him, actually. We'd all stolen his money or spat in his

foot. He was just one of these total pains in the arse.

Anything unusual happen in the hearing?

Not that I can remember.

What was he being charged with?

Oh, yeah.

Absconding, I think.

Yeah. I'm sconding.

First of all, Madam, sir, I'd like to retract my complaint against Mr Hawkins

stealing my money.

It was a case of a mistaken identity, as it was Dr Terry that stole it. He's got

a vendetta against me, being the person that intercepts my letters that my mum

writes to me. We'll deal with that later.

I'm going to read out the charge against you, and then you can state your case

to the Board and the Assistant Governor.

You were out on a home visit and you did not return on the due date three days

later. Is that true?

Yes, sir. And how long were you out for, Mr. Rothermere?

111 days, madam.

I was staying with my mum, who was very poorly.

I don't understand. You mean you stayed quite openly with your mother for 111

days? You mean you should have been completing your sentence? It happens

often, mum.

We tell the police, but that's all we can do.

And didn't the police go looking for you?

Well, not very hard, madam.

In fact, not at all, as far as I know.

Were you working?

Oh, yes. I don't like to be a drain on society, sir.

I was working in the markets, cash in hand, obviously.

And how did you get back in eventually?

Unfortunately, I had a fight with an Indian takeaway gentleman, which I can

explain, madam.

Sir.

Prisoners are recorded as being in prison, but they might in fact be out

the streets. You won't get the Home Office to admit it, but yes, it happens

lot. Jesus Christ.

Mr. Rothermere?

Mr.

Rothermere, hello?

He might not have been in the prison. No, hang on.

If he'd have gone from home before, surely that would have ruled him out

given it again.

Normally.

But his mother was dying.

Maloney, if you find Rothermy, be very careful and call me before you talk to

him. Thank you very much. We need to go.

Hello.

My name's Maloney.

From a thing called the CJRA.

Your door was opened.

Can I ask you about a man called Dr David Terry?

Is that your mother?

When did she die?

It's a bit of a coincidence, isn't it?

Just a few days before Dr. Terry's wife and daughter died.

Why don't we sit down?

We could have a talk.

I... I thought it was empty.

I just wanted someone to listen to me.

I asked him for his help.

I just wanted to get out so I could look after her.

I asked him to show a bit of love in his car.

He didn't have any.

There's no love anywhere in this world.

I left a message on her father's phone. Your caller.

Whatever I'd had.

That's for you to say.

I lied.

I'd heard.

I'd heard.

I know.

Oh, yes?

Since when?

This morning.

When I heard you talk about Annie being there when her mother lay down on a

railway track.

Because according to her father, she never spoke about it to anyone.

Certainly not to somebody that she'd only ever met twice.

But she would, of course, share it with the one man she loved more than anything

in the world.

I've made a terrible mistake.

I am a vain middle -aged man, Miss Linden.

An extraordinarily attractive young woman impressed me at a party.

She rang me to... Two days later, to ask me to dinner.

She was charming and vivacious.

Celebrated.

I didn't think it would do any harm.

Even though you had such a happy and successful marriage.

You know my marriage was a sham.

So you fell in love with Annie?

No.

I slept with her.

For two years.

She imagined we was soulmates.

She knew not more about me, really, than she knew about herself.

Eventually I got bored with her.

Bored with her endless emotional crises.

Refused to see her again. Said I would no longer do anything to jeopardise my

marriage or my family.

Three days later, they were dead.

Did you ever tell Annie that you loved her?

Yes.

And did you ever really love her?

No.

Is that what you told her in the last letter?

The letter that she could never bring herself to show anyone?

Not even to prove her story in court?

I think I'd like to be alone for a while.

I'm going to stay with my folks for a while.

Going to sell a house.

I'm going back to work on Monday morning.

I used you.

I'm sorry.

Will I see you again?

Sooner or later you have to give up the fantasy.

Let the real world back in.

Taxi.

Do you want to have it? No.

Is she, uh... Yeah.

As predicted.

I'm so sorry, Maloney.

Do you mind if... Oh, no, no, no, you go ahead.

I'll take you home.

You forget how big the sky is.