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DS Smart: Morning, sir. On the top floor.

DCI Douglas: Thanks.

Uniforms are talking to the neighbours.

It's a pretty bad one.

Mm.

Right. We're going to need to speak to friends and family.

-Sure.

Apparently there's a live-in girlfriend, Jane Andrews.

But nobody's seen her.

Reporter: Britain and the world

will celebrate the wedding

of the Prince and Princess of Wales.

Just after half past 10,

from Clarence House came the glass coach,

and our first chance to see Lady Diana.

Dress half lace. Veil tantalisingly low.

The bride's procession passed under Admirality Arch

towards the roar of the Trafalgar Square crowd.

Reporter 2: And so Lady Diana, in that truly stunning dress,

is well and truly launched on her way to the cathedral.

Reporter 3: And as the British people celebrate

their new princess,

it's like something out of a fairy tale.

Royal Commentator: Sarah Armstrong Jones,

Chief Bridesmaid, has just come out.

A wave from them.

Well, they're going to cheer until they're hoarse.

And they're not going to let them go in

until they have a proper...

-Oh, for God's sake. -Now what's this shit?

-I'm not watching this. -Yeah, turn it over, Jane.

-No. -Yes.

-Jane: No! Don't change it! -Jonathan: Oh! Get off me!

Why would you do that, you stupid little cow?

-That hurt! -Stop!

-Hey! -Enough!

-Mum! -I don't care.

You, do as your mother says, you.

And you, might as well go as well. Go.

I've had enough.

Bloody psycho.

She looks so beautiful.

And so happy.

June: So she should.

She's set for life.

Royal Commentator: And I'm sure every girl in the land

will dream of being a princess today.

♪ I just can't get enough I just can't get enough ♪

Now, this one also comes in white.

But I always think the ivory is ever so elegant.

There you go.

Hmm.

It's nice.

I find lace can scratch a bit, though.

No, feel how soft that is.

And the underwiring is cushioned, see?

Yeah, so it's wonderfully comfortable all through the day.

We've been told Princess Diana

actually has several in this style.

Diana shops here?

Well, not in this branch specifically,

but she's very down-to-earth.

Alright. Go on, then. I'll take the ivory.

Wonderful. If you'd like to come over to the till.

Don't worry, Jane. I'll take the lady over.

Those boxes need unpacking.

If you'd like to come this way with me.

Customer: Thank you.

Bex: Thought you were heading off to London in June?

Actually, we're not leaving until July now.

Bex: And this is still er, you and Timmo?

The one in the band?

That's right.

His cousin lives in Earls Court, so we can crash there for a bit.

So what are you gonna do for money?

Or is Timmo dead rich?

We'll get jobs, of course.

Basically, if I want a career in fashion,

London's where I need to be.

Well, so long as you've got a plan.

♪ We've been broken down ♪

♪ To the lowest turn ♪

♪ We'll just move somewhere else ♪

♪ And still carry on ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ The only way is up, baby ♪

♪ For you and me now ♪

♪ The only way is up, baby... ♪

Oh, that's nice, Janey.

Oh...oh, yeah.

Yeah, keep going. Keep going.

Ugh! Oh. Yeah.

Oh, that's good.

Nice one.

So, did you speak to your cousin?

What's that?

Oh. Careful.

-About us crashing with him? -Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that's not going to happen.

I thought you said he'd be cool with it?

No, no, he needs someone to split the rent up.

Oh, shit, just had these cleaned.

Jane: But wait, I'm already applying for jobs.

I know, but these things take time.

Listen, I gotta get going.

I'll drop you at the bus stop, yeah?

Aren't we getting something to eat?

No, I can't. I'm seeing the lads tonight.

Hey, it's band business, Janey.

Music always comes first, you know that.

-Yeah, right. -Yeah? Alright, good girl.

♪ Never let go ♪

♪ Never let go ♪

♪ Keep on rockin' But never let go ♪

Oi, Andrews! I heard you're flogging women's knickers now.

Thought our jobs smelt like fish.

Guess you didn't make out that London then, did ya?

Snooty bitch.

-She's not changed. -Stupid, fat, ugly.

At least I'm not packing cod like all them braindead morons.

Steady on.

She's just jealous 'cos I'm actually

gonna make something of myself.

Get over yourself, will ya?

You work in Marks and your boyfriend's on benefits.

You're going nowhere.

Timmo, are you in here?

You're not going to believe what Bex has just said.

Timmo: Oh, shit!

You bastard!

Alright, alright, alright. Let's just stay calm.

We're starting a new life together!

Don't get dramatic, Janey --

And you're off shagging some slag from the pub?!

-Oi, fuck off. -You don't even speak to me!

Or what? You're gonna go try top yourself again?

Yeah. He said, "Can't dump the nutter

'cos of what she might do."

Janey. Oh, Jesus Christ.

Janey.

Janey?

Janey!

Dad: Hey.

June: Jane?

Jane?

There's a letter come for you.

You're -- You're not gonna believe this!

June: Jane?

Why would they be writing to you from Buckingham Palace?

-I've...no idea.

-Well, open it. Find out.

"You are invited to attend an interview

for the position of assistant dresser...

for Her Royal Highness the Duchess of York."

-Bloody Nora. -No way.

Janey, I don't believe it.

That's fantastic.

This is what I've been waiting for.

♪ I just can't get enough I just can't get enough ♪

DCI Douglas: Where did they find 'em?

DS Smart: They were on the side in the kitchen.

Well, we've confirmed it's the girlfriend's writing?

As far as we can.

I don't know what you think,

but to me, this reads like a confession.

"I am so sorry. No more hurt inside me anymore."

Yeah, but there's the other stuff about him hurting her.

What, so you're thinking... self-defence?

Actually, I think it reads more like a suicide note.

Could be.

Right now, we've only got the one body.

No forced entry. Weapon of convenience.

I mean, textbook domestic, isn't it?

Right. Let everybody know that as from now,

we're treating Jane Andrews as the prime suspect

in this investigation.

The brother's here.

And the friends of Jane Andrews

and the deceased are on their way in.

They said you want me to, uh, identify him?

We do, yes, sir.

Um, but first, we need to ask you a few questions.

What about Jane?

Have you found her yet?

Well, when I heard that Janey was missing...

I just didn't know what to do.

DCI Douglas: You have no idea where she might have gone?

No. None.

And I've been calling and texting,

but she just isn't answering.

We've been friends for a long time.

It -- it just doesn't make any sense.

David: You, um...

you sure this is a good idea?

June: Of course it is.

But what if it goes badly? You know how she gets.

She'll be fine.

See?

Told you it'd be fine once you hemmed it.

And I've barely worn it.

Don't she look smart?

Very professional.

-You sure you've got everything? -Think so.

Make sure you tell them you got a distinction on your course.

Yes, Mum. I've gotta go.

-Be good. -I will.

Mm.

-Good luck. -Jane: See ya.

Oh!

Don't forget to curtsey.

-David: Bye bye. -Jane: Bye.

June: Bye, Jane!

David: See you, love.

Raquel!

Who does she think she is?

What the hell?

♪ If I'm looking kind of dazzled ♪

♪ I see neon lights ♪

♪ Whenever you walk by ♪

♪ Don't get me wrong ♪

♪ If you say hello and I take a ride ♪

♪ Upon a sea where the mystic moon ♪

♪ Is playing havoc with the tide ♪

♪ Don't get me wrong ♪

Jane?

D'you want to follow me?

Right, shall we make a start?

You've no previous experience in domestic service?

Well...

No.

I've been working in retail since college.

And I assume this course you did,

it involved sewing, caring for clothes and so on?

Oh, yes.

I mean, it was a foundation course,

so my main focus was on design.

But as well as original designs, we learnt about styling,

and putting together outfits, accessories.

I'm very good at planning a wardrobe.

But I'm also good at ironing and mending.

Ah, well, that's certainly what's needed here.

And like my CV says, I'm very organised.

Very good with detail.

And I'm punctual and hard-working.

And I got a distinction on my course.

Have you seen this? I mean, seriously, I can't bloody win.

Oh, hello there.

This is Jane Andrews, ma'am,

for the assistant dresser position.

Your Royal Highness.

Just look at what they've done. I wore that months ago.

But still, I'm the one copying Diana.

Angela: Oh, for heaven's sake.

The whole thing's bloody ridiculous.

They're nothing like each other.

They're not even from the same period.

What's that?

I mean...

Yours is clearly Victorian-inspired, ma'am.

The, uh...

...style is more nautical. Whereas hers has the lace.

Exactly.

Clever girl.

So, have you come far,

Jane Andrews?

Quite far, ma'am.

From somewhere up in the north,

I'm guessing.

-That's right, ma'am. -And why are you leaving?

Did you find it too grim?

Up north?

Not quite, ma'am.

I just think I'd be better suited to a palace.

Hm!

Well, then I think she'd better join us, then, don't you?

You'll find that we're a bit of a mixed bunch.

But we're pretty friendly.

I'm sure you'll settle in in no time.

Alright. Here you go.

Well, I'll leave you to get yourself sorted.

Thanks very much.

The Duchess rises between 7 and 10,

so you need to be ready with the wake-up tea.

Hot water and chamomile,

and don't forget to take the bag out.

Does she take milk?

You don't usually put milk in chamomile tea.

No, of course not.

Place the tea by the bed, open the curtains, and leave.

Do not speak.

As soon as she's awake,

you need to draw the bath,

but hot water only.

She'll put in her own cold.

Fold the robe so she can sit and pull it up around her.

And always, always wash your hands

before you touch the clothes.

This is you.

Right.

You better get started.

♪ Zadok the priest ♪

♪ And Nathan the prophet ♪

♪ And all the people... ♪

Alistair: It's the way she said it.

"Ah've run you a bath, ma'am."

Sally:

Angela: Poor thing is doing her best.

Didn't herself say it made her feel like

she'd been down the pit?

Alistair: I told you, she didn't look suitable.

Angela: Well, the Duchess wants to give her a chance.

But it's not fair on her, though, is it?

I mean, she's obviously out of her depth.

Exactly. I mean, just look at her shoes.

Angela: I think she still may get the hang of things.

I give her a month. Tops.

I mean, where on earth is that accent even from?

Josh: Murderer?

You couldn't be more wrong.

I've known her for years.

Janey doesn't have a violent bone in her body.

Should we be worried? I mean...

Jesus, if she's on the run,

do you think any of the rest of us are in danger?

Well, she must have done it.

Why run if she's not guilty?

- June: Yay. - David: Oh.

Hello. Waltby 54083.

Jane: Hiya, Mum. It's Jane.

Oh, hi, Jane, love.

How are you?

I'm surprised you've got time for phone calls.

I just wanted to say a quick hello.

June: Still.

You don't want them to think

you're slacking, do you?

It's fine, Mum.

June: I was telling your Auntie Kay about --

about the thing with the dressing gown.

Mum, I told you, you mustn't repeat stuff.

June: Well, it's only Kay.

She couldn't believe what you were saying about the shoes.

That you actually had to stretch out

the new ones by wearing them.

Jane: Yeah, can't risk getting blisters on an engagement.

June: Well, that's what I told her.

I don't know.

It's a whole other world, isn't it?

Yes.

It's not really what I thought it would be.

June: Well, it's early days.

And it's like I always say -- nothing worth having comes easy.

No, I know.

I'm just not really sure it's a good fit.

-Don't be daft. -What's up?

I've been telling everyone how well you're doing.

-I know, but-- -June: But nothing.

Look, most of the girls around here,

they're stuck in factories

or having babies to get themselves a house.

You have always been better than that.

I'm just not really feeling good, Mum.

Oh, Jane.

Please don't go starting all that again.

I'm not. I just --

June: You weren't any happier when you were here.

And this job, it's...

It's a chance to start afresh.

You could be a whole new person if you want to be.

-Do you hear me? -Yes, Mum.

June: Good girl.

Male Announcer: Welcome to "Elocution for Beginners."

Chapter One -- The Alphabet.

"A" is for articulation.

"A" is for assurance.

We begin here for elegance and ease.

"A" as in bath,

calm and laughter.

Allow the vowel to lengthen gracefully, without strain.

"Ahh," not "Ah," not "Eeh," but "Ahh."

Repeat after me.

Ask the gardener to pass the path

to the last glass vase.

Excellent.

Now breathe in, shoulders back,

and once again with clarity and poise.

Your bath is ready, ma'am.

Oh, thank you, Jane. You're a star.

Of course, when I first met her, she was this sweet little thing

who'd just landed this super job.

She had this very clear idea of the life that she wanted.

She was determined to have it.

Of course she was ambitious.

Why shouldn't she be?

Sarah: I know it feels impossible.

Darling, believe me, I do.

You just have to tell him how you feel.

Oh, darling, what's the use?

Because nothing will change until you do.

This is what I keep saying.

There comes a point where you just have to

seize the bull by the horns.

Angela: Morning, Jane.

Is that...

The Princess of Wales?

They usually have a girly lunch when she comes to use the pool.

I mean, between you and me, I think she just likes

to get out of that god-awful house.

Of course, the Duchess loves playing agony aunt.

-Really? -Angela: Lord, yes.

She likes nothing better than

advising people about their love lives.

Wait till she starts asking about yours.

Super shoes, by the way. Are they Italian?

-Uh, yes. -Very nice.

Jane, there's a parcel for you downstairs.

Can't they send it up with a footman?

Goodness me, Lady Jane.

There's a reception tonight, so they're busy.

Fine.

Of course, the Duchess had enough

of her own problems to deal with.

People can be so cruel.

Oh.

Oh, it's you, Jane.

I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness.

I didn't see you there.

It's alright.

Here, do you want one?

Uh, no, thank you, ma'am.

I shouldn't either, but hey-ho.

Did you see this?

They're doing polls now, apparently.

"Who would you rather sleep with,

the Duchess of York or a goat?"

-What? -I know. Vile, isn't it?

I'm so sorry, ma'am.

Sarah: It's like the Duke says,

"Once you join the firm, you're fair game."

He tells me I'm too sensitive.

That sounds like my ex, Timmo.

Oh, yes?

He was always saying I was too sensitive.

That I couldn't take a joke.

The trouble is he wasn't very funny.

What did this Timmo do for a living?

Well, he said he was in a band,

but he spent most of his time polishing his car.

-Is that why you dumped him? -No.

That's because I caught him shagging a barmaid.

Ha!

What a shit.

I hope you gave him what for.

Oh, I did, ma'am.

Although she was welcome to him, to be honest.

He was rather underwhelming in the manhood department.

Well, you don't want that.

You know...

You're a lot like me, Jane.

You've got spirit.

Sally: Oh, my God! You lucky cow, Gillian.

Angela: It's absolutely stunning!

Sally: It's gigantic!

Oh, sorry Your Royal Highness.

What's going on?

Gillian finally bagged the Viscount.

About bloody time. That's excellent news.

We'll take her out for champers to celebrate.

Jolly good.

Well, make sure that you put the first round on my card.

That's very kind of you, ma'am.

Oh, and take Jane with you.

You know what they say, best way to get over an ex,

get under someone better.

Gillian: Right, girls. Who's up for wedgies?

Angela: We're going dancing!

We're going dancing!

When I first knew Janey, she was, um...

very much the girl about town.

Always going to lovely parties.

She really mixed in a very sophisticated crowd.

♪ Take on me ♪

Do you want another drink?

Yeah.

♪ In a day or two ♪

Come on, Lady Jane.

-I'm gonna sort you out. -Okay, thank you.

Oh, oh, I'm gonna introduce you. Come with me.

Henry, have you met Jane?

-Hello there. -Hi.

She's from the North, so she knows all about rugby.

Outstanding.

-Thank you. -Ouu.

So, you work, uh -- work with Ange?

I do, yeah.

So does the Queen sign your pay cheques?

-As a matter of fact, she does. -Nice one.

-So tell me, what do you do? -Rory: Henry!

Oh, Rory! Banger!

Wah-hay!

These guys... I'll tell you, Janey.

They're mental.

Come on!

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Someone's abandoned their post.

Looks that way.

I guess we're trapped.

Had a good night?

-Not particularly. -Charles: No, me neither.

I've decided I'm officially too old for nightclubs.

I'm Charles, by the way.

Jane.

Assuming we ever make our escape,

could I -- could I possibly interest you in a nightcap?

-Is he handsome? -Very.

Well done. Come on. Tell me everything.

Well, he is an executive at IBM, which he says is terribly dull,

but he's clearly very high-powered.

-And he's single? -At the moment.

He says he's a self-confessed romantic.

Doesn't see the point of getting involved with someone

unless you think it's going to go somewhere.

Well, that's a good sign.

And he's just so sweet and funny.

-And a good kisser? -Oh, yes.

And everything else.

Is that for tonight?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

We thought it would work well with the black patent courts.

Oh, sounds good.

What's the matter? Don't you like it?

I just... I think it might be a bit old for you, ma'am.

-Maybe it's the cut. -Well, what would you suggest?

Perhaps something more fitted?

More vibrant colour?

There are several other options --

Oh, what about that designer you showed me?

The one in Vogue with the sequins?

Can't we give him a call?

Of course, ma'am, if that's what you'd like.

Oh, better yet, Jane could head down there

and pick something up.

I'd be happy to, ma'am.

Right, then. Here's your chance.

Go and find me something fabulous!

♪ Every time I look into your loving eyes ♪

Josh: Well, she was absolutely in her element.

Dashing here and there, jumping into cabs, saying --

Buckingham Palace, please.

I mean, who wouldn't enjoy it?

♪ One look from you ♪

♪ I drift away ♪

All in here, please. Thank you.

Those over to the mirror.

Boxes over here.

♪ Are here to stay ♪

♪ Anything you want, you got it ♪

♪ Anything you need, you got it ♪

I mean, the shoulders are great. Seeing your shoulders.

♪ You got it ♪

♪ Baaaaaby ♪

Jane: Yes, that works. Try one of the gloves on.

See, I like the gloves.

♪ I begin to understand ♪

The leaves at the front.

♪ Everything about you ♪

That suits perfectly.

Very dramatic. Olé!

Give that back. I need that back.

I definitely need that back.

Just... Let me just try something.

♪ Anything you want, you got it ♪

Oh, yes.

♪ Anything you need, you got it ♪

Woo!

♪ Anything at all, you got it ♪

♪ Baaaaby... ♪

Oh, smashing, ma'am!

Oh, I thank you.

It is rather lovely, isn't it?

It's by a new young designer.

I always think that they just have a...

What are you doing?

Uh, I just thought we might want to shorten the sleeves a touch.

They look alright to me.

They do.

It just always suits you so well when you show off your wrists.

Hm.

You might be right.

You're not out with your chap this evening?

Uh, no. No, not tonight.

Sarah: Everything still dreamy there?

Yes, he just had to work.

Sarah: Well, don't let him get off the boil.

Ma'am?

If I were you, I'd get a ring on that finger

before he loses interest.

Men can be very fickle.

Yes, ma'am.

Announcer: Trading on the stock exchange opened cautiously...

Poached eggs a la mode, madame.

-Thank you, darling. -So what are we watching?

There's a new thing about bankers.

Charles: Urgh. Bit of a busman's holiday.

-Shall I find something else? -Charles: No, no, no.

I realise this shows a lack of imagination,

but I could happily eat poached eggs

every day for the rest of my life.

I think I could, too.

If it was with you.

Really?

What, you wouldn't find it too dull?

We might need to scramble them on occasion, but in principle...

Alright, then.

It's agreed.

June: Your Auntie Kay's been such a tizzy.

I kept telling her the Duchess won't actually be coming.

Well, she did want to.

It's just not palace protocol.

Wait till you see the presents she got me though, Mum.

The most beautiful cut glass bowl.

It's the same design as the glassware

they use at the palace.

Well, she obviously thinks very highly of you.

Just like a princess.

Our princess.

-You happy, love? -Yeah.

And of course, she was terribly young when she got married.

She was only just starting out in her career.

Jane: Aleksandra.

-Good Lord, we've been overrun. -I know.

There must be 20 who didn't RSVP?

Are we still alright for brochures?

-I kept a box in reserve. -Oh, aren't you clever?

Right. Better see if our auctioneer has found his gavel.

Jane. Don't look now.

Don't look now. That's her new friend.

The American.

But I thought Prince Andrew was coming tonight.

Cancelled at the last minute.

So she's lined up a replacement.

Oh, she's playing with fire, and she knows it.

She might as well put up a sign.

I very much fear that has divorce written all over it.

Well, better start polishing up our CVs.

When a household splits, it tends to be last in...

...first out.

He says he's going to earn enough money

so that he can marry me.

I mean, can you imagine?

I keep telling him I don't give a damn about all that.

I'd throw it all over in a minute.

Oh, and while I remember, I want that pencil skirt for Tuesday.

The black denim one.

He says it makes my arse look magnificent.

Right, ma'am.

Ah. So, yah.

I'll wear it when he takes me to lunch on Tuesday.

-You're going out for lunch? -Sarah: Oh, why shouldn't we?

We're just two good friends sharing a meal.

Nothing to see here.

Isn't it a bit of a risk?

Oh, for God's sake, Jane.

I thought you of all people would understand.

You know what it's been like!

I'd been beaten down till I felt completely dead inside!

And now I -- now I feel alive.

Wonderfully, gloriously alive.

And believe me, that's worth any risk.

Because a life without passion?

Well, that's no life at all.

Hey.

How was the party?

It's like she doesn't care who sees them.

Well, would it be the end of the world?

What do you mean?

Well, say she did leave Andrew for this American chap.

You could always do something else.

What are you talking about?

I'm just saying you could find something

a bit less all-consuming.

-It's only a job, after all. -Only a job?

Hmm.

It's not only a job. She relies on me.

I am the only one looking out for her.

And she understands me. We're friends.

Without her, I have no one!

-What am I, chopped liver? -Oh, for fuck's sake, Charles.

-You know what I mean! -Charles: Alright, alright.

Alright, old girl. No need to get upset.

I just meant we could have a bit more of an ordinary life.

I don't want an ordinary life!

You have to remember, she'd come from nothing,

and she'd made a lovely life for herself.

Janey took enormous pride in her job.

She was very good at it.

Totally loyal. Very discreet.

I think she spent so much time with the bloody royals,

she started to think she was one of them.

Aleksandra: Her devotion to the Duchess

was really quite extreme.

She practically worshipped the ground she walked on.

Frankly, I found it a bit much.

Sarah: Yes, thank you.

Ma'am?

Sarah: Her Majesty knew everything

about the American and me.

Where we met, what we...

She says I'm to cease all contact immediately

before I "bring disgrace on the family."

What are you going to do, ma'am?

The truth is...

I don't know how much longer I can do this.

It feels like...

...death.

But to make that change, to...

throw everything over and strike out on my own,

I just don't know that I have the strength.

You are the strongest person I know, ma'am.

You realise it'll mean leaving everything behind.

The minute I say the word,

I'll be out on my ear, persona non grata.

I mean, I'll have my girlies,

and they'll still be protected, but...

The rest...

I'll have to let everyone go.

It'll just be you and me, Jane.

Assuming...

...you'll stand by me?

Always, ma'am.

You're late back.

-Are you hungry? -Not really, no.

Shall I just get something for myself, then?

Do whatever you want.

Sarah and I have an early start.

Of course, if you're trying to reach Jane,

you do know who you should talk to.

Sarah: Come.

We, uh, appreciate you giving up your time like this, ma'am.

Not at all. The least I can do.

Although I honestly have to say, I can't believe it.

Jane.

She was always so...

Well, it's the last thing I would have expected.

No, I'm sure, ma'am.

Anyway, uh, this shouldn't take long.

Oh, right.

What exactly do you want me to do?

Jane?

It's Sarah, the Duchess of York.

The police need to talk to you, so...

...if you get this message...

Please.

You must come forward and help them.

I know you must be afraid.

But it's really the only thing you can do.

Oh, Jane.

We've been through so much together, you and I.

However did it come to this?

We're three days into a national manhunt,

and we're still no closer to bringing her in.

TV Anchor: And the big question right now is,

where in the world is Jane Andrews?

Sarah: So, the plan is, we leave on Friday for Germany,

and I shall follow in Victoria's footsteps.

Testing times call for bold actions.

Jane: Wonder if there could be someone out there.

Someone who really is my perfect match.

-Uh-oh. -A man of many talents.

Well, how do you do?

This type of stress really isn't good for you.

Madame Vasso: This man brings great passion.

But once you meet him, there'll be no going back.

You beauty!

Tommy: From now on, Jane Andrews,

I'm sticking with you.

I think you'd better.

I hate you!

I was saying to Luis this morning,

Sarah always says I work too hard.

I haven't had a day off in nearly two years.

It's not like I'm being unreasonable, is it?

Tommy: Alright, Janey?

Sarah: Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go.

What's wrong with me, Mum? Why can't I ever just be happy?

Boring, loony bin Jane!

Why'd you always have to go too far?

-Ow, you're hurting me. -Oh, you'll survive.

I have tried to kill myself in the past.

Janey, I've been so worried, sweetheart, are you alright?

Sarah: I literally met my Prince Charming.

And I married him.

-Jane: You are sick! -Will you shut up!?

No, no, but we're happy.

You never loved me.

God. I wish I was dead.

Tommy: I would like the police to stop us

from hurting each other.

Jane: I didn't know he was dead.

Premeditated murder simply didn't ring true.

I never meant to hurt him.

As to the identity of the killer,

Jane Andrews wielded the bat...

and held the knife.

Jane: If you left me, I don't know what I would do.