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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.