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I just wonder if there could be someone out there.

-You seek a soulmate? -Uh-oh.

Jane: She just has so much to deal with,

what with the separation and the house move.

I'm basically running the whole show now.

Tell that penny-pinching husband of yours

that I'll need to release some funds.

It's just basic bookkeeping. Just get on with it.

This isn't what I signed up for, Janey.

You'd rather my whole life be as dull and as drab as you are.

-It's just never-ending drama. -I hate you!

Aleksandra: Luis Castillo.

Tall, dark and very charming.

Jane: Lovely suit.

Luis has a trip to the Greek islands.

I was just saying this morning

Sarah always says I work too hard.

You said you wanted to show me the islands.

You wanted me to meet your friends, because we're a couple.

That is what couples do.

But it's not working for me anymore.

This has to stop, d'you hear?

Claudia: Jane, could I have a word?

Jane: What is it?

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

I'm terribly sorry.

Jane: She didn't even do it in person.

After everything we've been through.

What's wrong with me, Mum? I'm so tired of it all.

Tommy: Here you are with two pink drinks

and no one to talk to.

Madame Vasso: This man will bring great passion

into your life.

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

Tommy: I would like the police to come and split us up.

To stop us from hurting each other.

DCI Douglas: The woman can't've just disappeared.

Radio Newsreader: But as time passes, speculation is growing.

Could Jane Andrews have killed the man she loved?

So, uh, what did she buy?

Two boxes of painkillers and a pack of lacy thongs.

Apparently, she tried to buy more tablets,

but they wouldn't sell them to her.

You think we could be looking at a murder-suicide?

DCI Douglas: Except why would you bother buying sexy lingerie

if you're planning on topping yourself?

Maybe she wanted clean underwear?

Anyway, the mobile company got a hit on her phone soon after.

She was just outside Southampton, headed west.

And there's been no further contact with the ex-husband?

None. But apparently signal around there is pretty patchy.

Did the, uh, SOCOs find her passport?

His was in the office, but there's no sign of hers.

Right, we need to issue an "all ports" warning.

If we let her leave the country, then it's game over.

I know, sir. But I don't think she will.

All I know is we're three days into a national manhunt,

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

She walked straight into a supermarket.

Didn't even hide her face.

If she's taking risks,

maybe she intends to be dead

before we can get to her.

Well, she'd better bloody not be.

Tommy: Crikey!

A domestic goddess in every sense.

You are a bloody marvel.

Well, I think we're almost there.

I've put out the wine glasses --

they just need to go on the table.

-Red and white? -Of course.

Because if a thing's worth doing...

Jane:...it's worth doing right.

Sarah: That's very kind. It's wonderful to be here.

Alright, come on then, you! Let's get some music on.

They should be here any minute.

Sarah: Thank you. I'm so glad.

Host: So let's start with young Sarah.

That happy, confident girl

the whole world fell in love with.

But that wasn't the whole story, was it?

Sarah: Yes, well, as we were saying,

I worked so terribly hard to make everyone else happy.

It's that common thing when parents split.

The child just feels, well...

You want desperately to make things alright.

And I was so desperate...

...for approval, for love.

But I never felt that I deserved it.

Tommy: Jane?

-Sarah: And then, out of the blue,

this handsome, gorgeous man appeared.

-Host: And not just a man... -Tommy: Janey?

-Host: ...a prince? -Sarah: Yes.

-Darling, they're here. -Sarah: Yes, exactly.

I literally met my Prince Charming.

I fell in love and I married him.

Host: So now you're living the fairy tale?

That's right. At first I was.

But then reality comes...

-That's so good. -Jane: Yes.

Yeah, absolutely.

Right.

-Time for a toast, I think. -Guest: Ooh.

-Janey. -Aw.

Tommy: For creating this magnificent feast.

-Hear, hear. -Francesca: Well done, darling.

-Duncan: Janey. -All: To Janey.

Francesca: Cheers. Cheers, darling.

Tommy: Despite my woefully ill-equipped kitchen.

-Well, we'll soon change that. -Leo: Uh-oh, Tommy.

First, it's the kitchen.

Next, she'll be throwing out your boy's toys

and buying bloody potpourri.

Please, God, she'll make him lose the trophy display.

Oi!

And those shirtless boat pictures.

-Tommy: Oh. -Oh, I don't know.

I rather like the pictures.

-Oh, I know you do. -And those short shorts.

-Oh, I've never seen these. -Alright.

I'm not just a piece of meat, you know.

Yes, you are, mate.

No, I am. Yes, no I am, you're right.

Duncan: Okay.

Leo: Alright, well, um, if we are making toasts,

I actually have a bit of an announcement.

Um, to my utter amazement and deep joy,

this gorgeous creature to my left

has finally agreed to marry me.

Josh: Oh, that's fantastic news, congratulations!

Francesca: Congratulations, you two.

Yes, congratulations. That's wonderful.

-Thank you. -Glasses down, everybody.

-This calls for champagne. -It was always you.

It was always you.

Did you see? I just perked up immediately.

Francesca: On my 15th drink, but you know.

Duncan: Are you sure about this, though, Mills?

-He's the one? -He wore me down somehow.

-Francesca: That helped. -Josh: That helps.

Francesca: Yeah, it does help.

Duncan: Diamonds help. That'll do it.

-Can I see? -Oh, yeah.

Oh, wow!

Excellent clarity.

That's a very good setting for that cut.

Camilla: Oh, yes.

You work in a jewellers, don't you?

Ah, well, I do at the moment, yes,

but I learnt about diamonds

when I was with the Royal family.

Janey was the Duchess of York's personal assistant.

Yes, but she doesn't like to mention it.

-It really is a lovely ring. -Camilla: Thank you.

Josh: It's gorgeous.

Leo: I'm glad you liked it. It cost a bit.

Oh, no. Stop it. Don't be beastly.

Francesca: Come on. So, when's the wedding?

-Probably in the spring. -Well, hang on.

I'd better get a wriggle on with, er,

planning the stag, Duncan?

-Yes. -Oh, I'm not sure about that--

What d'you mean, you're "not so sure"?

Absolute rubbish.

We're having a stag do, end of story, thank you.

Surely that's the whole point of getting married?

Well, maybe not the whole point.

You two planning a stag? You're joking.

I'm best man. I'm in charge

Anyway, stems, everybody...

-To the happy couple. -Francesca: To the happy couple.

-All: Cheers. -Congratulations.

Remember, um, Mickey's stag? In "Bar- the -lona"?

I remember that stripper took a shine to Tommy.

Tommy: She -- she was a lovely young lady.

And we had a very interesting conversation about football.

-Football? -Tommy: Football.

That's what you were talking about?

Leo: Oh, I missed that.

Um, what's this?

Well, you know our Tommy.

Can't say no to a pretty face.

Well, unless they're tryin' to tie him down.

-Okay, that's enough of that. -And then he runs for the hills.

-Camilla: Leo. -Well, at least he used to.

Well, I wish I knew some of this before you asked me to move in.

Don't pay any attention.

How's the wrist, by the way?

Duncan.

It's much better. Thank you.

-Good. -Tommy: More champagne?

She was determined to get her feet under the table.

The wrist thing just gave her an excuse.

Leo: I think she was just strapped for cash

and needed to rent out her flat.

Janey said they'd been dancing and then she fell.

I didn't buy it.

And eventually...

...she told me that he'd pushed her

over the open door of the dishwasher.

She tripped. Or she did it on purpose.

Either way, she got what she wanted.

Duncan obviously got it from somewhere.

Jesus Christ. Give it a rest, will you?

No, it's just lovely to know that's how you talk about me

with all of your friends.

Don't be ridiculous.

Jane: The way that he said, "How's your wrist?"

was so fucking snide.

I could have punched him!

Tommy: Dunc was just winding you up

and you have over-reacted, as usual.

So what, I'm supposed to just sit there

and take it then, am I?

Darling, there's nothing to "take".

You're just being too bloody sensitive, Janey.

Look, Dunc was just being Dunc.

Oh, yeah, good old Dunc.

If you love him so much, why don't you just go

and live with Dunc instead?

Tommy: Honey, I would, but his feet stink.

And besides, I've heard he's shit in bed.

Also, there is this...

...sexy little minx that I've had my eye on.

-Oh, yeah? -Mm.

Sure there's not some stripper you'd rather be screwing?

No.

There's only one woman I want to screw.

If I can get her to stop talking for five minutes.

Five minutes hardly seems worth it.

Trust me, lady.

It'll be worth it.

So you're sure you don't want me to go?

No-one's going anywhere.

Glad to hear it.

'Cause if you left me, Tommy,

I don't know what I would do.

Stop.

Put them on first, yeah?

-Yeah? -Yeah.

You know how much I like it.

Yep, I know, Mum, but Leo wanted somewhere more central

for his stag do, so we chose Berlin.

I know. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I love you, too.

Okay, alright. Bye, Mum. Bye.

Can't believe you're leaving me for a whole weekend.

I know.

But think just how good it'll will be when I get back.

You should make the most of it.

Call up one of your girlfriends, go out on the town.

Maybe I'll meet a nice young man.

You'd better bloody not.

There it is.

Call me when you get to Berlin, yeah?

Of course.

-That'll be Dunc. -You won't forget?

I won't forget.

Tommy: Alright, chaps!

Duncan: There he is. Got the hat?

...having trouble getting people to pay attention.

But that means--

What did they say about Princess Diana's dress?

"Oh, doesn't it look crumpled?"

But they didn't say that about yours.

Because you've got such nice, broad shoulders,

the strapless looks wonderful.

Yeah, and all the work you've put into them, Angelie.

That's right. Paying off on your wedding day.

Contrary to popular belief,

strapless dresses really do suit most people.

They show off shoulders beautifully.

And if you've got a small bust, they're dead easy to wear.

If you want to wear one and you've got a big bust,

well just make jolly sure that the underwear you wear

is the right kind of underwear.

You don't want this sort of hanging out--

Tommy: Hi, you've reached Tommy's phone.

Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

Hey, it's me.

Assuming you've safely arrived in Deutschland.

Give me a call when you can, yeah?

Miss you already.

Jane: Hi, Tommy. It's me again.

So...still no word.

For all I know, you could be dead in a ditch somewhere.

So if you could just call me back,

it would be good to know that you're still alive.

No!

So you need to get out of the fucking strip club

and call me back.

I'm not joking, Tommy.

You need to call me back. Immediately.

Do you hear me?!

You can't just fucking ignore me, Tommy.

It's not fucking funny! You fucking bastard!

Duncan: Hi, it's Duncan. You know what to do.

Duncan, it's Jane.

Look, um, I'd really appreciate it

if you could please tell Tommy to tear himself away

from all the naked bloody tits and call me.

Okay?

Leo: This is Leo. Sorry I can't take your call at the moment,

but please leave a message.

Leo, Jane again.

If you're with Tommy, which I'm sure you are,

I need you to tell him to pick up the phone and call me.

This has gone beyond a joke. Do you understand?

She was desperately hurt. It was a real betrayal.

If anything, the thing about "old slippers."

Well, it was a compliment.

He just meant that he was very comfortable with her.

Janey described some of the things that he'd written,

and I certainly wouldn't have been happy either.

Served her right.

She shouldn't have gone poking about.

Tommy: Hello? Jane?

Look, it's not what you think.

I didn't actually do anything, Jane.

It's just a stupid bit of fun.

I read the emails.

Yeah, okay. They sounded bad, but...

...it wasn't real.

It was just fantasy. Just...

...harmless fetishes.

Who is she?

She's no-one. She's...

She's just a woman that I met at a trade show, that's...

God.

Jane...

Nothing actually happened.

It's not like I slept with her.

We just sent a couple of emails.

You don't love me at all, do you?

Jane, that's not true.

You've never loved me.

Oh, God, I wish I was dead.

Tommy: Jane, please don't say that.

You mustn't say things like that, okay?

-I'm really, really sorry. -Why shouldn't I?

If you don't love me, I'd rather be dead.

Tommy: Ja- Jane, look...

I am really sorry.

We're good. I promise, I promise.

I can see this is very distressing.

He said it didn't mean anything.

It was just a stupid flirtation

and I was the one that was overreacting.

I don't know, maybe I am.

It's not like he actually slept with her.

We've talked about how people can try to...

...minimise your feelings

so they don't have to deal with them.

Your parents, for example.

Right.

Simon: I remember you said there were certain things

that happened in your childhood...

...that they didn't want to know about.

Yeah.

It was all just swept under the carpet.

Simon: Do you feel that's what's happening here?

I don't know.

Maybe...

It's just my whole life revolves around him.

Forget about what I want, what I need.

It's always about Tommy.

If I just knew for sure where we were headed,

then, I...I could relax.

Could you tell him you feel this way?

What's the point? He wouldn't understand.

But if you want to establish clearer boundaries,

he needs to know what behaviour you find unacceptable.

I can't carry on like this, Tommy.

You hurt me so much.

And the truth is...

...it sent me to...

a very dark...place.

And it's a place that I have been in before.

What d'you mean?

I know you thought I was just making threats.

But the fact is, I, um...

I have tried to kill myself in the past.

God.

Jane: I don't want to go into details.

But it's happened more than once,

and I can't be with someone

who might push me into feeling like that again.

No.

Of course not, um...

...I'm so sorry.

So if you would...

...rather be with this woman in Las Vegas --

No. No, no. That was never the thi--

Or you've decided that you'd never want to settle down.

That's... No, I... Look, I...

I definitely think about...

marriage and... and kids and all of those things.

Okay.

I just...

need to know that we're heading in the same direction.

It's not that I'm...

...expecting you to propose tomorrow,

maybe six months down the line.

Yeah.

I just need to know that you're not using me.

I wouldn't do that.

I wouldn't. Okay?

Don't ever hurt me again, Tommy.

I really couldn't bear it.

She started texting a couple of hours ago.

It's been nonstop ever since.

My inbox is practically full,

but I didn't think I should delete anything.

She's obviously in a terrible state.

Francesca, we have CCTV footage

that shows Jane buying quite a lot of painkillers.

So, as you can imagine,

we're extremely concerned for her well-being.

We need you to talk to her.

Try and get her to tell you exactly where she is.

You think you could do that?

I can try.

Right then... another one for the Majesty.

Happy Birthday to the Queen Mother.

Camilla: To the Queen Mother!

Duncan: Bless the old dear.

Jane: Happy birthday!

Oh, my God, Tommy.

-Oh, Jesus. -Jane: Shall we?

Yes, indeed. Duncan, do me a favour, old boy.

-Duncan: Anything for you, Tom. -Thank you.

♪ Sometimes I feel I've got to run away ♪

♪ I've got to get away from the pain ♪

♪ You drive into the heart of me ♪

♪ The love we share seems to go nowhere ♪

-Get a room! -Come on now, you two.

Francesca: Janey.

Janey!

Things seem to be going much better between the two of you.

Yes. Things are wonderful.

In fact, last weekend

we were looking at properties in the Cotswolds.

Wow. That's exciting.

He even registered us as Mr. and Mrs. Cressman

at the estate agents.

Did he?

Well, that's what the chap had on his papers,

but Tommy and I just went along with it.

It was very funny.

Between you and I,

he's been having lots of secret chats with his mum.

And I think he may be planning to propose

when we're in France at his family's villa.

Gosh, really?

Janey, don't look now,

but isn't that your old chap, Luis?

Just behind Tommy?

Tommy: Yes, I fell asleep on the boat, sunbathed.

Duncan: Bet you did a good job of that.

It is a Classic Riva, and she is an absolute stunner.

Tommy really knows his boats.

My brother's been looking at a Riva Olympic.

-Tommy: Oh, wow. -Tommy?

Oh, that's cool. What kind of condition?

-Good, I think-- -Jane: Tommy?

Sorry.

Um, how far is the villa from Saint-Tropez?

Ah, I don't know. A couple of hours.

So Max should get Tommy to take a look at it --

I'm thinking we should drive there one day in the boat.

You -- you don't drive a boat, woman.

-Jesus. -Oh, pardon me.

Sorry, stupid Janey gets it wrong again.

No, no, look. That's not what I meant.

You should give her a good telling off.

Don't be silly.

Tommy rather likes naughty girls.

-That and a bit of dressing up. -For God's sake.

If it's thigh-high and leather, all the better.

Look -- look just... Please ignore her.

-You're drunk. -I'm not.

-You are.

You're making a fool of yourself.

Janey...

why d'you always have to go too far?

Look just gimme, gimme that--

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

Bad luck for you then, isn't it?

-I think we should go home. -I don't want to go home.

Okay, fine. Do what you want.

Stay.

I'll just jump in the river, shall I?

Tommy: Yes.

That'll solve all your problems won't it, Tommy?

Francesca: No, no, hold on, Tommy. What's going on?

Stick her in a cab when she falls over.

Tommy?

He could be quite curt with her.

And a bit cruel.

She was a clingy, bloody nightmare.

I kept telling him he needed to cut her loose.

Tommy: Hi, you've reached Tommy's phone.

Okay.

-Tommy: Leave a message. -Great. Well, that's fine.

Don't pick up.

Hi, Tom. It's Jane.

It is quarter to one in the morning,

and there are no fucking buses.

Yeah, I'm fucking pissed off.

But like you give a fucking toss if I was

walking the streets at one in the morning

or not though, is it?

No, it's fucking boring, fucking tosser,

loony bin Jane...

...who goes out once in a bloody blue moon.

'Cause you don't fucking want to go out with me.

Okay. Goodbye.

Un-fucking believable.

Selfish fucking prick.

Tommy, I'm so sorry.

That's what you always say.

I thought we were doing better.

We are.

But when you act like this in front of my friends, they...

They don't understand why I don't just end it.

Because they don't know us.

You said it yourself. We're good together.

But Jane, these problems, they -- they...

They're not just gonna go away.

No, I know.

Every time we argue, it's like you...

You talk about jumping in the bloody river or taking pills.

It's just not fair.

I know it's not.

I get so scared,

and I know it's stupid and it's selfish

and it's too much pressure on you.

I've...

...I've been a total bitch.

It's not like I'm so great. It's...

Just, things need to be equal.

They will be.

I promise.

I'm sorting myself out. I really am.

And from now on, things will be different, I swear.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Because I really don't want us to go to France and have some--

No!

This holiday is exactly what we need.

We'll make a whole fresh start.

New Janey. I promise.

Okay.

DCI Douglas: Okay, you ready?

She's dialling now.

Jane: Franny.

Janey, I've been so worried, sweetheart.

Are you alright?

Jane: I'm cold.

Keep her talking.

Where are you?

Are you in the car?

Janey, can you still hear me?

It's dark. I can't see.

I'm so cold, I can't feel my legs.

Oh, Janey, darling, have you taken something?

Please, will you tell us what you've taken?

Oh, God, okay. Listen, just, um,

press on the horn, darling, okay?

Because you need to try and get someone's attention.

Janey, you don't wanna do this.

Please, will you let us help you?

♪ Froide comme glace mais tout aussi sucre ♪

♪ Seches tes pleurs Sunday Girl ♪

♪ Hey, je vous r'connais avec une autre fille ♪

♪ Il semblait dans un autre monde ♪

♪ Peux-t'cacher, Sunday Girl ♪

God, it's so beautiful here.

There's an observation deck just along the coast.

It's an ideal spot for the sunset.

Very romantic.

We should go up there this evening.

Sounds perfect.

♪ Elle ne peut, s'en tirer au monde ouvrier ♪

♪ Dans deux week-ends elle sortira feter ♪

♪ Quand elle reve, Sunday Girl ♪

♪ Maintenant, moi je sortirer bien se soir ♪

-Oh, you made it. -Tommy: Oh, Mum.

We were starting to worry.

Tommy: Oh no, don't be silly. How are you?

-Barbara: Good. How are you? -Tommy: Very good.

-Barbara: Oh, yes. -Rick: Tommy.

-Tommy: Hello, chap. -Rick: How are you, man?

Fantastic. Oh, David. Look at him.

What a thing!

How are you, chap? How you doing?

-Yeah, good. -Great.

And of course you all remember Janey.

Yes. Of course.

-Hello, dear. -Hi.

-Shall I help you with your bag? -This is the Alfa.

-So this is the new car, Rick? -Oh er, that's okay.

Yeah. She's a beauty, isn't she?

Dad won't let her out of his sight.

-You know he's obsessed. -Rick: I'm not obsessed, boy.

I can't wait to take her out for a spin.

Barbara: We'll see you inside, boys.

Tommy: Oh, yeah, of course, of course.

♪ Qu'on voit danser ♪

♪ Le long des golfes clairs ♪

Oh, I know, it's so romantic.

Tommy drove us up into the hills and... I just had no idea.

Barbara: No, I'm sorry...

Tommy gets the point.

-Tommy: Up, up! -Barbara: Eyes up, eyes up!

Tommy: And again, David. It's still with you.

Well done, chap.

Come on! Let him go!

Alright, Janey?

Rick: Get your head in the game!

Jane: What happened to you?

Tommy: I had an epic game of water polo.

You should've come down.

Well, I was waiting for you to come up.

Tommy: Oh. Oh, well. Dinner's in fifteen minutes.

And Cathy's just got here, so we should probably get down there.

Right...

So shall we drive up there after dinner, then?

Tommy: What's that?

The observation deck?

Oh no, don't be silly. We just got here.

We can go with the others, and anyway,

Mum usually packs a picnic.

Come on.

My sister really wants to meet you.

Come on! Alé, alé!

So -- so Mum was saying you're buying a place in the Cotswolds?

Mm... Well, we're exploring some options.

I thought the second cottage

you went to see looked really quite promising.

Mm. Yeah, me too.

It'd make a lovely family home.

I was just saying to Tommy,

"I can imagine that smallest room as a nursery."

And there's space, yeah? For an annex?

-Tommy: Definitely, yeah. -An annex?

Barbara: I had the agent fax over the plans,

so we'll get a better idea.

Yeah, just don't overstretch yourself.

-In the current climate -- -Was it...

-What? What? -Barbara: Oh, no. Come on.

Tommy knows what he's doing.

He's always had an excellent head for business.

Sorry, so the cottage is for your mother, too?

Well, yeah, I mean... Well, we discussed it.

Darling, I told you about that.

He may have a good head for business, but uh,

his spelling's still atrocious.

Well, that's not fair, is it?

There's a couple of words I have some trouble with, that's all.

-Tommy: It's just, you know-- -What, like "car" and "cover"?

That's so naughty.

So, Jane, do you know this part of France at all?

Er, a little, yes. At least, I know Saint-Tropez.

I stayed there several times with the Duchess.

Barbara: Oh yes, of course.

Jane used to work for the Duchess of York as her dresser.

Golly. That must have been interesting.

David: Did you see her on "Friends"?

- Cathy: Ooh... - "Friends"? What's that?

Oh, "Friends" is a sitcom, Granny.

Yes, old Freebie Fergie. She'll do anything for money.

I don't think that's fair.

Oh! Darling, it's a joke. Come on.

Right, shall we move on to dessert?

-Davis: Yes. -Cathy: Ooh, yes.

Barbara: Come on. Tommy, will you help me with the plates?

Tommy: Yes, of course, Mother.

Hello, darling. Okay?

-Please can we go upstairs? -What?

No. Come on, it's still early.

I'm tired and...

I just don't really feel too good.

Okay, well, have a drink.

That'll cheer you up.

I don't need cheering up.

I need not to be ignored and humiliated

in front of your bloody family.

Why are you being like this?

Rick: Excuse me.

Please can we just go upstairs?

You just can't help yourself, can you?

You just had to make a scene.

I'm not making a scene. I'm just upset--

You're always upset.

I'm sick to death of it.

If you want to go...

...just go.

Tommy: Where the hell are you?

Like you care.

I could drive off the road -- you'd probably be happy.

Tommy: Don't you bloody dare!

That is my brother's car.

You bring it back. You bring it back now.

Just -- just ignore her.

Really, it's the best way.

Rick: When she came down to go to the airport,

my mother said she had a face like thunder.

She was shouting, screaming,

saying she'd wasted the last two years of her life.

She just wanted to humiliate Tommy.

Janey called from the car.

It sounded like the holiday had been a disaster.

She was going on about what he'd done,

what he hadn't done, how it was definitely over.

That was with Tommy sitting right next to her.

Clearly, things between them had become completely toxic.

This is ridiculous, Tommy.

You can't keep ignoring me. We need to talk about things.

You need to hear what I'm saying.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

-You need to listen to me. -Listen to you?

You didn't shut up the whole fucking way home.

Not to mention that mortifying fucking display at the airport

in front of my mother and poor David.

You...you know, they both think you're insane?

I don't care. You can't keep treating me like this.

And phoning all of our bloody friends,

wailing and -- and bawling,

and airing all of our private business.

It was completely bloody humiliating.

-You think that's humiliating? -Yes, I do!

How do you think I feel?

Finding out you've gone behind my back with some whore,

sending her those foul emails.

I bet people would love to read those, wouldn't they?!

God's sake. Not this again.

Yes, you can't just pretend that I don't exist!

I swear to God, right now I wish you didn't.

If we were married, you wouldn't treat me like this.

But you would rather just keep stringing me along,

as long as Tommy gets what he wants --

You seriously, seriously still talking about marriage?

Oh, good old Janey.

She's good for fucking, but not much else.

Just shut up!

What if your precious mother knew what you were really like?

-You are sick, d'you know that? -Shut up!

Will you shut up?!

Shut your fucking mouth!

Just because it is the truth!

You're the one who's sick.

You're broken.

There is something like deeply, deeply wrong with you,

and I swear to God, Jane, I wish I'd never met you.

You ruined my life, Tommy.

No, you did that all by yourself.

Well then I, uh, may as well end it.

Get one of those knifes and slash my fucking wrists.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Go on, then.

The knives are right there.

Go on.

Take a knife, slash your wrists, be my fucking guest.

D'you know what, I'll do mine too, shall I?

Put us both out of our misery.

Hm?

Tommy: Thank you.

Can you put me through to the police, please?

I'm having a major fight with my other half.

Yeah...

I would like to discuss it calmly.

She will not.

Operator: And can you tell me if anyone's been injured?

-Tommy: Not yet. -Operator: Okay, sir.

Operator: Where's your other half right now?

Right here.

Operator: What are they doing?

Tommy: Staring at me.

Operator: Right. Has anyone actually been assaulted, sir?

Not really.

But someone's going to get hurt.

Operator: Can you confirm your name please, sir?

Tommy: Yes. I'm Thomas Cressman.

Operator: Okay, Mr. Cressman.

What is it you want the police to do?

I would like the police to come and split us up.

I would like someone...

to stop us from hurting each other.

If you don't have somebody here soon...

somebody is.

Jane: I just remember him falling down,

so I ran out of the room.

-Jane? -Jane: And then I panicked.

So I got in my car, and I just drove and drove and drove.

All this talk of premeditated murder.

Judge Nicholas Baron: In killing the man you loved...

you ended his life and ruined your own.

There's going to be things you won't want to hear.

You just tell the truth and it will all come out in the wash.

Stow: You claimed initially you thought

you'd just given him "a scratch,"

But now you say you were so covered in blood

that you assumed he must be dead.

-Not one word of it rings true. -Jane, are you alright?

Jane: I love Tommy. I never meant to hurt him.

Do you find the defendant, Jane Andrews,

guilty or not guilty?