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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?