Original subtitles

MUSIC: Sparrow And The Wolf by James Vincent McMorrow

DOOR RATTLES Let me out!

All right!

Let me out! Mr Franklin?

Ah! BANGING CONTINUES

Come on! Third time this week I've had to call the police.

Come on. This town's being taken over by yobs.

Um... He's been keeping me hostage.

I found him there asleep,

surrounded by all the food he's pilfered.

What, three stale custard creams?

Follow me.

Um, yeah.

What's your name?

Adam Walsh.

What were you doing in that man's shed?

I came to stay with a mate last night, but we fell out.

Just needed to get my head down,

but then I woke up, and that old crank had locked me in.

Am I going to get done or what?

I don't think they hand out CUSTARD-ial sentences

for stealing biscuits.

CUSTARD-ial...

..as in custard creams.

Forget it.

Where do you live? Exeter.

OK, straight on the train, go on home.

Don't want to see you round here again.

I just want to get home, have a shower and some food.

I'm starving.

Oh!

Mum's cheese and home-made pickle sandwiches.

Take it for the journey, if you like.

Oh, cheers. OK.

Go on.

Oi! Is that it?

You won't be having any more trouble from him,

Mr Franklin.

I'll hold you personally responsible if I do.

Just so you know, Mr Franklin,

false imprisonment is also a criminal offence.

Unbelievable.

MARTHA: Aww, Humphrey and I appreciate that.

Thanks. Bye.

That was Hannah... Oh.

..checking on us after our meeting the other day.

Pausing fostering still feels like the right thing to do.

Yeah, it's probably for the best,

especially now we're back living with your mum.

Exactly.

Green or blue? What do you think?

Well, it's a bit formal for a Tuesday morning.

The WI ladies are taking me out tomorrow evening.

Again? Oh, between us,

they've become slightly suffocating

since I've become councillor.

ANNE CHUCKLES

Hmm?

Uh, they're both nice.

Uh, the green one, then.

You're just saying that to shut me up.

Humphrey? Green, to match your eyes.

My eyes are brown.

So they are.

PHONE RINGS

Sorry.

Hello.

Right. On my way.

Saved by the bell.

Hiding from the paparazzi?

Pardon?

Well, don't get me wrong. They're very stylish.

Not a criticism.

Is it an image revamp? No.

It's a tension headache

from a cricked neck and no sleep,

but thanks for the compliment.

Ah!

Ah, Rosewood Cottage, where are you?

Are you the police?

Hello?

Mrs Harris?

I've been hiding in case they came back.

Right.

Oh, darling, I am so sorry. I was with a client.

My phone was off.

Um...

Clive Harris. I'm June's husband.

Yeah, DI Goodman. This is DS Williams.

I'm sorry we weren't here earlier too.

It's slightly tricky to find.

We are tucked away here.

It was much easier to find when the woodwork was pink,

albeit slightly garish.

Uh, shall we go inside, Mrs Harris?

Look at it. They've wrecked the place.

Sorry, Mrs Harris,

what exactly did you notice was wrong?

The whole place was upside down.

They'd turned the drawers out.

This chair was on its side.

It was all a mess.

How are you so good at it?

At what?

Adulting.

I mean, you make it look so easy,

doing ten different things at once

and you're not even stressed.

I'm just good at hiding it.

Besides, stress isn't always a bad thing.

We wouldn't get what we wanted without it.

But what if you don't know what you want?

Like, I really like what I do here, but I'm...

..I'm just worried

that it's not what I want to do long term.

I should hope not.

I don't want to see you go, Zoe,

but you've got a whole life to live.

Doing what, though?

MARTHA SIGHS You're 18. You've got bags of time.

Takes six years to train to be a vet.

Do you want to be a vet? No, I'm just making a point.

How did you decide?

I didn't. I went travelling.

Thailand, Vietnam, Malaysia and the Caribbean.

That must have been incredible.

It was the best thing I could have done.

I went alone and it taught me more than any course ever did.

Really? Weren't you frightened?

Sometimes, but that's life, isn't it?

My advice is to have all the experiences you can,

good and bad.

Take risks.

Choose adventure, Zoe.

MACHINE WHIRS

Bingo!

I know what I saw.

You're sure there's nothing missing?

I've checked.

Everything appears to be where it should.

"Understanding Attachment Disorders by Dr Clive Harris."

I'm a clinical psychologist.

And a published one at that.

Hmm. I'm sorry.

What happens now?

Without any evidence of a break-in, then I'm afraid

there's nothing much we can do.

I am not mad!

No-one's suggesting that, Mrs Harris.

You don't need to. Clive is diagnosing me as we speak.

June, that's not true.

Yeah, I... Thank you both for your time.

I'm sorry if I've wasted it.

Of course not. You're very welcome.

Uh, nothing to...

DOOR SLAMS ..apologise for.

Have there been any causes for concern with June recently,

psychologically?

Nothing. I'm as perplexed as you are.

Yes, well, you know where we are.

Yes. Sergeant.

Thank you. Thank you.

Might be the start of something to do with her mental health.

Yes.

Oh, there's a "but" coming.

I believe her.

You think someone trashed the place,

then immediately put everything back

exactly as it was?

Not exactly as it was.

Dr Harris's book was upside down.

That's odd, don't you think?

When the rest of the shelves were so neat?

A profile here on the eminent Dr Clive Harris

in The Times last month.

"I became a psychologist because I care."

Oh, the burglary on Millstone Lane.

I'd give my right arm for a burglary at the minute.

Honestly, if I get one more call-out

about kids doing wheelies in the high street

or eating people's custard creams,

I'm going to scream.

Well, it wasn't actually a burglary,

so you didn't miss out on anything.

But I took the call. Poor woman was hysterical.

The house was immaculate.

What's going on, then?

Not sure yet, but she certainly seemed convincing.

Maybe it's like that old film,

where the husband gaslights the wife into thinking

she's gone doolally.

Oh, what's it called now?

Um...

..Gaslight? That's the one.

Oh! Says here they fostered, too.

"Dr Harris's interest in attachment theory

"inspired him and his wife

"to foster children from troubled backgrounds."

Doesn't sound like a manipulative gaslighter.

Hmm.

I did an online quiz about this.

Apparently, I've got an anxious attachment style.

Oh, I don't buy into all that nonsense.

That's because you're an avoidant.

The only thing I'm avoiding is cod psychology.

And this headache, if I can.

See?

You're masking the pain with pills,

when you should be pinpointing the root causes.

I can pinpoint one of 'em right now, actually, Margo.

Stress - that's what's going on here.

Cortisol flooding the nervous system.

I bet I know what started it an' all.

Or should I say, WHO started it?

Yeah, all right, Margo, thanks for the insight,

but I slept badly, that's all.

You should both try positive affirmations.

Now, every morning I look in the mirror

and I say "I am enough" out loud.

Here.

You try it.

HESITANTLY: I am enough?

No, no, no, no.

It's a statement, not a question.

Say it like you mean it.

I'm enough.

Less mumbly.

Punctuate each word.

I...am...enough.

SHOUTS: I am enough!

All right, don't blow me ears off.

Now, you do that every morning,

and feel the difference it makes. Mm?

CHUCKLES: Good.

Yeah.

PHONE RINGS Oh.

Shipton Abbott police station.

Hold the line for me, please, Mr Smith.

Uh, apologies, Mr Smith.

He's just popped out.

Would you care to leave him a message,

and I'll get him to call you back?

Will do. Goodb... LINE CLICKS OFF

Didn't have the good grace to say goodbye.

Pfft!

He wants you to call him back ASAP.

He says he's keen to know your decision.

Dr Harris, sorry to bother you.

Can I just check? Our next session is Tuesday, isn't it?

10 o'clock, yes. See you then, Amy.

HE GASPS

There's another "liar".

Looks like someone's tried to remove it.

June was right, then. It's odd,

but I feel rather relieved.

Have you had any run-ins with anybody recently,

Dr Harris? No.

There's nobody you know

who might be inclined to call you a liar?

Not at all.

You see, um,

I did a bit of research after I left you earlier,

and I, um, I found this.

A fellow psychologist, a Roger Franklin,

accused you of plagiarising

one of his research papers last year.

How he was allowed to stay in the profession

all those years is beyond me.

That's the paper in question.

"Breaking The Cycle Of Insecure Attachment."

Roger's under the impression

that he invented Bowlby's theory of attachment.

It's ridiculous.

It's jealousy, plain and simple.

Good idea to start with him, then.

HUMPHREY CLEARS HIS THROAT Maybe, but I'd be amazed

if he had the gumption to pull this off.

Hmm. Anything else?

Unusual interactions?

Who was the last patient you saw?

Well, I bumped into one of them just before I arrived earlier.

Amy Riley.

She was outside the office.

I wouldn't call it unusual, though.

So she didn't have an appointment?

No, not today, but I have a good rapport

with all of my patients, Detective.

Amy has a complex diagnosis,

but she deals with it admirably.

I've never had any cause to be concerned.

DOOR OPENS Thank you, Doctor.

Bye.

Humphrey, Esther, hi.

Hi. Hello, Archie.

Are you here to see Dr... About some wine.

Dr Harris wanted some...advice.

I'm so sorry to keep you. Um...

Unfortunately, I'm going to have to postpone our...session.

Good to see you, Archie. You too.

So, someone trashes the house,

then puts everything back and cleans up after themselves,

then goes and does the same thing to Dr Harris's office.

Any thoughts? Huh?

Why would somebody commit a crime,

then try to undo it twice within a couple of hours?

Esther?

Sorry. Um... What was that?

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

Yes, it's odd.

Some sort of psychological game, maybe?

Well, yes, possibly.

In any case, I'm pretty sure it'll happen again.

so, uh, we should submit an urgent request

for access to his patient files

and, uh, let's pay a visit to Roger Franklin.

PHONE RINGS

Hi, Margo.

I got a call from the manager at the train station.

Fight's broken out there

on platform 1 between a couple of, uh...

Don't tell me. Kids.

Now, don't scream.

Remember, you are enough.

I've definitely had enough, I know that much.

HE EXHALES

Kids.

MUSIC: When The Reivers Call by Sam Kelly & The Lost Boys

Ooh! Ooh, I'm so sorry!

HE CHUCKLES I was miles away.

In, uh, Dolphin Cove?

Have you been? Oh, I wish.

It just says there...

Sorry, I wasn't snooping. It just caught my eye.

Looks like paradise. Doesn't it?

You planning a holiday?

Thinking about going travelling,

seeing a bit of the world.

That sounds amazing. Who are you going with?

I'm not sure yet. Probably by myself.

Wow. That... That's brave.

That's what life's about, isn't it?

Having those different experiences,

taking those risks.

Well, good for you. As long as you take care of yourself.

Uh, Kelby, I haven't told my mum yet,

so please don't say anything, will you?

Mr Franklin? Yes?

I'm DI Goodman. This is my colleague,

Detective Sergeant Williams.

Oh, glad to see it's been passed up the ranks.

I trust you'll be throwing the book

at that little toerag who's been squatting in my shed.

HE CHUCKLES They sent a young lad this morning,

barely out of his teens, by the looks of it.

If you're referring to PC Hartford,

then he's a highly competent police officer

and a fully grown adult. Yes,

we're actually here to talk to you

about Dr Clive Harris, Mr Franklin.

What about him?

And it's DR Franklin.

Dr Franklin, my apologies.

Can we have a quick chat?

Now?

Yes.

Is there somewhere a little more, uh, private

we could go?

ROGER SIGHS

Yeah, but that is what

Dr Harris said. Absolutely preposterous!

But you have called Dr Harris a liar in the past.

Because he is one.

He stole my work and got away with it scot-free.

Oh, and you wanted revenge?

Don't try and trick me, Detective.

For a start,

I can't be in two places at one time, can I?

And if one of your own officers isn't enough of an alibi,

then I don't know what is. I suppose that depends on

what time you arrived at the allotment. Oh, here we go.

OK, I got here about eight o'clock, unlocked the shed

and saw some layabout

sleeping on the floor - end of story.

If it was padlocked from the outside...

Mm-hm? ..how did he get in?

Well, I was here late last night, till about...

..1am.

I'm an insomniac. Bane of my life.

I hadn't locked up when I left earlier that day,

so he must have got in then. I put the padlock on

and then came back this morning and found him.

Happy?

And where were you at about 10am?

Well, still here, obviously.

There'll be other people who can vouch for you?

The other allotment holders?

Well, they've not long arrived.

I mean, I was alone for much of the time,

as it happens.

Right.

Well, thanks very much for your time, Mr Franklin.

Beg your pardon, Doctor. Watch that chair!

The seat's...broken.

Yeah, I noticed. Thanks for the heads-up.

And mind that. I...

I've just given that a coat of varnish.

HUMPHREY SIGHS

So you have.

Mm.

Technically,

Roger Franklin could have broken into the Harrises',

trashed it, regretted it, tidied up,

then come straight here.

Uh, technically, yes, although judging by

the state of his shed, he doesn't strike me as being

a particularly fastidious cleaner.

Yeah.

So, what now? Any ideas?

Yep. Piece of cake.

You know who did it?

No idea. I mean I want a piece of cake.

Oh.

This stuff is ridiculous.

Two lemon drizzles, two Americanos,

a large milk and a double espresso

for Lady Gaga.

Hardly surprising I'm stressed,

considering the amount of stick I have to put up with.

Aw, no. I can't take any more or I'll be rattling.

They're useless anyway.

Sounds like you need a massage.

SHE GROANS

You should try this new place.

Apparently, the masseuse is incredible.

No, thanks. Can't bear anybody touching me,

let alone when it's accompanied by bare feet and panpipes.

Mum, you should take some risks.

Get out your comfort zone.

Huh! Hardly class a neck massage as risk taking.

Great.

BOTH CHUCKLE

Uh, what are you doing?

LINE RINGS Hi. I was wondering

if you had any availability for a massage later today.

Zoe, no!

HUMPHREY SIGHS

Are you OK? Yeah.

No. HE SIGHS

Mr Smith from the hub.

You know, he's chasing me

for a decision on who I'm letting go of.

There must be another way

to deal with these cuts, surely?

Uh...

Show them how well you can operate

on a strict budget?

Yeah, possibly.

Can I get a refund on the lemon drizzle?

I'm not sure that equates to someone's yearly wage.

It's a start.

SHE GROANS

I knew it.

The lad fighting at the train station before

is the same one from the allotment this morning.

Some angry old man found him kipping in his shed.

Roger Franklin. How do you know that?

Because we interviewed him earlier

about the break-in at the Harrises'.

He's an odd fish, that man. I know his wife.

She's a sarnie short of a picnic hamper an' all,

truth be told.

Kicked him out a few weeks ago.

That explains why he spends so much time at the allotment.

Apparently, they had a huge row

because he got suspended from his work.

SHE GROANS

What happened here, then?

Well, it was all over by the time I arrived,

but the station manager thinks

it was something to do with drugs.

Uh, he heard the other lad shouting,

"We've got a deal. You can't pull out!"

Very good.

So...

..two crimes,

two attempts to undo those crimes.

What would an eminent psychologist

have to say about that?

Oh, that reminds me.

Email from Dr Harris's receptionist arrived

with his patient records attached.

I've just sent it to you. Excellent.

HE SIGHS

SHE GROANS

I've just discovered something else very interesting.

About Roger Franklin?

No. Amy Riley,

the patient Clive mentioned this morning.

The one he saw just before

he discovered his office had been broken into.

He was right about her complex diagnosis.

"Dissociative identity disorder."

Yeah, it's a psychological condition

where a person switches between different identities.

Each identity, or alter, has their own name,

age and history.

It might explain the attempts to undo each crime.

Uh...

Because it was two different alters

belonging to the same individual?

Possibly.

SHE GROANS

OK.

Shall we go and talk to her?

Uh, no. Sorry, Sergeant.

As your senior officer, I am asking -

no, ordering you - to please stand down

and go and have the massage your daughter booked for you.

Oh, no, honestly...

It's for purely selfish reasons, believe you me,

because I'm honestly not sure

how many more of those strange noises

I can listen to you make, OK?

So, please, off you go.

Enjoy.

Right, Kelby, you're with me.

LOW CHATTER

Thank you so much. Have a lovely day.

All right.

Hello. Hiya. Can I help you?

Amy Riley? Can I have a quick chat, please?

I was a kid when it started.

Seven, maybe.

Nobody took any notice, really.

My parents just thought I had imaginary friends.

It's not unusual when you're little, is it?

But they weren't friends.

They were me.

Or part of me, anyway.

Would you mind telling us

a little bit about the other identities?

Past couple of years, it's been mainly Becky.

Right. 16, always acting out.

Can't stand authority.

Authority meaning Dr Harris?

Apparently, she gives him a bit of a hard time.

Apparently?

I can't really tell you what my alters are like.

You're best off asking other people.

Dr Harris says that Becky is always taking the mick.

Calls him Clive, which is embarrassing.

Hmm.

He doesn't mind, but...I do.

What does Amy think about him?

I think that he is a brilliant, kind man.

I just can't believe I did this.

Wait, so you're admitting it was you?

Well, not ME as such.

It sounds like just the sort of stunt Becky would pull.

Why might Becky call Dr Harris a liar?

Well, she doesn't reckon there's anything wrong with her.

She tells him that he's talking rubbish.

So if Becky is responsible for both break-ins,

and then you, Amy, put things right,

then...

Well...

..wouldn't you remember doing that?

Not all the time, no.

Especially if I go back to Amy

in the middle of doing some silly Becky stuff.

Sometimes I remember, sometimes I don't.

Can you tell us where you were

between eight and nine this morning?

At home...I think.

My memory gets a bit fuzzy.

Sorry, I'm not being very clear, I know.

No, no, no, no, you've been really helpful.

I mean, thank you.

Dr Harris said he saw you this morning.

I was on my way to work.

So is it possible that you...

..might have switched to Becky and then back to Amy

just before you saw Dr Harris this morning?

It could have happened.

Could have easily happened.

SHE SIGHS

It all adds up.

Yes, circumstantially.

She pretty much confessed, Sir,

that's more than circumstantial.

Well, a lifetime of not being in control of your own actions

has to take its toll, Kelby.

Amy strikes me

as someone ready to take the blame for anything.

Unlike Roger Franklin. Yes.

PANPIPE MUSIC

Have you had a hot-stone massage before, Esther?

Uh, I've had a brick thrown at me,

if that counts.

Sorry?

Hazard of the job.

I'm a detective.

Oh, a detective. Wow.

Well, no wonder you're stressed.

Now, it's perfectly normal

to feel a little nervous the first time.

I'm... I'm not nervous. Good.

OK.

How's that pressure?

Ah...

Fine, thanks.

Good.

Ah...

Ah...

I don't normally enjoy this sort of thing,

but, oh, that feels amazing, actually.

My boyfriend's the same. Uh-huh?

It's early days, though, so perhaps I can convince him.

Most people would be delighted to have free massages on tap.

Not Archie Hughes, though.

Ooh, you are tense, aren't you?

Let's get in those shoulders.

Clive! Becky.

Girl on shift with Amy

said she had a visit from the police before.

Said what happened.

I'm sorry, Becky, but I'm afraid

I can't have this conversation now.

I'll see you at our next session.

But...

You know I'd never do anything like that, don't you?

Clive!

Clive!

SHE MUTTERS

UPBEAT POP MUSIC

DOOR OPENS

No shades?

Can I assume that's cos the massage did the trick?

You can assume

it's because I was so desperate to get away

from Archie's new girlfriend that I left them behind.

What?

Oh, sir, um,

background search on Franklin is pretty revealing.

Apparently, his behaviour towards Clive Harris

was erratic, bordering on unhinged.

Hundreds of abusive emails and phone calls.

I mean, it's a pretty solid case

for disciplinary action.

No wonder his wife gave him the elbow.

Even more of a motive -

he accuses Clive Harris,

and his whole life just unravels. It makes sense.

Yes, apart from the undoing.

Oh, and that Mr Smith's been on again.

He's like a terrier with a bone, that man.

What's he after?

Oh...w-w-well,

I suppose he's just new to the role...

Mm. ..and wants to make sure

he's communicating regularly with everyone.

Well, he's certainly doing that.

I don't speak to my next of kin

as much as I speak to him at the moment.

CHUCKLES: No. And as for communicating,

I can't understand half of what he's on about.

I mean, what's a KPI when it's at home?

Ha!

DISTANT CLATTER

FOOTSTEPS

June?

HE GASPS

GLASS SMASHES

Ah!

HE GROANS

OWL HOOTS

WHISPERING: Humphrey, are you asleep?

Yes.

Are you?

A few days ago, Hannah told me

that Rosie had something she wanted to send us.

And?

Nothing's arrived.

I keep rushing to the door every time the post comes.

Why didn't you mention it sooner?

Because you've got so much on your mind.

HE SIGHS

Speaking of which, talk to me about work.

I know that's why you're still awake.

Oh, do I have to?

Mr Smith is still hounding me

for a decision on who I'm going to let go.

The guys are still oblivious,

and I'm still desperately trying to think of a solution.

I've thought of myriad ways to save money,

and none of it comes close to a yearly salary.

I can't stave him off for much longer.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, my...

HE GROANS

Hello.

They...

They were all in black.

Did you hear them speak? No.

I collapsed straight away,

and the next thing I remember, I woke up in the ambulance.

I was at my sister's.

I will never forgive myself

for leaving him alone in the house.

Come on now, June, it's OK.

"OK"?

It's not OK, Clive.

This has to be dealt with once and for all.

Is there something else we should know, Dr Harris?

Clive...

I...bumped into Amy Riley yesterday.

Or rather,

her main alter, Becky.

She told me you'd spoken to her.

Mm.

The ambulance - who called for it?

I have no idea. Nor me.

The hospital phoned when he was admitted.

DOOR CLOSES

It doesn't look like anything was damaged.

Nothing obvious stolen either.

Laptop's out on the desk in the office.

Hmm.

Woven polyester mix.

From cargo pants?

But this is grey.

Clive Harris said the intruder was all in black.

Grey could be mistaken for black in the dark, though.

They've caught themselves on something when they ran out.

Right.

So nothing damaged this time and nothing taken.

But something left behind.

Amy, does the name Edith mean anything to you?

Edith?

No.

You don't have an alter by that name?

No, not that I...

Edith? No.

It's mainly Becky, who is more than enough.

Uh, Dr Harris said he saw Becky yesterday.

Do you remember that? KNOCK AT DOOR

DOOR OPENS Beg pardon. Can I have a quick word?

Um...

The recording of the 999 call from last night

just came through from emergency services.

I knew you'd want to listen to it straight away.

Right. Thanks, Margo.

MAN: Hello.

Can you send an ambulance to the house

with the pink...

..to Rosewood Cottage on Millstone Lane?

Right, so it's fair to assume

it's the intruder making the call,

and yet another attempt from them

to reverse the damage they've done.

They sound genuinely upset. And definitely male.

Puts Amy Riley in the clear. Mm-hm.

Plus, the caller started to refer to it

as "the house with the pink woodwork".

Do you remember?

Clive mentioned it used to be pink.

Hello.

I just popped back to pick up a few bits for Clive.

The doctors are being very positive, so that's good.

Good.

Um...sorry.

Uh, Mrs Harris...

..do you recognise this?

I've never seen it before.

It says Edith on the back.

Does that name mean anything to you?

Nothing.

And, um, sorry,

what about this?

Sorry.

Uh...

Clive, uh,

mentioned that the woodwork on the house used to be pink.

That's right.

Well, I don't suppose you remember

how many years ago it was painted white?

I do, as it happens.

It was ten years ago.

He'd just finished painting it

when he had his first heart attack.

I told him not to do it, that it would be too strenuous,

but he wouldn't listen,

and that's when we had to give up fostering.

Yes, of course you fostered.

I read it.

My wife and I do,

although we've had to put it on hold for the moment.

It's a wonderful thing to do...

..but hard not to get too attached.

Yes.

We actually had a placement when Clive fell ill.

A gorgeous boy. He'd been with us for months.

We talked about adoption,

but social services were worried

about Clive's health.

We just didn't know what the future held

and how much care Clive would need.

The last thing I wanted

was for Adam to feel sidelined again.

He deserved so much more.

It must have been hard.

It was the hardest decision we ever had to make.

I can't say I don't regret it.

No.

Sorry...

How old would Adam be now?

He'd be... What?

He'll have just turned 18.

18.

18! Pink.

And now they're white. 18. Thank you!

Kelby, what was his name?

Sorry, sir?

Your boy from the allotment,

the one who was fighting at the station,

what was his name?

Uh, Adam. Adam Walsh.

Edith is not a person.

It's a place!

Specifically, a children's home.

"Edith House in Exeter is for young people aged 16 to 18,

"on the cusp of leaving care."

Yeah. I just spoke to the unit manager.

This key ring is included in a leaver's pack.

She also sent me over a photograph

of the most recent residents.

Look...

Adam.

Yeah, he left there a few days ago.

The manager said that once they turn 18,

then there's little support from social services.

What's his connection to Clive and June Harris?

He was their last foster placement ten years ago.

They wanted to adopt him,

but Clive had his first heart attack and...

..and then the social services removed Adam

because they became concerned

about the Harrises' ability to care for him long term.

So he went back into the system until he left last week

and came straight back to Shipton Abbott.

Why target them if they were so close?

For that exact reason.

Imagine thinking you'd found a family at last

and they send you away.

They couldn't help that.

I'm not sure a vulnerable eight-year-old

would see it that way.

KELBY SIGHS But Adam was locked in

Roger Franklin's shed

when the first break-in happened. It...

It couldn't have been him.

Hold on. Look.

There's that lad he was fighting with at the train station.

The deal.

The deal!

The station manager heard the other boy say,

"We've got a deal. You can't pull out."

Is that right, Kelby? Yeah.

I don't think it was a drug deal.

So, what if the other boy targeted the Harrises

in return for Adam doing something for him?

But Adam got cold feet. Exactly.

And tried to reverse the damage each time.

And the other boy broke into the Harrises' first

and trashed the living room.

DOOR CLOSES

This is what June saw when she came back

from her power walk that morning.

After June left to go and get help,

Adam entered the house at around 9.15.

Straight from the allotment where Kelby had just seen him.

Exactly.

He then placed everything back as it should be.

Apart from one book,

which he put back on the shelf upside down.

The same thing happened in Clive's office.

Adam tried to put it right again,

but before he could finish the job,

he heard Clive opening the door...

DOOR OPENS

..and escaped through the window.

Adam then tried to leave Shipton Abbott,

but the other boy stopped him and a fight broke out.

GRUNTS What are you doing?

Get off me, man! We had a deal!

Are you joking? What's wrong with you?

BOTH GRUNT

So during the last break-in, the other boy framed him.

A piece of cloth torn from Adam's cargo pants

during the fight was left there deliberately,

along with a key ring.

I don't think it was his intention to harm Clive.

June?

GLASS SMASHES

But the other boy certainly didn't want

the risk of being accused of possible murder.

DOOR SLAMS

Adam went back to the house to put things right again,

but this time it was far worse than he could have imagined.

Hello.

Can you send an ambulance to the house with the pink...

..to Rosewood Cottage on Millstone Lane.

When we first went to the Harrises',

we were looking for Rosewood Cottage

but couldn't find it.

Clive said it used to be easier to find

when it was painted pink.

So whoever made that call

must have had a history with the house.

Adam. Yes.

And I think I know where to find him.

Adam.

Can you tell us who this is?

Sam. We met in care and became mates.

Same boat - nobody wanted us.

A few days after we left Edith House,

Sam showed me this thing he found online.

Clive, in a newspaper.

A profile piece in The Times?

Talking about how much he cared about helping people.

Didn't seem like he cared much about me

when I went back into care.

It must have stung, reading that.

I...

I know it was stupid, but...

..I wanted to hurt them like they hurt me.

Not properly. Just...

..shake them up.

So that's when you and Sam made the deal?

He would go after the Harrises for you.

What did he want you to do for him in exchange?

Set up his mum's dealer boyfriend.

Get him arrested.

A revenge swap.

I told Sam I changed my mind, but he wasn't having it.

So you tried to stop it? Yeah,

but that stupid bloke locked me in his shed,

and by the time I got to the house...

..it was too late.

Then Sam started blackmailing you?

If you didn't keep your side of the deal, he'd frame you.

It all got so out of hand.

I never meant them any harm, but...

..but nobody told me anything.

One day I'm living with Clive and June,

thinking I've got a family again

and the next I'm back in care.

Yeah, I understand.

No, you don't.

No, you're right.

I don't understand what it was like for you...

..but I do have experience from the other side.

My wife and I fostered...

..a little girl, Rosie, not so long ago.

I thought we might have a future together as a family.

But we had to say goodbye to her.

It was hard.

Still is.

Clive and June didn't reject you, Adam.

They loved you.

Letting you go wasn't their choice.

Adam...

..can you take us to Sam?

I can't.

He's not a bad person.

He's just been through it all...

This isn't about punishment, Adam.

We want to help both of you, I promise,

but we can't do that if we don't know where Sam is.

STATION ANNOUNCER: The next train to Exeter

will be from platform 1 in 12 minutes.

Finally seen some sense, then? Took your time.

I'm sorry, Sam.

You're a grass. No, it's OK.

I never laid a finger on him, I swear!

We know that.

We just want to help. Yeah, whatever.

Sam...

..it is all right.

MUSIC: Meet Me In The Twilight by Seth Lakeman

You OK? Yeah.

Thank you.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Adam.

Adam.

I'll get my stuff. Amy...

..I'm not here to arrest you, OK?

I'm here to tell you

that we have found who's responsible,

and it's not Becky.

OK? So most importantly, it's not you.

Really? Yeah.

Oh, thank God!

Amy?

I hope this doesn't sound patronising, but...

..I think you're really brave.

The way you handle your disorder,

the way you're so honest and open.

Everyone has their stuff, don't they?

Yeah, true, but...

..not everyone handles their stuff

like you do.

Thank you.

Take care of yourself.

Come on, then, spit it out.

What's on your mind? Nothing.

OK, there is something.

It's exciting, though, don't worry.

I was talking to Martha.

Oh, my God, Mum, there's Archie and that woman.

What shall we do?

Oh. Hello!

Esther, Zoe, hi.

Uh, sorry. This is... Amelia. I know, we met. Hi.

Hi. Esther came in for a massage.

Oh! HE LAUGHS

How's the headache? Gone. I feel like a brand-new woman.

Oh, I'm so pleased.

Well, let me know when you want to book in again.

Oh. No need. I'm fixed.

You're a miracle worker.

Tell him that, will you?

She is, it's true. See?

Sort yourself out, mister. Yeah, I'm trying.

Well, we'd best be going, hadn't we, Zo?

Nice to see you both. Yeah.

Great to see you, Esther.

Yeah, well, you know where I am if you need me.

I do. Cheers.

Right, um... Yeah.

OK.

Um...

Oh, my God, Mum, you were so amazing.

Well, we're all adults...

..apart from you, obviously.

You'll always be my little baby girl.

Go on, anyway. What was it you want to talk about?

Can't think now.

No, you were chatting to Martha.

Something exciting.

Can't have forgotten already.

Uh, yeah.

She was just saying how much she appreciated me

working at the cafe.

See?

None of us can do without you.

I'm very proud of you. Yeah?

Yeah. Thanks.

Thanks, Mum.

Oh!

It came this morning.

Come here.

Aren't you going to open it? Yes.

Why am I so nervous?

Shall I? Yeah.

"To Humphy and Martha."

Oh!

Do you think she knows how much we cared about her?

How much we still care about her?

Of course she does. She knows, Humphrey.

I wonder what she'd think about the Lily Bond, though.

I think it was my fault.

No, it wasn't.

Was it? Maybe.

Well, we couldn't live on a boat forever.

Speaking of which,

I think we should put an offer in on the house.

Oh, it's so much work, Martha, not to mention money.

Yeah, but we take our time...

..do it bit by bit.

Remember what we said?

It's the two of us, and whatever else happens,

it will always be the two of us.

This is our adventure, Humphrey.

And there's nobody else I'd choose to be on it with.

Oh, that's it. Come on, ladies.

Let's get inside and I'll get us all a drink.

Come on.

CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

Bridget, watch this path.

It's a minefield for a weak ankle.

Just the two of us!

This is Dark Morris. Someone help him! Harry!

So if someone did trigger the allergy,

they did so during the dance? But we were all watching.

So what did we miss?

Is that the allergy boy? Because a Mr Smith

was talking about that on the golf course.

So, not just me you ignore but your staff too?

She doesn't know about Mr Smith. Don't be cross with her.

I'm not. I'm angry at him.

I'm here for one reason,

and that's to save your sentimental arse.

You can't help who you fall in love with.

But you can decide what you do about it.

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