All language subtitles for Vera S13E02 [10Bit] [1080p.WEB-DL.H265.AC3-FT] [ENG-Lektor PL] [Alusia]

All right.

That sounds nice.

Yeah,

that sounds good.

Oh, are you all right, Pat? Yeah, don't
make a fuss. I'm fine. Okay, come on.

Let's go. Oh,

look. Come on. No, no, no, no.

Yes.

What are you doing?

Oh, look.

Try it on.

Hey, that looks good. No?

Yeah? Yeah.

Let's get it.

Really? No, no. My treat.

Thank you.

Thank you so much for this.

It's really cheered me up. That's all
right.

I'll be fine.

Gabby, wait.

Come on, we need to talk. I said leave
me alone!

Hello?

Hello, you're through suspension 40
crossing safety lane.

Is the track clear?

Yes.

So you think you're going to beat the
deal?

Yeah. Yeah?

You're not going to beat me? Yeah, I am.
You know how your dad was pool champion

by the time you joined the team? I was.

I was.

Sorry, it's a bit backed up.

It's a maintenance road used for the
level crossing. It's the only way

can access it.

Here, Mum.

Oh, dear, Ashworth is keen.

So this level crossing, it's just for
pedestrians, is it? Yes, Mum.

What's he doing?

Mark? I want to search along the length
of the track and I want a team knocking

on every house and farm in the area.

Come back to me as soon as you can.

What's this?

Need I bother turning off? Have you
solved it already?

Thank you, everyone.

Just getting things started. Where's the
deceased?

Over there. She was found by ramblers.

We'll stop the trains while we work.

Oh, that's nice to know. We're not going
to be flattened by a high -speed

express.

You made it.

Well, it's a bit of a walk from back
there.

V .I. Ashworth?

So, what can you tell us?

We've a female, early twenties.

Looks a little undernourished, but
otherwise healthy.

Well, undernourished doesn't exactly
scream regular rambler, does it?

Nor do her clothes.

Or those nails.

Not your style.

Overnight rain made a mess of the
ground, but I think she fell here.

Not moved post -mortem.

Anything to give us ID?

She had nothing on her. No purse, no
bank cards, no mobile.

Hence getting a search started.

Could it have been a theft gone wrong?

It's hardly a likely spot for a mugging,
is it?

How long has she been here?

Late afternoon yesterday.

Early evening, maybe.

And caused the death?

Tricky.

Possibly asphyxiation?

There are petechial hemorrhages on the
inside of the eyelid.

But no strangle marks.

And rain notwithstanding, the ground
doesn't look scuffed from a struggle.

And on her cheek, is that a slap mark?

Likely, yeah.

Plus, see here?

Bruising.

Looks like she was grabbed by someone
hard.

Well, that's a struggle in my book.

Also, on her back.

Looks like a full injury to me.

All bruises, anti -mortem, of course.

Well, strangled or not, she was in a
fight.

Any indication of sexual assault?

No, thankfully.

But I can tell you more once I get her
to the lab.

But at this point, well, I can't
definitively say it's murder.

No, it's not looking good.

No. Well, finding her out here, all on
her own, told me that, love.

Well, thanks, Paula.

Now, I think we should assume she's not
a regular hiker. So what's she doing

here? Is she local?

How'd she get here?

Dropped off by car.

Walked from a train station.

Was she with anyone?

Meeting someone?

Mum, have we started that search along
the tracks yet and the doorknobs? Yes,

and I'll check for any CCTV spots that
might help. Oh, well, I won't hold my

breath on that.

The rail company are hassling for when
they can reopen the line.

Well, that's an easy one, Mark.

It'll be when I'm done.

Come on. Now, where's Kenny? Is he the
only one of us having a lie -in? Along

there, talking to the rambler who found
the dead body.

Oh, right.

I'd like to talk to this rambler myself.

Joe, you stay here, supervise the
search.

Been getting Nile into hiking.

Trying to don't walk, you know, catch
the sunrise.

I see something beautiful.

Yeah, and where have you come from,
love?

We live in Fensham. A couple of miles
north, then.

I know.

Walk south, then go east over the tracks
and then loop back up.

But then you saw... Aye, I thought she
was plastic at first.

A mannequin or something, you know.

Then I realised and I pulled in back.

So you didn't recognise her?

Aye, no, no.

Are you sure, love? Did you get a good
look?

You're not going to look again, are you?

Now, you're right, pet.

Now, is there anything else you can tell
us that might help, love?

No, nothing.

OK, pet.

Oh, hang on.

I found this further down the trail.

How far down the trail?

Oh, 50 yards.

Sorry, I put it in my pocket and then I
realised and I just remembered.

I mean, it could have been dropped by
anyone, right?

Well, better late than never, love.

Thanks.

Cheers.

Steph, we need into that as soon as
possible.

This credit card was found on the cover
of the phone. Name's Mrs H .A. Rushton.

So is she or deceased?

I don't know. Get on to the bank and
find her details.

Maybe we should go back to your rambler
again.

I mean, you really buy that he just
forgot picking up the phone? Oh, he was

rattled. It's not every day of the week
you find a dead body, Joe.

I think you're right.

Kenny, chase up his movements for
yesterday and do a background check

you're at it.

Yes, ma 'am. Oh, and Kenny, get
forensics to check for any signs of a

to 200 yards along the trail.

Will do, ma 'am.

Ma 'am? You're not into that already,
are you? You must have the face ID and

passport, but there's medical
information here.

So you can make emergency calls from a
lock screen by pressing here, but you

also fill in medical information.

I've done it on mine, accessed here.

And according to this, the phone belongs
to a Gabby Fisher.

Oh, so not your Mrs Rushton on the
credit card. No, but there's an

contact down with Helen Rushton. So it
might not be the deceased, but could be

next of kin.

Call that number, find an address, get
uniform over there, but tell them to act

dumb until we arrive.

Well done, Steph.

Mum. Are you coming?

Before I get blocked in.

Helen Rushton's waiting.

She's very worked up, apparently.

And her adult son's just turned up, too.

Is something wrong?

Well, it's the Rushton. She's got dad,
mum, son and daughter.

But that's not her deceased, is it?

So maybe she's an in -law.

What's going on now?

Who are you?

I'm Mrs Rushton, the DCI Vera Stanhope,
and this is DI... This is DI Jo

Ashworth. Will someone just please tell
me what's happening?

Is this about Gabby?

You know Gabby Fisher?

Yeah. She lives here.

Is she a family member?

No, but she's been living with Mum the
last few months.

Then I think we'd better all sit down,
love. Just tell me.

Well, we're here because we found a
mobile phone with emergency information

it. Is it Gabby's phone?

I got her to put all that in when she
got sick.

Sick? Yeah.

She's got cancer.

Where is she?

Well, I'm afraid we also found a body,
love.

No.

I'm sorry.

No.

She came into one of my shops.

Five, six months ago.

I own a chain of coffee places.

Grounded out.

Jonathan runs them with me.

Oh, there's one near my station.

It looks lovely.

I'm going from just one place into seven
branches.

Well, I was in one and Gabby appeared
looking upset.

I have a daughter a similar age, Fiona.

Anyway, we got talking and I just liked
her.

Straight away.

But she was having money troubles, sofa
surfing, and she just seemed vulnerable.

So I tried to help her.

Go on, love.

Well, she turned up regularly, and we
became friends.

Then she got back pain three months or
so ago.

She was getting breathless as well. I
made her get it checked out.

Never. Imagining the diagnosis would be
Hodgkin lymphoma.

So is that when she moved in here?

Gabby had every chance of recovery if
she was taken care of.

We had the space. Jonathan's his own
family. Fiona had gone.

And she was doing really well.

Though the chemo was tough.

Made her tired and her hair, she was...

Worried she'd have to shave it off in
the end.

Why didn't she go to her own family for
help?

They'd thrown her out.

Abusive.

Emotionally, if not physically.

When did you last see her?

Yesterday. I dropped her to the hospital
for 1 .30. Then I saw a friend.

I got a message saying Gabby didn't need
picking up.

She needed space of her own sometimes.

Then why she didn't come home at all?

And you've no idea why she was where we
found her?

No.

None.

How about you, Mr Rushton? No idea.

I was at my place all day.

I didn't hear from her.

And you don't know anyone who might have
wanted to harm her?

Gabby was the sweetest, warmest.

Who would want to hurt her?

So we still need to locate an informer
next to Cain. Aye, not least a chat

this abuse.

Excuse me.

I just want to let you know there's a
different perspective to me, Mums.

On Gabby?

Yeah. Look, Mum gave up her lot for her.

Stepped back from work and everything.

But it drove a wedge between her and
Dad.

A wedge?

What's that mean?

Well, they separated.

Because of Gabby? The attention she
took.

The mum did.

There's no space left for Dad.

She moved out.

Squeaked off while I... Oh, thanks,
love.

Well, that is a different perspective.

Nice.

It's good work, you know.

Lovely.

She's in good condition. What's wrong
with her?

Nothing. That's not why we're here.

Tom Rushton?

Yeah. Do you see how I stand up?

Now, is there somewhere we can chat,
love?

Have you seen Gabby recently?

No.

Please, sorry, sit down.

Now, your son, Jonathan, suggested that
there was no love lost between you and

her. Is that right?

I guess that's fair enough.

You hadn't liked her moving in?

I hadn't liked her and Helen full stop.

Things happened so quickly.

They'd only just met and were suddenly
best friends.

Then something more like mummy and
daughter.

And yes, Gabby was vulnerable, then
sick.

But you can have cancer and still be a
leech.

Oh, is that what you thought she was, a
leech?

Yes, she fed off Helen.

Clung to her.

Gabby moving in was supposed to be
temporary, but once she was in... She

going anywhere.

If anyone was... was me.

You really feel she put you out?

Me and Helen planned a night out once.

Our anniversary.

Suddenly, Gabby had breathing
difficulties.

Then a full -blown panic attack.

Helen felt she had to stay.

I went on alone.

Had to get out of there.

Why did you miss his tickering in the
first place, give it so much?

After Jonathan and Fiona, we'd wanted
another, but couldn't conceive.

Maybe there was always a gap there.

And Gabby lapped the mothering up.

Told Helen she made her feel safe.

Part of the family.

Ironically, seeing as she was splitting
one up.

So where were you, love, yesterday
afternoon and evening?

I was in the garage till pretty late.

Were the mechanics with you?

Yes, till 5pm.

Then I ended the evening back in here.

OK, love. Thanks for your time.

That collection of empties he's got
tells me he's not coping away from home.

Aye, so this interloper's arrival cost
him a lot.

Aye.

Well, did he win you over by being nice
about your car?

I want his alibi checked.

Headache?

I've got a grumbly tooth, if you must
know.

Who is doing background checks on the
Russians?

Mark.

Well, let's see what that tells us.

Gabby Fisher, early 20s.

Her body was found near Fensham Level
Crossing this morning by a rambler. Now,

we don't know if this is murder yet.
We're still waiting the results of the

-mortem. But we are treating her death
as suspicious.

That he'd been diagnosed with Hodgkin
lymphoma. So, Steph, get on to our

hospital team and see if they can tell
us anything more.

Now, where are we with our last known
movement?

Nothing from door to door yet, Mum, but
we're into my phone and I've been going

through call logs.

Plus, I found a train app with an e
-ticket for yesterday.

Ah.

So, how did she pay for that?

She used the credit card we found inside
the phone cover.

Now, Mrs Rushton said she gave her that
card for emergencies. So, what was the

emergency? Where was the ticket to?

Er, Buton.

It's a small town just... No, I know it.

She'd have had to change trains, so she
could have got off at Buton and hiked

north and over the level crossing.

Mark, we need the CCTV from the train
and the station.

Let's try and pin her down, see if
anyone was with her. Mum.

Now, meanwhile, she'd been staying under
the auspices of Helen Rushton in

Newcastle. No relation.

So we still need to track down her legal
next of kin. Mark, I want you on that,

too. Anything on the Rushtons, Mark?

Yeah, there was one thing on the
estranged dad, Tom.

He had a previous conviction for violent
affray.

When was that?

Oh. Way back in 1992.

He got fined for it, but no prison time.

It was a drunken altercation that got
out of hand.

OK. All the more reason to check his
alibi.

Now, he said he was at the garage with
the other mechanics till five, didn't

Aye. We'll see if you can confirm his
whereabouts.

And what about the sister, Fiona
Rushton?

Has anyone made contact with her?

She's overseas in Spain, Mum.

Flew out yesterday evening.

Did she now?

Was that before or after Gabby breathed
her last?

Well, she was on the 8pm flight, but we
don't know what time exactly Gabby died,

do we?

Get a message to her, Mark. We need her
back here.

I've one other thing from Gabby's phone.
The last person she rang was Helen's

son, Jonathan.

Is that right?

Just after 4pm. There were several
missed calls from him to her, too, from

or so.

He told us he hadn't spoken to Gabby all
day.

Aye, he did say that.

Mr Rushton, thanks for meeting with us.

DCI Stanhope.

This is Freya, my wife.

Hello, love.

Who's this?

This is my boy.

Say hello, Jack.

Hello. Jack likes to call by when we
meet branch managers.

Steals the pastry.

DCI Stanhope's here to talk about Gabby.

That poor girl.

So awful.

Come on, mister.

Park time.

Shall we take this inside?

So? How exactly can I help?

Well, you didn't mention Gabby calling
you the day she died.

About 4pm, love.

Which means, as far as we know, you were
the last person to have spoken to her.

She called at 4?

Could have been important.

No. When your mum was front -legged
about her going missing.

Well, we didn't know she was missing
then.

And we weren't worried till later.

Gabby passed on little messages all the
time.

About what?

I think it might have been something
about this weekend.

Me and Freya coming to Mum's for dinner.

What, she called you about that? From
the middle of the countryside?

I didn't know where she was.

I mean, later, when Mum got worried, I
said I'd try and track Gabby down.

So I phoned her. Yeah, we know about
those calls as well, love.

Which you also didn't mention.

Hmm.

Well, she didn't answer.

So I didn't talk to her.

Now, you said... You said you were at
home yesterday.

That's right.

Working.

All day?

I think I went for a walk around the
block at lunchtime.

Can anyone confirm where you were?

Hmm.

Freya.

Jack had nursery day.

She was around.

Except for drop -off and pay call.

Mark?

Any news on the train?

Yeah, I've got her on the train CCTV
from Newcastle to Buton.

She's by herself, disembarks at 3 .32
and then we lose her.

I also checked to see if anyone phoned
to use the Fenton level crossing.

Good thinking.

And?

Yeah, they said there was a call. It
sounded like a young woman at 4 .28pm.

Well, if that was Gabby, we'd have been
right about her journey.

It's about an hour's hike north from
Buton, over the level crossing.

But where was she heading? What was she
doing there?

Maybe she agreed to meet her attacker.
They could have walked together.

Did anyone else call the signalman?

No, ma 'am.

OK, so let's work backwards.

See if you can pick her up on CCTV
before she gets on the train at

Steph, any more on Gabby's phone?

Er, not much.

The phone itself was a gift a few months
back from Helen Rushton. Gabby mainly

called and messaged Helen.

Don't you find that odd?

Steph, a 20 -something lass only calling
her substitute, ma 'am.

Doesn't she got any mate?

There's a handful of other contacts that
go through.

Yeah, well, make sure you do.

She's no real social media profile to
speak of either, ma 'am.

In this day and age.

Mark, how are you doing, tracing her
next of kin?

Not great, ma 'am. It's strange, though.
I can't find a birth record for a Gabby

Fisher. Not one that matches the
birthday that Helen gave us. You what?

I've tried Gabrielle, Gabriella.

So what are you saying? This Gabby
Fisher's an assumed identity?

Now, how does that work? How does she go
anywhere, do anything, buy anything?

Well, it sounds like Helen paid for most
of it.

Hmm.

OK, Mark, get on to missing persons,
forget her name, and see if you can

her details to any unsolved cases.

That's going to be a lot of people, Mum.

Well, you'd better get on with it, then.

That was the morgue.

At last, some solid evidence.

You coming or what?

Vera. I hear we're not sure what name to
put on the paperwork yet.

Does that change what she died of?

I suppose not.

I mentioned asphyxiation.

Aye. But not from being strangled.

I was wrong anyway. It was a massive
thrombotic occlusion of the basilar

A blood clot?

One that stopped the blood flow to her
brain, yeah.

Caused by what?

A whiplash -like injury.

There's a microscopic lesion of the
right vertebral artery on the atlanto

joint in the neck.

So I'm guessing there was a fight.

She was grabbed, shaken, and pushed
backwards.

She fell and landed on something, which
bruised her, and more importantly,

jerked her head back, causing the
lesion.

And that maps to the surroundings where
we found her.

Correct, the Ashworth.

There's tree stumps that she more than
likely fell on.

OK, thanks, Paula.

Just one last thing to mention. The
deceased cancer diagnosis.

Hodgkin's lymphoma. I found no evidence
for chemo treatment.

No implanted dental line. No marks from
a cannula site.

So she wasn't receiving treatment?

She was thin, but I think through
dieting.

And she also had rather heavy makeup on,
which made her look pale.

And see here.

The hair's been cut a few points close
to the root.

So when pulled or brushed, it would come
loose.

As if it was fallen out.

I've confirmed with blood results and a
biopsy.

This young woman didn't have cancer.

She'd never had cancer.

She was faking it.

You had no clue she'd been lying to you?
I took her to the hospital for

treatment. I can show you doctor's
letters.

She put me in touch with her cancer
nurse, for God's sake.

Danny. She was called Danny Verma. You
never went with her to one of her

appointments or treatment sessions.

I'm not offered.

She didn't want me to see that stuff
going into her. There was no diagnosis,

love.

No. No treatments.

No.

How is she?

I mean, Leah does well.

Is Gabby's room?

Well, it was the daughter, Fiona's, but
she's been relegated to the bottom

drawer.

And we still know nothing about this
lass who's replaced her.

Well, Fiona's flying back tomorrow, so
maybe that'll give us something.

Right.

Hey, hold on.

Can you pull that out?

The hell is that?

And on top of all this, our Gabby was
good at DIY.

What have we got on this lot so far,
Mark?

Well, first look at the laptop already
shows forged medical letters and several

fake email accounts.

And online activity includes bookmark
pages about cancer symptoms and support

groups. And what about the phones and
the SIM cards?

Well, each SIM has letters written on,
like DV on this one. And the texts from

this card pretend to be from a Danny
Verma. Ah, now, she told Helen Danny

was a cancer nurse.

Well, I'll carry on going through the
SIMs.

What about the drugs?

Well, they're still at the lab, but
early testing would suggest that that

was full of ketamine.

Oh, toxicology said there was nothing in
her system.

So holding them for someone else, then?

Could have been selling them.

I've sent a picture of Gabby to the
hospital.

And? I was going to follow up in person.
I'll take Kenny with us if he can spare

us. I'll manage.

Even if it's just to check the CCTV.

And see if you can find out exactly what
she did after Helen left her there for

treatment.

Meanwhile, I have the unenviable task of
informing her next of kin.

Maybe find out who Gabrielle McSwain
really was.

When did Gabby leave home?

That must be six months ago.

She didn't tell us where she was going.

She never got in touch.

And you didn't look for her, report her
missing?

Only... she'd suggested that something
had happened

here at home.

Hinted at abuse.

Abuse.

Gabby lied.

OK? She lied all the time.

So when she left... Gabby was our
daughter and we loved her, but when she

went... ..in some ways, it was a relief.

Not that she was always.

No, no. She wasn't happy when she was
younger.

So what changed?

Her little sister got ill.

Gabby has a sister.

Emma.

She died.

I am so sorry.

Tantha.

She was 16.

And I took...

So much attention.

Gabby started to get into trouble at
school.

Continued after she left.

Acting out.

Took money from us.

Petted deaths around town.

We tried to help.

I got a referral to a child psychologist
and everything.

There's something else I need to tell
you.

Gabby had been pretending to be ill with
Hodgkin lymphoma.

What?

No.

No, no.

No, no.

That's why I'm hard.

I'm sorry.

I'm going to have to ask you.

Where were you both on Wednesday
afternoon?

Deb's was on a shift.

The lock's nursing home and Matthew
would have been out on the water.

I ran a potting pot out at the harbour.

OK.

Thanks for your time.

It's much appreciated.

You do oncology, I'll do CCTV.

Ah, sounds good to me, son.

Joe's probably fine, eh, kid?

Thanks for sparing so much time, Myra. I
know it can be tedious.

Ah, no problem.

So we know she was a regular at the
cafe, but do we know who that is sat

her? Oh, sorry.

There's 4 ,000 employees at this
hospital.

However, white coat does mean medical
staff, though.

Should narrow it down.

OK, great.

Can I get all this footage sent over?

Sure, anything you want.

Excuse me.

Boss?

How did you get on with the family?

Well, wait for it.

She had a younger sister who died of
cancer.

You're kidding.

Ah, you couldn't make it up.

And they painted Gabby as being involved
in all sorts of compulsive, liar, petty

theft. And the abuse?

Denied it. Said she'd lied.

Right, they would do.

Could some kind of trouble have followed
it in your castle? Well, let's do some

digging. But then, if a family had
already lost one daughter, wouldn't they

chasing after the other one, no matter
how much you've been acting up?

You think they're hiding something?

I'll see you back at the station.

She got more abrasive.

The boss, I mean.

Well, uh...

I think it's more like your memories are
rose -tinted, eh? Look, she's the best.

We all know that. That's fine.

But I'm ambitious.

You know, I want a team of my own one
day.

She makes us feel like I've just been
demoted.

Join the club, mate.

My advice is, I take it personally.

Perhaps we can jog your memory, Miss
Adeyemi.

Oh. Gabby?

Yeah, I know who you mean now.

She's really dead.

We're afraid so.

But she seemed to be doing so well.

Still in early treatment.

You mean the chemo?

Yeah. Did the lymphoma... Were there
complications?

The cancer didn't kill her.

I mean, we'd hardly be here if it had.

We're treating her death as suspicious.

What?

What happened to her?

That's what we're trying to find out.

The one thing we did discover is that
Gabby didn't really have cancer.

But... No, we talk about her symptoms or
the side effects of her drugs.

Did you help Gabby fabricate her
condition?

Of course not.

So the contact you had with her was more
accidental, then?

A casual thing?

Yes.

Look, I'm a bit in shock here, to be
honest.

I'm sorry I can't be of more help.

There's nothing else I can tell you.

OK. Well, thanks for your time, anyway.

But...

Mum,

what's this? A welcoming committee?

In that case, someone get us a tea.

Mum, I've been working through all of
Gabby's PSU go cards.

And? The SIM that was in her hidden
phone seems different to the others used

a con.

It isn't labelled with any initials, but
there was frequent calls to a number

called L...

So she was making regular calls to
somebody besides Helen.

So who is this Elsie?

Well, bear with us, Mum, but I've been
tracking Gabby backwards from when she

got on the train.

Now, she's alone at the station, but
then on the street CCTV outside, we've

caught her arguing with a young male.

What? Yeah, here's the footage.

And this is who you think she's been
calling?

Why do you think that?

Because I traced the unknown phone
number, and it's not a pay -as -you -go.

It's a contract in the name of Lee
Critchley.

L .C.? Yeah, and he's on the radar for
low -level drug dealing.

Well, that sounds like that, lad. Well
done, the pair of you.

Now, cancel that tea, call Joe, give him
that address, tell him to meet us

there. Mum? Mum?

pharmacy? Aye, Rosa Adeyemi.

She seemed nervy.

Kenny's going to ask some discreet
questions about her.

Oh, you flavour of the month then with
Kenny again.

You what?

Now you've stopped assessing us.

We'll run a background check on her and
all.

Did you ask this Rosa about the ketamine
Gabby had?

Why, you want some for your toothache?

Hello, love.

Is Lee Critchley home?

No.

That's a shame.

Your family?

His girlfriend.

Ah, quick chat, then.

Hey, no need to tidy up for us, pet.

We're not searching the place.

Today.

Lee's not answering me messages.

Has something happened?

We're here because of Gabby Fisher, also
known as Gabby McSwain.

What about her?

Well, she's dead, Pats.

Killed three days ago.

What? And she was seen with Lee earlier
the same day.

Uh... Gabby crashed here for a bit.

Months back.

Lee knew her from where he grew up.

So she was what?

A Pats girlfriend?

Hey, that wouldn't have been very nice
law of having his ex sleeping in the

spare room.

So what, did she start cosying up to
your boyfriend again?

Gabby would cosy up to anyone to get
what she wanted.

What does that mean?

She outstayed her welcome.

I wanted her gone.

Then suddenly she was all over me,
telling me how amazing I am, how Lee's

to have us.

And then I found text messages from her
calling me a stupid bitch.

So you were glad when she left?

Yeah.

But they were still in touch.

I found a text from her last week.

Do you go through his phone regularly,
do you?

I got angry.

Asked him about it and he was raging.

But this was... It was more her he was
angry with. He was angry at Gabby?

Why?

We've got a drug dealer, a pharmacist
and the deceased who was skilled at

deception and had a stash of
prescription pills.

The ketamine? You think it's some kind
of drug scam?

Steph, get on with the pharmacy manager.
See if they've got any concerns over

drug stock levels. Mum.

And let's invite Miss Rosa Adiemi in for
a little chat.

Rosa. After a brief audit, the pharmacy
manager at the hospital expressed his

concern over the uptick in the
prescription of certain drugs.

Ketamine. Fentanyl.

Morphine.

Someone at the hospital has been
adapting prescriptions, changing

filling in scripts with fake names.

Ghost patients created by someone else.

They'll trace it back to you, Rosa.

So come on, tell us how you really knew
Gabby Fisher.

OK, I'll tell you how I think this scam
works.

You give drugs to Gabby Fisher, she
gives them to Lee Critchley and he sells

them on. Am I right?

Because fraud is one thing.

But you need to convince us you weren't
part of her murder.

What?

No, I only got involved to...

To what?

My dad.

He had an accident last year.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Got addicted to prescription pain meds.

Wanted me to help him get them.

But because I'm a pharmacist, he thought
I could just help myself.

But I told him that I couldn't.

Oh, you just let him suffer.

No, he found himself some dealer.

Lee Critchley.

You need to talk to him.

I never wanted to do anything wrong.

They all say that, but now Dad was on a
hook.

And when he couldn't afford more, he
told Lee what my job was.

And he put you and Gaby together.

I had nothing to do with her death.

You have to believe me.

Well, that fraud charge will stick, but
she's right. We need to find Lee

Critchley. You think he's done a runner?

Mum, I thought you'd want to know.

Fiona Rushton's back in the UK.

I've got an address for her.

Right. That's Rushton I talked to.

Aye. Put out a wider search for Lee
Critchie and let us know as soon as

got something.

I'd not spoken to Gabby in months.

Why? Were you avoiding her?

No. I had no issues with her.

Oh, really?

Not even when she moved in with you, ma
'am?

Into your old room?

It was between the two of them.

See, some daughters would have
questioned the time and money spent.

Resented it, even.

Mum has pretty firm views on us kids
striving for ourselves.

And I'm doing all right.

Oh, I can see that, Pet.

What about Gabby splitting up your
parents' marriage?

Who said she did that?

Jonathan?

Dad?

They were struggling long before Gabby
arrived.

Look, what she did was terrible,
deceiving everyone. But it makes sense,

suppose, as a way to keep Mum's
attention.

Have you been to see your mum since she
flew back?

No. Why?

Why? Because of what she's been going
through.

Grieving this lass and then discovering
she's been conned.

You're right.

I should go see her.

Now, we're sorry we dragged you back,
Pet, from Spain, was it?

Yes.

You've been abroad quite a few times
this last year.

Yeah, work, mostly.

And you're with that big law firm,
William & Beck, right?

I did an internship there, but I'm
starting as a trainee now.

Congratulations.

She's definitely hiding something.

Of course she is.

I mean, where's she getting money from
if it's not from her mum?

Those clothes in that flat aren't even
her. Only at her uni last year.

I'll get Steph to look into her
finances.

The trip's abroad.

Mark, what's up?

Joe, Helen Rushton's reporting an
intruder. You what?

When? Now.

All right, we'll meet you there.

Helen Rushton's just reported an
intruder in our house.

Are you receiving? Please respond.

You could be stealing anything.

Look, it's under control.

Right.

Mrs. Rushton? Do you copy? Please
respond. You've got to let me in.

What happened?

Well, there's a broken pane in the door
and someone going up the stairs.

Intruder's still inside. He's trapped in
a bedroom.

Is he armed? Don't think so.

Mark's in there trying to talk him out.

He's what?

Vera!

You can't go in there.

We are not actually in charge here, Joe,
as much as you'd like to think you are.

It's not safe to do so.

My God, there's no officers there.

You've got to come down now, Lee. I
can't. I'm stuck.

Lee Chrisley, ma 'am.

Oh, give me strength.

My trousers are caught.

So which one of you wants to arrest him
when he's at ground level?

Help! Get me down!

Well, breaking into that house wasn't
very smart, was it, Lee?

Not to mention getting stuck.

Were you worried about what Gabby might
have left behind?

I'm not really talking about.

Oh, an opportunistic break -in, was it?

Because it seems more likely that you
were watching the house.

Waiting for it to go out, and you
thought you had time.

That's what you were after.

Or maybe you were worried about these.

And we know you were in regular contact
with Gabby Fisher.

Who? Oh, Gabby McQuaid.

Come on, Lee. We know she'd been keeping
in your spare room.

And we know about the scam between you
and Gabby and that pharmacist.

You didn't even have a burner phone to
hide your tracks. It's a bit of a

schoolboy error.

Plus, we have you both on CCTV at the
train station on the day she died.

So did you follow her, Lee?

Did you hurt her?

No. What were you arguing about? About
her wanting to stop.

Stop what?

She didn't need all that anymore.

Because she was conning that woman.

Oh, so you knew she was conning her.

Yes.

But deep down, it wasn't about scamming
money.

Now, Gabby had this gap.

The one she looked after.

Be adored.

You know about it, sister?

Aye.

So when Gabby left home, she came
looking for you, did she?

And she needed a pair of ways, is that
it?

You think I pushed it into all this?

Listen, I was fine.

She's the one that needed cash.

Started suggesting things like signing
up for different doctor surgeries.

Oh, so you just helped her, did you?
Well, that's very noble.

Not so noble with Rosa, though, were
you? Keeping her dad on a hook.

Did Rosa know Gabby was faking cancer?

No. Gabby found it funny.

Rosa bought it.

I think it gave her the idea to pull the
same trick on that woman.

So you lost her to Helen Rutten?

Well, first she wanted to ditch me after
everything.

Then she was accusing me of ruining
things with the family.

What's that supposed to mean? She said I
told him something.

And had you? No.

I thought what she was doing was stupid,
but I never told.

So who was it who blabbed?

Come on, Lee.

Someone killed Gabby and you're saying
he had nothing to do with it. Of course

didn't, but I don't.

You don't what?

She hated the daughter.

I know that.

She had a big fight with you.

With Fiona?

We should hold him and check his
movements after Gabby left Newcastle.

right now, I'm more interested in Fiona.

She told us she'd had no contact with
Gabby for months.

Steph, did you check Fiona Rushton's
alibi?

I've been on her finances.

Well, check it.

Right, well, there was definitely recent
contact between her and Gabby.

What sort of contact?

An email to Fiona from one of the
accounts Gabby set up.

What? Well, as a message, it's weird.

Just an attachment.

Did Gabby say that?

Looks like it's been cropped from
somewhere.

Social media.

Fiona's got several feeds, but I haven't
found a match yet.

Well, why would she send that?

Exactly. Looks like it's supposed to be
a message in itself.

So tell us about her finances.

Well, Fiona didn't pay for those
overseas trips on her own.

See these payments into her account?

Well, they coincide with the trips, but
there's more than enough to cover travel

and accommodation.

Who's been making these payments?

I'm still chasing the account, Mum.

Mum, it's the morgue.

Deborah and Matthew McSwain have just
turned up. One of you, the body.

For allowing us.

It's good for us to get a formal
identification at last.

If we hadn't let her go, maybe.

Hey, hey, no.

No, I'm sorry, love. You told us that
Gabby had been involved in petty crime.

After her sister got sick, yeah.

No, it's just that she has been involved
in illegally obtaining and distributing

drugs.

Drugs? No.

No, there was nothing like that.

Look, I'm sorry.

Jenny, excuse us.

Imagine having to bury a second
daughter.

Flaming himself for it, too.

Did you ask them why they didn't search
for her?

Well, they'd already told us, hadn't
they?

She was trouble.

They were glad when she left.

So I've got this mate.

He's a local cop out in Berwick. Thought
it was worth giving him a call.

Had quite a story as well.

Well, let's hear it.

Yeah, so Gabby's mum used to help out
with the daughter of a friend.

Pick her up from school, give her tea
some nights, that sort of thing.

Anyway, anonymous call coming to the
police saying that Deborah was hurting

child. Yeah, but we checked.

There was no record of her being shot?

No, Mum.

Police had to look into it, obviously.

So the case was dismissed?

Yeah, no evidence at all.

The girl had been playing in the
playground and fell just before the tip

came in. She gashed her arm. It was a
total accident.

Plenty of witnesses around.

So, hang on, are you saying this
anonymous caller was Gabby? Well, it was

confirmed and she disappeared straight
after, but her parents thought so.

Maliciously accused her own mother and
then Scarlett.

No wonder they didn't go looking for
her.

OK, thanks.

The payments into Fiona's account came
from a Jonah Green.

And who's Jonah Green?

A senior partner at William & Beck.

What the firm Fiona works for.

The pay's too slow for you now you're
back in Newcastle.

I was up late throwing stuff out.

What, all back in crockery?

Connecting the Wi -Fi?

No.

Although you wouldn't be joking if you
just uprooted teenagers to a new city

hadn't sorted the Wi -Fi.

This your dad?

Aye.

We should really move him to our
hospice, but it just feels... Excuse me.

Sorry to keep you. Mr Green has made
himself available.

Oh, has he?

That's very nice of him.

She's had a charm bypass.

I helped Fiona get her internship.

I'm pleased she's now a trainee.

So why have you been giving her money,
love?

That's private.

Oh, I wouldn't go poking into private
matters if I didn't have to. But this is

murder investigation.

And I don't see the connection.

Because she was coy about her trips
abroad, and now you're hiding why you

spending her money, which makes me
curious.

Sounds like gossipy nerdiness, not
serious evidence gathering. Sounds like

rather come down to the station to talk.

Ah, come on, there's no need for that,
is there?

We can deal with this nice and easy.

Maybe at Mr. Green's home.

All right.

There's an arrangement between Fiona and
I. All above board.

An arrangement?

Made via a website.

This is like getting blood from a stone.

Show us the website and we're gone.

What is this?

It's a sugar in sight.

It's where young women can advertise
themselves to spend time with richer,

usually older men.

I see.

And that's the photo Gabby sent.

If she cropped it from that site, she
knew Fiona was sugaring. Aye, and I

how Fiona felt about that. I want her
brought in for questioning today.

Men want one thing.

This is quid pro quo.

To get what I want.

Oh, I want that, love. Some professional
advice.

Some money to offset my debt.

Flut a few luxury trips.

Everything's agreed.

Everyone is willing.

There's no me too here.

No, I'm not judging, love.

Really. But I'm guessing none of your
colleagues know about this.

Oh, your mam.

I thought it happened when my brother
asked for money.

Jonathan, what happened?

He crashed and burned.

So, if your mam's money tap is off,
well, it must have been hard for you to

Gabby everything she wanted.

I said I didn't care about Gabby.

You also said you hadn't had any contact
at all.

But that's not true, is it? Because
Gabby sent you that photo.

Because she found out about your sugar
and... I'd considered going back home,

OK, about a month or so back.

But Gabby was well settled.

Didn't want me ruining it. So what was
the picture? A threat?

Stay away or I tell.

She wanted my more to herself.

Well, that must have been terrible.

God, do you want to hear I hated her?
Well, didn't you?

Even if I did, it doesn't mean I'd hurt
her.

And that's what you're supposed to be
finding out.

Right? Steph, how are you doing with
Fiona's alibi?

Checked out, Mum. She was at work.
Plenty of witnesses flew to see him that

evening. Oh, and by the way, we can also
place a dad.

Tom? Mark spoke to a mechanic in his
garage.

They can vouch for him till five, but
they also suggested he'd more than

go to the Griffin for a few before
heading off. So he went to the pub and

the garage?

Yep.

Eyewitnesses and CCTV.

OK, so carry on with the family's
finances.

Now, Fiona said her brother asked Helen
for money.

I wonder what he wanted that for.

Speak of the devil.

D .I. Ashworth?

Sorry, you're with your mother and who
turned up?

Mum has asked you to go.

I didn't mean... I just wanted... You
need to leave.

It's true.

She's still in here.

My girl. With her, yeah?

And I wish she hadn't.

I wish I'd never met your daughter.

Do you want to know what it was like
looking after her?

I can't tell you. Because it was all
lies.

Your daughter was nothing but a
manipulative, deceitful... You produced

but a monster!

Come on, Pet. It's time to go. Come on.

I just... I just need a minute.

Get her a... A cup of tea. A sweet one.

All right, I'll go.

Can you give us a fiver? I'll get it.

Matthew's coming.

He's bought them for an overhaul anyway.

A cup of tea, please. Does he know
you've been to see Helen?

No.

Didn't even want to come yesterday to
see.

Gabby.

You'll be appalled.

Why did you go, love?

That woman was doing something I should
have been.

Looking after her.

Was she right?

About me raising a monster?

Oh, listen, love.

Your mum and dad always mess you up one
way or another.

But kids become adults and take
responsibility for their actions. You're

blame for what Gabby did.

You're not.

Come with me, dear.

He's here.

I'm sorry.

Mr. McSwain, a quick word.

Now, just before Gabby left home, there
was an accusation of abuse levelled at

your wife.

She was exonerated.

Completely. We know.

But was that the reason you never looked
for Gabby?

Even being accused.

Investigated.

People I heard.

Started looking at her differently.

Still do.

And the shame that that brought.

Bebs needed time.

And you?

I, uh... I hope we can find Gabby one
day.

If nothing else, I wanted to try and
understand how she could...

Won't happen now, will it?

Steph? Helen's company.

So I've looked at the accounts and
Jonathan Rushton's been managing the

recently. But I think he's been
mismanaging it.

What do you mean?

He's been funnelling money from the
coffee shops into a business in his

Provide catering and entertainment.

But it's dinking.

Not the boss?

Yeah. Hold on, Mum. Mark wants you.

Go on, Mark.

Mum? Freya Rushton's left a message
withdrawing her statement.

Oh, you're kidding.

She's now denying Jonathan was home all
day last Wednesday.

Now, why would a wife go and do that?

Hmm?

Go on, Mark.

Now, come on.

What's this all about, love?

You see, by withdrawing your statement,
what you're really saying is that you

lied to us the first time round.

I'm sorry about that.

Mm -hmm.

So why do us?

Hang on. So what are you now saying
happened last Wednesday?

Jonathan worked from home, then he went
out. A bit after four.

How long was he out for?

Two or three hours.

He wasn't back till after Jack's
bedtime.

Look, I have to... Where did he go?

Ask him.

So he was doing something, but you don't
want to tell us what. Why should I tell

you his dirty secrets?

He can tell you himself.

Where is he, love?

He's in the Griffin with his dad.

I'm done.

Let's go to the pub.

Why? How could you?

What's this all about?

He said come by. He started leaning into
us. Because I know the truth.

What truth?

He knew Gabby was a fraud all along.

And he didn't tell her.

Not Helen.

Not me. No one.

I just know what he's saying, man.

And you want to know why he kept quiet?
You want to know why?

Because he was sleeping with her.

He was sleeping with Gabby?

Thanks, love.

Are you really saying he knew Gabby was
faking cancer?

And he was sleeping with her?

Yes.

Freya told me.

How'd she know?

She's his wife.

She was sorry I'd lost mine.

What's that?

How's he doing?

Uniform. I'm going to see him home.

Now, what about this one?

He'll live.

What's happening?

Yeah, thanks, Pet. Bye, Smart.

I can't go yet.

Ah, well, that depends.

And what's your version of all this?

Well, he saw Dad.

He's drunk.

He was lashing out.

He said it was your missus told him
about you and Gabby. Things have been

difficult between me and Freya.

Money worries.

Really?

If she's got all of some nonsense idea,
it doesn't make it true. So you weren't

sleeping with Gabby then?

Of course not. Just because if you were,
I mean, you'd want her kept quiet.

You don't want her to keep it quiet?

Are you serious?

Throwing accusations at me when my dad's
the one punching people?

Why not look at him, eh?

Because he hasn't just lost his alibi
for the day Gabby died, Pess.

But we will bear in mind that you think
your own father should be considered as

a murder suspect.

Shall we?

I'll gather anything we've got on her.

We're running his car plates from last
Wednesday.

Cell site data too.

I want him and his message brought in
for questioning. First thing in the

morning.

Jonathan's ready and I've got Freya in
the other interview room.

Anything on her?

No. Squeaky clean and fully cooperative
today.

Volunteed access to her phone and
everything.

Right.

Joe, have you got any painkillers? Have
you not booked us through the dentist

yet? Well, I'm trying to solve a murder
here, in case you hadn't noticed.

There's some on my desk.

Sir, any chance I could sit in if you're
interviewing Freya? It's just I

haven't, you know, with her.

How long have you been here now?

Four months.

Well, then it's about time, isn't it?

Sure. Get ready.

What are you doing?

I feel so busy chatting, I thought I'd
get on myself.

So Jonathan says you're upset and
confused and you're angry about money.

No, that's not what's happening.

I know his business is going badly. You
talked about remortgaging the house, for

God's sake. So you are anxious about
money?

It's totally natural.

Worried about yourself, your son.

Fine, yeah, OK.

But that's nothing to do with what I
told Tom.

I'm sorting the finances.

It's not serious.

Pray I just worries.

Well, it's serious enough to siphon
money away from your ma 'am's business.

Here.

Here. Here.

How we run our company is a matter for
my ma and me. Except I'd lay good money.

She's no idea about any of it.

Taking money from her shop to feed a
failing side project.

Not her style, love.

And claiming your wife's hysterical
won't wash with me, pet.

So, why don't we have an honest talk
about you and Gabby?

How did you find out that Jonathan was
having an affair?

You really want the clichés?

OK, so you were suspicious.

So what do you do? You follow him?

Or follow Gabby.

Maybe it spiralled the two of you
forward.

What? No.

I suspected an affair, but not with
Gabby.

It wasn't until after he was... How he
reacted to that.

But how did he react?

He didn't want to talk about it at all.

Till it finally made sense to me.

Yesterday I confronted him.

And he denied it, of course.

Because I didn't know what I was talking
about. Didn't know the first thing

about Gabby.

Blurted out about her cancer.

How he'd known that had been a lie.

Well, that must have come as a shock.

It was a distraction.

Have you any proof of this affair with
Gabby?

You need proof?

Go find it.

I don't.

I know.

You seriously think I'll sleep with a
girl my mum took in?

After I knew Gabby was conning her?

That sounds ridiculous when you put it
like that.

So you won't be worried when my
forensics team go through Gabby's

To see if there's any evidence of a
sexual relationship with you.

What? Your clothes too, love.

Where did Jonathan say he went the day
that Gabby died?

He said he had to speak to someone about
Elan.

But from some kind of shady source.

So he wanted it kept quiet from you lot.

And you agreed?

But now you're worried about where he
really went.

And if he had something to do with
Gabby's death.

I... What?

No.

Because that's what we're worried about.

You do realise that we're investigating
a murder and not your husband's

fidelity?

It's a little bit he said, she said,
isn't it?

Mum, we've got an NPO in Jonathan's car
plus corroborating self -identity.

Well done, Mark.

Might you care to join me, D .I.
Ashworth?

Good work in there.

What's it? Your car was flagged on an
ANPR camera in Buton 1709 last

That puts you in the area that Gabby's
body was found on the day that she died.

And calls and GPRS data from your phone
corroborate the location. So if I were

you, love, I'd start talking and fast.

Okay. So when did you find out Gabby had
been taking her cancer?

About a month ago.

I just asked questions Mum never did.

Like?

Why did she really wear him into Mum's
life?

Why wasn't she on social media?

Then I looked up a consultant.

Found no record of him.

Ah, quite the discovery.

So why didn't you tell your family?

I had trouble believing it.

Wanted to talk to Gabby first.

Oh, so she threw herself at you, did
she? Begging you to keep quiet?

Or maybe it was the sex you were always
after. No, I never... You never what?

It was the money.

Money? Mam gave Gabby everything she
wanted.

Poor girl, vulnerable background, and
then the cancer diagnosis.

And you needed money for your business.

I'd ask Mam for a loan.

It hadn't gone well.

But if Gabby tried... Yeah, so you used
Gabby's secret to blackmail her into

helping you.

Do you really want to use the word
blackmail where she's concerned?

Yeah, but no money was forthcoming. But
you still had the affair.

She wanted it.

No, please.

Oh, hold up.

Now, he knew her secret, but by sleeping
with him, the power switched

right back to Gabby, didn't it?

So now you needed her to keep quiet.

Now, she's not here to ask Pet, so why
did you drive to Buton?

Gabby rang.

Asked to be picked up.

She didn't show. What was she doing
there? I don't know.

She was upset.

About what?

Something about things being ruined with
the family.

I thought Mum had found out about the
cancer.

So I drove to pick her up. She didn't
show.

You expect us to believe that?

Look, I drove to pick her up.

She didn't show.

So I rang her.

She didn't answer.

So I draw form.

Alone.

Well, he's lied to us repeatedly, he's
got clear motives, and we can place him

in the area.

Sounds pretty damning to me.

Aye, it does.

But he said he didn't know why she was
out there in the middle of nowhere.

Said she was upset and thought his mum
had found out the truth.

Now, if he really thought that...

And I'm inclined to believe him.

Why would he kill Gabby?

Everyone else is in the clear.

Helen, Fiona, Tom, Lee.

Everyone except Jonathan.

But that phrase.

What phrase?

Gabby accused Lee of ruining it with the
family.

And we all assumed she meant that he'd
exposed her con to the Rushtons.

But there's another family in there.

We've been looking at the wrong family.

Hello, Rose.

Quick question.

Who's releasing Lee?

Nope. For what, then?

Well, I just wanted to ask... Yeah?

If you'd contacted Gabby's parents.

Uh, her parents?

Mm.

Uh... Now, I can understand why you'd
want Gabby off the scene, Pat.

But personally, I think you can do
better than Lee Critchley.

But the heart wants what the heart
wants, and you want him, right?

Yeah.

Now, we know you accessed his phone,
read his messages. Now, was there a

on there for Gabby's parents?

When Gabby turned up, it was obvious she
was a landlord.

Lee said her family might be looking for
her.

So calling the parents would be a good
way to get rid, right?

I thought it was worth a try.

I took the number Lee had and called it
from my phone.

And what did you tell them?

I just gave him a number to call Gabby
on.

I told him she was in Newcastle and that
she was saying she was sick.

It was a short phone call. He hung up.

He? So it was the father, Matthew?

Well, how come we haven't been able to
trace any calls from the McSwain's?

Thanks, Beth.

Beth? What?

This call came in a week ago. Did you
trace it?

Yeah, yeah, I did trace it. It came from
some kind of boatyard.

Likely a wrong number.

Because this call is five minutes long,
so it's no wrong number, love.

And McSwain's missus said his boat was
in for an overhaul.

Find out if they do repairs and if his
boat was in. And if it was, when?

Mum. Right, let's get up there.

OK, thanks, Steph.

Good work.

What about McSwain's boat?

Well, it went into this place last
Wednesday to only just come out.

Well, we wasn't out on the sea the day
Gabby died.

Steph spoke to the boat builder.

Matthew asked to use the office phone.
He said his mobile was dead.

You stay here.

Oh,

me dad always wanted a boat like this.

Yeah. Not many of them left. No.

Why are you here?

Ah, because I need to ask you about a
lass called Sian Jordan.

She rang you, didn't she?

Told you where Gabby was.

Picked up. She said it was about my
daughter.

And she gave you a number to call,
Gabby.

And I did.

Eventually. And you rang from the
boatyard where this was being repaired?

I was worried she might not pick up if I
used my own phone.

And you arranged to meet her?

Yeah. Where?

There's a path we used to hike when the
kids were younger.

A quiet spot, all the way from Deb's.

Deborah didn't know?

After everything Gabby put her through.

I just... I just wanted some honest
answers.

Especially when... The girl who rang
said that

Gabby had been saying she was sick.

Did you know that wasn't true?

No.

That's why I wanted to see her.

What's worse, eh?

A second daughter with cancer or a
daughter who fake having what killed her

sister.

She tried spinning a story at first. Oh,
she was getting back on her feet.

Was sorry for what she put us through.

Until I questioned her about this
illness of hers.

And did she admit what she'd been doing?

No.

But she couldn't pretend.

Not to me.

She got angry.

Started saying that she was getting the
care and love that she'd never got off

me and Debs. Oh, which made you angry.

Of course it did.

How? Because we had loved her.

And there she was, play -acting at the
horror that Emma had gone through.

Polluting it.

And she went for me.

Screaming, shouting.

You're a total bastard.

She got everything.

We dare you.

Always. We did our best. I got the
leftover.

I scrapped her.

I was shaking. I was shouting.

Stupid, selfish little girl.

I pushed her and she fell over.

I didn't even help her up.

But she got up.

Yeah, of course she did.

I thought I'd come, but she was still
screaming at me, telling me that she

wanted me to go.

Get away!

Get away from me!

I never want to see you again.

I did.

I went.

I did.

Fine.

That's it.

Jamie, Gabby, that is it.

We have no daughter. You're dead to us.

You should have told us all this before,
love.

Oh, Deb, I couldn't know that I'd seen
Gabby.

Not that I'd had that chance, and then
that's how it ended.

And what difference would it make
anyway, eh?

Well... Well, I left her just for
someone to cover.

Except there was no one else, love.

Eh?

It was you.

You shouldn't have left her in that
state.

When you pushed her, the fall caused a
clot here.

And that stopped blood getting to her
brain.

Oh.

I'm sorry, love.

No.

Well, you look better than when I last
saw you. You know, just taking it one

at a time.

You need something?

My motor needed a service, and the MOT
is due.

Well, I want it in safe hands, love. Can
you manage it? Of course.

Can't leave her alone.

On a day at a time's good, love.

But I think your missus might need you
now more than ever.

I think you might be able to salvage
something from all this mess.

You think about it.

You're unbelievable.

Shorten your car before your tooth. No,
priorities, Joe.

Anyway, guess where you're dropping me
next?

Oh, why, the meter's running.

Everything go OK?

Well, thanks for waiting, Joe. Much
appreciated.

Can't have been that bad.

Oh, you're still numb.

Well, a quiet day for the rest of us
then.

I'm so sorry.

What she put you through.

No.

I can't see you being any worse a mother
than me.