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Don't do it, mate!

Don't do it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait,
wait!

Please.

Please, just leave me alone.

Leave me alone, please.

It's not what she wants.

- Alright?
- Forget it, just forget it!

- This is what we agreed!
- It's just...

Just take it easy.

Right? 'Cause she told me, no!

No!

No!

Fuck!

He's winning, come on!

Shit.

Amy, what're you doing?

I knew you'd come.

What about growing up?

Well, one day I was small,
the next, there I was.

Full size.

Just like that?

No...

Heroes?

Girlfriends?

First kiss?

No point.

Come here!

Where have you been?

I've been looking all over for
you.

It's cracked, Dad.

It's my fault, Jack.

I scared you.

Tell you what.

Why don't you look after it for
me?

Yeah?

Pint, and a tequila.

Make it two.

I don't want any of that weird
shit.

No weird shit here.

Scout's honor.

Cheers.

I got you a drink.

Is that some sort of joke?

Alright, suit yourself.

As you're not here to be
sociable...

- It's my wife, she...
- Doesn't understand you?

They said you'd help.

Who?

Who said?

Did he send you?

Look, I don't know what you
mean, look,

I just need your help, all
you have to do is talk to her.

"All."

"All, all you have to do."

Oi!

Let me guess.

- Get out?
- You were warned!

What can I say?

I must be psychic.

Are you sure about this?

I'll be waiting here.

Jack.

Jack!

Make yourself
useful, set the table.

I'm going out later.

Where to?

Nowhere you need to know.

It's ready, help yourself.

Come on, you twat.

Oh, not you.

Another twat.

Only here for a while.

Having the penthouse reworked.

That would explain why it
was so hard to find you.

What happened to your face?

- Bastard.
- Mike, stop it!

Get back here, what are you
doing?

Come on, what the fuck are you
doing?

I did what you asked.

Now, leave me alone.

Drank someone else's pint.

- If you need money, I could...
- Is that...

Is that why you're here?

A sudden pang of guilt or...

Has she finally pegged it, eh?

Some slow,
excruciating death by any chance?

I didn't come here to talk about
Mom.

We've moved back.

Martin took on a
partnership in town, so...

We're not far away.

Look, I'm sorry, I should have
called first or something.

Or not bothered at all.

Our address is in here, and some
pictures.

Billy's grown loads.

You wouldn't even recognize him.

Please, just...

Think about it.

Dad, Mom says it's time for tea!

Dad!

So how much of that did you
hear?

It's none of my business.

Don't give a shit, more like.

Is that what you want, me
to care about your life?

Well, it works both ways.

Look, don't you get the message?

I'm not interested.

I won't give up.

Sarah means too much.

Look at her.

Is trying to
come to terms with the loss

of her husband who,
despite reporting from some

of the world's most dangerous
hotspots, has been slain

just yards from his own home.

Well, you seem fit enough,

so I'm assuming it wasn't
natural causes.

Some sort of accident, maybe?

Or an attack?

Which means you weren't
expecting it,

and you have unfinished
business.

Stop me if I'm getting any of
this...

You already know all that!

Why else would I be here?

In her quest
to get to the truth.

Something in which Mark, she
said, would have supported...

I can't leave her like this.

Well, it seems to me you've got
no choice.

That's up to you.

- I need your help, Jack.
- Yadda, yadda, yadda, yadda.

You've got to help me!

Do I?

Please.

Please?

Oh, please.

What are you doing?

Sleeping on it.

- You could always say no.
- Like I haven't tried.

They never give up!

Why do you think
that you were chosen?

Are you taking the piss?

No, I'm just trying
to establish the ground rules.

There are no ground rules!

They do what they want and fuck
me!

So, they just turn up,

out of the blue without warning?

Turn up?

They never go away!

Fuck off!

Mark Lewis was known for
his high-risk reports

from war zones around the world.

The police are refusing
to say whether his death

is suspicious at this time,
although the area in which

Mr. Lewis died is known to
be part of a gang dispute.

Mr. Lewis's widow, television
presenter Sarah Lewis,

will, this morning, make a
heartfelt appeal for information

regarding her husband's death.

Mark wasn't a thrill-seeker.

He didn't do the job he
did and risk his life

for his own publicity or for the
plaudits.

He had a burning desire
to expose the truth.

I always knew his life was at
risk.

I accepted that.

But this...

Regardless to say, we
will use every resource

at our disposal to get to the
truth of this tragic incident.

Now, if someone out there
has any information,

relating to Mark Lewis's death,

it would be in everybody's
interest

that they contact the police.

Immediately.

Thank you.

He didn't do the job he
did and risk his life

for his own publicity or for the
plaudits.

He had a burning desire
to expose the truth.

I always knew his life was at
risk.

I accepted that.

- Sarah!
- Sarah?

- Sarah!
- Sarah, I have a question.

Can I ask
you a question, Sarah?

Sarah, is it
true what they're saying?

Just give her a bit of space,
guys.

- Can I help you?
- Package for Sarah Lewis.

I'll take that.

Sarah, is it
true he took his own life?

Sorry, come on.

Back off.

Come on, sorry.

Why would they say that?

It's just not possible.

He can't have taken his own
life, it's not in his nature.

But what if somebody wants
us to think that he did?

But why?

I'm guessing he made a few
enemies in his line of work.

"Rear of the year?"

That's just a bit of fun.

That's all.

So how do we stop the rumors?

Hard to say.

But that lawyer of yours
seems to know his stuff.

What are you doing?

These are my dad's!

Don't you understand?

Your dad's not coming back!

I hate you!

Couldn't help yourself.

Would you have left me alone?

Or are you just stalking
Sarah now?

Well, I hear she's recently
single.

It says here, you were a hero.

It's no good to me now,
is it?

What, they didn't teach you
jujitsu

at war correspondence school?

Shit, man, you need to lighten
up.

They're saying I killed
myself.

Why would I kill myself?

I had everything.

So are you gonna tell me what
did happen?

It all happened so quickly.

I was working late.

Editing a piece on Syria.

We were so close to nailing the
minis...

I called to tell her not to wait
up.

She seemed different.

On edge, somehow.

I don't know, I just
sensed something was wrong.

I cut through here.

They came out of nowhere,
like they were waiting.

Watching.

And I saw the light on.

And I knew she'd be there.

Waiting.

So when's the funeral?

You're a relative?

Oh, uh...

Just friend of the family.

Ask them, then.

He thinks you're a weirdo.

Well, he's not wrong.

Look, all they have to do is
listen.

Is that too much to ask?

They don't have to believe me.

They just have to nod politely,

think I'm a fucking
fruitcake, and move on.

And you believe in what
you're telling them?

Of course I believe it!

It's them, they're too busy
feeling sorry for themselves

- to see what I'm giving them.
- Which is?

Well, what do you think?

You tell me.

Well, I'm not
doing it for me, am I?

That's right, I forgot.

You're just the messenger.

Hiya.

She burnt everything.

Couldn't stop her.

Listen, Jack.

When I went away, when I left,

I had to do something,
couldn't take it anymore.

You understand that?

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I'd never do that.

Might help.

Just don't tell your mom.

Does Sarah believe
in life after death?

Does it matter?

When I show up with a message
from her dead husband,

how is she gonna react?

But you will talk to her?

If she won't listen, that's it.

You accept you're dead
and you leave me alone.

- Thank you.
- For what?

It's not like it'll make a
difference.

Where are you going now?

Police are too close, you'll
have to wait.

Well, what am I
supposed to do until then?

Stay with her, let her feel your
presence.

Keep out of your way, you mean.

Jack!

Shit!

Billy.

That's enough.

He's going through a stage.

New home, new friends.

New school soon.

So you don't miss the big city?

We thought a fresh start
could do us all good.

Right.

Has Martin stopped trying
to claw his way to the top?

He's the youngest partner
in the firm's history.

Oh, shit.

Oh.

I'd have bought a car or
something.

You might not believe
this, but I am happy.

We all are.

Wine, I need a glass.

Do you want some?

Only if it's the expensive shit.

How long have you been on that,
young man?

I thought we were cutting down
on this?

You know, blame me, I kind
of messed up the routine.

Is that really
necessary?

We're entertaining, aren't we?

Got to be polite.

For fuck sake!

Brilliant.

This is what happens.

We're skint.

He left us with nothing.

I've got bills piling up and
you,

you had this all the time?

- Dad told me not to tell you.
- Dad?

He left us, Jack.

- It was his choice!
- 'Cause of you!

Get in the house, now!

And don't ever let me
see you in here again.

Right, take this
upstairs.

Tell him to come down and be
sociable.

Okay.

I admit it.

I can drink too much.

And Martin can be a pompous
twat.

I'm really glad you came.

You nearly turned back.

I saw you.

- If I hadn't opened the door...
- Well, I'm here, aren't I?

Do you, I mean...

Are you still taking the
medication?

Well, I sell most of it to a
smack head

- on the ground floor, so...
- Jesus Christ, Jack.

They wouldn't prescribe it
to you if you didn't need it.

Yeah, like the world's
just that black and white.

Yeah, doctors, teachers,
lawyers, parents.

Yeah, you can trust them, right?

They'd never fuck you up.

Mom?

How is he?

Good, good, yeah.

We had a chat, ironed out a few
issues.

You'll see him in court in the
morning.

Did you tell him to come down?

I'm not forcing him, Emma.

So you're keeping him as far
away

from me as possible, then?

Actually, for some reason,
he wants to talk to you.

Obviously I tried to talk
him out of it, but when the

various forms of parental torture
I routinely use failed...

He's in his room.

- Jack, don't...
- What, freak him out?

From what I saw, he doesn't need
any help.

So you're into rugby, then?

Dad says it builds character.

I prefer football myself.

More skill, less violence.

Dad says you're not well.

He says you lie.

About seeing dead people.

Well, he's right.

About lying.

I never tell people the
truth, unless I have to.

I see things, too.

I see the boy.

The boy?

Okay.

You see the boy, what boy?

The one who drowned in the
swimming pool.

I know he's here.

He watches me.

Right.

And he never talks to you?

Sometimes.

Whispers things.

Tells me to do stuff.

Like chucking the game
controller on the floor, eh?

Why would he tell you to do
that?

Doesn't want me to live here.

Doesn't want me to go to the new
school.

Says I won't fit in.

Not like the rest of them.

Hey, you know what I
said before about lying?

- Ignore it.
- I know.

Everything you say is the truth.

And I don't do things to hurt
people.

It happens and there's nothing I
can do.

But you can, Billy.

Do what I didn't.

Say no.

Proper no.

Big, in your face, no way, Jose!

- To the boy?
- Yeah, to the boy, yeah!

Listen, you don't have to do
anything you don't wanna do.

Could have it back.

If you want.

I'll tell you what...

Why don't you look after it for
me?

Alright.

Will you come again?

Yeah.

I'd like that.

Dad?

Dad?

How was he?

Ah, you know, talked a lot about
rugby.

You must be very
proud.

What, that he takes after me?

Could be a lot worse.

He challenged
speculation that Mr. Lewis

may have taken his own
life and stressed that

for all intents and purposes...

- I should go.
- Nonsense.

You're here now, let's catch up.

Come on, more wine.

And reiterated the
appeal made by Mark Lewis's

widow Sarah for anybody with
information to come forward.

What police must consider
now is the possibility that...

Great!

This cowardly deed
may well

have been orchestrated.

Hey, you're on the news.

Do the job he did and risk his
life...

Poor guy.

Survives all that conflict.

Only turned up in this shit
hole with his wrists slashed.

Sorry, who said anything
about slitting his wrists?

It was on the news, wasn't it?

Well, it better fucking not have
been.

We've got an injunction on
the details of the crime.

They can't report anything
without going through me first.

You can't stop people from
talking.

Yes, I can!

This has gotta be managed
carefully.

Sarah's a high-profile victim.

Right, and what was Mark?

I can't represent the dead, can
I?

Right, better get on to the
office.

See how this fuck-up happened.

Shit.

Sorry.

It's been great, but I should
go.

- I'll call you a taxi.
- No, no.

The air will do me good.

Clear my head.

In everybody's
interest

that they contact the police.

Immediately.

Thank you.

Three, two, one.

A mere seven days after
signing a landmark arms deal,

this is devastating
news for the government.

A group of insurgents appears to
have

taken over the embassy.

So far there have been reports

of at least four British deaths.

Back in London, MPs are
calling upon the Prime Minister

to counter claims that
his office was made aware

of a possible coup more
than two weeks ago.

She's pregnant.

Shit.

Oh, god, that's why she
was funny on the phone.

She really did have
something to say to me.

A baby.

I wouldn't get too used to the
idea.

I think your nappy-changing days
are over.

Now she's on her own.

Without me.

Do you admire
Mark for what he did?

Yeah, well, he's dead,
isn't he?

See where bravery got him.

Some might think
that he encouraged danger,

doing what he did for a living.

"Stand your ground,"
isn't that what they say?

"Don't show them you're scared."

And?

Oh, fuck!

Fuck, fuck!

Fuck!

Why put yourself in
danger in the first place?

Maybe I wanted to put
myself in Mark's shoes.

See if I'd do the same.

But what about Sarah,
the one left suffering?

She's a victim in this, too.

And I love a good victim, me.

Especially a fit one I
can have a toss over, eh?

What I'm saying is, it must
be handled with due diligence.

This is a high-profile murder.

That remains to be seen.

Alright, either drop the
conspiracy theory crap,

or hurry and prove it, but either
way, I want no more leaks.

My client has her profile to
consider.

And I have a dead body to
consider.

I take it there are still no
witnesses.

Some names were flagged up by
the appeal.

A neighbor claims to have
seen a gang of youths

running from the scene.

So what's new?

We've got some footage,
they were all wearing hoods.

Great, three million quids worth
of CCTV,

and all they have to do is wear
hoods.

Does he look familiar?

Should he?

Who is it?

It's my brother-in-law.

And what, are you saying
he's connected to Mark Lewis?

He has a habit of getting
involved in things he shouldn't.

Death, funerals, mainly.

I'm sorry, we don't do requests.

Christmas must be a hoot in your
house.

Thanks for your time.

Where are you going now?

Please leave me
alone.

Is that what you want,
to care about your life?

You've got to help!

I'd never do that.

Unless police strive to
motive for the attack,

not to mention apprehend
those responsible,

we can only imagine Sarah's
terrible loss,

and admire her bravery.

Sarah, great to have you here,
as always.

Thank you, Geoff.

I first of all would like to

thank everybody who sent cards,
messages, tweets and so on.

I really, really appreciate it.

And I understand you're
here today, Sarah, to appeal

to the public for any
information that they may have.

I urge anyone who might
have seen or heard anything

that night to please come
forward,

because we, we must do
everything we can to bring

the people responsible to
justice and help the police.

I don't blame her.

Oh, how brave, after
all she's been through.

Has she set up the Mark Lewis
Victims support group yet?

I understand, it's all that
matters.

Yeah, well, you can tell her
yourself.

That is if you still wanna do
this.

I mean, you might wanna follow
the light,

or whatever the fuck it is you
do.

Why would I do that?

Well, 'cause she still has a
life.

Maybe you should just let her
live it.

All I wanna do is say goodbye.

Alright, well,
it's your funeral.

What could you
possibly hope to achieve?

Well, I promised, didn't
I?

- Mark Lewis?
- No, Gandhi!

He's in here, too, he's
trying to turn me veggie.

You use sarcasm a lot as
a defense, why is that?

Am I getting close to
something...

Just shut the fuck up, alright?

Just shut the fuck up.

The girl in the car accident.

The man who threw himself off
the bridge.

You went to their funerals and
others.

- Is there a point to this?
- You tell me.

You're the one who's drawing
attention to yourself

by turning up with messages from
the dead.

Why are you making it so public?

Jack, who is this about?

No one can say what
desperation he suffered.

But what we can all do is
remember John

for the good things he gave us.

Loving husband.

Devoted father.

Good friend to many.

His loss will be deeply felt
by all of those who knew him.

Friends and colleagues,
and of course, his family.

Our hearts and prayers go out to
them...

At this most difficult time.

Come here, you.

Out!

- Dad!
- Shh!

- Get out!
- Dad, please!

Come on!

How can your dad talk
to you when he's dead?

Do you hear me?

Dead!

Why are you doing this?

Who are all these people?

Oh, you were well known.

A hero.

Maybe they want a piece of that.

Don't you wanna know
how much they cared, eh?

What a top bloke you were.

Almighty God,
to take out of this world

the soul of Mark Lewis.

We therefor commit his body to
the ground.

Earth to earth, dust to dust.

What am I gonna say to her?

Your message, your words,
that's how it works.

Just try not to make me
look like a total twat.

I can do that for myself.

But what if she doesn't believe
it?

I mean, look at you.

You're a mess.

Why would anyone believe what
you say?

Well, so much for being your
only hope.

All I wanna do is tell her I
love her.

That I will always love her.

Right.

Let's go, then.

Wait.

Hey, wait!

Where are you going?

Hey, listen!

You can't just go steaming
in, what's she gonna think?

So what, you think you
can just change your mind?

Just like that?

For fuck sake!

Why did this happen
to such a benevolent,

- caring, dynamic...
- Shit.

One who had so much to
live for.

Who's that?

I'll deal with this.

Why?

That we might pose such a question
underlines the gravity...

You turn up uninvited and
you won't leave me alone

until I talk to her, well, this
is it.

This is me about to talk to her.

You won't have to wait long,
just until I,

- we can be alone with her!
- Oh, yeah.

'Cause she's really gonna let
me get that close, isn't she?

This is the only chance I've
got.

Tonight, at the flat,
she'll be on her own.

- We can talk properly.
- How, how, knock?

"Excuse me, message here
from your dead husband."

She'll be on her own, Jack!

There won't be any trouble
this time, I promise!

Excuse me, sir.

Jack, isn't it?

DCI Keane.

Have I done something wrong?

Who were you talking to?

Me? Uh...

Well, there's no one else here,
is there?

Unless you can see them, too.

Did you know Mark Lewis?

Only what I've seen on the news.

Then you'll know that this is
his funeral.

Aye.

Wow, there's no flies on you.

So why are you here?

You know, I keep asking
myself the same question.

And?

Morbid curiosity.

Fresh air.

Why, have I done something
wrong?

I've read your file, Jack.

Great, so we're all on the same
page.

Stay away.

Do you hear me?

I will take you in.

- Suppose a pint's out...
- I'm warning you, Jack.

Take that as a no, then, shall
I?

You ever had something stuck in
your head,

something so deep that it
taints everything you do?

And you can pop as many pills as
you like,

and you can neck shot after
shot, but it won't go away.

It just sits there, waiting,
feeding off your hate for it.

Alright, and then when the time
is right,

just when you think
you're about to explode

with frustration, it offers you
a way out.

- Some form of relief?
- For a while.

I've heard that before,
mostly from addicts.

It's a form of denial,
it's a way of externalizing

- your own powerlessness.
- Oh, right, right.

So you think I'm a coward, is
that it?

That I'm running away?

No, I don't think you're
a coward, I am saying that

it is possible you're
encouraging these events.

So what, you don't
believe me?

I believe that you think that
you're telling the truth.

There's a difference.

I'm better on my own.

At least for the time being.

I just want to be on my own.

I appreciate the call.

I've got to go.

Sarah?

Who is it?

Just let me in, I can explain.

I'm a friend of Mark's.

Mark's dead.

We buried him.

You know that, I saw you at the
funeral.

Yeah, yeah, look, it's a long
story.

Just go away.

- You're scaring her.
- Yeah, no shit.

And there was me expecting
canapes.

This was your idea, remember?

Who are you talking to?

Is there someone there with you?

Look, I know this is weird,
right?

Nobody thinks so more than me.

I actually don't wanna be here,
Sarah.

Then go.

Leave me alone.

I've got a message.

A message.

A message from who?

From Mark.

Right.

If you don't leave right
now, I'm calling the police.

He just wants to say goodbye,
alright?

You're sick.

I've got the phone in my hand
right now, I'm dialing, okay?

Look, look, look, stop,
Sarah, if you just please...

- It's ringing!
- Just hear me out.

And then I'll go away.

Why are you doing this to me?

Say something.

Prove it, then she'll know
you're telling the truth.

Like what?

The baby.

Just do it, tell her!

He knows about the baby.

Sarah?

Are you okay?

I was gonna tell him.

I was waiting to tell him, I
swear.

How...

How can you know?

I saw you in the window from the
street.

And I recognized...

I saw the signs, Mark was with
me.

I thought he should know.

And that night, he took
a shortcut to save time.

All he could think about was
you.

He could sense that you had
something important to tell him,

something that would change his
life.

- Why are you saying all this?
- Just tell her I say goodbye.

She doesn't need all the details,
she believes you, that's...

- He didn't kill himself.
- Jack, stop!

Whoever killed him, whatever the
motive,

he didn't kill himself, he
loved you too much to leave you.

And he just wants the chance
to say goodbye, that's all.

Do you believe me?

Do you believe me, Sarah?

Yes.

It wasn't meant to happen.

I didn't mean it.

What?

No, don't blame yourself,
nobody thinks that.

I hadn't spoken to him in weeks.

It was madness.

I can't tell you how much...

I hate myself.

Why? I don't get it.

I was gonna do something
about it before he got back,

and then he just showed
up and I couldn't and...

Then he...

Sarah.

Sarah?

And now you...

Come here...

And you're telling me he
knows about the baby.

Why say goodbye?

If he knows I let him down, why?

To punish me.

What?

No.

No, Sarah.

No, listen, he loves you, right?

And he'll be waiting for
you, this isn't the end.

Sarah, listen, this isn't the
end!

Of course it's the end.

It's not his baby.

What?

Sarah.

Sarah!

Sarah, tell them!

Please!

Sarah!

What else can I do?

You're out of control!

Don't let them take me,
I'm sorry, I'll be good!

- Come on, Jack.
- I promise!

- Come on.
- Mom!

Mom!

So why were you there?

No comment.

First the funeral and now this?

You got a thing for
Sarah Lewis, is that it?

No comment.

Or is it stalking bereaved
widows, is that your thing?

Jack, is that your thing?

Are you really that sad?

Are you?

No comment.

What do you really know
about Mark Lewis's death?

Did you kill him, Jack?

Me?

I'm just the messenger.

You know what you are?

You're sick.

Yeah, so they keep telling me.

Now, this medication
you're on.

How would you say...

I hope you're not interviewing
my client

without representation.

Just having a chat, while
we were waiting for you.

- What are you doing here?
- What's it look like?

Would you give us a moment?

I'd like to chat with my client.

Five minutes.

Turning up at funerals is one
thing, but this too much...

Oh, you know nothing about me,
alright?

Emma tells me you're
selling your medication.

Why, are you looking?

Alright, I can't help you
if you won't help yourself.

- I don't want your help.
- Then get reassessed.

- Let the doctors do their job.
- Oh, yeah, right!

So you can get me out of
the way, get rid of your

mental brother-in-law who's
fucking up your career.

- This isn't a conspiracy.
- Please, you never liked me.

What's to like?

Cheers, mate.

It's what it does to Emma,
none of this is her fault.

Yet somehow it's always her that
suffers.

Really?

You think?

You can't keep pointing
the finger at others, Jack.

Grow up, take control of your
life.

Right.

Why didn't I think of that?

Your dad sent me.

- Said you'd help me.
- Look after it for me.

He said you were a good
boy.

You will help me, won't you,
Jack?

Listen, Jack,
I had to do something.

Wanna make your dad
proud.

He has an obsessive streak.

In and out of psychiatric
hospitals all his life.

Fixates on things.

Yeah, other people's deaths,
mainly.

He should be in permanent care.

He's not safe to be on the
streets.

Look, he's agreed to be
reassessed.

I'll get you a psych report
and we'll take it from there.

Alright?

What would you charge him with
anyway?

Lest your new business
partners know about it.

I'm thinking about my family.

We've been through enough.

I don't need this right now.

It was him.

I saw it.

At the funeral.

He couldn't take his eyes off
her.

It was him.

Geoff.

They've been fucking.

All this time.

God.

Why did you have to mention the
baby?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, hang on, hang on.

You insisted, remember?

All I wanted to do was say
goodbye

and you screwed it up.

Actually, with respect, I think
Geoff did the screwing up.

Look, I did what you asked,
right?

How was I to know she'd listen?

You were supposed to make things
better!

Seen this?

Keep an eye on him.

If he tries anything
stupid, you call me, right?

This not enough, then?

She made a fucking mistake,
alright?

It doesn't mean she's not
hurting.

It doesn't mean she doesn't love
you.

Jesus Christ, I mean, you were
apart!

She was vulnerable, shit
happens!

So I asked for it, is
that what you're saying?

I told you to let it go,
I told you from the start,

but no, you wouldn't, you kept
turning up,

begging me to help, alright?

Huh?

Okay, well, you win!

I fucked it up, clearly!

Fucked it completely up!

Everything's my fucking fault,
clearly!

You fuck, fucking, god!

Sort your life out, right?

A desire to
help someone in distress

is a normal emotion.

Sometimes the boundaries just
get blurred.

I don't wanna help
people.

I want to get rid of them.

Then you have to draw the line
somewhere.

It's your life and no
one can do it for you.

Look, why don't you just
stop this and section me?

It's what he wants, right?

- Who are you talking about?
- Martin.

You've been talking, he's
the one pulling your strings.

So...

Dave's been very good.

Emma's got herself a new
boyfriend.

So it's just the three of us.

Should be glad he's
prepared to take us on.

Especially after all this carry
on.

It's not as if I'm too
old to start again, is it?

And you need a positive role
model.

Where had
that hound of mine got to?

You don't have to sit in
here if you don't want to.

We have a private room for you.

Wait, what did you just say?

Losing your father at such an
early age

can't have been easy.

He didn't wanna go.

How do you know?

It was her, she drove him to it.

Be good, yeah?

I thought I could hear
him breathing, like,

quick, shallow breaths.

Dad, Mom says it's time for tea!

Dad!

And you blame yourself for
not getting there sooner?

I, I shouted out for help.

I screamed at the top of my
voice.

You do know that you're
not to blame, Jack?

It's not your fault.

Dad!

I held onto his legs to try
to take his weight, but,

he was too heavy, I couldn't
lift him.

Mom!

Mom!

The way she looked at me.

Like I was...

Pulling him down, trying
to finish him off.

But he was my dad.

I loved him, I always loved him.

That's when the voices started?

Yeah.

But not just voices, I
mean, I can see them.

Clear as you sitting there.

Your dad was the
first.

It was like he was still there.

Only, only better, because
I had him all to myself.

And when he left, when he went
away...

I knew he couldn't take anymore,
I understood that, but...

He only left because of her, he
hated her.

Did he, Jack?

Or did you?

I miss him, too.

Alright if I come in?

Yeah.

He found the body, the shock
forced him to withdraw.

His only way of functioning
in the outside world was

to create a number of
personalities, each designed

to cope with a different
aspect of his own psyche.

- Being the voices?
- Mm.

He believes that they're dead
people

turning to him for help.

And that's why he's
drawn to violent deaths?

He has an inerrant desire
to help the grieving.

To give them the comfort
that he never found.

Does he know he's doing it?

To an extent, yes.

He records the news, he reads
the reports of their deaths.

Filling in the gaps till
the point that he believes

he knows them intimately,
that they're with him and

that they need his help.

Why?

Because he thinks it'll
bring his dad back.

I feel better.

They say once they've
assessed your medication

that you can go.

We were thinking maybe you
could come and live with us?

Martin, too.

Look, I know that...

I know that we let you
down, I know that...

I let you down.

It's gonna be different this
time.

I promise.

I promise, Jack.

You've gotta help.

You've gotta help me, Jack!

She's taken an overdose!

I don't want to know.

- She's taken an overdose!
- I've had enough.

- Leave me alone!
- Is that it? But she'll die!

Yeah, well, then you two will be
together!

Is that so bad?

I mean, for fuck sake, she's
having someone else's baby.

She's not the first, she won't
be the last, so what, what?

That makes her, what, damaged
goods?

No, I want to save her!

Despite all of this, I still
love her!

What is it, Jack, what do you
see?

Please, you've got to
help me.

I want her to live, Jack!

- Shut up, shut up, shut up.
- Jack who are you talking to?

All the times you were given
messages and nobody listened.

She believed you, Jack,
that's why she's doing this.

She believed you, Jack!

- She needs help!
- Who?

Who needs help?

- Who?
- Say her name!

- Just say her name!
- Sarah!

Sarah Lewis, Sarah Lewis.

She needs help.

Sarah Lewis.

Sarah Lewis, Sarah Lewis needs
help.

Send someone round, send someone
round!

She needs help, she needs
help, she needs help!

- She needs help!
- Jack...

Sarah Lewis, she needs help!

She needs help!

Alright, alright, alright, she
needs help!

So send someone round, she needs
help!

She needs help, she needs help!

She needs help!

Guys, guys.

Hello, can you hear
me, hello?

I'm not gonna be back for
a few more weeks, babe.

I'm so sorry, but this is bigger

than I ever thought possible.

As much as I love you,

it's best you don't know
for your own safety.

What we've uncovered, god,
it goes right to the heart

of our fine and noble democracy,
high-ranking officials,

the judiciary, even the police
force.

It goes all the way back to...

I'll tell you about it
when I get home, but this,

this is gonna change everything.

After this, I promise, no more...

How could he know?

Coincidence.

Something she did or said
the day he confronted her.

We'll never know.

Well, whatever he did, he saved
her life.

What if it's true?

What if it's always been true?

For Jack, it is true.

I'm still here, Jack.

Whenever you're ready.

Billy asked me to give you this.

Said you might want it back.

You looked after it for me.

- How long will he be away?
- For good, I should think.

Here, that should cover what he
owes you.

More trouble than he's worth.

Shouting an banging, all hours.

I'll get this place clean
as soon as possible.

Hi.

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