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He's dead because of me.

I'm not going to wreck my life feeling sorry for him,

not after what he did to me, I was his punching bag.

Our whole family is carrying this

and you're, what, just shrugging it off?

I'm not shrugging it off.

Bet you weren't expecting to see me in this town ever again.

I was actually. It's in the Tribune.

Were you fucking my husband?

He came here to talk.

You're saying Frank wanted to leave me so he could get better.

- The baby's coming! - No. It's not coming.

It's not coming till we get to the hospital.

(GROANS)

- I know she's not mine. - Jim...

I brought that little girl into this world

and I'm not walking out on her now.

I'll change my story for the cops.

- Look who dropped by. - Jim, can I have a word, please?

The case, it's collapsed.

I've been demoted for costing the department so much money.

- (BLOWS WHISTLE) - Cops are all the same.

You just beat the shit out of kids for fun.

You're all just like Terry Harris.

How do you know Terry Harris?

Mum! Bev is moving into this house slowly but surely, I know it.

Speaking as a father, it is very important that I be present

during these formative years.

Would you listen to this?

If you two have a problem,

you need to work this out on your own for once.

Thank you.

See, even Mum believes that Bev and the baby should leave today.

Uh, that is not what she said.

- Uh... it was in the subtext, dummy. - Mum!

Listen, if you have a problem, you need to talk to each other.

It's that simple.

Well, it would be if her highness here didn't keep bossing me around.

I don't give a shit. I can't fix this for you, OK?

I can't fix anything!

Terrific.

So, we're all agreed that Bev and the baby leave today.

Hey, Jim, Frances just said "Ho Chi Minh City."

What?!

Oh, Mum.

I really was a stunning baby, wasn't I?

- Synced and corrected by chamallow - - www.addic7ed.com -

- Look, you're not in any trouble. - I know I'm not.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I just want to know how you know Terry Harris.

I don't have to talk to you.

What are you doing?

Sticking with you until you answer my questions.

- And believe me, I have got all day. - This is harassment.

- Hey, are those your mates? - So, what if they are?

Imagine how excited they're going to be

when they work out that I'm your new best friend.

Hey, yo, fellas.

Surf's pretty cowabunga today, yeah?

- Hey... - Is that the word?

- Cowabunga or... - What are you... ?

I used to do shows in primary schools called Kops are Kool,

spelled with K's, which didn't make any sense to me.

But we used to finish that show with a big rap number.

And I swear to God, it's all coming back.

- No. - (BEATBOXES)

? Don't do drugs there are side effects ?

? Like tooth decay and birth defects. ?

OK, I'll talk to you.

Tubular.

- Oh, sorry, love. - No. It's OK. Wait.

Grandma...

... you know when Frank... when Grandpa died...

Yeah.

... how did you deal with the pain?

(SIGHS)

I just drank myself stupid.

Did it work?

Well, I can't remember much of the time, so I guess so.

No.

I think it was a way to deal with it in the short term,

but in the long term, it just... it made things worse.

G'day, Simone.

You're looking well.

So are you.

Didn't expect to see you again.

Yes, we decided to stay.

Do you think staying is a good idea?

Well, the case is closed.

Huh...

I can't get this thing to work.

I should quit anyway.

You know, I read somewhere that every cigarette

shortens your life by 11 minutes.

Hmm.

I don't think you can fix it.

I can fix it. I just have to keep trying.

I can make anything happen if I put my mind to it.

That must be very tiring.

What do you mean?

Well, life is so...

... unpredictable, Simone.

People are unpredictable. (CHUCKLES) Take it from me.

Why can't I fix this fucking thing?!

(WATER TRICKLES)

(SOBS)

Dad?

- Arrgh! - (BABY CRIES)

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

Hey, man.

I got three sixpacks of beer and a bottle of rum.

- Is that going to be enough? - I thought the same thing.

So I grabbed a bottle of vodka and some black Sambuca.

- Should be enough. - That's like an entr�e for me.

- Can we mix those? - Yeah. It'll be lovely.

So, why the change of heart?

Just feel like getting out of my head.

(CHUCKLES) Gnarly.

And I told my parents I'm staying at yours tonight.

Dude, let's get messed up.

Yeah.

So, what took you so long?

I had problems with my ID.

Unfortunately, the guy in the bottle shop wasn't racist.

He knew the picture wasn't me, called the cops.

What? The cops.

So... so, what happened?

I just owned up to it.

Cop just laughed.

- Let me off with a caution. - He let you off?

Yeah, so I got all this from my parents' restaurant.

Have half a mouthful of Sambuca and half a mouthful of rum.

It's delicious.

(URINATES)

(WHISPERS) Hey...

- Don't flush the toilet. - What?

Frances is asleep, so don't flush the toilet.

Jim, that gigantic baby has been screaming all night.

Why are they still in our house?

She fell asleep on my bed

and I didn't want to move her in case I woke her.

- And then Bev nodded off. - I don't believe this.

And then she woke with trapped wind. Frances, not Bev.

I've only just got her back to sleep.

So please, just don't flush the toilet.

Jim, I have barely slept. OK?

- I've got a massive day tomorrow. - Yeah. So do I.

Gotta find bigger teets for feeding Frances.

Yeah. And I've got to get a job.

Why don't you just go back and work for Christos?

(SIGHS) I've got so much to do. OK?

I've got to enrol the kids in school.

You know, I want to put down some roots for them,

give them some... stability.

(EXHALES LOUDLY)

- Yeah. - Oh...

You know, as a father,

I... I completely understand what you're talking about.

I mean, kids. God...

They drive you crazy, but they are so worth it.

Would you just get out, please? OK, I've got to...

What?

Wipe.

Hey, hey, Sammy. I'm a daddy to a little girl.

- I've seen it all before. - Get the fuck out.

OK. Alright.

Oh, just remember, wipe front to back.

It's more hygienic that way.

(SNORING)

Hi, Bo.

(MOANS)

Uncle Jim.

Oh... classic.

You guys snuck out and got slaughtered. That's awesome.

(LAUGHS)

Speaking as a father, I've got to say, I'm very proud of you both.

Tess, did you get in on this?

- No. - That's alright.

Your time will come.

What is that I can smell?

That...

Is that rum?

Brilliant. Black Sambuca.

Tess, come here.

Come on, don't be shy.

You see those little black trails there?

- Is that the Sambuca? - Yes. Very good, Tess.

I can't believe you guys snuck out and drank rum and black Sambuca.

And... beer. And vodka.

That's awesome! It sounds like the best fucking party ever.

It was just the two of us.

That's alright.

Still a good effort.

- Would you pass me the bin? - Yeah.

Tell you what, good thing your mum's out job hunting.

She would whip the old high horse out of the stable

and climb directly on it about this one.

Oh, no way.

You got on it! (LAUGHS)

- Oh, I smell rum and Sambuca. - She's so good at this.

- Who spewed first? - Bo vomited the moment he woke up.

Classic.

Speaking as a mother, this is a very big moment for you both.

- God, it makes me miss drinking. - Mmm.

So, who do we put in the shower first?

Why don't you just start with Bo and I'll get brekky ready.

My hangover special: prairie oysters,

Worcestershire sauce,

Tabasco and a raw egg.

(HEAVES)

Alright. OK, maybe I'll cook the egg.

Can I just...

... just have a minute?

Just...

We're all going to remember this day for the rest of our lives.

(GROANING)

So proud of you.

(HEAVES)

- Sammy. - Yes, it's me. It's really me.

What are you doing here?

I actually came to see Chris.

You'll have to wait. He's in a meeting.

Why do you want to see Chris?

I want to ask him for my old job back.

There are no jobs out there.

I've been looking for, like, an hour and a half.

Be awkward asking him after that big weird speech you made

where you called him a fat, delusional fuck stain.

I didn't mean it as a criticism.

Besides, I was a crucial asset to this office.

That bloody fax machine, eh?

This is the photocopier. Why aren't you going back to London?

Did your life not work out there?

- My life in London was great. - So why are you staying?

All you ever talked about was going back.

You know, it's nice to come back and visit family.

Must be pretty confident your stories will all hold.

What?

You were flown back as a witness

because your brother's story didn't add up.

Now the case has collapsed, so you must have got your story straight.

No, that's... that's...

How do you know so much... ?

My boyfriend was heading up the investigation.

- Your boyfriend's Darren Fairbank. - Yeah. He tells me everything.

I think you know exactly what happened to Terry Harris.

(LAUGHS)

I swear to God, I really... I thought you were serious then.

I am.

You're the most incompetent person I know

and you've got away with murder.

Do you know what? I'm going to go

and I might come back a little bit later to find Chris...

Oh, God.

- Sammy. - I was just going.

- She wants her job back. - No, I don't.

Are you Samantha Cooper? Terry Harris' neighbour?

- Who are you? - My girlfriend.

I'm Sandy McIntyre, Newcastle Tribune.

I would love to speak with you.

What do you want to talk to Sammy for? She's a fucking idiot.

- She really is. - I am.

Oh, well, maybe if you're in town for a while,

we could just catch up for coffee.

Why? The case is over.

Besides, I've got an election to win. Write about that.

I'll write about whatever I think needs to be written about.

How about tomorrow morning? We can meet up before you start work.

Hang on. I haven't hired her.

Oh, go on, Chris.

Just give her her old job back.

Yeah?

So? Tomorrow morning?

Great.

Walk me to my car, honey.

(MOUTHS WORDS)

Chris!

Do you want to get trashed after work?

Oh, yes, Jim.

- Morning. - Oh, Mummy.

I'm glad you're here.

Listen, there's been an incident,

Lenny and Bo snuck out last night and got shit-faced.

Now, speaking as a father and as a fellow parent,

I understand how very serious this is.

Well, how much did they have?

Rum, vodka, beer and black Sambuca...

... which is very disappointing.

So Bev and Tess are helping Bo in the shower

and Lenny's in the bedroom.

Oh, God.

Just tell them breakfast will be ready, uno momento.

Breakfast is ready!

What is this?

Well, Bo, it's just another one of my hangover specials.

See if you can guess the secret ingredient.

Squid. Bingo.

(LAUGHS)

Now, when you've finished your whole plate, young man,

I'll drive you to school.

What? No, I don't have a uniform.

- Borrow one of Lenny's. - You could borrow one of Lenny's,

but then you'd be missing out on the best part, the walk of shame.

You right, Jean? You look like you've seen a ghost.

- This is my fault. - No, Mum. Don't be silly.

They're kids. It's what kids do.

To be fair, I tend to do it myself from time to time.

Under usual circumstances so would I.

For a moment there he looked just like Frank.

Maybe you should go to AA tonight.

Don't worry, I won't be there.

They really took the fun out of binge drinking.

What did you do that for? I don't want to employ Sammy.

- Why not? - Because she's useless.

Oh, come on, have a heart.

And, you know, she needs the work.

Jeez, when did you give a shit about the unemployed?

(CHUCKLES) Touch�.

Also, in situations like this, most people don't want to be interviewed.

So this way, I'm not some kind of random journo.

I'm her boss's girlfriend.

She can't say no.

Oh, this is such a scoop.

- I'll see you tonight. - OK.

Yee-ho!

Bye.

- Chris. - You idiot.

- You moron. - I know. I'm sorry.

If I'd known that Fiona's dating a cop and you're dating a journalist,

I'd never have come here.

Didn't you think maybe we should keep our distance for the moment?

- I know. I just really needed a job. - Well, now Sandy's all over you.

- I tell you what, she won't let up. - Oh, you could fire me.

It would be weird if I do it now.

God, I just want to be free of your family's shit.

Yeah. I would also like to be free of my family's shit.

Don't worry about Sandy.

I'll just, you know, cancel or something.

You have to go and you have to appear normal.

Just appear normal.

I am normal.

Hey, can you give me a lift to school.

I'm enrolling the kids, like a normal mother would.

No. Because the less I'm seen with you the better.

Fine. Thanks, you prick.

Oh, I remind you, I'm your boss.

Oh, yeah. Well, you're gonna fire me anyway, so you know what...

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

- What? - Yeah.

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

(KNOCKS)

Good morning, Mrs Harris. Fairbank.

I know it's early, but I'd like to ask you some questions.

My husband's disappearance is a suspected suicide

- because of your failure to... - I have the same concerns as you.

You've been demoted. You shouldn't even be here.

I need to ask you some important questions in light of new evidence.

So, you're back to being a constable now?

- Um... yes. - That's embarrassing.

- I'm going to get going. - I'd like you to stay, actually.

Yeah?

The question I have is for both of you.

Um...

Was Terry ever violent?

There were times in his line of work

where I'm sure he needed to be rougher than usual...

I don't mean at work, I mean at home with either of you.

My husband was a highly respected officer and a very loving father.

I'm aware of that, Mrs Harris,

but I have reason to suspect there was a history of violence.

Who have you been speaking to?

A young man named Scott Drummond.

That boy was sleeping with my daughter, who was under age,

and got expelled for dealing drugs.

- You're taking his word? - I have to ask these questions.

- If it's true... - You're not asking questions,

you're besmirching the character of a missing man

who can't defend himself.

Abby, is there anything...

Don't direct this garbage at my daughter.

- If you'd done your job properly... - Abby, did he...

Get out of my house!

You have no authority to be here.

OK, Mrs Harris.

I'll be talking to your superiors about this.

Unbelievable. That man needs to be sacked.

Can you imagine your father running an investigation like that?

- Hi, Trish. - Sammy.

I like your earrings.

They're incredibly... pointy.

How can I help you?

Well, I just wanted to get some paperwork to enrol my kids.

You're not going back to London, then.

No. No. I thought we'd stay on for a little while.

Gosh, you enrol your kids here

and then you leave and now you're back and enrolling them again.

It's a very exciting life for your children.

Thanks.

Do you know what? I don't have any enrolment forms.

OK. When are you going to get some more in?

I don't know.

But maybe in the meantime you could apply to another school.

But I want to apply to this school.

There are some excellent schools around here.

Yeah. But my kids know this school.

- We're pretty full. - I'd like to apply anyway.

We're a crap school. I wouldn't send my dog here.

Look at those two pieces of shit. Not exactly world beaters.

- Trish, just get me some forms. - I don't have any.

I tell you what, I'll contact you when I get more forms in.

There is a shelf behind you that says 'applications'

and it is full of forms.

I can see it from here.

They're application forms for jobs here.

- Show me one. - No.

Alright. I'll come in and look myself.

You'll be trespassing on government property.

Fine.

(BOTH GRUNT)

(BOTH GRUNT)

Arrgh!

Alright, you lot. Get out of the way.

What the fuck?

Break it up! Release the grip!

Release the grip!

Alright. All of you, now, back to class.

Come on. There's nothing to see. Hey! Hey! Now, stop it!

Hello, Dan.

Sammy. You right, hon?

What?! She bit me.

- You broke my earring. - I'm sorry about that.

I'll replace it. Are there any shops around here

that stock accessories for skanky molls?

Alright. Alright. Hey, hey, hey.

I mean, hey, hey, hey.

- Alright? - I knew you were lying.

Alright. That's it. Come on, Sammy.

- I will escort her off the premises. - Thank you.

Ooh...

- (BELL RINGS) - What the hell, Dan?

That psychotic set of tits just tried to stop my kids enrolling,

and you're like, "Baby, what's wrong?"

I didn't say it like that.

You didn't even ask if I was OK.

Well, what do you expect? She's my girlfriend, not you.

Yeah. Well, your girlfriend is batshit crazy.

No, no, she's not.

I love her.

And I'm looking forward to probably

having to spend the rest of my life with her.

You sound really happy about that, too.

I am. She's a very nice person.

She was kind to my mum.

She helped me get my mum into a home.

I didn't know your mum's in a home.

Well, there's a lot you don't know, Sammy,

- because you keep doing runners. - Come on, Dan. You know...

You know I couldn't stay.

Sammy, you come back and then you go

and then you come back and you'll go again,

and you'll leave this trail of destruction behind you.

I know. I know.

Alright? And I'm just trying to give my kids some stability

after everything that they've been through.

Trish is right. Maybe you shouldn't send your kids here.

Yeah. But Lenny and Tess know this school.

They're young. They'll easily make friends somewhere else.

Are you joking? My kids do not easily make friends.

And why should I put my kids through that just for Trish?

Because it's for me.

Sammy.

Look, my life doesn't look great.

What are you talking about?

You've got a job and a house and a full head of hair,

which is rare for blond men.

I'm an ex-con PE teacher,

should have been a pro surfer.

Instead, I'm making kids play stuck in the mud.

I don't have many chances left, Sammy.

I could have a good life with Trish.

Come on, Dan. Settling for someone you don't love is not a good life.

I just don't think we should bump into each other.

OK, well, I'm going to do what's right for my kids,

not what's right for you and your new girlfriend.

You know, you shouldn't stay, Sammy.

You got away with it. Why don't you get as far away as possible?

Oh, God. Here she is.

Better go on back to your paramour,

she's got a bite on her like a mastiff.

I heard that.

That's because of your acute dog-like hearing.

I certainly did not expect to find you two at each other's throats.

Well, she jumped over.

G'day, Bo. You don't look well.

I need to go home. I've been sick.

I'll call your mum and tell her to come and get you.

Yeah. Whoof.

Do I smell Sambuca?

And squid?

- Me and Lenny got drunk last night. - Ah.

- Lenny as sick as you? - Worse.

No. He drank way more than me. I think he was crying at one point.

- Is he at home recovering? - Yeah, I think so.

Wait. No, he said something about going to the cops today.

I don't really remember.

Huh.

- What was he going to the cops for? - Dunno.

He was talking about feeling bad,

but that could have been the rum and Sambuca.

Whoo. Well, I hope you've learned your lesson.

Hey, uh... I'm going to head off early, go for a surf.

I thought you had classes this afternoon.

- It's PE. It's not like it matters. - True.

Oh, hey, don't forget, I'm out at Kim's baby shower tonight.

- Right. - That could be us soon.

If you'd stop insisting on wearing frangers.

Hey. Sorry. Sorry I'm late.

That's OK. If everyone's here, we'll start.

Whatever happened to that girl Bev?

No names, remember? It's anonymous.

- Has she had the baby yet? - Yep.

Oh, so you're a grandma again.

Could be many, many, many other men's.

Jean, you've missed a few meetings. How are you?

Hey, you said no names.

Um, I don't know.

I want to drink and drink and drink and fall down,

never get up again.

- What triggered that? - My husband.

If he was he now, what would you say to him?

I'd say it wasn't the ocean that killed you, it was me.

Because you needed to leave me to get better and...

... I kept pulling you back to drinking.

Guilt is pointless.

It is a rope that wears thin.

Guilt isn't pointless.

You can't change yesterday, but you can change tomorrow.

Yeah, but if you do a terrible thing, you should feel guilty.

Anger builds nothing and it destroys everything.

I think I need something a little stronger

than quotes from fridge magnets.

OK, then. You fucked up.

OK.

Maybe you are partly responsible for your husband's death

and you've drunk away over 20 years of your life.

The choice you have now is whether you wreck what time you have left.

You have a family and it is expanding.

- But it could be many, many, many... - Doesn't matter.

You can't change what happened to your family in the past,

but your future is in your hands.

We've discussed this, we don't do rounds of applause here.

Oh, sorry.

Hey, Lenny. Mr Atkins.

Bo said you might be here. You... you mentioned it last night.

I did?

Yeah. Um...

Do you want to go for a walk?

Being this close to a police station makes me nervous.

I just need to, um...

Your mum will kill me, but the best thing for a hangover is a beer.

Yeah? Come on.

Unless you prefer a Sambuca and squid.

- Aren't you even going to say hello? - I don't feel like it.

- Excuse me? - Nothing.

Is this about this morning?

If anyone should be cross, it's me.

I'm the one that spent all afternoon

writing a formal letter of complaint against Fairbank,

which I wouldn't have had to do if you'd done as you were told

and stayed away from Scott.

I'm very sorry you've been inconvenienced.

Don't use that tone.

- Why do you protect Dad? - What?

Well, you're writing to the police about what he was like.

Your father is missing.

He could be hurt. He could be dead.

- I'm relieved he's not here anymore. - Relieved?

You saw what he did to me.

- Your father loves you very much. - No, he doesn't.

He hit me. He took a belt to me, Mum.

You were a very difficult girl...

And you would do absolutely nothing about it.

... taking drugs and stealing from me, your own mother.

He never did it to you.

Is that why you looked away in case he'd turn on you

- and he'd start doing it to you? - That's not fair.

No. You know, what's not fair

is the fact that you saved yourself at my expense.

- Where are you going? Come back here. - Or what?

Are you going to smack me in the face like Dad would?

(DOOR SLAMS)

Where the hell were you last night?

I'm so sorry. I have so much to tell you.

You left me waiting outside the cinema looking like an idiot.

- How long did you wait for? - 25 minutes.

I ended up seeing it on my own.

I wasn't missing Field of Dreams for you.

- Was it good? - It was a whimsical masterpiece.

Look, please, just... can I explain?

- Explain it to your next girlfriend. - I think I figured it out.

This whole time I've been looking at adults

when I really need to look at kids.

You what?

Do you want a spam and Branston Pickle sandwich? I've got plenty.

This kid Scott was dating Terry's daughter, Abby.

- Terry used to beat Abby up. - What a piece of shit.

And Terry hated Scott, so Abby and Scott had to sneak around.

Guess how they did it.

- Wigs. - No.

Abby would tell her parents that she was going to the Coopers' house

to study with Tess.

Oh, that's better than wigs.

The afternoon that Terry went missing,

Abby was at Scott's covered in bruises

and Tess Cooper turns up panicked

because Terry is at the Coopers' house looking for Abby.

No.

This is the same afternoon a single gunshot was heard.

Bullshit.

And that is why the Coopers are lying through their teeth

trying to place Jim at the house that afternoon.

Because Sammy murdered Terry Harris!

What? No.

Because the Coopers are protecting the people who did it, the kids.

Oh.

What a satisfying conclusion.

I went to top brass this afternoon. They won't reopen the case for me.

I have to go rogue to keep investigating.

Well, hang on, you're not dropping the case?

What? No way.

But I think Terry Harris deserved it.

We don't just get to decide which people get murdered

and which people don't.

That's why we have laws.

But they're kids.

What? You're going to ruin everyone's lives for what?

For justice.

For the truth.

I'm not the bad guy here. I'm not leaving this case unsolved.

Columbo once let a murderer go

because the woman had a brain disease

and she couldn't remember doing it

and she was going to die soon anyway.

I'm not Columbo and I'm not Jessica Fletcher.

I'm Constable Darren Fairbank and I'm not stopping now.

You know what? I don't think I have enough

spam and Branston Pickle sandwiches for two.

- Where are you going? - Back to work.

I don't like Branston Pickle anyway.

(GASPS)

Oh, God.

Here, try some hair of the dog.

I know you want to confess,

but you need to think about what that will do to everyone.

- Has Mum told you? - Yeah. She told me everything.

I think. I can never be too sure with your mum.

You got that right.

Lenny, you will go to prison for this.

- You, your mum, your uncle. - I think we should go to prison.

What do you think prison is? A place to quietly reflect?

What would you know?

I was in for seven years.

They take everything.

And then when you get out, there's no magic reset button

that just undoes your crime.

What did you do?

It was much less than killing a man.

And it has followed me every day since.

If you confess, every person you meet, every job you go for...

... they'll all know that you killed a man.

So... What?

I just lie for the rest of my life. What? I act like it didn't happen.

Yes. That guilt is your punishment.

That is your payment.

And it is plenty.

You have to find a way to live with it

or you'll destroy your entire family.

Mr Atkins. Lenny.

Abby. What are you doing on this side of town?

I was just on my way to your house.

I have no-one else to talk to.

Why don't you talk to me?

I don't have anyone to talk to either.

I'll leave you two to talk.

Are you OK? What happened?

I just thought when you came back, I wouldn't be lonely anymore.

I'm lonelier than ever.

Me, too.

Everything feels worse.

I can't even turn myself in.

I just want to leave and start again somewhere.

- We could. - Yeah.

Why don't we?

- SAMMY: I can't believe he did that. - It's OK, I had a talk with him.

He's all good. I'm sure he'll be home soon.

OK, thanks, Dan.

And I really mean it.

- Why are you being condescending? - I'm not being condescending.

It's just the way I sound. God.

(SLAMS HANDSET DOWN)

Oh, shit.

Sammy, you surprised me.

I didn't hear you come in.

Really.

I surprised YOU

coming into MY house.

And that's my yoghurt.

Mum!

Your mum and Jim took Frances out.

Alright, Bev, you might have tricked my mum and my brother,

but I know exactly what you're doing.

Alright. What exactly am I doing?

You're using gigantic baby Frances as a Trojan horse.

I just stayed a couple of nights.

Yep. We both know it's not going to be

a couple of nights, though, don't we?

Yeah, well, you know, it's not exactly your house, is it?

It's my family home and you're not family.

So get your shit and go.

I don't think Jim would like that. He and Frances have really bonded.

(MIMICS)

Yeah, well, he can visit you any time. OK?

Now just finish up and get out.

Look, I just want to give my kid a nice home and stability.

And I'm guessing all you want is for me to lie about where Jim was

on the last day Terry Harris was ever seen.

You and I can both get what we want out of this.

- Here's your fucking yoghurt. - (DOOR OPENS)

You need to hold the bottle at a high angle, so she's not...

Aww!

Is that my little girl?

Yes, it is.

Hell... mwah.

Wow. You and gigantic baby Frances seem to have bonded.

Well, she is such a little sweetie.

Little?

I don't think I've ever seen you like this around babies.

Well, it's because you chose to have yours

on the other side of the world

and have nothing to do with us.

- Oh, great. We're back on that. - (PHONE RINGS)

That's great.

Hello. Coopers. Jean speaking.

Yep.

She's standing right here.

It's Fiona.

(MOUTHS WORDS)

Her boyfriend is that cop.

Uh... Yeah, hi, Fiona.

- Yes, sorry, she's out. - You said she was there.

Yeah. I know I said she was standing here.

I thought she was standing here,

but it was just the...

... fridge.

A big fridge?

No, I'd say it's a medium-sized fridge.

Alright, Mum, Frances is like a... like a puppy Rottweiler,

and I think what you've forgotten

is that her mother is a gigantic Rottweiler. OK?

She just threatened me.

Can we please let something good happen for a change?

After everything we've been through.

This kid's family now.

I mean, look at her. She's such a wubby-bubby little thing.

- Hello. - Eww.

I think I prefer you when you're shouting at me.

Fuck off.

Oh, hey, Lenny.

- Hey, Mum. - You alright?

Mm-hm.

Oh, hello.

- Jim. Jim. - (SNORES SOFTLY)

We've got to talk.

Where's Bev?

She's asleep. Everyone's asleep.

I love that sound.

- What's that? - Full house.

I remember when Dad died and...

... then you left and the house just sounded... hollow.

Like a pipe.

Or the centre of a toilet roll.

Do you want a hold?

Not really.

Jim, Bev has got to go.

OK, we're doing... Oh, Jeez.

Oh, wow.

She's...

... a fairly solid unit, isn't she?

Her foot's twitching. Lenny used to do that too.

Lenny's still my baby. I've got to keep him safe.

You know I used to be obsessed with Dynasty?

- Yes. - Do you know what Dynasty is about?

Yeah. It's a prime-time television show

that revolves around oil magnate Blake Carrington.

But interestingly, many of the plot lines

are centred on middle-aged women.

- And you don't get that a lot in... - It's about a big family.

And that's all I ever wanted, Sammy.

You know why I don't watch it anymore?

Because it was cancelled in May.

Because I have a family of my own now.

Lenny's safe, I promise.

Yeah, but he's not while Bev's here, OK?

- Bev will find out. - I told her.

You what?

Sammy, you don't have to worry about anything, alright? She's a vault.

If anything, the secret's safer.

Oh, my God, Jim. What have you done?!

Sammy, we're all on the same team.

- OK? She's family now. - Bev is not family.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- OK, listen, now is not... - I need to talk to you.

So no more pretending you're a fridge.

- Who are you? - This is my brother Jim.

And this is Frances.

- I'm not much into toddlers. - She's two days old.

That is the fattest baby I've ever seen.

Look at the size of his fucking head.

It's like a watermelon made out of steak.

I'm not here to discuss plus-sized babies.

Look, whatever this is, can it wait until work tomorrow?

(SQUEAK!)

Fairbank reckons your kids killed Terry because he was violent

and you're both lying to protect them.

(BOTH LAUGH UNCONVINCINGLY)

- That's crazy. - It sure is.

(LAUGHS WEAKLY) And the case is closed anyways.

He's found a witness who was with your kids

the afternoon Terry disappeared.

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

I'm not. That's not my style of comedy.

Fairbank's coming after you.

He'll be watching your kids. You need to be very careful.

Do you think he's watching us right now?

Probably. He has a powerful obsession with this case.

- Hey, can I join the party? - I remember you.

You came to my birthday party and stole my microwave.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, yeah.

What are you doing here?

I was just saying to Sammy that she needs to be real...

- Oh... - (SQUEAKS TOY)

Oh, no! The baby's awake. She wants Mummy.

Oh, Fiona, whilst that was a fabulous little fiction

it made literally no sense at all.

And the case is closed now anyway,

so I will see you at work tomorrow.

Whilst you are telling Bev, literally all of our secrets,

I have to go and lie to a journalist about it all in the morning,

you absolutely knobhead.

And you need to lower your voice.

There's a newborn baby in the house.

- Sammy. - Oh, jeez. Hi.

Oh, hi.

I'm so sorry I'm a little bit late.

- It's fine. - Parking is a nightmare.

So, is it nice to be home?

Oh, it's simply wonderful.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I adore my life in London,

but this time of year, it's just... it's glorious, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

I mean, the thing that I find about London

is that the seasons are very, very distinct.

- Have you ever been. - I've done some postgraduate work.

Right, then you know that the seasons are unmistakable.

You got summer, you got autumn, you've got winter.

And, oh, it must have been awful

arriving into a London winter

when you flew back the day after Terry Harris went missing.

Hmm.

Were you friendly with the Harrises?

They're just Mum's neighbours.

You know, I mean, I'd say hi to them, but I don't really know...

Ah, OK.

But did you ever sense any, I don't know,

unease about the Harrises' home life?

Well, show me the family that doesn't argue.

Yesterday, my daughter told me I looked like a corporate whore.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Kids, they say the darnedest things, don't they?

I've got two of them. They're the apples of my fucking eyes.

What about them? Are they friendly with the Harrises' daughter Abby?

I don't know. I mean, they don't really tell me much. So...

It's just that your interview with the police

led to the collapse of the entire case.

- So I just wanted to... - Ladies.

- Chris. It's Chris. - Yes. What are you doing here?

I thought I'd just pop in and say hi.

Hi.

That's not appropriate because I'm actually interviewing...

I'm interviewing Sammy. You can't just...

- What is wrong with you? - Nothing. I missed you.

You look beautiful.

- Isn't she beautiful? - Yeah, she's hot shit.

- You're a hot shit. - Oh, yeah.

- You need to go. - Can I get a double macchiato?

Oh, by the way, the parking cops are outside.

Oh, no. Have either of you got any change?

I don't. But one of my fabulous gaming lounges

is around the corner, it gives change for the slot machines.

Yes, I know the one. OK, You have your coffee and then go.

OK.

Chris...

So glad I can join you.

Uh, well, it's a... it's a pleasure having you for breakfast.

Well, this is the only place in town that knows what a macchiato is.

I've also heard that the breakfasts are very good.

Their pancakes are excellent.

Do you think pancakes are a wise choice

when you're trying to lose all that weight?

I'm not trying to lose weight.

Well, maybe you should.

Oh, this is my natural physique! (THUMPS TABLE)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES, RUMBLING)

(CUTLERY AND GLASSWARE RATTLES)

(SCREAMING)

What the fuck was that?

- Wait. What? - Earthquake.

Sammy!

This is front page.

Is it related to the disappearance of Terry Harris?

- What? No. - I can't shift the dead body.

I've got the press following my every move.

- It just makes you... - Think.

- Horny. - Really?

(LAUGHS)

This is the trail of destruction,

and I just get sucked into it every time.