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[moody piano music]

[siren wails]

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!

[thud]

[dark atmospheric music]

- [moody electronic music] - [women howl]

- [women howl and laugh] - [tires screech]

He's winning, come on!

- Shit. - [woman howls]

- Amy, what're you doing? - [woman laughs and howls]

[laughs]

- [glass smashes] - [dark atmospheric music]

[muffled chatter by priest]

[somber orchestral music]

I knew you'd come.

[Woman] What about growing up?

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

Full size.

[Woman] Just like that?

No...

Heroes?

Girlfriends?

First kiss?

No point.

- Come here! - [boy yelps]

[Boy] 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." [chuckles]

"All, all you have to do."

Oi!

Let me guess.

- Get out? - You were warned!

What can I say?

I must be psychic. [giggles]

[tense atmospheric music]

Are you sure about this?

I'll be waiting here.

Jack.

Jack!

[muffled pop music]

[Woman] Make yourself useful, set the table.

[sighs]

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.

[somber atmospheric music]

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!

- [thuds] - [groans]

Get back here, what are you doing?

Come on, what the fuck are you doing?

[dark atmospheric tones]

[Jack groans]

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? - [somber orchestral music]

[chuckles] 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.

[door closes]

Dad, Mom says it's time for tea!

Dad!

- [door creaks] - [somber orchestral music]

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.

[chatter on TV]

Look, don't you get the message?

I'm not interested.

I won't give up.

Sarah means too much.

Look at her.

[Reporter] 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?

[Reporter] 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!

[Jack chuckles]

[Mark sighs]

Do I?

Please.

[Jack] Please?

Oh, please.

What are you doing?

Sleeping on it.

- [moody electronic music] - [wind blows]

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

They never give up!

[Woman] Why do you think that you were chosen?

[Jack] Are you taking the piss?

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

There are no ground rules!

They do what they want and fuck me!

[Woman] So, they just turn up,

out of the blue without warning?

Turn up?

They never go away!

[seagulls squawk]

[groans]

[grunts]

[screams]

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.

- [cameras click] - [somber atmospheric music]

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.

[static hisses]

He had a burning desire to expose the truth.

I always knew his life was at risk.

I accepted that.

[static hisses]

- Sarah! - Sarah?

- Sarah! - Sarah, I have a question.

[Reporter] Can I ask you a question, Sarah?

[Reporter] Sarah, is it true what they're saying?

Just give her a bit of space, guys.

- [somber atmospheric music] - [background chatter]

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

[Inspector] I'll take that.

[Reporter] Sarah, is it true he took his own life?

[Inspector] 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.

[moody atmospheric music]

[fire crackles]

What are you doing?

These are my dad's!

Don't you understand?

Your dad's not coming back!

I hate you!

[mother groans]

[distorted radio chatter]

[Jack sighs]

[Mark] Couldn't help yourself.

Would you have left me alone?

[Mark] Or are you just stalking Sarah now?

Well, I hear she's recently single.

[chuckles]

It says here, you were a hero.

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

What, they didn't teach you jujitsu

at war correspondence school?

[chuckles]

Shit, man, you need to lighten up.

[Mark] They're saying I killed myself.

Why would I kill myself?

- I had everything. - [Jack sighs]

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. - [somber string music]

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.

- [muffled groans] - [train rumbles and screeches]

And I saw the light on.

And I knew she'd be there.

Waiting.

[pants]

So when's the funeral?

[Officer] 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?

[Jack] 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?

[Woman] You tell me.

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

That's right, I forgot.

You're just the messenger.

- [flies buzz] - [somber piano music]

[Father] 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.

[Jack] Does Sarah believe in life after death?

[Mark] 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.

[Mark] Where are you going now?

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

[Mark] Well, what am I supposed to do until then?

Stay with her, let her feel your presence.

Keep out of your way, you mean.

[somber piano music]

[muffled background chatter]

Jack!

[Jack sighs]

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.

[Martin] Is that really necessary?

We're entertaining, aren't we?

Got to be polite.

For fuck sake!

Brilliant.

This is what happens.

[ice cream van jingle]

[somber atmospheric music]

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!

[globe thuds]

Get in the house, now!

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

[door slams]

[Martin] Right, take this upstairs.

Tell him to come down and be sociable.

[melancholic orchestral music]

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.

[sighs]

[somber string music]

[mother groans]

[mother sobs]

- Mom? - [door slams]

[Sister] 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...

[sighs]

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.

[dark atmospheric music]

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.

[somber atmospheric music]

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?

[chatter from TV]

How was he?

Ah, you know, talked a lot about rugby.

[chuckles] You must be very proud.

What, that he takes after me?

Could be a lot worse.

[Reporter] 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.

[Reporter] 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...

[Martin] Great!

[Reporter] 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. - [Jack chuckles]

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.

[Inspector] In everybody's interest

that they contact the police.

Immediately.

Thank you.

- [somber atmospheric music] - [chatter from TV]

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.

[Jack sighs]

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.

[Woman] Do you admire Mark for what he did?

[Jack] Yeah, well, he's dead, isn't he?

See where bravery got him.

[Woman] 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."

[Woman] And?

Oh, fuck!

Fuck, fuck!

Fuck!

[Woman] 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.

[sighs]

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.

[tense atmospheric music]

[Mark] Where are you going now?

[garbled, echoing chatter]

[Echoing Voice] Please leave me alone.

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

[garbled, echoing chatter]

You've got to help!

[Father] 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.

[Mark] 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, [chuckles] it's your funeral.

[Woman] What could you possibly hope to achieve?

[Jack] 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.

[Jack laughs]

Friends and colleagues, and of course, his family.

Our hearts and prayers go out to them...

- [Jack laughs] - At this most difficult time.

[Jack laughs]

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?

[sighs]

[church bell tolls]

[Mark] 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.

[Priest] 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!

[Man] Why did this happen to such a benevolent,

- caring, dynamic... - Shit.

[Man] One who had so much to live for.

[Sarah] Who's that?

I'll deal with this.

[Man] 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?

[dark atmospheric music]

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.

[Jack] 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. - [somber electronic music]

At least for the time being.

I just want to be on my own.

I appreciate the call.

[sighs]

I've got to go.

[Jack sighs]

[knocks]

[knocks]

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. - [somber orchestral music]

[phone clatters]

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? - [suspenseful tones]

Do you believe me, Sarah?

Yes.

[melancholic orchestral music]

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. [sobs]

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... [sobs]

Sarah.

- Sarah? - [Sarah sobs]

And now you...

Come here...

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

Why say goodbye?

If he knows I let him down, why?

To punish me.

What?

No.

No, Sarah.

[distant radio chatter]

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!

- [groans] - [Sarah sobs]

Sarah, tell them!

Please!

Sarah!

[Mother] 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!

[Sarah sobs]

[Keane] 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? [chuckles]

I'm just the messenger.

You know what you are?

You're sick.

Yeah, so they keep telling me.

[Keane] 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? - [Jack chuckles]

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?

- [dark atmospheric music] - Your dad sent me.

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

[Woman] He said you were a good boy.

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

[John] Listen, Jack, I had to do something.

[Woman] 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.

[Keane chuckles]

[door slams]

[footsteps approach]

[sighs]

[dark string music]

[Jack sighs]

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?

[laughs] 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? - [thuds]

Okay, well, you win!

- I fucked it up, clearly! - [thud]

- Fucked it completely up! - [thuds]

[alarm rings]

Everything's my fucking fault, clearly!

- You fuck, fucking, god! - [alarm rings]

Sort your life out, right?

[groans]

[somber atmospheric music]

[door keypad bleeps]

[Woman] A desire to help someone in distress

is a normal emotion.

Sometimes the boundaries just get blurred.

[Jack] 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.

[Woman On TV] Where had that hound of mine got to?

- [cartoon chatter] - [jaunty cartoon music]

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? - [gun fires on TV]

[cartoon sound effects]

- [creaking] - [somber piano music]

[mother pants and moans]

Losing your father at such an early age

can't have been easy.

He didn't wanna go.

[Psychiatrist] How do you know?

It was her, she drove him to it.

[mother pants and moans]

[John] Be good, yeah?

I thought I could hear him breathing, like,

quick, shallow breaths.

Dad, Mom says it's time for tea!

Dad!

[door creaks]

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.

[door creaks]

- [creaking] - [somber piano music]

Dad!

[grunts]

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.

[Psychiatrist] 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?

[somber orchestral music]

- I miss him, too. - [flashlight clicks]

- [rain splashes] - [dark orchestral music]

[knocks]

[door creaks]

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.

[Jack] 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.

[melancholic atmospheric music]

[Mark] You've gotta help.

You've gotta help me, Jack!

She's taken an overdose!

[Jack] 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?

[Mark] 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!

[dark atmospheric tones]

[somber electronic music]

[distorted radio chatter]

[Inspector] Guys, guys.

[Paramedic] 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... - [knocks]

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

this is gonna change everything.

After this, I promise, no more...

[static hisses]

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.

[door keypad bleeps]

[door buzzes]

I'm still here, Jack.

Whenever you're ready.

Billy asked me to give you this.

Said you might want it back.

[somber orchestral music]

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.

[dark atmospheric music]

Hi.

[water drips]

[soft rock music]

Subtitles by explosiveskull

♪ I see hell and I see heaven ♪

♪ I talk to God and I talk to Satan ♪

♪ It doesn't matter what I say ♪

♪ They don't believe me anyway ♪

♪ But I don't wanna play that game ♪

♪ Up above and down below me ♪

♪ All around and deep inside me ♪

♪ Different voices sound the same ♪

♪ Different motives, same aim ♪

♪ But I don't want to play that game ♪

♪ False prophets that never help me ♪

♪ That's why I feel so lonely ♪

♪ Perhaps I can quell their doubts and ♪

♪ If I keep on reaching out ♪