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[gentle instrumental music]

[seagulls cawing]

[soothing instrumental music]

Some boys found her.

[mournful piano music]

Did she leave a note?

[wind swirling]

[soothing instrumental music continues]

[bag thuds]

[pages rustling]

[piano music intensifies]

[dog barking]

[siren wailing]

[soothing instrumental music]

[dog barking faintly]

[door creaking]

[soft classical music]

[children's voices ringing faintly]

[phone keys beeping]

[pages rustling]

Good morning.

[Lisa gasps]

Sorry.

Sorry, uh, sorry, you gave me a fright.

You're not Melanie.

Oh, no, I'm her sister.

Is she around?

No, she died a few days ago.

Oh, when's the funeral.

Sorry, who are you?

I got her a job.

It's funny.

She never mentioned she has a sister to me.

It's funny, 'cause she never mentioned

she had a job to me.

[sniffs] I didn't catch your name.

It's Lisa.

You're looking for a job, Lisa?

No, thank you.

We'd best get going, then.

Oh, don't worry yourself, telling us about the funeral.

I'll find out.

[door closes]

[gentle orchestral music]

[pages rustling]

Melanie always wanted to see the world.

She always wanted to experience life to the fullest.

Sometimes that love of life was almost too much to bear.

She tried to experience too much and too quickly,

but now she's free to be all the things

she ever wanted to be, to be the person

she really wanted to be.

I'm sorry Me... [voice falters]

I'm sorry, Melanie.

That we weren't able to be of help to you

when you needed it most.

That you felt there was no other place to turn to.

But you're safe now.

With your mom and dad.

God bless you, Melanie.

We won't forget you.

[footsteps sounding]

[woman talking faintly]

Just wanna have a quick word with Lisa.

Lisa, hi.

Hi, Joe.

[clears throat]

How have you been?

Will my answer wind up in front of the paper.

If it's good it might.

Seriously though.

I'm sorry, Melanie was a good person.

What happened to her, Joe?

I mean, what was she involved in?

Did you hear anything?

I know you want answers, but there

really aren't any to be found.

I have to go, I'm sorry.

Well, maybe I'll pop out the Herald one day

and we can just talk about it.

Just let it go.

I am sorry.

Okay.

Are you sure you're up to this tonight?

It's been five years, but I bet nothing's changed

unless they've moved the mops.

That's not what I mean.

[radio faintly playing]

I know what you mean.

I'm ready.

We need to discuss where we're going to scatter the ashes.

Well not in Newpoint.

She wouldn't have wanted it.

[key turning]

[steps sounding]

Hello.

Where's Adrian?

Didn't he work nights?

He rang to see if I could cover.

He forgot his girlfriend's birthday.

[sighs] Oh, he still does that.

Yes, every year.

Used to work here, didn't you?

Yeah, I did.

Lisa Hill

Yeah, I was tour guide and now I'm a cleaner,

how's that for career development.

Museums need cleaners as much as tour guides.

Well, I'm glad you feel that way

because you're the man with the keys.

So you're coming with me, I'm afraid.

[footsteps sounding]

[soft instrumental music]

[cloth squeaks]

Aren't you going to make that, "You've missed a spot" joke

everyone always makes?

You ever missed a spot?

Ah, there's nothing to miss.

Everything's spotless.

People have other things to do now.

Like what?

I don't know.

Other things.

It's a shame.

[gentle instrumental music]

[vacuum cleaner drones]

What's it say on your name tag?

Rich VDE?

What's that stand for?

Reichard van der Euer

What is that, Dutch?

Belgian.

I nearly went to Brussels once.

Everyone's nearly been to Brussels.

Someone told me it was really nice.

Really, uh, um...[laughs]

That's why I have Rich VDE on my badge.

Saves people struggling to come up

with anything to say about Belgium.

Audrey Hepburn, Rene Magritte, Poirot, Jacques Brel,

that guy that did Tintin, the ones that did

the Eurovision Song Contest with that song, "Ding-a-Dong,"

Dr. Evil, Jean Claude va...

[door thuds]

What was that?

It's probably the entrance sign. It's loose.

[suspenseful music]

[aerosol spritzes]

You know, you don't sound very Belgian.

What's a Belgian sound like?

I don't know.

[guffaws]

Well, I grew up in a lot of different places.

And you ended up here?

This is too late to leave.

[footsteps echo]

I love this room.

I wish I knew more about the people that own these things.

Innit?

Your history, it's good at recording dates of bustles

and birthdays and all that stuff, but never

really record any of the human things.

Once they've gone its just hard

to remember those personal touches.

These people, they, they changed history.

They did things.

They were revolutionizing and being significant.

Do you think everybody has to change the world then?

Hmm, would be nice to have an effect on something.

If we all invented something or started a war,

no-one would ever get anything else done.

Putting right what feels wrong for you,

that's how to change the world.

Than and getting a good night's sleep

and five portions of fruit and veg a day.

Well, scratch the other stuff, sleep

and eating fruit and veg are all that is needed,

just not at the same time.

[Lisa titters]

Was that a joke?

I think you might just made a joke.

I think I tried.

[footsteps sounding]

It was my sister's funeral today.

I'm sorry.

She committed suicide.

Some boys found her in the woods.

I wonder if they saw him too.

Saw who?

Nothing.

Wait a minute.

Do you know something about it?

What, someone, who should they have seen?

Where Mel died?

Rich, if you know something about it,

just tell me, wait, Rich, Rich, wait a minute.

[foreboding orchestral music]

If it's bout Mel, you really need to tell me.

Rich?

It's not funny, you know.

[heavy object falling]

[suspenseful music continues]

[gasps]

Adrian.

Lisa, why are you creeping around in the dark?

[seagulls cawing]

We just got your text.

"Running late, girlfriend's birthday,

buying flowers, smiley face."

I told you.

I can't believe Rich just left.

Who?

The guy you swapped with.

No Rich works here.

Belgian, Van der Something?

Van der Euer?

He passed away.

He died?

Yeah, 'bout six months ago.

He got knocked off his bike, nasty business.

He's a nice guy, nice, weird, but nice.

[seagulls crying]

[church bell ringing]

[phone buzzing]

Lisa, hi.

Can I check a story with you?

[seagulls cawing]

Richa...

Reichard van der Euer, it's Belgian.

Drowned in the canal, crushed his bike and must have

ended up in the water unconscious under Norris bridge.

Six months ago.

So what's this about really?

I think it's about Mel. [phone rings]

Have you seen the hospital report about the cause of death?

Lisa, enough.

You need to stop this.

But what about the police report?

And there's always an inquest, isn't there?

I'm not going to have this conversation with you.

I just want to know if there's anything suspicious.

Suspicious?

[chair clicks]

Last year your sister tried to kill herself

with an overdose of antidepressants.

Then last week, some kids on their bikes

found her hanging from a tree.

I heard from the doctors that there was so much heroin in

her blood that they're amazed she wasn't dead

before the rope went tight.

Is that what you think is suspicious?

Go home.

Get some sleep.

Forget about it.

Maybe there's nothing to it.

But you're journalist.

How often do you get suicides that don't leave a note??

[birds singing]

[pensive orchestral music]

[door lock latching]

[instrumental music sustains]

Hello!

Adrian?

[VCR whirs]

[VCR whirs]

[eerie music]

[eerie music intensifies]

[contemplative piano music]

[wind moaning]

Okay, what the hell is going on?

I want to know why you faked your death.

I didn't?

But you're dead.

This some big joke?

You're dead.

Really?

What? Like a real life dead person?

No, wait, just give me, give me a second.

Wait there, wait there.

I'm not dangerous, I can't even touch anything.

Give me a minute, stop!

I'm sorry if I upset you...

[thunder rumbling]

[restful piano music]

[wind sighing]

I'm sorry.

Do you believe me?

[mournful instrumental music]

There's no heartbeat.

[water babbles]

Rich, the other night you said you saw some guy...

I saw someone in the woods.

You want to know all about them, don't you?

Just want to know what happened to my sister.

I was walking, trying to work out how far I could get.

Seems I can only go where I've been when I was alive.

That's when I saw her, up there.

[haunting music]

And I looked over there and there was

a man in a green blazer.

What did he look like?

Tall, I couldn't see his face.

He watched her for about five minutes

and walked off in that direction.

[birdsong]

[suspenseful music]

So you can't move beyond this point?

Okay.

[crow cawing]

[suspenseful music intensifies]

Lisa Hill.

That's right.

Sorry about your sister. [exhales]

I hear you found a hairband?

And a microphone, a plastic clip-on one.

I see, found at the scene?

Not no, not really, about half mile away.

I see.

[mumbles] And, ah, why were you looking there?

- Just a hunch. - Just a hunch?

I see.

Did you find any fingerprints?

[Officer لWinfield scoffs]

From the, uh, from the popular brand of hair band

or from the little piece of plastic?

It's a microphone.

Either way, no, we didn't.

And apparently there was a man

in a green blazer seen nearby.

Oh yes.

Receptions said you were saying something

about a man and a green blazer.

We checked with the two boys who found your sister.

They saw no-one.

When did you arrive back in town, Ms. Hill?

A couple of days ago.

I see.

So that would be after Melanie was found.

Yeah, that's right.

So who told you about this man?

- Just someone I met. - Name?

I, I can't remember.

You can't remember.

I see.

I appreciate this is a difficult time for you,

but there really is nothing untoward about what happened.

Nothing untoward about suicide.

I'm sorry, but this evidence, well, it's not evidence.

It's guesswork.

When you lose a loved one, people,

they look to things that aren't there.

Sometimes you see things you want to see.

- Do you see? - I see.

[knocking on door]

Yes.

Hey, um, you're needed up on three.

Okay, I'll be there in a minute.

DCI Hendricks, he's heading the inquiry.

Well, why am I not speaking to him then?

[scoffs] Because it doesn't work that way.

I tell him if we find anything suspicious, he looks into it.

So far we've not found anything suspicious.

If we do, I'll let you know.

Oh, well they didn't even take me seriously.

I couldn't even speak to the guy in charge.

You didn't tell them about me, did you?

The ghost witness?

No, I did not, they'll lock me up.

Do you want me to make shit?

I think it's best to leave it to the professionals.

Hang on, it sounds like you don't even care.

Ooh, hang on!

Don't you want to know why you ended up in the canal?

[car hoots]

Even if I did, it wouldn't change anything,

I'd still be dead.

Well, what about justice?

What about justice?

I'm still dead, and so is your sister.

I'm sorry, but that's the truth.

I thought you ghosts had unfinished businesses,

and this, yours?

What difference will it make?

Don't you want to rest in peace?

'Cause I want Melanie to.

Nice day.

Been different.

Seems to be keeping you busy.

I've barely seen you.

I'm sorry.

I've just been trying to put some things right.

Nothing to worry about.

That sounds like something Melanie would say.

I'm fine.

That sounds like her too.

So [sighs] when you've put these things right, what next?

I have no idea.

You know, if you ever wanted to borrow some money to,

I don't know, go to university or go traveling.

I could always lend you some.

I don't think this Island has much of a future for you.

What about you?

I can't leave you, not now.

That's very kind, but I'm settled here.

My friends are here, my life is here,

yours isn't and we both know that.

You say you're worried about upsetting me,

but do you know what would upset me more than anything?

Losing another niece to this Island.

I'm going to turn in,

but my offer still holds for as long as you want.

Maybe you just need to get a good night's sleep, hey?

Then perhaps in the morning, you'll think of something.

Good night.

Good night.

[soothing instrumental music]

[Joe] Hi, Lisa.

Hi Joe.

It's not too late to call, is it?

[Joe] No, I've got a new-born daughter.

She doesn't sleep.

I don't sleep.

Do you have any recent photos of Melanie?

[Joe] No, why?

It's just, I haven't seen her in such a long time.

[soft melancholy music]

I'm forgetting all those tiny details.

What she looked like, what she sounded like,

who she became.

I just want to see her again.

[Joe] Yeah, me too.

I can't help you, I'm afraid.

Do you think she was in trouble, Joe?

This is unhealthy.

I know what you're doing.

Just let it go.

Do you know what?

Everyone keeps saying that.

I know she was in trouble and I can't sleep

until I found out what happened.

She was my sister.

I owe that to her, Joe.

[baby crying faintly]

[Joe] Joanne's crying, I have to go.

I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

[Lisa sighs]

[sentimental orchestral music]

[pages rustling]

She wanted to make an appointment with me.

I'm a drug rehabilitation counselor.

She was asking my advice about getting clean.

She had plans to leave the Island for a fresh start.

I hear that a lot.

She asked for my help.

Help with what?

I don't know.

She left a message when I was out having dinner.

I thought I'd phone her when I got back.

Next thing I heard she'd taken her own life.

Ignoring someone when they ask for help

is not something I'm particularly proud of,

especially in my job.

It's okay.

You couldn't have known.

Would it be possible to listen to the message?

I'd just really like to hear her voice again.

So sorry.

It's been deleted.

All it said was that she needed help

and it left a contact number.

Did you keep the number?

[phone rings]

[Man] New Point racecourse.

Oh hi, yeah.

Can I have your address please?

[somber orchestral music]

[footsteps sounding]

Oh!

You work here?

[dramatic music peaks]

[door creaks]

You boys got permission to be here?

Does she?

I'm not asking her.

We're just looking for the exit.

Do you want me to show you?

Nah, I'm sure we'll manage.

Off you go, then.

[footsteps receding]

There you go.

Thank you.

Biscuit?

[sighs]

Looks like you needed that.

Thanks.

I saw your sister last week.

The day before she, well..

She and Toby used to keep that

in the admin office for a few days.

Toby, who's that?

Toby Matthews, her boyfriend.

Yeah, well they asked me not to say anything,

and turn a blind eye, which I did.

I'll figure they're a young couple.

They want their privacy, you know,

it's all about the privacy, innit?

[laughs]

So where's Toby now?

Dunno, he hasn't shown for the last few days.

It's a shame, really?

He's a lovely lad.

He, um, he left bag of his stuff here.

I thought I might take it to a charity shop

or something, so.

I can take you if you want.

I thought you'd say that.

Are you okay?

I saw some guys following you.

What sort of ghost are you, not embarrassed?

Not protective.

Just wanted to make sure you're okay.

I thought you weren't interested in being involved?

Well I sort of changed me mind.

Well, why have you sort of being changing your mind?

I found a clue.

Looks like dirty underwear to me.

[ship's horn blares]

[seagulls cawing]

Sorry, force of habit.

That's okay.

Check out what I found.

Clues, not fashion comments?

All right.

Look at this!

It's Melanie's handwriting.

Did she have a laptop?

No.

[Lisa gasps]

Are you okay? Lisa?

No, I'm fine, I just fell on my chips.

Oh, there's no numbers in the address book.

But wait a minute, there's a video.

[woman speaking faintly on video]

[Melanie] Tony, you haven't given me what I need. We...

[Tony] [unintelligible]

[Melanie] Tony, you haven't given me what I need.

We're out of...

[Melanie speaks unclearly on video]

[Man] College is now closing, Miss.

[people chattering]

[copy machine whirs]

[Melanie] Tony, you haven't give me what I...

[copy machine whirs]

[paper rustles]

[ship's horn tooting] [seagulls cawing]

It could be anyone.

[car rumbles by]

Don't be ridiculous, that'll take forever.

Well, this is the wrong street anyways, so let's move on.

[energetic orchestral music]

I think I found it.

What do you recon?

[knocking on door]

[latch disengages]

Hello, I was wondering if this was you.

It's natural, no chemicals.

Keeps you healthy.

I keep myself healthy.

So what do you want?

I'm looking for Toby Matthews.

I haven't seen the little runt.

So you know him then?

Let me see some identification now.

Now!

You're Melanie's sister, aren't you?

I liked her.

I feel your loss.

Thank you.

Why are you looking for Toby?

He was seeing my sister?

I just wanted to ask him some questions.

And you want my help?

Why, are you willing to help me?

I don't speak with people I don't know.

You knew my sister... and Toby.

[cell phone beeps]

[Melanie] Tony, you haven't given me what I need.

We're out of...

[Melanie] Tony, you haven't given me what I need.

I don't allow cameras in here.

It protects my clients and my business.

What business?

I make things.

Some people need to vanish at short notice

and sometimes documents need amending.

Do you mean forging?

I mean amending

Are these all fake?

They look amazing.

I don't know where Toby is right now.

He hasn't picked up what he's ordered and I'm very busy.

What did he order?

Identification for him and for your sister.

Fake ID?

Can I see it?

I never finished Melanie's, she was supposed

to get me some passport photos.

They had arranged a rendezvous tomorrow at 5:00 AM,

but I don't know where.

They never told me.

Jennifer said Toby's disappeared.

So what are you going to do?

Go back to the drawing board I suppose.

I might try speaking to those boys that found Melanie.

Before you do, can you get something for me?

[seagulls cawing]

It's that one.

You know what you're looking for?

Yeah.

[knocking on door]

[door opens]

Yes?

Hello?

I believe Reichard van der Euer is one of your tenants?

Who?

Rich VDE?

Oh, the Belgian.

Yeah, yeah.

Who are you?

You his girlfriend.

[scoffs] No, I'm just a friend.

I've come to pick up some of his personal belongings.

[Landlord] The box you want is over

in the far corner, I think.

I didn't have a forwarding address in Belgium.

So, so all his stuff came to me when he died.

Yeah. I'll give you some privacy, I think.

Thank you.

[mournful music]

[box rustles]

[torch clicks]

[music sustains]

Did you find the letter?

Yeah.

I also found this.

My other work-pass.

Where did you work?

INCIN.

It's an incinerator plant.

What's in there?

They destroy all sorts of paper,

medical waste, everything.

Anything suspicious?

I don't know.

I was never allowed past the front gate.

That sounds pretty suspicious.

Well, it was more health and safety.

I was a temp.

So you never saw anything unusual happen?

Unusual things don't happen to temps.

Most people didn't even know my name.

You know, there's one time I had this guy shout at me.

He must have thought I was someone else.

Who shouted you?

It just some guy, a visitor wanted to get past the gate.

He insisted I let him inside before,

he must have thought I was Carl or someone.

I mean, the guy kept asking me whether...

[suspenseful music]

What?

Let me see your sister's note again?

[seagulls cawing]

Crabot, that's what he kept saying.

What does it mean?

I dunno, he started shouting it at me.

I didn't know what he was on about.

He then got angry and tried to offer me some money

to let him pass.

I said no, and he sped off in his car.

Okay, well that sounds suspicious.

I'm going to take a look to see what I can find,

but I need your help getting me in.

[door bangs]

I know Carl.

Good morning, can I help you?

Hi there, I have a meeting inside.

Okay. What's your name please?

- My name. - They're all men.

- Um... - Mr. Lloyd, Deloitte,

Hopkins, uh, Nick Gibson.

Nick Gibson.

Nick Gibson?

Yes, well, Nicola Gibson, but my friends

would call me Nick for short.

I see, Nick?

Yes. Did the boss tell you I was coming today, Mr...

- Mr. Hooper. - Mr. Hooper, did he tell you?

He doesn't tell me much.

Ugh, he's so bad for that, isn't he, Big H? [laughs]

Mister Hooper isn't in yet.

And shouldn't really be wondering around alone.

Oh, well, now don't worry, 'cause I know my way around.

Well, I'm not sure...

Carl, you can trust me.

And that's a Nicola Gibson-guarantee.

[door rattles]

[suspenseful music]

[door slams]

[Man] Just to confirm, large pepperoni pizza,

with extra mushroom, side order of wedges.

[suspenseful music rises]

[urgent steps falling]

[pages rustling]

[papers rustling]

[car rumbles]

Morning, Mr. Hooper.

- Morning, uh... - Carl.

- Carl, yes. - Nick Gibson is waiting

for you inside.

Well thanks, he's early?

He?

[suspenseful music rises]

I think we have an intruder.

Can you get here as soon as you can?

How can I calm down?

You said you'd fix this!

[ominous music]

[keyboard keys clicking]

[fast-paced music]

What happened?

Didn't he tell you we have an intruder?

Well what if they find something?

This can't come back to me.

Harding's on his way now.

He said he'd be here soon.

[engine racing]

I'm going to my office now.

[urgent percussive music]

There's no one here.

The desk is how I left it.

[Man] Check the printer.

What?

[Man] I said check the printer.

Yes, the printer has been used.

I've just arrived.

The shipment seems fine.

Crates just sitting here and waiting.

I want them on board, now.

It's not clear yet.

Maybe she's been talking me to someone, I'll handle it.

But these distractions though, they're your responsibility.

You understand?

The shipment goes ahead as planned.

No, I'm going to Hooper's office now.

See where he is mucking about.

[door latches]

[suspenseful music]

[crate lid creaking]

Ya, there's someone by the crate.

Tell main gate she's running!

[Lisa pants]

[Man] Stop! Hey!

[music intensifies]

Stop it, stop there!

Well, that was a waste of time.

Spreadsheets and telephone bills.

Are you going to investigate the numbers?

There's 20 pages of telephone numbers here.

I'm going to have to call everybody up and be like,

"Hello, are you involved in some suspicious activity

that I don't even know exists and it may not even be real?"

"Oh, you're not?"

"Okay, thanks, bye."

So what are you going to do?

What can I do?

[papers rustling]

Oh yeah, I forgot I had this.

Could you post it for me?

There's no address.

I need you to write it for me.

MNF.

Mother and Father?

They know you that you're...

They do, don't worry.

It's not my will or anything.

Couple of years back, we had an argument

and I said some things I couldn't take back.

We stopped talking, and six years went by.

I wrote that letter, to say I was sorry

and wanted to see them again.

I mean, I was going to send it, but well, this happened.

And you know what?

I can't even remember what the argument is about.

Now I can't really even remember their faces anymore.

Those tiny details.

Stupid, really.

No, not really.

[video cassette rumbles]

[dance track thumping]

Oh, God, this was such a long time ago.

Melanie was always filming something.

Hey, you look lovely!

Gaz. Rockstar.

He joined a band and cheated on her with a groupie.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

[pop music continues]

I completely forgot she had blue streaks in her hair.

[Lisa] You look ridiculous!

Not now, put if off!

[frantic dance music]

Wait a minute, isn't that you?

[cassette machine creaks]

I didn't know you were at the pub?

[thumping music resumes]

What were you going to say to me?

Nothing.

Didn't look like nothing.

I can't remember.

[sniggers] Yes, you can.

I wanted to show you this room upstairs.

I went up there by accident, looking for the gent's.

There was a ceiling with angels painted on it, you know,

sort of like 18th century, one of them looked like you.

Really?

Yeah.

I think it was the nose, but then I sort of,

it sounded a bit creepy.

"Oh, hello, you don't know me, but how about

coming and looking at the ceiling in the room upstairs?"

I was trying to work out a way to tell you when,

well, you saw the rest.

You think I'm creepy, don't you?

[guffaws] No.

I'm just wondering what the angel looks like.

Why don't you show me?

Listen, maybe we should head back.

Why, are you scared it's going to be haunted?

[soft instrumental music]

[measured steps falling]

[wind howling]

[Newscaster] Happened on the Islemore island...

Can I order a black coffee, please?

[Newscaster] The worst accident in Newpoint

that anyone can remember.

The fire broke out several hours ago,

fire services working hard but there's still no sign

of extinguishing the blaze. [phone rings]

[Sarah] Hello?

Hi, how are you?

I'm fine. Is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm okay, thanks.

Where have you been?

I've been worried.

Ya, I'm really sorry.

I'm just, I'm just in the middle of something right now.

That doesn't sound good.

No, you don't need to worry.

I'll be home soon in.

[Newscaster] Police are looking for this woman

in connection with the incident and are appealing...

[siren approaching]

to the public for any information they may have.

[siren intensifies]

The manager, Mr. Clark Hooper was found dead

- from asphyxiation... - I'm gonna have

to call you back.

When emergency services arrived.

[dead line hums]

...point Infirmary by air ambulance

but was pronounced dead on arrival.

A sad day, for INCEN-staff staff and a tragedy that burns

more deeply than the building behind me.

Martin Taylor Garland Share Tonight, Newpoint.

Destroy the evidence!

What?

INCEN's burned down, Hooper and security guard are dead,

there's been a fire...

We need to call the police!

No, because there's pictures of me

on the news, breaking in! [sirens howling]

Then we need to find more evidence then.

When I was in there that all these crates

and there was this there's this invoices that said

there was defective pills and they were all

signed off as destroyed.

Defective pills?

Yeah, look at this.

They were making regular cash withdrawals

from the company, large amounts.

Rent or bills?

No, that's cannot compare.

Not a bad day's work.

Yeah, but with no sign of where it went.

Payola?

That's just still no connection to Mel, though.

It's just phone numbers, hundreds of phone numbers.

[defective line beep]

It doesn't connect.

Just rings out.

Rings out.

Doesn't connect.

[phone ringing]

[Man] Hello?

Oh, hello?

Yeah, hi.

I'm interested in talking to you about INCEN.

[line drops]

Oh, they hung up.

Yeah, no-one's talking.

Just keep trying.

[Woman] You're through to Alpha-Med Pharmaceutical...

Ah, no, answerphone.

[Woman] Please phone back between the hours.

of 8:30 A.M. to %:30 P.M. Monday to Friday.

[phone dials]

[Lisa sighs]

[line rings]

It's ringing!

I know.

No, it's ringing here!

Your bag!

[dramatic instrumental music]

It's Mel's phone.

She must have been working for them.

Maybe she found out more than she should.

[door slams]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[door slams]

[suspenseful music]

We have to go!

You know Crabot?

He's Head of Police.

C.R. Abbott? Crabot!

- Somethings not right... - Where're we going?

I need to keep phoning those numbers.

Someone must know something.

[Woman] You are through to...

[Man] We're not home, so please leave a...

[crosstalk]

[foreboding music rises]

[SMS-notification beeps]

[seagulls cawing]

[eerie music]

[police siren rises]

[sirens intensifying]

[garbled police radio traffic]

[seagulls cawing]

I need to get some concrete proof.

[foreboding music]

[cell phone camera activating]

[shutter whines]

[shutter whines]

[shutter whines]

[shutter whines]

[shutter whines]

What are you doing?

[Lisa gasps]

[punch connecting]

[suspenseful music peaks]

[Lisa moans]

No!

[Lisa gags]

[plastic sheet rustling]

[box thuds] [Abbott grunts]

[hurried footsteps sounding]

[Lisa panting]

Lisa!

What...

[Lisa speaking gibberish]

I killed a policeman.

[Rich] What did you find?

[voices echoing]

It was sent to Africa.

It had Harding on it.

Mr. Harding Gray.

[voices echoing]

[Rich] You can't give up now.

Lisa!

[eerie music]

[water gurgling]

[music intensifies]

[door clicks]

[bag thumping]

[Lisa sighing]

[cell phone ringing]

[suspenseful music building]

[Man] How are you enjoying my old office?

Harding Gray?

[Harding] You look like you're ready to give up?

Such a shame, you're so close.

No, no, no I'm not out there.

Where are you?

[Harding] I'm about to disappear.

I'd just like to say goodbye before I do.

Selling defective drugs in third-world countries?

If the police don't find you, the press will.

[Harding] Well, you gave Abbott quite a headache,

but he's going to be fine.

But he is now going to make you pay.

You've assaulted a police officer,

burnt down an incinerator plant,

you won't get away with it.

What happened to my sister?

[Harding] You think I'd tell you?

For the evidence I found, you might.

At Jennifer's.

Documents linking you, Abbott, that boat,

the Damfino, or Port Said in Africa?

You haven't been covering your tracks that well, believe me,

[Harding] Documents?

You have them on you?

Show me.

In person.

Take the stairs to the basement in 10 minutes.

If anything happens to me, copies will

be sent to the press.

[Harding] You are brave.

Your sister's dead.

Is it worth it?

Bring your evidence.

And I'll tell you what you want to know about your sister.

Otherwise I'll be gone and you'll never find out.

[foreboding music]

[footsteps sounding]

[Lisa breathing heavily]

[Lisa breathing heavily]

[Lisa exclaiming]

[car rumbles]

Hm, seems we've woken too soon?

Nice to meet you finally.

I'm Harding Gray.

Your sister's diary is quite a page-turner, isn't it?

Shame no-one else is going to get the chance to read it.

[suspenseful music continues]

[door slams]

[Lisa breathing heavily]

16:13[percussive music]

Why aren't you wearing your green jacket?

My friend saw you wearing it.

No.

Yes, you did.

Why did you kill her?

I don't take kindly to employees

walking out on me,

bad business.

Your sister vanished, suddenly wanting to meet us here.

You and Crabot?

Abbott didn't understand my business.

Didn't have my vision.

He just took the money and looked away.

It's my business. My business.

And I sweated blood building from the ground up,

and your sister [sniggers]

she thought she could come along and ruin me,

with a pink camcorder, hidden in her jacket,

recording our conversations.

One junkie employee with a crisis of conscience.

Threatening to ruin my empire?

[Lisa grunts]

She was clean.

[Harding] Hm, she was.

All good pharmacists keep heroin for emergencies.

Just one prick and a piece of rope

to make the problem go away.

[Lisa exerting]

[Harding] No one cares!

Don't you see, people start sticking their noses

into my business I'll make them disappear.

[Lisa moaning]

Like an accident.

I even ran someone down in my car one time.

Rich, you killed Rich!

Or a suicide by hanging.

For another eyewitness.

[Lisa grunts]

[water splashing]

[frantic music]

[Harding grunts]

Sticking your nose into my affairs.

You're worse than your sister!

It's my business!

[music reaching crescendo]

You're worse than your sister!

[Lisa chokes]

[frantic percussive music]

Makes the hunt, begging for your life.

[music subsides]

[dreamy orchestral music]

[Rich's heart thumping]

[sweeping instrumental music]

[Lisa gasping]

[camcorder smashing]

[Lisa grunting]

[camcorder pounding]

[water gurgling]

[Lisa gasping]

[police radio beeps]

[police radio chatter]

[sweeping orchestral music]

[radio traffic sustaining faintly]

[camera shutter clicking]

Joe.

How have you been?

Why, are you going to tell Abbott?

Abbott?

He's being arrested.

I found enough dirt on him to put him away

for a very long time.

Well I saw you two working together.

You saw me trying to get to the bottom of things.

The first rule of small town journalism, keep your friends

close and a potential news story, even closer.

[restful orchestral music]

[police radio chattering faintly]

Once again, I have you to thank for my illustrious career.

If you hadn't encouraged me to start looking into it,

if I hadn't followed your breadcrumbs,

I never would've gotten this far.

Glad I can help.

You staying in Newpoint?

No, think it's time I left.

Your parents would have been proud of you, Lisa.

Melanie too.

Thanks, Joe.

[birdsong]

Your aunt just arrived.

[instrumental music sweeping]

[ambulance doors slamming]

[gentle piano music]

[announcer speaking in foreign language]

[inaudible dialogue] [gentle music continues]

[gentle instrumental music]

[wind gushing]

[peaceful orchestral music]

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