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♪ Do you think you're better off alone? ♪

♪ Do you think you're better off alone? ♪

♪ Do you think you're better off alone? ♪

♪ Do you think you're better off alone? ♪

Take a selfie with your wish.

You're doing what Roch did.

Please, can you read it?

Red rose, rose red.

Let me speak now with the dead.

Red rose, rose red.

Let me speak now with the dead.

Red rose, rose red.

Let me speak now...

Red rose, rose red.

- Let me speak now with the dead. - Hey.

I'm right here.

Red rose, rose red.

Let me speak now with the dead.

It was Roch.

She was there. She was just...

Just... delete it.

Do you not wanna know what happened to Roch?

Do you wanna bury your head in the sand like Ant?

I'm here, aren't I?

But Ant's right.

This is dangerous.

After Roch,

I won't let anything hurt you.

Do you want me to stay?

It's Ash.

Wren.

Did you post a selfie with the mirror?

I couldn't have done.

BIGG_JENNA: CLASSIC WREN

LILJENNAAA: LIKE SHE DIDN'T GET ENOUGH ATTENTION AT THE FUNERAL

Wren.

Rochelle?

Wren.

Wren, were that you?

♪ She ♪

♪ She used to live near his brother ♪

♪ Now she's an unmarried mother ♪

♪ With another on the way ♪

♪ He's second rate ♪

♪ Twisted out of shape ♪

♪ And God, he looks a state ♪

♪ It costs so much to look so rough ♪

♪ They go to town ♪

♪ They like to shop around ♪

♪ And look at all those things ♪

♪ At all those things They never wanted anyway ♪

♪ She hates his hair ♪

♪ That stupid coat he wears ♪

♪ But sometimes second best ♪

♪ Is the best that she can get ♪

♪ Oh yeah, oh, somebody told me ♪

♪ The seconds turn to hours... ♪

♪ And the hours turn into days... ♪

- Mum? - ♪ But still it feels like morning... ♪

Liam?

♪ The first time leaves its... ♪

All right, you. Enough of that. Time for some fresh air.

What you doing?

Out now. Fresh air.

- Yeah, I love you too. - Uh-huh.

Oh! Ah!

You're okay. You're okay, Mum. You're okay.

- I've hurt meself. I've hurt me hip. - Come here.

- Oh no, don't! - No, trust me, Mum.

Look, I've got you. I've got you. I promise.

Oh, thanks for coming.

I'm just really worried about Wren.

Her outburst at the funeral and...

I understand.

We know how harmful social media can be for teenagers.

There were messages on Rochelle's phone when it was given to us.

No, this is more than that.

Wren said there were something on her phone. Something...

We can take the phone and check.

Take my teenage daughter's phone?

Do you have any riot gear?

If Wren wants to surrender her phone, that's up to her.

If she does hand it over, she'd be lucky to get it back at all.

Well, thanks for coming.

Anytime.

If anything... anything comes up, just call us.

Thanks.

Morning, loves.

You want summat to eat?

Maybe coffee? Wren, breakfast?

What about Noah? Can I get you anything?

Uh, I'm good, ta. I best head home.

Haven't seen Mum since the funeral, so... Thanks for letting me stay.

Oh, you're welcome.

I'll see you at Vinny's.

- Bye. - See ya.

You need to make things right with Vinny.

- Wren, what you said in the church... - I couldn't say nowt. People think...

It don't matter what the mob thinks. It matters what Vinny thinks.

What about what I think?

Answer that.

Who is it?

No one.

Bin's blown over.

[footsteps squelch[

Why you cleaning the path?

Think you best get ready. Come on.

I hope he likes lasagna. Maybe we should have coordinated.

Shoulda made an hotpot.

It'll all go. You never throw out lasagna.

I've not been here in ages.

Mm.

Roch wasn't comfortable with people seeing her house.

This kitchen's never had so many people in it.

Tea? Lads, do you fancy a brew?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

Sorry.

No milk.

I can, uh, pop out and get you some.

No, you're all right.

It's good of you to offer though.

And come over.

We're dead nice like that.

Vinny.

I'm...

sorry about what I said at the church.

I think you need to know. Rochelle's phone...

It were an accident.

It's what Wren meant to say at church.

It's what we all think.

It's like she's still here.

Her stuff's flipping everywhere.

- Here, help yourselves. - Oh!

Carr's Pasties!

These are mine, by rights.

How "by rights"?

It's, uh, compensation.

For when I used to, uh, buy her free ones.

She always was good at hustling.

Okay.

Probably another lasagna. Excuse me, kids.

Ashley told me about last night.

What are you playing at with the mirror?

It's bad enough everyone thinks you bullied Roch without you copying her.

You need to drop it like Vinny asked you to.

Rochelle was on my phone last night. And this morning.

I'm going for a piss.

I'm going. Make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.

[gasps softly[

Wren.

- Oh God. - Oh.

I know. I know.

It's just a bath.

It's just a bath.

- I love you. - I love you.

- Text me, yeah? - Yeah.

- Will do. - Bye.

- Love you. - Later.

You just tagged me and you in a post, saying we spent the night together.

You know I couldn't have.

It's using your camera.

Look, the two Jennas have already shared it.

"Slut, slut, whore."

Everybody hates me.

Oi, Davis!

- You slag! - Oh, and Wren.

Look at it!

Dirty slut!

You slag!

That's right, walk away.

Ignore 'em.

No. No, we can't be seen together, okay?

The two Jennas are gonna start shit that I can't deal with, so I'm gonna go.

Wren, I'll say something to the two Jennas.

Don't. It'll just make it worse.

They think I stole her boyfriend and made her kill herself.

Stop listening to them, then.

Wren, you've nowt to be ashamed of. Don't let 'em get to you.

She deleted it yet?

Nope. We're researching.

Researching?

Red rose? Thought we'd do summat useful until Wren needs us.

Oi, Ant, get back here.

You know where I stand on this.

I do. But this isn't just about Wren.

It's for Rochelle too.

None of us should be alone right now.

Can you just hang around with us?

I'll throw in a free chocolate bar.

Fine, if I must.

Well, do I not get one?

Who do you think I am, Willy Wonka?

Noah!

Are you okay?

Where were ya?

Sorry, I was at Wren's.

Maybe drop me a text next time, love.

Sorry.

No, no.

No, it's okay.

There's a lot going on.

Come here.

I can't imagine how you're feeling.

Rochelle, she...

she was one of a kind.

Oh, sweetheart.

Well, hello there. To what do I owe this pleasure?

Stop posting that Wren's a slut.

She was Roch's best mate. She had nowt to do with her death.

He's pissed off.

Like he could kick someone's head in.

Oh.

Me and Jenna are going to Fudge Factory tomoz.

Why don't you come talk to us about it there?

Take 'em down, and I'll think about it.

Ooh-ooh!

Have you tried Reddit? Or Google?

Brilliant suggestions. You're a bit of a brainbox, aren't you?

Can't believe I didn't think of that. How about I run the shop, and you do this?

What's that?

It's for me vision board.

Some folk are happy knocking around Bolton forever.

Diana?

Uh, Lady Diana Spencer to you.

I don't get it.

What's not to get? It's Britain's greatest tragedy.

Oh, thank you. A young girl brought in to bring new blood to the royal family.

All she did was love Charles and her kids. But the world had other plans.

Did that include you and her going to Paris?

Where it all happened.

I wish. Not saved enough yet.

You know if you get a Eurostar ticket enough in advance, it's, uh, cheaper.

Yeah. I'm waiting for a special occasion.

People who say that, they never end up doing it.

Hiya, love. Just a paper and a bottle of vodka, please.

Antony, hiya. I thought you'd gone into town.

I... I'm... I just...

Actually, I'll just take this.

Sorry.

Here. I'll see you later.

- Bye. - Ta-ra, loves.

Do you know her?

She proper reeked of vodka, like cheap vodka.

Did anyone else smell it?

Yeah.

Think I, uh...

think I've gotta go.

What?

- How are the milkshakes? - Lovely.

Really?

Mine smells weird.

Here. Have a sniff.

- You know you can tell me anything, right? - Yeah.

Mm.

Can you remember what Roch was doing when looking after you?

- Like, where? - What, in her bedroom?

Or in the woods?

In the woods?

Yeah, we made a big fire.

Rochelle was acting strange.

How?

She was scared by something.

What?

It was something we couldn't see, and then...

At home, you saw...

What? What did you see?

It... it was something by the back door,

but then Rochelle came back, and we played church.

How do you play church?

We wore rosary beads. We could play sometime.

Yeah, uh, maybe another day.

Rochelle's phone did that.

You should throw it away.

But I can't.

- Why not? - I speak to my mates on it.

Can you speak to Rochelle?

Drink up.

Hey! It's my little ladies.

- Mwah! I hope you were good for Wren. - They were amazing.

- Come on. - Bye, girls.

- Bye. - Bye.

Thanks, love.

Um...

Listen, I was... I was wondering

if... if you wanted to take some stuff of Rochelle's

so it's, you know, still used.

No.

No, Vinny. I... I'm sorry. I couldn't.

Go on. Please, Wren.

'Kay.

...something that might make money.

Or not.

Just walking past the shelves of bric-a-brac,

I spotted this...

It's Dalton.

Just looking at the delicate flower pattern on it,

it's really pretty,

and it's just ten pounds.

We're gonna head back,

and see if either of them think they might be able to get a good price

Let's head back to the green team.

Charlie, we'll come to you.

You found this lovely little china doll.

It's in pretty good nick, so that's given you...

Wren? Are you there?

Wren, why you not fucking talking to me?

Wren, you come all this way and say nowt.

Talk to me, you dickhead.

Wren.

Wren!

Wren?

Wren.

Wren. Wren.

- Wren. - Oh, Roch.

Wren.

- Roch, I'm so sorry. - Wren.

- Wren. Wren. Wren. - I'm so sorry.

Sorry I'm late.

I had a job interview.

You know, I used to come here when I was a kid.

My grandma'd bring me here.

We never sat this far forward though.

Why?

She never felt good enough.

It's really rubbish, Wren.

It's my fault.

No.

And I would know.

Why'd you do it?

It's funny because people think...

that fights are these big things.

They are not.

You can finish 'em in a moment.

I just wish mine had ended differently.

Me too.

I hurt Rochelle.

But you didn't kill her.

I ignored her.

The whole town thinks it were my fault.

Wren,

people love to blame.

In my case, you know, they have a right to.

But with you,

they're just looking for a scapegoat.

Don't let 'em get to you.

And if they do...

think, Wren.

Think...

before you do something you might regret.

What's your gut tell you?

It's not my fault.

Why am I not surprised?

What?

I downloaded this app,

something that I think had something to do with Rochelle's death.

But... it's hidden itself.

Try the screen-grabbing thing next time.

You believe me?

Yeah, why wouldn't I?

Hey, Ash. I'm heading to the Fudge Factory to make peace with the two Jennas.

Speak later.

Mm.

- You lost? - I wish.

- Look like you've been for a jog. - Wren needs us.

Um, Dadaji, can you give us a lift?

Is that Ashley? The gobby one from the shop?

Um... yeah.

She needs me. They all do.

They kind of see me like their leader, so...

What are you on about?

Very well.

Let us go forth and help your friends.

Hello?

Just walk, just walk, just walk!

Oh shit.

- Oh, look who it is. - What's Noah doing here?

- We got you this. - Thanks.

Leave Wren alone.

Straight to business.

Rochelle's funeral was sad.

Oh, really sad, but you looked so handsome.

Bet you wanted to look your best for Rochelle.

Mmm.

- Me and Rochelle weren't... - How long were you two together?

- We weren't together. - But you kissed.

That wasn't a real kiss.

What happened with Wren last night? Were that real?

I slept on the floor.

Wren ain't a nun.

- She moves fast. - People with no shame do that.

"No shame."

She's being a weirdo. Why does she post about the two of you and Rochelle?

A like's a like. She's sly.

Just like her dad.

- Killing must run in the family. - She didn't kill anyone.

Her dad did. Tommy Lostock, me auntie's neighbor.

- Neighbors, man. - Basically family.

Definitely. And if it weren't for Rick, he'd still be here.

- And if it weren't for Wren... - Enough.

...Rochelle would be.

Leave her alone. That's all I'm asking.

Noah?

- What you doing? - Here we go.

Look, I'm here to just say, can we not keep doing this?

We're doing nowt. You're the one being a drama queen.

- Why do you post weird shit? - I get that that's confusing.

Confusing? More like mental.

- Stop it. It's not Wren's fault. - Noah, I can talk for myself.

Look, it's not me. It's...

I'll take the posts down. Just, please... I miss her.

Roch, I'm so sorry. Roch, I'm so sorry. Roch, I'm so sorry.

What the fuck is this, then?

I'm sorry.

Roch, I'm so sorry.

Are you at her grave?

You know what? I... I didn't post that.

Wren, you said you'd message us if owt happened.

She's using Rochelle's death to get likes. This is what I'm on about.

Why are you sharing this? It's sick. She should be locked up.

It's not her fault. It's Red Rose!

- I think we should all chill. - You need putting in your place.

- Why do you have to be like this? - It's kicking off.

Wren, can we talk outside?

Wren, I'm sorry. I should've been there, and I know...

But look, you're here now.

It's fine.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Oh Jesus. - Fucking hell.

Don't look back. Just ignore them. Whatever you do, ignore them.

- Oi, Davis! - They're idiots.

You bustle in, telling me what's shit yet, then go post that?

You are a sly little bitch who backstabbed her best mate.

- Don't! - Ciaran said you did this to Rochelle.

- How d'you like it? - Stop it.

- Leave her alone. - She didn't leave you alone.

- We didn't do anything. I slept... - With Wren. Yeah, we know.

I feel so fucking sorry for your mum.

I mean, first your dad and now you.

Psycho must just run in the family, eh?

- Wren! - Get off me! Get the fuck away from me!

Noah, you all right?

- Noah. - Fuck this.

- Come back. - Fuck off!

Delete it, mate.

- I'm not your mate. - Just delete it, you lanky glass of milk.

- Fucking what? - Stop. Right, stop.

Go!

- Stop. - Dickhead.

- She's speaking to me. - That's not Rochelle.

What is it, then?

I found something.

Please be relevant.

A girl called Alyssa.

She, uh... she's done similar stuff to Rochelle,

with the same hashtags and all,

but some of the accounts that liked Alyssa's posts

also liked Rochelle's posts.

Her timeline is normal, then she starts posting weird shit like Rochelle.

Summat changed.

Why would she kill herself?

I don't think she did.

I'm sorry it's not... good news.

No. Thanks, Taz.

It's important.

I just wanna help.

Guys, look.

- Oh God, Manchester. - "Come with me if you want to live."

It's a quote from Terminator. A goodie says it.

It's a sign. I don't think this is Red Rose.

I'm really quite confused.

What should we do, Wren?

Tomorrow, we're going to Manchester.

Wren, you there?

Oh, I know you're there,

and I thought you should know...

I did it

because of you.

Whatever you are, you are not her.

Of course I am.

Don't you know a Dickhead when you hear one?

Yeah.

And you're not.

If you don't think I'm Rochelle, then why are you still talking to me?

'Cause you're gonna tell me what happened to her.

I did what I was told, and you will too.

I'll be seeing you very soon

in the garden.

Good night, Wren.

Fucking hell.

♪ When I dream, I see ♪

♪ Your lights that read to me ♪

♪ We're open, come inside ♪

♪ It's in my head ♪