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(theme music playing )

John:
Look at them all. Madness.

Best place to be on a bank holiday
is your own back garden.

There's always plenty of parking.
Don't fuss.

We agreed we were going to try
and give those children

the semblance
of an ordinary day.

A normal day.

( car approaching )

Matt: lmagine all the things
you thought you knew

all changed.

I mean, you think you know
your own children, but...

Ethan's too good
and Rosie's too quiet.

And why not?
'Cause "Hey, kids,

your mom upped
and left you"

or "Your mother is dead."

Not much of a choice,
is it?

So, yeah,
the sightings,

in some ways they are
the hardest thing.

This week--

and this is just the ones
I know about, okay--

someone saw Leanne
in a campsite

on Loch Lomond

and someone else
had her on a canal boat

coming down the Bingley Five Rise.
Even I thought I saw her--

eating chips
on a park bench.

Then you
go out the door

and there are people
out there, families

Iiving
their normal lives

and you're like,

"Do you have any idea

how you could
just lose it all?

Like that.

Like that."

Rawdon: And in just
a few minutes the marathon

and fun run will be taking off
from the west side of the park.

Don't miss it,
ladies and gentlemen,

just follow the banners
and the countdown will start.

If you haven't signed
any sponsorship forms yet,

Iook out for the buckets
and dig deep, ladies and gentlemen,

'cause it's all
for children's charities.

Matt: And meanwhile
the world still turns.

Out there,

the world
still turns.

First timer?

That obvious, is it?

There's got to be twice as many
people here today as last year.

We weren't famous
last year.

Silver lining,
Rawdon.

You've had many a front page
out of us being famous.

And just look at the money
we're gonna raise!

Rawdon: I would like
to introduce my lady wife.

What a fantastic
turnout!

Rawdon: So if you'd all just
finish limbering up,

hop to the start,
we'll be ready to go.

Go on, folks, put money
in the buckets. It's all for charity.

- We'll be counting down any second now.
- Go, girl!

All:
10, nine,

eight, seven,

six, five,
four, three,

two, one.

- ( air horn blasts )
- Mrs. Hull: And they're off!#

Rawdon: All the way around,
it's a big long way for them,

finishing at the lake of course.
Make your way there now.

We'll get you running
next year!

What's up
with you?

Boy wonder.

He's got a grown-up
snapper with him today.

I wonder what the little
sod's after?

After making
his fortune.

( camera clicking )

Could you turn
the pages, Matt?

- Like this?
- Woman: Yeah.

( doorbell rings )

- Shh.
- Hello, little darling.

- We're early, aren't we?
- We can't come out.

But it's all arranged,
darling.

We're going to the park, remember?
Look at the boats.

Ethan, don't close the door.
Where's your manners?

- And where's your daddy?
- He's busy.

Who's he got
in there?

Ethan:
You can't go in there.

- Well, there's a surprise.
- There's no need to be like that.

Get your hands off him!
He's not yours yet.

See?

Barbara.

Barbara.
Barbara, please.

You're vile.
You disgust me.

- Look, Barbara--
- Get your hands off me! Don't touch me!

- Oh my God.
- You've got the wrong end of the stick!

Look, Barbara, stop.
Just listen.

What on earth
is going on?

Not content with stealing
my daughter's husband,

she wants to make money
out of her too.

No no, Sarah did a deal
with one of the reporters

just to keep all
the others off our backs.

Us paying the mortgage
not good enough for you?

( sobs )

I've tried so hard
to believe in you, Matthew.

Take me home.

No, don't, look don't leave,
please don't leave.

Barbara, the children need
us all to be toget-- Barb--

Barbara:
She's got him eating out of her hand.

And we know nothing about her.
Nothing.

- John: I told you, didn't l?
- As for him,

you never liked him and now
I'm agreeing with you, all right?

All right?
Are you satisfied now?

As soon as that town hall
opens in the morning,

I'm getting the Social Services
onto him. I am.

Social Services?
Barbara...

- John!
- Stop! Whoa!

- Hold on, mate.
- Sorry sorry.

I'm fine.
Don't fuss.

All we do
is wait.

Wait while life
goes by without us.

Man:
Off you go, mate.

- Here she comes. Come on, Tops!
- Come on, girl!

- Come on, girl!
- Come on!

Look what
I got ya.

You've got nothing
better to do?

Oh yeah, I could be
watching the telly

or mowing
the bloody lawn.

( weed-whacker stops )

Children need their father,
however no-good he is.

Tanya!

Probably wrote
the time down wrong, innit?

"lnnit."

If I want to get aggravation
about the way I speak,

I can go back
to Matt's house.

We weren't talking
about your dad.

You should tell him
it upsets you when he's late.

And stress him with it? Stress him
like Mom did and watch him walk away?

( doorbell rings )

- ( door opens )
- Daddy!

Whoa!

- Not late, am l, princess?
- No.

It's like "Night of the Living Dead"
out there,

some sort of zombie
Olympics going on.

I nearly ran two of them over.
( imitates ghost )

- Stop it.
- God, what are you wearing?

Go and put something on.
You can't go out like that.

Mom bought
me this.

What was
she thinking, eh?

Joke.
You look great.

( car horn honking )

Both:
Zombies!

You're all a load
of zombies! Whoo!

Ooh! Well,
that's a nice hug

from my favorite girl.

Do I get
a hello too?

Always so quiet,
sweet pea.

We were supposed
to see the boats.

We can go on one
if you like.

- Can Sarah come too?
- Rosie: No!

She meant it,
all right.

It wouldn't be so bad
but Matt always defends them.

It's like he can't see it--
the racism.

- That's a big word, Sarah.
- I wouldn't say it to John and Barbara.

They'd deny it
anyway.

He can't work.
He can't get benefits.

He's got no
money coming in.

At least I know
a bit about business.

At least I know
how to cut a deal.

Hello, Matt.

Double time is it,
on a bank holiday?

I called her, Matt.

You know Rosie won't go
out with me in my car.

Don't tell me again
I'm too involved.

It's just--
take care of yourself,

because afterwards,
after all this is over,

there might not be as much room
for you here as you think.

Wasn't me who dragged
the poor grieving sod

down to the station.

It wasn't me who kept him
in a cell overnight.

You got a bollocking
for that, didn't you?

From your boss?

That's not his style.

( weed-whacker stops again )

( cell phone beeps )

Not disturbing you,
am l?

I saw Kate Moss wearing something
just like that in a magazine.

Kate Moss
is an old lady.

What about those?

They're minging, Dad.

Don't worry, I won't be
claiming the overtime.

We're not going
to talk about work, right?

No no.
Absolutely.

Ringing you on your day off,
I'm sorry.

Oh, don't start with the "sorry" stuff
if you wanna live.

- Move over.
- Amy, there's not much left

for a man to do
in the modern world.

There's lawn mowing.

It's a well-known fact we can only
concentrate on one thing at a time.

- And there's corkscrews.
- Ah.

Bank holidays are the pits,
aren't they?

Rawdon:
We've got...

a lost child at
the administration booth.

Her name is Bethany.
She's six years old.

She's wearing like
a pink flowery T-shirt.

Could Bethany's mom
or dad please come

to the administration booth?
( echoing distortion )

Smell this, Matt,
it's fantastic.

Here, I'll bruise it
for you.

- Sarah, all these people--
- Smell.

It's heaven.

Smells like
lamb chops.

I'm feeling a bit gawked at,
tell you the truth.

- ( camera clicking )
- Oh. Well, we could go down to the lake.

It might be a bit quieter.
Then Ethan can have his boats.

Besides if I stand here any longer,
I'll go home with more pots

than I've got windowsills
to stand them on.

Matt:
Leanne.

( breathing heavily )

Sorry.

Sarah:
Let's go, Matt.

Don't worry, Matt.

The kids will
be fine with Simone.

You'll have
to forgive the mess.

Nice place.

You know what it's like--
you reach a point

when there's still
two boxes need emptying

and nowhere to put the stuff
even if you still wanted it.

Oh, poor things
are so dry.

Soaking it up, look.

Oh. Sorry sorry.

Sorry.
It's all right.

Leanne used to say all this
apologizing we all do,

all this endless
feeling guilty,

it's just another way
of feeling sorry for ourselves,

another way
of enjoying it.

I can hear
her now.

"Stop bloody
wallowing."

I don't need you
to do this.

I need to,
actually.

I really do.

Rawdon: Here they come,
ladies and gentlemen.

Big cheer now,
come on, cheer him in.

981, well done, sir.
Lovely. Come on, keep cheering.

There's more coming and they're
all raising a lot of money

for local
children's charities.

Sarah, Sarah.

It's too soon.
It's too soon.

- Look. I can't--
- Shut up! Shut up!

- All right.
- Brown sauce?

It's there,
behind you.

- ( horserace announcer on radio )
- Foster: You see,

you can witter on about
your dead Macedonian

- as long as you like--
- I don't witter.

I know you long for Branko
to lead you to Leanne,

but there's not a shred of evidence
to link their murders

except she bought
flowers from him.

Well, it's got to go
back to Kyle Betts

and his snide
cigarettes, hasn't it?

I mean there's more money
to be made smuggling fags

than heroin, these days.
Big profits to protect.

If we could just find evidence
to link Branko and Kyle Betts...

Um, one of them got
themselves shot dead

and the other one might as well have done,
for all the information he's given us.

Or Branko and...

our two veterans of the war
in Yugoslavia,

that's the annoying one.

There has to be
a link to Matt.

'Cause then it would all fit together
like a horse and carriage

and you'd get the Queen's
police medal.

You see?
Men, they always go...

"Warfare, guns,

international conspiracies!
Yee-haw!" Whereas a woman--

- That's sexist nons--
- No, Matt tells us that he doesn't suspect

Mrs. Whiter-than-white Wifey
is playing away from home.

Intel reports say
he was jealous as hell.

One lntel report.
Intelligence isn't evidence,

and motive is
just for storybooks, Amy.

I can barely work out my own motive
for getting up in the morning.

( snickers )

I've never believed that Leanne
was shagging Daf Parry,

you know that.
But if Matt believed it...

Is he attractive--
Daf Parry?

To a woman?

He thinks he's
the mutt's nuts.

Silk socks! Oof.

God, I hate
vanity in a man.

What a lovely weekend off
we're all having.

Open another
bottle.

I don't know about
weekends off, do you?

No hinterland, guv,
that's your problem.

Pot.

Kettle.

What?

Well, l...

I agree there's always something
left when a marriage is over,

something that keeps
bringing you back.

Daf didn't kill her.

Shame, really.

He's just
the sort of man

the word "toerag"
was invented for.

Mom said the food
in France is dead salty

and why do you never
get any veg?

You don't eat veg
if it's put in front of you!

A vegetarian who doesn't
eat vegetables.

English teenagers,
good God.

I don't know how
you can eat that--

gateau de pink
blobby bits.

Dad...

It's not because
I don't want you.

It's 'cause your girlfriend
doesn't want me.

Don't be a baggage.

Marie-Helene has been
very kind to you.

No, she has, and in more
ways than you know.

If she hadn't offered
to look after the clients,

I couldn't have
come back at all.

August bank holiday!
Come on!

So she doesn't know
about you and Mom then.

What?

'Cause I know about the ticket, Dad.
I heard everybody talking.

They always do that. They always
think they can hide things from us,

but then they whisper away
with the police in the kitchen.

Mom had a one-way
ticket to France.

You buy them one-way 'cause
for some reason they're cheaper.

Listen, Tanya,
I don't want to upset you,

but your mother wasn't
coming to see me for love.

There was only one thing
she ever wanted from me.

Money?
What for?

Money, what for?

So what if I was a bit late
with it sometimes?

Endless earache
about child support, God.

And don't tell me she didn't try
and get you on her side.

She never says anything bad
to me about you.

Everyone knows
you're not supposed

to badmouth the absent
parent and she never does.

Why do you keep talking about her
as though she were still alive?

Daddy.

That was
terrible.

What I said,
that was terrible.

I just--

God, Tanya,

I can't get my head
around any of this.

If Mom is dead

and you go back
to France without me,

then I lose both of you.

I'll have no one, Dad.

Please.

I don't know what I've done
with my shirt.

On the floor
outside the bathroom.

So you're the one
with the tragic life

and I'm the one who gets
the mercy fuck.

Didn't even
get that.

I feel like
a bloody rapist now.

I thought, "Everyone else
thinks we're doing it,

so we might as well."

Oooh!
( laughing )

Come here.

( crowd cheering )

And are you being polite to Nana?
I hope so.

I'll be home for tea.
Of course I will. I promise.

Put Nana on now,
sweetheart.

Boats!
Look boats!

Ethan!
Sorry, Mom,

I'll call you back
in a bit. Ethan!

Don't get out
of my sight, please.

- Oh, hi.
- We're taking Gem on a boat ride.

Oh oh, dear.
No, I'm sorry I don't think so.

Look, no dogs on boats.

I'm afraid it's just
one of those things.

Mom wouldn't let us
when the sun was shining.

Your mom
and her rules.

Why don't we sit
in the dark

for a bit and feel
sorry for ourselves,

snivel into our hankies
where nobody can see us?

- I'll even do a "rom-com."
- No, an 18.

- One with zombies.
- Ooh.

And, Dad...

can I leave
with you tomorrow?

Whatever you want.

She doesn't like
being on her own.

It's good thing she's got
Scooter to play with.

What if she runs away
and never comes back?

Of course she's not gonna run away.
She's on her lead, isn't she?

You wanted
to come, Ethan.

Thank you
for bringing us.

( whispers )
Magic word. Magic word.

Thank you.

Do you know what
I think we should do?

I think we should go
and rescue poor old Gem.

And then we should go
and get some ice cream.

Can we have
pizza instead?

Man:
Help!

Help.
We found something here.

Help.
Please.

Help!

Help!

Help!

( shouting continues )

( shouting continues )

Help!
We found something here.

- A pencil then-- anything.
- You're the one

who's supposed
to be a journalist.

And where would I keep it
in this chuffing costume?

Five quid and a Chinese takeaway says
it's just an old carpet someone's dumped.

( house phone ringing )

( cell phone rings )

Yes, Foster.

( phone ringing )

( ringing )

( sirens wailing )

( sirens passing )

( crowd applauding )

The search team is
just setting up,

- but it does look like a body.
- Okay.

Beam:
You've been on the piss with him?

Do me a favor.

So is it Leanne?
Is it her?

There'll be a press release
in due course.

Do you mind standing behind
the cordon, please?

Mrs. Hull: Could you get out
of the way of the runners, please?

- Excuse me, mate.
- Out the way!

Woman: Come on, boys.
You can do it.

( crowd cheering )

I'm sorry!
I'm really sorry.

- I didn't see you, sorry.
- It's okay.

Are you all right, doll?
I said it's okay. Piss off.

- It was me.
- What?

I killed her.

I read a story once,
about a man

whose nose
climbs off his face

and goes around town
on its own pretending to be him.

( giggles )

Yeah, it's
a Russian story.

No no, but that's
exactly right.

That's exactly
what it feels like--

Iike this is all
about someone else.

People staring,

newspapers writing,

policemen arresting...

some other guy
who's walking and talking

and pretending to be me.

I changed
my name.

Why?
When?

I was 16.

I just didn't want to be
her for one more day.

Didn't want to be that
"Blood-soaked Toddler

in Tragic
Murder Vigil."

At least
that's why

I told myself
I did it.

So now I'm
nobody's daughter.

Go on then, what was
your name before?

Mildred
Postlethwaite?

Cruella De Vil?

I'm not
telling you.

I don't want you
Googling me.

Why, what...

wicked sins could l
possibly find out

that I don't
know about already?

The reason we're here
right now--

it was never
a mercy fuck.

I just had
to shut you up somehow,

had to stop you
talking about your wife.

I couldn't bear to hear
the love in your voice.

I'm always gonna feel
like that about her, Sarah.

I know.
And you should.

It's right,
it's the right thing.

And I admire you
for it.

It's just--

( doorbell buzzes )

I'm scared

as long as I live

nobody will ever talk
about me like that.

( doorbell buzzes )

Hello?

Farnes:
Is Matt with you?

( alarm beeps, locks click )

( engine starts )

Beam:
No, you're not under arrest.

Let's take things
nice and slow, okay?

You can still have a solicitor
if you want one.

Oh oh.
It's a bank holiday.

Well, they've got special ones
who work on their days off.

Well, I can't
stay long.

I have to see the dogs,
they need me.

Francis, why don't you just
tell me what you know

about what we found
in the lake today?

Is this--
is it for the tape?

We're not taping this.
It's just a chat, okay?

It's like all those other chats

- we've had, remember?
- Yeah, all right...

I killed her

and...

just put her
in the lake.

She was just so beautiful.
( sobbing )

Foster: Beginning to wish
I hadn't given up smoking.

Christ, what's taking
them so long?

I'm rather enjoying this.
I like a mystery.

I like a result.

Let's hope you're the one
who goes home happy.

Not in my nature,
guv.

It's her then?

Awful lot of trouble if
it's a supermarket trolley.

"The Lady
in the Lake"--

one of my favorite
headlines.

( cell phone rings )

Mick Danes, yeah.

Doing that
old queen's legwork?

Santa's
little helper?

It's quite hard to take
the moral high ground

when you're dressed
like a giant rabbit.

Radio announcer: Breaking news now:
we're getting reports

that a body has been
found by police

searching for the missing
mother, Leanne Wellings.

The body was found
in a boating lake

five miles from her home
during a charity fun run.

We'll bring you more details
as soon as we have them.

TV announcer: Footfall starts
to make up a little bit of ground

through the field
over the far sides.

Spotty Cheese setting up
a fantastic gallop here.

- ( car engine revs )
- Hill Boy and Laughing Water

still racing in third place.

Drainpipe coming down
the center of the course

with Heavenly Sent
on the inside.

Heavenly Sent
coming down the center.

Gracious Lady
back in last place...

( race commentary
continues )

( knocks on door )

Come in.

Your bike's
gone west, has it?

I need a car
in this job.

Yeah.

Well, I presume you've
got something to say,

so out with it.

Just came to get
your reaction.

My reaction
to what?

Uh...
nothing.

No, I made
a mistake.

No no no.

You're not going
anywhere

until you've told me
what's happened.

( yelling )

( news on TV )

Oh God.

Good God.
Come on, come on.

It's all right.

Come on. Come on.

I'm here. I'm here.
Come on.

Ethan:
Won't you miss me though?

- Tanya: Baby bro...
- Ethan: Not a baby!

Of course
I'll miss you, big bro.

You're gonna
come and visit.

It's so cool in France,
you wait till you see.

Don't look at me
like that.

You've got your dad
all the time.

Barbara:
I remember the last time...

Iast time we had to wait for hours
to find out if it was her.

We were at the airport
all night waiting for you, Daf.

And I remember I still thought--
I still believed...

my daughter
would be coming home.

John?

( clears throat )

I think we all know
we're probably facing

the worst possible
news here...

and we need to make
some plans.

It's not right
to assume that.

It's not right to make plans
that don't include her.

Who's the one making plans
that don't include her?

- What's your point?
- Tanya has decided

to go back to France
with her father.

Oh.

Okay.

But we think--

well, Barbara
and I think

that we need to talk about
the little ones too.

We think
it might be best

if they came here to live
with us for a while.

- Why?
- Admit it, Matthew, you're not coping.

You abandoned them
this afternoon in the park

to go running off
with that woman.

So he's a suitable
father and I'm not?

God knows, Daf wasn't
faithful to Leanne either,

but at least he earned
a proper living.

Money?

Is that what
this is all about?

Your wife bought a ticket
she didn't tell you about,

to travel hundreds of miles
to beg me for money.

For your
daughter.

You expect me to believe you spent
my child support on Tanya?

( doorbell rings )

Is there
some news?

Could we...?

What do they want?

Nothing,
nothing.

Come back
to bed.

Barclay: It's important to stress
that we can't be sure

of anything until
after the postmortem.

But I do
need you to...

Iook at this.

I gave her
that bracelet.

The things I gave her she never
wore but she liked that one.

I got it right
that time.

How long till
we know for sure?

It depends how straightforward
the identification turns out to be.

But we can identify
her straightaway.

We prefer to rely
on dental records.

What shall we tell
the children?

Best not to say anything
for now, if you can.

You don't think it's gonna
be like this...

your worst nightmare.
Your own daughter--

you never expect
you might actually

end up looking forward to the moment
when you know for sure

that she's dead.

No.

I'm sure there's a million
things I should be asking you.

I can't think of anything
at the moment.

Barclay: Well, you have
my phone number.

Please feel free
to ring.

You have told
my father?

I'm so sorry,
I thought you...

Let me phone
your daughter.

She'll come
if she wants to.

She knows
where I am.

( sobs )

The desk are happy.
We're the splash.

Fuck off, Mick.

If I wanted to be breaking
bad news for a living

I'd have been
a weatherman.

Some clunky piece of wood
in a helmet turns up,

total stranger,
bad news, horrible.

At least your old guy
got it from a familiar face.

He's 80 years old
and tough as old boots

and you sent me round there
to make him cry.

If I was in the mood
for using long words

I'd call that
infantile omnipotence.

- What?
- It's not about you, you little tosser.

He's lost
his granddaughter.

Wasn't you
who made him cry.

You were just
there at the time.

You still serving
food in here?

- Barclay: Cut the air in there with a knife.
- ( car alarm beeps )

I think they
took it quite well.

I don't know.

Can't hold it
in forever, can they?

How much doubt
is there, actually?

Part of me just wants to say
yes, she's definitely dead,

so they can get on with it,

get on with the sheer
hard work of grief.

See you
in the morning.

Daf: Tell him what you're gonna
do if he doesn't hand over

the children voluntarily.
Well, go on, tell him.

No no, it won't
come to that.

Barbara: We've had little enough
help from the authorities.

It's about time they
gave us some support.

- John: Barbara!
- Matt: Social workers?

You're letting social workers
loose on my kids?

Farnes:
What's going on?

Just let us look after them
till all this is over.

Matt: This is never
gonna be over, John.

This is for life.

Farnes:
Let's just--

Matt:
I loved your daughter.

I loved you.

You were the only
family I ever had.

And I would rather die
than let my kids go into care.

Well, if you died they'd have to,
wouldn't they?

- You bastard!
- Leave him alone!

Farnes:
Both of you, act your age.

Oh yeah, Mr. Big--
typical squaddie, only knows

- one way to settle an argument.
- Daddy!

I'm going back
to the hotel.

My flight leaves
at 8:00 in the morning.

- But we haven't got my ticket yet.
- Can you stop milking it, Tan?

Stop trying to use her death
to get me back into harness.

Is Mom
really dead?

No no. We don't know yet.
Nothing's certain.

Don't lie to us!

I...

- I'll be in touch.
- Daddy.

Daddy!

All right,
come on, let's go.

Ethan:
No, not without Tanya.

You don't get many proper
Egyptian belly dancers these days.

It's against their
religion and all that.

No, she's
Australian.

I thought he just had
weird taste in music.

Dr. Tobolska:
Calls herself Amunet,

which means Goddess of Mystery,
apparently.

Her real name's
Anthea.

Honestly!

She's from Brisbane.

Broke his heart,
poor old boy.

Oh, you're painting
pictures I'll never erase.

Are you ready
to get started?

No.

Guv. Guv!

He's on another planet,
look at him.

Foster:
I like a nice warm mortuary.

That any better?

Do you know, I think it's
got even hotter in here.

Assistant:
Get one of those big fan things

and I'll waft
gentle breezes at you.

I really don't like to think
of the air in here

moving about any more
than is strictly necessary.

So come on then,
hit me with your new theory.

Thousands of theories,
can't make any of them stick.

I didn't think that was allowed in
today's thrusting young police service.

We don't really do

- thrusting and young, do we, guv?
- ( door opens )

Jesus Christ!

You're late.

The air conditioning's gone down again--
bank holiday special.

( groans )

So, Mr. Barclay,

you've got no theory,

your dashing young
detective-constable's

got no stomach
for dead people,

and yet your sergeant here
can eat 10 men before breakfast.

Using my famous charm,
I cracked her like a walnut.

I'm sorry to break it to you, guv,
but I only do younger men.

Here's a theory
for you, Marina:

What if she
turns up dead,

but you take one look
at her and tell me,

"Oh, she may have been missing
five weeks but she only died this morning."

Have you seen
the state of this body?

You know, if she'd been
alive all along,

some madman had kept
her captive somewhere

in a torture chamber all that time,
then I could have saved her.

Nightmare
scenario.

I don't have
nightmares about her.

Not every night.

- Sorry.
- I went from missing person

to murder too quickly,

without
the evidence.

It's amazing what you can lose sleep
over when a case is going tits up.

- ( sighs )
- What?

Fingernails-- I hate the bit
with the fingernails.

What is it?
Blood?

Dr. Tobolska:
No, it looks like fibers of some kind,

Ioads of it,

under every single one
of her fingernails.

( doorbell rings )

Emma's away all weekend.
You know she is.

I just thought I'd come round
and check you were okay.

I can hardly move
and I keep wanting to cry.

- ( laughs )
- Next question?

Put me on the sofa,
put me on the kitchen floor,

I can't be
on me own tonight.

( Tanya sobbing )

She'll be glad to wake up
at home in her own bed anyway.

Tanya doesn't
see this as home.

Why should she?

I've never been much use
to her, poor kid.

You just need to cut
each other some slack, you two.

Get to know each other
a bit better.

Yeah, if we get
the chance.

If John and Barbara don't dog me
into the Social Services.

"Guess Who's Coming
to Dinner" syndrome.

The white folks are all right
with a black boyfriend

as long as he looks like
Denzel Washington.

Well, it's been a long day
for all of us.

When will I know whether
Leanne was pregnant?

Tomorrow.

I slept
on the sofa.

Are you gonna buy
that or what?

Proud of yourself,
are ya?

Attendant:
Oi, what about your petrol?

Put me in the book
of heroic failures.

There's nobody else in here
that could even run for a bus,

which makes us all very proud
of you and your strong legs.

Emma, l...

didn't think you were
back till tomorrow.

I dropped my stuff off
at the flat this morning.

You were still asleep,
I think.

So pick a winner.

The race was
yesterday.

Go on.

- Barbara.
- Emma: Bad luck, sweetie!

- I got Daf.
- I got Matt.

What, we're running
a sweepstake

on who killed
Leanne?

Got to have some fun in here.
Have you seen these headlines?

Never got this kind of coverage
for poor old Branko, did we?

Branko was a bit lacking in
the long-blonde-hair department.

Just as dead though.

Look in
the classifieds.

Find yourself
another flat.

( phone ringing )

We're family.

We have to cope
with this as a family.

Social Services?

Yes, I want to talk to your
child protection team, please.

Listen to me,
Barbara.

For once, just listen to me because
I've really thought about this.

We're going to make it up
with Matt.

We're going to find a way
to help him with the children.

Why? Because it's
the right thing to do.

It's what Leanne would
have wanted us to do.

My God, now she's dead
and she's still running our lives.

Are you ever
ever going to grow up?

( phones ringing )

Ready for you now.

You'll talk
to Matt Wellings

before the rest
of the family, all right?

It'll be a few days before we can
confirm the baby was his.

How do you think
he'll take it?

He thought the world
of Leanne.

He trusted her.

She was
the jealous one.

Guv... I think
we should stop thinking

of Leanne
as a victim.

What, in spite
of the fractured skull,

and the gravel in her hair
and the water in her lungs?

She drowned.

Alive when she went
into the water.

But that's not a detail
we're releasing.

Everything I hear about her,
everything I learn,

she's just not
the victim type.

So I was looking at the photos
of the fibers under her fingernails...

The theory is
they're carpet fibers.

Right, okay. Well, I thought,
what if she did it on purpose?

Scraped up lots
of the carpet on purpose,

to tell us
where she'd been taken?

Yeah, I woke up thinking
the same thing.

We'll make a detective
out of you yet.

What is it?

Nothing.
I'm so sorry.

No, come on,
what is it?

Hormones...

Iack of sleep,
this bloody awful job.

- No, Simone. Not good enough.
- All right.

Well, all week I've been waiting
for a bollocking from you

for arresting Matt
and bringing him in,

making him feel
like a suspect,

jeopardizing
the enquiry.

You made an honest mistake, and I don't
do management by bollocking.

No, you don't do management at all
'cause you're like some awful trendy dad.

You just want
to be liked.

And I haven't slept,
I can't eat...

just waiting to be
kicked off the job,

all because you won't
speak straight.

( cell phone ringing )

Yeah, hello.

I'm sorry you had
trouble getting through.

- Busy morning.
- Yes.

I won't
hold you up.

But I want
to see her.

I want to see
my daughter.

The dental records were
fairly conclusive, I'm afraid.

I'm her father.

I'll happily take blood samples
from you and your wife.

50% your D.N.A.,
50% Barbara's...

Equals 100%
Leanne?

You condescending shit.

You taught science
for 30 years,

so you don't need me to describe
what five weeks underwater

does to the human body.

You're dead right.
I don't.

And you'll also understand there are
health and safety considerations.

Health and safety?

Health
and bloody safety,

and objectives
and targets

and outcomes,
key stages.

Scientists are
the baddies now.

Is it any wonder they can't get anybody
to be a science teacher anymore?

Let me get someone to take you home.
I'm not happy about you driving.

You treat us
like children.

Okay.

We couldn't make
a visual identification

because she doesn't
really have a face.

Okay.

I don't know
what the rules are.

I don't know what people do
in this kind of situation.

Nobody tells you what
you're supposed to do.

All I know is

that I loved
my daughter

but I didn't always...

defend her
as I should.

And now
that she's dead,

I want to do
my duty by her.

I want to be man enough
to say goodbye.

Leanne's voice: Hi, this is Leanne.
Sorry we can't take your call

at the moment, but please leave
a message and we'll call you back.

( beeps )

Hello, if you want
to leave a message

for anyone
in the Wellings family...

( knocking on door )

( answering machine beeps )

( reporters clamoring )

I would have come around
last night but I thought

family time and...

God, I am really
sorry, mate.

All I can think about
is what if she was pregnant.

Haven't they
told you?

Still waiting
for news.

Always waiting.

Waiting for them
to find the children,

waiting for them
to find Leanne.

I'm scared I'm gonna have
to grieve for the two of them.

My wife,

and my unborn child.

10 years old
I was...

when they discovered the secret
of the double helix.

The answer to every
question of human life:

D.N.A.

It was
beautiful.

The men who
discovered it

said they knew it would be
beautiful and it was.

And they were
Englishmen.

Well, one
of them was.

And that was
my life mapped out.

No more opening
for England

or driving
the Flying Scotsman.

I was gonna be
a scientist.

They talk about
pester power now--

good God, the nagging
my poor parents got.

11th birthday
coming up,

I had to have
a chemistry set.

Can't get them
for kids now.

Huh.

Health and safety.

Look, John...

"Closure,"
don't they call it?

Good God,

the language
of Shakespeare.

Will you wait
for me?

- You can't go in there alone.
- Try and stop me.

When we catch whoever
did this to your daughter,

do you want some
smart asshole

to get him off on
the grounds that I failed

to prevent the body
being tampered with?

You're talking about her
as if she's some kind of exhibit.

That's exactly
what she is to me.

Walk away, John.

Remember her
as she was.

She was 100% Leanne.

You said it yourself--

100% my beautiful daughter.

How exactly do you think

she can hurt me now?

( theme music playing )