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I'm not sure I can drive.

Oh, shit!

My glasses!

They're on your face.

These are my driving glasses. My reading glasses.

I left them at Tom's...

..this morning, looking at the map.

Never go back. It's the first rule.

First rule.

Don't leave your name and address at the scene.

BANGING Oh, it's locked.

We need to clear this up.

Give me a hand.

Ken.

Yeah.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

KEY IN THE LOCK Tom?

Tom?

Tom?

OK, I put credit on both of them.

You paid cash?

Uh-huh.

This is emergencies only. No other contact.

Well, what happens now?

Nothing happens now.

Normal service is resumed.

We go back to our lives.

And that's it?

Everything as normal as possible.

They're looking for...

They're not looking, that's the whole point.

If they were it's for the unusual, the abnormal.

Normal is our safe place.

But for now, no contact.

We're back.

Ah, here she comes.

Hi. Hello.

Hi, Granny.

Hello, munchkins. Mmm, mmm, mmm. Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Hey.

Looks nice.

Your hair.

Thanks.

It should do for all the time it took.

I looked round the shops after.

Mm-hm.

We didn't have ketchup when I was a little boy,

we had salt and vinegar.

We still have salt and vinegar.

No ice or lemon?

Senior moment.

That's it.

Night, night.

Night, night darling.

What's the matter, Granny?

Nothing.

Granny just thought of something sad, that's all.

Night, night.

Night, night.

What?

That was David on the phone.

It's Tom.

He's missing.

He went out on his boat, and he hasn't come back.

They're looking for him.

Marion's beside herself.

Oh, my God.

Come on.

Quick work, Constable.

Gold star for you.

Well, let's be 100% sure before we praise Sherlock fucking Holmes here.

It was easy.

The GPS gave us his last known position.

The Coastguard did the rest.

Of course, if we'd left it a bit, it might have drifted

on the tide to Devon and then it'd be their problem, not ours.

Well, I for one am grateful.

Too long in the water and it's like slicing blancmange.

You don't have to do this bit if you don't want to.

I'm fine, Sarge.

You all right, my darling?

Hi.

Hello.

I'm so sorry, Marion.

Should I do this now or later?

Erm, we'll take them home love.

Wait. If I do them here I won't be able to do them later.

Just put them in the sink, eh?

Oh, OK.

It must have been a terrible shock.

Well, in some ways it was a relief.

I mean considering his, erm...

Yeah.

My big brother. What can you say?

Did you have to identify him?

He looked very peaceful.

I mean, he was bashed about a bit, you know. Discoloured.

They say drowning's a nice way to go.

How they know that I can't imagine. Sorry.

When's the inquest?

Next week.

Then we'll get a date in for the funeral.

Do you have an investigating officer?

Nice girl, very young.

Isn't everyone these days?

And she's looking into things?

She brought us a victim's support leaflet in case we wanted to

talk to someone.

When did we all become victims? That's what I want to know.

Sorry...

Sorry mate.

PHONE RINGING

PHONE BUZZING

PHONE BUZZING

BUZZING CONTINUES

BUZZING CONTINUES

BUZZING CONTINUES

BUZZING CONTINUES

OPERATOR: The person you've called is not available.

Please leave a message after the...

See you later.

Where are you off to?

Just nipping out.

How was Bridge?

Marjorie was having one of her nights.

I'd rather play with you.

It's your thing. It's good we have different things.

And what's your thing?

Where's that one?

Er, Weston.

Prime Costa Geriatrica but... Shall we go and see it?

Really? You'd do that?

Never said I wouldn't.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe it is time.

Do you need anything?

No.

DOOR CLOSES

WARNING PINGS

Oh, bugger.

This is a bit public, isn't it?

I mean we're not supposed to meet.

You called me, Ken.

I know.

Sorry.

Are you OK?

I've been better.

You paid cash for those tickets? No.

No way they could track us is there?

I signed up for the family membership.

Nigel's been banging on about it for years.

You're on a guest pass. You were never here at all.

How do you fancy Stourhead next?

They filmed Pride and Prejudice there.

The new one, not the good one. Phil. Please.

How can you just carry on?

What else are we going to do?

You can't just pretend it didn't happen.

I need to talk about it, don't you?

We did a good thing.

But did we?

The right thing, for Tom, who begged us to do it.

We have to remember that.

It'll get easier.

After the inquest we can... Inquest?

It's just a formality.

Great. Now we have a trial.

Not a trial.

A hearing.

Just to establish cause of death.

How is that a formality?

Terminally ill septuagenarian with

a history of suicide attempts.

There's nothing to see here.

Look around you.

That's us. We're invisible.

Nobody sees a pair of pensioners.

That's our superpower.

Love. It was for love.

Never forget that.

Thanks for coming, Phil.

Least I could do.

Hello, Marion.

Yes.

COURT USHER: All stand, please.

We'll now hear the inquest for Tom Richards, deceased 21st of May.

The subject had a small meal. Some champagne.

Not enough to cause intoxication.

Cause of death is given here as asphyxiation.

Abrasions round the ankle from the rope.

Haematoma around the throat consistent with

the earlier documented attempt.

Stage four cancer of the pancreas, liver, lungs.

I believe we have PC Ayesha Kareem here?

Please come forward.

Congratulations, Constable, on what is a very thorough report.

Exemplary in fact.

Is there anything you want to raise?

Er, the seacocks. They were open,

I wanted to state that.

The seacocks are openings that allow the boat

to drain or let water in.

Thank you, I noticed that.

There was also the champagne tied to the boat.

Anything else?

Er, there was no water, in the pathologist's report,

there was no water in the subject's lungs.

Dry drowning we used to call it. It's a common reflex.

We've covered the pathology.

The knot around his ankle was tied tight.

The subject had arthritis in his fingers.

How did he manage to do that?

I'm sorry. Could we take a moment?

How are you, Patricia?

Phil Leach. I thought it, was you?

Still working?

I'm retired but the backlog got me back in.

It gets me out of the house. You?

15 years retired.

I'm here for a friend.

But do we have to go through everything?

The family just wants to bury their dead.

We'll make it as painless as possible.

We should get together. Tell old war stories.

I'd like that.

See you in there.

Having considered all the facts, the age of the deceased,

and his habit of going out to sea alone,

I am settling on the conclusion of Accident,

which is also known as Misadventure.

I hope this gives you comfort,

and I wish you well as you grieve.

This concludes these proceedings.

Misadventure.

Misadventure.

A tragic accident.

So that's it?

All put to bed.

So I guess I'll see you at the funeral then, eh?

The funeral.

And, Ken...?

Phil?

Truelove.

Truelove.

Philippa Leach? Er, Ayesha Kareem.

I know. I was in there.

I look at you every day.

There's a photo of you in the station.

You were Chief Constable back in the day.

Deputy.

1996 to 2009.

Sorry, it's just you are a huge inspiration.

Banging my head against the glass ceiling for 30 years.

Is the food any better? In the canteen?

No.

You did well in there.

You have it,

the detective mindset.

Not everybody does.

Oh, there was a lot we didn't get into.

Sometimes that's for the best.

You'll find as you get older that, sometimes,

the truth is what everybody can agree on.

Work hard. You'll go far.

Hi. Just leaving now.

Hi, Barbara. Hi.

Come in, Monty. Hello!

Good boy. Good boy.

He's pleased to see you.

He's got good taste, haven't you Monty?

Funerals suit you, Ken.

You look like a film star.

Oh, well thank you.

Here.

Ken...

..I'm sorry for your loss.

She holds a torch for you, Barbara.

At this point, you could do a lot worse than Barbara.

Have a look at your new granddaughter.

Jean.

Isn't she beautiful?

Mother and baby doing well.

They're calling her 'Choosy' while they choose a name.

Ken, you will go and see them, won't you?

Maybe you could go with Barbara.

Jean, could you please not, today.

I thought you liked this one.

I did. I do.

It's a lot, that's all, in a confined space.

# And calm amidst its rage did sleep

# Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee

# For those in peril on the sea. #

We're here today because we loved Tom...

..and Tom loved us.

Love.

Growing up we didn't say that word very much.

Nowadays people say it more

and that's a good thing, I think.

Our mother brought me and my sister, Jean, to Bristol when I was 16.

Arriving here we were... Erm, how can I put this?

..a bit different to everyone else.

So, I thank God for Tom.

The first day at school he put his hand out

to me in friendship.

Those times after school are still the happiest of my life.

I often wonder, why did Tom do that?

Why did he reach out?

He didn't have to.

And the only answer I can give you is love.

I'd like to think that when Tom needed us,

that we were there for him, too.

Tom, we love you...

..and we'll see you on the other side.

To Tom.

ALL: To Tom.

Here, Marion, let me help you with that.

Oh, thank you, Ken.

No bother.

You're an angel.

An angel of mercy.

Devil on horseback?

Rum, brandy and white wine.

Steady, steady.

Old naval recipe. Proper job.

Er, designated driver.

Can't Jean drive?

I thought that's what Christians were for.

I've missed you.

It's only been a couple of weeks.

It's been 50 years.

Devils on horseback?

Devil on horseback?

No, thanks.

How's that punch coming?

It's good. Yeah.

MUSIC: True Love by Cole Porter

Oh, God I love this. Come on everybody, dance.

How do you mean?

Well, it's a Bridge club, you know, you go every Tuesday.

But mostly I play online anyway.

Phil, dance.

# ..True love and so on and on it will always be... #

Marion.

The booze and the medication don't mix.

Ooh.

# ..True love

# For you and I have a guardian angel

# On high with nothing to do... #

LOWERED VOICES CHATTING

Hi, Granny.

Hello, munchkins.

Morning.

Hi, Mum. What's the occasion?

Tea? Lapsang?

Boiled egg?

Sit.

What are you doing here? It's not Mother's Day.

Just sit down please, Mum.

We would like you to tell us...

..what you've done.

No. We know what you've done.

What am I supposed to have done?

Oh, please! Don't, don't...

..don't use your tactics.

I found it in your knicker drawer.

Can you just be honest with us, Mum, please?

This, this one hurts. National Trust Family Membership.

How many times have I said that we should do this?

Oh, for bloody hell's sake.

How could you?

With Ken Holding...

..after all these years.

Well, have you or haven't you?

Kate. Leave us a moment, would you?

Hmm. Right.

Here again.

Hasn't changed a bit.

Unlike us.

What is it?

It's Nigel.

What about him?

He's got the idea that we're having a, a thing...

..you and me.

He found some receipts and stuff.

National Trust Membership.

Hmm.

I know. Not my finest hour.

And what did you say?

I said we were.

Why would you do that?

All that time together, it has to be explained somehow.

I said it started at Dennis's funeral.

We'd meet at pubs, beauty spots...

..Tom let us use his cottage.

A bit like Charles and Camilla.

Tom would never do that.

Apart from anything else, it's a rock-solid alibi.

And what did Nigel say?

He wasn't happy... Huh.

..but I told him I'd end it.

That's what today is.

I'm here to break it off.

Huh.

Nigel's in the car park. He drove me here.

We're having therapy.

Giving the marriage a go. All of that.

And that's it, huh?

I'm your alibi. Your excuse.

What else was I going to say? Tell him the truth?

You know, you haven't changed a bit.

What does that mean?

It's like we're 18 all over again.

It's not like that. It's nothing like that.

Come on, Monty. Ken! No, don't.

Ooh. All right, mate?

Did you see that? Whoa.

Mind your own fucking business.

MUSIC: Buckets of Rain by Bob Dylan

TV PLAYING

# Buckets of rain, buckets of tears

# Got all them buckets coming out of my ears

# Buckets of moonbeams in my hand... #

Come on. OK.

# You got all the love, honey baby, I can stand

# I been meek and hard like an oak

# I've seen pretty people disappear like smoke

# Friends will arrive, friends will disappear... #

Beautiful.

Would you like to see the kitchen?

# If you want me, honey baby, I'll be here... #

INSTRUMENTAL

INSTRUMENTAL CONTINUES

# I like your smile and your fingertips

# I like the way that you move your hips

# I like the cool way you look at me

# Everything about you is bringing me misery. #

It's been trashed.

How long's it been here?

Do you know who the owner might be?

Nobody's claimed it? No.

The registration's usually on the bow somewhere.

The front.

Yeah.

Gotta belong to someone.

Hello.

Oh, hi!

Bloody daylight robbery.

I didn't know you were coming.

Good to see you.

I'm here for Tom.

Where is everybody?

Search me. This is the rendezvous.

Pretty sure they said midday. Hm-mm.

Phil. Ken.

Get down all right?

No problem.

Did you two come together?

Oh, no. Separately.

Who are we waiting for?

No-one. Just us.

We thought we'd keep it intimate.

Just the people that Tom really loved.

So, shall we?

Thank you, Ken.

What are the rules for this?

Do you have to ask permission from the landowner?

The foreshore is all owned by the Crown.

I didn't think I'd bother the Palace with it.

Here? Yeah.

Yeah?

OK.

Can you, just...

Thank you.

We know what you did for Tom.

And we thank you for it.

We didn't though, I mean, you know beyond...

Please, Phil, we're not children.

Come and have a cup of tea.

RADIO OPERATOR: All units, all units.

Anyone in the vicinity of the Harlequin Shopping Centre

please proceed as quickly as possible...

So the owner is J H Young,

but the registered keeper down here is a Mr Tom Richards.

Of Coastguard Cottages, Clevedon on Sea?

Er, yeah, exactly, yeah.

That's his number just there.

Want me to call him or...?

I don't think he'll pick up.

Tell me this, how does one person take two boats out to sea

at the same time?

Is that a riddle?

I love riddles.

Does that thing work?

Garden's looking nice.

Not quite the villa next to the 18th green that I'd imagined...

..Andalusia... Hmm.

..but Marion's health and our dwindling pension...

Never thought I'd miss stairs.

Nigel wants us to do something similar.

It's more for Kate and the grandchildren.

Don't.

Don't downsize until you have to.

You start moving into smaller and smaller boxes.

Soon they'll be measuring you up for your wooden overcoat.

I just thought I was getting old.

Oh, Marion.

We used to leave each other notes but, erm,

this seemed a better way to help.

What's the system?

Erm, well the blue ones go right back.

Early memories.

We like the blue ones.

The Rec. Easy peasy.

The Recreation Ground.

How many hours did we spend there as kids?

We were... We were there the other week.

The lighter colours are more recent, erm, yellow and green.

Oh, two, one, oh...

Well, that's not fair David, it's just a number.

Pin code for the bank card.

Why have they changed it?

It was always our wedding anniversary.

It hasn't changed.

That is our anniversary.

October the 2nd.

There we are.

Frances Marina.

Frances Marina.

I know this. I know this. I know this.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Sally's daughter.

Oh.

It's our, our great niece in America.

We don't get to see her but, er, we Zoom sometimes.

It's a cruel condition.

It's dementia, David.

Just say it.

It's what my mum had.

Do you remember my mum in the end, Ken?

How quickly she lost herself?

It's OK Marion, it's OK.

It's not OK.

How can it be OK?

It's just getting worse.

Please...

Please, Phil.

Please, Ken.

Please what?

I want it, too.

Truelove.

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