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This programme contains strong language and references to suicide

POLICE RADIO: Marion Crownshaw, pathologist attending.

Hey. Hey.

What happened? Old lady, they think it's a suicide.

But is she still...? No, they just carted her off.

What about the husband?

Down at the station. He was in bits, poor bloke.

Do you mind if I...?

She was a friend of a friend. Oh, right.

OK, yeah, go ahead.

Hello. Something interesting?

Not really. You?

Well, suicides tend to be messy. Not this one, very tidy.

Not just a note - a folder with tabs,

what she took, when she took it, where she got it.

When did she... pass?

Midnight, early hours, cold to the touch when he got home at seven.

Anyway, very tidy.

In one way, I wish they were all like this.

Ah, well, back to the slab.

RADIO: Rousseau said that we differ from the animal kingdom

in use of language,

and our ability to learn it has been held up traditionally

as our species' most remarkable achievement, marking us apart...

Hiya.

...but in the 20th century, our ideas about how language is formed

are being radically challenged. To discuss how and why...

HE TURNS RADIO OFF

How was the film? Yeah, it was good.

Well, fairly good.

How was bridge?

How many times did you watch it?

What?

You must think I'm an utter fool.

I don't know what you mean.

Please, don't.

What time did you get in?

I'm assuming you were with him.

Right, well, now we're getting somewhere. It's not what you think.

Well, what is it, then?

What is this?

It's humiliating. Nigel...

Sneaking around like a teenager,

creeping in at 1am smelling of whiskey and cigarettes and him.

You're far too old for all of that.

And so am I.

I think you...

...should leave.

You don't mean that. Yes, I do.

You don't. Yes, I bloody do!

I spent our whole marriage,

that's most of my life, Phil, looking after you,

looking after us, keeping things ticking over

so that you can run around being brilliant,

and never complaining about anything.

And I could have.

I could have done the same thing, believe me, there was sympathy.

Nigel, I... But I didn't.

I was happy waiting,

waiting for this bit, the good bit.

Window cleaners, car MOTs, parents' evenings,

Brownies, flute club,

Kate's friends coming for sleepovers.

People thought I was a widower, Phil.

Oh, what do you want, Nigel? A medal?

No, just a bit of respect.

I know this is hard.

Yeah, go ahead, carry on.

You got back at 7am? And when did you leave the hotel?

Er, about 5am.

And why did you leave so early?

Well, I... I couldn't face breakfast. Dinner was bad enough.

Pompous old windbags, the lot of them.

And I wanted to get home,

to Marion.

It's OK, Mr Crownshaw, take your time.

Did Marion give you any indication that she might...?

No, of course not.

You're a doctor, aren't you?

Was.

Do you know how she got hold of the drugs?

Did she ask for your help?

No. If I had known, I would have told someone, got rid of them.

I mean, I had no idea they were in the house.

What did she take?

She left a list,

but the post-mortem will tell us for sure.

What? Really? Do you have to do that?

Standard procedure.

I mean, carve her up, though?

They'll be minimally invasive.

Can't she be left in peace? Hasn't she suffered enough?

OK, we'll wrap this up now.

We'll get you home.

How am I going to get home? We'll get you a car.

This way, I'll take you home.

Come on.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I only met Marion briefly. She seemed lovely.

She was.

Must have come as a horrible shock.

It was. Well, it is. Where's this bloody car?

Were you surprised she could do all that? The drugs, the folder?

What is all this?

I've just answered all these questions.

My wife has just died.

CAR APPROACHES

I'm very sorry.

Jump in the back there, sir.

Thank you.

DOORBELL RINGS

Can I come in?

So, Nigel thinks you were...?

Here, with you.

It was that, or tell him everything.

Have you slept?

Me neither.

I thought I had some coffee.

Tea's fine, anything. Mm.

I wasn't expecting anyone. It's fine, Ken.

What will you do?

I don't know.

Hotel, Kate's, although I'm not sure how that would go down,

I'm already public enemy number one there.

Stay here.

You shouldn't be alone.

Really?

It's not much, there's a room and a bed.

It's just for a few nights.

As long as you need, Phil.

Thanks for coming.

I think I'm going out of my mind a bit.

It's all right, David, it's all right. Is it? Yes.

They took me to the station for questioning.

Then there's the post-mortem, an autopsy.

It's routine, and they'll find it all checks out.

That girl, sniffing about the place.

Ayesha?

We were careful, you mustn't worry.

It was peaceful, exactly how she wanted it.

Thank you, thank you.

I think I must be in shock.

Of course. You need to let yourself grieve.

And don't worry about the police, I'll take care of it.

What are you after?

Ice? Lemon?

Should be some ice here, and lemon...

Hmm.

Er, here you go.

Do you want one? No, I'm OK.

PHONE BUZZES

Sorry.

PHONE KEEPS VIBRATING

It's Nigel.

Hmm.

Hi, Nigel.

I just heard about Marion. I can't believe it.

First Tom and now this.

It's a terrible shock.

Are you all right? Where are you?

I'm fine, I'm, er, at a hotel.

I've booked a few nights.

Which one? Look, I'd better go, Nigel.

I'll call you in the morning.

Yes, OK.

Night.

I'm sorry about that.

Mmm.

RADIO PLAYS IN BACKGROUND

PHONE RINGS

Uh.

Hi, Mum. Where are you?

Er, I'm just about to go for dinner with some of the team.

Ah, that's nice, work friends, where are you going?

Er, pizza, I think.

I hope you're not just eating junk, Ayesha.

What is it, Mum?

The movers are coming next week,

and I won't have a lot of room for your dad's stuff in the new flat.

Of course.

And we can go through his things, his books. I thought Tuesday.

Tuesday I'm on night shift... Wednesday, then?

Yeah, Wednesday could work. Sorry, Mum, I have to go now.

Have fun with your friends.

RADIO: ..nature of creativity.

How does the brain generate creative ideas

and what role does neuroaesthetics play in this creative process?

Well, that's a very interesting question...

I don't bother just cooking for one.

Jean cooks me fish pie, stew, and I alternate.

When Kate was little

and we were both working, we lived on Birds Eye and Findus.

I'll go to the shops tomorrow.

It's perfect, Ken. It's good of you to have me.

Well, any port in a storm.

To Marion.

To Marion.

HE KNOCKS

Come in.

Towels.

Thank you.

Hey, Phil.

Mm-hmm?

I'm sorry about Nigel.

DOOR SHUTS

FOOTSTEPS PASS

RAIN PATTERS OUTSIDE

CAR ENGINE STARTS

Well, thank you for doing this, in the circumstances.

I'm so sorry to hear about Marion.

Thank you.

How's everyone doing?

As well as can be expected. David is very upset, of course.

Of course.

Not helped by you grilling him outside the station.

Not great, that.

I talked him out of a complaint.

Isn't it strange, though?

Well, you saw Marion.

Wouldn't she have needed some help?

Well, come on, then, detective, build your case.

OK.

Um, the medications, dosages, the order of it, the precision -

David, he was the doctor.

And he's 100 miles away in London.

Marion could be very determined.

Marion and Tom were brother and sister.

The fact that they both ended this way, it feels...

Tom's death was an accident, that's just a matter of record.

Have you got any evidence, or is this just a kite you're flying?

It was an instinct, a feeling.

And you always trust your instincts?

Like when you sent the team to the wrong address, like that?

A bit of a shock for the old couple.

He had to go to hospital.

He made a full recovery, and I sent flowers.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.

Clear data breach.

That was just a mistake. And we all make them,

and we all deserve another chance.

Look, Ayesha, mentor to mentee,

just be careful.

Well... what's true love?

I'm sorry?

It was something Marion said when I visited them.

Have you never heard the song?

You must. It's a classic.

CHILD: Happy birthday, Albert!

WOMAN: Albert can open his presents later.

MAN: Wonderful day, thank you very much.

Granny! Hello! Happy birthday.

Hello!

They're highly adept at camouflage, that means they're hard to see.

And the males carry the eggs during pregnancy

and give birth to the young. Urgh!

Come on, there's plenty more to see.

Go on. Don't run.

I mean, I genuinely don't know what to say.

Well, if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.

Don't say anything at all, yeah,

that would suit you nicely, wouldn't it?

We know where you're staying. "A hotel".

It seemed the kindest thing.

Kind? A bit late for that, isn't it? I mean, look at him.

He threw me out.

Yeah, it was out of pride, he'd have you back in an instant.

Unless it's what, love, suddenly?

I don't know, Kate.

Coming from a woman who's never been capable of love her entire life.

I can't make them come out, Albert.

They're seahorses, they do what they like.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Oh, Jean. I did knock.

It's an invitation to the christening.

Samuel asked me to drop it in. Mm.

Dahlia Alana Holding.

Dahlia, it's pretty.

It's beautiful, Kenneth. She's beautiful.

Look, you are coming? They all want you to come. Jean, please.

Kenneth? Mm?

What are you doing?

Jean, I'm - clean - ing - my - house.

You know what I'm talking about.

It hurts me to see you like this.

I mean, she brings you nothing but... but pain.

It's been 50 years. She married someone else.

It's pure foolishness.

Then it's my foolishness!

I'll leave this here. Mm-hmm.

DOOR SHUTS

♪ While I give to you

♪ And you give to me

♪ True love

♪ True love... ♪

Roberts? Yeah?

How'd you get on with that sudden death? Marion Crownshaw?

Oh, it's all done, toxicology came back and confirmed suicide.

Is that it? What do you mean?

Nothing.

OK.

You need a hand? I'm fine.

Coffee, tonic, shower gel.

While you were out... Bugger.

What? Lemons. It's the one thing I went out for. Mind's like a sieve.

David called, the results came back.

It's as we expected, all done and dusted,

we can lay her to rest.

SHE SOBS

Shh.

I'm sorry.

It's OK, it's OK.

It's just this bloody day.

I know, I know.

It's OK. Come on, come on.

You coming to the pub?

No, I've got a few things to finish.

I'm buying, no excuses.

First Tom Richards on his boat, then Marion Crownshaw,

brother and sister, just months apart.

Do you want another one?

Er, no, I'm fine, thanks.

Have you eaten?

And Dennis Wilkins, he was a friend of theirs,

died just last year. One accident, one suicide,

well, and who knows what happened to Dennis.

So, what are you saying?

I'm saying it feels like a bit of a coincidence.

Look, in the nicest possible way,

are you getting a bit obsessed with this?

You didn't see Marion, OK?

There's no way she could have planned all this, done it herself.

What about the husband?

I think he's in on it. What do you think?

I think that we should go and have half-price bang bang prawns.

For fuck's sake, Daniel. What if they're helping each other to die?

So what if they are?

Assisted suicide, it's a crime.

But should it be?

If someone's old or ill, they're gonna die soon anyway.

And... where do you draw the line?

What, who gets to choose?

Look, all I'm saying is... No, no, tell me, Daniel.

Old people, you're writing off. Who else?

Vulnerable people, people with disabilities?

No, stop putting words in my mouth.

Maybe people you just don't like the look of.

Come on, Ayesh, I'm not saying that,

I'm saying if THEY want to, with their consent.

How do you know they've given their consent?

What about the people they've left behind?

Where are you going? Oh, it's only old people, isn't it?

Who gives a shit?

Night, Daniel.

This is good, Phil.

What happened to your marriage?

It was a long time ago. Oh, come on.

I've just set mine on fire, who's judging?

I behaved badly.

I wasn't good to be around.

A job like yours, it can't have been easy.

You come back from deployment, you're wired, you know?

Then home, family life.

I couldn't.

I wasn't good at it.

I missed the buzz,

the danger.

I'm ashamed to say that I went looking for it outside my marriage.

You were young.

I told myself it was mutual,

that we both married the wrong person.

As it turned out, she didn't feel like that.

What you saw in your line of work, what you had to do,

it might have done some damage.

Nah. I was an asshole, Phil, that's all.

So, what are you wearing, for the christening?

Oh, no, not you too. I'm not going.

I saw the invite in the kitchen, they want you there.

The invite came from Jean. Your son invites you.

Yeah, I haven't seen him since he was 17.

He's 30 years... something now, he's managed fine without me.

Your granddaughter's getting christened,

don't you want to be there?

It's too late.

You don't think you deserve another chance?

No.

I thought I'd get myself something new.

All my good things are for funerals.

I can't wear black to a christening,

assuming you wanted me to come with you.

MUSIC: Watch Me by Labi Siffre

♪ Watch me when you call my name

♪ See me sparkle, see me flame

♪ Singing a song, playing a game

♪ Oh, I'm so glad you came

♪ Watch me when you look my way

♪ See me smiling, be my night and day... ♪

And we must be born again, water and the spirit.

Dahlia Alana Holding,

I baptise you in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

BABY CRIES

♪ ..make you a rhyme, I love you

♪ Say it in mine... ♪

PC Kareem, where are you?

Just, you know, on patrol, sir.

I'm tracking your GPS.

What are you doing out in the sticks? That's not your beat.

Smear test, sir.

You make sure I don't hear that one again for at least three years.

Yes, sir, I'll be back in an hour.

You come and see me when you're back. Yes, Sarge.

SATNAV: In 300 yards, turn left.

Are you looking for somebody?

Just up there.

Yeah, yeah, I thought we'd find him here. Ah.

Is there someone who could remember the day?

The service, the vicar, maybe?

No, we don't have a proper vicar anymore. It's pot luck these days.

What do you mean? Locums, you know, fill-ins,

it changes all the time.

Well, is there somewhere people go after a service? A village hall?

Yeah, pubs, mainly. The Black Horse is the closest.

A bit further but a bit nicer is The Knot,

you know, The Truelover's Knot?

A proper old pub with decent beer, and the food's good.

Dad.

Hi, Sammy.

It's Sam.

Yeah, yeah, Sam.

Thank you for the invitation, son.

It was Terrie and Jean.

Well, I'm glad you're here.

You want to hold her? Er...

Go on, go on.

Er... Oh. There we go.

Oh, my.

Oh, my.

Beautiful.

CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

Philippa. Jean.

They make a picture, don't they?

I've been waiting for this day for a long time.

I never expected it to happen like this.

He works in mysterious ways, Jean.

Can I help you, love? Yeah.

Ah, here they are, do you remember them?

Er, a funeral party in their seventies?

Oh, God, yeah, up half the night drinking me dry.

It's the old ones you want to watch - less to lose.

Do you remember them talking about anything?

Glory days stuff mostly, usual, you know?

Yeah. Er, may I take a picture? Oh, yes.

Truelover's Knot, it's an unusual name for a pub.

Only one in the country.

Full tale's on the beer mats,

a tragic tale of love gone wrong.

It was a suicide pact?

Dead romantic.

Oh, yeah!

MUSIC PLAYS

You not dancing? Come on. Ah.

Hey!

SHE LAUGHS

There you go, cute!

DJ: Grab that someone special,

she's royal, tell her!

CHEERING

♪ She's royal, yeah, so royal

♪ And I need her in my life

♪ I never knew anyone so one of a kind... ♪

♪ I been loving you

♪ Too long... ♪

I haven't done this in a while. Neither have I.

MUSIC: I've Been Loving You Too Long by Otis Redding

♪ You are tired

♪ And you want to be free

♪ My love is growing stronger

♪ As you become a habit to me

♪ Ooh, I've been loving you too long

♪ I don't wanna stop now

♪ Oh

♪ I've been loving you

♪ A little too long

♪ I don't wanna stop now

♪ Oh, oh

♪ Don't make me stop now

♪ I love you, I love you, I love you with all my heart

♪ And I can't stop now

♪ Please, please, please don't

♪ I've been loving you

♪ A little too long

♪ I don't wanna stop now

♪ Oh, oh... ♪

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