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- Hello?

- What do you want, pig?

- Can I trust you to pass this on?

- What have you got?

- Sorry, are you married?

- I live alone.

-[Michael] Liz Fletcher.

-[Len] Do you ever go
in the loft, Mr. Moss?

- I rarely venture
beyond the ground floor.

- Peggy?

Where the hell are you?

- You shouldn't really be here,
Len, you know that, right?

You're retired.

(loud thud)
(groans)

(ominous orchestral music)

(kittens mewing)

(knocking)

- Come on, she's out.
- She can't be.

She never goes out.

(knocking)

Hiya!

How are you?

-[Melissa] Yeah, good.

- It's Melissa, isn't it?

- Yeah.
- I'm Peggy.

This is Elaine.

-[Melissa] I know.

- Okay, if we come in for a sec?

- Yeah, sure.

I don't know.

Not really very comfortable.

- You have the most incredible skin.

People told you that before?

- Not really.

- So pretty, it glows.

Let's open that other bottle.

- Where do you keep the corkscrew?

- The drawer nearest the fridge.

- If you don't want to do it, just say no.

(cork pops)

- Did I mention this woman
is a genius with a lens?

She will make you look better
than you have ever looked,

I guarantee it.

And if she can't, hell,

everything we do is airbrushed, anyway.

- I don't think...

I don't really--
- We have a deadline.

And there's literally
no one else we can ask.

As a neighbor?

As a friend?

Please?

(slow piano music)

(Len groans)

- How did you do it?

(Len groans)

- Must've blacked out as
I don't remember much.

Banged my head on something.

There was someone.

- Where? In the flat upstairs?

- No, no, no, I can't be sure.

Look, thank you, Miss Khan.

I'm really sorry to keep imposing on you.

- Let me call one of your colleagues.

They can drive you back.

- No, no, no, I'm okay now, really.

- What happened to her?

The girl upstairs.

You keep coming back.

You must think she...

Was she killed?

- I can't rule that out.

(ominous orchestral music)

(crying)

(door thuds)

-[Joe] Hello?

Elizabeth?

- The policeman, he came back.

- Where were you?

Don't lie to me, Elizabeth.

- Number five.

- What did we agree about going upstairs?

Something bad always happens
when you go upstairs.

- I'm sorry.

- Did he see you?

The policeman, did he see you?

- I hit him.

I had to, I had to get out of there.

-[Joe] One day we're
gonna have to find a way

to give all this back, aren't we?

- I'm sorry, Mr. Sellers.

- Shh.

Get some rest.

-[Elaine] Peggy, where the hell are you?

Call me back.

-[Woman] The poster design meeting

with Elaine Markham and Peggy Scott?

- I'm so sorry, my partner's been delayed.

- Oh, okay, that's not a problem.

- Jesus Christ.

I almost registered you
as a missing person.

- I bet you didn't, though.

- Well, we didn't get the contract.

Probably not surprising as
half of us didn't even show up.

- I don't care about the stupid contract.

- Let's get a coffee.

- I don't want a coffee.

- Well, I do, so whatever
character assassination

you got lined up for me,

let's at least temper it with caffeine.

-[Peggy] Who found her?

- Some new lot just above us.

Had reason to pop into the
loft and there was old fatty.

Only not so fat any longer.

- Don't talk like that.

- The gossip on the street
says it was a suicide.

Come home, Peg.

We can't talk here.

- Can't go back there.

Can't spend another night in that flat.

- Well, then we'll move.

We'll put it on the market,
we'll buy somewhere else.

- It's not the flat, Elaine, it's you.

I can't be with you any longer.

- Think very carefully
about what you say next.

- I've hired a van.

I'll be round on Friday
to get what's mine.

You don't have to be there.

In fact, it's better if you're not.

(thunder rumbling)

-[Instructor] Most people
miss the first time.

(ominous orchestral music)

-[Vidya] You're gonna be late.

(shower water pattering)

(knocking)

(knocking)

- Oh, he's already left for work.

I hear him go 7:40 on
the dot every morning.

- Oh.

Does he live on his own?

- Joe? You bet he does.

Nobody would put up with
the grumpy old bastard.

I'm Kieron, by the way.

We keep missing each other.

- Oh. Michael.

Oh, let me get it.
- Oh, thanks.

(upbeat electronic music)

(doorbell buzzes)

(door buzzes)

- All right if we use
these, or will he notice?

- Yeah.

All right.

(giggling)

(doorbell buzzes)

-[Vidya] Hello?

- Miss Khan, it's
Detective Inspector Harper.

(door buzzes)

I don't want to scare you, Miss Khan,

but it's possible anyone could
gain access if they wanted.

- So there was someone in here?

- Well, it's not secure,
that's all I'm saying.

- The other day you said you thought

she might have been killed.

- I said I wasn't ruling it out.

- Got me thinking, though.
- Hmm?

- What if it was someone from here?

From one of the flats?

- Why would one of her
neighbors want to kill her?

(ominous orchestral music)

(giggling)

(rustling)

(door creaks)

-[Adam] Uh.

- I'm sorry, I...

- Wait. Please.

I'm Adam.

- Patricia.

-[Adam] So you must be his friend.

- You must be his son.

- Come in, then.

- Can I get your opinion on something?

What's wrong with this picture?

- You want me to say she looks fat?

- Would you say she looks at ease?

- She's smiling.

- You think?

- I'd say that was a smile.

- She's uncomfortable.

Self-conscious.

- Then, why did she do it?

- I'll call you.

- I should be getting back to work.

- So, what is it that you do, Patricia?

- I'm a journalist.

- Oh, so you work together.

- He really hasn't told you
anything about me, has he?

- I bet he hasn't talked
about me much, either,

so we should be equally insulted.

- Well, maybe he's being cautious.

- You've been seeing each
other for over a year now.

- Then he has told you something?

- The cosmetics in the bathroom cupboard

and the electric toothbrush.

The first time those items appeared

around here was last January.

- We got together at a Christmas do,

I semi-moved in the next month.

- So where do you sleep
every Tuesday night

and alternate weekend?

- I kept my place on.

- Expensive.

- Wanna keep my independence.

- Really? Is that true?

- I'm sorry, I really do need to get back.

- Will you tell him that we met?

- Will you?

- Are you kidding? It'd freak him out.

- Best both keep quiet, then.

Pretend like this never happened.

- I like that plan.

- Oh, do me one favor?

- Anything.

- Change those sheets.

-[Vidya] What do you think
about having them over?

- Who?

- Neighbors.

We could make it a thing.

Drinks, nibbles.

- Do we have to?

- Think we should get to know them better.

Find out what they're really like.

(ominous orchestral music)

(footsteps pattering)

- Morning, Mr. Sellers.

- Good morning, Michael.

- We're having everyone
over ours Friday evening.

Few glasses of wine.

Love you to drop by.

-[Joe] That's very kind of you.

- Bring a guest if you like.

Friend, lover, anyone you want.

After you, sir.

-[Boss] Mr. Harper.

-[Len] Len.

-[Boss] How can I help you?

- It's this brochure of yours,

it was found at a crime scene.

- The police?

- No, no, I'm just making inquiries.

It's a personal matter.

-[Boss] Yeah, those are our products,

but this isn't our brochure.

- It has your company name on it.

- It's the 2010 line,

but this isn't the promotional
material we went with.

- I don't follow.

- We don't produce our own marketing.

We outsource to graphic designers

who put these things together for us.

We award the contract to whoever produces

the best work at the time.

My guess is this is a sample we rejected.

- Can you find out who made it?

(phone buzzes)

- Hello?

Officially, we've never
done any work for them.

Unofficially, we have
wasted numerous man hours

and a good few hundred in printing costs

just trying to win their business.

All in vain, I'm afraid.

- So, this woman here, you recognize her?

- Of course.

She's the girl upstairs, Melissa.

- Oh.

When we met before, I
was under the impression

you didn't really know each other.

- Well, we didn't.

I don't think she's crossed my mind once

in the last couple of years.

One of those invisible people.

Does that sound mean?

- No, it sounds honest.

- She was just a neighbor, that's all.

There was a brief moment in
time when she did us a favor,

but that's as far as the connection went.

- A favor?

- Yeah, we knew that the
company pride themselves

on their range of sizes.

From malnourished to morbidly obese,

they'll take your money.

We thought it would help our
chance of winning the contract

if we had a larger lady in the mix.

Personally, I think that's
what ultimately put them off.

- So you just popped upstairs

and convinced her to strip off?

- Some people don't take
that much convincing.

She was quite a flamboyant
soul, if you ask me.

- No.

Flamboyant people leave
a bigger footprint.

You notice when they've gone missing.

They're certainly not
"invisible," did you say?

- Well...

Images are Peggy's side of the business.

She dealt with all that.

She's the artistic one.

-[Len] She took these photos?

- Of course.

Me, I'm all about the money.

I bring the clients
in, she impresses them.

Well, usually.

(ominous orchestral music)

- Quite a team.

- Gestalt.

Greater than the sum of our parts.

It's what we named the company.

- Gestalt.

I like it.

I'm going to see if I can't
slip it into conversation.

When's a good time to speak with Peggy?

- Well, um, she's had
to go away for a while,

but I'm expecting her
back before the weekend.

- If you could have her
call me on my mobile number.

I'm not in the office
very much these days.

You have a lot of pictures.

The walls, surfaces.

That's nice.

- Makes it a home.

- Melissa, she had one
picture in her flat.

I don't think she was
comfortable in front of a camera.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Night, Patricia.
- Night.

-[Man] Can't stop thinking about you.

(chattering)

-[Patricia] Who is this?

- You thought I was him.

Admit it.

Sound alike on the phone.

- Adam?

- What are you up to right now?

- Working.

-[Adam] Afterwards, let's meet up.

- What's this about?

- Something I think we need to discuss.

- Tell me now.

On the phone.

- No, I don't want to.

I want to see you.

-[Patricia] I don't think
that's a good idea, Adam.

(phone beeps)

- Don't know what
everyone complains about.

Any catering service that serves

a descent macaroon is
all right in my book.

I went back to the flat.

That girl I was telling you about.

Uniform aren't going to follow it up,

I guarantee you of that.

Just want to take another look around,

see if I missed anything.

I know I shouldn't, but
who's going to know, or care?

(ominous orchestral music)

Do you remember that chocolate cake

we nicked from the village fair?

Well, we took a beating
about that one, didn't we?

Actually, no.

I took a beating, you ran
off and went into hiding.

Slippery little shit that you were.

You'd nick it, we'd eat it,
then I'd get the blame for it.

Teamwork.

You know what they call that?

Gestalt.

We were greater than the sum of our parts.

(knocking)

- Hi.

Is Peggy--
- She's busy.

We're entertaining.

What do you want?

- The pictures.

You said--
- I said what?

- Peggy, she said, if I
changed my mind about them,

if I didn't want you to use them--

- You said you were okay with it.

You said it was fine.

- I've been thinking.

Had a lot of wine.

- Well, that's not our fault.

- I'm sorry, but I don't
want you to use the pictures.

- It's too late now,
they're at the printers.

If you had a problem then,

you should have said so at the time.

(scanner whirring)

(car engine squealing)

-[Len] Need a hand, neighbor?

-[Frank] It won't take.

- Pop the bonnet up, we'll take a look.

Len, by the way.

- Frank.

- Lived here long?

- Nine years.

Listen, I don't want to
make you late for work.

- No, no problem.

I'm recently retired, sort of.

(students chattering)

- Morning, Joe.
- Morning.

(bell rings)

(upbeat electronic music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(door squeaks)

-[Woman] Excuse me?

Oi!

Hey!

("Candles" by Beth Orton)

- You didn't give me a time,
so I'm not quite sorted.

Is it just you?

- Yeah.

- I thought you might have
brought someone to help you.

- I haven't told anyone.

- Well, I'll help you all I can,

but you know how bad my shoulder is.

Maybe ask one of the neighbors.

How is everything?

- Yeah, it's okay,
listen, we need to talk--

- Oh, just one second.

Hi, this is a message for
Detective Inspector Harper.

It's Elaine Markham, from
Flat 3-8, Coulthard Street.

You asked me to call you when my partner,

Peggy Scott, returned.

Well, she's here.

In the flesh.

I'm not sure how long
she'll be hanging about,

so if you want that chat,

you might want to come
by as soon as you can.

Cheers.

Sorry.

You were saying?

- Who was that?

- Oh, the police want to talk to you.

Our dead neighbor.

Remember her?

- All right, try it now?

(car engine whirring)

Yes!

Plugs.

I don't think I've changed a
set of spark plugs in 25 years.

- I appreciate it, Len.

What do I owe you?

-[Len] No, no, no, don't
even think of insulting me.

-[Frank] Well, I owe you one, then.

- You a whisky man, Frank?

- Who isn't?

- I've got an 18 year old single malt.

Been sitting in my cabinet for
longer than I can remember.

Fancy making a dent in it later?

- Sure.

Sounds good.

- Eight o'clock?

- I'll be there.

(ominous orchestral music)

(footsteps stomping)

(door slams)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(screaming)

- No, no!

No, it's okay, it's Michael!

Michael Jenson, you know me!

Look at my face!

You remember me, I know you do!

10 years younger, we
were at school together.

It's Michael.

Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey.

Mikey.

It's okay, it's okay.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna...

- Brighton, 2008.

Theresa's hen weekend.

- Are they still together?

-[Elaine] Who cares?

(loud crack)

(phone buzzes)

Do you want to get that, or shall I?

- You went out with my mate, Gus.

Gus McDermott, you remember Gus?

- I don't know if you heard,

turns out he was a dirty bugger.

Got in trouble with some 15
year old, he was 20 at the time.

Anyway, don't see him any more.

I don't see anyone from school, really.

Suppose you don't, either.

I was always getting in trouble back then.

It was nothing serious.

I just weren't cut out for the
whole school thing, you know?

I work in a shoe shop now.

I got a baby coming.

It's mad, innit?

So, this is old Salty's flat, then?

Salty Sellers.

He had it in for me back then, big time.

Used to pull me out of line,
send me to the back, no reason.

He hit me once.

Clattered me right round the head.

He got away with it 'cause there was

no one else in the room.

Liz Fletcher.

How mad is this?

The last I heard was that
your family had moved away

to Liverpool or somewhere.

What was that, seven, eight years--

-[Liz] You have to leave.

- I live upstairs.

Number four.

- He'll be back soon.

He'll find you here.

- Couple more hours before the bell.

- He mustn't know you were here.

He mustn't find out.

- Why, Liz?

What would he do?

Why are you here?

- I'm afraid you've caught
me rather on the hop.

I haven't come out with anything official.

- That's okay.

- She was devastated
when I told her the news.

You were quite fond of her, weren't you?

- Did you know Melissa well?

- Passed on the stairs,
like everyone does.

And she, uh, she helped us with
the brochure that one time.

Remember?

- I've told the detective
everything I know.

I'll leave you two alone to talk.

- Everything I've found
out about Melissa so far,

which, I admit, isn't much,
is at least consistent.

She lived a quiet life, alone.

Didn't work or seem to
socialize very much,

if indeed at all.

- Sounds like a pretty
accurate description.

- But this, I mean, these pictures,

doesn't feel like something that she'd do.

Unless I'm completely wrong about her.

And, if I am, maybe I'm
looking in the wrong places.

- Looking?

Looking for what?

- Her assailant who took her life

and left her up there to rot.

- I thought, um, I
thought it was a suicide.

- Oh, maybe it is, but if I don't know

anything about Melissa,
then I can't rule out

the fact that somebody didn't like her.

- Well, I don't know how I'd
be able to help you with that.

- When you took these pictures,
these intimate photographs,

did she know what they were for?

- Yeah.

I explained everything.

- And she was okay with this?

Being exposed in such a way?

- Well, they're flattering shots.

- You think so? I don't.

(ominous orchestral music)

- She was fine with it.

She was happy to help.

- Oh, I believe that part.

I think Melissa was the sort of person

who would go out of her way
to help someone like you.

- Someone like me?

- Successful.

Attractive.

I think she would've
done anything for you,

had you asked in the right way.

I think you knew that full well.

And I think you abused it.

- And you got all this
from where, Detective?

A single, sad picture in her flat?

Fact is, we all present
an image to the world.

Most of us smile and say
everything's fine when people ask,

especially if it isn't.

But when we shut the
door and we're all alone,

that's who we really are.

And that's the Melissa,
neither you, nor I,

nor anyone else ever got to see.

-[Len] Mm.

- I'm sorry if we can't
help you any further.

(thudding)

Get out here, bitch!

Get your fat ass out here!

What, she threatens me with a lawyer?

You haven't heard the last of this, piggy!

(footsteps pattering)

What are you looking at, nerd?

- I didn't see him
walking out with anything,

but he was clearly up to no good.

- What's this?

-[Woman] I caught some guy coming out

the staff room this morning.

When I challenged him, he ran off.

- In here?
- Mm.

Brazen as anything.

No one's reported anything
missing, thank God.

- Did you get a look at him?

-[Woman] Mid 20s, brown hair, dark jacket.

Didn't see his face.

Now, that's why I make sure
I carry everything on me.

(ominous orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

-[Patricia] I bumped into
one of your new neighbors

this morning.

-[Kieron] Him or her?

- Him.

Quite charming in an unconventional way.

He's having drinks tonight.

Wanted to know if we could make it.

(Kieron sighs)

What?

They're new, they want
to introduce themselves.

I think it's nice.

- Really?

I think it's an effort.

- Walking upstairs to meet your
new neighbors is an effort?

- Just the whole socializing thing.

No, I think I'm getting too old for it.

And I'm pretty certain
I've met all the friends

I'm ever likely to make.

From here on in, it's just
small talk and manners.

Can't we just close the
curtains, pretend to be out?

- You miserable old git.

Just for that, I'm gonna make you go.

-[Joe] Everything all right?

- Yes.

Everything's fine, Mr. Sellers.

- Wow.

Look at this.

Look at us.

- What?

- We're grown-ups.

(knocking)

- Uh, no.

It's a man's job, innit?

- I think you're thinking of butlers.

But go for it.

("Return To Django" by The Upsetters)

- The guy who was in
here before you, Richard,

he was a classic nerd.

He had posters of goblins
and stuff all over the walls.

- I'm guessing he didn't
have a girlfriend, then.

(laughs)
- Didn't hear any action.

- Not that we listen out
for that sort of stuff.

- Well, state she's in, you're
not going to be hearing much

out of us for a while, either.

-[Vidya] Michael!

- What?

(knocking)

Oh.

Excuse me.

- So, the flat upstairs--

- Oh, that was just terrible.

Really sad.

- What sort of a neighbor was she?

- Melissa? She was quiet.

We hardly knew she was there, did we?

- Unless she was coming down the stairs.

The woman had the grace of an elephant.

(laughs)

- Hi, Kieron.
- Hi.

- Come on in.
- This is Patricia.

- Yeah, we met.
- Welcome to the neighborhood.

- Thanks.

Ah, Mr. Sellers.

I'm glad you could make it.

- Michael.

- Do you remember that time
you caught me necking a bottle

of Malibu behind the stage curtains?

You suspended me for that.

Times have changed, haven't they, sir?

("Oh Well" by Fleetwood Mac)

(people chattering)

- What do you make of
the lipstick lesbians?

- I haven't really got to know them yet.

- Don't, is my advice.

The taller one is a horrendous bitch.

-[Elaine] Can I have another one of these?

- Beer, yeah?

- The other one doesn't speak
until she's given permission.

- Did you know Melissa?

- The dead girl?

It's way before my time.

They're all very cagey about her.

It's understandable, I suppose.

- Why do you say that?

- It shows them up for
what they really are.

I wanted to write a piece about her.

- You're a journalist?

- Don't worry, it's never gonna happen.

There's not enough interest.

Not even the police are
bothered about this poor cow.

- Detective Harper's been
coming round every day.

- What, on his own?
- Yes.

- Yeah, they do that for appearances,

to make it look like they're trying.

(laughing)

- Cheers.

- You know they take it seriously
when they move in packs.

♫ Or finding better words

♫ These ideas never lasted long

♫ The way is up

♫ Along the road

♫ The air is growing thin

♫ Too many friends who tried

♫ Blown off this mountain with the wind

♫ Meet on the ledge

♫ We're gonna meet on the ledge

♫ When my time is up, I'm gonna see all--

("Blaming Something" by Jamie Lidell)

- Oh, no thanks, I'm, um,
I'm fine on the apple juice.

- Well, I know you ain't driving.

- Yeah, working tomorrow.

- All right.

Waste not, want not.

- He told me all about his school days.

Reckons the system didn't suit him.

- Oh, I think that's true
of a lot of children.

You help them all you can,
then you cross your fingers

and hope they find a safe
passage through the world.

- He won't admit it, but I think he wishes

he'd tried harder.

Given himself more options.

So long ago now, so many kids,

you probably don't remember him

half as well as he remembers you.

- Oh, I remember Michael.

He certainly made his presence known.

-[Vidya] You must have some stories.

- Nice couple.

- Young.

Too young to be having a baby.

- How old were you?

- Yeah, I mean, that was different.

Different era.

Different circumstances.

(door clicking)

(footsteps pattering)

- Did you lock up?
(door thuds)

(footsteps pattering)

-[Kieron] Stay, stay here.

- Sorry.

Did I wake you?

Tried to sneak in.

-[Kieron] I wasn't
expecting you till tomorrow.

- Sorry, I didn't know you had...

Should just be getting out of your way.

- Adam.

This is Patricia.

- Hi Patricia.

Sorry, did I wake you?

- No, we were just turning in.

- Oh, I'll just, I'll go.

- No, no, no, stay, stay, it's fine.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- Is that okay with you, Patricia?

- Of course.

(ominous orchestral music)

- Wait, I'm not here for a fight.

I thought you might want these.

It's all the copies of the
catalog we had printed.

And I deleted the pictures
from my hard drive.

They're all gone, I promise.

- Thank you.

I didn't want to threaten anybody,

just wanted to make it go away.

- Never should have forced you into it.

It just, it all got out of hand.

Can we be friends?

You and I?

- What about the other one?

- She's not always like that.

She gets frustrated when she
can't have what she wants.

Sometimes, she's really sweet.

(footsteps pattering)

Protective.

- What are you doing up here?

- Just getting rid of some junk.

Come on, let's go.

- Where do you want it?
- I can take it from here.

- Have you seen all this?

- It's the new guy's.

Flat two.

Kieron.

- You met him?

- Yeah, seems nice.

- Listen.

Don't let them treat you like that.

- It was a misunderstanding, that's all.

- Whatever it was, nobody has the right

to say those things to you.

Especially not a pair of
fake bitches like that.

- Sorry.

(slow orchestral music)

(snoring)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Hello?

Hello, is there anybody there?

-[Man] She's better off dead.

-[Patricia] I don't want
to be here alone with him.

- Look, Adam wouldn't hurt a fly.

Now, you're being paranoid.

- Someone knows what happened to her.

-[Kieron] Did you hurt her?

- Did you?

- I know how this looks.

I didn't do anything to hurt her.

- Either you didn't
notice that she was gone

or you didn't care!

(elegant orchestral music)