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Hannah, get off!

Come on, Sean, hurry up!

Hannah, get off me!

Sean, just get in the car.

No!

Sean, I've not got time for this.

Sean!

Sean!

I don't want to go home.

I'm scared!

There's always water.

Water that shouldn't be there.

Alison had water on her lungs.

Shirley's flat, flooded out.

So how do you account

for the pathologist reporting nothing unusual, then?

The Asian woman Shirley thought she saw in the window.

Well, last I heard, she imagined it.

I don't think so.

First off, he tells everyone he's 80-odd,

but there's three birthday cards

that says he's a liar.

He's 110 years old.

There's loads of old photos and stuff from India

in his house.

Now, English families, during the Raj,

they all employed a local woman to look after their children.

Then, sailing back here

from India, when they docked, the nannies were all laid off--

left in London to wait for another job to take them home.

Now, look, look--

there she is.

Look, it's the same woman, yeah?

It's his Ayah,

his nanny, from when he was a kid in India.

That's 1914.

She's long dead now, obviously.

Yeah, well,

we're police officers, aren't we, Rob?

So, what do we think?

Well, we think that if that was taken in 1914,

there's no way that this child can be Tom Parfitt.

But the birthday cards...

Yeah, well, we think it's a mistake, don't we?

Eh?

Or a joke.

Or first thing Monday morning, why don't we call

Buckingham Palace and ask the bloody Queen, eh?

Rob, listen.

Why don't you go and do a bit of fishing?

Paint the house.

Come back when you're feeling better, son.

Like you did before.

Dad?

Dad, God, what is it?

What's happened-- is something wrong?

I just wanted to hear your voice.

It's the middle of the bloody night.

He's teething.

I've only just got him down.

Sorry, love.

I didn't think.

Sorry.

I'll call you later.

Hannah?

I told you he'd be here.

I thought I'd come looking for him.

I thought I could do it

on my own, Rob.

Come home now, love.

I can't-- we're in trouble.

: Remember me to a bonny lass...

Hannah?

Hannah?

* Where were you going? *

* To Scarborough Fair *

* Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme *

* Remember me to a bonny lass there... *

* For once she was... *

Hannah, are you there?

Hannah?

Sean?

What's happening?

Things I don't understand.

Sean! Sean!

Rob, I don't know what to do.

Find somewhere safe-- safe and warm.

A café on the seafront.

I'll find you.

I know how hard this must be to hear.

I should have listened to her.

There were bottles of pills, yes.

Bottles of drink.

So yes, it looks like an overdose,

but there's no way to be certain of anything

at this stage,

except it wasn't your fault.

Shirley didn't want me to go looking for Tom.

No, she didn't.

I didn't want to, not really.

Even this morning when I set off,

I didn't really know why.

Hannah...

And I have these awful dreams.

There's a lake.

And...

and sometimes Tom's there.

And I'm drowning.

Say you're right.

Say there is a ghost.

You've done exactly what she wanted.

She's got Tom.

We can go home.

End of.

End of nothing!

She killed Alison.

She killed Shirley.

Who's next?

Do you know, I called you

because I thought you'd understand.

Hannah, there will be a rational explanation.

Well, explain that.

Isha was Tom's Ayah,

his nanny, when his family

lived in India a long time ago.

Before the war, before both wars.

Tom's a lot older than he looks.

He's a lot older than... than is even possible.

I want to stop her, Rob.

Or I'll spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder.

Hello?

Where is that?

Can you text me a postcode?

Thanks.

Someone's called in a sighting of Tom Parfitt.

Well, what now?

Now we go and find him.

Can I go play?

As long as you keep in sight.

Tom?

Tom?

Tom, are you in there?

Oh, my God.

Don't worry, I'll find him.

Oh, my God.

Tom!

Tom!

Can you hear me?

Tom!

Tom, come back, come back.

He's breathing.

Tom, can you hear me?

It's Hannah!

It's Hannah.

Do you remember me?

He's soaked.

I just wanted to be free,

but she'll not let me go.

Not ever.

I couldn't take anything with me from the house.

I realized that.

That's why my suitcase was empty.

Because that's how she travels-- in things from the house.

Well, the patient

in the next bed wasn't too pleased with you.

: I were doing him a favor!

Bloody horrible thing, that yellow cardigan.

I planned it all so careful in the beginning.

I thought it'll be all right

if I can make it look

like it's not my choice to leave home.

And I didn't mean social worker to take the blame,

and I'm sorry.

Always been together, me and her.

Always.

I cried that much at the thought of losing her,

my parents had to bring her back on the boat with us

from India.

"I'll always look after you"...

she said to me.

Always.

Think of that.

Think of what that really means.

Please, Tom.

I need to know if she'll hurt my brother.

She'd never hurt a child.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Not in here.

Why not?

Well, there might be evidence in here.

You might mess it up.

Mess it up yourself, big feet.

Hey, can't be a policeman unless you've got big feet.

If my Dad were a policeman, I'd keep it quiet.

What did he do, your dad?

Argued with me Mum, mostly.

Have you got kids?

Yeah, I did have, yeah.

Are they dead?

No, they're in Australia.

Cool!

I'm going to go play on the swings again.

Tom?

Tell me how it ends.

Don't know what you're on about.

The song on your piano,

sung by a Mr. Hutton from Goathland.

My wife's grandfather.

After all the impossible tasks,

does it have a happy ending?

It's not a love song!

It's just a stupid old story.

When I hear it in my dreams,

it never gets to the end.

There's something really strange.

There's something

about that song, some old story

from his wife's family.

His wife who fell down the stairs.

His wife who's dead, yeah, like Alison and Shirley.

His wife who's a Hutton from Goathland, like the singer

of the song.

Rob, if anything happens to him...

I'm so far out of me comfort zone

I'm going to meet meself coming back.

Do you know, it's fine, forget it.

I'll go to Scarborough, I'll pick up my Mum's car

and I'll go to Goathland on my own.

You're going nowhere on your own.

I'll cope fine-- it's what I do.

Not now I'm here.

Hey, you all right?

Kicked seven bells out of you, didn't she?

Didn't like you leaving home,

was that it?

What have you brought me here for?

Family history.

Well, you're wasting your time.

Them Huttons all are long dead.

And if they're not, well, they never approved of me.

It's up there.

Good evening.

I am Detective Constable Fairholme, and this is Hannah.

May we go in?

Yes...

Sage is for strength.

Rosemary for faithfulness.

And thyme is for courage.

What about parsley?

Parsley?

Good for the digestion.

Not very romantic, is it?

But I imagine

that was my grandfather for you.

Mr. Richard Hutton.

Tell me, Detective Constable, how exactly is this

a police matter?

I'm told there's a family story

about the version of Scarborough Fair

your grandfather used to sing.

I am aware that's not a straight answer

to your question.

But to sew a shirt without needlework,

it's an impossible task.

The tasks are just a list.

You take your pick.

It was the ending that mattered, according to my sister.

That ending had the power to lay a ghost to rest.

Dorothea loved all those old stor... storie...

I am so sorry.

The last time that anyone knocked on that door

asking about Scarborough Fair was 60 years ago.

I couldn't help him.

And I can't help you either.

Miss Hutton?

Did you ever hear your grandfather sing?

No.

No, he died before I was born.

Dorothea?

My sister is dead.

Nothing will bring her back.

If there was an ending, it died with her.

Who's there?

You?

Murderer!

All right, all right, Miss Hutton!

He took my sister!

He killed my Dorothea.

No, no, he didn't-- he didn't kill her.

He took her into mortal danger and he let it happen.

It was his fault!

You think he doesn't know that?

Why did you come here?

Because people have died, and I want it to stop.

People you love?

No.

Not yet.

Not yet!

It's all right.

We're all going home.

All the way to Goathland

in me Morris Minor,

like it were the other end of the world.

I had so many tunes, so many verses.

But Richard Hutton's version were different,

because he only sang three verses.

I were that mad in those days.

I thought, "What's he hiding?

Has he got a last verse, and he's not letting on?"

So I banged on the door.

And she opened it.

Dorothea.

I came looking for one thing,

and I found another.

What really happened to her, Tom?

All those years stuck in the house.

Stuck in the shadows.

I thought she'd understand.

But Isha wasn't ready to let me go.

Tom, what happened at the lake?

What lake?

She dreams about a lake.

Isha's there, and you, and me.

There was never a lake.

Only the sea.

Right, no arguments.

Get him into bed, then get yourself to bed.

Get some sleep, and leave the worrying to me.

I don't need a new dad, Rob.

Okay.

Not as much as he does, anyway.

Come on.

Who's there?

Hello?

Oh, my God, you two.

You frightened the life out of me.

Yeah, we do live here.

It's 5:00 in the bloody morning.

Where have you been?

Seaside.

Keep him safe.

I've got to go back out.

Back out?

I've been worried sick!

Oh, please!

We could go to the pub.

Or to a nightclub.

Now then.

Pull a couple of mucky women!

You and I have got nothing in common.

Both of us on our own.

Neither of us getting any younger.

80-odd!

Nobody gets a birthday card

from the Queen for being 80-odd.

Oh, yeah.

I've got some questions.

You're always so hard on me.

I was only seven!

Right?

And my dad had to get me a nanny.

She came in every day for what must have been...

three years, right?

'Cause I were how old?

Nine.

And you opened the door, smiling all over your face,

as if that made it all right.

The important thing is I came back.

That nanny, she cried.

She cried when she left me.

You didn't!

You just disappeared.

But she did.

She held me so tight.

And I can't even remember her name.

I never stopped loving you.

The one thing your dad and I

ever agreed about--

we loved our baby girl.

I used to sit at the top of the stairs

night after night and think, "How can I make them

be nice to each other?"

It didn't mean anything, the fighting.

"How can I can think of the right things to say?"

It's just how it was, how love was,

for me and your dad.

Like there was some magic spell that would make it all better.

But the...

the night he died...

Oh, don't do this.

I thought, "Do you know what?

"I can't be bothered.

"If they want to kill each other,

then that's fine by me."

And I... I went to bed.

And I heard my dad slam the door.

And I heard his car.

And I knew then that he was driving too fast.

It wasn't your fault.

I don't mind the boyfriends, Mum.

I just wish they made you happy.

Well, what about you, my beautiful baby?

When's your life going to start?

I'm too busy looking after my brother.

It were me birthday again.

And postman knocked on the door

with a card from the Queen, again.

And I thought... I thought, "There's got to be

a way out of this."

110 years.

Long enough.

You're not under arrest.

You're free to go anytime.

Let's start at the beginning.

They had a slogan,

"Remember Scarborough!"

After the bombardment.

December 1914.

The German bombardment that killed my parents.

It were headline news, even in London.

Their names in the paper.

And mine.

Poor little orphan boy.

And Isha were in London by then,

waiting for passage home

to India.

She bribed her way onto a cargo ship called the Gem.

Struck a mine three and a half miles

southeast by east of Scarborough.

Christmas Day, 1914.

Ten crew lost.

And one passenger...

whose name were never listed.

Was it you put that back together?

Was it you tore it in half?

Or... was it Dorothea?

When I first met Dorothea, she were 18 years old.

It were love at first sight.

I never told her my real age

to start with-- didn't want to put her off.

But when I did, I told her everything.

Everything.

I loved her that much.

She wanted to help.

She said, "Let's sing my grandfather's ending--

see if it can really lay a ghost."

We'd no idea if it would work,

but she were made up with it.

No sooner home than she's skipping up the stairs

and starting to sing.

And I have a bad feeling.

And I'm pleading with her, "Please, don't, don't sing."

"Don't sing to the end."

Then Isha were there.

At the top of the stairs.

And Dorothea fell.

I saw my lovely girl fall.

Why did she do that, Tom?

Isha.

Isha pushed her.

Oh, God.

Interview terminated

at 6:24 a.m.

Your boss'll have a laugh

when he listens to those tapes.

I can put those tapes in a cupboard where they'll stay

for seven years,

after which time they'll go in the bin.

We're going to sort this one out

by ourselves.

Just me and you.

Why don't you take her home, Tom?

Take Isha home, keep her happy.

Just the two of you, safe and sound,

nobody else involved.

Just like it always used to be.

Just Tom and Isha, and leave those children out of it.

It's too late for that.

I can't stop her now.

Christ!

Nancy?

Oh, Nancy, come on.

Let me dry your eyes.

You live your life, and then it's gone.

Naught to be done about it, love.

And after,

who will remember me?

I will.

You'll have better uses for your time.

Nancy, do you remember when we were here before,

on that day when it all went wrong, when Tom came?

You recognized him.

You knew him.

I thought he looked like me grandma's neighbor.

And then I thought,

"No, they'll all be dead by now."

Do you remember the day Tom brought his new wife home?

They drove up.

In a taxi!

Imagine.

And he threw open the door

and carried her over the threshold.

Oh, it were romantic.

And she started singing.

* Remember me to a bonny lass there... *

She didn't get to the end, did she?

"Come on, Tom," she goes,

"join in with me."

She wanted him to sing with her?

"Sing the ending," she says, "Come on."

He says, "I don't want to.

I don't want to no more."

And she carried on singing, just for a bit, until...

Until what?

Until he pushed her downstairs to shut her up.

He sees me looking.

"Don't you ever tell," says he.

Can you hear them?

The children, playing on the lake?

She's gone to work.

And she seems to have lost my car.

Is your son with you?

Still in bed, lazy little tyke.

Hey!

Sean!

What do you think you're doing?

Open the door!

What is going on?

Open the door!

Oh, my God.

Rob?

Have you got Sean with you?

He's at home with my mum.

Where are you?

Are you at work?

Hannah?

Are you still there, love?

Hannah, answer me.

It's been here all along.

The lake.

It's the millpond.

Just stay put.

I'll find you.

Where are you going?

You killed your wife.

I loved her.

I loved them both.

You knew the ending.

You could have sung it.

But you chose Isha.

She came back from the dead for me.

How could I send her back there?

Sean?

Oh, my God.

Hannah, wait.

No, there's no time

for waiting.

There's no time for thinking.

There's just doing it.

You can't fight her.

Then you'll have to come with me.

Tom, please.

Can we sing it from here?

Are we close enough?

Looks that way.

* Where were you going

* To Scarborough Fair...

* Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... *

Tom, help me-- sing it with me.

* Tell her to make me a cambric shirt *

* Parsley, sage...

I'm sorry, love.

But that's the last thing I want to do.

Oh, my God, Sean.

No!

His name's Sean.

He likes chips

and computer games and rock pools.

He's ten years old.

I've been ten years old all my life.

Then be a man now.

Sing the ending.

I can't.

I won't.

She doesn't really

want him.

All she wants is you, Tom.

She loves you.

Hannah!

Hannah!

No!

No! No!

Please!

Sean, Sean, hold on!

Tom, please, for God's sake, sing it now!

Please!

Remember me to a bonny lass...

Remember me to a bonny lass...

Remember me to a bonny lass...

Remember me to a bonny lass.

* When she has done

* And finished her work...

* Parsley

* Sage, rosemary and thyme...

* Oh, tell her to come

* And bring me that shirt...

Sean?

Oh, God, Sean!

Come on.

* And she shall be again...

* A true lover...

* Of mine.

It's all right, it's all right.

He's all right, he's all right.

Tom?

No, no!

He's gone-- they're both gone.

Oh, for God's sake.

Hannah!

: I'm sorry.

Hey, blub away.

You've earned it.

Where are they, Rob?

I don't give a monkey's.

As long as they don't come back.

There's no talking to you.

I've always liked the idea

that you never really die

as long as somebody remembers you.

Hannah!

Are you two going to be all day?

Great escape can't come

quick enough for you, can it?

I'm only going to uni

if you make sure he gets to school.

* Where were you going

* To Scarborough Fair

* Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme *

* Remember me to a bonny lass there... *

* For once she was

* A true lover of mine.

* When she is done and finished her work *

* Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme *

* Oh, tell her to come and bring me that shirt *

* For she shall be again a true lover of mine. *