Original subtitles

- Remembered your pills?

- What pills?

- Night, Mum.

- No.

He's a total limp dick.

The sort you'd spit in the face and he'd like it.

I said no.

- It's Late.

- I'm not a kid.

- Say goodbye.

- Yeah, yeah, I know she is.

Bye.

- I am what?

- Nazi.

- Course.

How's your tea?

- Cold.

Gud nacht

- What?

- Goodnight.

(toilet flushing)

- What?

- Love you.

- Mum, it's half eight, I have to go.

Mr Jones said if I was late again

there'd be hell to pay.

Which means another detention.

(door knocking)

Are you even up?

Okay, so you guys don't understand.

Mum?

Dad?

(gentle music)

(camera snapping)

(camera snapping)

(camera snapping)

(police radio chattering)

(Shireen sighing)

(door thudding)

- [Shireen] It stinks of booze in here, Len.

- Call me later, yeah.

- Come back here.

(bell tolling)

- [Carly] All right?

(youths yelling)

- [Youth] Come back here.

- You have the budget committee at 11.

A library protest at two.

There was a fight in the pub yesterday evening

and a couple on the Heathbury estate

committed suicide overnight. - Suicide?

God.

- (sighs) There's a reporter from the local paper,

he wants a quote from the Major.

- [Len] Typical journalist, they love a suicide.

- He's not here about the suicide.

- Then what then?

- The fight, in the pub.

- Why does he want to talk about that?

- Well he hears you started it.

- Well I don't remember anything.

- Yep, don't say that.

- Nothing happened.

- You slept in the Town Hall.

- I couldn't find a taxi.

Er suicide, what are their names?

- I don't know.

- Well find out.

Now where's the journalist.

- At the office.

- Right.

How do I look?

(Shireen groaning)

Hmm.

- [Carly] Well I do prefer quality over quantity

that's true.

- Yeah, well quality not an option round here is it,

all the men are either 40 or 12 or they smell.

Quantity's all we got.

- Except...

- What?

- [Lucy] Not 40 not 12 and I bet he smells

of all the right things.

- Hang on do I...

I think I know him.

Hiya.

- [Mark] Heathbury Estate.

- [Driver] You from round here?

- Yeah.

- [Driver] Yeah, you look familiar.

What brings you back then?

(police radio chattering)

(camera snapping)

(worrisome music)

- Sarah.

Would you just have a word with the Mum.

- Hmm-uh.

- Get her a cup of tea or something,

make sure she's okay. - Yes, sure.

Betty, I'm Sarah.

A police liaison officer and I'll be with you the rest

of the day if you need anything.

- Yes, ur, a coffee please, love, thank you.

- [Sarah] A coffee.

Of course.

(camera snapping)

(Betty sighing)

(bicycles whizzing)

- You must be posh.

- What?

- You go to the posh school.

- Yeah, but I'm not posh I'm on a scholarships,

I've just moved here, I don't know what I've done wrong.

- It's the uniform.

Take your jacket off.

Nice.

This way.

(youths laughing)

- [Harry] Wait up.

(engine humming)

(sorrowful music)

- Hold on a sec.

- Come on.

You're not, all right?

- Shit.

- Put it down, Daniel, put it...

(trolley clattering)

- [Daniel] I'm so sorry.

- [Steve] Excuse me.

- Hey, don't.

Welcome home, love.

Welcome home.

(Betty sobbing)

- So they just sat here with Jodie and Gran

and had chicken and chips and watched TV,

went to bed and everything was normal.

- Perhaps we should talk about this

when you have had more time.

- Have you checked the garden, someone could've got in.

- All the evidence suggests that they planned

to take their own lives.

- What evidence?

- Drink, sleeping pills.

- Sleeping pills?

- Yes.

Often those closest to us hide their problems.

- Should we even be in here?

Have you checked for finger prints?

- I'll be in touch in the morning

when we have the coroner's report.

In the meantime if you have any questions

just ask Sergeant Reynolds.

I'm sorry.

I really am.

- Your Granddad slept with prostitutes.

That's where the money went.

The inspector's right, none of us know the ones we love.

- Where's Jodie?

(train rambling)

- What's your name?

- Harry.

- Yeah, of course it is.

All right, off you go back to Hogwarts,

I've got stuff to do.

Bye.

- No, I like it here with you.

What stuff?

- Wanna find something that deserves

to be burnt and burn it.

- Like what?

What deserves to be burnt?

- Are you joking.

In this town you're spoilt for choice.

(gentle music)

(engine humming)

- They've all cleared up and gone

except that Sergeant Sarah.

(chuckles) She put the dishwasher on.

She's staying in case we do the same as your mum and dad.

Apparently once death seems possible the idea catches on.

- They haven't been through any of their stuff.

Did they check the back of the house?

- I don't know.

- And you and Jodie didn't hear anything?

Didn't wake up.

- You'll be hungry.

If I can get that woman out of the way

I'll do some fish fingers, you liked them didn't you,

I remember.

(gentle music)

- I've never seen anyone drop one before.

Shaking hands, sweating,

I thought you were gonna wet yourself at one point,

what happened?

- I should make it up to him.

- Too late, he's dead.

Aren't you, love.

No he's got more important things to think about

than your first aid cock up.

- I wonder why they did it.

- Well don't.

- What?

- Wonder.

None of our business, we wipe 'em down,

hand 'em over and then we go to the pub.

Come on.

- I'm sorry.

(doorbell ringing)

- You've got a new front door.

- Jeff.

- Hey, I'm sorry about your parents.

- How'd you know?

- Well everyone knows.

Yeah so I thought you might wanna you know get pissed

or whatever go out.

Got a little bit of weed as well if you want.

Or not.

Either way.

- I've got to look after my Gran.

- What?

Your gran died ages ago.

Mrs B, how are you?

Right.

- I don't mind staying if you'd like to go out, Mark.

Betty and I get on, don't we?

Might do you some good.

- Yeah, we're going down Stickies later.

- Oh no, Jeff. - It'll be a laugh,

take your mind off it.

- No, I can't. - Mate.

- What?

- What else are you gonna do, seriously?

We haven't seen you in ages.

You know, don't be a dick.

Do you know anyone famous?

- Huh?

- Oh it's like most people in London know someone famous,

my mate Charlie is friends with Dermot O'Leary.

- No, no, I don't know anyone like that.

- Right.

Yeah, I hate it in London.

Escalators, fast, faster than here, it puts you off.

So why do you think they did it?

- I dunno, I dunno why.

- Yeah, I don't suppose you would.

Well I thought we'd warm up at the Antelope.

- Who's up?

- Me, Steve, Lucy, she'll definitely be out,

do you remember Lucy?

- No.

- She was in the year below us.

At school she was a bit quiet, not so much now (chuckles).

Likes a drink.

- [Mark] Well, I can't deal with all that now.

- [Jeff] No, you're all right, Lucy'll understand

she's not stupid.

- [Carly] So how do you know he's gonna be there?

- 'Cause my best-mate is mates with his old best-mate Jeff.

Apparently he's back 'cause his parents died.

- Died?

- Yep.

- Well then, shouldn't we- - Oh What?

- Give him room.

- Well that's up to you

but it's my bet he's gonna need a shoulder to cry on.

You all right, Steve?

Is that a new shirt?

- Yeah, d'you like it?

- No.

(girls giggling)

- That's Lucy.

Proper chimney.

- What you mean she smokes?

- I mean there's a different lad up her every week.

Come on.

(girls giggling)

- [Mark] It looks the same.

- That's 'cause it is except everyone's older fatter.

Come on. - No I'm gonna go home, sorry.

- Well you're here now.

- No, I know, you have a good night, yeah.

- Don't be scared, I've already told them.

- Who?

- Everyone.

Come on, I'll get them in. - Wait, wait.

You told them?

- Now I'm not being funny

but you were never this good looking at school.

You were always a bit like you know.

- What?

- Like Mathsey (giggles).

- Right.

- Like really into science, a little bit spody,

not anymore you could be a model these days look at you.

I'm really sorry about your parents.

Why do you think they did it?

- Oh, Lucy.

- I don't, I don't think they did.

- What, oh really?

Oh 'cause Jeff told us that- - Lucy, shut up, yeah.

Let's talk about something else?

- Maybe someone could have broken in.

- Do you mean, got in and killed them?

- I don't know.

- Mark, d'you wanna go and play some pool?

- D'you mean got in and did it

and made it look like suicide.

- Oh. - Who would do that?

- Lucky, shut up.

- I don't know what's going on.

The biggest thing I had to worry about this morning

was a leak in my bathroom.

I wore my good shoes into work today

'cause it was supposed to be seeing some friends

in Holborn tonight, but then I got a call

and I come back here and it turns out

that I'm never gonna see my Mum again,

I'm never gonna to see my Dad again

and now I'm in the Antelope like I'm 17,

and yeah, maybe someone killed them, maybe they did I dunno.

And I wasn't spody in school and I didn't do science

I wore glasses.

Is that what you remember?

(upbeat music)

Wait, isn't that?

Is that Alice?

- Yeah.

- What, she's still here?

- Yeah, didn't you know?

- He looks gay.

- He's from London.

- Oh right well that explains it.

- Who is it?

- Alice Woods.

- Oh yeah, they used to be together.

- What happened?

- He left.

- Alice?

Alice?

(birds singing)

(fire crackling)

- The police are after me.

- You're joking.

- I have to run away, what d'you think do you wanna come?

- Where?

Can't go back to mine, my Mum's at home

and she doesn't shut up.

I mean literally she's a nightmare, I have dreams.

- I don't care where we go.

- All right, I've got an idea.

(upbeat music)

♪ I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling ♪

♪ Gotta make you understand ♪

♪ Never gonna give you up ♪

♪ Never gonna let you down ♪

♪ Never gonna run around and desert you ♪

♪ Never gonna make you cry ♪

♪ Never gonna say goodbye ♪

♪ Never gonna tell a lie ♪

♪ And hurt you ♪

(friends cheering)

(Lucy laughing)

- You happy watching this?

It's not very good.

- I'm fine.

- I'll be alright if you want to go home.

If I was gonna kill myself I would've done it before now.

You're not gonna stay here all night are you?

- Perhaps until Mark gets back.

(gentle music) (Betty chuckling)

- [Jodie] What we doing?

- [Harry] Over.

- [John] Why?

- [Harry] Come on.

Climb over and see.

♪ 'Cause I feel safe when you're near me ♪

♪ And I can hope to completely ♪

♪ Although you constantly hurt me ♪

♪ And we fight and we cry ♪

♪ And we tell the same lies ♪

♪ About love ♪

♪ And we cling to each other ♪

♪ Shoulder to shoulder ♪

♪ Against the world ♪

♪ So I wanna drag you down ♪

♪ Whilst you drag me down ♪

♪ And I'm gonna shout at you ♪

♪ Whilst you shout at me ♪

♪ Until we realise that real love ♪

♪ Is free ♪

- [Jeff] One, two, three.

(friends cheering)

♪ Free ♪

- [Harry] Found it last week.

No one comes here much.

♪ And I get a kick when you worry ♪

(waters splashing)

♪ That you're just no good for me ♪

(water splashing)

♪ And I feel weak watching you believe ♪

♪ And we fight and we cry ♪

♪ And we tell the same lies ♪

♪ About love ♪

♪ And we cling to each other ♪

♪ Shoulder to shoulder ♪

♪ Against the world ♪

♪ So I gonna drag you down ♪

♪ Whilst you drag me down ♪

♪ And I'm gonna shout at you ♪

♪ Whilst you shout at me ♪

♪ Until we realise that real love ♪

♪ Is free ♪

- Alice.

Alice.

Hello.

Alice.

(Mark coughing)

(engine humming)

- Okay, mate I don't know what you want

but we've got a kid tryin' to sleep, yeah, so piss off.

Go on off you go.

- Does Alice-

- Yeah, you heard me, off you go.

- [Alice] Mark?

- What you know him?

(Mark heaving)

Mate, what are you doing?

(Mark spluttering)

- No I'm sorry.

Sorry, sorry.

Sorry, sorry.

(Mark coughing)

- Karl.

Karl.

(Mark sobbing)

(downhearted music)

- So?

- My Mum and Dad.

- Yeah.

- I think I killed them.

(gentle music)

- What happened to you last night?

Well I'm going out, got a few things to do,

then we've got the funeral directors at 11.

You should come.

(blinds whizzing)

- Tea?

(Lucy groaning)

Get your knickers on we're gonna be late.

(door thudding)

(doorbell ringing)

- Morning.

- What is it?

- Breakfast.

Can I come in?

- No.

- [Shireen] Thanks.

(door clicking)

- Betty, Mark, can I apologise again for what happened,

as I think you know Daniel is new,

it was his first day in fact

but it won't happen again, will it?

- No.

- So how about this Wednesday?

- That's soon.

- It's up to you, we could try and find a later date or...

- No, it's all right.

Wednesday.

- Daniel, would you make some notes please?

And have you had a chance to think about the caskets?

- They're expensive.

- Various prices and styles.

- They'd want something decent.

- Yeah, of course they would.

- It's just that there are debts to pay

and because it's both of them, we were wondering

if there's anything you can do with the price?

- Mark, as I'm sure you can appreciate

it's financially difficult for everyone at the moment.

Take your time, talk with each other,

find something you feel comfortable with.

- Maybe we could- - All right.

(door thudding)

- Bacon sarnie and coffee, I can do eggs but only scrambled.

- Shireen, you don't like breakfast and neither do I.

This is about that piece in the paper isn't it?

- Well er.

- My behaviour.

You've got something to say?

- You're very well loved, Len,

well everyone knows how much you've done

for this town over the years.

- Oh, right this really is a little speech.

Go on.

- It's the drinking and this fight.

- Nobody minds a scuffle, I'm well liked.

- You were, but it's on the front page,

I mean I'm worried that you've become a Joke.

- A joke?

- You've been Major five years,

I mean maybe it's time for a change?

- No you're right, of course you don't wanna

work for a joke that makes sense.

- Well- - No absolutely.

It'll take me a couple of weeks to find someone else

then you can go.

- What?

I've spent every minute helping you, Len.

I'm supporting you.

- Have you got the name of that couple?

- [Shireen] What couple?

- The couple that died.

- I didn't know that it was important.

- Oh, right. - I mean,

of course it's important but-

- Get those names by Monday.

Thanks for breakfast.

(Shireen scoffing)

- They've left.

You said they could think about it.

- They didn't need to.

What's the matter you dropped the mother on the floor,

you feel guilty.

- Yeah, of course.

- Well get over it.

That's all they can afford.

Sort out the caskets and move on.

(gentle music)

- Well you were after that boy.

- Not really.

- Yeah well I thought you liked boys.

- Sometimes.

- Yeah so what, what do you mean sometimes?

- I mean occasionally.

- What like occasionally you like boys and occasionally-

- Don't sometimes I don't, it depends.

- How did I end back at yours?

- Well you said we should keep the party going.

You really don't remember?

(Lucy sighing)

- What did we do?

- Nothing.

- [Lucy] Nothing?

- Yes nothing, don't worry about it.

We were dancing and then after we kissed.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.

We kissed, kiss is not nothing.

- Yeah, well, you were showing off at first I think

anyways, and then you really got into it, yeah.

And then at the end of the night you came back to mine

and slept in my bed.

What's the problem?

(postcards rattling)

(Mark sighing)

- What you doing?

Why do you never come home?

Never here for my birthday.

What are you doing?

- [Mark] I'm going through their stuff.

- Sounds like fun.

- Well the police haven't touched any of it.

- [Jodie] You saw the bottle of pills,

they've killed themselves. - Why would they?

It doesn't make sense.

- Actually it was me.

I killed them.

- [Mark] Jodie, stop (shushing).

- I'm serious I was gonna be suspended again

'cause I cut Mary Hanland with a compass.

They said I was out of control.

Mum was like if you keep acting like this

I'm gonna do something I'll regret, turns out.

- It wasn't anything to do with you.

- You weren't here, you didn't see how Dad looked.

He never slept.

What do you think happened then?

Jesus, Mark, they didn't have any money,

Mum's a psycho, Dad would start crying for no reason,

they were messed up.

Couldn't deal with it and now we are on our own.

(anxious music)

(door thudding)

- Mark, I wasn't expecting you.

We'll have the coroners' report this afternoon,

I'll call you with the confirmed results, all right?

- So what else have you found out?

Because you've only spent a couple of hours in the house,

you haven't looked at any of their stuff.

You didn't even take her phone.

- Is there anyone looking after you?

- I assume you've investigated their situation,

their background?

- Yes.

- Well?

- Your father hadn't had any work for the last six months.

We found your mother's prescription for anti-depressants.

Also some statements that showed they had recently had

to re mortgage the house.

It's possible you didn't know about that.

- No.

- Yeah, it's clear they were both under immense stress.

It's understandable they might've wanted

to keep that from you, maybe you living away from home

in London, it's harder to stay in touch.

(gentle music)

Mark, if there was anything to investigate,

I promise you I would.

We've done all we should, it's time to stop now.

Hmm?

Bury your parents in peace.

(Mark sniffling)

- Black coffee.

Are you sure you don't want milk?

- No, no I'm sure it's lovely.

- There.

- So sorry about coming to your house.

- Yeah, perhaps getting drunk wasn't the best idea.

- No.

And then when they told me where you lived,

I suppose I just wanted to talk to someone who knows me.

- Well I'm not sure I do these days.

Eight years.

- Yeah.

- Long time.

- You've got a daughter now.

- Sophie.

- And a husband.

- Yep.

- Very grown up.

- Well we are grown up now aren't we?

- So how's the singing going?

- Singing?

Well I haven't sung since school.

- Ah it was all you wanted to do.

- Yeah, but I wasn't very good at it.

- You were amazing.

- Mark, I have the videos I sound like a car alarm.

(Mark laughing)

- Well the funeral is at 12 on Wednesday, crematorium.

My parents would really like you to be there if you can.

- I'll try.

- Can I show you something?

I found this.

There were text messages too.

I just don't think it was suicide.

There must've been something else going on.

- Like your scarf, did you get that in London?

(Mark chuckling)

- Alice, I haven't changed.

I need someone to talk to.

- Then find someone.

They're here.

Sophie's been to ballet, I should go.

- Are you happy?

- What?

- It's just not how I imagined you ending up like this.

- Ending up?

- No.

No I'm sorry.

- Mark, I haven't ended up, I'm 30.

Maybe you should go back to London.

I'm sorry about your parents, honestly I really am.

- I'm sorry.

(gentle music)

- [Karl] All right?

- [Alice] Hello.

How are you?

(social worker muttering)

- [Social Worker] Bye.

(door thudding)

(door clicking)

(engine humming)

- Where have you been?

- I've been to the florists,

I've arranged the death certificate,

put the clothes in at the dry cleaners.

- She didn't think you existed.

- [Mark] Who?

Who was that woman with the police?

- Social services.

They have a concern that Jodie is being left on her own.

They don't feel I am able to look after her properly.

- Well, she's not a kid.

- [Jodie] I'm 15, so technically-

- Yeah, all right.

- She wanted to know if you were gonna stay.

- [Mark] For the funeral, yeah.

- Of course you're gonna stay for the funeral

she meant after the funeral.

- I've got a job, Jodie, I live in London.

Do you want me to stay?

- No.

Of course I don't want you to stay, it's fine.

I tell you what will happen, I will go into care,

Gran will go into one of those massive houses

that smell of piss, we can't wait.

- Well we can sort something out after the funeral.

Maybe there's a friend or sometimes you can come

to London to visit.

- She said it has to be a permanent arrangement.

- This isn't my fault.

- Knew he'd say that.

Oh well end of the family.

(gentle music)

(Betty sighing)

- You're not supposed to smoke in the house.

- No one to stop me now though, is there.

See, silver lining.

I haven't had any breakfast.

- I brought biscuits.

- Go on then.

You said it was here.

- I thought I heard it.

- I'm cold.

- I reckon it's your fault they killed themselves.

You only came back at Christmas

don't you think you should've seen us more often?

Ah, these are ginger biscuits.

- I know.

- I don't like ginger biscuits.

Why have we stopped?

- We're waiting for Mum and Dad they've got to go first.

- Typical.

(engine humming)

You crying?

- What do you think?

Our parents are dead, Jodie and nobody cares.

The police have given up, the undertakers just want money

and you just sit there and smoke and make faces and pretend.

- Here, Mark.

Look.

- Oh god.

- [Betty] Thank you.

- What do we do?

(door thudding)

- You should've told me.

- These are not what they ordered, Daniel.

- What?

- The caskets.

You got the wrong ones these are expensive.

- Oh, right.

Well, it's too late now.

- Fear no more the lightning flash

nor dreaded thunderstone fear not slander sends sur ash.

Thou hast finished joy and moan.

All lovers young all lovers must consign to thee

and come to dust.

- Thank you.

Now I think we will hear a little about Tony

and Kate from the family.

- Mark?

Now.

- Len.

Oh god.

- I'm not family, I didn't know Tony and Kate

but I'm the Major, this is my town they lived in

so I've done some research.

Tony liked fishing, apparently he wasn't very good at it

but he loved it anyway.

As a young man he often found life difficult,

then at 19 he met Kate, one night in the Antelope.

Kate was beautiful I'm told, intelligent.

She worked, in fact, for the council.

(Betty sobbing)

They married, they had two children

and recently welcomed Betty, Kate's mother into their home.

(gentle music)

God knows why they did what they did.

I wish they could see how many of us are here.

How we care.

Tony and Kate are gone.

But in their place today we have their wonderful daughter,

Jodie and their talented son Mark.

Tony and Kate loved this town.

And looking at all of you here today,

it certainly loved them.

- That was amazing.

- Don't get sentimental, Shireen.

Two parents die at the same time,

only the kids left, whose gonna take charge?

- Yeah, of course.

- But you know, as I was talking I was thinking,

maybe you're right, maybe it is time for a change.

- Well next time you're in London come and visit,

bring Sophie, your husband.

- You are going back then?

- Yeah.

You're right, I don't fit in here anymore.

- Well what about your sister?

It's good to see you.

Take care.

- [Jodie] Is that Alice?

- Yep.

- Bad luck, she's hot.

Mum always says you made a mistake.

Actually.

Mark, don't go.

- Okay.

- Okay, what?

- Okay, I'll stay.

(gentle music)

- You're serious?

Do I still get pocket money?

(Mark chuckling)

(Mark sighing)

(anxious music)

- Mark.

How are you?

- I found this.

- What is it?

- [Mark] There were lots of them.

And text message too saying the same thing.

- What do you think it is?

- Blackmail?

- Or a joke?

Or a half written email?

Just someone testing the printer?

Many suicides have no warning signs at all

that's why it's shocking, not just that they do it

but that they hide it so well.

Let it go, yes?

Let them rest.

Take care.

(upbeat music)