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some viewers may find upsetting, and deals with sexual abuse.

WATER RUNNING

HE BREATHES SHAKILY

DOOR OPENS

It's not your typical London one-bed.

But I think once you've looked round you'll see why it's a bit special.

Bloody hell.

Wow.

I mean...

Just...wow.

It's like an art gallery or something.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR SHUTS

It's amazing.

Everyone says that.

I've never seen anywhere like it.

And this is in our budget?

The owner sets an affordable rent

to people who'll live here the way he intended.

The way he intended?

Yes. He's the architect.

He was going to live here himself at one stage, I believe.

But now...he rents it out instead.

So, it's stuff like, what? No smoking, no pets?

It's a bit more than that.

No pictures, no ornaments, no carpets or rugs, no books.

No books?

No children, obviously.

No planting anything in the garden.

Anything else?

Oh, yes.

There's about 200 in all.

No drinks coasters, no magazines, no knick-knacks.

How do you turn the lights on?

He's not a fan of switches, either. Everything's automatic.

So, who lives here now?

No-one. It's been empty for quite a while.

Then why was the front door unlocked? You just walked in.

Again, all automatic.

You wear one of these, you don't even need a key.

Do you want to see upstairs?

What's he like?

The man who built this.

Pretty strange, presumably.

People say he's charming.

You might get to meet him, if you go for it.

Might?

He interviews prospective tenants personally,

those who get through the initial stages.

There's a questionnaire to fill in first.

Then usually we just get a email saying, "Thanks, but no thanks."

Not a fan of banisters, either.

And what sort of people get accepted?

Since I've been the agent, no-one has.

And how long has that been?

Three years.

Pretty much everything you'll need is provided.

Linen, pillows, mattress, even toiletries.

He's er...he's very particular like that.

Everything you see in the house has been chosen by...

WATER SPLASHES

SHE INHALES SHARPLY

And where do you put all your stuff?

He's not really into stuff, either.

This is your only cupboard.

But, just to warn you, one of the rules is nothing on the floor

or left on the bed. Everything has to be put away.

Well, how would he know?

Regular inspections are built into the contract.

And if the rules are infringed, we have to tell him.

No way, then. That's like school.

I'm not having someone tell me off for leaving

a pair of dirty socks out.

I mean, if it wasn't for all those rules, then maybe,

but, you know, we're messy people.

Em's side of the bedroom looks like a bomb went off in Zara.

We could change.

Yeah, right. Sorry, mate. It's got to be a no from us.

Si.

I'm just being practical.

Where's next? Brent Cross.

A one-bed just came on, a bit more conventional than this.

So, what do you think?

I think somewhere like this shouldn't be left empty.

Not for three years.

Feels like...

..it's waiting for someone.

Bye, house.

CHILD CRYING

It's all right.

Question one. "Please make a list of every possession

"you consider essential to your life."

And then he's left space for about five things.

THEY LAUGH

Yes, but you can see his point.

He's a minimalist architect.

If you've designed something for a certain way of living,

why let people just do what they want with it?

Look, are you sure about this?

Why wouldn't I be?

The house is amazing, honestly.

I could help you redecorate that bedroom.

And you...you could just think about getting some counselling.

I don't want to redecorate the bedroom.

Besides, living in a... a different way,

a different place...

..I think it'll help.

"Please make a list of every possession

"you consider essential to your life."

Em, we're not doing it.

I'm just reading it.

You know what, though?

I think that's a trick question.

Cos he's not really into stuff, remember?

I think the smart thing would be to leave this answer blank.

Yeah, because we're not filling it in.

Yeah. So we're agreed on question one.

Question two.

"Would you sacrifice yourself to save ten innocent strangers?"

Maybe I could start a blog.

My Minimalist Journey.

Emma Matthews, the princess of less.

You haven't posted anything on the last one you set up.

Yeah, cos I've not had any time because...

..I'm always clearing up clutter.

Oh, clearing up? Uh-huh.

This must be the only flat in London where the burglar left it

tidier than the occupants.

Fucking hell, Si.

Not funny.

Em... You promised we'd move out!

HEAVY THUD

DOOR CREAKING

WIND WHISTLING

WIND CHIMES JANGLING

This is so cool. I know.

Let's not get our hopes up, though.

It's just an interview.

PHONE PINGS

"Welcome, Emma and Simon.

"Please make your way to the ground floor."

How do they know we're here?

Emma, Simon, hi.

I'll take you to Edward.

They're here.

Ah. Come in.

Thank you.

Coffee?

It's good to meet you, mate.

I'm Simon. This is my girlfriend, Emma.

Er, please.

Coffee would be great. Thanks.

So...

Tell me why you'd like to live at 1 Folgate Street.

Well, it would obviously be a great opportunity

to live somewhere incredible.

You've done such a fantastic job of designing it,

and we'll just... try and do it justice.

And it would really just be our dream to live there.

Wouldn't it, Si?

Uh, definitely.

And I think it will change us.

In what way?

We were burgled.

Well, I was. Simon was out with his mates.

The burglar had a knife.

Carry on.

I think 1 Folgate Street could...

..help me be a stronger person.

Someone who wouldn't just stand there...

..and let someone like that walk all over me.

If that makes any sense.

Your coffee. Thank you.

Oh! Jeez, Emma!

I'll get a cloth. No need, no need. No need.

Alyssia.

Dispose of them, would you?

Don't worry, don't worry. They were very bad drawings.

I should have abandoned them weeks ago.

Mate, I am so sorry.

A word of advice, Simon.

You never apologise for someone you love.

It makes you look like a prick.

I'll let you know.

Thank you for coming, Emma.

You too, Simon.

I could have you struck off. By all means, try.

For fuck's sake, I worked on that house for six months!

It was a different house.

The house you worked on never would have won.

Fuck you.

Jane Cavendish.

Of course.

Come in.

Did you win? Please.

Win what? That argument.

Oh.

That was nothing.

A former partner.

We had different approaches.

He wasn't a minimalist?

I don't actually think of myself as a minimalist.

When you relentlessly eradicate everything unnecessary

or imperfect it's surprising how little is left.

My houses...

..make demands of people, Jane.

Peter, my technology partner, talks about something called UX.

User experience.

The housekeeper system gathers data from whoever lives

at 1 Folgate Street to improve the user experience in real time.

What sort of data?

What spaces you use most, the temperature the shower's set at.

That kind of thing.

And some more... psychological.

That strange questionnaire I had to fill in.

Once we have a baseline, we redo it from time to time

to see how the answers are changing.

It's almost nothing Google or Facebook wouldn't know about you.

I don't think Facebook follows me into the shower.

It's the price the tenant pays for living there.

Data instead of market rent.

We have no shortage of applicants.

And yet you struggle to find anyone acceptable.

Three years, I understand.

We need to find the right fit.

But perhaps we've found her?

Look, I'm not going to give you some long, gushy spiel

about why I want to live there.

Just that...

..you've built a house with integrity.

And I'll try to live there with integrity, too.

The agent mentioned you were going to live there yourself, originally.

Not in that house.

A different building on the same site.

Oh.

That house never got built.

Why not?

Ed, we need to talk.

The idiots are scrimping on the fibre optics.

I'm so sorry, Jane, you'll have to excuse us.

Of course. Alyssia.

Please see Miss Cavendish out.

Thank you for coming.

Just this way.

The only solution is for it to have its own satellite link.

That way, we could get a low Earth orbit of about five to...

..ten satellites, and it would create a mesh.

I'll leave you here.

Why didn't he build the original house?

He said it was going to be different.

Well...Folgate Street was meant to be his family home.

Then his family died.

You know, his... his wife and their son.

She was one of the partners here.

They designed it together.

I'm surprised he mentioned it.

He almost never does.

LIFT DOORS OPEN

We'll be in touch.

Then the bastard pulls out a knife.

And that's what I see mostly,

when I have the flashbacks.

Well, that's a completely natural response to trauma.

It feels horrible.

Like they're real and I can't stop them.

When bad things happen, sometimes, the brain

doesn't process the memory correctly.

So memories can feel like they're happening to you now.

And Simon?

Previously, you said you found his response

to the burglary somewhat trying.

He seems to think if he was there, he...

..could have beaten the guy to a pulp

and made a citizen's arrest, or something.

The truth is, he would have been stabbed.

Society has a kind of construct of what masculinity is

in these situations.

When that's undermined, it can leave any man feeling threatened.

Yeah.

But I think Si was like that before, actually.

So, I just...

So?

QUIETLY: It's my fault.

It was me.

What do you feel is your fault, Emma?

Nothing.

Rachel. Hi.

I am so sorry to hear your news.

I've got us a quiet room.

Morning.

Morning, Jane. Morning, Jane. Good to see you.

I've had some thoughts, actually.

Different ways of structuring the team.

Well, we are so looking forward to having you back.

And I'm thinking about a strategy review.

Right. So, the thing is, that I've, erm...

I've spoken to HR, and your maternity cover, Belinda,

well, we can't just, uh... terminate her contract.

So, erm...

We have very generous compassionate leave.

Are you sure that you don't want to...?

What I want...

..is to get back to work.

I need to keep busy.

Yeah, of course.

So, look, erm...

I'm sure we can find an appropriate role.

Maybe not...client-facing.

Not just yet...

RACHEL'S VOICE FADES

DRUMMING HEARTBEAT

ECHOING: So, what have we got?

EMMA SIGHS

Leona?

Energy.

Positivity.

Dynamism. Reliability?

Emma. Hm?

You haven't written down "dynamism",

Well, isn't that the same as "energy"?

I think the question we need to be asking ourselves is,

what exactly is Flow2o's higher purpose?

QUIETLY: Supplying offices with water coolers?

Water is life.

Emma, did you get that?

I do love to see a room full of geniuses hard at work.

What's going down, Bri?

Mission statement hell.

How about...?

"To make...

"..more water cooler moments happen every day."

Saul, you bastard!

Emma, write that down.

How's it going, Em?

Missing sales yet?

Best assistant I ever had.

Just don't get her on the shots.

CHUCKLING AROUND ROOM

Laters, guys.

I'm the same on shots.

Right, come on, back to the task in hand.

BUSY OFFICE HUBBUB

How was it?

Erm, it was dynamic, energetic and life-enhancing.

I thought marketing was going to be way more exciting than this.

Oh, my God.

What? I don't believe it.

We got the house! I got the house!

I got the...! Ah!

They don't deserve you.

And, of course, the maternity's so generous,

Belinda's still got another six months on her contract.

PHONE BUZZES

Oh, wow.

What?

It's the house.

I passed the interview, I got it.

Oh, good.

Good, you... You deserve some good news.

It says I can move in next week.

SIMON GRUNTS

How are you going to survive with all this stuff in storage?

WIND CHIMES JANGLING

ENTRY SYSTEM BEEPS

BLUES MUSIC PLAYING

SIMON HUMS ALONG

What's this? Oh, erm, the house chose it.

Our house has a playlist?

It's better than that.

Our house has moods.

Are we feeling peaceful?

This is peaceful.

Playful or productive?

Hm...

..playful.

Playful, it is.

MUSIC: One Week Of Danger by The Virgins

EMMA GIGGLES

# Well, is there something that you like about her? Yes

# I like the way that her body bends... #

EMMA: Woo!

# And is there something that you love about her?

Come on, loosen up!

I'm trying.

No!

# Come on, baby

# We get along... #

TOOTHBRUSH BUZZING

COUNTDOWN TIMER BEEPS

BUZZING STOPS ABRUPTLY

BEEPING

PANEL PINGS

Ooh, careful with that.

Ha-ha.

Hey, I'm not knocking it.

Clearly old Eddie Monkford has a thing for people

who spill hot drinks over him.

And now here we are in a really cool house

and a really tiny rent.

So you like it now?

Yeah. I love it.

It's my birthday next week.

Is it?

Shit, I'd forgotten.

I've booked us a table for two at the new Saffron.

Or...we could have a party.

Are parties allowed?

Just be a few friends.

To make them all jealous of how grown-up and sorted we are.

OK.

Let's do it.

We could invite Edward Monkford.

Why would we do that?

Yeah, you're right.

Bad idea.

Night.

Night.

JANE PANTS

SHE WINCES

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

PHONE RINGS

Alyssia, hi. It's Jane Cavendish.

I really appreciate the welcome flowers,

but it's just getting a bit much.

Edward's in America.

And if he was sending flowers, he'd ask me to do it.

Is there a florist's name?

Uh, let me check.

Oh, this one has a card.

"Emma, I will love you forever."

Who's Emma?

I think you'd better phone the florist direct.

They're nothing to do with us.

DISCONNECT TONE

CHILDREN LAUGH

Oh, wow. Whoa.

Told you.

Martha, not the stairs.

Uh, has it sent you crazy yet?

No, actually.

The house and I are a good match for each other.

Yeah.

And the man who built it, could you be a good match for each other?

Behave.

And how are things with you?

Well, you know, erm...

Charlie's firm's talking about redundancies,

Martha may have dyslexia,

Freddie's desperate for a guinea pig.

Freddie, don't do that!

Guys, come and sit on the sofa. Come on.

Er, Charlie. Yes?

Er, get some toys or something from the car, would you?

Yeah, sure.

It's not really a garden for playing in.

Mm.

Where do you keep those wooden salad spoons?

JANE CLEARS THROAT

I was hoping you wouldn't notice.

They went to a charity shop.

Oh. I know. I'm sorry.

It's just...

There's room for so few of my own things here.

Is that awful of me? Oh, no, no. It's fine.

Who's your admirer, Jane?

What?

I just found some bloke outside leaving you flowers.

Jane.

Should I...? No, let's not.

Wait!

Wait a minute, would you?

Wait! Why do you keep leaving me flowers?

Who are you?

My name isn't Emma.

Well, they aren't for you. Obviously.

And I only keep replacing them because you keep taking them.

It was her birthday this week.

She would have been 30.

Oh, my God,

I'm so sorry.

Did she...?

She died in that house three years ago.

How? If you...

I know it's none of my business, but...

It depends who you ask.

W-What do you mean?

People do die in houses.

It's where people used to expect to end their lives.

Old houses, yes, and old people.

But this was someone our age.

Are you all right?

It seems so perfect.

Hard to imagine.

Strange.

JANE EXHALES

Wow.

You look gorgeous. Thanks.

Ow!

You OK? Mm.

I don't think the house likes me.

House doesn't have favourites, Si.

SHE CHUCKLES

When you want to turn the hob on, you just, like, give it a wave.

Then turn it off. I want one of those.

MUSIC: In Real Life by Buvette

NOISY PARTY HUBBUB

GLASS BREAKS

Sorry.

Don't worry, I've got it. I've got it.

Hey, Emma.

EMMA SNORTS

# I wanna hear you whisper right in my ear

# Take off your clothes

# And make you all mine

# Let me get lost in you

# Dance with me

# Play with me

# And I'll play with you... #

RAUCOUS LAUGHTER

Course I love you.

My beautiful wife.

Me and my wife...

OK, let's go.

Club. Club, club, club, club!

Oh, Saul, we're... we're knackered, mate.

When did you get so boring, man?

You're my right hand man. I can't go without you, can I?

Just not tonight.

Come on.

Let's go home. All right.

Thank you!

Goodbye. Adieu.

Bedtime? Yeah.

Ah... Our first party at 1 Folgate Street.

Mm. Went pretty well, I thought.

You know what else we haven't done here yet?

Si, I'm not...

Stop. Oh...!

Sorry.

You remember how we christened Cranleigh Gardens?

Every room within a week.

OK.

And that was before someone came and shoved a knife in my face.

I know, I...

I know, I'm sorry. I just...

There's no rush.

I just thought...

Look, you said you felt safe here.

I do. I just...

I'm not ready.

Not yet.

I love you.

SHE SNIFFLES

PHONE BUZZING

Hello?

Erm... Uh, two minutes.

That was the police, DS Willan and her boss.

What?

They're out...they're outside. They said they want to talk to me.

Maybe they've caught the bastards who burgled us.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, my....

Fuck...

Oh...!

OK...

SIMON CLEARS NOSE

Come on in.

Sorry about the mess.

Hello, Emma, how are you?

This is my colleague, Detective Inspector James Clarke.

Have you caught him?

A man matching the description Emma gave us has been arrested

carrying out another burglary.

We've recovered a number of items listed as stolen.

Including your phone, Emma.

That's great. Isn't it, Em?

Mm-hm. Yeah, great.

We do need to ask you some more questions.

Is there somewhere we can talk in private?

What, in this house?

Not unless you count the shower.

We could go to the police station, Emma.

I think it's best we do this on your own.

I... No, I would come with Em.

You know, to support her.

No, here's fine.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this.

Uh, but when we examined your phone, we found evidence

suggesting that a man may have used it to film himself

forcing a sexual act on you.

Is that correct?

Emma, can you tell us who it was?

Emma.

He had a knife.

First, he...

..took my phone off me, and then he made me...

..do that, what you saw.

He said if I told anyone...

..boyfriend or the police...

..that he'd send it out to everyone in my contacts.

My family, work.

Erm, I'm afraid... we have to ask something else.

Is there any possibility he could have left any DNA behind?

Erm...

On the bed, perhaps?

Or...or maybe on your clothes?

It can be really powerful corroborating evidence.

You understand what we're asking, don't you, Emma?

Yeah, I understand.

No.

No, he made me...

Sorry.

There's no need to apologise.

None of this is your fault.

And please be aware that in this country

any kind of forced penetration,

including forced oral penetration, is rape.

And that's what we'll be working to get this individual convicted of.

I give you my word on that...

VOICES FADE AWAY

We're going to arrange for you to give a video interview...

Hey.

Why didn't you tell me?

I thought you would find it difficult.

You mean...

You thought I wouldn't be sympathetic?

You thought I wouldn't care?

I didn't think, Simon.

I was scared.

You would have told me to tell the police, and I didn't want to.

Em...

I know I can be a bit of an idiot sometimes.

Of course I wouldn't have made you do anything you didn't want to.

What does this say about us?

That you couldn't talk to me about something as big as this?

It doesn't say anything.

This isn't about you.

Jesus.

JANE EXHALES

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Hi, Jane, I've got a visitor here for you.

Thanks. I'll be right there.

OK, thanks. Bye.

Richard.

Jane.

They didn't tell me you were back.

Are you coming to the review?

And how's motherhood suiting you? What did you have?

Richard? Belinda Best. Nice to meet you.

Belinda. Great to meet you, too.

I'm Jane Cavendish.

You're my maternity cover.

It's nice to meet you. Of course.

Lovely to meet you. We should catch up.

Richard, shall we go through?

We've taken the opportunity to look at the strategy with fresh eyes.

Sounds fascinating. Can't wait.

Oh.

Hello.

What are you...?

Hi, Jane.

I, uh...

I just wanted to apologise about the flowers.

I should have told you about the previous tenant.

I...

I guess I didn't want to put you off.

Well, it would have been good to know.

For what it's worth, it was an accident.

On the stairs.

It could have happened in any house.

Look, I'll... I'll get out of your hair.

Edward.

Do you want to get a coffee?

Yeah.

Hi, guys, what can I get you?

I'll have a latte.

No, a milky cappuccino. Yeah.

Double macchiato, please. Sure.

They're very good here.

They do their own roasting.

I couldn't help overhearing.

You lost a child?

Yes.

A little girl.

Oh.

What was her name?

Isabel.

I called her Isabel.

Thank you for asking.

Most people don't.

It was a stillbirth.

39 weeks.

You lost a child, too, I gather.

Mm.

People trot out that platitude, don't they?

"Sorry for your loss."

I always thought they didn't realise just how accurate

that word was - loss.

They had won their gamble with life,

genetics and happiness,

and I had...lost.

When it comes down to it, grief isn't that different to the...

..the feeling of the most...

..terrible, crushing defeat.

Yes.

That is exactly what it feels like.

I can't help wondering...

..did I want her enough?

They're doing an investigation, postmortem and so on, but...

I'm still waiting to hear.

You mustn't blame yourself.

They wouldn't even let me have a caesarean.

So...

..my baby died, and then...

..three days later, she had to be born.

It just feels so wrong, somehow.

Yes.

For a child to die before its parents.

Isabel wasn't, erm...

JANE SOBS

I'm sorry...

It's OK. Crying is good.

Something to do with the chemicals in the tears.

Thank you.

Bastard.

THEY LAUGH

Oh, I'm doing all the talking.

I like listening to you.

Jane, there's something... I want to ask you.

Please forgive my directness.

I would like to have a relationship with you.

That's...very direct.

If it's too soon, just tell me and I will go away.

But there is something I need to explain to you first.

People aren't so very different to buildings, it seems to me.

It's all too easy to accumulate the unnecessary.

Valentine's cards, romantic gestures, date nights.

All the clutter of conventional relationships that are doomed

before they've even begun.

What if...you strip all that back?

What if you were to have a relationship unencumbered

by convention, expectation?

A relationship that lasts for as long as it's perfect

and not a moment longer?

I quite like romantic gestures.

But would you say they're essential to your life?

Er, I'm...I'm sorry, Edward.

I'm...I'm...

I'm not really in that place for a relationship.

For any relationship.

No matter how...minimal.

I com...I completely understand.

I'd better get back. Of course.

Hey, Em, you're not going to believe this.

What's that?

I did some research on your crazy house,

and I think someone might have died there.

What?

Yeah. Er, two people.

When it was being built. You didn't know?

No. Erm...

The architect was visiting the site with his wife and baby

when a wall fell on them.

"After a lengthy sabbatical, Monkford abandoned

"the original plans and rebuilt the house in the minimalist style

"with which he has since become synonymous."

Wow.

Like it's their monument or something.

Oh, my God.

Em, you need to see this.

That's his wife.

She looks just...like you.

She does a bit, doesn't she?

What's all this?

Beef Wellyboot.

I, erm...

I wanted to do something special.

To say sorry for being such an insensitive jerk

who does not deserve to be with a supermodel.

And...this is for you.

Just a little early birthday present.

Wow.

Do you recognise it?

Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Had it shipped over.

You really like it?

I love it.

And I'm sorry, too, Si.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

What?

I don't know.

Si, what...?

Si.

Talk to me.

I can't stop thinking about...

You know. What?

What...what he did to you.

I'm sorry.

Must have put me off.

You mean...

..you think I'm damaged goods?

No.

After everything that happened to me,

all you can think about is that?

No, it's not like that.

Em...

EMILY'S BREATH SHUDDERS

You are so insecure.

I cannot breathe.

So needy!

Always wanting me to be your amazing perfect girlfriend.

But I'm not, OK? I'm sick of it.

But you are. Mm!

You are!

You're amazing and you're perfect, and I love you.

And that's why it's so difficult.

Thinking of him violating you like that...

I don't love you, Si.

Not enough.

Not to stay with you forever.

W...what are you...?

This isn't working.

This isn't what I want.

I feel...trapped.

No.

No, you don't mean that.

You're feeling vulnerable because of what that man did.

And it's...it's this place.

You know, this place is like a pressure cooker.

It's impossible trying to live this way.

It's not that.

I'm sorry.

I want you to move out.

PANEL POWERS UP

MUSIC: Two Weeks by FKA twigs

# I know it hurts

# You know

# I'd quench that thirst

# I can treat you better than her

# You say you're lonely

# Say you'll think about it

# Cos you're the only

# One who resonates

# That chase

# Mouth open like high

# Higher than a motherfucker

# Dreaming of you as my lover... #

JANE LAUGHS

# Flying like a streamer

# Thinking of new ways to do each other

# Pull out the incisor

# Give me two weeks you won't recognise her... #

MUSIC FADES OUT

JANE INHALES

RINGING TONE

Edward?

Hello, Jane.

Hello.

I've been thinking about what you said earlier.

In the cafe.

I think I'd like that.