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(dramatic music playing)

Think you own the road?!

Laverty:
We're gonna be early.

Curling:
We won't be early.
He'll be late.

(chuckles)

(sports announcer on radio)

(door opens)

Happy Birthday,
Daddy.

(groans)
Ethan.

That's lovely.

Thank you.

Hey, that's for Daddy!
She's drinking Daddy's juice!

I'm sure your Daddy
doesn't mind.

Sorry it's so early.

Ethan won't take
no for an answer.

No worries.
Hey, you can let go.

She's allowed,
aren't you, girl?

Well, big boy,
what should we
do today?

I don't know.
It's your birthday.

Matt:
Should we ask Sarah
what she thinks?

She always wants
to go for walks.

"I hate walks.

Walks is boring.
I want pizza."

Well, don't worry,
pizza boy,

I've got
to work today anyway.

We'll have pizza
for tea with Grandma
and Granddad, okay?

Can Mommy come?

Please?

Not today, honey.

Go away.

(door shuts)

I've never touched
that little girl.

I'm not a pervert.
I'm not a nonce.

I'm not going back
on the wing.

I want to stay
here in health care
where it's safe.

All my life, everyone's
always picked on me.

You don't have to
do that. Tanya's away
for another week yet.

Matt, don't
come in here.

The air's like
neat Chianti.

I must've done close on
my entire week's worth
of alcohol last night,

and I'm feeling
every drop of it.

I'm consoling myself
at least I didn't

pick a fight
and weep

and then insist
on driving home.

Can't imagine
you doing that.

Ah. Be thankful you
don't know me better.

Don't worry.
I won't make a habit

of failing to get home.

It's all right.

Sarah, I went on a bit

last night, didn't I?

Sorry.

Rosie: Dad?

Um...

I don't take it
personally.

She's been
through a lot.

Yeah.

I wish I knew...

I know, I know.

I just want her to stop
having the nightmares

and tell me
what happened.

Daddy!

There are worse things...

than not knowing.

Not to me.

Our illustrious leader was
late for his own wedding.
Did you know that?

No. Bet she made him
pay for it.

She still is,
by the look of his suits.

They're made to measure,
just not for him.

That charity-shop look
is just so last season.

Poor old sod.

Don't you start being kind.
The shock might kill him.

Barclay. Leave me a message
and I'll get back to you.

Bloody hell, guv.
Just in time.

190 for three at lunch.
(imitates spin bowling)

England v. India?

Morning.
Morning.

I will of course share
my findings with you

before my written report
goes to the assistant
chief constable.

Anything I discover outside
my terms of reference I'll
report to you verbally.

On the third day we
recovered the little girl,
apparently unharmed,

apart from the effects
of the hay fever medication

she'd been given
to keep her quiet.

No evidence
of sexual assault.

We charged Kyle Betts,
a local man,

with kidnapping
and false imprisonment.

He was remanded in custody,
and there he remains.

There's no evidence to link
him to the disappearance
of the mother.

You moved rather quickly
to a murder inquiry on her.

Dragged there reluctantly.

No body, though?
No forensic?

Correct.

So I'm still not clear
on what evidence

you changed
your hypothesis from
missing person to murder.

Detective Superintendent
Barclay,

sir, this is
your 28-day review.

It's not optional.

It's not voluntary.

I've been assured
by your A.C.C.

that I will receive
your full cooperation,

and I intend to get it.

I'm here to help...
sir.

(humphs)

Explain your current
hypothesis, please.

Tell me what you think
happened to Leanne.

I haven't got
the faintest idea.

That's why
I'm investigating--

to find out what
happened to her.

And I'm not gonna
make something up

just to fit in
with anybody else's

textbook idea of how
it should be done.

(whistling)

(mail drops in slot)

Mommy didn't send you
a birthday card, did she?

No.

No, she didn't.

I expect she forgot.
Yeah.

Yeah, I expect so, too.

You're not worrying
about me, are you?

You stop it right now.
I'm the daddy, okay?

I do the worrying.

And we're all right,
aren't we, big boy?

Eh?

Daddy...
(door opens)

Ethan...
Barbara: Yoo-hoo!

Where's the birthday boy?

Ah. There you are.

Happy Birthday.
Matthew, darling.

Thanks.
Oh, look.

Daddy hasn't
opened his cards.

Well, don't worry, I'm not
gonna open them for you.

Ethan, come in here
a minute.

Look. Look what your
clever granddad's made.

Can we light the candles?

'Course we can.
Go and get Rosie.

I'm sorry it's just me,
but getting John out
of the house...

I made him an appointment
for a haircut, and I've
told him if he doesn't go,

I'll take the nail
scissors to him.

I just found myself

sitting there waiting
for the postman,

and I thought,
"This is--

this is pathetic.
It's just--

it's just denial.
It's just..."

Don't. Please
don't lose it now.
I need your support.

I can't have you
caving in on me, too.

Oh, Matt, I'm so angry
with the police.

Playing God--
what right have they?

How dare they just
decide she's dead?

Now, where has naughty
Mommy hidden the matches?

Go and watch telly, you two.

But, Daddy,
I want cake.
Now!

I don't know
what to believe.

I wish I did.

I wish I knew
one way or the other.

Her father's abandoned her,
you've abandoned her.

Even the newspapers
have lost interest.
And here am I.

I gave birth to her.

I'm the only one
who has any faith left.
We can't get used to this.

We mustn't start thinking
this is our life now.

It's getting better,
but I still can't say he
really confides in me.

I'm the only black officer
on the team, and he knows that,

and he thinks I've been
put in as family liaison
to winkle stuff out of him.

(humphs)

Yeah, well, he's
obviously not stupid.

Not a suspect, either.

Mr. Barclay hasn't
designated a suspect,

but it makes no difference
because Matt still feels
like it's him.

You know what
I'm asking you, Simone.

Sarge, there's no prejudice
against him here

because he's black.

He's the husband, right?

He's... the husband.

And it's his
birthday, so...

Yeah, it'll be the usual:
creeping around

sniffing everyone's bum,

after which
they'll tell us-- ta-da--
what we already know,

which will make
for a short report,
'cause we know sod all.

It's just routine, Amy.
28-day review.

Nothing to be scared of.

Might turn up
something we've missed.

(snickers)

Yeah, and another thing--
why does the review
always have to be done

by some arrogant,
slimy graduate plastic?

I tick most of those boxes.

Yeah, well, at least you're
not smug with it...

or Irish.

And don't tell me
he's only doing his job.
His only job in my life

today is to give me
someone to hate more
than I hate you, guv.

Kyle Betts went all
name, rank and serial
number on us, sir.

He wouldn't tell us
a thing about why
he took the little girl.

Wouldn't even
talk about his little
cigarette-smuggling scam.

Okay, this is him,
the flower seller.

I arrested him on
suspicion of abduction.

Branko Lazarov,
who says...

he saw nothing, heard nothing
and it wasn't him,
it was his brother?

Originality's not
his strong point.

Branko got the ass
with us, sir.

It being a Sunday,
he lost a day's trade

waiting for us to track down
a Macedonian interpreter.

He was never gonna
help us out.

You arrested him
on suspicion of
abducting Leanne,

but the little boy
didn't pick him out.

Well, Ethan's only seven,
and he was a long way away,
and anyway--

So we released him,
obviously.

Still a hell of
a lot of searches
here on keywords

relating to the former
Yugoslavia.

We've got a statement
from a lorry driver
that puts Branko Lazarov

in the lay-by
at the right time.

Eastern Europeans
and smuggling go
together, right?

And Matthew Wellings saw
active service in the war

in the former Yugoslavia.

Mr. Barclay put that
all together and judged

we should give
this line of enquiry
the highest priority.

Clearly you don't
agree with him.

This team has spent
a lot of time

pursuing it, sir,
and a lot of money.

Um...

there's no evidence
to support any link.

Ethan, look at me.
Shut up.

Look at me.
I'm the mommy now.

Mommy's dead, silly.

She's not dead!
She's asleep!

Get off me!
Get off-- ow!

Just a quick whiz around.

(children yelling)

Oh, now what?

Rosie: Give it to me!
Ethan: Let go!

(yelling continues)

Stop doing that!

Shut up! Shut up!
Shut the fuck up!

(cries)

Morning.

Do something with him,
will you? 'Cause I can't.

Simone:
Oh, that's nice. This one's
from Tanya in France.

Postmark?

Um, Mount Pleasant.

And a British stamp.

Okay, so Grandmother
organized it
in advance, right?

That's thoughtful.

Barbara's always been
very kind to me.

This big one is
from "all at the gym."

There's a lot
of kisses in that one.

This is just a bill.

Uh...
oh, it's Leanne's.

Hang on.

Tanya's trip to France--
didn't her granddad
pay for that?

That's right.
Why? What's up?

You think you know someone.
You think you know everything
about them.

I've been
mourning her for a month,
going through hell, and...

Maybe...

maybe she was planning
to leave me.

See the last transaction?
It's on the day
she disappeared.

Frank's air travel.
Do you see, guv?

So Leanne used up a lot
of her loyalty points

to buy a one-way ticket
to Toulouse.

For the same flight
that Tanya flew out on

when she went to visit
her father a fortnight ago.

There was no bloody sign
of Leanne when I got there.

She didn't actually go, Jim.

Don't get that face on.

You went through
all her credit cards
and bank statements.

It's not your fault you
missed this. It's just
a bloody loyalty card.

Jim, Jim.

Look, we know
Matt and Leanne
had been arguing--

money, the stepdaughter,
the bloody dog,
I don't know.

Why is it so hard
to believe that

Leanne decided to take Tanya,

go back to the ex-husband
and Matt found out?

(imitates cutting throat)

For God's sake.

Sarge, is Matt
a suspect now?

Not until Mr. Barclay
says so.

Well, I need to know.

I'm the one who has
to deal with him.

Is it because
he's black?

An investigation is
a search for the truth,

and we can only go where
the evidence leads us.

That is not enough.
You're right, it isn't.

That's because we've been
running round like blue-assed
flies after Macedonians.

There's a link.
I know there is.

Tanya saw Matt
in the shopping mall

around about the time
that Leanne disappeared.

We don't know
where he went
after that, or her,

or what happened to her
when she got there.

Amy...

we don't even know
if she's dead.

(door shuts)

I'm asking you again,
are you under pressure
from upstairs

to go hands-off
with Matt Wellings
'cause he's black?

No.

Is that no as in
"no,"

or no as in
"no no no no-- yes"?

(chuckles)
In a situation like this,

we have to be double-plus
sure of our grounds.

The moment I designate
Matt Wellings a suspect--

Then we have to arrest him
and caution him and bring him
in for questioning,

and I still don't see
what's wrong with that.

What's wrong is that is that

I'm the senior investigating
officer

and I make the decisions.

(door shuts)

Ames, what's going on?
Are we searching again?

Review team's big idea.

Apparently we
should have crawled up
a few storm drains.

I suppose it would be
childish of me to hope
they don't find anything.

Hey.

Where are you
off to?

Oh, the guv'nor wants me
to have another word
with my snitch.

Oh, go on. Tell Mommy.
Who is it?

Any covert human
intelligence source

is strictly on
a need-to-know basis.

All right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, he doesn't seem to
want to talk about it

and I don't see how I can
make him.

I mean, Christ,
if the boot was on
the other foot--

If you really thought it was
spying, Gary,

you wouldn't have helped us out
already, would ya?

I don't know why
you're bothering
with Matt anyway,

when you've already
got that sad little
wannabe locked up.

The times I had Kyle Betts
sitting in my office

dribbling on about
wanting to join the army.

We're not
that desperate.

All I need to know is
what Matt really thought
about Leanne and her ex.

Yeah, I mean,
you two have been shot at
together in Yugoslavia.

If anyone can get it
out of him, you can.

He's always played
his cards close to
his chest, has Matt.

Always been prickly.

He never wanted to
talk, even when bad
stuff happened--

coming under fire,
and the horrible
things you see.

Yeah.
Look. He always said,

"Talking about it
won't make it stop.

It's pointless
talking about it."

Not like you, then?

Hind-leg donkey combo
me mate, yeah.

(chuckles)
You're out of here
soon, aren't ya?

What, the end of the month?
Mmm.

You got another job lined up?

Have you seen what they're
paying on civvy street?

Well, you know there's a drink
in this for you, Gary.

How big a drink
depends on the quality of
the information, all right?

(phone ringing)

Hi, this is Leanne.
Sorry we can't take
your call at the moment,

but please leave a message
and we'll call you back.

Thanks. Bye.

(beep)

Hi, Matt, it's Gaz.

I thought I might pop around
later if you, uh--

if you fancy
a beer or something.

You been on
your holidays, then?

Uh, no.
Not this year.

Oh, you want to get yourself
in the sun. Put a smile
back on your face.

My dad's retired
and he's never here.

I'm like, "That's my fortune
you're spending, that is.

You'd see your only
daughter starve, innit?"
(chuckles)

I wonder if you'd mind
awfully not talking to me.

Oh. Sorry.

(whispers)
Here. Over here.

Would you
excuse me a minute?

(both whispering)

Quick--
quick, he's leaving.

Oh, I'm really sorry,
Mr. Poole. I'm sorry.

I didn't know who you were.
I just-- I didn't know.

It's all right.
You weren't to know.
You weren't to know.

Oh, God, I feel
awful now! Oh, God!

I'm so sorry.

Oh, we're all sorry.

I mean everyone is
so bloody sorry.

John: I thought, if I don't
get out of here right now,
I'm going to cry.

People...

it's almost as though
they think it's catching.

Grief is catching.
Death is catching.

And they mustn't get
too close, or...

it'll happen
to them, too.

I had neighbors
cross the road

to avoid me

when Barbara's
mother died.

And cancer isn't
catching, either,
last time I checked.

I was hoping you might
have a word with her--
with Barbara.

She's hanging on very hard
to the idea that Leanne
is alive somewhere,

and, um, there's no
reasoning with her.

Yeah, yeah.

I know,
it's all my fault.

I had to have my flowers.
I had to have my cigarettes.

Now stop
all this, Vic.

All of us going on and on
about how guilty we feel
and it doesn't help.

Won't bring Leanne back.

There's even poor little
Tanya blaming herself

because she wasn't in the car
with Leanne that day.

As if a 13-year-old girl--

I do not like the idea
of that child

traveling to France
on her own.

She goes every year,
and she's not on her own,
is she? She's with her father.

She has to see
her father.
Yes. Yes.

Daf bloody parry.

She could have gone
to university, Leanne.

She could've made
something of her life.

You should've
locked her up, john.
I know I would've.

I would have killed
rather than let her
marry that waster.

Oh, come on.

How's the new one
any better, hmm?

Matt Wellings.

Raised in the gutter,
still doesn't have a pot to
piss in-- pardon my French.

You don't think that
he's got anything to do
with it, do you, john?

No.

I don't know.

Barbara thinks the sun shines
out of his backside.

Why do all the women
in my family have such
terrible taste in men?

I'm not the bloke
to ask that, am I?

(chuckling)

Sorry.

You all right
in here, Vic?

Not really.

Not anymore.

You see, Hazel's
the only person here

among all these silly tarts
that one could talk to.

I told her that

I wasn't gonna blame her
for what her son did,

but she won't give me
the time of day now.

Oh, love, I wish
you'd told me bef--

Don't fuss,
for God's sake,
pretending you care.

There are men in here
that's done rapes

and murders and everything
you can think of.

Did their mothers
turn them in?

You're gonna have to
stop denying this, love.

Mom, I swear
I only stopped
to look at the dog.

How long are you
gonna keep this up?

Eh? What you
gonna do?

Are you going to tell
the judge and the jury

that you mistook
someone else's child
for a puppy?

Doesn't matter how hard I try,
does it, Mom?

I'll always be
a disappointment to you.

All his life
he's just never fitted in,
and he tries ever so hard.

(dogs barking)
Look, there's no
easy way to say it.

I just don't feel comfortable
about the idea.

It'd make the world
of difference to him.

We used to have
one just like that
when he was little.

That's-- that's Scooter.
She's a real character.

And Kyle loved her.
He never hurt her.

Excuse me.

He's, uh, not so
little now, is he?

There's a lot
of very weird people

out there, Mrs. Betts,

which is why there's
a lot of sad,

hurt and lonely
dogs in here.

Hey.
(chuckles)

Hey, Scooter.
Scooter.

Would you like to
come home with me?
Would you?

No no, I'm sorry,
Mrs. Betts,

but the answer's
still no.

Besides, why on earth
would they let him out?

John:
Why do you keep
wanting to defend him?

You washed those
sheets yourself when
Tanya went to France.

Probably just dog hairs.
You're always clearing up
after a dog.

Come on, he's had
someone staying there.

You'd have got there 10 minutes
earlier, you'd probably
have seen her leave.

Don't say
anything today, John.
No arguments today.

It's his birthday.
The children...

And even if you're right,

at least we know they haven't
slept with each other.

Not yet.

(knocks)

Gaz!

Little feller
let me in.

I think he's grown
since last week.

Blink and they
grow an inch.

Who'd have thought
the sight of your ugly mug

would be the best thing
to happen to me
on my birthday?

I've been
trying to call you
all day. Here.

Ethan.

Come in.
Give me a minute.

(busy signal)

Let's have one of those hugs
we've been saving for Mommy.

I'm sorry I shouted
at you, okay?

Yeah.

Daddy...
Hmm?

Rosie says that
Mommy's asleep.

He carries it
around with him
in case she phones.

Let's have one of
those beers quick before
his grandparents get here.

I'd better go,
actually.

But you've only
just got here.

No, I'd better.
You know.

Your family coming
and everything...

Yeah.

I keep thinking,

"It's my birthday.

She's got to
come home today."

Find.

(all singing "Happy
Birthday")

Thank you.

Come on, then.
Blow with me
as hard as you can.

Don't forget
to make a wish.

Okay.

Barbara:
Now how about giving Daddy
his new phone back

before that
gets lost, too?

It's really generous.
Thank you.

This'll have to be
my last, Amy.

Wife forgotten
what you look like?
(chuckles)

I heard about you
and your husband.

Well, you can
bin the sorry face,
'cause you never liked him.

Probably just trying
to get my leg over.

Oh, happy days.

Anyway, you can't leave
till I get you drunk enough

to give me a hint
what's in your report.

We'll be reporting

to Detective
Superintendent Barclay.

Mmm. Barclay's
banker the wanker.

He's as mad as a hat,
you know, the poor old sod.

Word to the wise, Amy.

D.I. Laverty
does not like disloyalty.

Hello?

He likes to take a good look
at the atmosphere on the team.

Good Lord.
Is that the time?
And me with a cat to feed.

How long before
you retire, Amy?

Counting the days.

This job chews you up
and spits you out,

and never
a word of thanks.

(Egyptian pop music
playing)

Amy:
I would've been here earlier,

but I had to leave
the bloody car

in the bloody
pub car-park,

and the taxi had
absolutely no idea
how to find this place.

Well, why--
He'd still be
pouring it down my neck,

but I told him I had
to get home for the cat.

And no, of course
I don't have a cat.
Bloody thing would starve.

For God's sake,
what you been doing
in here? Belly dancing?

Well, don't knock it.
It's top of the pops
in Egypt.

(music stops)

So, did he give you anything?

Nothing useful.

My alleged mate
on the search team

never rang me either,

so I rang her.

And then I went
and checked

what she told me...
in the files.

Could you try to enjoy this
a little bit less?

Matt Wellings
lost a mobile phone,

and I think
they've found it.

Now are you gonna tell me
that he lost it by accident?

Sure you don't
want us to stay?

Gonna have an early night.

Not much of a birthday,
sat here on your own.

I'll be fine.

Thanks for coming.

Wouldn't hurt to make
a bit of an effort.
Oh, for--

Oh, you never
liked him.

Gonna try and stay
in your own bed tonight?

Okay.

Night-night.

Dad!

"Leave the door open."
I know.

(knock at door)

Sorry.
I know it's late.

I just knocked off work.

Brought the new timetables

so you can have a look,
see what shifts you want.

Thanks.

Can't we go
inside and talk?

No.

Look. Don't take this
the wrong way, Danielle,

but something
like this happening,

it makes you realize
what's really important.

That'll be why
you're shagging Mrs.
Well-up-herself-posh-bitch.

I'm not. I love my wife.
I don't want anyone else.

You know what, Matt?
If you were a girl, you know
what the boys would call you?

Prick tease.

I'm sorry if you got
the wrong idea,

but there was never
gonna be anything more
than friendship between us.

Oh, and that'll be
why you're shagging Mrs.
Well-up-herself-posh-bitch.

I'm not. You're wrong.
(emphatically) Fuck you.

(line ringing)

No, no, Sarah,
she's not stalking me.

Put me in a gym
with a couple of
really fit black guys,

and Danielle wouldn't
give me a second look.

It's only 'cause
I'm the only one.

Most of the boys
in the children's
home were white.

So when I was
very little,

I thought it would come off
if I rubbed it hard enough.

Sarah...

we can just be friends,
can't we? 'Cause
there's nothing else.

I mean, if you're
wanting any more--

Friends is difficult enough.

Yeah.

Leanne had a choice,
though, didn't she?

She could've found the idea of
you having a fan club funny.

Flattering, even.

No. No way.

If I smiled at the old
lady in the post office,
I had to explain myself.

I never understood why
Leanne was so... insecure.

Rosie:
Dad? Daddy!

She had the kind of real
family I always dreamed of.

(ringing)

Barbara:
I'm running a bath, love.

John:
Okay.

Hello.

Hello, love!
Good to hear you.

You still
enjoying yourself?

What, tonight?

Darling, of course you can.
Of course you can stay with us.

Sweetie, don't cry.
(whispers) Leanne.

Tanya. She's at the airport.
She's coming home early.

Love, don't cry.
Tanya...

just tell me
when it gets in.

Tanya?

Which flight, love?

Tanya?

(phone hangs up)

Ring Matt
from your mobile

and tell him that
she's coming home tonight.

What do you mean?

Obviously I don't want
to use this line

in case Tanya
rings back on it.

For God's sake, Barbara,
where's your common sense?

(ringing)

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

Sarah: Hello.
Matt's house.

Who's that?

I'm a friend of Matt's.
Who's calling?

It's Leanne's mother.

Oh, Mrs. Poole.
He's just upstairs.

Tell him Tanya's
coming home tonight.

Tell him...

(dial tone)

Barbara:
He's got that
woman with him.

He's got
that woman there.

Now do you believe me?

Sarah:
I'm sorry.
I should never have come.

You see, I thought
it would help.

It does help.

I thought
it would help me.

(sobbing)

(dogs barking)

Come on.
Come on, then.

Come on, let's go.
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.

Let's just get to
the airport, shall we?

Do one thing
at a time.

Can't help his background.
He can't escape it either.

He's a good man,
a good father.

(sobbing)

Give it up now,
for God's sake.

(engine accelerating)

Scooter, come on,
come on. Scooter.

Come on.
Come on.

Let's go.
Come on, let's go.

Come on, Scooter.
Come on. Come on.

They, uh,
couldn't understand

what I was
on about for ages.

Apparently I kept, um,

asking about the lady.

There was
this lady with, um,

red hair,

and my dad was
dancing with her.

That's what I thought.

Dancing with her.

And that's what I kept
saying to the police.

I was only five.

I suppose he must
have been dragging her

about the room
or something.

I-- I don't
remember it, Matt--

not really.

Maybe that's
a good thing.

But I know about it.

I know my dad
got life.

I know he died in
prison.

I've read about it
in the newspapers,

but I can't remember it.

And if you know
something

and you can't remember it,
you can't make sense of it.

You can't be sure
it's true.

They found me

under the bed,
apparently.

Under her bed.

She was blonde, too.

Come on, then.

Wait, wait,
wait, wait. Wait.

Go on, go on,
go on.

Scooter.

Scooter.

(dog barking)

Scooter, Scooter.

Who was the lady
with red hair?

Oh...

they think
it must have been

the blood
I was seeing--

The blood in my...

mother's lovely hair.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

(barking)

(Rosie screaming)

All right.
All right.

It's okay, baby.
It's all right.
It's all right.

It's all right.
It's just a nightmare.
It's just a nightmare.

All right. All right.
All right, Rosie.
All right.

Okay, okay.
South Woodward, yes, sir.

Guv, someone thinks
he's found a body.

(phone ringing)

Yeah? What?

Oh, God.

If he's starting
to be a fixture,

perhaps he ought
to be paying rent.

Do you, uh, want a lift?

(knocks)

No, no...

Can I come in, Matt?
Please?

No, no, of course
I understand.

You will keep us
posted, won't you?

Yes. Thanks for
letting us know.

Bye.

The police say
it could take all night.

I'm so sorry
about all of it.

What are we gonna
tell Tanya?

Well, at least she'll
be back here with us
where she belongs.

At least we can all go
through this together.

It'll all start up
again, won't it?

The press...

the television.

(chatter on police radio )

There are 14,000
stars in the sky

brighter than
magnitude +7.

On a clear night,
our grandparents

might have seen
half of them.

Still looks
beautiful to me.

No, but you
don't understand.
It's the light.

We're polluting
the sky with light.

And too much light is like
too much information.
It gets in the way.

Guv.

(sighs)
"Ill met by moonlight."

Hmm?

Wasted on me, pal.

Sir.

So?
Come on, Iain.
You've been waiting a month.

A bit longer
won't kill you.

Matt:
She was always
dreaming up mad revenges

for if she ever caught me
with another woman.

Rusty penknife,
no anesthetic,

you know.

But it was a joke,
in a way--

Well, kind of a...

serious sort of joke.

Like she meant it

but was trying to
find ways to say it

that softened it
a bit?

Matt:
Yeah, 'cause she hated
being so jealous,

but she couldn't
help it.

She used to
check my phone,

go through
my text messages.

Matt, let's just wait
till tonight's over.

That's how she
found out about
the texts from Danielle.

Stupid little sexy
jokes and messages.

I didn't even reply
to most of them.

I know about the phone,
and I'm telling you--
save it, please.

We're only talking.

But you mustn't tell me
anything. Not here.

Not like this.

And she rang me,
and she--

she gave it to me
again about

the sodding
rusty penknife.

And she just caught me
at the wrong moment, and--

and I s--
and I said--

I said...

And she...

she hung up on me.

That was the--
(sighs)

that was the last time
I ever spoke to her.

What did you say to her?
Sarah, don't.

I said...

"Remember,

I'm the guy
who can kill you
with one hand."

You do not have to
say anything, but it may

harm your defense
if you do not mention
when questioned...

No! What are you doing?

...something which you later
rely upon in court.

Anything you do say
may be used in evidence.

Do you want to tell me
what is going on here?

They think
I killed Leanne.

Man over P.A.:
U.K. Air regrets to announce
there's been a delay

in the arrival
of flight number UK-638
from Toulouse.

(continues indistinctly)

There's no need
to look so cheerful.

Just means
a shedload more work.

Oh, Dr. Tobolska,
Detective Inspector
Laverty from the Met.

Is it her?

Two fingers missing, alas.

Laverty: Animals?

No, it's an old injury,

and what's left looks
a bit horny-handed.

As I was saying
to Mr. Barclay here,

this body's a bit,
um, male.

My Macedonian flower seller
was missing two fingers.

Now all I've got to do get him
to lead me to Leanne.

Simone: Matt?

Did you hear
what I said?

It's not Leanne.

It's not her.

Yes.

Yes, thank you.

Thank you.
(sobbing)

Matt.

There's hope now.

It's hope
I can't bear.

There she is.
There's our girl.

I know I'm late,
but there's no need to
squeeze me to death.

Sorry sorry.
What's happening?
Why are you crying?

Nothing, no.
It's wonderful to see you.
Did you have a lovely time?

His horrible
bloody girlfriend
kept going off on one.

Well, never mind.
You're home now.

I hate her. She made me cry.

What does he see
in her, anyway?

Come here.

Daf!

Chill out, John.

What the hell are
you doing here?

Daddy's back in blighty,
and everything's gonna be
all right now, sweetheart.

Barbara, you look great, love.

Don't you go anywhere
near my wife.

Hey, stay cool.
All right.

You bastard.

Granddad!
Daddy, please no.

You bastard!
Daddy, please!

(theme music playing)