Original subtitles

- Have you ever seen Edward lose his temper?

- No, he's quite the opposite, in fact.

He's always very composed.

- Doesn't that strike you as odd,

a person so completely in control

of everything all the time,

his need for absolute control,

for rules?

- Thanks for coming.

- I need to talk to you, actually.

- Of course. Let's grab a coffee afterwards.

I can't wait for you to see this.

It's actually shut now,

but I know one of the curators.

- Emma's resemblance to his dead wife,

and now your resemblance to them both.

- Hello, right this way.

- Thank you.

- This has all the hallmarks

of repetition compulsion,

acting out the same sexual psychodrama again and again

with new players allotted the same unchanging role.

- And you think that's happening here?

- For a very few people,

these patterns of behavior can become extreme.

When a man, possibly Edward,

is challenged or forced to change,

he may become threatened,

even violent.

- But I--I just can't see him doing anything like that,

especially given what's happened recently.

- Yes, you and Emma

had both been through significant traumas

when he chose you.

Have you ever had the sense of him manipulating you?

- No.

He's polite, charming.

- Controlling men often are,

but then, before you know it,

they're controlling what you wear,

what you do, what you think.

Can you really tell me you feel safe?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I make it a rule only to look at one thing

when I visit a museum.

Any more and you tend to lose your focus.

Thank you.

In the Isese tradition, when you wear the mask of a god

your weak human spirit vanishes,

and you become capable of any act,

good or evil, that the god wishes of you.

- While we're here, would you mind breaking your rule

and looking around the rest of the museum?

- I'd rather not.

- I'd really like to see it.

- This isn't usually on display.

- Even so.

- Why?

- Do I need a reason?

- Right. If you wish.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- This isn't so bad, is it?

♪ ♪

So Folgate Street is full of surprises.

♪ ♪

I found the service cupboard.

I had no idea it was there.

- The agent didn't show it to you?

- No.

♪ ♪

Do you think Emma knew about it?

- Probably.

What is this about?

- Were you and her in a relationship?

♪ ♪

- Yes.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I make it a rule never to discuss--

- [scoffs] The rules.

- To talk about people I've had a relationship with,

however briefly, feels like a betrayal

of their privacy and trust.

I don't talk about her just as I'll never talk about you.

I should have told you.

I apologize.

You deserve better from me.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

I still feel like I know so little about you.

You're an enigma.

- No more than you are to me.

[birds chirping]

- Well done, Emma.

That was--it was tough.

- So the judge has reserved judgment.

She clearly sees difficulties with our case.

No DNA, no fingerprints.

- We weren't expecting for Emma to be cross-examined,

particularly so soon.

[knock at door]

- I just heard that Nelson got bail.

Emma, are you okay?

- We can bring the video ID lineup forward.

- Well, that'd be something.

Getting Nelson's identification confirmed

would definitely help.

- Emma?

- Oh, Rachel, did you get my email?

- Hey, Jane, sorry, I'm really late for my next meeting.

Um, let's catch up another time, yeah?

- [exhales]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[phone rings]

- This is Edward Monkford. Leave a message.

♪ ♪

- [breathing deeply]

I don't know what to do.

I can barely say the words out loud.

Part of me is thrilled.

A baby.

But then...

I couldn't go through with it again, Leah. I couldn't.

- Hey, hey.

- What if it was my fault? - It's okay.

And what are you going to tell Edward?

- I don't know.

I don't know how he's going to react

given his background.

- Yes, given his background.

- What's that mean?

- A woman died here,

a woman we now know he was in some kind of relationship with.

Aren't you even remotely wondering if he

could have had something to do with it?

- I--I don't know how I'd ask him.

- Then ask someone else.

[door opens]

- So, Emma, they're all set to go.

The video identification will be done

in the presence of an inspector

unconnected with the case plus the defense solicitor.

Then-- - I don't want to do it.

- Right. Why's that?

- You told me that he'd plead guilty.

But he's out.

You said it would be over.

- Thing is, Emma, without this identification,

they're very likely to drop all charges...

even the aggravated burglary at your flat.

And Nelson does this, Emma,

time and time again,

gets away with it.

Just be better for everyone if he was behind bars,

shouldn't be allowed to...

[sighs]

- I saw him yesterday at court.

I was terrified.

- What?

[tense music]

- When I went out, he saw me.

- [sighs]

Were there any witnesses?

♪ ♪

- Right. Emma...

we might not have any DNA,

but you're a very credible witness...

And I think the jury will be on your side.

♪ ♪

- Okay.

- Okay.

And seeing him at court,

I think that might just undermine the ID

you're about to make,

so let's keep that between ourselves.

Yes?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [breathes deeply]

- I've looked at all the information you sent over

and talked it through with one of the charities advisors.

- I can't help wondering, had I gone in earlier,

told them I hadn't felt Isabel move for a while...

Was it something I did,

something that could happen again even?

I need to know.

- It says here that you went in with abdominal pain.

- No, I couldn't feel her moving.

The first midwife asked me if I had pain.

I said a few Braxton Hicks, but...

- Isabel's CTG trace shows a low heart rate

at the very bottom of what's considered normal.

- What are you saying?

- Coupled with the reduced movement

that should have resulted in you having

an immediate ultrasound.

- I didn't have an ultrasound.

- I suspect the midwife who did your initial obs

didn't tell the second midwife the actual reason you came in.

- But why?

Why--why--why wouldn't she have done that?

- The most common problem is lack of continuity of care.

Second midwife treated you for abdominal pain.

- She sent me home with paracetamol,

but I--I felt her.

I felt Isabel kicking again at home.

- I'm afraid that kicking might have been distress.

I'm so sorry.

I believe that your placenta was most likely failing,

and they should have picked up on it.

Now, if you agree, I'd like to demand a meeting.

I can come along with you if you want.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- You're quiet.

Are you still upset with me?

- Hard day at work,

but I'm okay.

- Mm.

There's a box in my bag.

Open it, would you?

- What's this? - A gift.

An apology for the other day.

[tense dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Let me.

♪ ♪

- It's gorgeous.

Thank you.

- Sorry I've been so busy at work these last few weeks.

But I'm here now.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

- Are you okay?

Perhaps I should give you some time alone.

- No. I'm--I'm glad you're here.

Just...wish you could be here more often.

♪ ♪

So what's with the bag?

- I have to go to Bristol in the morning.

I have a big project up there.

Why?

Did you think I was moving in?

♪ ♪

I could if you want me to.

- Really?

- Well, we seem to be getting along.

♪ ♪

- You make me feel like nothing bad will ever happen again.

♪ ♪

What happened to no obligations?

- Well, that would remain.

But we do seem to be getting on well.

And I would like to get to know you more.

- Well, you could keep a few things here...

if you want.

- Well, this is a cause for celebration.

Housekeeper, play me a slow jam.

[bell chimes]

[Celeste's "Lately"]

♪ ♪

- Housekeeper has voice control?

- Of course.

- As in microphones?

Why didn't you say? - Oh, come on.

There's a microphone on your phone, on your TV,

on your laptop; every personal assistant device

in the world, including Housekeeper.

It's hardly a big deal.

- How many are there? - I have no idea.

That's Peter's domain. - [scoffs]

- Peter Creed. How could I forget?

- He's not so bad. Peter's been with me

from the start, and he's incredibly loyal.

- How many partners were there?

- [sighs]

There were only four.

Me, him, Elizabeth, and Paul. Paul Ellis.

- ♪ Lately I've been useless ♪

- Any more questions?

- Maybe.

- Housekeeper, turn up the music.

- ♪ But I'll hold my hand tonight if I have to ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ I'll hold my hand tonight ♪

[birds chirping]

- You're leaving?

- I have to go to Bristol for a while.

- But you j--no, stay.

- The council want to talk to me about a new town.

- A whole town?

Like this? - Yeah.

It's partly what happened to you that made me consider it.

Instead of building each house as a refuge

against ugliness and violence,

a community where everyone can feel safe.

- I'd like that.

Maybe you can name it after me.

- Maybe I will. - [chuckles]

I think you should call in sick.

- I can't.

Emma, I can't. Emma.

- Please. - No, I--

- Just this once.

[kissing]

- Maybe.

- Mm, that's better.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[laughs]

[water rushing]

♪ ♪

[distant baby crying]

[baby crying]

- [whispering] Help me.

- Edward?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- I thought you were staying.

- I really can't.

- [laughs]

You just said that you were gonna--

- Look, I got carried away.

I can't get completely absorbed in this.

- When-- when are you coming back?

- Not for a while.

Look, it's different for us. You know that.

I can't afford to fail.

- Sure.

Well, bye.

[door opens, closes]

[siren wailing]

- I hope you don't mind me getting your number

from the estate agent.

Thank you for coming.

- It's no problem.

It's good to hear from you.

- Firstly, I'd like to apologize

for taking those flowers.

It was insensitive of me.

- Forget it. Really.

Her flowers won't bring her back.

If I can stop someone else

from going through what she went through...

- Right.

When you came to the house that time,

you implied her death might have been suspicious.

- It was.

It still is.

- How so?

- She was being manipulated right from the start.

- Manipulated by whom?

- The landlord.

- Edward Monkford?

- It started off as romantic,

but a few days before she died,

she told me he completely lost it.

He terrified her.

- Wait. You think he--

- He killed her, yes.

- But the police must have investigated.

- It was an open verdict.

Lack of evidence.

They couldn't be sure that

she didn't throw herself down the stairs,

but Em wouldn't have done that, not that they cared by then.

I called Clarke, but he didn't want to know.

DI Clarke.

What a useless piece of shit.

You should have seen what she was like

in those last few weeks before she died.

It was all kicking off.

Amanda wasn't talking to her at work.

Monkford was filling her head with rubbish.

"Things are no longer perfect,

people are like houses,"

blah-blah and bullshit.

[tense music]

Are you okay?

♪ ♪

- Yes, fine.

- Yeah, mate, that's not a problem.

I can do you...

[toilet flushes]

- Amanda? Hey, what's going on? You okay?

- Not really. No.

Trouble with working at the same company

as your husband is that when it all goes wrong,

it goes wrong right in your face.

Saul's been at it again.

- What happened?

- I should have known he couldn't keep it in his pants.

That girl in marketing, Leona,

and he's been going out clubbing with Simon too.

Said it was to get him back on his feet, but ironic,

because all Simon does is moan on about getting back with you.

He adores you.

- Yeah, well, maybe being adored by needy boys

isn't my thing anymore.

- [chuckles]

- Maybe I need someone more my equal.

- Like your architect, you mean.

- Hey, fancy a liquid lunch?

- [chuckles]

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- ♪ Off the radar ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ We make up everything ♪

♪ We tell it as we want ♪

♪ Unreasonable substitute ♪

♪ For something that never was ♪

- Come on.

[line trilling]

- This is Edward Monkford. Leave a message.

[phone whooshes]

[phone chimes]

[phone whooshes]

[tense music]

[phone chimes]

- [laughs]

♪ ♪

[thunder booming]

[bell dings]

- Hey.

- Show me. - What?

- The tattoo, show it to me.

You lied to me.

- It was Amanda's tattoo, my friend at work.

- You sent me a picture of someone else's ass?

- Well, you've been ignoring me.

- I cancelled a dinner

with the planning committee for this.

- Because I got a tattoo?

Which I didn't.

- Why are you spoiling things?

- What?

- You're drunk.

- A little bit.

Housekeeper, play me something sexy.

I've missed you.

[Miguel's "destinado a morir"]

- ♪ I've got a gun called love ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Let's have some fun ♪

- Are you mocking me? - What?

- The mess, the tattoo.

- No, I needed you here, and you're not here.

You're never here.

One minute you're moving in, the next minute,

you're gone, no calls, no messages.

- You agreed to live here under certain rules!

- Okay, and what if life just doesn't work like that?

- Then make it work like that! - Stop telling me what to do!

[screams] - She wouldn't do this!

You wouldn't do this.

- What are you talking about?

- Emma!

- ♪ If you're looking for trouble honey ♪

- Emma?

- ♪ Well, look here ♪

[phone ringing]

- I'm not like you in marketing.

[laughter]

- How's it going?

- Never been better. You?

- Yeah, about the same,

except having to see Leona every day.

[indistinct chatter]

[phone buzzing]

- Hello? - Emma.

We need to speak with you. - Yeah?

- Would you be able to come into the station today?

- I could do around lunchtime.

- Thank you. That's great. We'll see you then.

- Okay. - Bye.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- If you want to take a break or come back another day,

just say; this is your meeting.

It's not theirs.

We've had a chance to review the full notes and scans,

and we believe that Jane's pregnancy at 39 weeks

was mishandled,

probably due to a lack of continuity in care.

- Miss Cavendish and I have already been through

the post-mortem summary together,

and the cause of death is unexplained.

- Except I'd gone in with reduced movement

instead of abdominal pain as was stated in my notes.

- The actual cause of death is uncertain.

The baby was already very poorly when Mom came in--

- Her name is Isabel,

and my name isn't Mom.

- I get the impression what you'd most like is an apology,

is that right?

Would an acknowledgement of everything

that you and Isabel went through

help you achieve some closure for your loss?

- What Isabel went through?

She died,

but she should have been here...

[somber music]

Right now,

strapped into her buggy.

♪ ♪

- I did note the discrepancy.

- Then why didn't you say?

♪ ♪

- I didn't want to add to your distress,

because it may not have made a difference

to Isabel's outcome.

- It would have made a difference

to how I feel.

♪ ♪

I've been blaming myself.

Could I have been more diligent,

more caring, done better?

You could have put an end to that particular anguish.

♪ ♪

- Emma. - Hi.

- Thanks for coming in. - No problem.

What's this about?

- I think it's best we wait till we're all together.

Follow me.

Emma, this is Detective Chief Inspector Shapton.

- Hello, Emma. - Hello.

- Take a seat.

- Can someone please tell me what's going on?

- As you probably know, it's requirement these days

for the prosecution and defense

to share information before a trial

to prevent cases coming to court unnecessarily.

Ray Nelson is claiming misidentification.

The metadata on your phone has now been analyzed,

something my officers hadn't seen fit to prioritize.

It shows a video was recorded five days

before the alleged assault,

a date which Nelson has an alibi.

[tense music]

Be very careful what you say next, Emma.

♪ ♪

Did Ray Nelson force you

to give him oral sex at knifepoint?

♪ ♪

Emma.

♪ ♪

- No.

- Did Ray Nelson sexually assault you in any way

when he burgled your house and stole your phone?

♪ ♪

- No.

♪ ♪

- Emma Matthews, you do not have to say anything,

but if you do mention... - No.

- When questioned something you later on...

- No, no, no. What's happening?

- What you say may be given in evidence.

- No, no, no.

- We take cases of rape very seriously, Emma,

which means starting from the assumption that every woman

who reports a sexual assault is telling the truth.

The flip side of that,

we take false allegations equally seriously.

- You wrote a victim statement.

You went up in front of a judge.

Why say all of this if it wasn't Nelson?

- It was because you asked me in front on Simon.

[sobbing]

- And yet you passed up countless opportunities

to tell us what really happened.

- Well, he needed to be off the streets.

You made me do the ID; you said you knew he'd seen me.

You said it wouldn't go to trial.

- Emma, where are you raped? - Yes!

- By who? Can you tell us a name?

- I just want to go now; can I go, please?

- Open a new rape investigation, please.

- Can I go home now, please?

- I'm afraid it's not as easy as that, Emma.

Do you have a solicitor?

♪ ♪

We're going to arrest you now,

which means you'll have access to a duty solicitor.

- [crying]

♪ ♪

- Emma, I'm arresting you on suspicion of perjury,

attempting to pervert the course of justice,

and wasting police time.

Do you understand?

♪ ♪

Emma, I need you to answer; do you understand?

- Yes.

[sobbing]

- So she was raped? Just not by Nelson?

- Mm.

There's a video on her phone.

We--I thought it might be Nelson.

She appeared to confirm it.

We didn't have enough time to do the relevant checks.

The jury would have been eating out the palm of her hand.

That's for sure.

And she was clearly traumatized.

But we weren't able to obtain evidence

on either identification or lack of consent.

She just wouldn't give us any information.

- She was probably terrified.

- Emma was arrested for wasting police time, perjury.

I put my neck on the line for that girl.

I wanted to help her.

- And her death, did you investigate that?

- Well, DS Willan handled that.

I'd retired.

Didn't fancy all the retraining my boss

was gonna put me through after such a cock up.

They did look into it, though,

interviewed her former partner after she died.

given that she'd made an accusation he was abusive

- Edward Monkford? - No.

Simon. Simon Whitfield.

- I'm your duty solicitor.

I'm afraid the other rooms were in use.

We'll have to talk in here.

Thing is, Emma, these charges will continue to be dealt with

under RASSO guidelines.

That's Rape and Serious Sexual Offenses.

They have some particular stipulations that don't apply

in other circumstances,

not loopholes as such, but...

sometimes I've acted on behalf of women

who may have felt pressured

into making or withdrawing a rape accusation, for example.

Perhaps they were frightened someone's reaction,

a partner, for example,

Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

- You mean if I were afraid to tell someone,

you can make this all go away.

- It would certainly help a lot, actually.

Perjury can carry a custodial sentence that's prison.

- I was afraid to tell Simon.

That's why I said what I said.

- Right, but it's not enough to be afraid

of someone's normal reaction, you see,

but if they've been

violent, coercive,

controlling...

That's the kind of thing that would make the difference.

It's not as if anything would happen to him,

not without evidence.

- He'll have a brief, most likely.

I've been around a lot of criminals in my time,

but Simon Wakefield, abusive?

Didn't strike me as the type.

- So was Emma's rapist ever found?

- Well, like I said, Nelson was my case.

- And what about her death?

Surely there were other suspects.

- It wasn't a murder case.

It looked like an accident or suicide.

Ray Nelson was questioned too, of course.

- Emma was window dressing, wasn't she?

A beautiful, traumatized victim

to help convict your guy on the other counts.

- Nelson's a dangerous individual.

Getting him sent down for aggravated burglary

would have been a very good day at the office.

- You were never really interested in her.

No one protected her, and then she died.

She deserved better.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Last time I came here, you implied

that Edward might have been responsible for Emma's death.

[breathing heavily]

I need to know if you have any actual proof of that.

- You're very interested in Edward and Emma, Jane.

Why is that, do you think?

- I'm...pregnant.

It's his.

- And how do you feel about that?

- I need to decide

whether to keep it or...

I know you said I should stay away from him,

but this changes things.

He needs to be part of the decision.

I suspect he won't be happy.

The deal was an unencumbered relationship.

I don't even know if he's ready to be a father again.

- I asked about your feelings, Jane, not his.

You mentioned before you'd lost a child.

- Yes,

and I do feel...

It's crazy sense of guilt.

As if...

if...

if I have this baby

I'd be betraying her,

killing her almost.

- Because on some level you would be.

Your feelings make perfect sense, Jane.

Isabel now exists only in your memories

and your continuing love for her.

It's only natural.

This quest for Emma's truth, could it be partly

because you still haven't processed your feelings

about Isabel do you think, a kind of distraction?

- I spoke to the police.

They clearly failed her in some way.

There was more to it than just the false accusation,

wasn't there?

- Emma's sexual history

is something I definitely can't discuss.

But you're right.

There was more to it.

Think about yourself

and how your feelings from Isabel's death

got overlaid onto the conception of another child.

Traumatic emotions are like water.

They have a knack of locating the cracks

and finding a way out.

- Poor girl.

Everyone let her down,

her partners, her friends,

including you.

- Including me.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

You asked me whether I had any proof

whether Edward Monkford was a threat to Emma.

She asked me the exact same question,

and I didn't have a definitive answer for her either.

But do you really want to risk it,

especially now?

Wouldn't the safest thing still be to just walk away?

♪ ♪

[siren wailing]

- Jane?

- Amanda, thanks for meeting me.

- I can't say long. I have to get back to work.

Do you really live in that crazy house then?

- Yes, I do.

So you and Emma were good friends?

- Were friends. Yeah. But she changed.

- How so?

- Once she got together with that architect,

lived in the house, dumped Simon.

He and my husband, Saul, were best mates.

We used to go out all the time, the four of us,

but then it stopped.

- Must have been hard, her being with someone else

when you were all such good friends.

- It wasn't just that.

We had an argument just before she died.

I went off at her.

- What was it about?

- Nothing. Um...

Seems so silly now.

- And what about everything she went through,

the business with the police?

- Look, I don't want to get into all that.

I really do have to get back.

- Of course.

♪ ♪

[loud thump]

♪ ♪

- Hello?

♪ ♪

[distant thumping]

Hello?

[loud techno music]

♪ ♪

Stop.

Mm!

♪ ♪

[music stops]

Fucking house.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[water trickling]

[inhales and exhales]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[loud techno music]

♪ ♪

[music stops]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

Ahh!

- That's what you get for lying, bitch.

- Leave me alone!

[gasping]

[phone buzzes]

- Excuse me.

DI Clarke here.

- [sobbing] There's paint everywhere.

- Why are you calling me on this number?

- You gave it to me.

You said to call you if I--

- Look, the circumstances have changed.

If you need to report a crime call the appropriate number.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Excuse me, are you DS Willan?

- DI Willan. Yeah, that's me.

- Can I have a quick word? - What about?

- Emma Matthews.

- If you've got any new information, you can call 101.

- No, I don't have information.

I'm looking for some.

Look, I don't know if this is allowed,

but I'm living at One Folgate Street,

and I've become concerned.

I met your old boss, DI Clarke.

I know there was an accusation against Simon Wakefield.

But what about the other partner?

Edward Monkford? Did he have an alibi?

- I really can't discuss these kinds of details with you.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

- Please. I'm--

I'm in a relationship with him,

and I'm expecting his child.

- You can set your mind at rest.

He had an alibi.

- What was it,

if you don't mind me asking, the alibi?

- Uh, a colleague, if I remember correctly.

Creed.

They were together.

I hope that's reassured you.

[siren wailing in distance]

♪ ♪

[phone buzzes]

- Hey.

- Hey, just checking in.

How's everything at Folgate Street?

- Pristine as ever.

- I wouldn't have expected anything less.

- When are you coming back?

- Not for a while.

I'm having to explain to the building officers

why I won't be installing safety lighting.

♪ ♪

I miss you.

- I miss you too.

♪ ♪