Original subtitles

- So what I'm wondering is

could that pearl have come from that necklace?

- Definitely.

Presumably, you broke it at some point,

and had the pearls restrung?

- That's the strange thing. I've never broken it.

- Well, the pearls are identical.

Japanese AAA naturals.

Someone must like you very much.

I'm surprised it broke though.

That's silk thread.

Must have taken quite a bit of force.

- Right.

Simon?

Look, this is gonna seem like a very odd question,

but did Edward Monkford ever give Emma any jewelry?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- That bitch Leona has just complained to HR about Saul.

- Why?

- We've been trying to patch things up,

so he finished with her,

and now she's trying to get him fired.

- Oh, man.

Maybe Leona was right to say something?

I mean, it's not just her. He hits on loads of women.

- He can lose his job. - Yeah.

Okay, but what if she was just telling the truth?

Babe, you can't want

to be married to a man that does that to you.

- Oh, so you're gonna lecture me

about relationships now, are you?

Someone who's not kept a boyfriend

more than five minutes.

[toilet flushes]

- Look, why don't we go for a drink?

- I don't want to talk to you.

I just needed you to be a bit more fucking loyal.

[door slams]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[line ringing]

- [sighs]

I need to speak to you, Ed.

Will you please answer the phone?

[phone thunks]

- It's definitely hers.

I saw her wearing it.

- He gave me a dead woman's necklace.

- And the jeweler said it was broken with some force?

Ripped off her neck, maybe?

- We don't know that.

- Look, this may sound extreme,

but you know how serial killers repeat themselves?

Every time they kill,

it's the same MO or the same bizarre rituals.

What if he keeps using that house to lure women in?

What if that's his ritual?

- You're right, Simon. That does sound extreme.

Although,

Emma's therapist did mention this thing Edward might have.

Repetition compulsion, she called it.

Patterns. Doing things over and over.

- That's not that dissimilar, right?

And his wife and child are buried there, so...

- At Folgate Street?

- Emma found out.

Buried in the same place as where they died.

- My God.

He never even mentioned that.

Maybe it all started with Elizabeth.

- Which means that you need to be careful.

If it is a pattern, it may not be over.

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

[door chirps]

[door closes]

- You came!

Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

- I wanted to do this in person.

We are not good for each other.

I can't be like this.

- You can't break up with me

'cause I played a stupid joke about my friend's tattoo.

- That's not why.

It's everything.

The drama, the chaos, your texts,

that paint--

I mean, what the hell is that about?

What have you been doing here?

- That's not my fault. - Then whose fault is it?

- This is really complicated. - Yes, exactly.

Everything is, with you, complicated.

Unnecessary. Messy.

Cluttered.

I never should have-- - Never should have what?

Nev--never should have screwed me?

- [scoffs] Emma.

- 'Cause you seemed pretty into it, at the time.

- Yes. - Mm.

- I was.

I was.

- So come on. Loosen up.

- No. No!

[tense music]

For as long as it was perfect.

That was the agreement.

We have these rules for a reason.

They are there

to help us do the right thing,

even when it's hard.

You're gonna need to find somewhere else to live.

- No, you can't do that.

- Yes, I can.

This house has rules too,

and you've broken every single one.

I thought--I thought you were gonna be someone else.

I was wrong.

Be out by the end of the week.

[emotional music]

♪ ♪

[door opens, closes]

- [gasps]

Oh, shit.

[kicks cabinet]

Fuck you, house!

- Paul Ellis?

Thanks for meeting me on such short notice.

- Yeah. - I saw you at Edward's office.

You were arguing? - Don't worry. Yeah.

I'm not like to have forgotten.

You look like someone I used to know.

- I know. That's why I'm here.

Is that what you were arguing about? Elizabeth?

- I can't tell you.

I signed a non-disclosure agreement when I left.

- I promise it won't go any further.

I know it happened

when Folgate Street was still a building site.

It must have been an awful time.

- You make it sound like an accident.

- It wasn't?

- Not entirely. He killed them.

- What do you mean killed them?

- The three of them were visiting the site one day,

to check on progress.

He got angry at the position of a wall.

Decided it was a few centimeters out,

and he knocked it down by reversing a digger into it.

Elizabeth and Max were standing on the other side.

- Oh, my God.

But he couldn't have known that.

- A few nights before, he found her crying on my shoulder.

I think he suspected she was gonna leave him.

- But burying them there?

Why would he do that,

unless he felt a terrible guilt?

- Edward doesn't do guilt or remorse.

All he cares about is getting his own way and that house.

I say "house,"

but a more accurate word might be "tomb."

Enjoy your day.

[buzzer rings]

[foreboding music]

♪ ♪

- Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

- [gasps]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[phone rings]

- If you don't leave me alone,

I swear to God you'll regret it.

I'm facing early retirement because of you,

now piss off!

[contemplative music]

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

- [sighs]

[melancholic music]

♪ ♪

- What the hell is this?

- It's about Emma.

I'm trying to work out why she died.

Who killed her.

- And you think I could have done it?

- It wasn't an accident.

I'm certain of that.

And the more people I talk to,

the more one name keeps coming up again and again.

And I need to know what that man is capable of.

- I'm falling in love with you.

And you're investigating me?

- I know you killed Elizabeth and Max.

And I can't begin to imagine

the grief and guilt you must have felt.

But I need to.

I need to understand how this relates to me

and to Emma.

- You, of all people,

must know what it feels like to feel responsible

for the death of someone you love.

Or am I wrong about that too?

Have I just totally misunderstood you all along?

Why are you doing this?

- Because I'm pregnant.

- No, you're not.

You can't be.

You can't be.

Not again.

You can't keep changing things like this!

- I haven't decided yet whether to keep it--

- A child. For us.

Of all people! - I know it wouldn't be easy.

- Easy!

After what happened to you? To me?

- I-I'm sorry you feel this way,

but if you won't tell me the truth

about what really happened--

- Do you know why I accepted you living here?

You said, "You've designed a house with integrity,

and I will strive to live there with integrity."

And now this?

- You're lecturing me about integrity?

You knew all of this,

and you said nothing!

- Yes! Because I was trying to protect you.

I knew you'd become obsessed with her, because I had been.

It was like an illness.

I-I hated myself,

and I just couldn't stop!

And now you...

[sighs heavily]

How could you?

Call me when you've made a decision.

- Thanks for coming.

- Don't be silly. I'll come any time.

Jesus.

- We broke up.

Me and Edward.

And the house is--

it's like it's turned on me.

- Why'd you break up?

- Because...

It's such a long story.

I've been all over the place recently.

Si, there's something we need to talk about.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Something I have...

Should have told you ages ago.

- He didn't actually say, "Get rid of it,"

but that's what he meant.

And he knows I've been doing all this behind his back now.

- Are you in danger?

- He said he was falling in love with me.

It felt so real.

- Or is he just manipulating you?

- I don't think so.

But on the other hand,

everyone who's ever met him seems to think

he's some kind of monster.

And let's face it, anyone who could build this place

could probably do pretty much anything

they set their mind to.

What do I do?

- It's about...

Saul.

- Saul?

- It was after that sales thing.

In Brighton.

[clears throat]

We were drinking.

[laughter]

Drunk. Doing dares.

Flirting.

The bar closed at midnight, but...

He said he had more booze in his room.

I wasn't gonna go up with him.

I was gonna go to sleep.

But...

He texted me that he had opened the bottle.

Was I coming?

And I went.

Like a fucking idiot, I went.

We always flirted. It's just what we did.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

But suddenly, he just went at me.

And I don't think I actually said no,

but that's because I couldn't say anything.

He didn't have a knife,

but he was so strong,

and I was terrified.

And then after, he was all--

like I agreed to it or something,

but I didn't.

[spits and coughs]

[phone vibrating]

The next morning, he, um,

he texts me.

No words.

Just that video.

I knew I should take it to the police.

That's why I kept it.

I'd gone to his room.

I'd flirted with him

in front of everyone.

I couldn't tell you.

I couldn't--I couldn't even look at you.

You. Amanda.

Work. I couldn't--I couldn't face it.

so when the police thought it was the burglar, I--

I didn't think it would go anywhere,

but it did, and it just kept getting bigger,

and bigger, and bigger.

- Em, Em.

Why didn't you tell me?

It would have been tough, sure.

But we'd have got through it.

Don't you see?

We'd have worked it out.

- So you believe me?

- Of course I believe you. Hey, come here.

I saw the bastard, and I'm gonna--

I'm gonna tear him up. - No.

- No, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna tell HR what he did to me.

There's already a complaint against him,

so when I tell them this...

he'll definitely lose his job.

- Okay.

If that's what you want.

Listen,

I'm not gonna spoil things by

asking if I can move back in.

But if you see anyone suspicious

around the house, anyone--

that includes Edward Monkford--

you'll call me, yes?

I'll come and sleep on the sofa anytime.

- Okay.

- Thanks again.

- Okay. Great.

[sorrowful music]

♪ ♪

- I just keep thinking, "Why?"

- Why did it happen?

- No.

Why I was such an idiot.

I should have never--

- I've never met a rape survivor

who didn't blame themselves, to some extent.

"I drank too much."

"I wore the wrong clothes."

"I led him on,"

but drinking with someone is not consent.

Flirting is not consent.

Fancying someone is not consent.

Only consent is consent,

and it can be withdrawn at any time.

You have done nothing wrong.

He is a rapist.

- I know that's meant to be true,

but it's different when it happens to you.

I've messed everything up, haven't I?

- No.

You've survived.

[poignant music]

♪ ♪

[footsteps approaching]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[footsteps approaching]

[grunting]

- Come on, then! I'll kill you!

You think I'm fucking around? I'll fucking kill you!

- Oh, my God.

Simon? - I was outside.

- What are you doing here?

- I was keeping watch, just in case.

- What? Well, what--what happened?

Oh, my God. Was that Ray Nelson?

- We should call the police. - No.

I don't want them involved.

- Okay. Well, at least let me stay.

I can stay down here on the sofa

in case he comes back. - Okay.

Thank you.

You're amazing.

- I'll call you, okay?

- Thanks.

For everything.

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

[keyboard clacking]

[computer chimes]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[bell tolls]

- Jane? Jane, do you have--

- The whole time self-sustained--

- How dare you.

- What? - I found the cameras.

There was some sort of malfunction,

and they came up on my laptop.

The bedroom, for Christ's sake--the shower!

- Would you give us a moment, Peter?

- Let me know when you're done.

- No one can access those cameras.

It's face recognition software,

so the house can track your movements.

They're not even connected to the Internet,

precisely to ensure your privacy.

- You said it was nothing Facebook wouldn't do.

- Yes. Facebook has had facial recognition for years.

- And Emma?

If there were cameras, microphones,

there'd be something from the night she died, right?

- Unfortunately, the house systems had an outage that day.

- [scoffs] An outage?

And that didn't strike you as suspicious?

- There was nothing to suggest the two events were connected.

- Because everyone wanted it

to look like an accident, didn't they?

The police, the partnership-- it suited all of you

not to have a murderer on your hands.

And how convenient that that weirdo

just happens to be your alibi?

- Jane, you are being irrational.

- I found a pearl.

- Oh, for God's sake.

- This necklace you gave me.

You originally gave it to her, didn't you?

And then when it broke, you mysteriously got it back

and had it restrung.

But you missed one. - Jane--

- Don't "Jane" me.

- There were two necklaces.

As you know, I'm very particular

about the objects I allow into my life.

When I've made a choice, I tend to stick to it.

- And us?

Your women?

Are we just objects too, to be replicated and replaced

whenever we do something you don't like?

- For the last fucking time, Jane.

I had nothing whatsoever to do with Emma Matthews' death.

- Wish I could believe you.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Hi. It's Jane.

Do you have any time later?

There's something I need help with.

Thanks for coming.

- These are for you.

- Oh. Wow.

- I always felt bad about being so rude the first time we met.

And you didn't say if you had any food,

but I brought some anyway.

- Thank you.

Shall we? - Mm-hmm.

One of the inputs to the server was marked "cameras."

I disabled it.

- Thank you.

Makes you think though.

That outage would have had to have been caused by someone

who knew where the service cupboard was.

That pretty much rules out Ray Nelson.

But what about Edward's partner, Peter Creed?

There's definitely something weird about him.

My God, what if it was both of them?

- Look, this may or may not be relevant,

but when Monkford told Emma about his family

being buried here, he used a Japanese word.

Hitobashira.

Well, he said it was a good luck thing,

but after you called, I looked it up.

Turns out it was a bit more than that.

It was making a sacrifice to a building

so that it would last 1,000 years.

- Jesus.

- For Monkford, it's all about this house.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[phone buzzes]

[poignant music]

♪ ♪

- Can we talk about something else now?

Something that isn't about death, murder, and burials.

- Of course.

Is there anything I can do?

- Wine?

I'm not drinking, but there's pinot grigio in the fridge.

- I'll get it.

Pinot grigio was Emma's favorite too.

I used to tease her about it. White wine with steak?

- Lots of people prefer white.

- You know, it feels weirdly familiar being here,

opening wine.

- Oh, I said I wouldn't have any.

- I was gonna put water in yours,

so you can keep me company.

Are you pregnant?

- That's very personal.

- It's Monkford's, I take it?

Sorry. None of my business.

- We're not together,

if that's what you're wondering.

- I wanted a family with Emma.

I was going to propose to her, after we got back together.

I wanted to do the most amazing proposal ever,

like those viral videos where the guy gets a choir

to sing the girl's favorite song

in a tube carriage or something.

Oh, she would definitely have said yes

with all those people watching.

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

- What are you doing here?

- You look nice, Em.

Were you going to ask me out?

- How did you get in?

- Before I moved out,

I told the agent I lost my wristband,

so he gave me a spare.

- Well, you can't stay. I'm expecting someone.

- Anyone I know?

- No. Just someone I met online.

- Right.

Nice.

Edward Monkford'll be disappointed.

- What do you mean?

- Not that he's really coming.

I changed his contact details in your phone,

so when I text you from this,

you think it's him.

"Hello, trouble."

- When did you have my phone? - A few nights ago.

I've been sleeping in the service cupboard,

to protect you.

How about you?

- Me what?

- What sort of person would tick your boxes?

[tense music]

- [chuckles]

Um...

I'm not looking for a relationship,

at least not for the foreseeable future, anyway.

If I was, any woman would be lucky to have you.

- Oh, no, you've got the wrong end of the stick.

I'm already seeing someone.

It's the first person since Emma actually.

- Her death must have been awful for you.

I know about the rape.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

- Saul.

That's partly why she wanted to live here.

And she thought this place would change her.

The funny thing is, is it didn't.

Not really.

However much she tried, she was exactly the same old Em.

But me?

Right from the start, I felt different here.

Oh, it's like Emma said to Monkford at our interview.

I wasn't gonna let some bullying bastard

just walk all over me anymore.

- I'm sure you were never a pushover.

- If Edward Monkford said he wanted you back,

you'd be happy to be in a relationship then,

wouldn't you?

You wouldn't give him the brushoff.

- Simon, I thought we patched things up.

We made friends again.

- [groans]

Friends. Yeah.

There's a big difference though, isn't there,

between friends and, you know, the other thing?

The real thing.

And that's why I had to test you.

[scoffs] Text you.

All you had to do was ignore him, Emma.

In my dreams, you tell him to piss off,

but ignoring him would have done.

- Why?

- "Why?"

Why?

That's what I keep asking myself.

Why Monkford?

Why Saul? Why any of them?

When none of them love you the way that I love you?

And you love me.

I know you do. - Si.

- We were happy, Em.

- I'm not right for you, Si.

You deserve someone nice.

- Stop saying that. You are.

Just--just tell me how to fix this.

- There's nothing to fix.

I want you to leave. Please.

- No.

I can't do it, Em. - You can't do what?

- I can't let you be that person

who wants him, but not me.

- You're crazy. - Where are you going?

- I'm calling the police. - What?

- At least Edward would never be so insane--[gasps]

[screams]

[pearls rattling]

Don't! What are you--

- I love you! I fucking love you!

[screams]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[phone buzzing]

Don't answer it.

[phone continues buzzing]

[intense music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

♪ ♪

Jane, come on.

What's going on, Jane?

- I need you to go, Simon.

- Let me in, Jane.

We can work this out.

We've got through worse, right?

Like the time you decided to screw my best friend

behind my back.

- I've got my work phone.

I'm calling the police.

Yes. 1 Folgate Street.

There's a man threatening me.

- I haven't threatened anyone,

unless you count the graffiti.

I thought if she was scared,

she'd come back to me.

But she just took me for granted.

- Please hurry.

- Oh, it's very convincing.

But then you're a good liar, aren't you?

Just like every woman I've ever fucking met!

[grunting]

Open the door!

[grunts]

[screams]

Doesn't bother me, Jane.

I'm here all day.

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

I fancied you from the very first time we met.

It was like meeting Emma all over again.

But you knew that, didn't you?

They say a woman always knows.

You just choose to ignore it.

Because really...

You're the ones with all the fucking power.

Are you listening to me, Em?

Are you listening to me?

Suit yourself.

[footsteps receding]

[cup shatters]

[energetic music]

♪ ♪

[shattering]

[distant shattering]

- [shouts]

[music stops]

["Love Will Tear Us Apart" by Joy Division playing]

- ♪ And resentment rides high ♪

♪ But emotions won't grow ♪

♪ And we're changing our ways ♪

♪ Taking different roads ♪

♪ Then love ♪

♪ Love will tear us apart again ♪

♪ Love, love will tear us ♪

[muffled music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ Why is the bedroom so cold? ♪

♪ You've turned away from your side ♪

♪ Is my timing that flawed? ♪

♪ Our respect runs so dry ♪

♪ Yet there's still this appeal ♪

♪ That we've kept through our lives ♪

♪ But love, love will tear us apart again ♪

- [screams]

- ♪ Love, love will tear us apart again ♪

- [grunts]

[shouts]

[pearls clattering]

[line ringing]

- It's me. Something's happened.

- There are two possible narratives here.

One is what really happened, and you acted in self-defense.

- And the other?

- He came here to kill himself in the same spot

where his beloved Emma tripped and fell.

You hid in the service cupboard.

That's where you called me from.

When I got here, you found him dead.

- You'd lie for me?

- If you tell the truth about this, Jane,

there will be an investigation.

Months of legal process.

Maybe even a trial for manslaughter.

- I was wrong about you.

I should never have suspected what I did.

- But you were right about Emma.

You've been good to her.

- And that's why I want to tell the truth--

in court, if necessary,

about Saul, Simon, all of this.

She deserves for the world to know what really happened.

No more lies.

- Okay.

Okay.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

[door closes]

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Saul Aksoy, I'm arresting you for the rape of...

[distant indistinct speech]

♪ ♪

- What? What are you--

are you fucking joking?

- Jane? It's time to go.

We will have a child one day.

A child that's planned.

[telephone ringing]

- Jane Cavendish?

Would you like to come with me please?

- I'll be right here.

- We think we know what we need, don't we?

To fill the holes inside us.

But we're wrong.

Well, at least I was.

I thought moving into that house

and getting rid of everything,

everyone, would help.

But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter

how pretty or empty your surroundings are.

Not if you're messed up inside still.

That's all anyone's looking for really, isn't it?

Someone to help take care of the mess inside our heads.

- Do you have a pen?

[heartbeat thumping]

The man waiting.

Could you give him this for me? - Of course.

- Maybe in about half an hour?

Oh, and--and this.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Dearest Edward,

I wanted you to know our child was planned.

I don't mean I meant to get pregnant.

At least, not consciously,

but I knew you were someone I could have a child with,

who could be a good father again one day.

And that's why I hope

this will be the wakeup call you need.

I'm giving you something. A name.

She helped Emma, and she's been helping me,

and I think she'll help you too if you'll let her.

I think, right now, you're trapped in the past,

and I can't let myself get trapped in there with you.

[applause]

Thank you for welcoming me to the team.

I want to bring some of the techniques from my old job

to what I'll be doing here at Stillbirth Action.

Until then, I guess this is goodbye.

Not because of Emma, in the end...

but because of what I need.

How are you?

And because of the girl before.

I mean, a girl called Isabel.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- The owner was going to live here himself

at one stage, I believe,

but now, he sets an affordable rent

to people who live here the way he intended.