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It was me who went to the press.

I really wish you hadn't done that.

What have you done?!

Is this the body of Raymond Henderson?

Who were you with that you shouldn't have been?

-My wife.

-Why is this a big secret?

How do you think they're going to feel when they find out she's

-been back in Glasgow, and she hasn't bothered to see them?

-Daddy had an accident.

It's just going to be you and me from now on.

Right. Do you think that you could look after Granny and Grandad

while I pop out for a minute?

Good boy, come on.

Dad!

Are you OK?

Fine. What are you doing here?

-We had to know what was going on.

-It's not a big deal.

Kirsty was worried.

Well, can we go now, please?

-You're free to go?

-Of course I am. Come on.

So why did they keep you in last night?

It was just a stupid fight, a misunderstanding.

Look, can we just get in the car, please?

Yeah, but...

In the car!

-Aye, all right, calm down.

-Sorry. I just spent the night in here.

Forgive me if I don't want to hang around.

At least now you can sleep easy.

Can I, though?

What do you mean?

What if I'm responsible for what he did?

What if our fight is what pushed him over the edge?

That's just daft.

You know, you should make a complaint.

They're not allowed to keep you in overnight for no reason.

Can we just drop this, please?

Is that Mum?

Don't be silly.

It is, it's her. Dad, stop the car!

Kirsty, stop it.

-Stop the car, Dad, it's Mum.

-Kirsty, you're being ridiculous!

-I'm not.

-Enough!

'I'm telling you,'

it was mum.

Look, I see her all the time - at least I think I do -

but it's never her, it's just some woman walking down the street.

-It's wishful thinking.

-She's here.

Why are you lying to us?

I'm not.

Fine.

Where are you going?

Back to the police station.

I'm sure they'll be able to tell me if it was her.

This is crazy.

Come or don't. It's up to you.

Fine, I'll go myself.

It was her.

I knew it.

What?!

You drove away!

You didn't let her see us!

It's no' that simple.

Why do you keep pushing her away?

It's no' me doing the pushing. It's her!

Wait, hold on a minute.

So she is back in Glasgow?

Aye.

-When did she get back?

-A few days ago.

No.

Maybe more. I don't know.

I only found out myself, the day before yesterday.

You're lying.

She would have come to see us, wouldn't she?

It's not that she doesn't love you, of course she does,

but she says she just needs time.

HE SCOFFS

What does that even mean?

I don't know!

I don't know what's going on in her head!

How was she?

Different.

No' the same person.

-In what way?

-Detached.

I don't think she looked me in the eye once.

You think she's hiding something?

-Like what?

-Maybe she's seeing someone else?

Maybe.

But I don't think that's it, I think it's something worse.

-Stop it!

-This is why I didn't want to talk about it.

Do you think she's not well?

It's the only thing that would explain why she would do this.

No' so much to me but to you guys.

I have to believe that she's going through some sort of breakdown.

What if she does something stupid?

-She won't.

-You don't know that!

She'll go back to Dubai, she'll be thousands of miles away,

all on her own.

She's got her friend out there.

She's not got us!

She'll be fine. She just needs a break.

It's not just a break, though, is it?

Dad?

I don't know.

-We must have really pissed her off.

-No!

You have done nothing wrong. Either of you.

If anybody's to blame here, it's me.

I should have seen that she was unhappy but I was too busy with...

other things.

Look, I hate that this has happened to us,

I hate that she's no' here...

..but it is what it is.

Look, I'm going nowhere.

So you're stuck with me.

Whether you like it or no'.

OK?

OK.

Kirsty?

Come here.

KIRSTY SOBS

It'll be OK.

We'll be OK.

DOORBELL RINGS

You liar!

You and your pals made me out to be an idiot!

You ruined my professional reputation!

And all the time you knew that that land was bad!

Where did you get that?

You can't even act surprised, can you?

Because you've seen this before!

Please, can we take this away from my door?

It wasn't my idea to cover anything up.

I don't work for the development any more. I am out of it.

You're still up to your neck in it.

I know that.

But please believe me, if I'd known what I was getting into

with that business, I would never have signed up for the job.

-We OK here?

-Yep, could you two just give us a minute, please?

Is that a good idea?

Thanks, Angus, I can handle this. Inside, please.

Dad didn't have anything to do with Raymond's death.

-If you don't believe him, you can ask the police.

-Angus!

DOOR CLOSES What's he talking about?

The police questioned me about Raymond's death.

They thought I might have been involved.

Is that why they took you away yesterday?

Me and Raymond had a disagreement before he died.

I guess that made me a suspect.

So they DON'T think it's suicide?

Are they investigating it as something else?

Honestly, Eileen, I don't know.

I suppose they have to look into every possibility.

I was the last person to see Raymond alive,

they were always going to talk to me.

And how was he? When you saw him?

Not good.

Mentally? Did he look like a man that was going to kill himself?

I don't know.

Think! This is important! You owe me!

He wasn't in a good state.

I need to go.

I'm sorry...for your loss.

-If there's ever anything I can do...

-Spare me.

If you had any concern for my family,

you wouldn't have stood by and let this happen.

Was it you that set Lenny Murdoch on me?

What?

When I first opposed the development, Lenny Murdoch turned up

on my doorstep and blackmailed me into stepping out of the fight.

Why would Murdoch be involved?

You tell me.

But now I can see how low you people will stoop,

I'm more certain than ever that it was somebody from your company

that sent him.

It wasn't me. I promise you.

This isn't over.

You all right? I heard the police picked you up.

They wanted to know where I was the night Raymond died.

I thought it was suicide.

You think they'd have kept me in overnight for a suicide?

It gets better. Eileen has a copy of the report.

HE SIGHS

How the hell did I get involved in this?!

I've been asking myself that from the start.

Is she going to go to the police?

I wouldnae be surprised.

OK, cheers for the heads-up.

I'm no' finished.

Eileen thinks one of us had Lenny Murdoch blackmail her.

-What?

-She's claiming that we used him to strong-arm her

into dropping her opposition to the flats.

But we didnae do that, did we?

Cos Murdoch has nothing to do with Lowtherhill.

Frank brought him in.

HE SIGHS

I didn't want him on board, but I didn't seem to have a choice.

As far as I knew, his role was only financial.

Apparently not.

Murdoch is a gangster.

Violence is second nature to people like him.

You know that better than me.

And if Murdoch's involved,

who's to say what really happened to Eric Turnbull?

Turnbull will turn up.

Well, let's hope it's not in another car filled with exhaust fumes, eh?

DOOR OPENS

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Hi.

-Come in.

Thanks.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

How you doing?

How do you think?

Sorry.

-No.

-I

-am. I'm just...

I've just not slept much.

Well, this might mean you can start to move on.

It's the results of the postmortem.

The pathologist's issued a death certificate.

"Asphyxiation"?

I mean, we...

We know all this.

It tells us there were no suspicious circumstances.

You can't tell that just from a postmortem.

We scoured the place, Eileen.

There was just no evidence of any foul play.

And how hard did you look, exactly?

Sorry?

Well, it's obvious you all think it was suicide,

so I can't see you throwing resources at proving otherwise.

You think there's something to be proved?

I just want you to give me a proper explanation

as to why Raymond died, because right now

it just doesn't make any sense.

He did have high levels of alcohol in his blood.

So he passed out because he was drunk?

It's not impossible.

But you don't think that's what happened.

Eileen, I've been doing this job a long time.

When a death looks like a...suicide,

that's generally what it is.

I'm really sorry.

Anyway, the body has been released,

so you and the family can start to make plans.

Raymond...he wasn't depressed when he died.

And he wasn't having some sort of a breakdown.

I saw the state of him, the state of his house.

Everything pointed to him being unwell, paranoid...

What if he was right to be?

What if his conspiracy theories weren't just pie in the sky?

What if he was right about Alan Lindsay and Alex McAllister

and Frank Paton?

Eileen, it's a housing development. The stakes really aren't that high.

There's money to be made from that development, and reputations too.

And not just in Shieldinch.

Frank Paton is promoting developments

just like this one all over Glasgow.

There's nothing illegal about that.

There is if they're relying on blackmail to do it.

I beg your pardon?

When I opposed the development, somebody set Lenny Murdoch on me.

He told me that if I didn't stop causing trouble,

he would expose Raymond over the death of Sean Kennedy.

-Why didn't you come to the police?!

-Because I was scared!

I still am.

But what happened to me isn't important.

I'm just telling you so you know the kind of people

that you're dealing with. You need to work harder

and find out what happened to Raymond.

And to Eric Turnbull.

Eric Turnbull wrote the report for the land that was to be developed.

Then he wrote another report completely contradicting

everything that's in this one.

And then he disappeared. And Raymond winds up dead.

Don't you think that's suspicious?

I made a copy. You take it, and you read it.

OK.

Stevie, this might be way out of line,

but I really don't know if you should be here.

It's only been a day. Don't you need to give it some time?

I know what I need, thanks.

And that's for you to get the tables cleared.

What can I get you?

Just a word with the landlord, thanks.

He's through there.

Ta.

Morning, Lenny. Mind if I have a word?

I take it that's a rhetorical question.

We could go somewhere more private.

Unless you want to take me down the station, I'm quite comfy.

We hear you've been paying a bit of attention to Eileen Donachie.

I thought she'd be more your type than mine.

-She claims you blackmailed her.

-Really? That's not my style.

You didn't lean on her to drop her opposition

-to the housing development?

-Course not. Although I did ask her,

as my representative on the City Council, to reconsider her position.

Because you've got cash tied up in it?

Well, I'm the local landlord. Student flats mean student cash

going over that counter and into my pocket.

-So you haven't invested in the project?

-I don't do property.

No money to be made in it these days.

-Frank Paton seems to think there is.

-Who he?

What about a guy called Eric Turnbull? Ever heard of him?

Sorry.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm out of time.

Look, you don't need me to tell you blackmail is a serious offence.

You'd get a much shorter sentence

-if you admitted to acting on someone else's behalf.

-I'm sure I would.

If I had something to admit.

We can take this down the station if you like.

Let's think here for a wee minute.

What possible leverage could I have over Eileen Donachie

or any of her family?

Only thing I can think about is Raymond Henderson,

God rest his soul, well, he got away with murder

-while you boys all looked the other way.

-Don't try and be clever.

You tell Counsellor Donachie that I apologise

if she misinterpreted my polite request.

I was only exercising my rights as one of her constituent.

Oh, this is where you're hiding.

Liz has been looking for you.

She wants to discuss the funeral arrangements.

-I went round to his house this morning.

-Yeah?

And I found his will.

He's left everything to me.

Course he did. What else would he do?

We weren't married any more, Dad.

He could have left it in trust for Brian and Stuart, but this...

It's almost like he thought we'd have some kind of future together...

Maybe we would have done. There was always a connection.

Maybe he thought that once we'd got through all this mess,

we could be a family again. Me, him and Stuart.

Oh, there you are.

Listen...

I thought we should get on the phone to the minister.

Now that the...

that Raymond has been released.

If we get our skates on,

we should be able to organise everything for the end of the week.

So, would you like to phone the minister or shall I?

Right, I'll do it.

We're not going to bury him.

The crematorium, then, if that's what he would have wanted.

There's not going to be any funeral until I know how he died.

But we DO know.

-It says on the death certificate...

-It says nothing.

Raymond didn't kill himself.

Lowther Developments. That's your outfit, is it?

It's the company formed to oversee the new flats.

-But you're the boss?

-On paper.

-Either are or you aren't.

-Sorry, is this going somewhere?

-Business good, is it?

-I've got a few different companies on the go.

An entrepreneur, eh? Just like Uncle Billy.

I'm not proud of where I come from.

But I've made my own success.

My way. Legally.

So, how do you explain the fact that Eileen Donachie claims

to have been blackmailed on your account?

-That's nothing to do with me.

-But you don't deny it happened?

No. I've only just heard about it.

But it was to do with your development?

With furthering your business interests?

This project isn't a one-man show.

Though I'm beginning to wish it was.

So who put Murdoch on Councillor Donachie?

I don't know. Maybe you should speak to the man that brought

Murdoch into the development.

You'll find him at the Council Chambers.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry to disturb. I did knock.

I am Detective Inspector Donald, Shieldinch and Mossgreen Police.

I know the name. What's this about?

Lenny Murdoch. Friend of yours?

Murdoch? Let's see...

He owns the Tall Ship pub in Shieldinch.

-Big fan of your development.

-It's not my development.

I just support it because it's good for the city,

that's where my interest ends.

But, I think I might have met this Mr Murdoch in passing.

It's funny. He's no idea who you are.

Well, I must be mistaken, then.

There's an accusation doing the rounds that you used

Mr Murdoch to "persuade"

Eileen Donachie to drop her campaign against the new building work.

That's ridiculous. Who said that? Eileen?

-Just a straight answer, thanks. Yes or no.

-Of course not!

That's a ridiculous idea.

You're getting quite a name for yourself

with your regeneration initiatives, aren't you?

And not just in Shieldinch.

It's quite a legacy you're creating.

Every project provides jobs for workers,

homes for ordinary families.

And another notch on your political bedpost?

You can't speak to me like that.

I apologise.

But it's fair to say, though, that you wouldn't be best pleased

if someone threatened to derail things.

Who are you referring to here? Eileen Donachie?

She couldn't derail a toy train.

This project is bigger than someone like her.

What about Eric Turnbull? Is it bigger than him?

Or Raymond Henderson?

-I don't follow.

-Mr Henderson was the local man kicking up

a stink about your development.

He was found dead yesterday morning.

See, there's one thing you should know about Councillor Donachie.

She hates me. Not just because of the development.

We've come to blows a few times. Professionally.

You're saying she's got reason to make false accusations against you?

No disrespect, but that woman wasn't the most rational of people

-even before her ex-husband pegged it.

-So you deny the allegations?

There's nothing to deny. It's just the case of a sad, bereaved woman

looking for a scapegoat.

So, if you'll excuse me?

Thank you for your time.

But you're not happy to drop it?

There's absolutely no evidence to suggest that Raymond's death

was anything other than suicide.

But something's not sitting right.

And I do not like that Frank Paton.

Word to the wise, you might want to steer clear of rattling the cages

of the great and the good.

-You've already lost a stripe on account of that.

-I know, I know.

Never mind that Lenny has blackmail on us, too.

ENGINE STARTS

-Eileen Donachie's been talking to the police!

-Aye, well, that's generally

-what folk do when they're being blackmailed.

-You know the score.

-All's fair in love and property deals.

-This is not how I operate.

And it's not how the people I deal with operate.

So what are you going to do? Cut me out of the project?

Nobody's indispensable, Frank.

Oh, and by the way, Eileen's got a copy of the original report.

-So, you're saying you don't believe me about the blackmail?

-No.

I'm saying there's no hard evidence of it.

Or of any wider corruption

that might be connected to Raymond's death.

I just want to do the right thing for Raymond.

Then, you have to bury him.

Not until I know how he's died.

Eileen, his body is not going to give up any more clues.

The man deserves a funeral.

And what then? I just give up?

Accept that this has all just been a senseless tragedy?

I cannot begin to imagine how awful this must be for you.

Death's never easy to accept at the best of times,

-never mind one that's as shocking and sudden one like this.

-Please.

Please look into the development company.

Just check out how they operate, because this isn't right.

I've already had my knuckles rapped for going off-piste once lately.

And you're too scared to step out of line?

I wish Raymond had been as big a coward as you are,

because he might still be alive.

-OK, leave it with me. I'll see what I can do.

-You promise?

Give that man a funeral, and we've got a deal.

DOOR CLOSES

Stevie, I need you to help me arrange Raymond's funeral.

# The rabbit hopped over the log

# And the rabbit crawled under the log...

# And the rabbit... # Er...

What's the rhyme? I forgot...

You should have let me do that.

I know how to tie his tie, I just forgot the rhyme.

You know, I've been waiting for you to have a bad day.

All this stress has not been good for you.

I'm fine! I'm just worried about Eileen.

And I'm disappointed that Gina didn't come back to support

her sister.

She offered,

and Eileen told her not to bother.

I think Eileen would be happy if no-one at all turned up today.

-If you ask me, she's feeling the shame of it.

-Och, that's not right.

You don't need to tell ME that!

-Oh.

-Oh, very nice.

-Mm-hm.

-And very dignified.

Because not everyone wears black these days.

Especially not for a younger person.

What is it they say again? They're celebrating a life.

Well, I don't feel like celebrating, so there we are.

-Has Stuart had his breakfast?

-I'll take him. Come on, son.

Come on, I'll take you for your breakfast.

Eileen...

..I know that you are dreading this funeral.

But...people these days are much more understanding of the issues

when somebody has died... the way Raymond did.

It's not like the old days

when there might have been some kind of stigma.

Can we just get through this?

Whatever the circumstances,

he was Stuart's father,

and if my son's to remember this day at all, I'd like him

to remember it with some kind of pride, if that's even possible.

Well...

that's what we all want.

Good.

Hey ho.

That's the hearse arrived.

Oh, right.

Let's get this thing done.

Right, I'll get Stuart.

I don't think I can do this.

Come on, hey.

Take my hand.

We'll get through this thing together. Come on.

I knew his friends wouldn't let him down.

See what an important man your daddy was?

All right, dear?

Where's my dad got to?

He spotted an old pal of George's and went to say hello.

Can't remember what he had for breakfast,

but he remembered this old chap that he hadn't seen for 20 years...

I'll...I'll go on ahead, I think. See how things are going.

How are you doing?

I think I'm in a dream.

I thought I'd be in bits, but I'm just numb.

What's HE doing here?

You want me to deal with him?

No, ignore him.

It's not about him today.

Everybody's away to the pub. Do you want to start making a move?

Two minutes.

Aye, of course.

I'm sorry.

I am so, so sorry.

SHE SOBS

-Great seeing you again, Gerry. You take care.

-Take care.

Ah...

You all right, there?

Aye, oh, just seeing an old pal of mine there.

-Used to play cards with him.

-Happy days, eh?

-Aye, they were.

Och, maybe we just remember them well from a distance.

-You must be Eileen's dad, Malcolm, isn't it?

-Aye... Have we met before?

-My memory's not...

-No, no, no, I'm Frank.

-I'm a colleague of Eileen's from the council.

-Oh, nice to meet you.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

-Oh, thanks. So, you knew Raymond too?

-Just in passing.

-It's really Eileen that I'm here to support.

-Oh, that's good of you.

It's getting on a wee bit, why don't I give you a run to the Tall Ship?

Oh... That's kind of you, but I can't go without my wife.

Oh, don't you worry about that.

There was some confusion with the cars, it's all hands to the pump.

-Oh, really?

-Aye. In you get.

I'll get you to the Tall Ship in no time.

You'll get the drinks in for the ladies, eh?

Aye, that's a good idea, that.

Have you seen Malcolm?

I thought he was with you.

No, I had to go and settle up the account, you know,

in the church, and now I can't see him anywhere.

You all right back there, Malcolm?

Aye... Aye, I'm fine. Thanks, son.

It's a terrible business, this, eh?

Aye, oh, aye.

Raymond... Huh!

Tragic.

Him and Eileen were divorced, weren't they?

Aye, but when you've a kid together...

nothing's ever cut and dried.

Well, listen, I'll tell you,

that lassie hasn't slept a wink since the day he died.

-So, they were still close, then?

-Oh, that's another word. Huh!

He's left her every penny he had.

That's a bit unusual, in't it?

For a couple that split up.

Ah, but Raymond and Eileen were different.

They knew each other from when they were teenagers.

Aye, they were on, then they were off again.

Ah, but when the chips were down...

Eileen always turned to Raymond. And him to her.

So, would you say that Raymond might confide in Eileen?

Aye!

Hey, what kind of question is that?

Sorry. I'm just interested. I'm divorced myself

so I'm always keen to know how other folks make it work.

Aye, aye, aye.

Whatever.

I'm so sorry.

He has a habit of wandering off.

He's definitely not in the churchyard.

Oh, no, this is all we need!

Liz, don't worry, he'll be all right, we'll find him.

Look, I'll take the car, I'll drive around for a bit.

-He can't have got far.

-I'll come with you.

-Think about it.

When did you actually last see him?

He was talking to that friend of George's.

Maybe they've wandered off together. They could be in the Tall Ship now.

She's right, we should get back there.

Oh, no, I don't want to leave without him.

Well, he's not here, is he?

Thank you.

What's going to happen to his flats? That's what I want to know.

-Now is not the time.

-When is the right time, Jimmy?

When they're all sold and we're flung out on our ears.

-Is my dad here?

-I've not seen him.

Oh, no, you see, I knew we shouldn't have left the churchyard!

-What's wrong, Liz?

-Oh, he's gone AWOL.

-Well, when did you last see him?

-At the church.

-We need to track down that friend of his. Is it Gerry?

-Aye, but how?

Well, he's a friend of Raymond's family. Somebody here must know him.

-Is everything all right?

-Oh!

-It's my dad, he's gone missing.

-I'll make a call.

-Last seen at the church.

-Anything?

-No.

We've covered the area between here and the church.

Is there anywhere else he might have gone?

Any number of places!

The dookets down by the water. One time we found him

he was going round and round on the Underground. He could be anywhere!

-Dad!

-Oh, Malcolm, thank heavens!

What's the problem?

Oh, Dad! Where have you been?

There was that many folk there and not enough cars.

So I hitched a lift from this fella here.

He works with Eileen.

Took his time getting here. I nodded off.

Well, just as long as you're all right.

Why wouldn't I be? Come on.

I found him wandering away from the cemetery.

I would have brought him back sooner but you'd left the church and

he started getting confused about where the reception was.

Thanks a lot. We're really glad you found him.

-Kelly-Marie, can you give us a minute?

-Sure.

I don't know what you've just done but you need to go now.

Eileen, I thought I'd done a good thing.

I found an elderly confused man wandering the streets...

I said, get out.

All right?

On behalf of everyone from the council,

we're very sorry for your loss.

You don't represent anyone on the council.

What, have I got to show you the door?

Sorry. I didn't mean to cause any distress.

Eileen.

Hi, Alison? It's Craig Donald here.

Listen, I've got a document you guys might want to have a gander at.

It's about a potential cover-up regarding some land in Shieldinch.

I'll send it over to you. Probably something and nothing.

Hope you're well, speak to you soon.

I must have missed the bit where I asked you into my house.

-I needed to get out of the bar.

-Let me recommend the beer garden.

I'm going. But just for the record...

..this won't ever be your house. Or your pub.

Tell that to the Licensing Authorities.

This place is Raymond's. And mine.

It's our home. And it always will be.

Enjoy your spoils, Lenny.

If you can.

Hi.

-Get out of here!

-I did knock. You mustn't have heard.

I'm going to call the police!

Say what? That I've come to pay my respects to Raymond?

You're sick!

I'm a good man.

It's you. It's you that's behind all this.

-Eileen...

-You set Lenny Murdoch on me!

No. I didn't. Lenny Murdoch is his own man.

Do you really think that he would do my bidding?

You can't deny that you wanted me out of the way.

No. I can't.

There's a future out there, Eileen,

and I want everyone in this city to be a part of it.

And if that means tearing down old high rises

and crumbling community centres, then that's what I'll do.

This Lenny Murdoch thing - it's just not true.

I get it that you're looking for someone to blame.

When someone close does that... the guilt is like nothing else.

Everywhere you go...

you feel people looking at you with that one question in their eyes.

"What did you do to push that person over the edge?"

Cos you were the one closest to that person, right?

You were the one that they should have wanted to stay alive for.

The one they could come to with any problems.

Everyone is looking at you and thinking,

"You...let...that...person...die."

How do you know this?

How do you know this?

My wife. She did it. Six years ago.

She hung herself.

I'm surprised you don't remember. It was all over the papers.

Nobody said as much,

but I read between the lines and every article blamed me.

And maybe they were right.

I can still remember the daft row we had the night before she died.

Every stupid hurtful word.

I would give anything...

if I could take those words back.

Everything.

-SHE WAILS

-Eileen?

It IS my fault.

I told him to go away.

I told I didn't want him!

It's OK, it's OK...

What am I going to do, what am I going to do without him?

SHE WAILS

RAUCOUS LAUGHTER

He came home that night covered in sludge from the riverbank.

George took one look at him

and knew right away he'd been out looking for that old German sub.

So he smacked him till he was black and blue for his troubles.

He told me about that sub.

Me and Deek went out looking for it too.

You're as daft as he was.

He wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, was he?

Mind that Sharon McLaren fae Arran? She played him like a banjo.

Aye, he was good at dishing out the advice

but not so good at taking it.

It'll not be the same without him.

To Raymond.

ALL: Raymond.

Can I get you some more water?

No, thanks.

I'm sorry.

It's better to let it all out. I get it. I really do.

Thank you.

-I can stay if you like.

-No.

So we're good, then? All this silly police stuff.

Please, Frank... I just want to sleep.

You give me a call, yeah? We can get through this...together.

MUSIC: Laura by Bat For Lashes

# You say that they've all left you behind

# Your heart broke when the party died... #

WEEPING

# Can we dance upon the tables again?

# When your smile is so wide and your heels are so high

# You can't cry

# Get your glad rags on and let's sing along

# To that lonely song

# You're the train that crashed my heart

# You're the glitter in the dark

# Ooh, Laura, you're more than a superstar

# And in this horror show

# I've got to let you know

# Ooh, Laura, you're more than a superstar... #

SHE CALLS OUT

So, first day back.

I just need to get back to some kind of normality.

PHONE RINGS

Mum.

Alan, I'm...I'm begging you here. I've got nowhere else to turn.