The Moon Girl Chronicles (Part Two) Doctors

-There she is!

-Uncle Jimmi!

-When did you get here?

-Day before yesterday.

You have an irregularity with your heart rhythm

which we need to investigate.

Can you call the consultant, ask him to delay for a couple of hours?

-'Is she there?'

-No, she's not.

Where is she, Frances?

'It is said, that for daughters of the moon, that darkness is a friend.

'And while monsters may lie in wait,

'so does the strength required to combat them.

'How I wish my moon mother was here!

'If nothing else, to silence the clamour in my head.

'But it is up to me, and me alone, to find my way to daylight.'

Still holding out?

Yeah, I've told her that there's a girl out there

who's sick - possibly dying - but she's still clammed up.

-She'll crack.

-I don't know if she will.

I'd rather focus on Cole.

By being in there, you are.

She's the key, she knows exactly where Cole is

because wherever he is, she put him there.

She's the brains of the operation, something the jury didn't

appreciate properly last time.

They got her as an accessory not the mastermind, but Cole is

an idiot. There's no way he could pull off this stuff on his own.

He needs her.

What's in it for her?

Devotion, gratitude.

What do people get out of their pets?

Yeah, but people don't usually risk going to jail for their pets.

They might if they're obsessive. She's ten years older, don't forget.

For her, he's quite a catch.

Maybe we're over concentrating on Hatchely.

We're not!

I know this woman, she thinks she's smarter than us.

No. You and I are going to prove her wrong.

And how are we going to do that?

Through diligence and pig-headedness,

which is your speciality.

What?

All right, if she's so smart and she's set everything up...

Which she has.

..why would she jeopardise it all by actually kidnapping somebody

this time?

I'll leave that one with you.

You'll find the answer the way you always do, by digging in.

It's what makes you so annoying.

It's also the reason I'm putting you in charge of the case.

What?

You already coordinated half the squad, you might as well take on the rest.

Plus, you're all over Hatchley. You're plain clothes from tomorrow.

Archives, please.

Yeah, hi. Can I have case 20615?

And all the files from previous convictions.

Yeah, that's right, it's Frances Hatchley and Darren Cole. Thanks.

You working late?

Looks like it.

I was just wondering how you got on with Isla's house-mate?

Yeah, I've just had a look through the report.

I thought you would have gone round personally.

I'm sorry, Jimmi, but I've just been put in charge of this case

and I've been so busy. I can't be everywhere.

But, apparently...

..the housemate had breakfast with Isla, went back to bed

and when she got up again...Isla had gone.

I am sorry, it's been a big day.

But we will do everything we can to find her.

Her parents are coming tomorrow.

I haven't told them about the arrhythmia.

Why not?

Confidentiality. I had to use my judgment to tell you.

They're going to find out.

Hopefully she'll be here to explain for herself.

Otherwise, I'll have to sit them down.

You know, sometimes I don't know whose job is worse.

Hey.

I'm so scared.

I know, but I'm here now.

I brought you some benzies.

It's what you wanted, yeah?

Yeah.

Hey! Come on, son!

Oof!

CRYING

Argh!

Thanks.

Guess who I just had a call from?

Hatchley's lawyer.

She wants to talk.

I apologise for wasting your time.

Pfff.

I have been in contact with Isla Pendry.

I didn't mention it before because I was scared it would be misconstrued.

I was wrong and I'm sorry.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Where's Cole?

If I knew, I'd say.

Oh, come on!

Cole goes off the radar at the same time a girl you're connected

with disappears!

-We're not stupid. We know you're the link.

-No!

I've been trying to think why and...

The only thing I can think of is somehow he hacked into my computer.

What, really?!

I don't know, otherwise.

I've been up all night trying to understand.

Well, let me tell you what I understand.

Six months ago, you made contact with Isla on the internet.

And stated to groom her.

No, I didn't! She was my friend!

We shared an interest

and we talked about it, along with thousands of other people.

Why is your computer encrypted?

It isn't! I've got the normal firewalls the bank suggests, but...

So if I look for your side of the conversation with Isla, I'll find it?

I delete my files regularly.

And why would you do that?

Because if you've been through what I've been through,

innocent things can be used against you.

Look, I don't have to talk to you.

So why are you? Why are you wasting our time?

Because I care!

Fine! I'll just wait my 24 hours.

Well, you can forget that because we are going to charge you.

With what? I've got no connection with Darren!

You admit to frequenting a website for teenage girls,

that's in breach of your probation.

No! There's nothing that prohibits me from sharing a love of literature.

Moon Girls has sold millions of copies worldwide.

What's the average age of the reader? 14? 15?

I'm reading! Isla's reading!

And what about Georgiana Marshall?

Who?

Isla's flat-mate,

who contacted her through the site and who just so happened

to have a room available when she needed one.

Well, that's how social media works.

She made a request, someone answered.

They don't need me to orchestrate it.

We'll see, won't we?

End of interview.

Any news?

I tried Rob, but he was in and out before...

Thanks.

I've spoken to Howard, Isla's parents can use his office

if they need anywhere.

-That's good.

-How long are they going to be? When they arriving?

-They're driving.

-Mm. That's a long way.

I could get some food in.

Order some sandwiches. You should have something.

I bet you haven't had any breakfast.

Cream.

-We've only got milk.

-No, just something I remembered. Cream.

MOBILE RINGS

-Yeah, go on.

-When I was around Isla's place, they'd just had some kind of party.

It seemed pretty wild. There was more than one person there.

-So, what if...?

-I'm already on my way.

Oh, ho-ho-ho!

Oh, Mr Biglow. Is it fancy dress?

Historical re-enactment of the Siege of Letherbridge Castle.

Well, you'd better hope it doesn't rain - you'll rust!

Do not mock. History is a wonderful thing.

You look magnificent!

Thank you, Mrs Tembe.

He looks like a trussed up cheese-grater.

Do not listen to him.

You see before you a jealous man.

Your skirt is coming undone.

I don't like to correct you, but technically it's my livery!

I must have caught it in a dodgy lunge.

A dodgy lunge?!

Well, do not worry. We will fix it.

It's all right, Mrs Tembe. I'm only a sellsword anyway.

Oh, no.

No, no. A soldier's discipline is in his uniform, is that not right,

Captain Bellamy?

I agree, Mrs Tembe.

No. No, I will help you.

Well, that's very kind.

Ow! Mind your sabre!

Hi.

Hi, Sergeant Hollins, Letherbridge Police, is it OK if we come in?

When I came here yesterday, it looked like someone had had a party.

It was just breakfast, it was nothing crazy.

It looked pretty crazy to me.

We were just messing about. It was only us three...

Who was involved? You and Isla...

And this guy from university.

Right.

And does this guy have a name?

Yeah. He does.

Barry!

We're by the castle!

I thought the battle was happening here?

According to my recollection, we don't get to the castle until

after we take the King's standard.

That's right. But unfortunately a lot of the guys didn't get here.

Their bus got caught behind a pile up on the M42

so we're having a rethink.

Drugs?

Will you send these to the lab, please?

Did he give anything to Isla?

Did you?

Take him through.

Help! Please!

Toxicology have confirmed MDMA.

I don't suppose that's good news for the ticker?

So, you admit manufacturing drugs for the purpose of supplying them?

To my friends, that's all.

What kind of drugs?

Well, you've taken them!

I want to hear it from you.

I really wouldn't make this any worse than it is.

Ecstasy and benzodiazepine.

I'm a pharmacology student!

Someone told me it would make life easier.

Who told you that?

Did you supply drugs to Isla Pendry?

Did Georgiana Marshall supply drugs to Isla Pendry?

Do you recognise this man?

Yeah.

I met him yesterday after breakfast.

He seemed pretty cool.

He was, you know, plumbing and stuff.

He's the handy man at Georgiana's.

Oh, dear.

What?

This appalling man.

May I help you?

-Yes.

-Oh! Mr and Mrs Pendry?

-Yes.

Erm... Oh, excuse me.

Hop in.

CRASH

Police!

Upstairs, please.

Sergeant Hollins. Will you check the GPS on this mobile number, please?

07700 900722.

Yeah, thanks.

You gave me quite a whack.

Are you thirsty?

Look, I don't know what's wrong with you, but you really freaked me out.

Do you remember when I came to the house?

You were all happy and smiling.

You've got a nice smile.

I don't remember.

You were nice. Much nicer than this morning.

You watched me while I fixed the sink - you must remember that?

You gave me the signal.

Oh, she's all shy now, huh?

I'm not that lucky.

Not this morning.

Although, you did kind of flip on me.

I thought you were dead, man!

I mean, talk about freaking out!

You brought me here.

You're lucky I didn't bury you.

I warned Georgie about those mandys, but she's such a party girl.

Georgiana. Is she all right?

She's more than all right. She's my girl.

Oh, you don't know what that means?

-Let me show you.

-No!

SIRENS BLARE

You cow!

Isla! Are you OK?

Darren Cole, I'm arresting you on suspicion of kidnap.

You don't have to say anything but it may harm your defence

if you don't mention when questioned something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Get him in the car.

MEDIEVAL MUSIC

You're not too disappointed?

The grub's all right.

But the atmosphere's not very battle-like, is it?

It's still medieval. And, you know, it's sad about the bus.

But the Knights of Tourney aren't just about the military.

That's the Duchess of Aquitaine.

My lady, may I speak with thee?

I wish to introduce my companion, Barry.

Biglow.

What is she really? A post mistress?

Well, here, right now, she is the Duchess.

And that's Lady Agutter, the White Widow who conspired with

Percival of Letherbridge to overthrow the king.

And his cousin, the Archduke.

I see. Oof!

Are you OK?

It's this blasted... It should come with a warning!

The group is mainly about personas.

We basically pick an historical figure.

Someone who represents who we are or who we'd like to be.

I'm Lady Matilda Makepeace, the Queen's cousin and confidante.

What's your real name then?

Matilda.

OK, "Matilda."

So, what do you do for a crust?

Are you local?

-You've got to try and get into the spirit of it!

-I'm sorry.

Come on! You must have acted out roles when you were a little boy.

That was a long time ago.

But wasn't it magical? And why did we stop?

There's no reason to not want romance, is there?

Life today is so mundane.

Don't you yearn for some excitement and chivalry?

Not usually.

We found this one at the bus station.

In you go.

Wait a minute.

Is this what you want?

Or would you rather make up for some of the harm you've caused?

She has an arrhythmia which is now under control.

We just have to wait for the MDMA to finish working through her system.

-OK.

-Mum! Dad!

A happy ending then?

Not completely.

Georgiana Marshall's statement from the original investigation.

Trust you to go digging in the archive.

Like I said, you're annoying.

You buried it because it corroborated Hatchley's story.

I was right! She was guilty!

I had three young women saying he'd raped them

and only one could connect to Hatchley.

Marshall's testimony would have undone that

and she would have got away scot free.

I get that but if you'd investigated further,

you'd have found out that Hatchley and Marshall go way back.

She was a runaway. She spent time on the streets.

And, at aged 14, she was taken to a care home...by guess who?

Where she was...used and abused.

But all the other girls didn't make

their way to Hatchley by accident. Marshall was an accomplice.

But if you'd done...

A proper investigation. Yeah. Who knows?

But it looks like I chose the best man for the job.

I hope I at least get some credit for that.

Hang on, what are you doing?

I haven't reported anything, not yet, and even if I do...

No ifs.

Anyway, I'm saving you the trouble. I'm handing in my notice.

I'm fed up with this stinking place.

It's nothing now.

A cesspool full of jumped up administrators and accountants.

I hope they drown in it!

You think that's funny? You'll find out!

And that'll wipe the smile off your face.

Good afternoon, Frances.

Perfect!

Draft charges, for your information.

-If I may?

-You may.

We thought you'd like to know your boyfriend's in custody.

As is your little friend Georgiana.

She's not my friend.

No. She messed up, didn't she?

She was supposed to stay off the radar

and keep your boyfriend occupied.

Shame, when you've gone to all that trouble.

Set up a nice little home.

Actually, it's not that nice.

No, it's a filthy caravan.

Still, it could have been romantic,

if everything had gone according to plan.

You knew we'd bring you in, and you knew that we would only be

able to hold you for a certain amount of time.

You've been very clever. Encrypting your computer,

keeping your contacts to a minimum,

leaving Miss Georgiana to groom Isla for Cole, as per your instructions.

Except she wanted a life.

Maybe she was inspired by a book she read?

Hmm?

She fell "in lurve" with a boy her own age

and jumped ahead of the plan.

She drugged little Isla and left her for your boyfriend.

Which makes you both accessories to kidnapping.

You can't tie me to that!

I can.

She's admitted you pay her rent, and have been for four years.

She's also admitted she knew you for years before your previous conviction.

She wouldn't. It's him lying again.

Georgiana Marshall wants a normal life.

She wants to be in love. She is in love.

She doesn't know about love!

She's a stupid little girl, who knows nothing!

I know! I'm the one!

Yeah. And you've thrown it all away.

I just wanted to make him happy.

What did I tell you? I knew it.

You were right.

I'm not going to miss you.

Ditto.

Let me help you.

No, it's OK.

It was fun, even if it wasn't exactly what I expected.

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I'll see you, OK?

Matilda!

Matilda Makepeace! Noblewoman of Letherbridge!

It's all right, Barry, I don't want to force you.

I am Edmund.

A humble sellsword who, until today, had no-one to pledge allegiance to.

I am no queen, Edmund, and never shall be.

But I can teach you the rules of chivalry and, under God's laws,

the sun and sky, you can be my knight.

Arise, Sir.

No, you're supposed to kiss it.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

'This is the story of my salvation.

'How I lost my way in the woods and battled demons there,

'and shape-shifters.

'And in the darkest night, I found my connection to the moon

'and learned to use my inner light.'

I thought you might like something to drink.

'I thought I wanted to be free, but that path led to shackles.

'What was given to me was the space to shine.

'Here ends the Samantha Sparrow Chronicle.'

I was around Letherbridge so I thought....

You'd check up on me. I don't blame you.

Any other inconsequential boxes you'd like to tick?

Or can we get on with a diagnosis?

How are you, Theresa?

Bad night last night. You know how it is.