Episode 4 What Remains

This programme contains some scenes which some viewers may find upsetting and some scenes of a sexual nature.

He mustn't know you were here. He mustn't find out.

I want to know what she was running from - if she was in trouble.

-Get out of my way.

-I can't do that.

-Get out of my...

Something happened up there.

Someone did that to her.

Hi, I thought you might want to come down with me?

I sorted of landed myself a date.

Why don't we see you in there?

Sure.

FAINT CHATTER

If I hear a mouse squeak past midnight, I'm calling the police.

I'm deadly serious, too.

Yeah! Happy bloody Christmas, Joe!

Somebody turn the music up!

-MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES

-Yeah!

Oh, sorry. I didn't know there was anyone in here.

Lock's broken. I've finished.

-Stay and lean on the door for me, would you?

-Sure.

What are you doing for Christmas?

-Nothing special. I'll be around.

-Not going home to family, or anything?

No. You?

I'd like to, but Queen Bee isn't having any of it.

She's insisting we have a quiet one, just the two of us.

I'm dreading it.

If you don't want to, just say.

One minute.

I just want to get through the holiday without any drama.

Can I trust you with something?

Of course.

I'm moving out.

I've been looking at flats to rent. She doesn't know anything about it.

I wish it was the other way round.

I wish she would go and you'd stay.

Convincing her of that might be a bit ambitious.

What's she doing in here?

Blocking the door.

You couldn't have chosen anyone more qualified.

Back again, detective?

Life goes on, eh?

The estate must have gone through without a hitch.

New neighbours on the horizon.

Can't be any worse than the current bunch.

They're clearing out her flat.

Whose? Fatty's?

-It was all cheap tat anyway.

-I want to go out.

-Well, give me ten minutes and we'll go out for breakfast.

-Alone!

I want to go out alone!

We've been over this.

I don't feel I can trust you at the moment.

So, I'm a prisoner, then?

Would a prisoner be taken out and treated to eggs Benedict

and a double espresso?

I think not!

Did I agree to that colour?

You weren't consulted.

Look... Why don't you leave it till the weekend?

I'll have a couple of mates round, we'll have it done in a few hours.

I want everything ready, just in case.

We might be parents by the weekend.

I thought we had a couple of weeks left?

It comes when it's ready.

That could be a month from now, or ten minutes from now.

OK, well, just, erm, just do the low bits, yeah?

Anything above shoulder height you leave for me, OK?

Promise.

PASSIONATE SIGHS

She's pretty...

your girlfriend.

-Too good for me, is that what you're saying?

-I didn't mean that.

Are you going to marry her?

-I don't know.

-Have you asked her yet?

That's between me and her, innit?

If you won't tell me, she will.

I might pop up later for a coffee.

Girly chat.

Relax, I'm just screwing with you.

They had the inquest, didn't they? Melissa Young.

How do you know about that?

Oh, it's just a hunch. What was the verdict, out of interest?

Open - couldn't prove foul play, couldn't prove suicide.

Please tell me you didn't come all this way to ask me that?

'You didn't do a bloody thing, did you?'

I beg your pardon?

You passed it over to someone else and no-one bothered.

You've been away from this for the past month,

you don't know what we've been doing.

Well, break it down for me, then -

tell me exactly what you've been doing to find her killer.

You're the only person who thought she was killed.

-Even the coroner agreed.

-An open verdict! Are you proud of that?

Just because no-one's going to kick up a stink, it doesn't excuse us.

We failed that poor girl.

At least have enough heart to admit it.

Are you OK?

What?

Do you need to talk to someone?

I can get in touch with HR on your behalf.

A shrink? Why? Because I said you're crap at your job?

Someone who can help you move on.

I have moved on, I don't miss the job at all.

Then what're you doing here?

I can't do this, Jeannie.

I can't do this for another 20 years.

It's not fair.

Evening, Frank.

I bought you something, Elizabeth.

Very nice.

-Do you like it?

-Yes. Thank you.

I can take it back, if it doesn't fit. I have the receipt.

It's a little bit baggy.

I'll get something smaller.

And white. White suits me better.

But thank you.

There's something else.

This belonged to a very dear friend of mine.

I think she'd want you to have it.

It's beautiful.

Here, allow me.

HE GRUNTS

Oh, morning.

The door was open.

Oh, hey. Haven't seen you in ages.

No, bogged down with another case.

-Tea?

-Erm, no, I can't stop. Quick question, though.

Joe Sellers - basement flat.

You don't know what school he teaches at, do you?

Same place Michael went. St John's, maybe?

I know it. Thank you.

You promised.

Mr Sellers.

Security guard on the gate said it was all right to come in.

What can I do for you, Inspector?

When did blackboards become white?

When we stopped using chalk.

Coconut mushroom?

Could we make this snappy, Detective? I would like to get home.

Why didn't you like her?

This about that silly girl again?

Just to satisfy my own curiosity - what did she ever do to you?

She didn't do anything to me.

Sometimes I meet people and I just don't like them.

Call it an instinct.

They all hate me, so I hate them.

-Who hates you?

-Oh, come on, you've spoken to them.

I'm sure they've all told you about me and my irritating ways.

The Bin Nazi, or whatever they're calling me now.

To hell with them all. I don't care if they exclude me.

You said you knew Melissa's mother. Mary, was it?

-That's right.

-But you didn't dislike her?

Mary was...quiet.

Kind.

She would tolerate anything.

And when she got sick, what happened then? You cared for her?

-For a while.

-Until Melissa came. She moved here to look after her mother.

Is that what upset you? That Mary didn't need you any longer?

We were coping just fine without her.

Yes, but she was Mary's daughter.

Oh, and nothing's stronger than family, is it?

Well, what about friendship?

What if that's all you can ever hope for?

What happens when I get ill?

Who comes for me?

Five pounds, please. Cheers.

You having a car boot sale?

This is all potential evidence.

Ah, but it's in a skip.

Don't that make it compromised or something?

You're watching too much television, Michael.

Look...

..do us a favour, will you?

She's about to drop any moment.

She don't need this stress right now. None of us do.

You are not going to find out what happened up there.

Give it up.

See you next week.

I think we should stay away from one another for a while.

Is that what you really want?

I don't know who you are.

-Whose fault is that?

-It's mine.

It's my fault, because I screwed up my marriage, I lost my family.

I wasn't a good enough father.

No, no, no, please, don't stop for me, on my account.

I know that.

I know all that and I see it every time you visit. I look at you...

..and I listen to you and...

..I don't like the way you've turned out.

I don't like your opinions.

I don't like the way you treat other people.

I dread having to introduce you as my son,

because I think you reflect badly on me.

I love you, because of who you are...

..but in any other circumstances I wouldn't waste three minutes of my time on someone like you.

Wow. Well, just get it all off your chest at once.

If I find out you did anything to hurt that woman,

I will turn you in...

..without hesitation.

Dad!

Take care of yourself, Adam.

It's just me. I forgot some books.

Elizabeth?

Guess that makes us even, sir.

CHILDREN'S CHATTER QUIETENS

Miss Young?

BANGING ON DOOR

Miss Young?

This...

..is a 20-minute test.

-And, like all tests, it requires absolute...

-Salty.

-..silence.

-Salty.

-Salty.

-Salty.

-Salty.

-Salty.

-Salty.

-Salty.

-Salty.

-Salty.

ALL: Salty. Salty. Salty.

Salty!

-Salty.

-Salty.

-Salty.

Melissa Young. I want you to write it. Talk to family,

friends, neighbours, police. Anyone you can trace.

Whoever can help fill this picture in.

It could take a while.

There's no hurry.

Just make sure it's accurate, respectful and that it has

something to say.

You do realise that you might not come out too well in this?

I don't expect you to give me any less than I deserve.

You're being arrested for assault.

At this point, I have to advise you that

you do not have to say anything,

but anything that you do say can be taken down and used...

I killed her.

Melissa.

The girl upstairs.

I killed her.

SOBBING

SOBBING

Are you OK in there?

Peg?

Well, get on with it. SHE GASPS

We haven't got all day.

As I thought.

CAR DOOR SLAMS

What you up to in there?

Having a clear-out.

You're going to love this.

Turns out you were right all along.

Melissa Young? Wasn't a suicide.

How do you know?

We had a confession.

Who?

Sellers.

The original arrest was for attacking a pupil.

He went at him with his bloody walking stick.

A couple of PCs show up,

all he wants to talk about is the Melissa girl.

Just kept saying he killed her.

How? How did he kill her?

Strangled.

His version of events - he went up to complain about something,

they argued, he saw the red mist and he choked her.

Oh, hi, Liz. What do you think?

It looks great. Do you need a hand?

How long are you here for, Liz?

Until Joe gets bored of me.

Where's the rest of your family? You sound local.

Used to be. I grew up round here.

We moved to Liverpool about eight years ago.

Oh, why was that?

My mum fell in love with someone. She wanted to start over.

Didn't work out, though.

You know your door's wide open?

-Trying to create a draft. Do you want tea?

-As I'm here.

Careful.

Liz, this is Detective Harper.

He's been investigating upstairs. Did you hear about that?

The dead girl? Yeah, Joe mentioned it.

Liz is Joe's niece.

Joe Sellers? Basement flat?

Yeah, that's right.

Is Joe around now, or...?

-He's at work.

-A teacher, right.

Liz is from Liverpool.

I have Jaffa Cakes. I was saving them, but if you want?

Never say no to a Jaffa Cake.

How often do you visit, Liz?

Every now and then.

Did you ever meet Melissa? The girl upstairs.

No. I...

Not really.

-Big girl - could hardly have missed her.

-I didn't know her.

Just thought I'd ask.

Len? How's it going?

Pretty good. Thought I'd swing by and gloat.

OK if I hand these out? Rub everyone's nose in it?

Yeah, come on in.

I told you all along it was murder.

Yes, can I help you?

I'd like to speak to the person in charge of the Melissa Young enquiry.

Detective Harper, I think it is.

Cheers, Len.

Couldn't resist, could you?

When I'm right, I'm right. And everybody should know it.

We're interviewing Sellers again this afternoon,

-then we'll be formally charging him.

-He's still saying he did it?

Yeah?

Stick her in one of the rooms, will you? I'll be down in two.

Press. Don't leave without saying goodbye.

No, I won't.

-Kieron?

-Hey.

What you up to?

-Thought I'd take you up on that offer of a staff discount.

-Cool.

'You remember you asked me to find out about Liz Fletcher?

'Yeah.'

Yeah, my police mate got back to me this morning.

Were you aware that she moved to Liverpool when she was 17?

Yeah, I heard something about that.

Her mum remarried. Not the nicest guy in the world, either.

'History of drug dealing, sex trafficking.

'May 2008, he's discovered at the family home with a...'

pair of scissors in his oesophagus.

His arsehole?

Throat.

He was dead at the scene.

Your old school mate hasn't been seen since.

Miss Keenan? I'm Detective Sergeant Alice Yapp.

-Hi.

-How can I help you?

I'm writing a piece about Melissa Young.

I was hoping to speak to DI Harper.

DI Harper retired about a month ago.

I've been running the investigation myself.

Then who's the guy that's been coming to the flats every day?

Do you know where Len is?

Where's he gone? Len. Where is he?

I thought he was with you.

Oi, shithead! What the hell were you thinking?!

I wasn't hurting anyone.

I thought if I could get a decent lead, at least prove it was a murder.

We got a confession!

There's another neighbour - Elizabeth Fletcher.

-He didn't mention her, did he?

-He lives alone.

No. He just makes it look that way.

There's an outstanding warrant for this woman. Check for yourself, if you don't believe me.

She's killed before, I think he's taking the blame this time.

Well, then, we'll send a car. We'll pick her up.

She's there right now. She's with a neighbour. I don't trust her.

Please, Alice.

To be honest, I never really noticed him back then.

Boys of that age, they aren't very appealing. Too immature.

But then he shows up here and I thought, "Yeah, why not?"

Quite fancied him.

You slept together?

He screws me every morning.

When you think he's going to work, he isn't. He's inside me!

Couple of floors down, right under your nose, so to speak.

I want you to leave!

YOU don't tell ME when to leave.

This is my home.

This house. This whole building - it's MINE!

This is DS Alice Yapp, I'm responding

to an incident at 8 Coulthard Street.

I used to come in this flat all the time.

They all leave a key with Joe.

They think they can trust him.

How long have you been here?

Feels like for ever.

She was a problem...

..at first.

Melissa?

You got anything in the area that can meet us there?

Joe didn't like her. He warned me.

He said we couldn't trust her.

She hardly ever went out.

She made it difficult for me to get around.

And then one day she caught me red-handed.

What did you do to her?

VIDYA GASPS

DOOR BUZZES

The baby! Come on.

Where is she?

The baby.

It's OK.

Rear garden.

Listen, over the next few days, you're going

to hear a few things about me.

It's nothing I can deny. Nothing I'm ashamed of.

I hope you'll always remember that I never wanted to deceive you.

SHE SOBS

I wanted to hurt HIM.

I wanted to get HIM back - for everything he's ever done to me.

It wasn't about her.

I just...

I just saw an opportunity to take away something that he loved.

You're still that little boy, aren't you?

You're not ready for this.

Not much for a life, is it?

When everything you have can be squeezed

into the proverbial biscuit tin.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

-Hi.

-Oh, hey.

-Hi.

-So, do you need a hand?

-Thank you.

-Hello.

You guys look nice. You going out?

Dinner. Meeting his ex and her new partner.

Sounds terrifying.

I'll report back tomorrow.

I've got a date myself.

If I can get that one to settle.

Let us know how it goes.

-There she is.

-Hiya, Len.

I'll be back by eleven at the latest.

I don't want to see you before one.

Len, I'm exhausted.

It's a first date.

You can't end a first date at eleven o'clock,

it gives out the wrong message.

-And what do you know about dating etiquette?

-I know enough.

Flirting on the internet does not make you Casanova.

I'll try and hold out till twelve.

Twelve-thirty, not a minute before.

-HORN TOOTS

-Oh, my cab's here.

Oh, on your way down, could you slip these through the doors?

Quotes for the roof repairs.

Len, my cab's waiting!

Oh, all right, fine, I'll do it myself. Go.

DOOR BUZZES

-Hello?

-Delivery for Markham.

OK, bring it up.

DOOR BUZZES

Door won't open.

It sticks, I'll come down.

Elaine? You in?

Need a hand getting them upstairs?

It's OK, I can manage.

Hello?

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

FOOTSTEPS

Hello?

SHE FLICKS SWITCH

Is somebody in here?

BABY CRIES

CRYING GROWS LOUDER

Run!

What's going on?

Fatty came up to be nosey. Thought I'd give her a fright.

What are you doing up here?

We were just storing some summer clothes.

Why, are you going to go squealing to Joe?

I wouldn't do that.

Like you wouldn't threaten us with a lawyer?

Don't you ever stop and ask yourself why you live alone?

Look at you.

Who'd ever want to spend time with a blimp like this?

Why are you still with her?

What's the matter, fatty, you jealous?

-She said she's going to leave you.

-Shut up.

She's been looking for another flat.

Then who's going to be alone?

Shut up.

-You are.

-She's making it up, she's making it up.

Why don't you tell her?

-Tell her what you told me!

-I said shut up! Shut up!

Just shut up!

Shut up!

Please! Please!

Please!

Please!

BABY CRIES

VIDYA ON BABY MONITOR: 'Shh, be quiet.'

VIDYA ON BABY MONITOR: 'Shh, be quiet.'

BABY CONTINUES TO CRY GENTLY

'We can't just leave her here!'

Who's going to care?

Who's going to even notice she's gone?

-Someone will...find her.

-Eventually.

If we try and get rid of her, we'll get caught.

If we run away, we'll just look guilty.

As long as we stay here, together, then we'll be safe.

LOFT ACCESS OPENS

SIRENS BLARE

DOOR BUZZES

(I don't want to be alone.)

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