|Transcripts - Forever Dreaming
|01x07 - The Salcombe Selkie
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( Church bell tolls )
Two minutes past six.
I'm impressed. One word - why?
Yeah, she's hot. My mate reckons she's a selkie.
A what? A selkie. A seal who takes a beautiful human form.
A seal? Yeah.
They come on shore when there's a problem they need to sort out.
They're mostly found off the coast of Scotland.
Did you learn that in biology?
No. I didn't say that I think she's a selkie.
Well, it's definitely a mystery.
This is the PM report of a female corpse that floated into Brixham seven months ago.
She was formally identified as Leah Walker.
How? DNA match.
I didn't think two people could have the same DNA.
No, they can't - well, unless they're identical twins - but Leah was an only child.
Right. So...? So, we've got a big question to answer.
Is the person who walked out of the sea really Leah Walker?
Who was buried in Leah's place?
There we go. Right.
OK, can you bring her over to the mortuary?
Oh, my days.
I know it's you!
So, this is what you look like at 6am.
Hi, Clint. Beth.
So, is there a body in Leah's grave, then?
As if we're going to tell you... Yeah. Clint! Sorry.
So, a seal really has stolen Leah's skin?
Your face! Did you honestly think I'd believe that rubbish?
Was there anything else, before you go home?
Yeah. Have you ever declared someone dead while they're still alive?
No. It should never happen.
You were all on your boat, moored off Bolt Head.
Your parents were asleep and you went for a swim.
Yes. At 1am?
I love swimming at night.
We always made her well aware of the risks.
I remember lying on my back, my head in the water, looking up at this amazing, clear sky.
Then suddenly, the water started shaking.
I lifted my head and there was a boat right there, headed straight for me.
..the stars, everything...
It just went black.
All right. And what's the next thing you remember?
Her memory seems to be resetting itself every few hours.
OK, let me get this straight.
You remember everything up until being hit on the head a year ago, but nothing since?
When we first saw her, she said she'd been close to the sea.
Did I? You said it had been dark and you could hear waves.
And you have absolutely no recollection as to how you washed up on Lighthaven beach two days ago?
Show him your arms, Leah.
Any idea how you got those?
They don't hurt.
We need to know what happened to her.
I understand. We'll do our best, Mrs Walker.
So, we can expect a formal apology in due course, can we?
Well, I'm sure the coroner will be in touch... I mean, from you!
For the harassment and insinuation you subjected us to last summer.
Peter... See, we were going through hell...
Mr Walker... ..but that didn't stop you lot, did it?
Muckraking your way through every facet of our lives.
I bet you wish you'd spent a bit longer trying to find Leah now.
With all due respect, sir, you and your wife were the last people to see Leah.
We needed to understand the nature of your relationship with her.
Now, I can understand... Hang on, our relationship with our daughter has always been first class!
You'd better find out who did this.
I'm in total shock, Jane. I've got to be honest.
Yeah? So are Leah's parents.
Seven months ago, you told my predecessor it was their daughter on the slab.
I had a DNA match.
The lab must have mixed up the samples.
Come on. We both know how unlikely that is.
Well, I can't think what else it could be.
Look, I was stressed, OK? Fiona and I...
..our IVF had just failed. The fourth cycle.
Unless you've been through it...
It's not an excuse, but my mind was scrambled.
What I'm saying is, it could have been my mistake.
I might have mixed up the samples myself.
How are you feeling now? A lot better.
Fiona and I gave it one more go and...
When's the baby due? Four weeks.
I'm guessing you're going to have to file a report?
Look, I know I don't deserve it, but go easy on me?
Fiona and I are going to need the money more than ever now.
Dark place, somewhere near the sea.
You got any ideas?
Lighthaven Swingers Club?
Oh, you're a member too, then?
Needle in a haystack job, is it? It's worse than that, actually.
It's like I'm looking for a haystack that a needle used to be in.
Right, what can I do for you? No, don't tell me.
You want to use my missing persons database.
You've forgotten your password and you locked yourself out.
What can I tell you? I'm a detective genius.
Clint called you. He did.
You got anything to go on yet, with your corpse?
Angela? No, nothing yet. You've given her a name?
Yeah. Is that Leah's medical report? Yeah.
"Early diagnosis, anterograde amnesia".
Yeah, or in layman's terms, chronic short-term memory loss.
It's like she remembers everything up until the point of being hit on her head, but nothing since.
Her memory keeps resetting.
Like Dory in Finding Nemo?
Yeah - or me, after three pints of Mick's scrumpy.
It's a bit...convenient, isn't it?
I thought that. Then I looked at the results.
Now, it has healed over, but it wasn't there before she went off the boat.
And she's got a whole chemist's worth of diazepam in her system.
Good for depression. Not great for short-term memory.
Yeah. Well, if the diazepam is responsible for her short-term memory loss, then, hopefully, the effects will be wearing off by now.
It's a sedative, isn't it?
Kind of fits, because, wherever Leah's been, I don't think she was there by choice.
You think she was held against her will?
Look, there it is.
"Indentations on the subject's wrists "suggest prolonged restraint by metallic instrument."
I'd love to come up with another theory.
How was she, when she disappeared?
Messed up her life.
Split up with her boyfriend, failed her A-levels.
Sounds like most of the girls I knew at 18.
The boyfriend, you obviously chased up...
In America, yeah. The parents?
She was an only child. They're academics.
Prefer stones to people, you know the type.
Funny, though - cos I could have sworn they were holding something back last summer.
Not that it matters now, though.
I'm dusting off the "known psychopath" file for this one, aren't I?
( Wave recording plays )
I don't want to do this any more. OK.
( Recording stops )
Leah, if you do think of anything... I know.
Mum... Why have you got a stick?
You've told me already.
I've got cancer, darling.
Is it serious?
Did you get it because of worrying about me?
I was just unlucky.
But the important thing is that, having you back, I feel so much better.
( Doorbell rings )
I thought you'd taken your own life.
We both did.
Because of what was happening to you and... what we said.
( Door shuts )
Come on through. She's in here.
Someone to see you.
You remember your godfather, Tim?
I hope she does! I never missed a birthday.
Come here, you.
And it's lovely to see you both.
There's a do for Leah Walker later, up at the Sailing Club.
I've got to work, love. But I want to go.
Here. Scotch Wendy reckons there's male selkies, as well.
These male selkies come onshore and seek out sexually unsatisfied women.
They're completely irresistible and totally insatiable.
Isn't that right, Mick?
What can I say? I've been rumbled.
So, Angela, you were Caucasian, somewhere between 17 and 19.
Most likely cause of death, drowning.
Signs of a slight curvature in the spine.
Not yet managed to get a DNA sample from you, but that's normally a problem when you've been in damp soil for a while.
So, here's what's confusing - you're five foot three.
That's three inches shorter than Leah Walker.
So, of all the people that George Flemington examined, why did he get you so wrong?
Mum, hurry up! Oh! No! Not over that!
Thanks for that! What? How is that my fault?
The party started half an hour ago, by the way.
Yes, all right!
All right? Hey.
What are you doing here? I thought you were working.
Beth insisted. Beth?
She and Mum are a bit obsessed with the miracle girl.
Right. And you have absolutely no interest whatsoever, right?
She's alive, isn't she? Why would I be?
That's right, I forgot. Of course.
Oh, you know - EastEnders is on tonight, isn't it?
Ah. DS Higgins?
Yeah, that's right.
Tim Morris. We met last summer.
So, what do you think? Where's she been?
We're investigating a couple of avenues, you know?
Well, I'm very glad that you and your beautiful wife could make it.
I'm...not his wife.
Well, then...have fun.
He's such an idiot.
So, are you getting anywhere?
We've identified a couple of males in the area.
Both out of prison in the last two years, both with previous that suggests they're capable of kidnap.
So, I'll give them a visit tomorrow.
I just got a flashback, then.
Ian Twitchett's 18th birthday party.
We were standing right here.
You don't remember?
Course I do!
We were going through everyone at the party, predicting where they'd be in 20 years' time.
I'll go and get a drink.
Yeah, I could use one myself.
Hello, Leah. Hi.
Sorry, have we...? I'm Beth. I moved here not long ago.
Look, if you ever want to chat, you know, to someone who's not the police, or someone in a white coat... Thanks.
There is something about her, isn't there?
Hey, I wonder if she used to surf.
What's he doing here?
His wife's about to drop. It's his last night out this decade.
All right, George?
Blimey. That's not his first drink of the evening.
He's got a nerve.
Maybe he's come to say sorry. "Sorry"?
George is a good man. He's in my Black Dog darts team.
He screwed up, big time.
Don't hang the bloke.
You never messed things up and regretted it straightaway?
I know I have.
Please don't tell me what to think.
I used to do a lot of boarding, actually - at my school.
Cool. Where did you go?
St Tristan's does surfing?
I thought you were all just a bunch of swots there.
Oh! BOARDING school. Right!
Wait... St Tristan's is, like, ten miles from here.
Why were you boarding there, if you live here?
My parents are into two things - their jobs and each other.
I just got in the way.
Hi, Clint. Want to grab a drink?
I'm fine, thanks.
That's my boss.
Hello. I'm Jane. Welcome back. Jane's a coroner.
She's trying to work out who was buried in your grave.
Well, it was nice to meet you, Clint. Bye.
Too much information?
Don't worry about it.
In an hour, she'll forget she ever met you.
Leah. Leah! They're going to laugh at you.
Do you want them to laugh at you?
Stop being such a child! I am sorry.
Get off me!
Can we just talk about it?
( Music plays )
That was a great party, Gina. Thank you.
Hey. You all right?
Yeah. Why shouldn't I be?
Thought you went ages ago, George!
I forgot something. Mind scrambled again?
Bit harsh, isn't it? Fair.
You need to hear this.
What's that, Mr Walker? Leah's remembered something.
It's the painting.
Leah? I've seen this recently.
You mean, since your accident?
This exact picture? Yes.
Did you see it here?
It was in a room.
( Man breathes heavily )
There were no windows.
There was an orange lamp.
( Girl's sobbing echoes )
Music: I'm Not The Only One by Sam Smith
( Knocks at door )
Mind if I turn this down? Well...
Right, so last night, I went to see that artist that did the painting.
Turns out he lives in Westchurch.
Do you know it's 7.30?
Yeah. Anyway... Helpful bloke.
Gave me a list of people that he knows that bought the prints.
Tim Morris has one? Yup.
Bit of a coincidence, isn't it?
You don't think he kidnapped Leah, though, do you?
Well, it might be worth checking out, especially since you heard them rowing.
Gina Morris would have noticed. Not necessarily.
Right, have a look at this.
Tim Morris's holiday homes.
All in the South Hams. I got it off the internet.
You have been a busy boy.
Have a look at this one.
According to the lettings agent's website, it was taken off the market last summer. It's being "upgraded".
Now, I can't get a search warrant with what I've got.
And the lettings agent guy, he knows me.
You want me to get the keys?
Well, you've got a lower profile than I have around here, no offence.
And a nicer pair of pins.
Come on, what do you say? You can come with me, if you like?
All right, I'll get dressed.
Nice one, Davey.
Not exactly a dungeon, is it?
More like a love nest.
They can't find Tim Morris?
No. I was the last one to see him head out of the Sailing Club.
So, what's this lead on Angela? Ah, French girl.
Isabelle Freres. 19.
Got on a ferry at Roscoff in June last year, no record of her since.
And check out the height.
Ah, five foot three. Look at you, Sherlock.
OK, let's get her records sent through from France. OK.
Leah, is this where you were?
I'll kill him.
She wasn't faking it, so I've doubled up the team out looking for Morris.
I'm getting that face.
I don't make that face!
So what you're saying is, Morris kidnapped Leah after he hit her with the boat? Yeah.
Did he hit her deliberately? Possibly.
So she'd lose her memory? No. He got lucky there.
My point is, he would have kidnapped her whatever.
I didn't hear waves from that basement?
All I know is, something really bad happened to Leah down there.
Her memory comes back and Morris does a runner. How does that look to you?
Not good for Morris.
Do I really make that face?
Any joy identifying your skeleton? Fingers crossed.
There's a French girl. She's the right age.
( Mobile phone )
Yeah, I know. You're all right.
Forensics reckon he's been dead between eight and 14 hours.
They think he was pushed, hit his head on that. Ouch.
Maybe they didn't want him to finish this.
"Dear Peter and Molly, this is the hardest note..."
I didn't think people wrote letters any more.
I guess they do if it's important. Any sign of forced entry?
No. I think he knew the killer pretty well.
He must have dropped this in the struggle.
Do you know who it belongs to?
I left that phone... in my jacket pocket.
When I took my jacket from the cloakroom at the end of the evening, it wasn't there. It was gone.
There were no-one else's fingerprints on it.
You're loving this, aren't you?
You've dreamed of having me here.
No, not really.
So where did you go after the party? Home.
With Molly and Leah.
Molly went to bed.
Leah and I talked. All night?
There was a lot to talk about.
Now, Mr Walker...
..I don't have kids.
But I do understand how angry you must feel.
And so will a judge, so I think, if you confess now, you'll probably have the whole of Devon on your side.
Why would I have killed Tim?
Last night, he was still my best friend.
Someone else die? No. No!
Some clever scientist has managed to get usable DNA from a corpse.
How perfectly charming. I don't want people to die, Mick.
No, but it keeps you in a job, don't it? Well, yes.
So if Tim Morris was killed on his boat, how come that house of his is a crime scene?
Which house? Skylight.
Even if I knew, I wouldn't be able to tell you, would I, Mick?
That's all right. I reckon I could guess. Go on, then.
That was Morris' love palace. What do you mean?
You know, where he took all his "other women".
Morris was a player, Jane. You must have worked that one out.
Where's all this come from? John "the Join".
Does odd carpentry jobs for Morris. Did, I should say.
On his holiday lets and the like.
Apparently, Morris stopped renting out Skylight last summer.
Every time John's been in since, he reckons he can smell perfume.
Not only that, but different perfume every time.
Jane Kennedy from the Coroner's Office. I need to speak to Leah.
I don't know.
Well, do you know when she'll be back?
She left a note.
What did she take with her? Just her bike.
That girl has absolutely nothing to be sorry about.
I've been the worst mother I could be.
Molly, did anything happen between you and Leah last summer?
Any problem you and your husband didn't tell the police about?
Please. It could help us find her.
She came to us, me and Peter... a week before she disappeared.
She was pregnant.
A one-night thing, you know, but...
Leah had made up her mind to keep the baby.
And what did you say?
I wasn't sympathetic...
Neither of us were.
She'd just messed up her A-levels.
We'd spent a lot of money on her.
We said some terrible, terrible things.
Just when she needed us most.
What is it? Leah wasn't held in Skylight.
I've just spoken to a carpenter who swears he's been in and out of there all year.
That doesn't change anything. Peter Walker probably killed Tim Morris. I need to speak to Leah.
She's his alibi. Davey, she's run away. What?
You were right. Her parents were holding something back last summer.
All right, Sarge?
No sign of anyone. Right.
Is that it?
( Train toots )
( Mobile phone )
Hi, Beth. You OK?
Are you sure it's her?
OK, Beth, do not let her out of your sight.
It's really important. Do you understand?
We'll be there as soon as we can. OK, love. Bye.
She's in Kingsport.
( Mobile phone )
( Car screeches to a halt )
I can't see you, Beth. Where are you?
Hurry up! I see you.
Nice one, Beth.
What do we do now?
Water taxi! Water taxi, I need your boat.
Doesn't this thing go any faster? Six knots only on the river.
Look, they're heading for that gin palace over there.
Where am I going to find the girl, mate?
You're going to find her in two. Room two? Room two.
She's in room two, apparently.
Either that or he's telling me to get me off his boat.
It's down there.
Look, do you want to go and get her? Why?
I don't know. You're a mother. You've got a daughter.
Mind if I sit down?
Bit compact, but I guess you get used to it.
I see they kept your things for you.
There was never anything wrong with your memory, was there?
Did Tim always take you to Skylight to do it?
He got you pregnant, didn't he?
Come on, Leah, you can't keep running.
Tim said, if I had the baby, his life would be over.
He was threatening me.
So I finally decided to tell my parents.
That was a big deal, right?
We weren't close.
All right, then what?
They lost it too.
I didn't even mention Tim.
Mum just went off on this rant about how having me young was her "biggest mistake".
That I'd cost her a "stellar" career.
But at least she had an education.
I've already messed mine up.
And Dad... just... sat there.
I never felt like they particularly needed me.
But in that moment...
I felt like I barely existed.
All I could think was that, maybe when I was dead, they would finally appreciate me.
But you didn't kill yourself. I couldn't.
Not with a baby inside me.
So you got yourself a job on this boat.
And you called yourself...
Where do you go on this thing?
Someone at school videoed my funeral.
Put it on YouTube.
I watched it.
It was horrible.
My parents... seeing them like that.
I hardly recognised them.
I think that's why I miscarried.
Didn't you want to go back then and there?
But I was scared.
So you hid on the boat?
My dad has a Facebook page.
Mostly for his students.
One day he put this message on saying that Mum had got some bad news from the doctors.
I knew he meant she was dying.
So I decided to come back.
Oleg, the boat owner, said we'd be back in Devon in two months.
But I needed some kind of a story, so I bought some handcuffs and slept in them every night.
And I started taking pills. What about the fractured skull?
A few weeks after I came on board, I was jumping off the boat and I hit the side.
I really did have to be fished out the water.
Tim treated you badly over the baby. I get that.
But...framing him for kidnap?
Tim and I only actually had s*x once.
And it was...
I liked him.
But I wasn't ready.
I told him, but he...
It was my first time.
I thought that's what it was like.
And this was in that basement?
I grew up a lot on this boat.
When I confronted Tim at the party, I expected some remorse or... guilt or something.
You know what you did, Tim.
Darling, you came to that house alone.
What did you expect? What did you think was going to happen? Not that!
I'm going to the police. Leah.
Leah! They'll laugh at you. Do you want them to laugh at you?
That was when I decided he had to pay.
And he did.
Has my dad confessed?
Not the greatest day of Peter Walker's life.
Yes. I've just been handed these, actually.
I think his fortunes might be about to turn a corner.
You always said it was taking its toll, George.
Wasn't the stress, though, was it?
It was the cash. Sorry, mate, you've lost me.
Your bank statements...mate.
Erm...what's this about?
Tim Morris knew, though, didn't he?
Sailing Club grapevine.
And he was pretty sure he was the reason Leah had committed suicide.
Seeing Peter and Molly suffering every day, that made it worse, so he made you an offer.
A body for the Walkers to grieve over in exchange for as many IVF treatments as you needed. You couldn't resist.
Sorry...what exactly are you...?
The money trail, George. It's all here. Tim, you, the IVF clinic.
Everything would have been great until Leah came back to life.
At the party, Tim was convinced she was going to accuse him of rape.
He told you he was going to admit his affair with Leah to Peter and Molly, try and legitimise the situation, so he went back to his boat to write a letter, but you knew the police heat on Morris would expose your collaboration and you weren't going to miss the birth of your first child.
I'm going to go to prison.
George, right now, you are the last thing I'm bothered about.
Must have been terrifying, George.
But somehow you were calm enough to go back to the cloakroom at the Sailing Club, and you took Peter Walker's mobile phone from his coat pocket.
A man about to find out his best friend had seduced his daughter.
And you framed him.
George Flemington, I'm arresting you for the murder of Tim Morris.
I am so sorry.
I think your mum and I have...
..I don't know, done a very bad job of showing how much we care.
There's a place in my darts team if you fancy it? Tempting!
I've just heard back from Interpol. Angela's DNA didn't match.
What, with that French girl? No. With anyone in the world.
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