(pensive music playing)
(radio beeps)
(operator) Marion Crownshaw,
pathologist attending.
(radio beeps)
(car engine stops)
(car door slams)
-(dog barking in the distance)
-(indistinct radio chatter)
-Hey.
-(Roberts) Hey.
-(Ayesha) What happened?
-(Roberts) Old lady,
they think it's a suicide.
-But is she still
-(Roberts) No,
-they just carted her off.
-What about the husband?
Down at the station.
He was in bits, poor bloke.
Do you mind if I
-She was a friend of a friend.
-(Roberts) Oh, right.
Yeah.
-Okay, yeah, go ahead.
-Yeah.
(pensive music continues)
-Hello. Something interesting?
-(gasps)
-Not really. You?
-(music concludes)
(inhales) Well, suicides tend to be
messy. Not this one.
Very tidy. Not just a note,
a folder with tabs.
What she took, when she took it,
where she got it.
When did she, erm, pass?
Midnight, early hours,
cold to the touch
when he got home at 7:00.
-(sighs)
-Anyway, very tidy.
In one way, I wish
they were all like this.
Ah, well, back to the slab.
-(indistinct chatter in distance)
-(sighs)
(breathes sharply)
(gasps, sighs)
(groans)
(dog whimpers)
(sighs)
(sombre music playing)
(sighs)
(breathes shakily)
(music concludes)
(radio presenter)
Rousseau said that we differ
from the animal kingdom
in the use of language,
and our ability to learn it
has been held up traditionally
as our species' most remarkable
achievement, marking us apart
Hiya.
but in the 20th century,
our ideas about how language
is formed are being
radically challenged or altered.
To discuss how and why
(breathes deeply)
-How was the film?
-(Phil) Yeah, it was good.
Well, fairly good.
How was bridge?
(Nigel) How many times
did you watch it?
What?
-(fridge door closes)
-You must think I'm an utter fool.
-I don't know what you mean.
-Please, don't.
What time did you get in?
(gasps softly)
I'm assuming you were with him.
Right, well,
now we're getting somewhere.
-It's not what you think.
-Oh, what is it, then?
What is this?
-It's humiliating.
-Nigel
Sneaking around like a teenager.
Creeping in at 1:00 am, smelling
of whiskey and cigarettes and him.
You're far too old for all of that.
And so am I.
I think you
should leave.
-You don't mean that.
-Yes, I do.
-You don't.
-Yes, I bloody do!
I spent our whole marriage,
that's most of my life,
Phil, looking after you,
looking after us,
keeping things ticking over
so that you can run around
being brilliant,
and never complaining
about anything.
And I could have.
I could have done the same thing,
believe me, there was sympathy.
-Nigel, I
-(Nigel) But I didn't.
I was happy waiting,
waiting for this bit.
The good bit.
Window cleaners, car MOTs,
parents' evenings,
Brownies, flute club,
Kate's friends coming
for sleepovers.
People thought
I was a widower, Phil.
Oh, what do you want, Nigel?
A medal?
No, just a bit of respect.
(seat belt clicks)
(sombre music playing)
(car engine starts)
-(sobs)
-(Stone) I know this is hard.
(David) Yeah, go ahead, carry on.
You got back at 7:00 am?
And when did you leave the hotel?
Er about 5:00 am.
-And why did you leave so early?
-(David) Well, I
I couldn't face breakfast.
Dinner was bad enough.
Pompous old windbags,
the lot of them. (sniffles)
And I wanted to get home
to Marion.
It's okay, Mr Crownshaw,
take your time.
(sighs)
Did Marion give you any indication
that she might
No, of course not.
(Livingstone) You're a doctor,
aren't you?
Was.
Do you know how she got
hold of the drugs?
-Did she ask for your help?
-No.
If I had known, I would have
told someone, got rid of them.
I mean, I had no idea
they were in the house.
-What did she take?
-She left a list,
but the post-mortem
will tell us for sure.
What? Really?
Do you have to do that?
-Standard procedure.
-I mean, carve her up, though?
They'll be minimally invasive.
Can't she be left in peace?
Hasn't she suffered enough?
Okay, we'll wrap this up now.
-We'll get you home.
-(pensive music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
(David) How am I going to get home?
(Stone) We'll get you a car.
This way, I'll take you home.
Come on.
(indistinct chatter)
-I'm so sorry for your loss.
-Thank you.
I only met Marion briefly.
She seemed lovely.
She was.
(Ayesha) Must have come
as a horrible shock.
It was. Well, it is.
Where's this bloody car?
Were you surprised she could do
all that? The drugs, the folder?
What is all this?
I've just answered
all these questions.
-My wife has just died.
-(car approaches)
I'm very sorry.
(driver) Jump
in the back there, sir.
Thank you.
(doorbell rings)
(breathes heavily) Can I come in?
(door closes)
-So, Nigel thinks you were
-Here, with you.
(sighs)
It was that,
or tell him everything.
-(Ken) Have you slept?
-(breathes heavily)
Me neither.
-(cutlery clicking)
-(sighs)
I thought I had some coffee.
-Tea's fine, anything.
-(Ken) Mm.
-I wasn't expecting anyone.
-It's fine, Ken.
What will you do?
I don't know. Hotel
Kate's
although I'm not sure
how that would go down,
I'm already public enemy
number one there.
Stay here.
You shouldn't be alone.
Really?
It's not much,
there's a room and a bed.
-It's just for a few nights.
-As long as you need, Phil.
(sombre music playing)
-(David kisses)
-(kisses)
Thanks for coming.
I think I'm going out
of my mind a bit.
It's all right, David,
it's all right.
-Is it?
-Yes.
They took me to the station
for questioning.
Then there's the post-mortem,
an autopsy.
It's routine, and they'll find it
all checks out.
That girl,
sniffing about the place.
Ayesha?
We were careful, you mustn't worry.
It was peaceful,
exactly how she wanted it.
(breathes deeply)
Thank you, thank you.
I think I must be in shock.
Of course.
You need to let yourself grieve.
And don't worry about the police,
I'll take care of that.
-(cabinet creaks)
-What are you after?
Ice? Lemon?
(Ken) Should be some ice here,
and lemon
Hmm. Er, here you go.
-Do you want one?
-No, I'm okay.
-(mobile phone buzzes)
-Sorry. Er
It's Nigel.
(sighs) Hmm.
(mobile phone buzzes)
-Hi, Nigel.
-I just heard about Marion.
I can't believe it.
First Tom and now this.
It's a terrible shock.
Are you all right? Where are you?
I'm fine, I'm, er
at a hotel.
I've booked a few nights.
-(Nigel) Which one?
-Look, I'd better go, Nigel.
I'll call you in the morning.
Yes, okay.
Night.
(sighs)
-I'm sorry about that. (sighs)
-Mm.
(indistinct chatter over radio)
(mobile phone ringing)
(sighs)
-(chuckles)
-(Ayesha) Hi, Mum.
Where are you?
Er, I'm just about to go
for dinner with some of the team.
Ah, that's nice, work friends,
where are you going?
Er, pizza, I think.
I hope you're not just eating junk,
Ayesha.
What is it, Mum?
The movers are coming next week,
and I won't have a lot of room
for your dad's stuff
in the new flat.
Of course.
(Famya) And we can
go through his things,
his books. I thought Tuesday.
-Tuesday I'm on night shift
-Wednesday, then?
Yeah, Wednesday could work.
Sorry, Mum, I have to go now.
Have fun with your friends.
(indistinct chatter over radio)
(host 1 over radio) How does
the brain generate creative ideas
and what role does neuroaesthetics
play in this creative process?
(host 2 over radio) Well, that's
a very interesting question
I don't bother
just cooking for one.
Jean cooks me fish pie, stew
and I alternate.
When Kate was little
and we were both working,
we lived on Birds Eye and Findus.
I'll go to the shops tomorrow.
It's perfect, Ken.
It's good of you to have me.
Well, any port in a storm.
To Marion.
To Marion.
(gulps)
(gentle music playing)
(Phil sighs)
-(knocking on door)
-Come in.
Towels.
Thank you.
(sighs) Hey, Phil.
Mm-hmm?
I'm sorry about Nigel.
(door closes)
(sighs)
(sighs)
(sighs)
(footsteps thudding)
(car engine starting)
(Ayesha) Well, thank you
for doing this,
in the circumstances.
-(indistinct chatter)
-I'm so sorry to hear about Marion.
Thank you.
-How's everyone doing?
-As well as can be expected.
-David is very upset, of course.
-Of course.
Not helped by you grilling him
outside the station.
Not great, that.
I talked him out of a complaint.
Isn't it strange, though?
Well, you saw Marion.
Wouldn't she have needed some help?
Well, come on, then, Detective,
build your case.
Okay. (sighs, clears throat)
Erm, the medications, dosages,
the order of it, the precision,
David, he was the doctor.
And he's 100 miles away, in London.
Marion could be very determined.
Marion and Tom were brother
and sister.
The fact that they both ended
this way, it feels
Tom's death was an accident,
that's just a matter of record.
Have you got any evidence,
or is this just a kite
you're flying?
It was an instinct, a feeling.
And you always trust
your instincts?
Like when you sent the team
to the wrong address, like that?
A bit of a shock
for the old couple.
He had to go to hospital.
He made a full recovery,
and I sent flowers.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.
Clear data breach.
-That was just a mistake.
-(Phil) And we all make them
and we all deserve another chance.
Look, Ayesha, mentor to mentee
just be careful.
Well, what's "True love"?
-(tense music playing)
-I'm sorry?
It was something Marion said
when I visited them.
Have you never heard the song?
You must.
(chuckles) It's a classic.
(indistinct chatter)
-(Albert) Granny!
-Hello! (kisses) Happy birthday.
Hello! (kisses, laughs)
(mouthing) Hello.
They're highly adept at camouflage,
that means they're hard to see.
And the males carry
the eggs during pregnancy
-and give birth to the young.
-(Albert groans)
Come on,
there's plenty more to see.
Go on.
Don't run.
I mean,
I genuinely don't know what to say.
Well, if you can't say
anything nice,
-don't say anything at all.
-Don't say anything at all, yeah,
that would suit you nicely,
wouldn't it?
We know where you're staying.
-"A hotel".
-It seemed the kindest thing.
Kind? A bit late for that,
isn't it? I mean, look at him.
He threw me out.
Yeah, it was out of pride.
He'd have you back in an instant.
Yes.
Unless it's what, love, suddenly?
I don't know, Kate.
(scoffs) Coming from a woman
who's never been capable
of love her entire life.
I can't make them come out, Albert.
They're seahorses,
they do what they like.
(children chattering)
(vacuum cleaner whirring)
-Oh, Jean.
-I did knock.
(vacuum cleaner turns off)
It's an invitation
to the christening.
-Samuel asked me to drop it in.
-Hmm.
-Dahlia Alana Holding.
-Dahlia, she's pretty.
It's beautiful, Kenneth,
she's beautiful.
Look, you are coming,
they all want you to come.
Jean, please.
-Kenneth?
-(Ken) Hmm?
What are you doing?
(irritated) Jean,
I'm cleaning my house.
You know what I'm talking about.
It hurts me to see you like this.
I mean, she brings you nothing
but but pain.
It's been 50 years,
she married someone else.
-It's pure foolishness.
-Then it's my foolishness!
-I'll leave this here.
-(Ken) Mm-hmm.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(sighs)
MUSIC: "True Love"
by Bing Crosby & Grace Kelly.
♪ While I give to you ♪
(indistinct chatter)
♪ And you give to me
♪ True love
♪ True love ♪
-(Ayesha) Roberts?
-Yeah?
How'd you get on
with that sudden death?
Marion Crownshaw?
Oh, it's all done, toxicology
came back and confirmed suicide.
-Is that it?
-What do you mean?
Nothing.
Okay.
(keys jingling)
-(Ken) You need a hand?
-I'm fine.
(bag thuds)
(sighs) Coffee, tonic, shower gel.
-While you were out
-Bugger.
-What?
-Lemons.
It's the one thing I went out for,
mind's like a sieve.
David called
the results came back.
It's as we expected,
all done and dusted
we can lay her to rest.
-(sobbing)
-(sombre music playing)
-(shushes)
-I'm sorry.
It's okay, it's okay.
(sobbing) It's just
this bloody day.
I know, I know.
-It's okay. Come on, come on.
-(sobs)
(indistinct chatter)
You coming to the pub?
No, I've got a few things
to finish.
I'm buying, no excuses.
First Tom Richards on his boat,
then Marion Crownshaw,
brother and sister,
just months apart.
-Do you want another one?
-Er, no, I'm fine, thanks.
Have you eaten?
And Dennis Wilkins,
he was a friend of theirs,
died just last year,
one accident, one suicide,
well, and who knows
what happened to Dennis.
So, what are you saying?
I'm saying it feels like
a bit of a coincidence.
Look, in the nicest possible way,
are you getting a bit obsessed
with this?
You didn't see Marion.
Okay, there's no way she could have
planned all this, done it herself.
(Daniel) And what about
the husband?
I think he's in on it,
what do you think?
I think that we should go and have
half-price bang bang prawns.
For f*ck's sake, Daniel.
What if they're helping each other
to die?
-So, what if they are?
-(Ayesha) Assisted suicide,
-it's a crime.
-(Daniel) But should it be?
If someone's old or ill,
they're gonna die soon anyway.
And where do you draw the line?
What, who gets to choose?
-Look, all I'm saying is
-No, no, tell me, Daniel.
old people, you're writing off,
who else?
Vulnerable people,
-people with disabilities?
-No, stop putting words
-in my mouth.
-Maybe people you just don't like
-the look of.
-Come on, Ayesh, I'm not saying
that.
I'm saying if they want to.
With their consent.
How do you know
they've given their consent?
What about the people
they've left behind?
-(Daniel) Where are you going?
-Oh, it's only old people,
isn't it? Who gives a sh*t?
Night, Daniel.
(gentle music playing)
This is good, Phil.
What happened to your marriage?
-It was a long time ago.
-(Phil) Oh, come on.
I've just set mine on fire,
who's judging?
I behaved badly
I wasn't good to be around.
(Phil) A job like yours,
it can't have been easy.
You come back from deployment,
you're wired, you know?
(sighs)
Then home
(sighs) family life.
I couldn't, erm
I wasn't good at it.
I missed the buzz,
the danger.
I'm ashamed to say
that I went looking for it
outside my marriage.
You were young.
Er, I told myself
it was mutual (sighs)
that we both married
the wrong person.
As it turned out,
she didn't feel like that.
What you saw
in your line of work,
you know, what you had to do
it might have done some damage.
Nah. I was an as*h*le, Phil,
that's all.
So, what are you wearing,
for the christening?
Oh, no, not you too. I'm not going.
(Phil) I saw the invite
in the kitchen,
-they want you
-The invite came from Jean.
-Your son invites you.
-Yeah, I haven't seen him
since he was 17.
He's 30 years, something now,
he's managed fine without me.
Your granddaughter's getting
christened,
-don't you want to be there?
-It's too late.
You don't think you deserve
another chance?
No.
I thought I'd get myself
something new.
All my good things
are for funerals.
I can't wear black
to a christening
assuming you wanted me
to come with you.
MUSIC: "Watch Me" by Labi Siffre
♪ Da-dum-da, dum-da-dum-da
Da-da-da-da, dum-da, dum-da-dum-da
♪ Da-da-da-da, dum-da, dum-da
Dum-da, da-da-da-da, dum-da
♪ Da-dum-da, dum-da-dum-da
Da-da-da-da, dum-da, dum-da-dum-da
♪ Da-da-da-da, dum-da, dum-da
Dum-da, da-da-da-da, dum-da
♪ Watch me when you call my name
♪ See me sparkle, see me flame
♪ Singing a song, playing a game
♪ Oh, I'm so glad you came
♪ Da-da-da, da-dum-da-da
Da-da-da-da, dum-da, dum-da, dum-da
♪ Da-da-da-da, dum-da, dum-da
Dum-da, da-da-da-da, dum-da
♪ Watch me when you look my way
♪ See me smiling
Be my night and day ♪
(pastor) And we must be born again
water and the spirit.
Dahlia Alana Holding.
I baptise you
in the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit.
-(grumbles, cries)
-(pastor) Amen.
♪ I love you
♪ Make you a rhyme, I love you
♪ Say it in mine ♪
(indistinct chatter)
♪ Da-dum-da, dum-da-dum-da
Da-da-da-da, dum-da, dum-da-dum-da
♪ Da-da-da-da, dum-da, dum-da
Dum-da, da-da-da-da, dum-da
♪ Da-dum-da, dum-da-dum-da
Da-da-da-da, dum-da, dum ♪
-(song concludes)
-(radio beeps)
PC Kareem, where are you?
Just, you know, on patrol, sir.
I'm tracking your GPS.
What are you doing
out in the sticks?
That's not your beat.
Smear test, sir.
-(telephone ringing)
-(indistinct chatter)
You make sure
I don't hear that one again
for at least three years.
Yes, sir, I'll be back in an hour.
You come and see me
when you're back.
(Ayesha) Yes, Sarge.
(pensive music playing)
(system voice)
In 300 yards, turn left.
(Margaret) Are you looking
for somebody?
Just up there.
Yeah, yeah,
I thought we'd find him here. Ah.
Is there someone
who could remember the day?
The service, the vicar, maybe?
No, we don't have
a proper vicar anymore.
It's pot luck these days.
-What do you mean?
-Locums, you know, fill-ins,
it changes all the time.
Well, is there somewhere
people go after a service?
Er, a village hall?
Yeah, pubs, mainly.
The Black Horse is the closest,
a bit further but a bit nicer
is The Knot,
you know, The True lover's Knot?
A proper old pub with decent beer,
and the food's good.
(indistinct chatter)
-(baby cries)
-(Samuel hums)
(Ken) Hello.
Dad.
-Hi, Sammy.
-It's Sam.
Yeah, yeah, Sam.
Thank you for the invitation, son.
It was Terrie and Jean.
Well, I'm glad you're here.
(sighs) Yeah.
Erm you want to hold her?
-Er
-(Samuel) Go on, go on.
-(Ken) Er Oh.
-There we go.
(soft music playing)
Oh, my
Oh, my
Beautiful.
(guests chattering, laughing)
-Philippa.
-Jean.
They make a picture, don't they?
I've been waiting for this day
for a long time.
I never expected it
to happen like this.
He works in mysterious ways, Jean.
-(laughs, babbles)
-(babbles)
(birds chirping)
(pensive music playing)
-Can I help you, love?
-Oh. Yeah.
(chuckles softly)
(music concludes)
Ah, here they are,
do you remember them?
Er, a funeral party
in their seventies?
Oh, God, yeah,
up half the night drinking me dry.
It's the old ones you want
to watch less to lose.
Do you remember them talking
about anything?
Glory days stuff mostly,
usual, you know?
-Yeah. Er, may I take a picture?
-Oh, yes.
True Lover's Knot,
it's an unusual name for a pub.
(chuckles) Only one in the country.
Full tale's on the beer mats,
-a tragic tale of love gone wrong.
-(pensive music playing)
Er, it was a suicide pact?
-Dead romantic. (chuckles)
-(chuckles softly)
(MUSIC: "Candy" by Cameo
playing over stereo)
-(guest) Oh, yeah!
-(guests chattering, laughing)
-You not dancing? Come on.
-Ah.
-(Terrie) Hey!
-Oh
(Terrie laughs)
There you go, cute!
(DJ) Grab that someone special,
if you know she's royal, tell her!
(guests cheer)
(MUSIC: "She's Royal"
by Tarrus Riley plays over stereo)
♪ She's royal, yeah, so royal
♪ And I need her in my life
♪ I never knew anyone ♪
(song fades out)
(chuckles, sniffs)
(breathes heavily)
MUSIC: "I've Been Loving You
Too Long" by Otis Redding
♪ I been loving you
-♪ Too long ♪
-(breathes shakily)
-I haven't done this in a while.
-Neither have I.
♪ You were tired
♪ And you want to be free
♪ My love is growing stronger
♪ As you become a habit to me ♪
(breathes heavily)
♪ Ooh, I've been loving you
♪ Too long
♪ I don't wanna stop now
♪ Oh
♪ Oh, I've been loving you
♪ A little too long
♪ I don't wanna stop now
♪ Oh, oh
♪ Don't make me stop now
♪ I love you, I love you
I love you with all my heart
♪ And I can't stop now
♪ Please, please, please
Please don't
♪ I've been loving you
♪ A little too long ♪
(song concludes)
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