28x04 - Homecoming - Part 2

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Victim is 60-year-old estate agent
Philip Chalmers.

- Who found the body?
- His daughter Alice.

Dad just did estate agent work to
pay the bills. He wasn't too involved.

The injuries are multiple and severe
but quite distinctive.

Claw hammer.

MEG: I know you've been on edge

ever since McNiece was granted
a hearing.

That's fair enough, isn't it?

Pity about old Philip Chalmers,
isn't it?

The market for long form has blown up.

Singh is doing a deep dive into
our days at Thamesmead.

Heron Point in particular.

Tests revealed
the presence of mesothelioma -

a type of cancer.

Oh, my God!

Tina, come on, please,
just take a breath.

Excuse me, we need to speak to you.

Unidentified female DNA was recovered

from the scene of five murders
in a tower block in Thamesmead.

They were bludgeoned to death
with a hammer.

MUFFLED SCREAM

♪ Testator silens

♪ Costestes e spiritu

♪ Silencium

♪ Testator silens. ♪

PIANO PLAYS SOFTLY

METALLIC GRINDING

METAL CLATTERS ON TABLE

I reckon.

We're running 'round in circles here.

I don't deny approaching
Philip Chalmers about a story.

Approaching? You doorstepped
him at work, didn't you?

His colleagues said
he had to hustle you out.

He preferred to talk outside. We did.

And what were you talking about?

My story.

The subject of which, as I've said,

I'm not prepared to disclose.

Nor can you compel me to.

At the very least,
she is a material witness

in a historic case of multiple m*rder.

And she resisted arrest at your flat.

So who is she, Harry?

Her name.

On second thoughts,

I'd like to call my lawyer.

KNOCKING

DOOR OPENS

INAUDIBLE WHISPERING

Victim is a Bruce Morgan-Jones.

Former head of Thamesmead Council.

Where Chalmers was
Chief Environmental Officer?

- One and the same.
- Contemporaries?

Morgan-Jones recruited Chalmers.

Paramedics have given
an account of where they went,

reference footwear marks have
been taken for elimination.

Listen, it's bad.

Same overkill as last time,
but messier,

more savage.

They're unravelling fast.

We've got to get ahead of them.

Paramedics said
they took one path, in and out,

which helps.

There's a concentration

of overlapping shoeprints
near the body.

One set appears to be a visual match

to the waffle print recovered
from the Chalmers scene.

Size seven, maybe.

One set appears to belong
to the victim.

There's a fourth set of prints
'round here.

Smaller, pointed,

size four or five, something like that.

So, four sets of prints.

Paramedic, victim,

perpetrator...

..unknown.

Two offenders, maybe?

Unknown.

There's extensive blunt-force trauma
to the face and head.

The injuries are paired
linear lacerations,

almost rectangular in shape.

They're asymmetrical, too.

Just like with Philip Chalmers.

Another exceptionally brutal attack.

This key ring,

I don't think it fell out
of his pocket, do you?

Slide marks in the blood with
some corresponding spatter.

Partial bloody print?

- Looks like a washing-up glove.
- Mm-hm.

Think they pinched some gloves?

Maybe. The least of their crimes.

They adapted
to an unexpected situation.

Improvised.

TORCH CLICKS

CAMERA CLICKS

Looks like Unknown
went deeper into the house.

Got some blood transfer on the door.

A hearing device in
his right ear has been broken

with considerable force.

That's Philip Chalmers, right?

I think that's the minister,
Oliver Brown, in younger years.

Do you think
we should call the Home Office?

- What?
- I'm serious.

Two out of the four people
in this picture are dead,

and not of old age.

Looks like someone's had
a sneaky peek in here.

Thamesmead Council stuff,
meticulously ordered.

OK...?

That's how I know
September 2013 is missing.

Well... um, I appreciate you
putting me in the picture,

Detective Superintendent. That's, er...

That's very sad news, indeed.

You'll notify your security?

I'm sure that's an unnecessary
precaution,

but I will, yes.

You've no idea
who might be behind this, sir?

What might be motivating them?

Bruce Morgan-Jones gave me
my break in politics.

And Philip Chalmers was
a thoroughly decent man

and a talented environmental scientist.

If I knew something, anything,

- I would tell you.
- Sure, but we...

Thank you, Minister.

We appreciate you giving up
your time to speak to us today.

Oh, so...

Sorry, when you say, um...
SHE CLEARS THROAT

..Mr Morgan-Jones gave you
your break...?

He made me his Housing Officer
at Thamesmead Council.

He taught me a lot
about public service.

You know, what it means, vocationally.

You were close, then?

I wouldn't say that. Not latterly.

So when did you last see each other?

A couple of years ago.
He came to your 40th, I think.

Yes. Yes, that's right, he did.

I'm terrible at staying in touch.

Thank you.

SHE SIGHS

CLAIRE: I'm going to come home, OK?

TINA: I thought you were
staying on for a few days,

finishing that article.

Nah. There's a hitch.

What kind of hitch?

It's all the legal stuff.

You know, the people we're going after,

they're just so powerful, it's...

Harry's got cold feet, you mean?

I can't say I blame him.

He's got his whole career to think of.

TINA SCOFFS
Jesus Christ.

He's wasted our time,
basically. YOUR time.

- Time, it turns out...
- Time I might not have?

I'm sorry.

Look, I'm trying
to stay positive here, OK?

Where are you?

Just got back from a delivery.

- I love you.
- I love you.

We're ready for the postmortem. Just.

Uh, before we start, there's
something we need to tell you.

Our unknown female, whose DNA
was found at Heron Point...

On a can of beer, yeah.

Well, another set of prints

and female DNA was found
on the same can of beer,

and it's a match

to the only survivor
of the Heron Point killings.

JACK: Katrina Gallon.

She was in hospital for three days,

recovering from minor head injuries,

then she discharged herself
and disappeared.

And I ran her name against
the Heron Point residents.

No joy. But she has a police
record as long as your arm.

Minor head injuries?

Strategic self-disfigurement
is a thing.

Is it possible she's our k*ller

and her injuries were self-inflicted

- to avoid scrutiny?
- Well, it's possible, but...

..we won't know without
a full account of her injuries.

But the hammer wasn't found
at the scene.

So she'd have had to hide it

after afflicting those injuries
on herself.

I agree, it's a stretch, but we
need to find her, regardless.

Looking at you, Nick.

On it, boss.

The body is that of an adult male.

Appearance consistent
with the recorded age of 65.

No decomposition changes are noted.

Looking at the paired lacerations,

one is deeper than the other.

Our tests indicate

the end of one of the claws
is shorter than the other.

Just like Chalmers.

If anything, this attack is
more brutal and extensive.

The ransacking of the kitchen

could be evidence of escalation,

losing control.

HE SCREAMS

None of which fits with
donning rubber gloves and

unlocking filing cabinets.

The shoeprint evidence
suggests that was someone else.

The lookout, maybe?
JACK EXHALES

Maybe, but there was no evidence

of a third party at the Chalmers scene.

The right side of his head has
been struck three times...

..and so hard that fragments
of his hearing aid are trapped

in the skin and outer ear.

The irregular claw mark -

I understand
that it's not a fingerprint,

but how certain are you

it's the same weapon
that was used to k*ll Chalmers?

I'd say confident rather than certain.

That's before we factor in the
waffle prints found at both scenes.

Consistent use of a distinctive
weapon gives us a signature.

So are you going to publicly
link these killings?

I don't think we've got much choice.

There's a dark green fibre
in his teeth.

Most likely biting into something.

SCREAMING

That'd fit...

..with these scissor marks
in the blood.

So it could have gone,

he's on the floor, still conscious,

giving us the thrashing marks
in the blood,

possibly bites his attacker,

they retaliate with three blows
to the side of the head.

Please tell me there's a chance
we can get DNA from that fibre.

There's a fighting chance.

I think he might've drawn blood.

SHE EXHALES

WHISPERS: OK... OK, OK.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
JACK: Struck gold?

Struck something.

Check out the claw marks.

Look familiar?

Janey Mack!

Who's the victim?

A prison officer.

Colin McGrath.

Problem?

A Ronnie McNiece
is still doing time for it.

Attempted m*rder.

Looks like you've got some fallbacks.

KNOCKING

- Colin?
- Jesus, Meg!

Oh. Sorry.

Colin, McNiece isn't going
to get out for years.

Why are you still so jumpy?

His brother was making threats.

Oh? What sort of threats?

He threatened that if...

I didn't withdraw my statement

identifying McNiece
as my attacker, he would...

..oh, blah, blah, blah.

Why didn't you tell me that?

I didn't want to worry you.

Anyway, the police had a word
and it went away.

That doesn't answer my question.

I know it doesn't.

HE SIGHS

It's... not something

I can... explain or... or control.

The hiding, the cowering,

the crying.

And I wish it was,

but... those things...

..they're as natural
to me... as breathing.

It's... it's... it's who I am.

I'm so sorry.
SHE SNIFFLES

PHONE RINGS

Nikki Alexander.

Oh, it's Alice... Chalmers.

Ah, hi.

Um, Nikki... can I have some advice?

Er... Right.

If this is about your dad,

then you should probably
speak to the police.

No, she won't speak to the police.

She's all over the place.

Who won't?

Er, Mum.

We're at Dad's flat.
Could you... meet us here?

- Er, I...
- Uh, please?

Nikki, I think she might have
something important to say.

Well, then she needs to talk
to the police.

OK. Look...

..forget about it. I'm sorry.
CALL ENDS

KETTLE BOILS

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

I just can't see him here.

He made the best of it.

You mean if I'd ever come
to bloody visit him,

I'd have seen for myself?
DOOR BUZZER

Sorry, Alice.

This is the only way
I could make it work.

Alice says you think
the scarring on his mouth was

a suicide attempt.

It's a possible explanation.

Philip wasn't the suicidal type.

What made you think it was suicide?

Mum, I told you...

Let her answer, she's the expert.

We found the same scarring internally.

He'd ingested the liquid,
and... quite a lot of it.

I didn't kick him out.

Everyone thought I did.

He left.

He left so he could drink
without me getting on his case.

Alice said there's something
you want to tell us.

Something that might help us understand

what happened to Philip.

I'll go to prison.

I'm sorry?

A few months before we split up,

Philip was caught on a speed camera.

It would've meant losing
his licence and his job.

He persuaded me to take his points.

He got you to say you were driving?

I wasn't happy about it.

What makes you think this has
something to do with his death?

His bosses at Thamesmead,

they found out about it.

Don't ask me how. Probably...

..boasted about it when he was drunk.

- OK...?
- And they held it over him.

They made him...

do something he didn't want to do.

Sign off on something.
I... I don't know.

But it related to his role
as Chief Environmental Officer?

Yeah, I think so.

That's when he started drinking.

I mean, REALLY drinking.

DE FREITAS: Is that it?

Well, no names?

She just said his bosses at Thamesmead.

No inkling of what they wanted
Chalmers to do or sign off on?

No, she's told us the square root
of f*ck all, basically.

I'm not so sure.

We know that Chalmers' ultimate boss

at Thamesmead was Bruce Morgan-Jones.

And we know that someone took
a council-related file

from Morgan-Jones's study.

But we've no idea
what was even in that file.

Alice said
she had the distinct impression

that her father was trying
to prove his worth

to Dennis Weaver.

Maybe trying to defend himself
in some way.

Against what, though?

Who knows?

But what if it was the same thing

that led Dennis to attack the guard

in Thamesmead Council lobby?

Do we have anything else
on that as*ault, Nick?

Uh... Yeah.

Only that when he was arrested,

he kept shouting,

"They are k*lling me,
they are k*lling me,"

over and over.

Interesting.

Especially since Dennis died
of asbestos-related cancer.

And Chalmers was chief safety guy

for every council building
in the borough.

Jack? I ran the parking permit

from Morgan-Jones's coat.

One hour on Little College Street,

yesterday morning.

That's just by Parliament.

Got to be CCTV central.

I reckon we'll be spoilt for choice.

SIREN BLARES OUTSIDE

CLOCK TICKS QUIETLY

TRAIN PASSES

DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE

INTERNAL RINGTONE

Hello?

It's Harry.
Why did you take off like that?

I just... I don't have good
experiences with the police.

You've put me in a tight spot.

They want to talk to you.

I'm sorry.

POT LID CLATTERS

Is it OK if I come and get my stuff,

drop your keys back?

What about the article?

I thought we'd finish it on the phone.

I need to get home.

You need to talk to the police, Claire.

I hear you. And I will.

Before you go home.

SHE COUGHS REPEATEDLY

I'll... I'll see you later.

Yeah, OK.

DE FREITAS: Nice work.

Mere foreplay.
KEYS TAP

That's Oliver Brown's aide.

Eva Stirling.
Interviewed her this morning.

Did she say she'd met up with him?

Must've slipped her mind.

Go back a frame.
KEY TAPS

Zoom in.

NIKKI: What?

Small feet, pointy shoes.

Long shot, but... could it be
our unknown shoeprints?

I've asked Jack to sit in

because I want to outline a scenario...

and... well, he's better placed
to express the finer details.

OK.

Earlier today, we met briefly

when I informed your boss

of Bruce Morgan-Jones's sad death.

Yep, that's right.

And when I asked the minister

when he had last seen Mr Morgan-Jones,

you helped him recall it was...

..what, a couple of years ago?

Yeah, maybe a little longer.

What about yourself?

Well, when did you last see
Mr Morgan-Jones?

Oh, er, yesterday, outside the Commons.

Is there a reason
you didn't mention it earlier?

Yes. You didn't ask me.

Had you done, I would have told you.

Well, you were one of the last
people to see him alive, Eva.

- It's a pretty big sin of omission.
- Mm-hm.

What was the meeting about?

He was upset about Philip Chalmers.

He wanted someone to talk to.

- A shoulder to cry on?
- Mm-hm.

And that was the last time
you saw Mr Morgan-Jones?

Yes.

Right.

At the Morgan-Jones scene,
we found shoeprints

we believe belong to neither the victim

nor the perpetrator.

We believe the same person
availed themselves

of a pair of rubber gloves
from a kitchen cupboard.

Now, if someone's
forensically aware enough

to hunt down a pair of gloves,

you might question why
they didn't bring their own.

So our working theory is that

they didn't expect
to walk in to a crime scene

or to find the house unlocked.

We also found evidence that a key ring

was taken from or...

near the body, then later replaced,
but not quite in the same spot.

A key was then used
to unlock the study,

where a folder was taken
from the filing cabinet.

How are we doing, Eva?

Was that person you?

Because if it was, you need
to start rowing back now.

Making amends.

This is a m*rder inquiry, as you know,

and obstruction after the fact
is prison.

The only question is -

how long?

SHE PUFFS

KEYS JANGLE

What do you want to know?

Well, how about
who k*lled Bruce Morgan-Jones

and Philip Chalmers?

What can you tell me about her?

Can you tell me who she is?

No, sorry.

All right, third time lucky.

What was in that file

that made contaminating a m*rder scene

and not dialling 999 seem like...

..good ideas?

Notes from a polling meeting.

Afternoon, everyone.
HE SIGHS

Now,

we've all worked far too hard
to be one-term wonders.

Well... the polling's telling us

that we're on course to lose in May.

And what else is the polling
telling us, Eva?

Nothing new. Homelessness is
still a big issue.

Although the numbers are actually down?

That doesn't change polling.

Tube stations and high streets are

particular sore spots.

What does that mean?

What do you think it means, Philip?

It means people don't want
to be hassled for change

on their way to work,

tripping over sleeping bags
outside Boots.

OLIVER CHUCKLES SOFTLY

We crack this,
the election's in the bag.

So what do we do with them -

our tax-dodging,

opposition-voting, homeless chums?

Put them in Heron Point.

It's our second-largest tower block
and it's standing empty.

For a reason.

- It's riddled with asbestos.
- How do you know that?

Have you carried out your own tests?

Come on, half the buildings
in London have asbestos

somewhere in their make-up.

If you don't dislodge it
or disturb it, and if...

We are not putting homeless
people in Heron Point, Oliver.

For one, I won't sign off on it.

Oh, I hear you, Philip, I do.

But in lieu of any better ideas,

I say we at least consider it,

run it up the flagpole.

It was Oliver Brown's idea?!

Well, we all went along with it.

Bit harsh on Chalmers.

You had to blackmail him, didn't you?

Threaten him over his wife
taking his points?

I think one of the poor souls
you chucked in Heron Point

worked it out, what you did.

And they're coming for you.

BIRDS CHIRP

DOG BARKS

Harry?

CLOCK TICKS QUIETLY

Harry?

Harry?

No, no, no...

Harry?!

No, no! No...

No. Ha...

Harry? Harry!

Harry!

SHE WAILS

SHE WHIMPERS

SIREN BLARES

CHATTER

Our friend from the cemetery?

Her name's Claire Steadman.

She currently lives in Sussex.

She called it in?

I knew Singh was working
on something with her,

and he wouldn't tell me what.

And now he can't tell you.

Judging by the paper trail
on the sitting room floor,

it's all about Heron Point.

Waffle prints, present and correct.

Deja vu.

Same kind of claw marks.

But a lot fewer to the face.

Still enough to do the job.

THUD, HE GROANS

Maybe... in conjunction
with these blows to the head.

Well, looks like he fought back hard.

- And not in vain.
- Good.

Look at this.

Improvised weapon, maybe?

HE SIGHS

GRUNTING

GROANING

FAINT METALLIC SCRAPING

Broken claw?

Why would they leave it behind?

Burn marks.

Maybe this got started in the kitchen.

Think he tried to scald him
with the soup?

Might've succeeded, too.

TRAFFIC PASSES

SIREN BLARES IN DISTANCE

CLAIRE SNIFFLES, COUGHS

SHE CLEARS THROAT

Thanks.

We'll need a DNA sample, too.

It's my fault.

What's your fault?

Harry Singh?

COMPUTER BEEPS

Jack!

Nikki, do you have a minute?

McGrath is a serving prison officer

who was assaulted with a hammer
at his home in 2012.

The same hammer
that our offender's using?

The asymmetrical claw marks
on McGrath's flesh

match the wounds on Chalmers
and Morgan-Jones,

plus McGrath's prints
are on the hammer.

But a Ronnie McNiece
is still serving time

for the attempted m*rder
of Colin McGrath.

OK. Whelan, dig into this as*ault.

See if McNiece had any accomplice,

someone he might've passed
the hammer to

- before he was nicked.
- On it.

I'm almost certain
the k*ller will have scratches,

and possibly burns on them.

Based on the Harry Singh scene?

Mm. She has neither.

While I was processing her,

she told me that she tried
to save Harry Singh's life

with CPR...

..and she said it was her fault.

Did you ask her what she meant by that?

Yeah. But she didn't elaborate.

'Course she didn't.

OK.

Thanks, Nikki.

Good luck.

DE FREITAS: I'm not
a game-player, Claire.

Never have been.

No time for any of that crap.

Especially not today.

Who's doing this?

Who's k*lling these people?

I don't know.

Then why is Harry's death your fault?

Ten years ago,

your fingerprints were found
at a crime scene.

Heron Point?

I was in the building that night,

but I never went up there.

Why were you in the building?

SHE SCOFFS

Because that's where f*cking
Thamesmead Council dumped us.

Out of sight, out of mind.

I thought it was a g*ng-on-g*ng thing.

My fingerprints?

So they were, what, like, on something?

Dennis.

Dennis drank that beer.

I was bringing him back a six-pack.

Somebody stopped me outside
and nicked one of the cans.

Somebody?

Yeah. She was with the others.

I always wondered if she was...

If she was what, Claire?

One of the ones who died.

Died?

Bludgeoned to death with
a claw hammer, to be precise.

You make it sound
like they went in their sleep.

PHONE RINGS

Jack?

We've got DNA from the green fibre

found in Morgan-Jones's teeth.

- We've got a match?
- Not a direct match, no.

The DNA is female and a very
close familial match to hers.

The alleles are so similar
that even a cousin's unlikely.

So close,
it must be either her mother...

..or her sister.

We checked the registry.

You and your sister Tina
were moved into Heron Point

in January 2014.

DNA doesn't lie, Claire.

One of her victims bit her...

..trying and failing
to defend themselves.

But I don't think you need persuading

because I think you know.

It's why you said
Harry Singh was on you.

The only question is -

are you going to help us find her...

..before she hurts someone else?

Where would she go, Claire?

We know she's targeted
the people who put you

in Heron Point.

So who's next?

NEWS REPORT:
Government ministers

have refused to comment on
speculation surrounding

the shock resignation of
Housing Minister Oliver Brown.

OLIVER: I've always put my constituents

and the people I represent first,

and my tenure at Thamesmead Council

as Housing Officer was no different.

I'm stepping down from...
SHE SCOFFS

..my role as minister only
so that I can

clear my name without
distracting from the great,

wide-ranging work

the Government is currently
engaged in. Thank you.

NEWS REPORT: That was
Housing Minister Oliver Brown

speaking a short time ago.

Why is she doing this now?
Can you tell me that?

Because I'm dying.

The asbestos in Heron Point
is k*lling me,

just like it k*lled Dennis.

CLAIRE SNIFFLES

Right from the day they moved us in,

Dennis said the place was k*lling him.

He had mental health issues,

so no-one believed him.
SHE SNIFFS

I didn't believe him.

I looked it up, and...

..I told him asbestos-related cancer

doesn't develop for years.

Next I heard from him
was Christmas before last.

He was calling to say he was dying.

And then I got this cough
that I couldn't get rid of.

Everyone who was supposed to help us,

everyone in so-called "authority",

with their status and job titles

and big shiny badges - everyone!

They let you down.

And not just in Heron Point.

DC Nick Whelan.

I was, uh... I was hoping
to speak to Colin McGrath?

I'm Colin. How can I help?

What can I do for you?

I hope this isn't...

I, er, don't want to cause
any distress,

but I need to establish a timeline

for a weapon used
in a case I'm working on.

It's a hammer.

OK.

The grip was replaced at some point,

and your fingerprints
were found underneath.

Your prints are on file because
you're a prison officer,

and because of the attack you suffered

at the hands of Ronnie McNiece.

It was stolen.

It was stolen from my shed by McNiece.

So... McNiece assaulted you
with your own hammer?

Yes.

Why don't you come in, mm?

I'll put the kettle on.

PHONE VIBRATES

Local police have been to your nursery.

Tina's not there, and nor is the van.

What's the journey time
from there to London?

About an hour and 15.

Eva Stirling's in custody

and Oliver Brown
has a protection detail,

so who is left
if she can't get to them?

Someone else in Thamesmead Council?

I don't know.

How did she even know to target
Chalmers and Morgan-Jones?

She read all of the drafts

of the article I was doing with Harry.

So who's next?

- I don't know.
- Think!

- I want to take a break!
- In a minute!

Tell me what happened
that night at Heron Point.

BANGING

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

MAN: Open the f*cking door!

GLASS SMASHES

BANGING ON DOOR

INDISTINCT SHOUTING
If you open the door,

I'll hide something else,
darlin', you know what I mean?

BANGING ON DOOR

Claire, stay here.

Tina!

You are the smartest person
I know, but you don't get it.

Dennis is right - they're never
going to leave us alone.

BANGING ON DOOR

MAN CHEERS

DOOR CLOSES

So Tina comes back,

covered in blood...

We left.

We left that morning,
and we never came back.

That morning?

That's very sudden.

Tina took some cash from a dealer.

Quite a lot of cash.

It's what started us over.

DC WHELAN: I understand McNiece
was recently denied parole.

Is there anyone close to him

he might've told
where to find the hammer and...

..what to do with it?

Not that I can think of.

Another prisoner, maybe?
A mate of McNiece's?

Are you telling me my life's in danger?

No.

No, I'm just trying to join the dots.

You said it had been used in a crime?

Was that the killings
that was on the news?

The estate agent a-and the councillor?

I'm sorry, I really can't say.

Well, I think you just have.

McNiece wasn't arrested straight away.

So he must've left the hammer
somewhere, and...

..now it's wound up
in the hands of your offender.

Well, that's one explanation.

Well, it's the only one I can think of.

Look...

HE SIGHS

..I have a late shift,
so if there's nothing else...

No, no, you've been very helpful.

Does the name Claire Steadman
mean anything to you?

SHE GASPS

We fostered Claire and
her sister Tina some years ago.

Mm.

We've fostered many children.

DE FREITAS:
Claire, do you know a man

named Colin McGrath?

Who is Colin McGrath to you, Claire?

So... the Steadman sisters,

they have something
to do with this case?

When did you foster them,
if you don't mind me asking?

When?

Er, let me see.

It was...



So...

...the same time...?

Yes.

They were living with us
when it happened.

SHE SNIFFS

I need a cigarette!

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

It was Meg who found me that day.

She doesn't like talking about it.

What about the girls? Were they here?

No. No, um,

Claire was working at the cafe,

and, um, Tina...

..Tina would've been at school.

Hello, Meg.

Tina?!

Is that you?

DOG BARKS

I was so happy the day we arrived.

I thought, "This is it. Finally.

"A home that's actually a home."

What were YOU thinking, Meg?

I can't remember.

'Course you can't.

Foster parent.

Foster... PARENT.

It's pretty clear
what you're meant to do, NOT do.

I mean, what the f*ck, Meg? Seriously.

Why didn't you stop him?

You knew what he did
to Claire in there.

Claire never made you face it.

She protected you.

She protected us.

We didn't want to leave.

This was home.

We wanted a home!

And Claire wasn't the first, was she?

Not by a long shot.

I d-don't know what you mean.
I wasn't here.

No, you weren't.

You made sure of that.

I'm sorry.
SHE SNIFFLES

MUFFLED GRUNT

- Wait!
- What are you doing?!

It's too late.

W-We can't help her.

- What?!
- Quiet!

DOOR OPENS

Don't... move.

WIND CHIMES JANGLE

DOG BARKS

TINA ROARS
g*nsh*t

Sh-She came at me.

Sh-She came at me!

Who is that?

That's Tina.

Tina Steadman.

I know I-I-I shouldn't really
have this, but...

..but... but she came at me!

I know it's prison, isn't it?
It was self-defence.

Well, that's not going to fly, is it?!

DOOR OPENS

SHE GASPS

- Call me an ambulance.
- Meg!

Meg, go upstairs!

I need an ambulance.

Just go upstairs and lie down!
She needs a hospital!

Shut up!

Why don't you want me
to go to hospital?!

Just go upstairs!

I can't keep your secret.

I won't go on pretending.

SHE SNIFFLES

How many?

How many children?

Oh, it doesn't matter any more.

No.

- Meg... Don't!
- She needs to make the call.

WHELAN GROANS

Put the phone down, Meg.

GROANING

There are things I need to do,

right now,

to make this right for both of us.

I want you to go upstairs...

..and wait for me.

OK?

Just... give me the phone.

GRUNTING

GRUNTING, YELLING

WHELAN SCREAMS

GRUNTING

CLAIRE GASPS

SHE SOBS

PIANO PLAYS SOFTLY

DE FREITAS: I'm so sorry for
what Claire's going through.

I'll make sure we do everything
we can to help her.

JACK: Yeah, she's going to need it.

I hope the arm gets better soon, Nick.

Cheers.

He's all right, aren't you, Whelan?

Oh, by the way, our mystery
woman, Katrina Gallon,

emigrated to Oz in '99, apparently,

despite her criminal record.

- Yeah.
- She flourished, apparently.

Mother of three,
runs her own catering business.

Good for her.

Yeah. Just thought, you know,
happy endings...

..still happen. Hm?

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