01x02 - Episode 2

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(sombre music playing)

(seagulls squawking)

I'm not sure I can drive.

(music fades out)

(sighs)

Oh, sh*t.

-My glasses.

-They're on your face.

These are my driving glasses,

my reading glasses.

I left them at Tom's.

This morning, looking at the map.

Never go back.

-It's the first rule.

-(Phil) First rule.

Don't leave your name and address

at the scene.

(Ken sighs)

-(door rattles)

-(Ken) Oh, it's locked.

(exhales heavily)

(Phil) We need to clear this up.

Give me a hand.

-Ken.

-(sighs)

Yeah.

-(water running)

-(objects clatter)

(knocking on door)

(Marion) Tom!

(footsteps approaching)

Tom!

Tom?

(sombre music playing)

(traffic whizzing)

Okay, I put credit on both of them.

You paid cash?

Uh-huh.

This is emergencies only.

No other contact.

What happens now?

Nothing happens now.

Normal service is resumed.

We go back to our lives.

And that's it?

Everything as normal as possible.

They're looking for

They're not looking.

That's the whole point.

If they were, it's for the unusual,

the abnormal.

Normal is our safe place.

But for now, no contact.

(shower running)

(door closing)

(Nigel) We're back.

(Nigel) Ah, here she comes.

-(Phil) Hi.

-(Nigel) Hello.

-(Alexandra) Hi, Granny!

-(Phil) Hello, munchkins.

(kisses)

-Hey.

-(Nigel chuckles)

(Nigel) Looks nice.

Your hair.

Thanks.

It should do

for all the time it took.

-I looked around the shops after.

-(Nigel) Mm-hmm.

We didn't have ketchup

when I was a little boy.

We had salt and vinegar.

(Alexandra)

We still have salt and vinegar.

No ice or lemon?

(exhales) Senior moment.

(sombre music continues)

(inhales deeply)

-(objects clatter)

-(breathes heavily)

-(Phil) That's it.

-(Albert) Night, night, Granny.

(music fades out)

(Phil) Night, night darling.

(telephone ringing)

(Alexandra)

What's the matter, Granny?

(kisses) Nothing.

(inhales)

Granny just thought

of something sad, that's all.

-(kisses) Night, night.

-(Alexandra) Night, night.

What?

(Nigel)

That was David on the phone.

It's Tom. He's missing.

He went out on his boat,

and he hasn't come back.

(brooding music playing)

They're looking for him.

Marion's beside herself.

-Oh, my God.

-Come on.

(music fades out)

(seagulls squawking)

Quick work, Constable.

Gold star for you.

Well, let's be

a hundred percent sure

before we'll praise

Sherlock f*cking Holmes here.

It was easy.

The GPS gave us

his last known position,

then the Coast Guard did the rest.

Of course, if we'd left it a bit,

it might have drifted

on the tide to Devon.

Then it'd be their problem,

not ours.

Well, I for one, am grateful.

Too long in the water,

it's like slicing a blancmange.

(officer) You don't have to do this

bit if you don't want to.

No, I'm fine, Sarge.

-(indistinct chatter)

-(mysterious music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

(camera shutter clicks)

(Nigel) You all right, my darling?

-Hi.

-(Nigel) Hello.

(music fades out)

-(sighs)

-(Phil) I'm so sorry, Marion.

Should I do this now or later?

Um We'll take them home, love.

If I If I do them here,

I won't be able to do them later.

Just put them in the sink, eh?

Well

It must have been a terrible shock.

Well, in some ways,

it was a relief.

I mean considering his um

Yeah.

My big brother.

(chuckles nervously)

What can you say?

Did you have to identify him?

He looked very peaceful.

I mean, he was bashed about a bit,

you know, discoloured.

They say drowning's

a nice way to go.

How they know that I can't imagine.

Sorry.

-When's the inquest?

-(David) Next week.

Then we'll get a date in

for the funeral.

Do you have

an investigating officer?

Nice girl. Very young.

Isn't everyone these days?

(chuckles)

And she's looking into things?

She brought us

a victim's support leaflet,

in case

we wanted to talk to someone.

When did we all become victims?

That's what I want to know.

(waves intensify)

(gasps)

(indistinct chatter on TV)

(ominous music playing)

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

-(thuds)

-(music concludes abruptly)

-(indistinct chatter)

-Sorry. Sorry, mate.

(dial tone ringing)

(indistinct chatter over TV)

(phone vibrating)

(vibrating continues)

(vibrating continues)

(automated voice) The person

you've called, is not available.

Please leave a message

(ominous music playing)

(clock ticking)

(music builds, fades out)

(Phil) See you later.

-Where are you off to?

-(Phil) Just nipping out.

How was Bridge?

Marjorie was having

one of her nights.

-I'd rather play with you.

-It's your thing.

It's good we have different things.

-And what's your thing?

-Where's that one?

Weston. Prime Costa Geriatrica.

Shall we go and see it?

-Really? You'd do that?

-Never said I wouldn't.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe it is time.

-Do you need anything?

-No.

(door closes)

(pensive music playing)

(keys jingling)

(car engine starts)

(pants)

-(car beeping)

-(Nigel) Oh.

Oh

Bugger.

(music fades out)

-(birds chirping)

-(indistinct chatter)

It's a bit public, isn't it?

I mean, we're not supposed to meet.

You called me, Ken.

I know.

Sorry.

Are you okay?

I've been better.

-You paid cash for those tickets?

-No.

No way they could track us,

is there?

I signed up

for the family membership.

Nigel's been banging on

about it for years.

You're on a guest pass.

You were never here at all.

How do you fancy Stourhead next?

They filmed

Pride and Prejudice there.

-The new one, not the good one.

-Phil, please.

How can you just carry on?

What else are we going to do?

(Ken) You can't just pretend

it didn't happen.

I need to talk about it.

Don't you?

-We did a good thing.

-But, did we?

The right thing. For Tom.

Who begged us to do it.

We have to remember that.

It'll get easier.

-After the inquest, we can

-Inquest?

Just a formality.

(sighs) Great. Now we have a trial.

(Phil) Not a trial. A hearing.

-Just to establish cause of death.

-(Ken) How is that a formality?

Terminally ill septuagenarian

with a history of suicide attempts.

-(sighs)

-There's nothing to see here.

Look around you.

That's us.

We're invisible.

Nobody sees a pair of pensioners.

That's our superpower.

Love. It was for love.

Never forget that.

(exhales deeply)

(sombre music playing)

Thanks for coming, Phil.

-(kisses)

-Least I could do.

-Hello, Marion.

-Yes.

(bailiff) All stand, please.

(bailiff) We'll now hear

the inquest for Tom Richards,

deceased, 21st of May.

The subject had a small meal.

Some champagne,

not enough to cause intoxication.

Cause of death

is given here as asphyxiation.

Abrasions around the ankle

from the rope.

Haematoma around the throat,

consistent with the earlier

documented attempt.

Stage-four cancer of the pancreas,

liver, lungs.

I believe we have

PC Ayesha Karim here?

Please come forward.

Congratulations, Constable,

on what is a very thorough report.

Exemplary, in fact.

Is there anything

you want to raise?

The seacocks.

They were open.

I wanted to state that.

The seacocks are openings

that allow the boat

to drain or let water in.

Thank you. I noticed that.

There was also the champagne

tied to the boat.

(judge) Anything else?

There was no water

in the pathologist's report.

There was no water

in the subject's lungs.

Dry drowning, we used to call it.

It's a common reflex.

-(Marion sobs)

-We've covered the pathology.

The knot around his ankle

was tied tight.

The subject had arthritis

in his fingers.

How did he manage to do that?

(Marion sobbing) Oh, God.

-(continues sobbing)

-I'm sorry.

Could we take a moment?

How are you, Patricia?

Phil Leach. I thought it was you.

Still working.

(sighs) I'm retired,

but the backlog got me back in.

It gets me out of the house. You?

Fifteen years retired.

I'm here for a friend.

But, do we have to go

through everything?

The family just wants to bury

their dead.

We'll make it

as painless as possible.

We should get together.

Tell old w*r stories.

-I'd like that.

-See you in there.

(sighs)

Having considered all the facts,

the age of the deceased,

and his habit

of going out to sea alone,

I am settling on the conclusion

of accident,

which is also known

as misadventure.

I hope this gives you comfort,

and I wish you well as you grieve.

This concludes these proceedings.

(sombre music playing)

(line ringing)

(phone vibrating)

(Phil) Misadventure.

Misadventure.

A tragic accident.

(inhales, exhales) So, that's it.

All put to bed.

So, I guess I'll see you

at the funeral then?

The funeral.

-(Phil) And Ken?

-Phil?

True love.

True love.

Philippa Leach.

Ayesha. Kareem.

I know.

I was in there.

I look at you every day.

There's a photo of you

in the station.

You were chief constable

back in the day.

-Deputy.

-1996 to 2009.

Sorry, it's just,

you are a huge inspiration.

Banging my head against

the glass ceiling for 30 years.

Is food any better?

-In the canteen?

-No.

-(chuckles)

-(chuckles)

You did well in there.

You have it.

The detective mindset.

Not everybody does.

Oh, there was a lot

we didn't get into.

Sometimes that's for the best.

You'll find as you get older

that sometimes the truth

is what everybody can agree on.

Work hard. You'll go far.

See you then.

(chuckles)

-(Ken) Hi, Barbara.

-Hi.

Come on, Monty.

Hello. Good boy.

-Good boy.

-He's pleased to see you.

He's got good taste.

Haven't you, Monty?

Funerals suit you, Ken.

You look like a film star.

Well, thank you.

Here.

-(Ken sighs)

-(Barbara) Ken.

I'm sorry for your loss.

She holds a torch for you, Barbara.

At this point, you could do

a lot worse than Barbara.

Have a look at your new

granddaughter.

-Jean.

-Isn't she beautiful?

Mother and baby doing well.

They're calling her "Choosey"

while they choose a name.

Ken, you will go and see them,

won't you?

Maybe you could go with Barbara.

Jean, could you please not today?

(perfume hisses)

(car window whirrs)

-I thought you liked this one.

-(Nigel) I did.

I do.

It's a lot, that's all,

in a confined space.

(all) ♪ And calm amidst

Its rage did sleep

♪ Oh, hear us

♪ When we cry to thee

♪ For those in peril

♪ On the sea ♪

(indistinct chatter)

We're here today

because we love Tom.

And Tom loved us.

Love.

Growing up,

we didn't say that word very much.

Nowadays, people say it more.

That's a good thing, I think.

Our mother brought me and my sister

Jean to Bristol when I was 16.

Arriving here, we were

how can I put this?

A bit different to everyone else.

(chuckles)

So

I thank God for Tom.

The first day at school,

he put his hand out to me

in friendship.

Those times after school

are still

the happiest of my life.

I often wonder,

why did Tom do that?

Why did he reach out?

He didn't have to.

And the only answer I can give you

is love.

I'd like to think

that when Tom needed us,

that we were there for him too.

Tom we love you.

And we'll see you

on the other side.

(sombre music playing)

-(Marion) To Tom.

-(all) To Tom.

Here, Marion,

let me help you with that.

Oh, thank you, Ken.

-No bother.

-You're an angel.

-(sighs)

-An angel of mercy.

(Nigel) Devil on horseback.

-Rum, brandy, and white wine.

-Steady, steady.

Old naval recipe.

Proper job.

Designated driver.

Can't Jean drive?

I thought

that's what Christians were for.

(chuckles)

I've missed you.

It's only been a couple of weeks.

It's been 50 years.

(Nigel) Devil's on horseback.

-Devil on horseback?

-No, thanks.

-How's that punch coming?

-It's good.

Yeah.

MUSIC: "True Love" by Patsy Cline

♪ While I give to you

(gasps) Oh, God. I love this.

-Come on, everybody dance.

-How do you mean?

Well, it's a bridge club.

You know, you go every Tuesday.

But mostly I play online, anyway.

Phil, dance.

-♪ True love!

-♪ True love!

-♪ So on and on

-♪ So on and on

-♪ It will always be!

-♪ It will always be!

Marion.

The booze and the medication

doing the mix.

Ooh!

♪ True love

♪ For you and I have

♪ A guardian angel

♪ On high with nothing to do ♪

(indistinct chatter)

(Alexandra) Hi, Granny.

Hello, munchkins.

Morning.

-(Kate) Hi, Mum.

-(Phil) What's the occasion?

Tea? Lapsang?

(Nigel) Boiled egg?

Sit.

What are you doing here?

It's not Mother's Day.

(clears throat)

Just sit down, please, Mum.

We would like you to tell us

-what you've done.

-(Kate) No.

We know what you've done.

What am I supposed to have done?

Please, don't, don't

don't use your tactics.

(phone clatter)

I found it in your knickers drawer.

Can you just be honest with us,

Mum, please?

This this one hurts.

National Trust family membership.

How many times have I said

that we should do this?

For bloody hell's sake.

-(sighs)

-(Kate) How could you?

With Ken Holding,

after all these years.

Well, have you or haven't you?

Kate. Leave us a moment, would you?

(clears throat) Hmm. Right.

(door opens)

(door closes)

-(indistinct chatter)

-Here again.

-Hasn't changed a bit.

-Unlike us.

What is it?

-It's Nigel.

-What about him?

He's got the idea

that we're having a a thing.

You and me.

(sighs)

He found some receipts and stuff.

-National Trust membership.

-Hmm.

I know. Not my finest hour.

And what did you say?

Said we were.

Why would you do that?

All that time together,

it has to be explained somehow.

I said it started

at Dennis's funeral.

We'd meet at pubs, beauty spots.

Tom let us use his cottage.

-A bit like Charles and Camilla.

-Tom would never do that.

Apart from anything else,

it's a rock solid alibi.

And what did Nigel say?

He wasn't happy.

But I told him I'd end it.

That's what today is.

I'm here to break it off.

(scoffs)

Nigel's in the car park.

He drove me here.

We're having therapy.

Giving the marriage a go.

All of that.

And that's it, huh?

I'm your alibi. Your excuse.

What else was I gonna say?

Tell him the truth?

You know,

you haven't changed a bit.

What does that mean?

It's like we're 18 all over again.

It's not like that.

It's nothing like that.

-Come on, Monty.

-Ken!

No, don't!

Ooh! All right, mate? (chuckles)

Did you see that?

Mind your own f*cking business.

(indistinct chatter)

MUSIC: "Buckets of Rain"

by Bob Dylan

♪ Buckets of rain

Buckets of tears

♪ Got all them buckets

Coming out of my ear

♪ Buckets of moonbeams

In my hand

♪ You got all the love

Honey baby, I can stand

♪ I've been meek

And hard like an oak

♪ I've seen pretty people

Disappear like smoke

♪ Friends will arrive

Friends will disappear

♪ If you want me

Honey baby, I'll be here

♪ I like the smile

On your fingertips

♪ I like the way

That you move your hips

♪ I like the cool way

You look at me

♪ Everything about you

Is bringing me misery ♪

(music concludes)

(seagulls squawk)

-It's been trashed.

-How long has it been here?

Do you know who the owner might be?

-Nobody's claimed it.

-No.

The registration's usually

on the bow somewhere.

(mysterious music playing)

The front?

(chuckles)

(camera shutter clicks)

(fisherman)

Gotta belong to someone.

(coins clink)

(Ken) Hello.

Oh, hi.

Bloody daylight robbery.

I didn't know you were coming.

Good to see you.

I'm here for Tom.

-Where is everybody?

-Search me.

This is the rendezvous.

-Pretty sure they said midday.

-Mm

(David) Phil! Ken!

Get down all right?

No problem.

Did you two come together?

Oh, no. Separately.

-Who are we waiting for?

-No one. Just us.

We thought we'd keep it intimate.

Just the people

that Tom really loved.

So, shall we?

(sombre music playing)

Thank you, Ken.

What are the rules for this?

Do you have to ask permission

from the landowner?

The foreshore is all owned

by the crown.

I didn't think I'd bother

the palace with it.

Here?

Yep. Okay.

(sighs)

-(blows air)

-(chuckles)

(sighs)

We know what you did for Tom.

And we thank you for it.

-We didn't I mean

-Please, Phil.

We're not children.

(sombre music playing)

Come and have a cup of tea.

(over radio) All units, all units.

Anyone in the vicinity

of the Harlequin shopping centre.

Please proceed

as quickly as possible.

So, the owner is J.H. Young.

But the registered keeper

down here is a Mr. Tom Richards.

Of Coast Guard Cottages,

Clevedon on Sea?

Yeah, he was out here.

That's his number, just there.

-Want me to call him or

-I don't think he'll pick up.

But tell me this.

How does one person take two boats

out to sea at the same time?

Is that a riddle?

I love riddles.

Does that thing work?

-Garden's looking nice.

-(David) Huh.

Not quite the villa next to

the 18th green that I'd imagined.

-Andalusia.

-(scoffs)

But Marion's health

and our dwindling pension.

Never thought I'd miss stairs.

Nigel wants us to do

something similar.

It's more for Kate

and the grandchildren.

Don't.

Don't downsize until you have to.

You start moving into

smaller and smaller boxes.

Soon they'll be measuring you up

for your wooden overcoat.

(sighs)

I just thought I was getting old.

Oh, Marion.

We used to leave each other notes,

but this seemed

a better way to help.

What's the system?

Well, the blue ones go right back.

Early memories.

We like the blue ones.

The Rec. Easy peasy.

The recreation ground.

How many hours did we spend

there as kids?

We were there the other week.

The lighter colours

are more recent.

Yellow and green.

0-2-1-0.

That's not fair, David.

It's just a number.

PIN code for the bank card.

Why have they changed it?

It was always

our wedding anniversary.

It hasn't changed.

That is our anniversary.

October the second.

(sighs)

(David whispers) There we are.

Frances Marina.

Frances Marina.

I know this, I know this,

I know this.

Come on, come on, come on.

Sally's daughter.

(sighs)

It's our our great niece

in America.

We don't get to see her,

but we Zoom, sometimes.

It's a cruel condition.

It's dementia, David.

Just say it.

It's what my mum had.

Do you remember mum

my mum in the end, Ken? (sobs)

How quickly she lost herself.

(sighs)

It's okay, Marion. It's okay.

It's not okay.

How can it be okay?

It's just getting worse.

Please.

Please, Phil.

Please, Ken.

Please, what?

(melancholic music playing)

I want it too.

True love.

MUSIC: "I Don't Want To Know"

by John Martyn

♪ I don't want to know

about evil

♪ Only want to know about love

♪ I don't want to know

about evil

♪ Only want to know about love ♪

(music fades out)