(device beeps) - 'Morning.

- 'Morning.

Sorry, I should have come Thursday, but my daughter was taken into hospital.

- Oh, dear.

What name?

- Stephen Clay.

On call doctor's going, "No, it's just a temperature" and me going, "That girl is poorly!"

Two hours later, 999.

Saint Mary's.

Appendicitis.

- Which ward?

- No, not by the time they got her open.

Bloody peritonitis.

Coulda lost her.

- Which ward?

- 18.

- 18's Geriatric and I'm warning you now, I am not in the mood for this.

Now, have you done any paid work since you last came to see me?

Yes?

- A bit.

Couple of days plastering.

- Earning what?

- [Stephen] 50 a day.

(file drawer slams) 75.

(gentle music) - Right, that's on this side.

- Graham, I've done that.

No, he doesn't.

Just get him.

No, wrong.

(box crashes) - Sorry.

I know, I'll pay.

- There better be spares.

- Only just.

- Well, we've got some glasses.

- Don't worry, we've got plenty.

- Yeah?

What, that match?

- I'll make sure Mr. Brentwood.

- Yeah, all right.

- You smell like booze.

- Yeah, look, these disco lights, I've seen traffic lights that change color faster, really.

(gentle music) - [Man] Hooray, at last!

- Thank God you've arrived.

Come on in.

Parked 'round the back, haven't you?

- Yes, yes, yes.

- Yeah, but God knows where.

It's pitch black.

- Yeah, well, that's the whole point, isn't it?

I mean, it's just a-- - If Linda walked in to see cars outside, this wouldn't be a surprise.

- [Man] It might get swamped.

Unlike yours, mine gets cleaned.

- Oh, hey, no, no, no, mine gets cleaned these days, does it not, Steph?

You were going to leave it at work, weren't you?

- All right, grab a drink.

- [Man] Thank you.

- Thanks.

- I'll get some more from the kitchen.

Would you like one?

- Actually, seriously, Martin, what is the best one... - Would you like one?

- These days William's high grade, but value for money, you need to get it wholesale.

You know, two and a half.

(Steph laughing) You see, value for money, you've really got to get it wholesale.

- Did you get a drink?

- Where are the rest of them?

Really, look, it's-- - We're gonna get 15 minutes clear warning at least.

As soon as she leaves the auction, I've got three people ringing me up.

Not two, but three.

- All right.

- Relax, okay?

- All right.

But just, just, timing's a big worry.

- She's here, she's here!

(light clicks off) (door thuds shut) - Greg?

Why is every bloody phone engaged?

- [All] Surprise!

- Oh!

(all chattering) Oh, you smart lad, you had plans!

(all chattering) Oh, my God!

You bugger!

(all laughing and chattering) Thank you!

(all clapping) (Linda sighs) - Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm not rushing you.

I'm not rushing you.

- When was this planned?

- It's, er, it's taken a while.

Look.

- Beautiful.

And expensive.

- Expensive implies more than it's worth and I don't know what could be.

- I was in the bank four hours ago, asking for more time on the mortgage.

- Linda, do please be quiet.

Please wear it.

I think it's beautiful, so are you.

Stuff the mortgage.

Absolutely no rush at all.

But we're all waiting for you.

(gentle music) (guests chattering and laughing) Ladies and gentlemen, please.

Saving the dullest for last.

Well, no, I wasn't, actually, I'd forgotten I'd written it.

Erm... - Quick, somebody get some music on!

(all laughing) - Oh, come on, Greg, you'll spoil it.

Nobody wants a speech.

- Well, tough!

Really, tough, it's taken a week to write this.

And it's still rubbish, you know.

(paper rustling) (guests laughing) Look, all I want to say is thanks for coming, thanks for keeping it quiet.

Pretty successful, I thought.

Erm, I knew nobody had told her because, er, she wouldn't be here.

'Cause she never, ever wants to be the center of attention, so she just wouldn't have turned up.

(guests laugh) But seriously, every year of our marriage has been a bit of an eye opener for me and I wanted to celebrate tonight 'cause it's the most I've loved her.

Er, it's a run for my own bank, I know, 'cause if I love her more each year it's, erm, next year's do is gonna cost an absolute bloody fortune.

(guests laugh) - And if he asks you next year, you tell him a big no.

(guests laugh) - Well, you know what?

I really don't care 'cause she's worth every penny.

To Linda.

- [Guests] To Linda.

- To Greg and Linda.

- [Guests] To Greg and Linda.

(guests clapping) (gentle music) (romantic music) - Oh, come on!

- Ah, think what you like.

It's our tune and we're sticking with it.

- Good luck.

(romantic music) - Hello, listen.

Listen, oh, God, you've multiplied.

Er, no, it's just a huge thank you 'cause it's, erm, it was stunning.

Food was stunning.

So big thank you and, erm, I'm actually bankrupt now, so what do you want me to wash?

(staff laughs) No listen, this is, er, here it is, all in order.

Scrutinize without embarrassment.

There's an extra 20 quid for each of you and I'm, er, saying it out loud so he, erm, doesn't spend it on a tumble-dry for the missus.

(staff laughs) - Honestly, that's... That's more than generous.

- Oh, no, excellent work, fair reward.

If we all believed in that, there'll be a lot less fighting, wouldn't there?

Or is that religion?

- Thank you.

- Pleasure.

Anyway, goodnight.

Thank you.

(bright music) - Okay, I'm giving money out in the van, okay?

Did you get that, Marcey?

All right?

Yeah.

- Yeah, we're coming up to Kenfield, I think.

But I'll ring when we're about 10 minutes away.

- Are you stammering your words?

Who'd you go out with?

Well, you've had someone 'round.

Well, you wouldn't have been drinking.

(pop music playing quietly) - Carl!

I left my bag behind.

Carl.

- What?

- Back at the house.

- Well, you had one when you came out.

- No, no, no, my handbag.

I had it in the bedroom when we got changed.

Can you turn around?

- Oh, no, Marcey, luv, I can't.

Everybody without cars have got people waiting.

- Oh, my keys are in there.

My phone's in there and they won't let me in work without my security pass.

- Take a vote.

If it's okay with them, I'll do a U-ey.

(gentle music) - Look, I'm gonna start walking towards Broughton.

Well, I'm not happy about it either, but it's bloody freezing.

But guy in the kiosk won't let me in.

Give the driver's name so I know who to expect.

Okay.

(gentle music) - [Driver] Give us a call when you're ready, yeah?

(car door bangs shut) (car rumbling) (tense music) (knocking on door) - Hello?

(door creaks) Hello?

(door thuds shut) Mr. Brentwood?

I'm from the catering company.

Mr. Brentwood?

(cat meows) (Marcey giggles) Hello?

(tense music) (door creaks) (tense music) (body thuds) (Marcey screams) (suspenseful music) (Marcey screams) (suspenseful music) (lock clicks) (tense music) (clock chiming) (tense music) (door creaks) (Marcey shuddering) (door creaks) (Marcey exclaims) - Jesus!

(tense music) Come on.

Please, listen.

Please!

(door bangs shut) What?

(tense music) (doorknob rattling) - (shouts) Help!

(doorknob rattles) Help!

- [Greg] I don't want to hurt you.

Why the hell would I want to hurt you?

(basket slams) Please give me a chance to explain.

(basket slams) - Where is your wife?

- [Greg] God knows.

- What have you done with her?

- [Greg] I haven't...

I don't know.

Oh, Jesus, this is... - My mobile is back on and I am phoning the police!

- [Greg] Please-- - And if you touch me, they'll... - [Greg] Don't, don't, please don't.

(Marcey shouts) You mustn't.

- Please, now, now, now!

Hello.

Er, it's, er, it's Rose, Rose Hill House, Broughton, er... Er, a woman is dead.

Her boyfriend is dead.

And her husband is trying to kill me.

He's trying to kill me!

Please, now, not two minutes faster!

So they're coming!

They know.

They know who you are, where you are, and if you touch me they'll... - What do you mean boyfriend?

- Look...

I don't blame you.

Nobody would blame you, you know, it's your anniversary party and he's touching her up, right underneath your nose and it's obvious what's going on, you know.

I can say that I saw that because I did, when I was out in the kitchen.

I did, I saw it.

- What am I bloody hearing?

I don't want to bloody hear this.

- Are you there?

The police are coming!

- Good!

(pounds door) - Well, why'd you kill him if you didn't know?

- I didn't.

I didn't kill him.

- Well, who did?

- I didn't, all I did was, I just, er, hit him and he... Oh, Jesus, this is... What did you see?

- I'm not sure, I'm not sure!

- Well, who was touching who?

- Him.

- And where was she?

- Next to him and he's next to you.

- Where?

- Erm... By the window.

See, I was out in the kitchen-- - No, where was he touching her?

(pounds door) - Oh!

Erm... Back, back hand.

Waist.

- She didn't even bloody like him.

She didn't even, she kept telling me that she didn't bloody like him.

And after 20 years, she changes her hair.

That's why she changed her hair, isn't it?

Bloody... - Hit him for what?

- Talking.

He was the last one here.

She started saying that, you know, she'd had so much to bloody drink, she started saying how flattered she was that I'd thrown the party, but she finished up going absolutely blooding ballistic.

What the hell did I think I was playing at?

How much had I spent?

We can't afford it.

Well, she was right, I mean...

But what if next year we really couldn't afford it?

I mean, I'd only bought it forward a year.

You can't not have a 20th anniversary, can you?

- That was only your nineteenth?

- Only?

- Oh, I, er... No.

19 is a lot.

- Well, she flew out of the room.

I didn't, I'd no idea she was going for the car until I heard her tearing off and I wanted to go after her, but he's got my car keys.

I said, "Give me the keys," he says, "No."

I ask him twice, he says, "No."

I ask him politely, he says, "No."

I say "please," he says, you know what he says?

He says, "Don't be such a bloody fool."

See, somebody else could say that to me and I wouldn't have a problem with it, but from him!

Yeah, well, I surprised the bloody pair of us and I chinned him.

I haven't hit anybody since I was 14.

And he just lies there.

And I'm waiting and I'm waiting for a pasting, 'cause I know he can and he will 'cause he does jujitsu or something like that and...

He doesn't budge an inch.

And... Actually, that (keys jangling) was the very last thing he ever says.

(tense music) - What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- Well, you can't spend all night in there.

- No!

Help!

- Just quit yelling, please, will you?

I can't... (Marcey whimpering) (Marcey crying) (doorknob thuds) (door creaks) All I'm saying is you don't have to come out.

(Marcey whimpers) (doorknob thuds) Just wanted to you that I could get in if I wanted to.

I mean, why would I want to hurt you?

Do you need a drink?

- No.

(footsteps thudding) (tense music) (knocks on door) (tense music) - This yours?

- Where's my other bag?

- What other bag?

- I left it in the changing room.

What if he's not dead?

- He wasn't breathing.

- How do you know?

- You a nurse?

- [Marcey] No.

- No, you're a civil servant.

- Yes.

- [Greg] What the hell are you doing waitressing?

- I pay tax twice.

It gets declared, so it's nobody else's business.

- What kind of civil servant?

- Benefits clerk.

- As in?

- Benefits clerk.

- He went blue and then he went gray.

- Why didn't you call an ambulance?

- Why didn't I phone an ambulance?

'Cause he was dead.

I was trying to help him, but he was dead.

I was gonna call the police, but then you showed up.

I didn't actually hit him, you see, 'cause I missed.

I hit him sort of with my elbow and he... And I couldn't work out what I was meant to be seeing.

And then you showed up and with a face saying exactly what it looked like.

88B Pritchard Street.

Pritchard Street, which?

In Failston?

- Will you stop rooting through my bag, please?

Why didn't you just take your wife out for a meal?

- Anybody can do that, it's not special.

It need to be special, 'cause you work, you work to earn the money and that's all we've ever done.

The only topic of conversation is what you need, what you haven't got, and what you're not likely to get and I absolutely didn't want that discussed in a restaurant.

Just wanted to show her how much I loved her.

What, he...

He touches her?

- Erm... You know, I'm not clear what-- - [Greg] Well, you were sure enough before.

- Well, you were scaring me!

- Well, you scared me.

Thank you, Marcia.

I mean, when had his hand on her back, just her back, or?

- No, just her waist.

- [Greg] And she was, what, touching him back or?

- Just... - Was it like as if she loved him or?

- Well, could have been innocent.

- But not from where you were standing.

- No.

(mobile beeping) - Somebody wants you on your other phone.

(mobile beeps) Marcia.

- What?

- You're right, I'm gonna call the police.

They're gonna make up their own mind anyway, aren't they?

Can't change that.

- Where's Linda?

- Her sister's, probably.

12 miles on, double the limit.

See, if I've hurt Linda, it didn't happen tonight.

You should have left him where he was.

- I tried doing that, pumping the chest thing, you know, but it only made it worse.

The blood was, it was coming out of his ear.

Just go home, Marcia.

This is to the kitchen door.

I'm gonna go into this bedroom.

You can watch me go into the bedroom, I'll shut the door.

Let yourself out.

Now I'm gonna make the call.

(keys jangling) (door thuds shut) (tense music) (door thuds shut) (tense music) (footsteps thudding inside) (dramatic music) - Put the phone down.

I could say I saw everything.

We need to be saying exactly the same thing.

- Yeah.

- Right, so, er, your punch overshot, but your elbow caught him.

- [Greg] (sighs) Yeah, he fell sideways.

- [Marcey] Right side or left side?

- [Greg] Left.

- [Marcey] So your punch didn't actually connect.

You know, he, he swayed back.

He slipped, fell over.

And, er, the left side of his head hit the corner of the table.

- [Greg] Not the table.

He was nowhere near the table.

The coffee table.

- [Marcey] Right.

- [Greg] Look, I'll show you.

(voices overlapping) - [Marcey] No, no, I'm not going in there.

- [Greg] Well, it doesn't matter what I say, does it?

- [Marcey] So... - [Greg] No, you gotta turn up before that, all right?

I've decked him before you got inside if you hadn't, you wouldn't have seen it.

- [Marcey] Look, I'm trying.

- [Greg] I know, I know.

Linda's just budged out.

- [Marcey] Yeah, but I didn't see her go.

- [Greg] Well, no, or she'd have seen you, which she didn't.

- [Marcey] All right.

So I can hear you and Martin yelling.

"Give us the keys."

"No."

"Give us the keys!"

"No."

And I was outside the house now... You swing your elbow towards him.

- [Greg] I tried to hit him.

I missed.

- [Marcey] No, you don't say tried to hit him.

He was gonna hit you.

- [Greg] Mm.

- [Marcey] You were just defending yourself.

I'm knocking on the door.

- [Greg] The back door, yeah.

- [Marcey] I'm knocking on the back door, loud so you can hear me, and I turned into the living room and he goes bloody falling.

Look 'round and overbalanced.

And he slipped.

And when he fell, he banged the left side of his head on the coffee table.

And then he just lay there.

Does that sound convincing?

- This isn't gonna work.

- Look, I don't know you.

Why would I lie?

- No, you shouldn't.

Ring a taxi, go home.

Pretend you saw nothing.

I'm not asking you, I'm telling you.

Thank you very much, Marcia, but you should get out now.

(birds chirping) (Greg sighs) - Who else knew that they were having an affair?

- Well, if I'm the last, how the hell would I know?

If I was gonna kill him for that, would I do it with a bloody coffee table?

- But if nobody saw that, who's saying it happened like that?

And whatever we're saying, why has it taken us nearly two hours to ring for help?

(birds chirping) (door bangs shut) (motor revving) (car rumbling) (tense music) (car door slams) (car rumbling) (car crashes) (flames whooshing) (fire crackling) (glass shatters) (fire roaring) (tractor rumbling) (cat meows) Keep still.

(cat meows) No.

(cat meows) (bags rustling) - It blew up.

The whole bloody thing went up.

I can't believe it, it's just... - What?

With him in it?

- Yes.

- Take your clothes off.

Take your clothes off.

There might be things on your shoes from his car.

They can tell.

If they check, they'll know.

- Oh.

- Clothes, shoes, everything.

Leave the bag here.

- Oh.

(birds chirping) (door creaks) (door thuds shut) - I came back for the bag.

Everything was quiet.

You went and got it.

I assumed your wife was in bed.

You offered me a lift, I said, "No, thanks" and left.

I'll take your clothes home and burn them.

Okay?

(tense music) (taxi rumbling) - [Driver] Early start or late finish?

- Earlies.

- I'm normally on at four.

But only 'cause the dog's a diabetic.

Slept in, though.

It's very hard sticking a needle into an animal that doesn't understand why you're causing pain.

Little eyes accusing.

And you're there going, "No, I know.

"I don't want to do this--" - Can you just, erm... Not talk, please?

- Sorry.

Here we go again.

Joyriders setting fire to their free ride home.

(tense music) Frank.

Frank!

- [Frank] (on radio) Go ahead.

- Yeah, I'm on the second bend of the magic mile.

There's a car burnt out.

It's still burning.

- [Frank] So what's new?

- I think there's somebody still in there.

(tense music) (hoses spraying) (police radio chattering) (tapping on window) - You okay?

PC Blake.

Can I have a word?

(police radio chattering nearby) - You got my sympathies.

Accidents are bad enough, but fires are horrible.

If I can just start with your name.

Take your time.

What's your first name?

- Marcia.

(vacuum humming nearby) - Linda?

- Steph.

Sorry.

I, er, left her in bed.

- Yeah.

- [Steph] You okay?

- Er, yeah, mm-hmm.

- You shouldn't have let her drive in that state.

- I didn't let her.

- She was off her face when she knocked us up.

She could barely speak.

Greg, I'm not trying to sound like my sister, but how much did the party cost you, really?

- Not relevant anymore, is it?

- When you said lean on food, I didn't realize you were getting the caterers in.

(Greg mutters) I came to help you straighten the house up, but it looks like you've had the little elves in.

You been up all night?

(clothes sizzling) (tense music) (telephone ringing) - Rose Hill House.

- [Man] Steph.

You talked to Linda?

- Oh, I took her a cup of tea before I came out, that's all.

- [Man] I just rang home.

I thought you'd be there.

- Where are you?

- [Man] I was coming Asheville Road.

There's been a crash.

- Danny, are you all right?

- It's Martin's car.

It's all burnt out.

- No!

Greg!

(car rumbling) - Martin's dead.

Danny saw the car.

(Linda crying) (tense music) (device beeps) (Linda crying) - The police won't tell me anything.

- I know.

I just rung.

- I'm really sorry.

- Yeah, we all are, yeah.

- They're sending someone round later.

But they won't even confirm his name until the next of kin.

We should ring his dad.

- Don't know his dad's number.

I don't even know where his dad lives.

- Devon.

- Yeah, well, I know that, but that's about it.

- Erm, you need to wait before ringing Martin's old fella-- - We can't let Stan hear it from the police, we can't.

- Danny's right.

What if it wasn't him driving?

- No, Steph.

(Linda sobs) Here.

Pour that down you, Greg.

(telephone ringing) - Rose Hill House.

- Could I speak to Mr. Brentwood, please?

- Er, I'm sorry, he's not taking calls at the moment.

Can I take a message?

- Oh, erm...

I was working there last night.

- Working?

Oh, er, the catering firm, sorry.

- I think I might have left my watch behind.

I was wondering if he'd seen it.

- Over again it's not him, it's not Martin.

- It's er, it's a bit tricky at the moment.

- But that car was totally incinerated.

- Call back in a second and... - Nobody could have survived.

- After six rings, if you leave your number we'll get back to you when we can, okay?

Bye.

(Danny crying) (line ringing) - Yeah, I'm...

I'm just going to see if there's anymore brandy.

(Danny sniffling) (telephone ringing) Hello?

- Mr. Brentwood.

It's Marcey Burgess.

- Where, where's Pritchard Street?

- [Marcey] What?

- Which Pritchard Street?

I've been tracking down for you.

- I'm not listed.

- Well, thank you.

Oh, God, I mean, I'm going round the bend here, really.

I mean, they've found the car and it's mayhem.

Everyone's just expecting me to... Christ knows, gee.

- You need to replace those clothes.

If the police get involved and if they ask what you were wearing, you couldn't lie about that.

Everybody at the party saw you.

- Well, who's gonna remember that?

- You had a photographer there.

- Christ, yeah.

God, yes, yes, you're right.

- You need to buy the same clothes, same shoes, everything.

- Where from?

- Well, wherever you got them from originally.

- [Greg] What if I can't remember that?

What, the... What, the exact shops?

Well, the shoes, yeah, yeah, but-- - Erm, we'll need your P-45, a letter from your last employer saying why you were dismissed... - That was years ago.

- And your birth certificate.

Not a copy, it has to be an original.

Bring it to one of the clerks in the front desk.

- Are you talking to me?

- I am now.

My supervisor was listening.

Listen, erm, suit from Armari, shirt from Enarto, tie from Barries.

- Oh, this is bloody torture, this is, really.

Really, I mean, everybody knows he's dead and I'm expected... And I can't.

I mean what sort of face am I supposed to be pulling?

Jesus!

- What leg are you?

- Leg?

- I scorched the label on the trousers.

What size leg are you?

- 32, I think.

(machinery grinding) (machinery winds down) - Er, Greg's got some very bad news, lads.

- Er, this is, erm...

I'm gonna say this quickly and, er, then you better forget the rest of the day.

(line beeping busy) (line rings) - Mr. Shaps?

(television playing in background) Stan?

- [Stan] Yes, hello.

- It's, erm, it's Greg Brentwood, Martin's business partner at Brentwood Shaps.

- [Stan] Oh, that's right.

Yeah.

- Er...

I'm the, erm, the bearer of bad news, I'm afraid, Mr. Shaps.

Martin, erm, was involved in a car accident this morning.

- [Stan] Yeah, you'll need to speak up.

- Martin was in a car accident this morning.

- [Stan] Yes, right.

- Somebody's told you?

- [Stan] Yeah, but that wasn't my fault.

- Sorry?

- [Stan] The, er, the other driver slammed his brakes on without any warning whatsoever.

- No.

Martin, your son Martin-- - [Stan] Hang on.

- Was in a car accident.

- [Stan] Er, here's the police report.

Er, reference-- - They've been to see you?

- [Stan] AG-5240, accident.

- No, Martin.

I'm talking about Martin.

- [Stan] It's ridiculous.

- But Martin is, has, has died, Mr. Shaps.

- [Stan] Look, I am his dad, but I was alone in the car.

- Would you turn the TV off?

(doorbell ringing) - Er, you'll have to ring back.

I got the police at the door.

(line beeping) (tense music) (car alarm bleeps) (tense music) - They only had size 15 in the shirt.

- Right.

(trunk slams) (door rattles shut) If a security guy shows up, act like you're a client.

- What would a client be doing?

- Well, if we'd just priced up a job, they'd have a face a lot like yours, so you're fine.

You need a drink?

- Oh, erm... - No, not here.

These are blanks.

Here.

- Thanks.

- Listen.

I don't know how to thank you for what you've done.

- Right.

380 pounds.

Suit was nearly 200.

It can't be a check, can it?

- No.

No.

Erm... Nip to the cash point?

- Okay.

- Or will tomorrow do?

- Okay.

(door clicks open) - Oh, sorry.

It's all right to carry on?

- Oh, no, it's okay, we'll, erm...

Follow me.

- Okay.

- Yeah, I just started to hate London, you know?

Taking hours to get anywhere, never getting a proper day's work done.

I'd been out here on a job, I liked the look of it and somebody told me that the bypass was being extended.

I thought, well, that's it, head out to the suburbs, double the size of your house before every other bugger gets to hear about it.

(scoffs) Yeah.

Except it didn't happen.

- It did.

- Well, the bypass did, but the junction didn't.

Didn't get a junction, did you?

The commuters needed a junction.

The hordes never showed, did they?

Didn't you live round here then?

- Oh, I've always lived round here.

- What, you voted against the junction?

(Marcey chuckles) Yeah, right.

Well... Our income took a dive, the mortgage started to look like the Millennium Dome and Linda only came on the promise of a better life.

- It wasn't your fault.

- No, and she never blamed me.

It was a bad decision we both made together.

Except...

It was my idea.

When she touched him back, could that have been her pushing him away, maybe?

- Maybe.

- 'Cause that'd make more sense, you see.

If you knew them, I mean, if you knew, Martin and you knew Linda, I mean, I can see him being tempted, but I can't in a million years see her being interested.

He's the total bloody opposite of me.

- Er, she didn't look happy about him doing it.

- What, at all or just 'cause I was there?

- No, no, 'cause, erm, her hand went like that.

- Yeah.

(Greg sighs) - I saw his car.

The taxi driver stopped at the accident.

The driver phoned the police.

- What, you stayed there?

- Well, I couldn't walk away.

You wouldn't.

Not unless you had something to hide.

- What, you, the police talked to you?

- Only to get a statement.

Not even.

Name, address.

- What, your real name?

- Well, I'm just a passenger in a taxi.

- Yeah, but you... From, to?

You going from, to?

- Well, you know, I rang up a cab and stood outside a pub.

Police didn't ask where from, where to, just name, address, and how I could be contacted.

- But your real address?

I mean, you could have told him anything.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- You could have said anything.

Oh, God, I... - Wrong.

Wrong, no, because, are you listening?

Yeah?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Carefully?

- Yeah.

- I'd rang the taxi from my mobile.

And if I'd given a false name and they'd tried contacting me, well, they got my number anyway if they want to look for it.

They could trace me.

If I'd lied, they would know something was wrong, wouldn't they?

Wouldn't they?

- Yeah.

Yeah, correct.

Yes, I'm sorry.

God.

- Well, I'm meant to be catering, so.

(Marcey clears throat) Well, I am gonna... - Yeah, that way.

(Greg exhales) (door creaks) (tense music) Oh, my God.

(tense music) - Can you be certain what time Martin left?

- Well, when I say a quarter past two, it could have been half past.

I wasn't really aware of the time.

- Had he had much to drink?

- No, I don't think so.

Erm, champagne toast, wine with a meal, just a couple, maybe, er, dessert wine.

Then we had a slug or two of brandy with the coffee.

I wasn't counting, to be honest.

- But five at least.

And that's acceptable, is it, for somebody you know is driving?

- Well, back of the invitation had local taxi numbers.

- What was the party in aid of, Mr. Brentwood?

- Wedding anniversary.

- I see.

Big one, then?

- Nineteenth.

- Right.

(vehicle approaching outside) Will this, er, this be your wife?

- Yeah, yeah, could be.

Yeah.

Do you need her?

- Well, we might as well get it over and done with if she's up to it.

- Ah, right.

Yeah, I'll go and get her.

(police radio chattering) (door slams) Don't say we rowed.

- The police?

- Yeah, just don't say we rowed, and especially not about money of all things.

- Does that matter?

- Well, just...

If they know I shelled out three grand for-- - Three grand?

- Just, shh, please.

- Greg!

How?

- Look, if they know I did all that and you slept somewhere else last night, I'm gonna look a total fool, utterly.

Plus, do you want to tell him you were driving on about five times the legal limit?

- (sighs) Three grand plus the necklace?

- The necklace says I love you.

Forget what it cost.

- So we just waved Martin off together.

- Yeah.

Yeah, 2:15, we lit up the paddock so he could find his car, all right?

- 2:15?

But you said he left when I did.

- Yeah.

Well I was in bed asleep at Steph's by then.

Did Martin stay after I'd gone?

Well, what did you talk about?

- Gum disease.

He had a dental appointment, dreaded the cost like he does.

She we get company membership of God knows, gum plan, tooth plan, whatever.

Nothing, we talked nothing.

(Greg exhales) (dramatic music) (gentle music)