(paper crumbling) (fire crackling) - [Linda] Greg.

(fire crackling) Greg.

- I just couldn't sleep.

I was freezing so I, you know, see if I can get a fire going.

- Couldn't you just switch the heating pack on?

(fire crackling) - Yeah.

Yeah.

I just thought, fire.

(fire crackling) - [Linda] I'm gonna stick the kettle on, you want some tea?

- [Greg] Um.

(fire crackling) - Miss Burgess.

(car engines revving) I just need to ask you a couple more questions.

(suspenseful music) (car engine revving) (suspenseful music) (gravel crunching) - Hi.

- [Greg] Hi.

- Do you use this road regularly, sir?

- Yeah, I live about a mile back.

- Oh, so you know about the accident?

- Yeah, terrible.

Yeah, it's a friend of mine.

- [Policewoman] Oh, I'm sorry.

What time would you normally be traveling in this direction?

- Oh, around now, sometimes earlier.

Sometimes a bit later, depending on the, you know, no a bit earlier.

- And as a rule, would you normally break harder on the first bend or the second?

- First or second?

The, oh, first or second?

Yeah.

Well, I'm not sure because.

No, no second, because you know whether camber changes, it gets a bit skewer, doesn't it?

- Thanks for your help.

- Oh.

(suspenseful music) (car engine revving) - [Man] If he braked down the camber in first, would he have built up enough speed to lose it on the second?

- [Policeman] Unless he's swerved without braking.

- Well there's no skid marks on the road.

- Yeah, so he hasn't rolled or anything.

- No.

(suspenseful music) - [Policewoman] Now I can't understand how he can lose it on that bend.

(suspenseful music) - Go to the front desk, and they'll give you another appointment.

(people speaking indistinctly) - Hello, hello, I'm sorry.

- What you doing?

This isn't so clever, is it?

- No, I know.

- How'd you know where I worked?

- Your ID.

- It doesn't say here.

- Well, I've tried every other bloody floor in the building, you don't work there, do you?

I am sorry, I'm sorry, okay, but they're all over the place.

The police are bloody everywhere.

- Shh.

- I've just gone through two red lights, I can't breathe.

They're stopping people and they're asking questions.

So something's not right.

- I know, I know.

They came to see me this morning.

- Oh Jesus.

What did he want?

- Undo your shirt.

- What?

- This anxiety is why you can't breathe, probably is choking you, undo your shirt.

Come here.

What are you doing wearing a party shirt for work?

- Right, I needed a smell of something.

You know, it certainly bloody doesn't hurt, doesn't it?

- [Marcey] Where are you parked?

- I haven't a clue.

- Go and find your car.

Wait for me outside the front entrance.

I'll be down as soon as I can.

- Right.

- Go on.

- Yeah.

(people speaking indistinctly) (telephone ringing) (people speaking indistinctly) (car engines revving) (police sirens blaring) (car engine revving) (police sirens blaring) I knew it, I knew it, we're gonna bloody swing for this.

I mean if they turning up and your doorstep, saying what?

Asking what?

What's this?

- Valium, take it.

Then five deep breaths.

Breathe from here.

Move through the bottom of your ribs.

- Yeah.

(car engines revving) (Greg gasping) - A farmer spotted somebody walking away from the farm.

- Really?

I mean, well, they know it wasn't an accident 'cause I heard 'em talking about it.

I mean, this is a total bloody disaster, Marcey.

What are we saying now?

- If the farmer doesn't know whether he saw a he or she, it is saying nothing okay, Greg.

Relax.

Move your ribs out.

All of them.

- Yeah.

I mean, if they know it wasn't an accident, they will start to pick, pick, pick, they'll start going back over everything, but.

- Just keep telling yourself, the last time he left your house, he was in a really good mood.

That's all you have to keep telling yourself.

Really telling yourself.

"Bye Greg, great party."

"Bye Martin, see you tomorrow."

And you really thought that you would.

- Right.

Here.

(cellphone ringing) Oh God.

(cellphone ringing) Eugene?

- [Eugene] Hiya Greg.

You know there's two suits from a brewery sitting in your office?

- Oh, yes.

They, listen, I'm sitting in traffic here.

You'd better tell 'em I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna move.

Eugene, turn off.

Look, I can't go in like this, look me.

- You can't go canceling, you've got to act normal.

- Normal, he's dead, I've killed a man.

How is that normal?

- Fine, be sad normal, confused normal.

But you can't go cancel and everything.

"Bye Martin, see you tomorrow."

- Bye.

- That's it.

- Eug.

- [Eugene] Still here.

- Yeah, get 'em some drinks, tell 'em 20 minutes, traffic's a bloody nightmare, right.

- [Eugene] Yeah, will do.

- Right, take another and two more in a couple of hours.

- See, I'm fine if you're there and I know what you're thinking, but a minute's something else crops up, I'm going what if Marcey's saying the bloody opposite, it's driving me mad.

- Trust me Greg, you see, I won't say anything that we haven't agreed, you understand?

- Right.

- What's yours?

- Oh, 7814-2423-14.

- Okay.

Go to your meeting.

- Yes.

(car engine revving) Christ.

(upbeat music) (car engine revving) (upbeat music) (car horns honking) (door bell ringing) (upbeat music) - Hi.

- Miss.

Burgess.

- Come up.

- Sergeant says you might have something for us.

- Well I think so, I'm not sure.

- Listen, anything's an improvement on what we got.

- Greg.

Greg.

Greg.

Greg.

(desk knocking) There's a lady here with an appointment.

- Who?

(wood knocking) - Hi.

I went to the surgery for another prescription.

You can keep these.

- You.

Can you even stand up on this stuff.

Feel like a bloody elephant.

- If they're too strong, split 'em in half.

- What do you take this stuff for?

- Sleeps good.

You needed it.

- Well, not in the middle of a conversation.

I.

Actually, they helped with the brewery, I think.

I kept forgetting words like Thursday and customer.

And I looked such a wreck, they took sympathy I think.

Anyway, they've given me another pub to do.

(wood knocking) - I went back to the police.

I've said I vaguely remember seeing somebody that morning, a female walking down the lane.

- Why?

- So they stop thinking male.

(wood knocking) - No, that's still somebody walking away, that's worse.

- No, I said, I thought she had a dog.

- A dog?

- Yes, If she was walking a dog, then she couldn't be connected with a fire.

It's just a person with a dog so she can be struck off their niggles list.

Drink your coffee.

Put your Valium away.

- Greg.

Oh, sorry.

(wood knocking) - You might have just saved my neck.

Miss Brentwood was just asking me if I'd ever done wages before.

And I was probably gonna say yes, but actually no, no.

Oh, it doesn't mean I can't.

I'm just being honest.

- Oh, I see you're a temp.

I'm sorry, I'm Linda.

Mrs. Brentwood.

- Marcia Burgess, Marcey.

- Yeah.

I don't know if Greg's explained Marcy, but his business partner died two days ago and we're all in a bit of a state.

- Oh no, I'm really sorry.

- Yeah, we all are.

- Look, I can just come back and we can do this another time.

- Yeah, that's a good idea.

Tuesday, but not before three, 'cause.

- Greg, can we talk about that?

Let me borrow him, two minutes, promise.

- I'll just nip to the loo then.

(police sirens blaring) I know you don't I?

- The party.

- I was a waitress at your anniversary party.

- You were?

- You know, it's only seeing the two of you together that, oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Brentwood, I just didn't recognize you.

- No.

- You know how it is when you see people out of context?

They're two separate agencies, I only do the catering when work's a bit thin on the ground.

Which well, when is it not?

- Well we all know what that feels like.

The toilets are down the corridor second on the right.

It's all blokes here, so I won't make apologies for the state of it.

(telephone ringing) Who's gonna get that?

(telephone ringing) - It'll transfer.

- Yes, to whom?

Me and Steph have been fielding your business calls all day.

Where have you been?

- Martin used to do this?

- I know.

I know you're shell shocked, but we need all the help we can get, you know that, or you wouldn't have called the agency in the first place.

We can get through this, if we just, one foot in front of the other, okay.

If she's good, give her the job, okay.

- No, she's crap.

- Why?

- She just told her she didn't do the wages.

- Oh, now just right now, you only need somebody fielding the calls and running the office.

(telephone ringing) Take her on for a week 'til we can manage to advertise.

(telephone ringing) - Mrs. Brentwood the toilet door's locked.

(telephone ringing) - Brentwood Shapps.

- Oh right.

Only because the builders in the next unit, kept using it.

Well, listen, Marcey, Greg seems thrilled with you.

So when's the soonest you could start?

Tomorrow would be brilliant because we're really stuck.

- Okay.

- I'll show you around the wages software in less than an hour.

Honestly, it's dead simple.

- Okay.

(wood knocking) - She's nice, you'll be fine.

- Oh sorry, yes.

Can you repeat that please?

No, just, just from the beginning.

- It's Greg coming or what?

- [Steph] He's left something in the car.

- His head's a fair bit.

- Come on, Linda, you're not the only one taking this badly.

- I know, but we've gotta keep functioning and he's.

Will you take him out for a drink or something, Danny?

He needs to be talking to somebody and I'm obviously not on the list.

- Ay, no problem.

I will, yeah.

- Thanks.

- Hey, have you seen these?

I got, 'em developed this afternoon.

- Oh.

- Oh.

- [Danny] You can keep this set.

- That's lovely.

- [Marcey] What else could I say?

- Well, dead easy, how about no.

I mean, how's this gonna work now, how?

I mean you got bloody job.

She thinks she's dying tomorrow of God sakes, how?

- I'll have to think of something?

- Well, like what?

- I don't know.

But stop shouting at me or I'm slamming the phone down.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, really.

- Oh, I know this girl.

- [Danny] Who?

- Her.

Yeah, she's with a temp agency.

I've just talked Greg into taking her on.

- Oh right.

- [Steph] Hi Greg.

- Hi.

- [Danny] Greg, do you wanna be a beer?

- Yeah, brilliant, yeah.

- What had you forgotten?

- Sorry?

- In the car?

- Oh, oh, the.

- Look who's here.

- Oh yeah, yeah.

- And here.

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, so she is yeah.

(gentle music) (dogs barking) (police sirens blaring) (gentle music) (telephone ringing) (gentle upbeat music) (people speaking indistinctly) - [Woman] Good afternoon, Marcey.

- [Man] Bright and early, Marcey.

(gentle upbeat music) (telephone ringing) (gentle upbeat music) - Morning.

You are on the front desk to ascertain whether people deserve assistance or whether they're robbing us blind.

But at this rate, you are the worst offender.

You stroll into work when it suites you.

You left yesterday, lunchtime, and nobody saw you again.

You're stroll in this morning, as though you were doing as a favor.

- I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

It's a bit late for that.

You'll be getting your second written warning.

In the post first thing tomorrow.

Understand?

Miss.

Burgess.

- I saw a dead body.

Car accident, fire.

I was one of the first in the scene, I had to wait for the police to take a statement.

- Did you log this with your supervisor?

Where?

- Near Broughton.

The police will probably wanna to me again, because there was bound to be an inquest.

The car shot off the road, hit a tree, exploded.

I tried to get the man out, but the flames were everywhere.

The heat was.

Well do you feel how dry my hairs gone?

The door handles were red hot.

I had to stand back and watch.

There is nothing peaceful about it.

I was shouting and I think he heard me, but the heat was.

And you know the worst thing, the worst thing, you know, when you first stick meat on a barbecue.

(gentle music) - You were obviously shouldn't be here, go home.

Get your stuff together and go home.

(gentle music) Sign yourself sick for a week and we'll take you from there.

You you'll be fine, honestly.

(telephone ringing) (gentle music) - [Man] Shop in only week, priority's getting the timber in.

If I say two or three days, assume four.

Stuart, Marcey.

- Hiya.

- 'Cause if you haven't got the timber, we can't do a thing.

So you doing the wages and that?

- Yeah, I'm just doing the system.

- That's great.

Oh, she is doing the wages.

- [All] Yes.

- Well, Greg's really not gonna have to scratch since we lost Martin.

I mean is a lovely bloke, great boss to work for.

But Martin was the money man.

Clive, Marcey.

- Hi Marcey.

(gentle music) (saw blade whirring) (gentle music) - Hi Greg.

- Hi.

That's absolutely fine, Stan.

I said that's fine, Stan.

Yeah.

Whatever's best for you, really.

Yeah, okay see you then.

You okay?

- Meaning you're not?

- No.

Martin's dad wants to come and collect his things.

- They're all boxed up.

- He's a nice man.

He's a nice deaf old man.

And I don't think I can face him.

- You can't not.

How bad would that look.

When's he coming?

- He's driving from Devon tomorrow.

So about six-ish.

You'll be here then, wouldn't you?

- Of course.

(wood knocking) - What if I'm out on a job and I'm stuck in traffic and I say.

- No.

No, no, Greg.

A, you are not leave me to sort that out.

And B, you have to be here.

(wood knocking) (gentle music) - It was a great, great bloke to work with, Stan.

We all got on a really well, you know.

Sorry.

I'll sort my myself out in a minute.

I just been around to his flat collecting things, silly things.

I don't know why, I bagged all these socks up, taking them home with me.

- No, not silly at all.

- Greg, haven't you got someone coming over to the house?

- Should you be somewhere else?

- Yeah but it's out of the questions Stan, really, really.

- No, no, I'm, I'll be off in a minute.

I'm gonna go home so I can get some scotch.

No, honestly you go.

I'd just like to see his desk if that's okay.

- Just gimme two secs.

- Thanks.

- I'm really, really sorry.

- We'll all miss him.

(door knocking) - You better get a move on.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We'll see each other again at the funeral, Stan, yeah.

- He's still with us.

- Yeah.

- Always will be.

- Yeah.

- This was in his wardrobe.

Looks like working stuff that belongs here.

- Thank you.

- Is it okay if I take some of this stuff?

- Oh, anything you want.

Just put it in the box and I'll get one of the lads to bring it down to your car.

- [Stan] Thanks.

I'll not take anything to do with work.

Just his personal stuff.

He kept his desk tidy, didn't he?

He was like that at home.

Never had to ask him to tidy up his room.

- [Reporter] Instead of a traditional cup of tea, Sir John and Lady Cheshire shared some porridge in the gorilla kitchen with their newfound friend.

Napima is one of five gorillas at the zoo.

And he's the only offspring of Yekwanza and Kahili.

Western lowland gorillas continue to be threatened in their native equatorial Africa.

So youngsters like Napima who've been captive bred, will hopefully breed themselves and so prolong the lifestyle of this wonderful creatures.

- [Greg] That was lovely, thank you.

- [Reporter] Johnson Scott, head of mammals at the zoo, welcomed the chimp to introduce the animals to Napima.

- [Johnson] Yes, sir.

(suspenseful music) (train engine revving) (suspenseful music) (cellphone ringing) - [Greg] Marcey, it's me.

- I know who it is and I know who you are.

You are lying two-faced bastard.

I believed every word who told me.

- [Greg] Marcy.

- You knew he had nicked this money before he died, didn't you?

That's why he died.

That is why you killed him.

Well you better telling me the truth or I am straight to the police, right?

(suspenseful music) (car engine revving) (dog barking) (suspenseful music) I've sent an email to myself saying everything.

So if I'm in a ditch, they'll know it's you, you can't touch me.

- What the hell are you on about?

What have I done?

- You killed Martin Shapps and convinced me it was an accident.

And you know, I help you make it look like an accident, 'cause I thought it was a mistake that anyone could make, but it wasn't was it?

You really wanted him dead.

You knew for a fact he was having an affair with your wife.

- Why are you saying this?

- Oh don't come with that.

Bank account with 120 grand in it.

You knew he was stealing money.

You knew all that when you killed him and you played a blinder.

Because I believed every word that.

(train engine revving) It's just, Stan gave me this file from Martin's flat.

And he assumed it was to do with business.

- He's been taking all this.

- Says VAT account, except no money ever goes out.

- Who are the signatories?

- The file says Marlin.

- What's a Marlin?

- Well it's a fish.

It's their names, Martin and Linda.

You know, now I come to think of it.

There's probably a perfectly reason.

(gentle music) (police sirens blaring) (train engine revving) (gentle music) Sorry.

- Bloody months, bloody months.

Scraping around juggling cashflow to make the wages.

And me wondering why the hell we not having, bloody months.

Three steps forward, two steps back.

- I couldn't see how you wouldn't know.

- Well, me neither.

Well, he did the books, he's always done the books.

120 grand up.

- Yeah, more or less.

- I mean, she was gonna leave me, wasn't she?

I mean, she obviously decided.

When was this account opened?

- Last June.

- Yeah.

(Greg laughing) Hey, but I killed him.

- It was an accident.

- So what?

He's dead.

Bastard shagging my wife, robbing me blind, is dead and I did that.

- Greg, if security come around and you're.

- How good do you think that feels, hey?

- Greg, would you keep your voice down?

- When they ask why, I go, it's the least, no honestly it is the very bloody least I could do.

- You can't go to Linda with this.

- And not just dexed him, no fried the devious dirty bastard to a crisp in the luxury of his over waxed car.

- Greg, Greg.

You can't tell Linda you know.

We need to think about this.

You need to think.

- [Greg] Think is all I've ever done and it's got me absolutely-bloody-lutley nowhere.

(car engine revving) (gentle music) - Mr. Brentwood, sorry about this.

We're just struggling a bit.

We're under pressure to dot the Is, cross the Ts and Martin Shapp's family pressing for a funeral.

Which of course they can't have until the inquest reports.

- Yeah, fair enough.

- Now, in your statement, you reckon Martin drank about.

- One champagne, two table-ones, plus dessert-one and two brandies.

- Yeah, I remember saying that I wasn't aware he was driving or I'd have done something about it.

- Yeah, but the four other guests, we've taken statements from, say he wasn't drinking at all.

- Wasn't he?

- I saw he had a glass, I don't know what was in it.

- Apparently because he had a dental appointment the following morning.

- Well, I mean looked like wine, I sort of assumed.

- But when you thought you had brandy, that was in a brandy glass?

I mean, you can have a brand in a straight glass, of course you can, but you wouldn't put a soft drink in a brandy glass.

- Well, I can't.

Straight, yeah, you know like tumblers.

Linda, what do you call those tumblers, we got on the Lakes?

- Tumblers.

- Cambering Tumblers, yeah.

I'll show you.

(gentle upbeat music) See, this would be why I couldn't tell what you got in it, see, I just assumed.

- What are you talking about?

Those haven't been out the cupboard in years.

- No, I mean something like this.

I mean, you could have had water in there, what would I know.

In something like this, I mean.

- I thought the caterers supplied glasses.

- Well, some of 'em yes.

They supplied some of the glasses.

Some yes, some no.

This isn't fair.

- I know.

And there's nobody more sorry than us, Mr. Brentwood.

- He was a well liked bloke.

- We were celebrating our marriage.

- So nobody's expecting your recall to be a hundred percent, but I wouldn't be nagging if it wasn't so vital.

You with me?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Now you were the last people to see him alive, did he seem drunk to you?

- No.

- Did he come back for anything after?

- No.

- We've still got a farm worker insisting he saw somebody walking away from the fire.

- Yeah, that's what we'd heard.

But I mean, if you've been starting fires, would you walk?

You wouldn't walk, who'd walk?

- No, we're thinking passenger.

- Oh, yeah.

- Did he bring someone to the party, a girlfriend?

- No.

- But you weren't here when he arrived, Mrs. Brentwood.

Did he turn up with anyone?

- Well, to be honest, when I am the door, a bunch of 'em have pitched up together and I got a thousand things on my mind, 'cause I've been trying to organize this for months.

You know, a big surprise for Linda, massive surprise for Linda to thank her for all those glorious years, 19 glorious years, as a matter of fact.

So I couldn't say who came with who?

Whom?

Whom?

But it wasn't like Martin to play the Cosby, knowing him, he'd brought one of them.

- [Policewoman] So he was seeing someone?

- Well, not in particular 'cause well, you know, one of the main reasons me and Martin went into business together and anybody who knew him, and back this up, wouldn't they Linda, he was at his very best doing two things at once.

- What as in women?

- Yep, work, life, women.

- [Policewoman] Names would help.

- We never saw him with anybody after he split up with Carol.

- No not names, he wasn't a yapper, neither am I.

A young woman, blonde, lipstick, lawyer or something, showed up at the office couple of times a month.

Yeah, lunch dates, locking up times.

I only ever got a chance to say hello or good morning if she was driving him back in.

- [Policewoman] Recently?

- Last Thursday, most recent.

Or Tuesday was it, I forget?

- From round here?

- Bedford, he said yeah.

Worth the journey obviously.

You've been offered a drink?

I stick the kettle on, shall I?

- The struggle is he left here to drive home, but he's only a mile or so.

- Few more days, I'm starting the rumor syphilis, you watch her face.

(gentle music) (telephone ringing) I'll get it.

(telephone ringing) Oh, you're bloody kidding.

No, that's ridiculous.

Now, why do we pay a maintenance contract?

No I can't, I can't, I've got people here, this it's vital, I can't just.

(gentle music) No, okay, okay, yeah.

Yeah fair dues.

(gentle music) - Yeah, alarm's going off of at work.

- We can send someone round faster than you can get there.

- No, it'd be your dud, second time tonight isn't it?

(gentle music) So I'll, I'll just.

(gentle music) (car engine revving) (door bell ringing) (dogs barking) What can I do, I can't even sue him?

I mean, if I sue her and I'm going, you and that thieving bastard were ripping me off, so you had me paying for you to leave me.

- Which you're not gonna do.

- Well, I can't can I?

'Cause the least that does is make it look as if I killed him.

Deliberately.

If there was a God that I'd get a replay.

Just so I'd known.

Haven't got any whiskey have you?

- On top of Valium, driving and blood pressure?

I guess not.

- No.

I don't care how wound up you get.

- I know.

- Say one word and your guess both drung up.

- Oh you must bloody hate me.

- No she doesn't.

- Well if you'd met him, you'd piss yourself.

I mean, this is a guy who's central heating is turned to come on exactly 20 minutes before he comes home, 'cause he always gets home at 6:25.

He used to iron his socks.

I mean, where the hell was she gonna go with a bloke like that?

- If you hate somebody, tell them to their face, they get sick of it and walk.

That's what Ben with me.

- His ex-wife said it was like living with Cliff Richard.

She actually said that in court, even the judge laughed.

Who's Ben again?

- Husband.

- You married?

- Not anymore.

- Never mentioned it.

- Why would I?

- Where's he now?

- Stevenage, he got the house.

- Right.

- And custody of my son.

- You're a mother?

- On paper.

- [Greg] Of?

- Boy.

- With a name?

- Ben.

- No, the son?

- [Marcey] Ben.

- Oh.

How old?

- 11.

- How come he is there and not here?

- He wanted to be.

- No, I mean, if you're his mother, where is little Ben with Big Ben?

(Marcey laughing) - The judge said, "It's a big decision "and you don't have to make it now.

"But in an ideal world, which parent would you?"

And he yelled, "Dad."

(fire crackling) - Ooh, I'm sorry.

- No big surprise.

(fire crackling) (police sirens blaring) I was always the least favorite person in the house.

And the older he got the less I could do about it.

And obviously they both preferred Gillian.

- I've forgotten who Gillian is.

- My sister, Gillian.

She's moved in now.

- Why, you never told me?

- Why have you never asked?

- Ask how?

If you never said, I mean, you haven't got a dog, but I wouldn't assume you did have a dog, 'cause it's not here.

Oh Marcey, look like the type to own an Labrador, but I don't see one anywhere, is there a story behind that?

(Marcey laughing) - No, so you can forget about all this.

"What's your life Marcey?

"Have you got a life Marcey "or you just beamed down to bail me out?"

And I go, funny you should ask Greg, 'cause actually I was married and I did have a son and actually I did have a dog, not Labrador, a Schnauzer.

But now they're all gone.

Two to Stevenage, one under a bus.

But thanks for looking vaguely interested.

- Sorry.

- You've been busy.

(fire crackling) - I was the last thing you wanted in your life, wasn't I?

- I'm not gloating but state of you made me feel normal.

(Marcey laughing) (birds chirping) (gentle music) - Greg.

Greg.

The Lawrence's have just rung.

She can get out of work this morning.

They want to see the house in daylight.

Sounds eager enough.

The agent reckons we're gonna try bidding 30 grand under.

He's saying we should stick to our guns and you're probably agreeing, but Greg for 30 grand, I don't want to see these people walk away.

Now get yourself in the shower, I'll bring you coffee up.

(suspenseful music) What have you lost?

- Car keys?

- Oh yeah, here.

(suspenseful music) (telephone ringing) (people speaking indistinctly) (gentle music) (people speaking indistinctly) - Oh no.

- Oh, who did that?

- [Man] How did that happen?

- Hey, you keep your secrets?

- Me?

- [Man] Is it your birthday?

- No.

- You wouldn't lie to me?

- No.

- Someone's happy.

- Those aren't mine.

- [Man] Well, the guy said they were.

(wood knocking) - This bit already has play planning permission for commercial development with all the other out buildings.

We were going to make it into a showroom for my husband's business.

But anyway, the planning's still valid for, oh I'd have to ask Greg when he shows up.

Oh there he is.

Excuse me, Steph, could you?

- I'm sorry you're interested.

And I wish I could afford the place.

So the best you're gonna get from me is hostile.

- Greg, come on, shift it.

They're asking about the planning and I'm having to busk.

- See all this could have been finished now, couldn't it?

- What?

It is not.

- How's absolutely certain to be finished.

I told you it'd be finished.

You went, "Not a chance."

And hey you were right, isn't that weird?

- Does it matter now?

- Well, apparently not.

- What is the matter with you, Greg?

They're really keen and she's already been on the building society.

Will you please come and do your stuff?

Hi, here we are.

Hi.

- Right, planning.

Not at all a problem.

It'll only be a problem if you're gonna get a house and that's not gonna happen, 'cause it's not for sale, never should have been for sale.

So why don't you get in your car, turn it around and piss right off out of it.

- Oh God.

I'm so sorry.

Stay there please, just.

Greg.

Greg.

(car engine revving) (suspenseful music) (wood knocking) (suspenseful music) (saw blade whirring) (suspenseful music) Where is he, Marcey?

- Well, nobody's seen him.

- He hasn't rung in?

- Not yet.

- Oh, Christ.

- Something wrong?

- Yes, wrong.

More wrong.

- [Marcey] Can I get you a drink.

- No.

Can you try ringing him on your mobile?

If you get through, don't say I'm here, just hand it to me.

(cellphone ringing) - [Greg] Does not from Stevenage mean anything?

- Straight to voicemail.

Should I leave a message, Linda?

- [Greg] Is she there?

- You wouldn't believe what he's just done?

No.

If I say it I'll scream.

You know he's got a prescription made out to you.

- Has he?

- Diazepam, Valium.

- Right.

I don't use 'em anymore.

And well he seemed to be all over the place.

- That prescription's only three days old.

- It's repeat, never canceled it.

My land lady she's a bit.

- Well, thanks for trying Marcey, but it isn't helping a bit.

Opposite if anything.

So do us a fever and keep 'em to yourself.

What's not from Stevenage?

(Marcey laughing) - It's my mom's joke.

Only funny if you know her.

(wood knocking) - If you seen before me give him a bang in the head, two if he stands still long enough.

(wood knocking) (water running) - Okay.

- Well she just texted, Linda just texted.

I think I better go and face the music, I think, you know.

- No, she hasn't show me, show me.

- All right, she's not.

But I can't sit in baths, I have showers, I do showers.

- I am not going out until I know you're in there.

Nobody's watching, nobody's peeing, nobody's interested.

But if you don't relax, you are going to pop.

If you drop dead while you're standing, no way am I shifting any more bodies.

I'll just move out and leave you to rot.

And there you'll look a mess.

In you go.

- [Greg] No.

(gentle music) (police sirens blaring) (gentle music) - [Marcey] There's some food here when you've had your bath.

(gentle music) ♪ I used to think that we would be special ♪ ♪ Then you go and do that off me ♪ ♪ I used to think that you belonged ♪ - Make sure you shut the front door properly, when you go out, you really have to pull it.

- [Greg] Music's nice.

- See you at work.

- [Greg] Wish your friend a happy birthday.

♪ I can see what you ♪ (car engine revving) - Greg, don't take your coat off.

- Hi.

- I've got my name down for a game of snooker at 10.

You fancy getting thrashed?

- You know what?

No.

- Where have you been?

- I've been in London after a bit of business that normally Martin would've followed up.

But it obviously went well because fancy some of this?

- Yeah, why not?

- It's not the usual kind of audit, see.

Bit more money, bit of a challenge then.

- I'm talking about the house.

We can't afford to string this mortgage out.

- No, well maybe we can you see if comes off.

Help yourself.

Should pocket a fair wack.

Say 120 grand.

- Jesus.

- Profit?

- How's that possible?

Are you sure?

- Dead sure.

Yeah.

- Wouldn't you be better stashing that to make a move, Greg?

- Like not tipping good money after bad.

- Bad meaning what, Danny?

- Come on Greg, I mean bottomless and pit, not ringing any bells at all?

- Well the house is nearly finished.

It's only nearly finished 'cause I couldn't earn enough to finish it.

And well now I can, just did, so cheers.

(fire crackling) - You heard about Martin's inquest?

Wednesday at two.

(fire crackling) - Of need me back in London for an 11 o'clock Wednesday.

Oh no, but that's all right now 'cause the inquest is crucial, and a 41 fairly clear midday, fine, no Wednesday's fine.

(gentle music) (car engines revving) - Right cheers.

Well his secretary thinks he is coming.

- Oh, well you go ahead.

I'll wait for Martin's dad, he won't want to go in on his own.

- [Steph] Okay.

(gentle music) (car engines revving) - [Greg] I tried WD-40, nothing.

- [Marcey] Why's the mobile off?

- [Greg] No battery.

I must have left the charger at the office or somewhere.

- Greg, you can't not go to the inquest.

We need to know what's said.

- Well, what can I do if the car is dead and the breakdown guy is going, "Well, we'll be about an hour hour, every time I ring him."

- I know you're lying.

You could have went into a garage and got yourself a car charger.

- See that's why you, isn't it?

Only you think of things like that.

- That's why I'm what?

- Well you're special.

- Special?

That that is not special, Greg, it's bloody basic, it's a basic bloody mistake.

- Yeah and you stop me making them.

- I have to for my sake.

- Marcey, I can't sit there pretending to cry for him, it Wouldn't be fair to ask me.

Look, why don't you just ring the court and find out.

- Okay.

(wood knocking) (car engines revving) (brakes screeching) - Linda.

I've been trying to contact you.

- I know Stan, I'm sorry.

I just need to know whether you got my letter.

- Letter?

- I posted it on Monday.

When I came to Devon with Martin, we should have said, then, I'm married, Stan.

- I wasn't invited.

- Not to Martin.

- I see.

- I'm married to Greg, Greg Brentwood, Martin's business partner.

- That must have caused a bit of static.

- Nobody knows.

I just needed you to know that I wasn't messing Martin around.

I loved him, Stan, I really loved him.

Nobody knows, so I need.

I wonder if I could ask you not.

- I might be deaf, I'm not stupid.

Why don't you come down to Devon so we could talk him properly, hey?

- I'd really like that.

(car engines revving) - The emergency call was received at 06:10 on the 30th from The Fare's Fare taxi company.

- Oh my apologies.

But the directions were bloody awful.

- Please proceed Constable and a little louder if possible.

- The vehicle, a maroon Triumph Vitesse, registration, BWJ-16-OH was in the latter stages of incineration, having gone off the road.

- But professional accident investigators found no evidence of collision nor vehicle breaking defects.

- Speculations are that the early frost could have melted taking crucial indications of the driver's reactions with it.

Sorry.

Statements taken from the taxi driver, Derek Wells, his alarm call to his controller said, "A car's gone off the road on the magic mile.

"I think there's someone in there."

And this passenger, a Marcia Burgess independently repeated the same assumption, that the vehicle appeared to have shot off the road.

(suspenseful music) That was the consensus.

(gentle upbeat music)