Broadchurch (2013–2017): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

More clues come to light - cigarette butts found near the body and the fact that the burnt-out boat belonged to Ellie's ex- brother-in-law who left his wife Lucy, Olly's mother in debt when he left town. At the same time Tom, Ellie's son, meets Susan Wright, who offers to let him walk her dog. Beth threatens Becca over her affair with Mark and is restrained by Paul. She tells Mark she does not want his baby but later they reconcile over family photos. Jack Marshall comes under increasing suspicion as Karen tutors Olly - with whom she has sex - into writing a piece on the newsagent for her paper. Chloe is convinced of Jack's guilt after boyfriend Dean says Jack was always touching the sea scout boys but Jack later admits to the police and to Mark that his previous conviction was for having sex with a young girl, whom he later married. They had a son who died in a car crash aged six and the boys he hugged are substitutes for his dead son. Not everybody is convinced and a hate campaign against Jack develops.

Previously on Broadchurch...

100 quid says that's the boat they
used

and those hairs belonged to Danny.

Mum? Why don't you understand
the trouble we're in?

Do they know about us? Cos you ain't
16 yet. Nobody knows.

If you or your family need to speak
you call me.

I don't talk to the press.
You're a newsagent.

I sell 'em. I don't want to be in
'em.

Do you have a conviction for
underage sex? Weasel!

Jack's got a history with kids.

They're going to be saying things
about me and those things aren't
true.



You took pictures of the boys in the
Sea Brigade.

Where were you the night of Danny's
death? Reading a book.

I was at home.
Having sex.

I know about you and Becca Fisher.

Reconstruction. Thursday night. One
week on.

Your boy Tom, he should do it.

Tell me this will make a difference.
I'm sure it will.

I hate the thought of him out here
alone at this time of night.

Our Father who art in heaven:
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come...

Do you think it was him?

I'm not speculating about anybody.

Yeah, you might not be, but
everybody else is.

Well, people need to calm down.



They'll calm down
as soon as you arrest someone.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

An eerie silence enveloped the town
of Broadchurch tonight

as local residents came out in force
to support the Latimer family.

United in grief they walked in
silent vigil

along the route where Danny Latimer
was last seen

the night before his body was found

beneath the cliffs on Broadchurch
beach.

Police are hoping the reconstruction
will jog people's memories

for vital evidence surrounding
Danny's death.

And provide fresh leads for an
investigation

that is showing no sign of leading to
an arrest.

Some within the town...
National news now.

Since the interview.
The journalist was right.

Do you think it was Jack Marshall?

'..And townspeople fear the events
of the past few weeks

may have changed their town
forever.'

When are we gonna talk about
what's happened?

You mean what you did?

Yeah.

OK.

You...

You selfish, childish...

egotistical, self-centred bastard.

Yeah.
Two children.

Two children.

15 years of... collecting all of
everyone's shit and...

and washing it and cleaning it
and folding it and tidying it.

And going back to the start
like I'm on a bloody wheel.

I've had offers too, you know.
I'm sure you have.

I could have shagged my way round
your mates at the Kings Arms.

I'm sure.
But I didn't.

Because I'm... I'm a human being.

Not a bloody animal.

15... 15 I've been with you since.

Do you still fancy me?
Of course I do.

No, not of course you do.
You had sex with someone else. Why?

What don't you get from me?

Truthfully.

Surprise.
Cos, what? Cos I'm...

I'm not inventive enough. Not
experimental enough. What is it you
want?

Eh? S and M?
No.

Role play? Threesomes?
Don't put words in my mouth.

Dull, right? Well, I'm sorry.

But if I'm dull it's only because

I've never slept with anyone apart
from you.

It wasn't about you, Beth.

You make me feel so special. Thanks,
Mark.

Becca, then. What's so great about
her

that it's worth risking all this
for?

You really want to know?
Yeah.

She was different.

That's it. Not prettier or sexier or
nothing. Just...

New.

And, I don't know, this...

house and this town and this job
of mine...

It's all my life's ever gonna be,
isn't it? I knew every second of it.

And every second of it to come.

I just felt trapped, Beth.

And that's why I did it. And I wish
to God I hadn't.

And I wish to God that I could get

our old, predictable, beautiful life
back.

Because what I wouldn't give for
that right now.

But... I can't, can I?

I don't want to lose you, Beth.

But I think I already have.
I'm pregnant.

Since when?

Ouzo night.

First shag in months. Thanks, ouzo.

You have to keep it. I don't have to
do anything you say right now.

'And the closing headlines:

hundreds of residents in the town of
Broadchurch lined the streets tonight

to watch the reconstruction of the
last-known moments of Danny Latimer.'

Press clippings on Jack Marshall.
Everything since he moved here.

Brilliant. Anything interesting?

There's a good photo of him
with the Sea Brigade.

Wow. Where did you get this photo of
Jack?

He got papped at the Latimers'.
Photographer came to the hotel, we
bought it.

Why did he go and see the family?
Exactly.

Right. We need 400 words
on the reconstruction,

and then main article - the
exclusive.

Everything you dug up on Jack,
especially his previous conviction.

You're gonna write it.
What, me?

Look at your little face. Yes, you.

You did the work, you write the
article.

We can run it under my byline. Be
our secret. Right.

A list of the boats reported missing
in the last month.

Any matches?
No.

Also, details from North Yorkshire
on that cold case.

Er... young girl, ten years old.
Raped and killed.

Her body was found on top of a cliff
at Whitby.

She'd been stabbed. So it's nothing
like this MO.

I'll look at it. What else?

Forensics have come back on the
phone.

Mark's prints, but he handled it.

Danny's DNA and Jack Marshall's,
which tallies with him finding it.

Or he claimed to find it cos he knew
his DNA was already on it.

Funny thing is, Mark confirmed the
phone was Danny's when Jack handed
it to him, but...

I always saw Danny with a smartphone
like Tom's.

Did we get any data off the handset?

Nothing. Everything's been set to
forward to another number.

That swankier device that you saw
him with - can we trace that number?

Yeah, but it's a pay-as-you-go SIM.
It's turned off, no signal.

Why does a kid his age have two
phones?

How could he afford this other one?

The cash we found in his room?

Could that money
have come from Jack Marshall?

Did you see your son at the end
tonight?

A bit. He just wanted to go home.

You tell him from me, he's a good
lad. He did right by Danny.

You did good tonight, buddy.
Thanks.

Definitely.

Dad, what does Mum think happened?

Mate, she doesn't talk to me about
it.

Work and home - they're two
different things.

Does she think Danny knew the person
who killed him?

I don't know.
What about the phone?

The one Mr Marshall had.

Did they find anything on it?

I'm sure Mum will tell us anything
we need to know.

We have to let her do her job.

How long would someone get sent to
prison for if they killed someone?

I don't know, 20 years or something.
Why are you asking?

I just... wondered.

I miss him, Dad.

I know. We all do.

Bloody hell, you work late.
Jesus, what you doing here?

Thought I'd come and see you.
No, you didn't.

Go away, Lucy, we've got nothing to
say.

What? You won't even hear me out?

Are you ready to seek professional
help?

I don't need that sort of help.

I just need a bit of money to stand
me up again.

Oh, here we go. Look at you.
Nothing changes, does it?

Even with everything going on,
you're self-obsessed.

?1,000, 900, and I'll be sorted.
I've lent you 3,000.

I saw something. I think you'll want
to know. What are you talking about?

The night Danny Latimer got killed.

I don't believe you.
I'm your bloody sister.

You'd even use a boy's death to your
own ends.

You never fail to let me down.

Right, what did you see the night
Danny was killed? What night was it,
even?

It was a Thursday.
Yeah, go on, then.

Lend me that grand and I'll tell
you.

I don't even know you.

OK, we need his age here, right at
the top. Yeah.

Tell them where the newsagent's was
in the town,

how close to where the body was
found.

What, quarter of a mile? His house
is closer, on top of the beach.

And you haven't put that in there?

Didn't think.
Thinking definitely helps, Olly.

Right. Structure.

Fifth para should be the third.
That's where you want the detail in
his past.

Then we move these two sentences
to the top of the second para.

And... make this the close. See?

Yeah, it's brilliant.
That is brilliant, it's loads better.

It's good. It's got all the facts,
asks questions,

clear point of view, but nothing
sensationalised.

You did well. You'll make someone a
lovely apprentice.

Shall we send?
Really?

Well, they're waiting.

Send.
OK.

What you doing?
Sorry.

I've wanted to do that since you
walked in. Cheeky bastard. We're
working.

Sorry, yeah. I'm sorry, it
was... inappropriate.

Yeah, it was.

He's got a conviction for
kiddie-fiddling and they're letting
him serve ice-creams.

Who are we? We look after things
ourselves.

If things are wrong we sort them
out. We have to wait till they got
enough evidence.

It's all over the paper.
How much proof do you need?

And what if waiting for evidence
means it's too late? What if there's
another kid?

Say he has got something to do with
it and we've just let him carry on.
How sick...

Enough! All right?

Stop banging on at me.

You know I can't do nothing.
You want to do something, fine.

Well, as you can see,
the police tape's coming down.

The beaches are fully opened, it's a
beautiful part of the world and...

we hope people aren't put off coming
by this... tragic, yet isolated
event.

Thank you very much for your time.

Did I sound like a complete
arsehole? Not a complete one, no.

I'm up next, so you'll have some
competition.

They bring us out here so they can
hear the sound of the sea.

I hate this stuff, never done it
before. I do it all the time.

It's just no-one normally cares.

Except my mum. It's the only time
she believes I'm a real priest.

That's parents for you.
Yeah.

Have you got family here?
No. Melbourne.

Worrying about me.

Wasn't there a guy
who used to run the Traders with you?

My partner. Ex-partner.

Business partner?
Everything partner.

Yeah, here's what I've learned.
Don't buy a hotel with a dickhead.

Good advice. Paul's letter to the
Corinthians says much the same.

You're funny.

Never met a funny vicar before.

Have you seen the Herald today?
Yeah. Think it's him?

I can't believe it would be.

He's a bit weird, though, you've got
to admit.

We all have our foibles.

Reverend?
Oh, I'm up.

Andy!

Oh, shit, I slept in!

You are gonna use the back entrance?
You really are one dirty girl.

No, when you leave. Go out the back.
Yes, right.

Sorry.
I don't want any small-town gossip.

But... you know, it was... what we...

You know, it was nice.
You mean the sex?

Yes, the sex that we had for quite a
while.

It was all right, wasn't it?
You really are quite needy, Olly.

Always wanting affirmation.
Has anyone told you that?

I just like good feedback.
The sex was good.

Great.
No, just good.

Happy to give it another go?
Maybe.

Hey, I was just wondering. You know
that boat that the police found?

How would you get out that far?
Would you row? Do you need a motor?

When did you have time to wonder
about that? Do you know or not?

We could see if you er... if you call
me later.

So is it back entrance?
Out.

And shut the bloody door.

This isn't what we wrote.

Yeah, tell everyone. They boycott
his shop, nobody's to go near him.

Get off the phone now.
Yep, OK. Bye.

Where's Mum?
Went out for a run first thing.

Again. That's all she does now.
Can't she bear to be with us?

It's her way of coping.

Now, listen to me. I know Jack Marshall and
he's not what they're calling him in there.

He's been in prison, Gran.
He saw Danny every day.

Plenty of people saw him every day.
Jack Marshall wouldn't hurt a fly.

He had sex with a kid.
You don't know the full details.

You believe everything you read.
You told us to go with the Herald.

Now you're saying we can't believe
them.

Not when they're accusing people I
know.

We wait and see what the police do.
The police?

We learn more from the papers
than from the police.

I'm not sure that's fair.
Pete, what is the point of you?

You're just getting fat off
all the toast that we make you!

That's enough. I'm right, though.
They haven't got a clue.

They take Dad in for questioning
while Jack is a paedophile.

Stop talking like that. Just cos you
have a soft spot for him,

doesn't mean the rest of us are
blind.

How credible is Jack Marshall as a
suspect?

Strong links to Danny, he doesn't
have an alibi for the night.

He had Danny's phone in his
possession. Who else is a possible?

The Dad - Mark. Very quick to lie
about where he was.

Had an alibi all set to go. Even now
there's still two hours missing from
his alibi.

He used to hit Danny, according to
Miller's son.

Occasionally, not all the time.
Think it's possible?

Maybe. I don't know.
You've changed your tune.

Then there's Paul Coates - local
vicar, no alibi. Taught Danny about
computers.

Er... church overlooks the back
of the Latimer house.

We're running background.
Tread carefully.

We can do without offending the
Church.

Better hope it's not him, then.

You are a year behind your
projections with no sign of an
upturn.

And your... income forecast
compared with your real income...

Stinks, right?

You've seen what the weather's been
like and now...

The bank are demanding a repayment
of ten grand within 42 days or they
repossess.

Beth?

Beth, I didn't expect to see you.
Do you want a drink?

What?

OK, that's enough.

For Christ's sake!

All right, that's enough. Enough.
I'm doing your windows next.

Stop throwing crisps. Stop
throwing...

I've got five flavours to get
through.

I'm sorry, it was a mistake.
Too right it was.

My husband! Cos I will nail you to
the floor before I let you wreck 15
years of my life!

I am sorry. If we'd known what was
gonna... Don't you dare.

Don't you dare bring that into it.

Come near my family again
and I'll break your fucking face.

OK. Understood.

Let's get some air.
Know what she did?

I'm getting the gist.

That's not my article. You rewrote
the whole bloody thing, stoked it
up.

Made it all emotive.

You loaded it against him.

'I restructured it so it had enough
bite for you to get a front-page
byline.

What are you complaining about?'

It's a misrepresentation.
People here will think I wrote that.

'Take your head out of your backside
and get more on Jack Marshall.

What's his history?
What do his neighbours think of him?

You're ahead of the pack. Keep
going.'

You could make a complaint to them.
Would that stop them?

Honestly? No.

But... if you co-operate with us a
bit more we can clear you of all
suspicion.

You think I haven't heard that
before?

"Co-operate and we'll make it all
right." Next thing I'm being
charged.

All I want is to get to the truth
of Danny Latimer's death.

I used to be in the Sea Brigade.
Jack Marshall threw me out.

You're kidding? Why?

He was always wanting hugs from the
boys.

And he'd love us getting in our
trunks when it was hot.

That's when he'd come round,
put his arm on our shoulder.

I was like, "No, thanks, mate. No
hugs from me."

Hm... didn't like me after that.

Kept asking what was wrong with me.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I need this corroborated.
I can't just take your word for it.

Show her. I had him do a list. I
knew you'd ask.

Er...

Three lads who were there
the same time as I was.

Numbers all there.
You came prepared.

Are you sure about this?
We all know what he's like.

And the police are doing nothing.

When we've finished here you need
to put this in a statement to the
police.

But you're gonna use it?
Everyone's gonna know what Jack did.

You said if I ever needed
anything...

Yeah, of course. People need to
know.

I wanted to apologise. Not to her -
to you.

I can't believe I did it. I can - I
can believe it.

God, it felt good.
Do you think I'll have to pay her?

I'm not paying her.
She can whistle for that.

Beth.

Have you thought about maybe seeing
a bereavement counsellor?

I don't want to see a counsellor.

A counsellor will want me to stop
being angry.

I need my anger. It's all I've got.

Mark knows about the pregnancy.
He said I had to keep it.

I think he's right.

Well, if the men think that's what's
best let's do it.

I hate it... this thing growing
inside me.

I don't want it. It's not right.
Danny should be growing.

I'm not done with him. I want him.

I had one job as his mum -
get him ready for the world.

Set him up to meet it and be the
best he could be,

and I failed him. I let him down.

No, you didn't. He was taken.
Why?

Why did your God create him
and then take him back?

I don't know.

Some people think that he takes
those he loves the most first.

Pretty bloody selfish God.

I don't know the reasons.

I just know that this is the life we
have and we have to accept that.

Why? Why should I accept this?

What did I do wrong?
Why am I being punished?

I don't know. I don't know. I wish I
did.

Yeah!

Everybody I know is stopping their
kids from doing their paper round.

Andy's getting up a petition - get
him chucked out of the Sea Brigade.

Maybe we should wait until we know a
bit more.

- What if it's too late by then?
- Whee!

You don't know it's Jack Marshall.
You don't know it ain't.

Hello, boy.

He likes you. Don't normally like
kids.

What's his name?
Vince.

Are you not playing?
Nah. Spent all my money.

You can take him for a walk sometime
if you like.

Really?
I'm over at the caravan park.

Three back from the beach.
Number three on the door.

You can knock for him whenever you
want.

OK.

What's your name?
Tom... Miller.

Nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Susan.

Right, then. Come on. Up you get.
Good boy.

Good boy.

Three back from the beach.

Jack! Jack!

Did this one get rewritten too?
No, that's all me.

It's all true. Dean and Chloe came
to us. Well, her - Karen.

No wonder your boss couldn't resist
it.

It's a good story. I wish it wasn't.

You've brought a shit-fight frenzy
down on us now.

Not me. Jack Marshall.

Jack, Jack!

Back you go, gents.

How is this allowed to happen?
I need police protection.

I'm under siege.
Has anyone threatened you?

Physically intimidated you?

Did you not see that lot? I'm under
siege.

Just stay inside. Bit of luck it
will all abate soon enough.

Stay inside? That's it? You get 'em
away from here. I've a shop to run.

Well, not today.
You're doing this deliberately.

Seeing if I'll crack. You've got me
marked and nothing will make any
difference.

We don't work like that. But you
have kept things back from us.

I...

I was a music teacher. She was a
pupil.

No boys involved. A girl.

I'm sure you can fill in the gaps.

You had sex with a pupil?

I had a relationship.
Who made the first move?

It was a mutual attraction.

And you had sex how many times?

You think I put notches on my
bedpost?

Who told the police?

Her father. I was made an example
of.

Served a year.

I was lucky to make it out alive.

She was 15 years and 11 months.

Another four weeks and one day
and nothing would have been amiss.

I served my time.

For God's sake. You should have told
us this, when we first asked.

It was nobody's business but mine.

Did you have any contact with the
girl after you were released?

I married her, the week after I was
released.

She was 17, I was 40.

What are you doing to protect Jack?
Why is it your business?

He's my parishioner. He's terrified.
We've been over to him.

We're trying to keep the press at
bay. You're not doing a good job.

There is an innocent man being
hounded and you need to do something
about it.

You're certain he's innocent, are
you?

You're certain he's not?

Your concern's noted.

What Marshall said doesn't alter the
fact. He has a conviction, and is a
suspect.

We can't be distracted by him or
this press. We persevere with
evidence.

Are we on?
Yes.

Four similar cigarette butts
all within three feet of one another,

within four feet
of where the boy's body was found.

What makes them special?
Timing.

If they'd been there
more than a few hours earlier

they'd have been washed away by the
tide.

But there's no traces of tide water
on them. They were left there that
morning

about the same time the body was.

Is that a common brand? High tar.
It's quite unusual these days.

If they were bought locally,

you might be in with a shout
of people remembering the purchaser.

Four cigarettes?
What's the matter?

All that way to drop off a body and
then stand and smoke. Doesn't make
sense.

The important thing is, who smokes
them?

You can't live without me, can you?
I ain't staying.

There's things happening that I need
to see to.

So I want you to take that and go.
What's that?

500 quid.

500? Is that what I'm worth?

It's all I could get.

You see that van? I got a crossbow
in that van. I ain't messing about.

We need to find a way
of working this out... together.

Who's the boy I saw you with last
night?

And don't mess me about, Chloe, cos
we are way beyond that in this house
now.

His name's Dean.
Dean.

Why didn't you tell us you had a
boyfriend? Like the last two times?

How old is he?
Do we have to do this now?

Yes, we do. I'm sick of not knowing
things.

17.
17?

And he's going out with a
15-year-old? Yes. Just like you did
with Mum.

Don't get smart with me.
Just ask me, Dad.

Fine! Are you having sex with him?
Yes!

We use condoms,
which is more than you and Mum did.

I'm not having you talk to me like
that, Chloe. I got you out of a
police cell!

I saw how you and Becca Fisher were
looking at each other. Want to talk
about that too?

You flirting in front of my eyes

whilst I was doing shifts at the
Traders and you...

Sea Brigade, Jack Marshall.

I got a call from one of the other
dads. They're rounding up a posse to
get him.

Request for backup at Sea Brigade
hall.

Paedo! All right, lads, let's
not be daft here.

We're here to talk with Jack.

There's no meeting here tonight.
No boys are coming here, Jack.

We don't want you near our kids.
We don't feel safe with that.

You don't have kids, Nigel. You
didn't even get a badge for knots.

Yeah? I can speak for those that do.

Not really, Nige.

All right, boys.
Criminal!

Mate.
Get away, come on.

Get back!

You don't need to be involved.
Get back!

You're a dead man!
Do it, Mark.

All right, Nige.

A lot of people saying
a lot of stuff about you, Jack.

I'm not what they're calling me
and... I didn't go near your boy.

You had Dan's phone.

He left it in the bottom of his
delivery bag, I swear.

You've been to prison, though, ain't
you?

Hey?

There was a girl. We had an affair.

She was 15, nearly 16.

Same age as Beth when you met her.

Mark.

We married, we had a son together.

Yeah, where is he now, then?
Why ain't he with you now?

He died, aged six. Car accident.

She was driving.

The grief ripped us apart, so I came
here. Fresh start.

They're saying I wanted to hug the
boys because I'm a paedophile.

It was never that. I missed my boy.

I missed touching him, holding him.

I miss my boy every day.

What sort of world is this, Mark,

where it's wrong for a man to seek
affection?

I would never harm Danny.

We're the same, Mark. No parent
should outlive their child.

Your boy, he...

he was a good boy.

Mark, you OK?

- Yeah. Go home, boys.
- What's he saying?

Go home now! The lot of you!

You're dead, mate. Dead!

Come on.

You should get away from here, Jack.
It's not safe.

This is my home now.

People have made up their minds.

If you want to stay safe I'd get as
far away from here as you can.

Why down here? I thought we'd
be going to the harbour.

No, it's a dry dock.
Posh name for "we keep it here".

How come you've got a boat, anyway?

Er... it was my dad's.
And then he left a few years ago.

We used to go out in it, but after
he went I never fancied it so much.

How did your mum cope when he left?

She didn't.

Which one is it?

It's not here. It's gone.

When did you last see the boat?
Eight weeks ago.

The whole thing?
The motor and everything.

Why'd you leave the motor on it?
Dad always did.

And I always told him not to.

Do you think it could be the boat
that was burned?

It's late, Oliver. Thank you for
reporting it. I've given a picture
to SOCO. Leave it with me.

You can go now. But if you find it
was, can I have the story?

Don't announce it, give it to me.

If was our boat - my boat. Dad's
boat.

Ellie? Oh, God, Brian, I just want
to go home.

That picture you got of the boat
it's a match with what we have.

The colour, the moulding -
it could be the one. We'll confirm.

Right. Good. Sort of. And we got
Danny's DNA on the burnt boat,

so if it's a match we're there, we
got it.

OK.
Listen.

Do you fancy a drink one night?

Sorry, I'm married, Brian.
That's an issue, is it?

Happily married, Brian.
Oh. OK. Fair enough.

Only lots of people aren't, are
they? I am.

Good.

Well, there we go.

Do you need anything from the
kitchen? A cup of tea or...

No, I'm fine. Thanks, though.

Erm... the burned boat. Bit weird.

Erm... the boat itself was my
ex-brother-in-law's.

Yeah, I know. Bit of a surprise,
Olly's dad.

He's been gone a while. Left my
sister a couple of years ago.

The boat that was burned, that has
Danny's DNA on it, was your
brother's?

Yeah. It was just left, just off the
beach, with the motor chained to it.

I mean, anyone could have taken it,
just use bolt cutters.

Who knew it was there?
Everyone did. It wasn't a secret.

Your son Tom, did he know?

Yeah. Why?
Did Danny?

I don't know.

All right, well, see if forensics
can get any other prints or DNA off
the shards,

match them against all the
elimination prints.

Oh, and erm... funny thing.

I had to tell someone.
Erm... SOCO Brian just asked me out.

Brian? Why would he do that?
Thanks a lot.

You're married. I told him that, but
it didn't seem to faze him.

Flattering?
Well, sort of.

But it's SOCO,
they've had their hands everywhere.

Dirty Brian.
Yeah.

Sir, do you think we'll get them,
the killer? We will.

You didn't on Sandbrook.

How long you been waiting to bring
that up? I haven't.

Sandbrook was different.

Did you get it wrong? Wow. You
really have been bottling this up.

You think you've been lumbered with
a senior office not fit for purpose?

I don't know. It all got hushed up.
I didn't want that.

A mistake was made. A big mistake.

By you?

I don't want to talk about it.

These are my friends, people I've
known all my life. We can't let them
down.

We won't.

'..UK Border Agency is described as
a troubled organisation

which will take years to turn round.

People who have abused their
position in this country to commit
offences and who are...'

Can we not listen to the news?

You know I love you, Beth.
I know you say it.

Since you've been caught out.

Did Danny know about you and Becca?
No.

No, he didn't. I swear.

Beth, please.

Why don't we make an agreement,
just for tonight, eh?

No bickering and no silences.

Let's just find something else.

Hi.
Hi.

I saw you come in, I know it's late.
You don't mind, do you?

No, it's fine. Come in.

So, here's an issue.

I've just got journalists and press
photographers asking me about rooms,

and I know you don't want to bump
into them in the corridor and I
wouldn't normally ask...

It's just that my usual holiday
bookings, they've cancelled,

and I'm not gonna make it
to next spring at this rate, so...

What are you asking me?
I wanted to suggest a deal.

You give me a pass on the
journalists

and I will charge the police
half the usual rate for your room.

You like my company that much?
I've had worse guests.

It must be a bloody hard job running
this place.

You have no idea.

How do you relax?

I have my ways.

Hm.

Would you...

Do you want to relax a bit with me,
here?

Tonight?
God, no!

No, I mean, it's not what I meant.
Good. Sorry.

It's not that I wouldn't, or that
you're... No, no. Of course.

It's just...
I'd... I'd be worried.

Worried?
That you'd... collapse on me.

Right. Thanks.

I'm really sorry about the
misunderstanding.

Yeah...

He was obsessed with rockets, wasn't
he? Mm-hm.