Five Days (2007–2010): Season 1, Episode 3 - Day Twenty Eight - full transcript

(theme music playing )

Think you own the road?!

Laverty:
We're gonna be early.

Curling:
We won't be early. He'll be late.

( chuckles )

( sports announcer
on radio )

( door opens )

Happy birthday, Daddy.

( groans )
Ethan.

That's lovely.

Thank you.



Hey, that's for Daddy!
She's drinking Daddy's juice!

I'm sure your daddy
doesn't mind.

Sorry it's so early.

Ethan won't take
no for an answer.

No worries.
Hey, you can let go.

She's allowed,
aren't you, girl?

Well, big boy,
what should we do today?

I don't know.
It's your birthday.

Matt: Should we ask Sarah
what she thinks?

- She always wants to go for walks.
- "l hate walks.

Walks is boring.
I want pizza."

Well, don't worry, pizza boy,
I've got to work today anyway.

We'll have pizza for tea
with Grandma and Granddad, okay?

Can Mommy come?



Please?

Not today, honey.

Go away.

( door shuts )

I've never touched
that little girl.

I'm not a pervert.
I'm not a nonce.

I'm not going back
on the wing.

I want to stay here in health care
where it's safe.

All my life, everyone's
always picked on me.

You don't have to do that.
Tanya's away for another week yet.

Matt, don't
come in here.

The air's like
neat Chianti.

I must've done close on my entire
week's worth of alcohol last night,

and I'm feeling
every drop of it.

I'm consoling myself
at least I didn't

pick a fight
and weep

and then insist
on driving home.

Can't imagine
you doing that.

Ah. Be thankful you
don't know me better.

Don't worry.
I won't make a habit

of failing to get home.

It's all right.

Sarah, I went on a bit

Iast night, didn't l?

- Sorry.
- Rosie: Dad?

Um...

I don't take it
personally.

She's been
through a lot.

Yeah.

I wish I knew...

I know, I know.

I just want her to stop
having the nightmares

and tell me
what happened.

Daddy!

There are worse things...

than not knowing.

Not to me.

Our illustrious leader was late
for his own wedding. Did you know that?

No. Bet she made him
pay for it.

She still is,
by the look of his suits.

They're made to measure,
just not for him.

That charity-shop look
is just so last season.

Poor old sod.

Don't you start being kind.
The shock might kill him.

Barclay.
Leave me a message

- and I'll get back to you.
- ( groans )

- ( door opens )
- Bloody hell, guv. Just in time.

190 for three at lunch.
( rattles, clicks )

England v. India?

- Morning.
- Morning.

I will of course share
my findings with you

before my written report goes
to the Assistant Chief Constable.

Anything I discover outside my terms
of reference I'll report to you verbally.

On the third day we recovered
the little girl, apparently unharmed,

apart from the effects
of the hay fever medication

she'd been given
to keep her quiet.

No evidence
of sexual assault.

We charged Kyle Betts,
a local man,

with kidnapping
and false imprisonment.

He was remanded in custody,
and there he remains.

There's no evidence to link him
to the disappearance of the mother.

You moved rather quickly
to a murder inquiry on her.

- Dragged there reluctantly.
- No body, though? No forensic?

- Correct.
- So I'm still not clear on what evidence

you changed your hypothesis
from missing person to murder.

Detective Superintendent
Barclay,

sir, this is
your 28-day review.

It's not optional.

It's not voluntary.

I've been assured
by your A.C.C.

that I will receive
your full cooperation,

and I intend to get it.

I'm here to help...
sir.

( humphs )

Explain your current
hypothesis, please.

Tell me what you think
happened to Leanne.

I haven't got
the faintest idea.

That's why
I'm investigating--

to find out what
happened to her.

And I'm not gonna
make something up

just to fit in
with anybody else's

textbook idea of how
it should be done.

( whistling )

( mail drops
in slot )

Mommy didn't send you
a birthday card,

- did she?
- No.

No, she didn't.

- I expect she forgot.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I expect so too.

You're not worrying
about me, are you?

You stop it right now.
I'm the daddy, okay?

I do the worrying.

And we're all right,
aren't we, big boy?

Eh?

- Daddy...
- ( door opens )

- Ethan...
- Barbara: Yoo-hoo!

Where's the birthday boy?

Ah. There you are.

Happy birthday...
Matthew, darling.

- Thanks.
- Oh, look.

Daddy hasn't
opened his cards.

Well, don't worry, I'm not
gonna open them for you.

Ethan, come in here
a minute.

Look. Look what your
clever granddad's made.

- Can we light the candles?
- 'Course we can. Go and get Rosie.

I'm sorry it's just me, but getting
John out of the house...

I made him an appointment for a haircut,
and I've told him if he doesn't go,

I'll take the nail
scissors to him.

I just found myself

sitting there waiting
for the postman,

and I thought,
"This is--

this is pathetic.
It's just--

it's just denial.
It's just..."

Don't. Please don't lose it now.
I need your support.

I can't have you
caving in on me too.

Oh, Matt, I'm so angry
with the police.

Playing God--
what right have they?

How dare they just
decide she's dead?

Now where has
naughty Mommy

- hidden the matches?
- Go and watch telly, you two.

- But, Daddy, I want cake.
- Now!

I don't know
what to believe.

I wish I did.

I wish I knew
one way or the other.

Her father's abandoned her,
you've abandoned her.

Even the newspapers
have lost interest. And here am l.

I gave birth to her.

I'm the only one who has any faith left.
We can't get used to this.

We mustn't start thinking
this is our life now.

It's getting better, but I still can't
say he really confides in me.

I'm the only black officer
on the team, and he knows that,

and he thinks I've been put in
as family liaison to winkle stuff out of him.

- ( humphs )
- Yeah, well, he's obviously not stupid.

Not a suspect, either.

Mr. Barclay hasn't
designated a suspect,

but it makes no difference because
Matt still feels like it's him.

You know what
I'm asking you, Simone.

Sarge, there's no prejudice
against him here

because he's black.

He's the husband, right?

He's... the husband.

And it's his
birthday, so...

Yeah, it'll be the usual:
creeping around

sniffing everyone's bum,

after which they'll tell us-- ta-da--
what we already know,

which will make for a short report,
'cause we know sod all.

It's just routine, Amy.
28-day review.

Nothing to be scared of.

- Might turn up something we've missed.
- ( snickers )

Yeah, and another thing-- why does
the review always have to be done

by some arrogant,
slimy graduate plastic?

I tick most of those boxes.

Yeah, well, at least you're
not smug with it...

or lrish.

And don't tell me he's only
doing his job. His only job in my life

today is to give me someone
to hate more than I hate you, guv.

Kyle Betts went all
name-rank-and-serial-number on us, sir.

He wouldn't tell us a thing
about why he took the little girl.

Wouldn't even talk about his little
cigarette-smuggling scam.

Okay, this is him,
the flower seller.

I arrested him on
suspicion of abduction.

Branko Lazarov,
who says...

he saw nothing, heard nothing
and it wasn't him, it was his brother?

Originality's not
his strong point.

Branko got the ass
with us, sir.

It being a Sunday,
he lost a day's trade

waiting for us to track down
a Macedonian interpreter.

He was never gonna
help us out.

You arrested him on suspicion
of abducting Leanne,

but the little boy
didn't pick him out.

Well, Ethan's only seven, and he was
a long way away, and anyway--

So we released him,
obviously.

Still a hell of a lot of searches
here on keywords

relating to the former
Yugoslavia.

We've got a statement from a lorry driver
that puts Branko Lazarov

in the lay-by
at the right time.

Eastern Europeans and
smuggling go together, right?

And Matthew Wellings saw active service
in the war in the former Yugoslavia.

Mr. Barclay put that
all together and judged

we should give this line of enquiry
the highest priority.

Clearly you don't
agree with him.

This team has spent
a lot of time

pursuing it, sir,
and a lot of money.

Um...

there's no evidence
to support any link.

- Ethan, look at me.
- Shut up.

- Look at me. I'm the mommy now.
- Mommy's dead, silly.

She's not dead!
She's asleep!

Get off me!
Get off-- ow!

Just a quick whiz around.

( children yelling )

Oh, now what?

- Rosie: Give it to me!
- Ethan: Let go!

( yelling continues )

Stop doing that!

Shut up! Shut up!
Shut the fuck up!

( cries )

- Morning.
- Do something with him, will you? I can't.

Simone: Oh, that's nice.
This one's from Tanya in France.

Postmark?

Um, Mount Pleasant.

And a British stamp.

Okay, so Grandmother organized it
in advance, right?

That's thoughtful.

Barbara's always been
very kind to me.

This big one is
from "all at the gym."

There's a lot
of kisses in that one.

This is just a bill.

Uh...
oh, it's Leanne's.

Hang on.

Tanya's trip to France--
didn't her granddad pay for that?

That's right.
Why? What's up?

You think you know someone. You think
you know everything about them.

I've been mourning her for a month,
going through hell, and...

Maybe...

maybe she was planning
to leave me.

See the last transaction?
It's on the day she disappeared.

Frank's Air Travel.
Do you see, guv?

So Leanne used up a lot of her loyalty
points to buy a one-way ticket to Toulouse.

For the same flight
that Tanya flew out on

when she went to visit
her father a fortnight ago.

There was no bloody sign

- of Leanne when I got there.
- She didn't actually go, Jim.

Don't get that face on.

You went through all her credit cards
and bank statements.

It's not your fault you missed this.
It's just a bloody loyalty card.

Jim, Jim.

Look, we know Matt and Leanne
had been arguing--

money, the stepdaughter,
the bloody dog, I don't know.

Why is it so hard
to believe that

Leanne decided to take Tanya, go back
to the ex-husband and Matt found out?

( imitates cutting throat )

- For God's sake.
- Sarge, is Matt a suspect now?

- Not until Mr. Barclay says so.
- Well, I need to know.

I'm the one who has
to deal with him.

Is it because
he's black?

An investigation is
a search for the truth,

and we can only go where
the evidence leads us.

- That is not enough.
- You're right. It isn't.

That's because we've been running round
like blue-assed flies after Macedonians.

There's a link.
I know there is.

Tanya saw Matt
in the shopping mall

around about the time
that Leanne disappeared.

We don't know where he went
after that, or her,

or what happened to her
when she got there.

Amy...

we don't even know
if she's dead.

( door shuts )

I'm asking you again,

are you under pressure
from upstairs

to go hands-off with Matt Wellings
'cause he's black?

No.

Is that no as in "No," or no as in
"No no no no-- yes"?

( chuckles )
In a situation like this,

we have to be double-plus
sure of our grounds.

The moment I designate
Matt Wellings a suspect--

Then we have to arrest him and caution
him and bring him in for questioning,

and I still don't see
what's wrong with that.

What's wrong is that I'm
the senior investigating officer

and I make the decisions.

( door shuts )

Ames, What's going on?
Are we searching again?

Review team's big idea.

Apparently we should have
crawled up a few storm drains.

I suppose it would be childish of me
to hope they don't find anything.

Hey.

Where are you
off to?

Oh, the guv'nor wants me to have
another word with my snitch.

Oh, go on. Tell Mommy.
Who is it?

Any covert human intelligence source
is strictly on a need-to-know basis.

- All right?
- Yeah yeah yeah.

Well, he doesn't seem to want to talk about
it and I don't see how I can make him.

I mean, Christ, if the boot
was on the other foot--

If you really thought
it was spying, Gary,

you wouldn't have
helped us out already, would ya?

I don't know why you're bothering
with Matt anyway,

when you've already got
that sad little wannabe locked up.

The times I had Kyle Betts
sitting in my office

dribbling on about
wanting to join the army.

We're not
that desperate.

All I need to know is what Matt
really thought about Leanne and her ex.

Yeah, I mean, you two have been
shot at together in Yugoslavia.

If anyone can get it
out of him, you can.

He's always played his cards close
to his chest, has Matt.

Always been prickly.

He never wanted to talk,
even when bad stuff happened--

coming under fire,
and the horrible things you see.

- Yeah.
- Look. He always said,

"Talking about it
won't make it stop.

It's pointless
talking about it."

Not like you then?

Hind-leg donkey combo
me, mate, yeah.

( chuckles ) You're out of here
soon, aren't ya?

- What, the end of the month?
- Mmm.

- You got another job lined up?
- Have you seen what they're paying

on Civvy Street?

Well, you know there's a drink
in this for you, Gary.

How big a drink depends on the quality
of the information, all right?

( phone ringing )

Hi, this is Leanne. Sorry we can't
take your call at the moment,

but please leave a message
and we'll call you back.

- Thanks. Bye.
- ( beep )

Hi, Matt, it's Gaz.

I thought I might pop around
later if you, uh--

if you fancy
a beer or something.

You been on
your holidays then?

Uh, no.
Not this year.

Oh, you want to get yourself in the sun.
Put a smile back on your face.

My dad's retired
and he's never here.

I'm like, "That's my fortune
you're spending, that is.

You'd see your only daughter
starve, innit?" ( chuckles )

I wonder if you'd mind
awfully not talking to me.

Oh. Sorry.

( whispers )
Here. Over here.

Would you
excuse me a minute?

( both whispering )

Quick--
quick, he's leaving.

Oh, I'm really sorry,
Mr. Poole. I'm sorry.

I didn't know who you were.
I just-- I didn't know.

It's all right. You weren't to know.
You weren't to know.

Oh God, I feel
awful now! Oh God!

I'm so sorry.

Oh, we're all sorry.

I mean everyone is
so bloody sorry.

John: I thought, if I don't get out of here
right now, I'm going to cry.

People...

it's almost as though
they think it's catching.

Grief is catching.
Death is catching.

And they mustn't get
too close, or...

it'll happen
to them too.

I had neighbors
cross the road

to avoid me

when Barbara's
mother died.

And cancer isn't catching either,
last time I checked.

I was hoping you might have
a word with her-- with Barbara.

She's hanging on very hard to the idea
that Leanne is alive somewhere,

and, um, there's no
reasoning with her.

Yeah yeah.

I know,
it's all my fault.

I had to have my flowers.
I had to have my cigarettes.

Now stop
all this, Vic.

All of us going on and on about how
guilty we feel and it doesn't help.

Won't bring Leanne back. There's even
poor little Tanya blaming herself

because she wasn't in the car
with Leanne that day.

As if a 13-year-old girl--

I do not like the idea
of that child

traveling to France
on her own.

She goes every year, and she's not
on her own, is she? She's with her father.

- She has to see her father.
- Yes. Yes.

Daf bloody Parry.

She could have gone
to university-- Leanne.

She could've made
something of her life.

You should've locked her up, John.
I know I would've.

I would have killed rather
than let her marry that waster.

Oh, come on.

How's the new one
any better, hmm?

Matt Wellings.

Raised in the gutter, still doesn't have
a pot to piss in-- pardon my French.

You don't think that he's got anything
to do with it, do you, John?

No.

I don't know.

Barbara thinks the sun shines
out of his backside.

Why do all the women in my family
have such terrible taste in men?

I'm not the bloke
to ask that, am l?

( chuckling )

Sorry.

You all right
in here, Vic?

Not really.

Not anymore.

You see, Hazel's
the only person here

among all these silly tarts
that one could talk to.

I told her that

I wasn't gonna blame her
for what her son did,

but she won't give me
the time of day now.

Oh, love, I wish
you'd told me bef--

Don't fuss, for God's sake,
pretending you care.

There are men in here
that's done rapes

and murders and everything
you can think of.

Did their mothers
turn them in?

You're gonna have to
stop denying this, love.

Mom, I swear I only stopped
to look at the dog.

How long are you
gonna keep this up?

Eh? What you
gonna do?

Are you going to tell
the judge and the jury

that you mistook someone
else's child for a puppy?

Doesn't matter how hard I try,
does it, Mom?

I'll always be
a disappointment to you.

All his life he's just never fitted in,
and he tries ever so hard.

- ( dogs barking )
- Look, there's no easy way to say it.

I just don't feel comfortable
about the idea.

It'd make the world
of difference to him.

We used to have one just like
that when he was little.

That's-- that's Scooter.
She's a real character.

And Kyle loved her.
He never hurt her.

Excuse me.

He's, uh, not so
little now, is he?

There's a lot
of very weird people

out there, Mrs. Betts,

which is why there's
a lot of sad,

hurt and lonely
dogs in here.

Hey.
( chuckles )

Hey, Scooter.
Scooter.

Would you like to come
home with me? Would you?

No no, I'm sorry,
Mrs. Betts,

but the answer's
still no.

Besides, why on earth
would they let him out?

John: Why do you keep
wanting to defend him?

You washed those sheets yourself
when Tanya went to France.

Probably just dog hairs.
You're always clearing up after a dog.

Come on, he's had
someone staying there.

You'd have got there 10 minutes earlier,
you'd probably have seen her leave.

Don't say anything today, John.
No arguments today.

It's his birthday.
The children...

And even if you're right, at least we
know they haven't slept with each other.

Not yet.

( knocks )

Gaz!

Little feller
let me in.

I think he's grown
since last week.

Blink and they
grow an inch.

Who'd have thought
the sight of your ugly mug

would be the best thing
to happen to me on my birthday?

I've been trying to call you
all day. Here.

Ethan.

Come in.
Give me a minute.

( busy signal )

Let's have one of those hugs
we've been saving for Mommy.

I'm sorry I shouted
at you, okay?

Yeah.

- Daddy...
- Hmm?

Rosie says that
Mommy's asleep.

He carries it around with him
in case she phones.

Let's have one of those beers quick
before his grandparents get here.

I'd better go,
actually.

But you've only
just got here.

No, I'd better.
You know.

Your family coming
and everything...

Yeah.

I keep thinking,

"It's my birthday.

She's got to
come home today."

Find.

( all singing )

Thank you.

Come on, then. Blow with me
as hard as you can.

Don't forget
to make a wish.

Okay.

Barbara: Now how about giving Daddy
his new phone back

before that
gets lost too?

It's really generous.
Thank you.

This'll have to be
my last, Amy.

- Wife forgotten what you look like?
- ( chuckles )

I heard about you
and your husband.

Well, you can bin the sorry face,
'cause you never liked him.

- Probably just trying to get my leg over.
- Oh, happy days.

Anyway, you can't leave
till I get you drunk enough

to give me a hint
what's in your report.

We'll be reporting

to Detective
Superintendent Barclay.

Mmm. Barclay's
Banker the Wanker.

He's as mad as a hat,
you know, the poor old sod.

Word to the wise, Amy.

D.I. Laverty
does not like disloyalty.

Hello?

He likes to take a good look
at the atmosphere on the team.

Good Lord. Is that the time?
And me with a cat to feed.

How long before
you retire, Amy?

Counting the days.

This job chews you up,
spits you out,

and never
a word of thanks.

( Egyptian pop music
playing )

Amy: I would've
been here earlier,

but I had to leave
the bloody car

in the bloody
pub carpark,

and the taxi had absolutely
no idea how to find this place.

- Well, why--
- He'd still be pouring it down my neck,

but I told him I had
to get home for the cat.

And no, of course I don't have a cat.
Bloody thing would starve.

For God's sake, what you been doing
in here? Belly dancing?

Well, don't knock it. It's top
of the pops in Egypt.

( music stops )

- So did he give you anything?
- Nothing useful.

My alleged mate
on the search team

never rang me either,

so I rang her.

And then I went
and checked

what she told me...
in the files.

Could you try to enjoy this
a little bit less?

Matt Wellings
lost a mobile phone,

and I think
they've found it.

Now are you gonna tell me
that he lost it by accident?

- Sure you don't want us to stay?
- Gonna have an early night.

Not much of a birthday,
sat here on your own.

I'll be fine.

Thanks for coming.

- Wouldn't hurt to make a bit of an effort.
- Oh, for--

Oh, you never
liked him.

Gonna try and stay
in your own bed tonight?

Okay.

Night-night.

Dad!

"Leave the door open."
I know.

( knock at door )

Sorry.
I know it's late.

I just knocked off work.

Brought the new timetables

so you can have a look,
see what shifts you want.

Thanks.

Can't we go
inside and talk?

No.

Look. Don't take this
the wrong way, Danielle,

but something
like this happening,

it makes you realize
what's really important.

That'll be why you're shagging
Mrs. Well-Up-Herself-Posh-Bitch.

I'm not. I love my wife.
I don't want anyone else.

You know what, Matt? If you were a girl,
you know what the boys would call you?

Prick tease.

I'm sorry if you got
the wrong idea,

but there was never gonna be anything
more than friendship between us.

Oh, and that'll be why you're shagging
Mrs. Well-Up-Herself-Posh-Bitch.

- I'm not. You're wrong.
- ( emphatically ) Fuck you.

( line ringing )

Matt: No no, Sarah,
she's not stalking me.

Put me in a gym with a couple
of really fit black guys,

and Danielle wouldn't
give me a second look.

It's only 'cause
I'm the only one.

Most of the boys in the children's
home were white.

So when I was
very little,

I thought it would come off
if I rubbed it hard enough.

Sarah...

we can just be friends, can't we?
'Cause there's nothing else.

- I mean, if you're wanting any more--
- Friends is difficult enough.

Yeah.

Leanne had a choice
though, didn't she?

She could've found the idea
of you having a fan club funny,

flattering, even.

No. No way.

If I smiled at the old lady in the post office,
I had to explain myself.

I never understood why
Leanne was so... insecure.

Rosie:
Dad? Daddy!

She had the kind of real
family I always dreamed of.

( ringing )

- Barbara: I'm running a bath, love.
- John: Okay.

Hello.

Hello, love!
Good to hear you.

You still
enjoying yourself?

What, tonight?

Darling, of course you can.
Of course you can stay with us.

- Sweetie, don't cry.
- ( whispers ) Leanne.

Tanya. She's at the airport.
She's coming home early.

Love, don't cry.
Tanya...

just tell me
when it gets in.

Tanya?

Which flight, love?

Tanya?

( phone hangs up )

Ring Matt
from your mobile

and tell him that
she's coming home tonight.

- What do you mean?
- Obviously I don't want to use this line

in case Tanya
rings back on it.

For God's sake, Barbara,
where's your common sense?

( ringing )

( phone ringing )

( ringing continues )

- Sarah: Hello. Matt's house.
- Who's that?

- I'm a friend of Matt's. Who's calling?
- It's Leanne's mother.

Oh, Mrs. Poole.
He's just upstairs.

Tell him Tanya's
coming home tonight.

Tell him...

( dial tone )

Barbara: He's got that
woman with him.

He's got
that woman there.

Now do you believe me?

Sarah: I'm sorry.
I should never have come.

You see, I thought
it would help.

It does help.

I thought
it would help me.

( sobbing )

( dogs barking )

Come on.
Come on then.

Come on, let's go.
Come on, let's go. Let's go.

Let's just get to
the airport, shall we?

Do one thing
at a time.

- Can't help his background.
- He can't escape it either.

He's a good man,
a good father.

( sobbing )

Give it up now,
for God's sake.

( engine accelerating )

Scooter, come on,
come on. Scooter.

Come on.
Come on.

Let's go.
Come on, let's go.

Come on, Scooter.
Come on. Come on.

They, uh,
couldn't understand

what I was
on about for ages.

Apparently I kept, um,

asking about the lady.

There was
this lady with, um,

red hair,

and my dad was
dancing with her.

That's what I thought.

Dancing with her.

And that's what I kept
saying to the police.

I was only five.

I suppose he must
have been dragging her

about the room
or something.

I-- I don't
remember it, Matt--

not really.

Maybe that's
a good thing.

But I know about it.

I know my dad
got life.

I know he died
in prison.

I've read about it
in the newspapers,

but I can't remember it.

And if you know
something

and you can't remember it,
you can't make sense of it.

You can't be sure
it's true.

They found me

under the bed,
apparently.

Under her bed.

She was blonde too.

Come on then.

Wait wait
wait wait. Wait.

Go on, go on,
go on.

Scooter.

Scooter.

( dog barking )

Scooter, Scooter.

Who was the lady
with red hair?

Oh...

They think
it must have been

the blood
I was seeing--

the blood in my...

mother's lovely hair.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

( barking )

( Rosie screaming )

All right.
All right.

It's okay, baby.
It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right. It's just a nightmare.
It's just a nightmare.

All right. All right.
All right, Rosie. All right.

Okay okay.
South Woodward, yes, sir.

Guv, someone thinks
he's found a body.

( phone ringing )

Yeah? What?

Oh, God.

If he's starting
to be a fixture,

perhaps he ought
to be paying rent.

Do you, uh, want a lift?

( knocks )

No no...

Can I come in, Matt?
Please?

No no, of course
I understand.

You will keep us
posted, won't you?

Yes. Thanks for
letting us know.

Bye.

The police say
it could take all night.

I'm so sorry
about all of it.

What are we gonna
tell Tanya?

Well, at least she'll be back here
with us where she belongs.

At least we can all go
through this together.

It'll all start up again,
won't it?

The press...

the television.

( chatter
on police radio )

There are 14,000
stars in the sky

brighter than
magnitude +7.

On a clear night,
our grandparents

might have seen
half of them.

Still looks
beautiful to me.

No, but you don't understand.
It's the light.

We're polluting
the sky with light.

And too much light is like too much
information. It gets in the way.

Guv.

( sighs )
"lll met by moonlight."

Hmm?

Wasted on me, pal.

Sir.

- So?
- Come on, lain.

You've been waiting a month.
A bit longer won't kill you.

Matt: She was always
dreaming up mad revenges

for if she ever caught me
with another woman.

Rusty penknife,
no anesthetic,

you know.

But it was a joke,
in a way--

well, kind of a...

serious sort of joke.

Like she meant it

but was trying to
find ways to say it

that softened it
a bit?

Matt: Yeah, 'cause she hated
being so jealous,

but she couldn't
help it.

She used to
check my phone,

go through
my text messages.

Matt, let's just wait
till tonight's over.

That's how she found out about
the texts from Danielle.

Stupid little sexy
jokes and messages.

I didn't even reply
to most of them.

I know about the phone,
and I'm telling you-- save it, please.

- We're only talking.
- But you mustn't tell me anything.

- Not here.
- Not like this.

And she rang me,
and she--

she gave it to me
again about

the sodding
rusty penknife.

And she just caught me
at the wrong moment, and--

and I s--
and I said--

I said...

And she...

she hung up on me.

That was the--
( sighs )

that was the last time
I ever spoke to her.

- What did you say to her?
- Sarah, don't.

I said...

"Remember,

I'm the guy who can kill you
with one hand."

You do not have to
say anything, but it may

harm your defense if you do not
mention when questioned...

No! What are you doing?

...something which you later
rely upon in court.

Anything you do say
may be used in evidence.

Do you want to tell me
what is going on here?

They think
I killed Leanne.

Man Over P.A.: U.K. Air regrets
to announce there's been a delay

in the arrival of flight number
UK-638 from Toulouse.

( continues indistinctly )

There's no need
to look so cheerful.

Just means
a shedload more work.

Oh, Dr. Tobolska, Detective lnspector
Laverty from the Met.

Is it her?

- Two fingers missing, alas.
- Laverty: Animals?

No, it's an old injury,

and what's left looks
a bit horny-handed.

As I was saying
to Mr. Barclay here,

this body's a bit,
um, male.

My Macedonian flower seller
was missing two fingers.

Now all I've got to do get him to
lead me to Leanne.

Simone: Matt?

Did you hear
what I said?

It's not Leanne.

It's not her.

Yes.

Yes, thank you.

Thank you.
( sobbing )

Matt.

There's hope now.

It's hope
I can't bear.

There she is.
There's our girl.

I know I'm late, but there's no need
to squeeze me to death.

- Sorry sorry.
- What's happening? Why are you crying?

Nothing, no. It's wonderful to see you.
Did you have a lovely time?

His horrible bloody girlfriend
kept going off on one.

- Well, never mind. You're home now.
- I hate her. She made me cry.

- What does he see in her, anyway?
- Come here.

Daf!

- Chill out, John.
- What the hell are you doing here?

Daddy's back in Blighty, and everything's
gonna be all right now, sweetheart.

- Barbara, you look great, love.
- Don't you go anywhere near my wife.

- Hey, stay cool. All right.
- You bastard.

- Granddad!
- Daddy, please no.

- You bastard!
- Daddy, please!

( theme music playing )