Murder in Mind (2001–2003): Season 2, Episode 7 - Memories - full transcript
Haunted by a recurring dream in which he pursues a small boy through woods and then kills him, Stuart Wilsher gets no answers when he asks his mother to recall any childhood incidents that fit the bill. Then he sees in a newspaper archive that a boy,Timothy,went missing in 1967 and becomes convinced that he killed him,confessing to the police - though someone else has also admitted causing the death of Timothy.
Come on. Come on.
Good lad. Easy does it.
Where are we now?
BP's 80 over 40.
Pulse 120 and increasing.
I've got it.
Come on.
- BP's 100 over 60 and rising.
- Good boy!
Good lad. That's it. Come on.
O ye of little faith!
Stuart. Stuart...
Stuart.
What?
You were dreaming.
A nightmare by the sound of it.
- What time is it?
- Half seven.
- Oh, Jesus!
- Go home. Get some sleep.
I can't. I'm in theatre at nine. Shit!
- Are you OK?
- Yeah. I'm just tired.
- You did good work last night.
- Yeah, I know.
- Hi, Dad.
- Hiya, kid.
- What have you got?
- History.
- You look wrecked.
- Yeah. Non-stop all day.
How's the boy?
- Boy?
- Late-night phone call, remember?
Sorry, love. Yeah, it was touch and go
for a while, but he'll be fine.
It WAS an emergency.
They were right to call me.
I know. It's just we don't get
a good night's sleep at the best of times.
Dad. Why did the Romans
bother coming all the way to Britain?
- I don't know, mate. Before my time.
- That's why we study history, Dad.
Good point. Ask your gran on Sunday.
She was around in Roman times.
- Stuart!
- It's OK, Mum.
It's just what passes for a sense of humour.
How's my two favourite children?
- What about Andrew?
- A close third.
- What's this?
- A horror movie.
- I can see that. It's a bit...
- Horrible?
Graphic. What certificate is this?
- Dad, it's a video. It's not in the cinema.
- Is it an X?
- An X? What's an X?
- X-rated.
- It means it's only for adults.
- 18, you mean.
- Is it an 18?
- I don't know.
- It's not scary, Daddy. It's silly.
- That's not the point, Jake.
- You shouldn't watch this.
- There's nothing else on.
Dinner's ready.
No, please! Please!
- Stuart?
- Yeah. I'm OK.
Oh, not again.
Oh!
Bloody hell, Jake! What are you doing?
Jake. I'm sorry.
Jake.
Jake, what's wrong?
- Stuart?
- He crept up on me. I'm sorry.
- It's all right, Jake. What is wrong with you?
- The bed's wet.
That's OK. I'll take care of it.
- Thanks.
- It's the same dream every night, isn't it?
- It's not every night.
- You toss and turn even if you don't wake up.
- It's just a dream, Jenny.
- Work OK?
- Sure. Of course.
- You're happy?
- Happy? What do you mean, happy?
- Here with us.
This isn't about you.
It's classic. You're being chased.
Maybe you feel trapped.
We've been married for 15 years. There hasn't
been one day when I've felt trapped.
Could be a 15-year itch.
Yeah, right. This is all about me
having an affair
Is it?
Jenny, come on! You and the children are my life.
Well, something's upsetting you.
When the children have problems,
they have trouble sleeping.
I'm not a child. If I had a problem,
I would know about it.
Work is fine. I love you as much
as I did when we married.
I'm not planning to do a Reggie Perrin.
It's just a dream.
- Jake shouldn't be watching horror movies.
- What?
He was watching one of those slasher movies
on video. No wonder he wets the bed.
- Sarah said it was a comedy.
- Yeah, well, Sarah was telling porkies.
- Didn't you say anything to them?
- I thought I'd check with you first.
- I don't like disciplining them, that's all.
- You always make me the bad guy.
It's not fair.
I'm going to tear a strip off that video shop.
They shouldn't let children take these out.
- Are you sure that's a good idea?
- I thought it might help.
- Whisky's gonna give you a hangover.
- It's just the one. Do you want a...?
No.
No!
# Old Macdonald had a farm
# Ee-i-ee-i-o
- # And on that farm he had some... #
- Jake.
# Tyrannosaurus rexes!
# Some Tyrannosaurus rexes
# Ee-i-ee-i-o
# With a rarrgh there, and a rarrgh there
# Here a rarrgh,
there a rarrgh, everywhere a rarrgh-rarrgh
# Old Macdonald had a farm
# Ee-i-ee-i-o! #
- OK, that's enough. Thank you.
- Oh!
Isn't it time your mum
moved somewhere more central?
She'd be mad to. She got a great deal
from the estate after my father died.
It's practically rent free.
Besides, do you want her in our spare bedroom?
She's not getting any younger.
That's all I meant.
None of us are. No, she'll never leave there.
Too many memories.
Granny!
- Hi.
- Hi, Mum.
I told Mrs. Patel at the post office
how well you're doing.
- Mum.
- She asked, Stuart.
Her daughter's going to London to study medicine.
I told her how hard you studied.
- The sacrifices you made.
- Please, Mum!
- What's "sacrifice"?
- It's when you go without something.
- Like when Mummy gave up smoking?
- Sort of.
You go without something you want
so that you can have a better life.
Daddy worked so hard
so that you could have the life you have now.
What about Aztecs? They did sacrifices.
They cut out hearts when they were still beating.
- Sarah!
- That was the Incas.
- It was Aztecs.
- The Incas were from South America.
- The Aztecs were from Mexico.
- Dad!
Stop it, the pair of you.
Any more and we're going home.
Mrs. Patel saw that article in the paper
about your new unit at the hospital.
One of the most successful paediatricians
in the country, it said!
Mum!
- I wish she wouldn't go on like that.
- She's proud of you.
She makes me out to be some kind of saint.
- You ARE a saint!
- Don't YOU start!
Sarah, look after Jake, will you?
Jake!
Jake! Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jenny, where are you?
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
- What are you doing?
- He wouldn't stop.
- It's OK. I'm here. It's all right.
- He's OK. It was just a tumble.
- No! You hurt me.
- You're scaring him.
Don't be stupid! He's not hurt.
Come on.
- I think you should talk to someone.
- About what?
- Something's not right.
- You're not a nurse any more.
This isn't about medical training.
Something's wrong.
- That dream and what happened today.
- Jake fell over, that's all.
It's more than that!
Look, why don't you go and see Anna Redford?
- Who?
- Anna Redford.
She's the head of the psychiatric department.
She was at my leaving do.
- I'm not seeing a shrink!
- She is brilliant.
I am not sick.
- "Physician heal thyself"
- What does that mean?
Doctors make the worst patients.
Everybody knows that!
No, please! Please!
Agh!
That's not gonna help. What happened?
- I had the dream again.
- I gathered that.
- Why were you looking at Jake?
- To check he was OK.
Why wouldn't he be OK?
Stuart!
I'm not the one
who's being chased in the dream.
I'm the one doing the chasing.
- What?
- I got it wrong.
I'm chasing the boy in the dream,
and the boy gets hurt.
- Hurt?
- Something hits him.
- Something?
- A piece of wood. I couldn't see clearly.
You mean somebody hit the boy?
Jesus!
What if it was me?
Hitting him? What would that mean?
- You don't know it was you.
- I'm chasing the boy. He gets hit.
- What if subconsciously I...?
- What?
What are you saying?
What if subconsciously
I want to hurt our children?
- That's ridiculous!
- Is it?
- Dreams can just be dreams.
- Not if they're about hurting children.
- You've never mentioned this before.
- It was the first time I saw blood.
Thank you.
It would just help him so much
to get it off his chest.
Something's making him so anxious.
It's rubbing off on the kids.
It's been very difficult the past two weeks,
and it's getting worse.
It's not just the nightmares,
it's the way he acts afterwards.
- Hello, love. I didn't hear you come in.
- Dr. Redford. How nice. It's been ages.
- Hasn't it?
- I thought we could have supper.
Just the three of us
Why don't you go into the living room
while I get the pasta ready?
"If Mohammed won't go to the mountain..."
- How's the hospital?
- Bedlam literally.
- You?
- Understaffed, underfunded.
And the best they can do is send
our less urgent cases over to Germany.
I sometimes wonder why we bother.
That is such a psychiatrist's trick.
- What?
- The long silence, hoping I'll fill it.
Can play this all evening.
I've been having nightmares.
- One particular nightmare.
- OK.
- This is silly!
- What is?
- Talking about it.
- You're not actually talking about anything.
I dream I'm chasing a kid.
I thought I was being chased
but now I think I'm doing the chasing.
- This child you're chasing: boy or girl?
- Boy. Seven or eight years old.
- Where are you?
- In a wood near our house. We played there.
- Who's we?
- Village kids. We played there all day.
Things were different then. You were out all day
and your parents didn't think twice about it.
Yeah! My kids have to have mobiles
and check in every hour.
Why am I dreaming that I'm running
after a boy? Chasing my lost youth?
With dreams, you're always dealing
with the elusive - resonances, associations.
You say this child you're chasing
is seven or eight.
Was that a traumatic time in your childhood?
Who remembers being seven?
OK, that's when my father died.
- That was a lifetime ago.
- We suppress things.
I got over it. I'm not seven any more. This is
not about me missing my father, trust me.
Trust me, I'm a doctor
- This has nothing to do with my mother.
- Mother? I thought we said father?
Father. I meant father. Mother, father,
this has nothing to do with my parents.
- It's not them chasing me.
- Dinner's ready.
Do you know who it is you're chasing?
- Are you sure?
- What do you mean?
- It's not somebody you know?
- Who?
I don't know, but you're chasing someone
for a reason, right?
Not necessarily. It could be the feeling
of pursuit that's important.
Dreams are often more to do
with emotions than events.
- Sometimes, dreams are just dreams.
- Then why are you so worried about it?
I was hitting him. There was blood.
I'm not going mad, am I?
- Stuart, listen to yourself!
- I don't mean mad, but something is wrong.
It's not natural to have recurring dreams.
It's a sign that something's wrong.
It's a possible sign that something's bothering
you. Would you like to talk it through?
- If you think it will help.
- Let's finish dinner first.
- You're not going to hypnotise me, are you?
- That's not my field.
I'm just getting you relaxed, that's all.
I thought you used a swinging watch.
That's for stage hypnotists.
Hypnosis can do more harm than good -
implanting false memories
in susceptible subjects.
I want you to talk me through your dream
step by step. Close your eyes if it helps.
- Just take me through it.
- OK.
When you get to where you wake up,
stay relaxed and keep going.
- So we see what happens next?
- Exactly.
OK.
It always starts the same way.
The boy running through the woods.
He's running.
He's scared.
He keeps saying, "No, no!
"No!"
I'm behind him.
I'm following him.
His feet keep slipping.
He's tired but he's too frightened to stop.
- Are you saying anything?
- No.
I'm just following him. Then he falls.
Then he gets up and runs again.
- His feet keep slipping.
- Stuart, I want you to take a good look round.
Is there anyone else there?
- There's somebody there.
- Who?
I can't see.
There's somebody else there,
chasing the boy.
- Try to get a good look at him.
- I can't. He's behind me.
Running.
The boy keeps looking back over his shoulder.
He's scared out of his wits.
Then he falls again.
He rolls onto his back, scared to death.
He's begging, "No!
"No! Please! Please!"
Then something hits him.
- There's blood.
- Stuart?
What is it? Where are you?
I'm outside my house.
I'm walking up to the door.
I'm going inside.
Stuart?
Stuart? My God, what have you done?
Stuart? What is it?
- Nothing.
- Are you all right, love?
I don't know.
- What did you remember?
- I remember going home.
- There was blood on my face.
- My God, Stuart!
- My mother was there.
- Where?
In the house. She saw the blood on my face.
Just because you dreamed it
doesn't mean it happened.
That wasn't part of the dream.
That was the first time
I remember my mother being there.
It isn't a dream.
It's a memory.
Is that possible - it happened
and I've lost all memory of it?
- Let's not jump to conclusions.
- Is it possible?
Traumatic events can sometimes cause
memory loss. It's a protective mechanism.
I'm not suggesting that's going on with you.
I don't agree. I think something really bad
happened and I've blocked it out.
Mummy!
Well done, kids. Look, we're here.
Grandma's going to be so pleased to see you.
- There you go.
- Out you go.
Hang on a minute.
- Are you going to talk to her?
- It's stupid.
She might remember something. If you don't,
I will. I mean it - if you don't ask her, I will.
OK. OK.
Out you go. Go and find your mum.
- Mum, can I ask you something?
- Of course you can. What is it?
Stuart, whatever's wrong?
Did I ever... hurt a child when I was a kid?
- What a question to ask!
- I've been having bad dreams, nightmares.
- Everyone has bad dreams.
- This is the same dream every night.
- I dream I'm chasing a boy and he gets hurt.
- You're making something out of nothing.
Was I ever in trouble when I was young?
Fighting, anything like that?
You were always a good boy, Stuart.
No trouble to anyone.
Where are the old photograph albums, Mum?
I hardly remember him now.
When I try to remember him,
I just see these photos.
It was a long time ago.
He'd have been so proud of you, Stuart -
what you've become.
Why did you never remarry?
I never found anyone I could love
as I loved your father.
When he died, I didn't...
Never mind.
I had almost ten years with him,
and I have you.
- That's enough love for one silly old woman.
- Mum.
Was I ever this young?
Who's that?
Don't know.
What are you looking for?
I thought I might see the boy in my dream,
the one I'm chasing. He's not here.
- It's just a dream.
- Yeah. Maybe.
- Who is that?
- I'm sure I don't know.
Come on, Mum.
We look like best friends here. Mum!
You used to play with him when you were young.
He went away.
- What's his name?
- I don't know.
- You always had a great memory. Think.
- Oh, I don't know.
Croft, maybe? Richard Croft.
He was a couple of years older than you.
They lived by the crossroads.
His family moved away years ago.
- So he was my best friend?
- Not your best friend.
He was just someone you played with.
Come on, now. Enough of this.
Go and join your kids.
Don't kick it over here. Kick it over there
and watch out for the flowers.
- Everything OK?
- Yeah, sure.
Did you ask her?
She said what Anna said,
dreams are just dreams.
- Maybe she's right.
- Yeah, maybe.
You know I love you.
Hell of an act if you don't.
Hi. Amy, I need a patient chasing.
His check-up reminder was returned
marked "address unknown".
- Sorry. I don't have it with me.
- Send it along later and I'll process it for you.
- Can't we do it now?
- Not without the patient's reference number.
- Data Protection Act.
- It's urgent.
- I'm sorry.
- That's OK.
Hi. I'm looking for Richard Croft.
- He's in there.
- Thanks.
- Richard Croft?
- Yeah?
Stuart Wilsher. We were at school together.
My God!
- You remember me?
- It WAS a lifetime ago.
- How have you been?
- Fine.
Good.
- So you like working outdoors, yeah?
- Well, it's a job.
- Did you ever become an astronaut?
- What?
You always went on about being an astronaut.
I don't remember that.
No, I'm a doctor. A surgeon.
- Oh. Got any kids?
- Three. Two boys and a girl. You?
No, I never really fancied any. I've got three
wives, though... well, one wife and two exes.
- I'm sorry to spring this on you.
- Spring what?
My visit, unannounced.
Can we talk? Just for a minute or two.
I'm really busy, mate.
I've been having bad dreams -
nightmares - about the woods.
Do you remember where we used to play?
I'm chasing a boy - not you, someone else -
and then, um...
Well, the thing is... Can you remember
anything happening back then?
- A boy getting hurt?
- No.
- You're sure?
- Yeah, I'm quite sure.
There's something wrong with my memory.
Whole years are missing.
Since my father died, I can't remember
any Christmas present I got until I was 15.
- My memory's fine. I'm sorry. I can't help you.
- The dream is so vivid.
You're sure you can't remember
anything happening?
No. I can't remember anything!
Can't you take no for an answer?
Richard, that van's ready to go.
Gotta go, mate.
- Have you found everything you need?
- Yeah.
The guy who wrote this story -
you don't know who he was, do you?
It's 1967. I suppose
I could check the records for you.
- Thanks.
- OK.
- Mr. Greenham?
- Yeah.
Jimmy Greenham,
used to work on the local paper?
In a previous life.
- Who are you?
- Stuart Wilsher.
I've been reading some articles you wrote
about the missing boy - Timothy Hampton.
- Do you remember the story?
- I'm not bloody senile yet!
- What did you say your name is?
- Stuart Wilsher.
30 years ago that must have been.
- Never found the body.
- Are you sure he was dead?
If a missing child's not found after 72 hours,
you can be certain he's dead.
That's what the police reckon. They never say
that publicly. They wait till they find the body.
- Are you a relative?
- No, I used to live near where it happened.
- I don't remember anything about it.
- You must have been a kid yourself.
Didn't the police lecture you
about not talking to strangers?
- Did they think he was abducted by strangers?
- Paedophiles we call them now.
They existed then.
We just didn't have a name for them.
It wasn't the family, that's for sure.
The mother died shortly after the boy vanished
- Cancer, they said,
but it was losing the boy that did it.
- And the father?
- Broke him.
After the wife died, he started drinking -
lost his house,
ended up on the streets in Leeds last I heard.
He'd be long dead by now.
- What's your interest, Mr. Wilsher?
- It's difficult to explain.
I just want to find out what happened, that's all.
Well, anything I know went into the paper.
The case will still be open, you know.
They never close the file on an unsolved murder.
Thanks very much for your help.
Sorry to have troubled you.
Jenny, hi. It's me.
Yeah. Look, I'm gonna go and see Mum.
No, I just need to talk to her, that's all.
I've got to get this sorted.
I won't be late, I promise.
I love you, too.
Bye.
Stuart! This is a nice surprise.
What about a cup of tea? A nice cup of tea.
- Why was he here?
- Who?
- You know who.
- I don't know what you mean.
Don't lie to me!
Look what you've made me do!
- For God's sake, just leave it!
- How dare you talk to me like that!
- You lied to me.
- I'm your mother.
What was he doing here? Richard Croft.
I saw you through the window.
- You were spying on me?
- I want to know what he was doing here!
He was a bad seed.
- Born bad.
- Richard?
I tried to keep you away from him,
but I couldn't keep you under lock and key.
I wouldn't have him around the house.
You were nine. He was eleven.
His parents were a bad lot.
I hated having to turn him away
because I knew it wasn't his fault -
he went through hell at home -
but I didn't want you tainted.
What happened, Mum?
Mum?
It was the half-term holidays.
You were playing in the woods.
You, Richard Croft and...
...Timothy Hampton.
Tag. You took it in turns to chase each other.
You know the game. All children play it.
Then it stopped being a game.
Richard picked up a broken branch
and started chasing Timothy.
If Timothy had stood his ground,
maybe it would have worked out different.
He was eight. He was scared.
Richard ran after him and so did you.
You know what overexcited puppies are like -
snapping, barking, getting carried away.
Timothy fell down and Richard hit him.
I don't know why.
Some kind of blood lust.
- I'm a murderer?
- No! You didn't hit him, Stuart.
You saw it happen, but you didn't hit the boy.
You came home. You were in shock,
but you told me what had happened.
I went back and moved the body.
Found the piece of wood. Burned it.
I had to, Stuart.
- Why didn't you tell the police?
- How could I do that?
You were there. You were with him.
- He'd have lied and said it was you.
- What about his parents?
He wouldn't have told them.
Maybe, like you, he blotted it out.
They moved away a month or so later.
Father had run up debts.
You kept waking up
for days afterwards, screaming.
I kept saying it was a bad dream.
I kept telling you it never happened.
Eventually, you believed me.
- You should have told the police.
- You'd both have been blamed.
- I was nine. I wouldn't have gone to prison.
- I was looking after you on my own.
They'd have taken you away from me,
put you in care. I couldn't lose you, Stuart.
I'd already lost your father.
What good would it have done punishing you?
- A boy died!
- We couldn't bring him back.
- But his parents...
- It tore me apart, their appeals in the paper.
They never knew what happened to him.
Imagine how much they suffered.
I couldn't let them take you away.
- His mother died of a broken heart.
- Cancer.
- Mum...
- Don't Mum me!
I did what I had to do, Stuart.
I did it then and I'd do it again if I had to.
You were all I had.
You're all I have.
We killed a boy, Mum,
and we covered it up.
- Richard Croft was the killer, not you.
- Then he should have been punished.
What would have happened to you then? Would
you have gone to university? Become a doctor?
You won a scholarship. Do you think they'd have
given it to you if they'd known what happened?
Look how you turned out, Stuart.
You've a wonderful family.
You've given me three wonderful grandchildren.
Look what a doctor you've become.
Think how many lives you've saved,
how many more lives you will save.
Isn't that worth one lie?
Why did he come to see you today?
You frightened him. He doesn't want it
to come out after all these years.
None of us do, Stuart.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
I don't know if I can, Mum.
- What do you want?
- We need to talk.
I have nothing to say.
- Who is it?
- No one.
Do you want to talk
in front of wife number three?
- You bastard!
- I want to talk NOW.
Sarah, I'm just popping out.
- Where are we going?
- The woods.
- No bloody way!
- It's either the woods or the police.
I don't care either way.
You can talk to me
or you can talk to the police, your choice.
- You don't know what you're doing, mate.
- Yes, I do.
This is crazy!
You killed Timothy Hampton.
- Says who?
- I remember everything. You're a murderer.
- Did your mother tell you that?
- It has nothing to do with her.
- It has everything to do with her.
- Don't walk away! Tell me what happened.
We're going to the police.
You know what happened.
- I think about it every day.
- How do you live with yourself?
- How do you?
- You have to tell me.
- If we killed a boy, we have to make it right.
- We? You keep saying "we".
Tell me! I have a right to know.
- How much do you remember?
- I remember chasing Timothy.
- He fell and you hit him.
- That is not what happened.
I remember everything!
- You just remember what she told you.
- Who?
- Your mother.
- What do you mean?
We were both chasing him.
It was a game. It got out of hand.
Then Timothy fell and he started screaming.
No, please!
Then you hit him. Knocked him stone dead.
I don't know why you did it.
I've replayed it in my mind a million times
and I still don't know why.
- It was like you were possessed.
- No.
- You're the murderer, Stuart.
- No.
- We told your mum. She sent you up to bed.
- No!
She said it was all my fault.
She said I was the oldest and the police
would blame me and put me in prison.
She said no one would suspect you
of ever hitting Timothy.
Then she made me show her
where the body was.
She said if I told anybody,
she'd make sure I got the blame for it.
Then she made me swear never to tell.
Then she said she'd bury the body,
make sure nobody ever found out.
Do you want to go to the police, Stuart?
Go on, then.
I've kept this inside for more than 30 years,
and it's killing me like a cancer.
Every time I see a kid, it all comes back to me.
I remember, mate. I remember everything.
You and your bloody mother! You ruined my life!
Stuart?
God, love! What's wrong?
- I killed him.
- What?
- I killed him.
- Who? Who did you kill?
Timothy Hampton.
The boy in my dream.
It wasn't a dream.
- It happened.
- You're not making any sense, love.
I killed a boy when I was nine.
I smashed his head in.
I blocked it out.
I killed him.
I chased him, and I killed him.
- This doesn't make any sense.
- That's what the dream was about.
That won't help. Stuart...
Don't Stuart me!
Don't bloody Stuart me!
She knew.
All these years, she knew.
She never said anything.
- Who?
- My mother.
She knew what happened. She covered it up.
What am I gonna do?
What the hell am I gonna do?
- Why do you have to DO anything?
- I killed a boy. I'm a murderer!
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.
Anna said therapy can produce false memories.
She said hypnosis. I wasn't hypnotised.
I remember everything.
- I'll have to go to the police.
- No!
- What do you mean, no? I have to.
- You can't. No!
- I'm a murderer.
- You were a child.
You can't go to the police. I won't let you.
What would we tell the children?
Think what it would do to them, to me.
- We can deal with this ourselves.
- How?
- By burying it? Pretending it never happened?
- How does going to the police help?
Will they care that you're a father
and a wonderful doctor?
- I'll explain!
- They'll put you in prison.
That's what they'll do.
Oh, Stuart, love.
We'll get through this.
I'll help. You can find some way
of making amends. Charity work.
Something.
We'll deal with this as a family.
Oh. Come on.
Come on, love.
Let's go to bed.
God forgive me.
- What's going on?
- I'm leaving.
- You can't leave!
- I can do what I bloody well like.
- Where are you going?
- Somewhere far away from here.
- What about your wife?
- What about her?
- I'm going to the police.
- It's your choice. Just don't drag me into it.
I'll tell them. It wasn't you, it was me.
- All right. Congratulations.
- You can tell them what happened.
- I'll take the blame.
- You're too late.
30 years too late.
Look at your life and look at mine.
Who's been taking the blame for it
all these years, eh?
- That's a very interesting story, Dr. Wilsher.
- It happened.
- A dream, you said.
- It started as a dream, but now I remember.
- You remember everything?
- I think so.
You're confessing to a murder
based on "I think so"?
- I killed Timothy Hampton.
- But you don't know why?
It was over 30 years ago. I was a child myself.
- And this happened in the woods?
- Yes.
- You killed him with a tree branch?
- Yes!
- I killed him. Why don't you arrest me?
- What did you do with the body?
- The body?
- After you killed him.
The body was never found.
You must have hidden it.
I, um...
- I buried it.
- Where?
- In the garden.
- Of your cottage?
Yes.
How did you get the body to the cottage?
- What?
- You were nine years old.
How did you get the body
from the woods to the cottage?
I don't know. I... I can't remember.
You wouldn't have been strong enough
to carry it. Not all that way.
We have a problem, Dr. Wilsher. Someone else
has confessed to killing Timothy Hampton.
What?
They've told us where the body is buried.
A forensic team's there at the moment.
It's your mother, Dr. Wilsher.
She's told us everything.
She killed Timothy Hampton
and buried him in her garden.
She's the killer, Dr. Wilsher.
Not you. It didn't happen in the woods,
it happened in her house.
And it wasn't a branch that killed him.
She pushed him downstairs.
He was in your house, stealing.
She disturbed him, he struggled,
she pushed him. He fell down the stairs.
Died instantly, she said.
No. That's ridiculous!
She's lying. She's trying to protect me.
You found him, then? That's good.
It's no place for a child.
I planted the tree, but it's not the same
as a church, is it?
He deserves a church and a stone.
I'm sorry he died, but he shouldn't
have been in my house, should he?
And if he hadn't struggled,
I wouldn't have pushed him,
so it was his own fault, really, wasn't it?
Do you think they'll let me
put flowers on the grave?
No, please!
Good lad. Easy does it.
Where are we now?
BP's 80 over 40.
Pulse 120 and increasing.
I've got it.
Come on.
- BP's 100 over 60 and rising.
- Good boy!
Good lad. That's it. Come on.
O ye of little faith!
Stuart. Stuart...
Stuart.
What?
You were dreaming.
A nightmare by the sound of it.
- What time is it?
- Half seven.
- Oh, Jesus!
- Go home. Get some sleep.
I can't. I'm in theatre at nine. Shit!
- Are you OK?
- Yeah. I'm just tired.
- You did good work last night.
- Yeah, I know.
- Hi, Dad.
- Hiya, kid.
- What have you got?
- History.
- You look wrecked.
- Yeah. Non-stop all day.
How's the boy?
- Boy?
- Late-night phone call, remember?
Sorry, love. Yeah, it was touch and go
for a while, but he'll be fine.
It WAS an emergency.
They were right to call me.
I know. It's just we don't get
a good night's sleep at the best of times.
Dad. Why did the Romans
bother coming all the way to Britain?
- I don't know, mate. Before my time.
- That's why we study history, Dad.
Good point. Ask your gran on Sunday.
She was around in Roman times.
- Stuart!
- It's OK, Mum.
It's just what passes for a sense of humour.
How's my two favourite children?
- What about Andrew?
- A close third.
- What's this?
- A horror movie.
- I can see that. It's a bit...
- Horrible?
Graphic. What certificate is this?
- Dad, it's a video. It's not in the cinema.
- Is it an X?
- An X? What's an X?
- X-rated.
- It means it's only for adults.
- 18, you mean.
- Is it an 18?
- I don't know.
- It's not scary, Daddy. It's silly.
- That's not the point, Jake.
- You shouldn't watch this.
- There's nothing else on.
Dinner's ready.
No, please! Please!
- Stuart?
- Yeah. I'm OK.
Oh, not again.
Oh!
Bloody hell, Jake! What are you doing?
Jake. I'm sorry.
Jake.
Jake, what's wrong?
- Stuart?
- He crept up on me. I'm sorry.
- It's all right, Jake. What is wrong with you?
- The bed's wet.
That's OK. I'll take care of it.
- Thanks.
- It's the same dream every night, isn't it?
- It's not every night.
- You toss and turn even if you don't wake up.
- It's just a dream, Jenny.
- Work OK?
- Sure. Of course.
- You're happy?
- Happy? What do you mean, happy?
- Here with us.
This isn't about you.
It's classic. You're being chased.
Maybe you feel trapped.
We've been married for 15 years. There hasn't
been one day when I've felt trapped.
Could be a 15-year itch.
Yeah, right. This is all about me
having an affair
Is it?
Jenny, come on! You and the children are my life.
Well, something's upsetting you.
When the children have problems,
they have trouble sleeping.
I'm not a child. If I had a problem,
I would know about it.
Work is fine. I love you as much
as I did when we married.
I'm not planning to do a Reggie Perrin.
It's just a dream.
- Jake shouldn't be watching horror movies.
- What?
He was watching one of those slasher movies
on video. No wonder he wets the bed.
- Sarah said it was a comedy.
- Yeah, well, Sarah was telling porkies.
- Didn't you say anything to them?
- I thought I'd check with you first.
- I don't like disciplining them, that's all.
- You always make me the bad guy.
It's not fair.
I'm going to tear a strip off that video shop.
They shouldn't let children take these out.
- Are you sure that's a good idea?
- I thought it might help.
- Whisky's gonna give you a hangover.
- It's just the one. Do you want a...?
No.
No!
# Old Macdonald had a farm
# Ee-i-ee-i-o
- # And on that farm he had some... #
- Jake.
# Tyrannosaurus rexes!
# Some Tyrannosaurus rexes
# Ee-i-ee-i-o
# With a rarrgh there, and a rarrgh there
# Here a rarrgh,
there a rarrgh, everywhere a rarrgh-rarrgh
# Old Macdonald had a farm
# Ee-i-ee-i-o! #
- OK, that's enough. Thank you.
- Oh!
Isn't it time your mum
moved somewhere more central?
She'd be mad to. She got a great deal
from the estate after my father died.
It's practically rent free.
Besides, do you want her in our spare bedroom?
She's not getting any younger.
That's all I meant.
None of us are. No, she'll never leave there.
Too many memories.
Granny!
- Hi.
- Hi, Mum.
I told Mrs. Patel at the post office
how well you're doing.
- Mum.
- She asked, Stuart.
Her daughter's going to London to study medicine.
I told her how hard you studied.
- The sacrifices you made.
- Please, Mum!
- What's "sacrifice"?
- It's when you go without something.
- Like when Mummy gave up smoking?
- Sort of.
You go without something you want
so that you can have a better life.
Daddy worked so hard
so that you could have the life you have now.
What about Aztecs? They did sacrifices.
They cut out hearts when they were still beating.
- Sarah!
- That was the Incas.
- It was Aztecs.
- The Incas were from South America.
- The Aztecs were from Mexico.
- Dad!
Stop it, the pair of you.
Any more and we're going home.
Mrs. Patel saw that article in the paper
about your new unit at the hospital.
One of the most successful paediatricians
in the country, it said!
Mum!
- I wish she wouldn't go on like that.
- She's proud of you.
She makes me out to be some kind of saint.
- You ARE a saint!
- Don't YOU start!
Sarah, look after Jake, will you?
Jake!
Jake! Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jenny, where are you?
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
Jake!
- What are you doing?
- He wouldn't stop.
- It's OK. I'm here. It's all right.
- He's OK. It was just a tumble.
- No! You hurt me.
- You're scaring him.
Don't be stupid! He's not hurt.
Come on.
- I think you should talk to someone.
- About what?
- Something's not right.
- You're not a nurse any more.
This isn't about medical training.
Something's wrong.
- That dream and what happened today.
- Jake fell over, that's all.
It's more than that!
Look, why don't you go and see Anna Redford?
- Who?
- Anna Redford.
She's the head of the psychiatric department.
She was at my leaving do.
- I'm not seeing a shrink!
- She is brilliant.
I am not sick.
- "Physician heal thyself"
- What does that mean?
Doctors make the worst patients.
Everybody knows that!
No, please! Please!
Agh!
That's not gonna help. What happened?
- I had the dream again.
- I gathered that.
- Why were you looking at Jake?
- To check he was OK.
Why wouldn't he be OK?
Stuart!
I'm not the one
who's being chased in the dream.
I'm the one doing the chasing.
- What?
- I got it wrong.
I'm chasing the boy in the dream,
and the boy gets hurt.
- Hurt?
- Something hits him.
- Something?
- A piece of wood. I couldn't see clearly.
You mean somebody hit the boy?
Jesus!
What if it was me?
Hitting him? What would that mean?
- You don't know it was you.
- I'm chasing the boy. He gets hit.
- What if subconsciously I...?
- What?
What are you saying?
What if subconsciously
I want to hurt our children?
- That's ridiculous!
- Is it?
- Dreams can just be dreams.
- Not if they're about hurting children.
- You've never mentioned this before.
- It was the first time I saw blood.
Thank you.
It would just help him so much
to get it off his chest.
Something's making him so anxious.
It's rubbing off on the kids.
It's been very difficult the past two weeks,
and it's getting worse.
It's not just the nightmares,
it's the way he acts afterwards.
- Hello, love. I didn't hear you come in.
- Dr. Redford. How nice. It's been ages.
- Hasn't it?
- I thought we could have supper.
Just the three of us
Why don't you go into the living room
while I get the pasta ready?
"If Mohammed won't go to the mountain..."
- How's the hospital?
- Bedlam literally.
- You?
- Understaffed, underfunded.
And the best they can do is send
our less urgent cases over to Germany.
I sometimes wonder why we bother.
That is such a psychiatrist's trick.
- What?
- The long silence, hoping I'll fill it.
Can play this all evening.
I've been having nightmares.
- One particular nightmare.
- OK.
- This is silly!
- What is?
- Talking about it.
- You're not actually talking about anything.
I dream I'm chasing a kid.
I thought I was being chased
but now I think I'm doing the chasing.
- This child you're chasing: boy or girl?
- Boy. Seven or eight years old.
- Where are you?
- In a wood near our house. We played there.
- Who's we?
- Village kids. We played there all day.
Things were different then. You were out all day
and your parents didn't think twice about it.
Yeah! My kids have to have mobiles
and check in every hour.
Why am I dreaming that I'm running
after a boy? Chasing my lost youth?
With dreams, you're always dealing
with the elusive - resonances, associations.
You say this child you're chasing
is seven or eight.
Was that a traumatic time in your childhood?
Who remembers being seven?
OK, that's when my father died.
- That was a lifetime ago.
- We suppress things.
I got over it. I'm not seven any more. This is
not about me missing my father, trust me.
Trust me, I'm a doctor
- This has nothing to do with my mother.
- Mother? I thought we said father?
Father. I meant father. Mother, father,
this has nothing to do with my parents.
- It's not them chasing me.
- Dinner's ready.
Do you know who it is you're chasing?
- Are you sure?
- What do you mean?
- It's not somebody you know?
- Who?
I don't know, but you're chasing someone
for a reason, right?
Not necessarily. It could be the feeling
of pursuit that's important.
Dreams are often more to do
with emotions than events.
- Sometimes, dreams are just dreams.
- Then why are you so worried about it?
I was hitting him. There was blood.
I'm not going mad, am I?
- Stuart, listen to yourself!
- I don't mean mad, but something is wrong.
It's not natural to have recurring dreams.
It's a sign that something's wrong.
It's a possible sign that something's bothering
you. Would you like to talk it through?
- If you think it will help.
- Let's finish dinner first.
- You're not going to hypnotise me, are you?
- That's not my field.
I'm just getting you relaxed, that's all.
I thought you used a swinging watch.
That's for stage hypnotists.
Hypnosis can do more harm than good -
implanting false memories
in susceptible subjects.
I want you to talk me through your dream
step by step. Close your eyes if it helps.
- Just take me through it.
- OK.
When you get to where you wake up,
stay relaxed and keep going.
- So we see what happens next?
- Exactly.
OK.
It always starts the same way.
The boy running through the woods.
He's running.
He's scared.
He keeps saying, "No, no!
"No!"
I'm behind him.
I'm following him.
His feet keep slipping.
He's tired but he's too frightened to stop.
- Are you saying anything?
- No.
I'm just following him. Then he falls.
Then he gets up and runs again.
- His feet keep slipping.
- Stuart, I want you to take a good look round.
Is there anyone else there?
- There's somebody there.
- Who?
I can't see.
There's somebody else there,
chasing the boy.
- Try to get a good look at him.
- I can't. He's behind me.
Running.
The boy keeps looking back over his shoulder.
He's scared out of his wits.
Then he falls again.
He rolls onto his back, scared to death.
He's begging, "No!
"No! Please! Please!"
Then something hits him.
- There's blood.
- Stuart?
What is it? Where are you?
I'm outside my house.
I'm walking up to the door.
I'm going inside.
Stuart?
Stuart? My God, what have you done?
Stuart? What is it?
- Nothing.
- Are you all right, love?
I don't know.
- What did you remember?
- I remember going home.
- There was blood on my face.
- My God, Stuart!
- My mother was there.
- Where?
In the house. She saw the blood on my face.
Just because you dreamed it
doesn't mean it happened.
That wasn't part of the dream.
That was the first time
I remember my mother being there.
It isn't a dream.
It's a memory.
Is that possible - it happened
and I've lost all memory of it?
- Let's not jump to conclusions.
- Is it possible?
Traumatic events can sometimes cause
memory loss. It's a protective mechanism.
I'm not suggesting that's going on with you.
I don't agree. I think something really bad
happened and I've blocked it out.
Mummy!
Well done, kids. Look, we're here.
Grandma's going to be so pleased to see you.
- There you go.
- Out you go.
Hang on a minute.
- Are you going to talk to her?
- It's stupid.
She might remember something. If you don't,
I will. I mean it - if you don't ask her, I will.
OK. OK.
Out you go. Go and find your mum.
- Mum, can I ask you something?
- Of course you can. What is it?
Stuart, whatever's wrong?
Did I ever... hurt a child when I was a kid?
- What a question to ask!
- I've been having bad dreams, nightmares.
- Everyone has bad dreams.
- This is the same dream every night.
- I dream I'm chasing a boy and he gets hurt.
- You're making something out of nothing.
Was I ever in trouble when I was young?
Fighting, anything like that?
You were always a good boy, Stuart.
No trouble to anyone.
Where are the old photograph albums, Mum?
I hardly remember him now.
When I try to remember him,
I just see these photos.
It was a long time ago.
He'd have been so proud of you, Stuart -
what you've become.
Why did you never remarry?
I never found anyone I could love
as I loved your father.
When he died, I didn't...
Never mind.
I had almost ten years with him,
and I have you.
- That's enough love for one silly old woman.
- Mum.
Was I ever this young?
Who's that?
Don't know.
What are you looking for?
I thought I might see the boy in my dream,
the one I'm chasing. He's not here.
- It's just a dream.
- Yeah. Maybe.
- Who is that?
- I'm sure I don't know.
Come on, Mum.
We look like best friends here. Mum!
You used to play with him when you were young.
He went away.
- What's his name?
- I don't know.
- You always had a great memory. Think.
- Oh, I don't know.
Croft, maybe? Richard Croft.
He was a couple of years older than you.
They lived by the crossroads.
His family moved away years ago.
- So he was my best friend?
- Not your best friend.
He was just someone you played with.
Come on, now. Enough of this.
Go and join your kids.
Don't kick it over here. Kick it over there
and watch out for the flowers.
- Everything OK?
- Yeah, sure.
Did you ask her?
She said what Anna said,
dreams are just dreams.
- Maybe she's right.
- Yeah, maybe.
You know I love you.
Hell of an act if you don't.
Hi. Amy, I need a patient chasing.
His check-up reminder was returned
marked "address unknown".
- Sorry. I don't have it with me.
- Send it along later and I'll process it for you.
- Can't we do it now?
- Not without the patient's reference number.
- Data Protection Act.
- It's urgent.
- I'm sorry.
- That's OK.
Hi. I'm looking for Richard Croft.
- He's in there.
- Thanks.
- Richard Croft?
- Yeah?
Stuart Wilsher. We were at school together.
My God!
- You remember me?
- It WAS a lifetime ago.
- How have you been?
- Fine.
Good.
- So you like working outdoors, yeah?
- Well, it's a job.
- Did you ever become an astronaut?
- What?
You always went on about being an astronaut.
I don't remember that.
No, I'm a doctor. A surgeon.
- Oh. Got any kids?
- Three. Two boys and a girl. You?
No, I never really fancied any. I've got three
wives, though... well, one wife and two exes.
- I'm sorry to spring this on you.
- Spring what?
My visit, unannounced.
Can we talk? Just for a minute or two.
I'm really busy, mate.
I've been having bad dreams -
nightmares - about the woods.
Do you remember where we used to play?
I'm chasing a boy - not you, someone else -
and then, um...
Well, the thing is... Can you remember
anything happening back then?
- A boy getting hurt?
- No.
- You're sure?
- Yeah, I'm quite sure.
There's something wrong with my memory.
Whole years are missing.
Since my father died, I can't remember
any Christmas present I got until I was 15.
- My memory's fine. I'm sorry. I can't help you.
- The dream is so vivid.
You're sure you can't remember
anything happening?
No. I can't remember anything!
Can't you take no for an answer?
Richard, that van's ready to go.
Gotta go, mate.
- Have you found everything you need?
- Yeah.
The guy who wrote this story -
you don't know who he was, do you?
It's 1967. I suppose
I could check the records for you.
- Thanks.
- OK.
- Mr. Greenham?
- Yeah.
Jimmy Greenham,
used to work on the local paper?
In a previous life.
- Who are you?
- Stuart Wilsher.
I've been reading some articles you wrote
about the missing boy - Timothy Hampton.
- Do you remember the story?
- I'm not bloody senile yet!
- What did you say your name is?
- Stuart Wilsher.
30 years ago that must have been.
- Never found the body.
- Are you sure he was dead?
If a missing child's not found after 72 hours,
you can be certain he's dead.
That's what the police reckon. They never say
that publicly. They wait till they find the body.
- Are you a relative?
- No, I used to live near where it happened.
- I don't remember anything about it.
- You must have been a kid yourself.
Didn't the police lecture you
about not talking to strangers?
- Did they think he was abducted by strangers?
- Paedophiles we call them now.
They existed then.
We just didn't have a name for them.
It wasn't the family, that's for sure.
The mother died shortly after the boy vanished
- Cancer, they said,
but it was losing the boy that did it.
- And the father?
- Broke him.
After the wife died, he started drinking -
lost his house,
ended up on the streets in Leeds last I heard.
He'd be long dead by now.
- What's your interest, Mr. Wilsher?
- It's difficult to explain.
I just want to find out what happened, that's all.
Well, anything I know went into the paper.
The case will still be open, you know.
They never close the file on an unsolved murder.
Thanks very much for your help.
Sorry to have troubled you.
Jenny, hi. It's me.
Yeah. Look, I'm gonna go and see Mum.
No, I just need to talk to her, that's all.
I've got to get this sorted.
I won't be late, I promise.
I love you, too.
Bye.
Stuart! This is a nice surprise.
What about a cup of tea? A nice cup of tea.
- Why was he here?
- Who?
- You know who.
- I don't know what you mean.
Don't lie to me!
Look what you've made me do!
- For God's sake, just leave it!
- How dare you talk to me like that!
- You lied to me.
- I'm your mother.
What was he doing here? Richard Croft.
I saw you through the window.
- You were spying on me?
- I want to know what he was doing here!
He was a bad seed.
- Born bad.
- Richard?
I tried to keep you away from him,
but I couldn't keep you under lock and key.
I wouldn't have him around the house.
You were nine. He was eleven.
His parents were a bad lot.
I hated having to turn him away
because I knew it wasn't his fault -
he went through hell at home -
but I didn't want you tainted.
What happened, Mum?
Mum?
It was the half-term holidays.
You were playing in the woods.
You, Richard Croft and...
...Timothy Hampton.
Tag. You took it in turns to chase each other.
You know the game. All children play it.
Then it stopped being a game.
Richard picked up a broken branch
and started chasing Timothy.
If Timothy had stood his ground,
maybe it would have worked out different.
He was eight. He was scared.
Richard ran after him and so did you.
You know what overexcited puppies are like -
snapping, barking, getting carried away.
Timothy fell down and Richard hit him.
I don't know why.
Some kind of blood lust.
- I'm a murderer?
- No! You didn't hit him, Stuart.
You saw it happen, but you didn't hit the boy.
You came home. You were in shock,
but you told me what had happened.
I went back and moved the body.
Found the piece of wood. Burned it.
I had to, Stuart.
- Why didn't you tell the police?
- How could I do that?
You were there. You were with him.
- He'd have lied and said it was you.
- What about his parents?
He wouldn't have told them.
Maybe, like you, he blotted it out.
They moved away a month or so later.
Father had run up debts.
You kept waking up
for days afterwards, screaming.
I kept saying it was a bad dream.
I kept telling you it never happened.
Eventually, you believed me.
- You should have told the police.
- You'd both have been blamed.
- I was nine. I wouldn't have gone to prison.
- I was looking after you on my own.
They'd have taken you away from me,
put you in care. I couldn't lose you, Stuart.
I'd already lost your father.
What good would it have done punishing you?
- A boy died!
- We couldn't bring him back.
- But his parents...
- It tore me apart, their appeals in the paper.
They never knew what happened to him.
Imagine how much they suffered.
I couldn't let them take you away.
- His mother died of a broken heart.
- Cancer.
- Mum...
- Don't Mum me!
I did what I had to do, Stuart.
I did it then and I'd do it again if I had to.
You were all I had.
You're all I have.
We killed a boy, Mum,
and we covered it up.
- Richard Croft was the killer, not you.
- Then he should have been punished.
What would have happened to you then? Would
you have gone to university? Become a doctor?
You won a scholarship. Do you think they'd have
given it to you if they'd known what happened?
Look how you turned out, Stuart.
You've a wonderful family.
You've given me three wonderful grandchildren.
Look what a doctor you've become.
Think how many lives you've saved,
how many more lives you will save.
Isn't that worth one lie?
Why did he come to see you today?
You frightened him. He doesn't want it
to come out after all these years.
None of us do, Stuart.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
I don't know if I can, Mum.
- What do you want?
- We need to talk.
I have nothing to say.
- Who is it?
- No one.
Do you want to talk
in front of wife number three?
- You bastard!
- I want to talk NOW.
Sarah, I'm just popping out.
- Where are we going?
- The woods.
- No bloody way!
- It's either the woods or the police.
I don't care either way.
You can talk to me
or you can talk to the police, your choice.
- You don't know what you're doing, mate.
- Yes, I do.
This is crazy!
You killed Timothy Hampton.
- Says who?
- I remember everything. You're a murderer.
- Did your mother tell you that?
- It has nothing to do with her.
- It has everything to do with her.
- Don't walk away! Tell me what happened.
We're going to the police.
You know what happened.
- I think about it every day.
- How do you live with yourself?
- How do you?
- You have to tell me.
- If we killed a boy, we have to make it right.
- We? You keep saying "we".
Tell me! I have a right to know.
- How much do you remember?
- I remember chasing Timothy.
- He fell and you hit him.
- That is not what happened.
I remember everything!
- You just remember what she told you.
- Who?
- Your mother.
- What do you mean?
We were both chasing him.
It was a game. It got out of hand.
Then Timothy fell and he started screaming.
No, please!
Then you hit him. Knocked him stone dead.
I don't know why you did it.
I've replayed it in my mind a million times
and I still don't know why.
- It was like you were possessed.
- No.
- You're the murderer, Stuart.
- No.
- We told your mum. She sent you up to bed.
- No!
She said it was all my fault.
She said I was the oldest and the police
would blame me and put me in prison.
She said no one would suspect you
of ever hitting Timothy.
Then she made me show her
where the body was.
She said if I told anybody,
she'd make sure I got the blame for it.
Then she made me swear never to tell.
Then she said she'd bury the body,
make sure nobody ever found out.
Do you want to go to the police, Stuart?
Go on, then.
I've kept this inside for more than 30 years,
and it's killing me like a cancer.
Every time I see a kid, it all comes back to me.
I remember, mate. I remember everything.
You and your bloody mother! You ruined my life!
Stuart?
God, love! What's wrong?
- I killed him.
- What?
- I killed him.
- Who? Who did you kill?
Timothy Hampton.
The boy in my dream.
It wasn't a dream.
- It happened.
- You're not making any sense, love.
I killed a boy when I was nine.
I smashed his head in.
I blocked it out.
I killed him.
I chased him, and I killed him.
- This doesn't make any sense.
- That's what the dream was about.
That won't help. Stuart...
Don't Stuart me!
Don't bloody Stuart me!
She knew.
All these years, she knew.
She never said anything.
- Who?
- My mother.
She knew what happened. She covered it up.
What am I gonna do?
What the hell am I gonna do?
- Why do you have to DO anything?
- I killed a boy. I'm a murderer!
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm sure.
Anna said therapy can produce false memories.
She said hypnosis. I wasn't hypnotised.
I remember everything.
- I'll have to go to the police.
- No!
- What do you mean, no? I have to.
- You can't. No!
- I'm a murderer.
- You were a child.
You can't go to the police. I won't let you.
What would we tell the children?
Think what it would do to them, to me.
- We can deal with this ourselves.
- How?
- By burying it? Pretending it never happened?
- How does going to the police help?
Will they care that you're a father
and a wonderful doctor?
- I'll explain!
- They'll put you in prison.
That's what they'll do.
Oh, Stuart, love.
We'll get through this.
I'll help. You can find some way
of making amends. Charity work.
Something.
We'll deal with this as a family.
Oh. Come on.
Come on, love.
Let's go to bed.
God forgive me.
- What's going on?
- I'm leaving.
- You can't leave!
- I can do what I bloody well like.
- Where are you going?
- Somewhere far away from here.
- What about your wife?
- What about her?
- I'm going to the police.
- It's your choice. Just don't drag me into it.
I'll tell them. It wasn't you, it was me.
- All right. Congratulations.
- You can tell them what happened.
- I'll take the blame.
- You're too late.
30 years too late.
Look at your life and look at mine.
Who's been taking the blame for it
all these years, eh?
- That's a very interesting story, Dr. Wilsher.
- It happened.
- A dream, you said.
- It started as a dream, but now I remember.
- You remember everything?
- I think so.
You're confessing to a murder
based on "I think so"?
- I killed Timothy Hampton.
- But you don't know why?
It was over 30 years ago. I was a child myself.
- And this happened in the woods?
- Yes.
- You killed him with a tree branch?
- Yes!
- I killed him. Why don't you arrest me?
- What did you do with the body?
- The body?
- After you killed him.
The body was never found.
You must have hidden it.
I, um...
- I buried it.
- Where?
- In the garden.
- Of your cottage?
Yes.
How did you get the body to the cottage?
- What?
- You were nine years old.
How did you get the body
from the woods to the cottage?
I don't know. I... I can't remember.
You wouldn't have been strong enough
to carry it. Not all that way.
We have a problem, Dr. Wilsher. Someone else
has confessed to killing Timothy Hampton.
What?
They've told us where the body is buried.
A forensic team's there at the moment.
It's your mother, Dr. Wilsher.
She's told us everything.
She killed Timothy Hampton
and buried him in her garden.
She's the killer, Dr. Wilsher.
Not you. It didn't happen in the woods,
it happened in her house.
And it wasn't a branch that killed him.
She pushed him downstairs.
He was in your house, stealing.
She disturbed him, he struggled,
she pushed him. He fell down the stairs.
Died instantly, she said.
No. That's ridiculous!
She's lying. She's trying to protect me.
You found him, then? That's good.
It's no place for a child.
I planted the tree, but it's not the same
as a church, is it?
He deserves a church and a stone.
I'm sorry he died, but he shouldn't
have been in my house, should he?
And if he hadn't struggled,
I wouldn't have pushed him,
so it was his own fault, really, wasn't it?
Do you think they'll let me
put flowers on the grave?
No, please!