Traces (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

- Ring me if you ever...
- What? ..want to ring me.

Sarah Gordon at SIFA flagged up
issues with the building itself.

We're speaking to the people
who refurbished it in 2008.

MacAfee Construction.

Well, the police just spoke to me

to see if we're culpable of doing
things that maybe made a fire

turn into a really bad fire.

There is likely to be
a fatal accident enquiry.

The families will want answers.

I'd like to speak with
a guest staying with you.

Pia Salvador.



Have you shown this to anyone?

What does it mean?

That my mum and dad had
sex in your mum's bed.

I was just wondering if you
asked your mum about the photo.

No. I never saw her.

I think you need to stop sleuthing.

You don't know what
you're getting into.

What, so you mean trust no-one?

Will you keep an eye on Emma Hedges?

Why?

She knows something that
was never disclosed.

- Hi, Dad.
- We need to talk about that photo.

- Come over in the morning.
- Got myself into trouble.

♪ Baby, you understand me now?



♪ If sometimes you see that I'm mad

♪ Don't you know that no-one
alive can always be an angel?

♪ When everything goes wrong,
you see some bad

♪ Oh, I'm just a soul
whose intentions are good

♪ Oh, Lord, please, don't
let me be misunderstood. ♪

I hope everything
goes OK with your dad.

How long do you think
you'll be with him?

The thing we need to talk
about could turn out to be big.

Even the fact that it's come
out could be big, so...

Sorry.
I will tell you at some point.

That's fine.

If you're free at lunchtime, maybe
we can meet for a poke of chips.

You had me at poke.

What are you like?

Two all-nighters in a row.

No, this wasn't anything like...

I mean, that was...
Like, I was, uh...

God knows.

- But this guy...
- What's up?

I'm in love.

With a guy you just met?

Yeah.

Who you've known since...?

Yesterday.

Who is he?!

His name's Daniel.

I met him outside that club
when I went back for my bag,

and... he's wonderful.

0 to 60, aren't you?

Right.

Try not to get married before
I've finished my shift.

OK.

And don't give him your PIN number.

OK!

Skye?

My dad rang me last night.

He says we need to talk
about that photo.

You're joking.

How would he know I've seen it?

Don't know.

You didn't tell your mum?

No.

Do you think I'm a liar?

No!

Good.

We have the Procurator Fiscal
with us today.

Where would you like to start?

Have you found any link at all

between Shuggie Brook
murdering Ian Howie

and the deaths of Shelley Nardoni
and Bashir Kumar?

No.

So two unfortunate innocents?

It's looking like this was
the chain of events.

Brook kills Howie to try
and get out of debt pressure.

He locks the door to the office
to cover his actions.

He doesn't know that
these two are in there.

He realises he's accidentally killed
Bashir Kumar and his own niece.

He kills himself by
jumping off the bridge.

Sarah Gordon's report is due today.

We'll go through it
with her this afternoon,

get the full picture of what and who
contributed to the fire at Secrets.

Not just Shuggie Brook -

the building companies
are of interest to me -

and see how we should proceed.

Ah, boss, got five minutes?

Aye, Neil. Come away in.

Well, the photo of
the parents is interesting,

but it's not substantive.

Someone citing dismemberment
when it was never disclosed is,

so I'd agree that needs followed up.

I didn't push her at all,
to be fair.

I could have another chat with her,
see what she says.

Good. See where that takes you.

OK. Will do.

- What about Drew?
- Oh, aye.

Ask him about his relationship
with his ex.

Do whatever needs done.

Initial enquiries.

Thanks, boss.

What's she like - the lassie Emma?

She's got her head screwed on.

Bobby's still at it. Good.

Let me see what you've got for us.

Got any data yet?

We're still reviewing
the chromatograms

from last night's run
of police samples.

We're making nice progress.
I think we're a good team.

Let's have a check-in meeting
in a couple of days, OK?

I'm not here this afternoon.

I've got a meeting with the Fiscal
to discuss the fire report.

The internal walls don't go to roof
height above the false ceiling

so there's a void
which filled with smoke.

So put that. Everyone can get that.

OK, good.

I told Neil you were dying to know
who the anthro was on Marie Monroe.

- His lips were zipped.
- Ugh.

She went missing in August.

She was dug up in November.

That's up to three months
in the ground

exposed to fauna, warmish soil.

- I just wonder what they had to work with.
- How decomposed you mean? - Yeah.

How's Emma?

She seems OK.

Hiya.

Hey.

I'm guessing you found it
when you stayed over here.

Yeah.

I mean, I don't know why
you were going through my things,

but, given that you did,
and you found it,

I can see why it might
get you thinking.

What I don't get at all is why you
didn't just ask me about it.

Well, you weren't here.

- I have a phone.
- You don't answer it.

You don't! You disappear.
You're inconsistent.

- Talk to me properly.
- OK.

I went through your things,

and the reason that I did
was cos you left me here

in the middle of the night.

There was some guy banging
at the door at 3am,

wanting to come in
and collect something,

saying he was expected,

and I thought, "Shit, he must
be buying drugs off my dad."

I thought the flat
must be full of drugs.

"Shit, what if they're in
this case under the bed?"

And I was panicking and freaking
out because it was 3am, and...

...I'd got no idea
where you'd gone.

If you hadn't have left me,
I wouldn't have found the photo,

but I left you two voice mails.

I'm sorry. I don't always
listen to my voice mails.

You're better off texting me.

And I'm sorry that you were scared.

- I didn't want to wake you.
- Where did you go?

Over to see my girlfriend Shauna.

She was feeling a bit jealous.

Who was the guy at the door?

Could have been my pal Tam. He
never makes sense after midnight.

All right.

Let's talk about this, OK?

No bullshit. Adult to adult.

This photograph is exactly
what it looks like.

It's me and your mum
in bed together.

Izzy's bed in Izzy's place in -
you can just make it out -

May 2000.

Izzy took it.

Now, clearly your mum and I
have just slept together.

We did sleep together from
time to time over the years

because we had never really
completely stopped... wanting to.

Did Jimmy know?

No.

I genuinely don't think so,

and, like I say,
it was very occasional.

I was away for long stretches,

and it was always in the day,
or just after school.

And where was I?

Well, Izzy would take you
and Skye off somewhere.

Marie would return the favour

if Izzy ever wanted
to hook up with someone.

Did you want Mum back?

No.

Did she want you back?

She had more sense than that.

So what was it?

A known connection.
Fun. Naughty.

That was the year before she died.

I'm very aware of that.

I can see where your mind's going,
and mine would go there, too,

but I was back in
the rig the day before

your mother was last seen alive,

and I stayed in the rig
for two weeks.

Now, Emma, darling, sorry,
Shauna made that candle.

- Well, it's horrible.
- Hey.

- Well, it is.
- You're being a brat.

Who told you I'd seen it - Izzy?

- It's not relevant.
- It is to me.

What you and my mum got up to
is relevant to me, and...

What we did was between two adults
and didn't affect anyone else...

- ...every couple of years...
- Will you let me finish?

- ...but I lost my mum!
- Shut up! Shut up a minute!

When your mum went missing,

when she was found, it was hellish.

All of us suffered. I don't
want folk to suffer more now.

Now, I'm asking you to drop this.

There's nothing to see here.

Nothing to gain.

And, please, don't tell Jimmy.

I haven't told Jimmy,

but I have told the police.

I think you'll come to regret that.

- All right?
- Hi.

Come on. Let's go.

You ever been mackerel fishing?

No.

You can go out on a boat
just up the road from here.

Fancy trying it sometime?

Definitely.

I love you.

Well, you said it first.

- What?
- Almost the first thing you said to me.

I gave you your bag back,
and you said, "I love you."

Well, "I love you" means thank you.

Not in Scotland.

Well, I... I do love you.

Need to get this, sorry.

- You all right?
- Hiya, son. How the fuck are you?

- I'm OK.
- Can you talk? Sure.

Patrick can do four o'clock today.

He'll take us through whatever shite
they'll be trying to throw at you

with regard to the fire at Secrets.

OK.

This is what it means to run
a company, son. It's tough,

- and you're learning the hard way.
- Yeah. It'll be the making of you.

- You'll get through it. I know you will.
- Thanks, Dad.

How about dinner this week on me?

Well, if I do, could I
maybe bring someone?

Of course you can. Take care, son.

When was it built - Secrets?

We didn't build Secrets.

We did it up in 2008.

Well, you weren't the director
then, surely?

I wasn't. My dad was.

So why is it you that
the solicitor needs to see?

I was the foreman.

I was the foreman,
and people have died.

- Boss.
- Thank you, Trina.

You know someone's waiting on you
at the front desk, don't you?

- No.
- Drew Cubbin.

- You're fine, you're fine...
- Sorry.

- Professor Gordon hasn't been in.
- Thank you. No problem.

Let me do the cleaning up by myself
tonight. You finish early.

OK. Thanks.

You know that fire scene
Prof Gordon was working on?

- Was it a club?
- Yeah.

Was it called Secrets?

Yeah. It's been all over the news.

The reason I came in.

Thought you might like this.

It's all yours.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Seems to have caused
some consternation.

Can we talk? Man to man.

Well, I am and you are,
so on you go.

The thing about Marie,

it wasn't easy for her
to reach orgasm.

- OK.
- There was a trick to it.

Not a trick. Trick's the wrong word.

You had to know what you were doing.

- OK.
- Are you with me?

Yeah,
you knew what you were doing.

Her and me... it worked.

You know? Now, I'm not saying
that that's all there was to it.

You know, we were fond of
one another right enough,

but she was married to Jimmy Levin
for six years and didn't come once.

She was never going to leave him.
I liked my freedom.

It was a mutually satisfactory,
occasional, physical thing.

- Two coffees.
- Thank you.

Thanks.

Why was she never
going to leave him?

Because she knew he'd support her.

She had an aversion
to him physically,

but he loved her
and gave her security.

Did Marie have other lovers
aside from you?

No.

You sound sure.

Well, I don't see when
she would have managed it.

And I think she would have told me.

I mean, it would have
been OK for her to.

What about Izzy Alessi?

What about her?

Quite an intimate moment
she photographed -

you and Marie in bed.

Was Izzy physically intimate
with you or Marie?

No, no.

Now we're entering
the realms of fantasy.

No.

You know, I had one or two nights
with Izzy when we were at school.

Pished. We were
just pals after that.

Yeah, I love her to bits,
but she's too fruit-loops for me.

We were always easy, the three
of us. Uninhibited.

It was no big deal for Izzy
to take that photo.

It was just fun, you know?

You know what it was?

Because we all knew
each other from so young...

Phew.

When we got together,

however many years had passed,
whatever else was going on,

we just reverted to that state.

I know we spoke to you in 2001.
I know you were alibied.

You didn't tell us at the time

that you and Marie
continued to be lovers.

Why?

Because it had nothing
to do with her murder.

As far as you know.

Well, Jimmy Levin
didn't do it, did he?

Because?

Because he doesn't have the balls.

Emma's impetuous.

You know, she loves her drama.
Very smart cookie, mind you.

First-class degree in chemistry.

Impressive.

Would you mind?

Thank you.

I take it you'd be OK for us to get
this down in statement form?

OK.

And take a DNA sample from you?

Oh, aye.

Give me a minute to set up.
I'll have the MOOC questions ready.

Hey, I hope you don't
mind me asking,

but was your friend Pia
yesterday by any chance

the postcard sender?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

- Neil, hi.
- Kathy...

I've been looking through
the Marie Munroe reports,

and I'd like your professional
opinion on something.

- Sure.
- Fantastic.

Well, will I send the stuff over,

and, well, we can chat through
it whenever it suits you?

- Perfect.
- See you later. Bye, Neil.

Take care.

I'm sorry I was a bitch just then.

Pia is the postcard sender,

and I totally blew it so
I can't talk about it, OK?

I'm ready when you are.

Shelley Nardoni's mother is furious

that Secrets nightclub owner
Shuggie Brook killed himself

and can't be held to account
for the death of her daughter.

The Kumars are shoulder to shoulder
with the Nardonis

- in wanting to see justice done...
- Of course.

...but they've hit a wall.

- They want to sue for these deaths.
- Loss to society. Exactly.

But who are they going to sue?

They can't sue Brook - he's dead.

His insurance won't pay out
because he started the fire.

His estate is worth nothing
because of his debts.

So the focus of blame is shifting
to the building company

- that refurbished Secrets.
- MacAfee Construction.

Patrick, this is my son Daniel,

director of MacAfee Construction.

- Good to meet you, Daniel.
- Nice to meet you.

I'm a wee bit pressured time-wise.
Are we OK to get stuck in?

Look, I want justice done
for the families, too,

but my starting point has to be

is there a sufficiency of evidence
to raise a criminal charge?

Now, let's go over Sarah's report.

Well, the doors were sub-standard.

They didn't comply with FD30,
let alone FD60.

They wouldn't even have given
half an hour protection.

Another thing is you used
polystyrene tiles on the ceilings.

Polystyrene tiles melt and drip fire
onto the area below them,

and, due to bad house-keeping,

there was plenty of fuel
for them to drip onto.

You mentioned fuel loading
in the office.

- Boxes of crisps.
- A really good fuel source.

There was a pack of kitchen roll
by the toaster,

so the fire started in the toaster

then most likely developed
in the kitchen roll,

extended up to ceiling height,

melting ceiling tiles,

breaching into the ceiling cavity
then melted more tiles,

which dripped fire onto the
boxes of crisps in the office,

igniting them and creating
a second seat of fire.

Any suggestion the fuel loading
was intentional on Brook's part?

No. The barman says it's
been like that for years.

We need to remember that Shelley
and Bashir were locked in that room.

Yes, but the void above the false
ceilings didn't go to roof height,

suggesting that was a major factor
in the spread of the fire.

This is a joke.

The major factor is Shuggie Brook
set fire to his own property.

Daniel MacAfee is the statutory
director of MacAfee Construction,

but Phil MacAfee was the director
at the point of investigation

when this refurbishment was done,
and his son was the foreman.

Phil MacAfee runs
a separate business now.

What's my boy looking at?

We'll know more after
the big meeting they're having,

but I think...

We're looking at
MacAfee Construction,

prosecuting the company
for corporate homicide.

Jesus Christ.

Not you personally. The company.

They'll be looking to fine
MacAfee Construction.

- Well, how much?
- A substantial amount.

No. Corporate homicide.
It's not enough.

Builders, right?
Anybody can be a builder.

There's no entry qualification.

Anybody can be a builder, which is
why some of them are so bad.

It is in the public interest to
prosecute these kinds of breaches.

I've read your reports.

The Health and Safety Executive
report was damning.

No.

These individuals,
Phil and Daniel MacAfee,

these individuals acted
with blatant disregard

for the safety of the public,

and what goes on the indictment
should reflect that.

Culpable homicide.

I'm going after the MacAfees.

There was no anthro.

What?

Marie Monroe's remains were
examined by a pathologist.

- What?!
- A trainee pathologist.

How can you not use an anthro
when you have dismembered remains

dumped in the ground for months?

Some of the bones were
never recovered.

Can you imagine what
they might have missed?!

- Where are you going?
- One of my PhD students is broken.

Why don't you put them
down here? Down here.

Hi, Daniel, it's Patrick here.

Listen, pal. The Fiscal's
going to play hardball.

He's got a warrant for your arrest
for culpable homicide,

but he won't pass it to the police
if you surrender at court tomorrow.

Give me a ring. I'll talk you
through it. OK? Bye-bye.

- Hello.
- How are you doing?

Awful.

Do you want to meet up?

No. No, thanks.

- I'm just going to go home.
- OK. Call me later.

Marie was buried in a closed coffin.

We knew her remains were skeletal.

I remember being advised
not to see them,

and I had no desire to.

They'd identified Marie
with dental records.

Nobody ever mentioned
dismemberment to me.

Until Emma did.

Until Izzy Alessi put
the idea in Emma's head,

and Emma ran with it.

- Are you in contact with Izzy?
- No, no, no.

I'd sometimes see her when Marie
was alive, but barely at all since.

The last time I saw her,
she was in a shocking condition.

And when was that?

Oh, years ago in the town centre.

She looked like a street junkie.

And she wasn't like that
when Marie was alive?

No.

She hit rock bottom after.

Was Marie a good influence on Izzy?

That's an interesting
way of coming at it.

I always thought Izzy was
a bad influence on Marie.

How was the physical side of
things between you and Marie?

Fine.

Drew tells us he and Marie
slept together occasionally

after she was married to you.

No. No.

He's lying.

We have a photo,
uh, to support it.

You weren't aware?

No.

Hello. Julie?

Anyone there?

- What the hell are you up to?
- What are you talking about?

The arrogance of you!

Never... never thinking how
anyone else might be affected,

how anyone else might... might
need to know

that you're taking yourself
off to the police.

No warning to anybody that
you've dragged this whole thing up,

and we've had to have our noses
shoved in it again!

I've just had Jimmy on the phone.

He's just been told that
Marie was cheating on him!

I've just had a Detective fucking
Inspector McKinven on the phone,

saying that he's coming to my home
tomorrow to talk to me.

You... We're real people

with real feelings and you've
just treated us like SHIT!

- I'm sorry.
- No, no, you have to think.

Well, I've said that I'm sorry.

It's too late for sorry.

Well, then, you know what?
I'm not sorry.

If no-one's got anything
to hide, fine.

Let the police ask anything
they want, no harm done,

but if someone is hiding something,

I don't care how close
they are to me - bring it on.

Are you Philip MacAfee?

Yes, I am.

I represent Philip MacAfee.

He makes no plea or declaration,
and he seeks bail.

Bail is not opposed.

Stand up, Mr MacAfee.

- Are you Daniel MacAfee?
- Yes.

I represent Daniel MacAfee.

He makes no plea or declaration,
and he seeks bail.

Bail is not opposed.

Stand up, Mr MacAfee.

- What was that?
- Oh, I know.

- Quicker than a carwash.
- So what now?

You both just made
your appearance on petition,

so now they have to serve
the indictment within ten months

and start the trial
by this time next year.

What do we do?

We roll up our sleeves
and get negotiating.

Serious damage limitation.

Talk sense into Fiscal
because he's being a bastard.

Aye.

Now, I know you're a tight team,

but the fact of you being
director at the time

and you being the foreman could
get very, very complicated,

which means, regretfully,
I can't work for you both,

so, Daniel, you'll need to get
independent representation.

We better do it.

And the standard advice
in this situation is

that the two of you
don't discuss the case.

What's the worst-case scenario?

Well, it's culpable homicide, so the
worst-case scenario is, you know...

Jail.

I lost my temper
with Emma last night.

She thinks that there's a magic key,

and she'll find it
and get to the truth.

It's naive.

Marie was in a crowd
of thousands of people

from all over the world,

many of whom left Dundee
the next day by sea.

She was drunk.

She got into a row with Jimmy
because she was drunk.

Anything could have
happened with anyone.

It even occurred to me that she
might have chosen to lose herself.

But then they found her body
and that was that.

Why would she have
wanted to lose herself?

She had structure with Jimmy
and two lovely kids,

but I think she found it
a bit staid.

I don't know.

Emma and I will make it up.
We always do.

How did she come to live with you?

I... After Marie went missing,
I rushed up to Dundee.

We were all crowded into Jimmy's.

Me and my husband, Jimmy's Mum.

I was pregnant at the time.

And, uh, we came back to Manchester
after two weeks,

but I'd visit as much as I could.

And then, come November...

...after they found Marie's body,

it was decided that I would take
Emma back to Manchester for a bit

to keep her out of the fray.

We set up home.

The two of us worked
well together, so...

and then... she asked me
to adopt her.

Just the two of you?

Mm. I, uh, I lost the baby...

...after Marie was found,

and my marriage went up
the wazoo a bit later.

Hell of a time.

Indeed.

Louise,
can I show you something?

Sure.

What it is is this unknown
here keeps cropping up.

I know we've not identified
the molecule yet,

but I keep seeing the same peak.

Different drug sample,
same retention time.

- It's tiny, I know.
- I'm impressed you saw that, actually.

Let's keep an eye on it
as we keep collecting data.

Might be something we need
to tell Professor Gordon about.

Nice work.

I get Emma wanted answers.

She's young.

But for me...

...to get by, I had to...

I've had to let go.

If there were answers out there,
we would have found them by now.

It couldn't have been Jimmy.

I mean, I know... Marie
and Jimmy had argued,

but Jimmy wouldn't hurt a fly.

He was all bluster.

And it couldn't have been Drew.

He was out on a rig
in the North Sea.

Did you know Drew and Marie
continued to sleep together?

Not till yesterday.

Uh, Jimmy rang and told me
as soon as you told him.

Hm. What did you think
when you heard?

That Drew's a greedy wee bastard

who wouldn't let her out of his
clutches, even after he left her.

Why did he leave her?

Oh, well, it was all a bit
too real life for him, wasn't it?

Broken sleep, teething, nappies.

It's all a bit much to deal with

when you prefer sitting
around getting stoned.

- You're not keen.
- Hm.

I hate him.

He's the worst kind of bastard
cos he's weak.

I heard a rumour that he took
drugs onto the rigs,

and I can see him doing it, too.

Easy money, and it would
appeal to his vanity.

You know, being the guy
with the goods.

I never linked it cos I never
knew they stayed lovers.

But if Drew was mixing
with dodgy people,

and Marie was still seeing Drew,

maybe she was mixing with them, too.

We need to go back to Drew.

We need the employment records
for when he worked on the rigs.

And I want to talk to Jimmy again

about that argument
he had with Marie.

- Nope.
- Right, let's go.

I mean, if it had been me,

the first thing I would have done
is follow animal tracks,

try to excavate fox dens and badger
sets for the missing bones,

but nobody did that!

Where are Marie Monroe's
missing bones?

Still in the dump site?

You know what?

What Neil sent me to look over
so far is so depressingly bad,

- I could even believe that.
- I've got first years in two minutes.

Relax. I'm very important, too.

Mm. I put fresh ginger in.

- Yummy. I got you the salmon.
- Lovely, thank you.

Saw your friend in there.

Pia.

Black Americano, please.

What's up?

I am looking for you.

Oh.

I was in the bathroom.

I'm sorry I was mean.

Forget it.

Can I see you tonight?

- I have plans tonight.
- Tomorrow? I leave tomorrow.

What kind of plans?
You don't know anyone here.

I make friends fast.

Change your plans.

- No.
- Please.

You've got months and months
to negotiate with the Fiscal.

It might not be anywhere
near as bad as you think.

I know you're a good person.

Come in with me and meet Skye.

Don't sit here on your own.

Skye?

Come up.

Have you come for the bed?

Jesus, Skye. What are you doing?

Who's this?

Daniel.

Brought your big car so
you could put the bed in, hey?

What bed? Look, I don't know
what you're talking about.

Skye, he doesn't know what
you're talking about.

We've not come for the bed.
What's happened?

- The police are with my mum.
- What?

Do you think because your mum was
murdered you can do what you like?

No.

Report your friends to the
police just cos you feel like it?

Skye, I didn't report you
to the police.

I want you out. Now.

Give me my keys. Chuck them.

Emma, give her the keys.

I don't trust you an inch.

I hope you know what
you're getting into.

- She's a piece of work.
- Skye, please, listen to me.

Get your stuff and go.

Come on. Come on.

What a disgrace.

To persecute a dying woman
in her hospital bed.

I'm very sorry you feel
like that, Miss Alessi.

Believe me, that's the last
thing we're here to do.

As I say, we think you might
be able to help us,

and we know what a treasured
friend Marie was to you,

and we hoped you'd weigh that up
against any inconvenience caused.

Oh, she was a treasured friend.

Not a day goes by
I don't think of her.

It was like losing part of me.

Well, let's see this photo, then.

Look at them.

So young.

So pretty.

What can I tell you?

I took it.

They're in my bed.

They had a pump from time to time,
for old time's sake,

and that's all there is to it.

There's another thing
I want to ask you about.

It concerns Marie's body.

I believe you mentioned
to Emma Hedges

that Marie's bones were cut up.

I... I don't remember.

You don't remember saying it,
or you don't remember knowing it?

I'm not a bad person.

I don't think you are.

Skye's my oldest friend.

Her mum and my mum
had us a month apart.

They put us in a cot together.

We went to nursery together,
to school together.

Skye's the sweetest, kindest
person you could meet.

- She had a knife.
- Only because she's scared.

Of what?

What I might find out about my mum.

Is it true what she said?

- That your mum was...
- Yeah.

They never found out what happened.

Jesus, Emma.

I'm going to.

This was for my mum.

The last time I saw her
was at a ship's festival.

Did you report Skye?

I had a chat with the police guy.

What was all that about the bed?

It was to do with my dad.

Well, what's your
dad's bed doing there?

It belongs to Izzy.
Skye's mum.

But I don't understand
why the bed was...

Well, neither do I!

And I'm trying to think, OK?
I'm trying to work it out.

I'm sorry.

I'm scared, too.

Live here as long as you want.

This is such a big thing.

Doesn't feel it.

And I hope I don't bring you down.

Hey?

Going somewhere dark.

Listen, I was charged with
culpable homicide this morning.

I mean in my head.

Can you talk about it?

You know you can say anything.

- And you won't run for the hills?
- No.

This is the bed.

That's my mum and dad.

They used to meet at Izzy's
to have sex

when my mum was married
to my step-dad.

Yeah, me and Skye thought
it was a laugh when we found it.

Skye said she'd ask Izzy about it,
but then she told me she hadn't.

- Next thing, she's pulling a knife on us.
- To stop you taking the bed?

And why would the bed
be worth taking?

If there was evidence on it.

What if my mum was
murdered on that bed?

What if it was Izzy that did it?

Have you got a number
for your police guy?

But what if I'm wrong?

You need to tell them
before they can destroy...

- Izzy's a friend, and she's ill.
- I know! But you've got to call them.

It can't be wrong to say you know
where the bed is cos you do.

I'll back you up.

Hello, Emma.