Without You (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript

Hello?

I need an ambulance, please.

There's a woman,
and I think she's dead.

32 Tulser Road.

You need to come right now.

Oh, God.
Oh.

Leave a message
for Ellie or Greg...

Leave a message
for Ellie or Greg...

Leave a message
for Ellie or Greg...

I need you.

Frances is dead.



I know.

My name's Ellie Manning.

I was with Greg for 12 years,

and one day he left the house
and he never came back.

He was found dead in a car
with Milena.

Gwen's the name
of my best friend,

and I pretended to be her

so I could get a job
in the office

because I needed to find out why
they were together in the car.

I think the person
that planted this,

they wanted me to think that
Greg was involved with Milena.

And whoever that person is,
they murdered my husband.

Say something.

Frances is dead.



I know.

Frances is dead.

And you've discovered
a menu card.

A woman is dead,

and you've got
a little piece of paper

that proves nothing.

Jesus Christ!

We slept together, Gwen.

Ellie!
Whatever the fuck your name is!

I walked straight into your
little honey trap, didn't I?

No, I promise,
it wasn't like that.

Oh, come on. You pretended
to be somebody else.

You lied to all of us.
You flirted with me.

I know. I didn't --
and I didn't mean it like that.

I was prepared for this
to go somewhere.

How do you think your boy
would feel, huh,

about you shagging me?

I don't think he'd be
best pleased, do you?

It's not all right
to have sex with someone

to see
if they're a murder suspect.

- It wasn't like that.
- Stop lying to me!

For all you know,
I could be a murderer.

No, I don't think you are.

Frances was my friend.

She was a good person.

She never would have done
any harm to anyone.

She was kind, she was sensitive,

and a little too bloody open
for her own good,

and now she's dead!

And you know the way I see it?

If you hadn't have come
knocking on her door,

she'd still be alive.

Are you gonna go to the police?

No. I tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna give you a head start.

So this proves it.

It proves Milena Livingstone
and my husband never even met.

I want you to reopen the inquiry
into their deaths.

You're a primary-school teacher?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, um,
this is all well and good,

this, uh, little craft project.

But, uh, none of it amounts
to hard evidence, does it?

And in the meantime,

I have the small matter
of a murder to attend to.

- Mrs. Frances Shaw.
- Yeah.

And here you are,

a primary-school teacher
with, uh,

a talent for art and, uh,

well, also a talent
for role-play,

it would seem --
impersonating a stranger,

winning the confidence
of Mrs. Shaw,

working for her
under an assumed name.

Then coupled with that,
on the day she dies,

you arrange to meet Mrs. Shaw
after hours,

you "find" the body.

Excuse quotation marks.

Just don't want to make
any assumptions.

You tamper with the body.

Then odder still,
you abandon the crime scene.

No, I called for an ambulance.

Yeah, we found your mobile phone

discarded nearby, by the way.

Again, odd.

You go home, you shower,

you wash the clothes you were
wearing at the scene,

thereby destroying any evidence.

Well, uh, if I were looking for
a prime suspect,

I think I might think
I'd just hit the jackpot.

What are you saying?

You need to speak
to her husband.

Frances had just told him
that she was having an affair

and he was furious.

You need to speak to David Shaw.

That's who you need to speak to.

You fancy yourself as a little
bit of a Miss Marple, don't you?

My husband
and Milena Livingstone

died in a car crash
under circumstances

that have not yet
been explained.

They have been explained.

P.C. Wootten furnished me
with the coroner's report.

And then Milena's
business partner was murdered.

Can you not see
there's a connection?

Surely you must see that!

Look, I know that what I've --

what I've done seems
a little bit odd...

Odd, yes.
Unstable, even.

I have heard enough of this.
I want you to investigate it!

Investigate? Right.
Is that what you've been doing?

You know, I could charge you
with wasting police time,

obstructing an investigation,

tampering with
criminal evidence.

You could get six months
right now

for dicking us around,
you know that?

Am I under arrest?

Luckily for you,
I have a soft spot

for primary-school teachers.

Miss Jenkins.

I was seven years old, and she
smelled like strawberries.

Can I go, then?

I've told you the truth.
I've told you everything I know.

I just want to go.

Thanks.

All right, thank you,
Mrs. Manning.

We'll be in touch, yeah?

Barnaby?

Barnaby boy?

Where are you?

Barnaby?

Barnaby?

I want to talk to you.

It's me, Ellie.

God, you scared
the life out of me.

Gwen's here.

She's had the police
'round her house grilling her

about her involvement in
a company called Simply Milena.

I looked like a bloody idiot.

I'm sorry.

I've been your best friend
for 15 years.

I tell you everything
that's going on in my life.

I just don't get it.
We're all here for you.

We have been from day one.
We'd do anything for you.

I know.

I know you're upset.
I know how hard this is for you.

But what you've been doing
is insane.

And where has it got you?
Nowhere!

Greg's still dead.

And now someone else,
this woman's dead.

You didn't have anything to do

with this woman dying,
did you, Ellie?

I don't know.
I mean...

I don't know if what I did
made someone...

I don't know. I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

I'm so very tired.

I don't care if you're tired.

You've got to drop this
right now. Do you hear me?

You'll drive yourself mad,
and all the rest of us too.

Look what you're doing
to yourself.

- You're falling apart.
- All right, Joe!

We miss Greg.

But we miss you even more.
The old Ellie.

We want her back.

I don't know who she is anymore.

Oh, yes, you do.
You do!

I've spoken to the school.

You're going back to school
on Monday.

You need to start living
a normal life. Routine.

It's the only thing that can
move you forward now.

We've had enough of this.
Okay?

You've got to
pull yourself together.

Okay.

Good girl.

You're not giving up on me,
are you?

You are.

Aren't you?

So "G" can have two sounds.

It can be
a soft sound -- "juh" --

for "giant" or "gymnastics.

"Juh-juh-juh-juh-juh."
Can you say that?

"Juh-juh-juh-juh-juh."

And it can also have
a harder sound -- "guh."

For "going."
"Guh-guh-guh-guh-guh."

"Guh."
"Going, going..."

"...gone."

Life's pretty simple
when you're five, isn't it?

Mum, dad, house, cat.

My mum's dead, my dad's dead,

my husband is dead,
and now my cat's missing.

Don't think my picture
would fit on that wall, somehow.

I don't know.

Schools are very inclusive
these days.

I've been, uh, looking into
your husband's death.

You have?

Oh, thank you.
That's...

Thank you.

Did you have an argument with
him on the day of his death?

No.

We have records of a text
he sent to you that day. Um...

"Sorry, sorry, sorry,
sorry, sorry.

I'm a stupid fool."

Fergus Connor,
a computer programmer,

he was at your husband's
accountancy firm that day.

You've spoken to Fergus?

Yeah, he was ironing out
some problems

with the software
on your husband's computer.

He confirmed that he heard
the argument.

And how does he know
Greg was speaking to me?

Your husband told him as much.

They were good friends,
were they not?

Fergus is wrong.

We didn't argue.

He'd promised
he'd come home early

'cause I was cooking
a special meal,

and, um, then he called to say
that he was gonna be late.

Something's come up, and
I've got to deal with it today.

I shouted at him.

Oh, no, Greg,
please don't say that.

You promised.

And you told him
not to bother coming home.

Mrs. Manning, did you tell him
not to bother coming home?

Yes, but I didn't mean it
like that.

I mean, don't you think
I've tortured myself about that?

I should have said,
"Come home immediately."

I should have said,
"You come home now."

But...

We -- We didn't argue. I-I can't
believe Fergus would say that.

So, what time did you
finish school that day,

the day your husband died?

3:15.
Same as always.

And then I got home
4:30, 5:00.

And your husband died
at approximately 7:35 p.m.

What were you doing
at that time?

Um, like I said,
I was cooking a meal.

Well, can anyone verify that?

And did you speak to anyone
during that time?

No.

So you've never been
to Portend Way,

the scene of the crash?

No.

Actually, yeah.

I went there
the day before Greg's funeral.

I wanted to see where he'd died.

Actually I wanted to see
the last place he was alive.

- Did you go on your own?
- Yeah.

And what time of day was that?

3:00, 4:00 in the morning.

So you went out on your own
in the middle of the night

to Portend Way?

Yeah, it was the night
before my husband was cremated.

- I wasn't thinking straight.
- Mm.

Oh, my God.

You think I had something to do
with my husband's death?

Then there's Mrs. Shaw's death.

We found prints on the handle
to the bathroom

where Mrs. Shaw's body
was found.

And there were people
in and out all af-- afternoon.

I-I wasn't even there
in the afternoon.

The only prints
on that handle are yours.

I didn't kill Frances.

What if your husband was
sleeping with Mrs. Shaw too?

This is ridiculous.

Why would I ask you
to reopen the inquiry

if I'd -- if I'd --
if I'd killed them?

Well, that would depend
on your mental state.

Sorry, I couldn't face the tram.

I think he's trying
to intimidate you.

This is out-and-out bullying.

- I'll contact my lawyer.
- No.

I mean, of course
you're gonna want to visit

the place your husband died.

It's completely natural.

What the hell are the police
playing at?

I don't blame him.
Maybe I deserved it.

You and Gwen were right.
I...

I don't know who I am
without Greg.

I'm sorry.

It's just so unfair.

Greg was such a...

...such a prince.

I'm sorry.

Just hits you sometimes,
doesn't it?

It's all right.

Come on.
Get you home.

She smells so new.

Your Uncle Greg
would have loved you.

So can we have a message
for Ruby

from her godmother?

Never regret
loving someone, Ruby.

Even if it ends badly.

Loving someone
with all your heart

can only be a good thing.

There we go.

You okay, love?

Barnaby hasn't come home
for five days.

Oh, cats are like that.
He'll show up.

We could put posters up
if you're worried.

I think the police
are gonna arrest me.

For what?

Murder.

What are you talking about?

Why don't you tell her, Fergus?

He told the police that
me and Greg were arguing

the day he died.

What?

You've turned me into a suspect.

Fergus!

No.

No, I-I told them that
I heard Greg arguing.

I assumed it was with you.

I've got to tell them the truth.

You didn't even tell me
that you saw him that day.

- I'm sure I did.
- No, you didn't.

Well, I...

Look, I popped in for --
to sort his computer

for about half an hour,
and then...

Fergus, you should have told us.

Don't you think
I'd have wanted to know

everything about that day?

His mood?
The last thing he said?

You were the last person
to see him alive.

Look, there is absolutely
nothing sinister about this.

It was just a normal day.

I mean, I was at work!
And so was he.

He told me that he'd -- he'd
given up drinking bottled water

and was only drinking water
from the tap,

and we had a bit of a laugh

'cause I tasted it --
It tasted like shit.

I fixed his computer,
I heard him arg-- talk to you,

and then we arranged to go
running the next morning.

That was it.

Honestly, Ellie, look,
I'm not trying to shaft you.

I'm not exactly on top of things
at the moment.

I've become a dad at the same
time as me best friend has died.

I mean, me head's
all over the place.

She's almost asleep, Fergus.

I'm gonna -- gonna try
and put her down.

All right, well, yeah.
Come on. I'll help you.

I don't know
who to trust anymore.

You can trust me.

Ellie.
Ellie, look at me.

You know, if I was found dead,

it would look like I'd
killed myself, wouldn't it?

No, don't -- don't talk
like this.

It would, though, wouldn't it?

The police would think
I was guilty,

and they'd be able to close
all three cases

at the same time.

You just remember
that I said that.

If anything happens to me,
you remember that I said that.

Aah!

I never wished anyone dead
my whole life.

- What do you want?
- I want my wife back.

I've made a lot of money
in my life.

But none of it was anything
compared to her.

I didn't care about
the kids thing.

I only wanted her to be happy.

Why did you sleep
with Milena, then?

I slept with Milena because
Frances didn't love me anymore.

Because my Frances
stopped loving me.

I slept with Milena because life
is disappointing

and nothing ever ends up
the way you plan it,

however hard you try.

And you know, Milena,
she didn't give a shit about me.

She was doing it
to get back at Frances.

And now Frances is dead.

- They're both dead.
- I'm sorry.

I liked Frances very much.

You're sorry?
You stupid little bitch.

My instincts were right
about you.

I should have thrown you
out of that office

the minute I saw you.

Six hours they questioned me.

The police.

Because of you
and your pointing finger.

Six hours when I should have
been with my poor dead wife

asking her for forgiveness.

I don't know who your
husband was, but I pity him,

poor bugger,
being married to you.

I want you to go now.

I didn't kill my wife.
Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

You have to go now,
or I'll call the police.

Call them.

The police are my friends.

Call Ramsay.

He released me without charge.

The night my wife died, you see,

I went to the dogs.

I was at the greyhound track,

and there's CCTV footage
to prove it.

I went to the fucking dogs.

So the only person that leaves
is you.

And they're coming for you.

Believe me.

They're coming for you.

Barnaby!

Barnaby!

We've, uh...

...got a search warrant.

What are you doing with that?

Please don't take that.
I need that.

It's just procedure.

It's a child's toy.

What do you think I did,
clubbed him to death

with a rocking horse?

We, um, spoke to
Mrs. Marian Styles,

your counselor.

How did you know
I was seeing her?

She said you described
having episodes

in which you still saw
your dead husband.

Is that true?

That is
supposed to be confidential.

Do you still "see"
your dead husband?

And you said to Mrs. Styles
that your dead husband

was urging you to put yourself
in dangerous situations,

to act on his behalf, even.

She was very struck by that.

You see how hard it is for me
right now?

Talk to me.

Ellie.

They killed you.

And I think they killed my cat.

I'm going to prison.

I don't think I killed you,
but maybe I've forgotten.

Ellie.

I'm doing the recycling

like you -- you told me to.

I want to die.

I want to be with you.

Come with me.

Shh.

You just need to sleep.

Yeah?

Be better after some sleep.

No, please, please.
I-I have something for you.

"Dear Mr. Manning,

You don't know me,
but I need to talk to you

as a matter of urgency
about some irregularities

in the account
of Mrs. Marjorie Sutton.

Yours,
Milena Livingstone."

You're not the only one
to play detective.

It was among
her e-mails at home.

The only place
I found your husband, in fact.

And I looked, believe me.

Milena sent it to Greg
at 7:15 in the morning

on the day they both died.

That's why they met.

Why would you do this for me?

David told me you were under
a lot of pressure.

Actually, you've always
struck me as a good person.

Besides, I owe it to my wife.

Thank you.

- How you doing?
- I'm doing much better, thanks.

Um, I'm -- I'm writing
thank-you cards

to everyone
who came to the funeral.

Can you give me
Marjorie Sutton's address?

Sure.

Well, I'm actually
pretty busy, Ellie.

Please.

I thought you'd given me up
for Lent.

Well, I tried my best
to get some new friends, but...

No, I bet none of them would
hold your hair out your face

while you were sick
down the toilet

from too many rum and Cokes.

Lightweights.

I'm going away for a few days.

- I think I need to.
- Oh, that's a great idea.

Do you want some company?

No.
I'm gonna go see my cousin.

Good idea.

Yeah, well, I'm --

I'm up to my eyes
at the moment anyway, so...

Can I borrow your car?

Knew there'd be a catch.

Thank you.

It's ridiculously big for me,
of course.

But I have help.

And the fact is I'm very
sentimentally attached to it.

It's the home I shared
with my husband.

You know, I feel him here still.

His energy.

I stand
on the landing sometimes,

and suddenly all the hairs
on my arm stand up.

I hear him, shouting up at me,

"I'm home, darling!"

I-Is that a mad thing to say?

No.

I know exactly what you mean.

I can't think
what this would mean.

I-I don't know this woman.
I've never heard of her.

Have you had any problems
with your accounts?

Well, no.

I mean, I have
various savings accounts.

I'm really not sure I should be
divulging all this information.

I should speak to my accountant.

But Greg was your accountant.

Well, Gregory used to
deal with me sometimes.

What, he wasn't
your principal accountant?

No.

My husband always dealt
with Mr. Lipton.

Joe?

I am so sorry.

Joe looked after you?

There's nothing wrong
with my accounts.

Nothing whatsoever.

No, I'm -- I'm sure there's not.

Mr. Lipton
is the senior partner.

He's been handling our affairs
for the past 15 years.

My husband chose him.

I trust him implicitly.

Besides, we're in the middle
of a recession.

Of course there's been
a fluctuation

in our stocks and shares.

Mr. Lipton told you that?

He said there was nothing
to worry about

and things would
right themselves eventually.

I-I get very tired, you know?

I'm on pills.

When's the last time
you talked to Mr. Lipton?

You have no right
to ask me these things.

I have angina, and I shouldn't
be upset like this.

I'm...

I'm going to have to ask you
to leave now.

I'm sorry, I-I really did not --
I didn't mean to worry you.

If there was anything wrong,
Mr. Lipton would have told me.

Joseph would have told me.

Go on, jab.
Go on, jab.

- Jab. Oh!
- Hit him!

Ow!
Don't you start as well.

Come here.
No, not the both of you!

Smash it!

Ellie, Ellie.

Help me.
I'm -- I'm on the ropes here.

Smash it!

Alison said
I could come through.

- Hi, Ellie.
- Hiya.

Yeah, of course.

I need to go
to the police again.

It's becoming a habit with you.

I was wondering
if you could come with me.

Okeydoke.
I'll get me coat.

Mummy will give you
your tea, boys.

I would have driven.

Is this Gwen's car?

Yeah.
Mine got totaled, remember?

You got to learn to laugh
about it, haven't you, Joe?

Yeah.

This isn't the way.

Bear with me.

Okay.

Okay, Ellie.

You know I'm your friend,

but I've got to be straight
with you now.

You've stopped making sense.

I had a client on the phone
half an hour ago --

a nice old lady
with a weak heart

saying you harassed her.

What's happened to you?

It's not right, sweetheart,

and I'm not the only one
who thinks it.

Gwen's talking about putting you
on antidepressant drugs,

and Fergus thinks you're crazy.

But not me.

I'm the one who's kept the faith
with you all this time.

Me.

I've been your strongest ally.
I've stood up for you.

Don't you realize how hard
that's been for me?

But you're pushing it now,
Ellie.

I'm under
a lot of pressure here,

and you're at me all the time,
driving me nuts.

I love you, sweetheart,

but I -- but I can't keep faith
with you any longer.

Do you understand?

Do I have to spell it out
for you?

Greg is dead.
It was an accident. It's over.

You got to try
and get ahold of this now.

It was just an accident.

Even if it were true,
no one's interested.

No one's listening to you.
They all think you're mad.

Even if what were true, Joe?

Portend Way.

Why have you brought me here?

Do you know this place, Joe?

What is this?
What -- What are you doing?

How does it make you feel
to be here?

You were like a brother to him.

It was always, "Joe this,
Joe that,

Joe makes me laugh,
Joe watches my back."

He loved you.

My life's over.

I should have died in that car
with Greg.

You can section me.

You can do what you want
'cause I don't care.

Got no fight left in me.

But I want the truth.

Did you love Milena?

There was a --

a wildness in her
that I recognized.

It was some restaurant opening
in town.

That's where we met.

It was like there was
no one else there,

just me and her.

You can spare me the love story.

Oh, it wasn't love.
I know that.

Milena lost her charm
very quickly.

So I ended it.

At least I tried to.
She was very hard to shake off.

So you took up with Frances.

Frances was --
was full of light.

She listened to me.

I felt calm when I was with her.

I felt loved.

She loved you too.

She told me that.

I could have loved her too,
I-in different circumstances.

If you didn't have a wife
and two children?

Alison can be very unforgiving.

Life is black and white to her.

But I love my kids.

I could never lose my kids.

I don't know.

I -- I really thought
I could make it work.

I thought I could hold all
the different balls in the air.

I was trying so hard.

But everything was falling apart

Ellie, I couldn't stop it.

Problem was I told her too much.

Milena.

I'd confided in her.

About the business,
about Alison.

She was gonna bring me down.

Don't you know we're the same,
you and me?

I stood to lose everything.

My kids, my home, my business.

I've told your colleague.

He knows what you've been doing.

And more than that,
I was gonna lose myself,

the person I'd become.

All the years of grafting,
of pulling myself up,

pretending it didn't matter
where I came from.

Alison and the kids.

Do you want me to get
to the kids as well?

You're a bastard, Joe!

All I had was my bare hands.

Her screaming face
and my bare hands.

Get off me!

Get off!

You don't frighten me!

The first hit felt so good,

knocking the words
out of her mouth.

What about Greg?

Did killing him feel good?

How can you say that?
I loved Greg. You know that.

I want to know how.

I want to know every detail --

the look on his face,
the last thing he said.

I want to know everything.

He didn't suffer.

How do you know?
How can you say that?

It was over in an instant.

He called.
He wanted to meet me.

What did he say?

He asked me who Milena was.

H-He asked about
Mrs. Sutton's account.

I've sorted it.
There's paperwork in the back.

Grab it for us, will you?

That was it, I'm afraid.
No sentimental last words.

Joe?

Did he struggle?

No. No.
My aim was good.

He was strong and fit.

He could have outrun you
in a heartbeat.

He didn't struggle.

He didn't run.

Because he didn't see it coming.

Did he know?

Hey, it's okay.

- Did he know what?
- That he was gonna die?

And it was all over for him
and for me

and our hopes of a future
and children

and our life together?

Was he scared?

Did he beg you to stop?
Did he?

Tell me!
Did he know?

Did he even have an instant
of knowing?

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay.
W-We can sort this out.

Joe.

I-I'm sorry, mate.

He had no idea.

His back was turned to me.
I promise you.

Don't you touch me!
Don't you touch me!

I didn't want to kill him.

You didn't want to get caught.

Don't pretend you cared.
You didn't...

You didn't care all this time.
You've been pretending.

And what about that e-mail?

When did you delete that?

Was that before or was it after

you offered to call his parents

to tell them
that their son was dead?

Leave it, Ellie.

And what about the menu card?

That drove me mad.
What did you do?

Did you plant that there,

and was I just too stupid
not to find it?

And Frances.

She didn't need to die.

If you hadn't pushed it,
she'd still be alive.

Three murders, just like that.

And it's me next, isn't it?

No, I understand.

But I'm not scared.

And I wouldn't give you
the satisfaction.

Ellie.

Oh, my God.

Ellie?

Ellie.

Ellie?

It's okay, love. It's okay.
You're in hospital.

There was a car crash.

But you're okay.

Joe?

Now, go on, you need to rest.

Close your eyes.

Good girl.
Close your eyes.

It must be hard for you
as a teacher, eh?

Having to learn everything
all over again.

Well, you know me, Inspector.

I'm a very determined person.

Tell me something I didn't know.

Thank you.

Have you managed to piece it
all together yet?

Now, if I was your teacher
and you were me,

would you put up
with that sort of cheek?

Now, we've spoken to
Hugo Livingstone

and Mrs. Sutton.

You won't be surprised to hear
she's not the only client

of Lipton and Co. with financial
worries at the moment.

Administrators are sorting
through the mess.

And rest assured the files
on all three murders

have been well and truly opened.

All we need from you now
is a statement about the crash

in which Mr. Lipton died.

- Right, well --
- Ah-ah-ah.

It will go
something like this --

You had your suspicions
of Mr. Lipton,

there was some sort
of struggle at the wheel.

He may even have reached
his foot over,

slammed it on the accelerator,
and you crashed.

Accidentally.

I really don't have time for
another murder inquiry, you see?

The thing is inspector,
the, um, "accident,"

I don't remember any of it.

That'll do.

Well, go on.
Keep going.

No slacking, Mrs. Manning.

Those poor little children
are depending on you.

Right.
One, two, three...

Hiya.
Sorry we're not in.

Leave a message
for Ellie or Greg,

and we'll call you back
as soon as we can.

Hiya.
Sorry we're not in.

Leave a message
for Ellie or Greg,

and we'll call you back
as soon as we can.

Hiya.
Sorry we're not in.

Leave a message
for Ellie or Greg,

and we'll call you back
as soon as we can.

I'll always love you, Greg.

Your greeting has been deleted.

You're back.

You dirty stop-out cat.

Shall we get you some dinner?

Here.

You sure?

Do you want to say something?

I don't have to say anything.

He knows.

"Big Nutbrown Hare
settled Little Nutbrown Hare

into his bed of leaves.

He leaned over
and kissed him good night.

Then he lay down close by
and he whispered with a smile,

'I love you
right up to the moon...

...and back.'"