Truelove (2024) s01e05 Episode Script
Episode 5
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-(gentle music playing)
-(indistinct chatter)
(sighs)
-I'll go first.
-Mm-hmm.
Give it a few minutes.
I just think separate's better.
Sure.
-(Nigel) Hi, David.
-(David) Hi.
-(Kate) Hi, David.
-(David) Hi.
(Stephen) Can you feel that?
-She's close to us now.
-(music concludes)
Let's take a minute
to commune with Marion.
David and Marion have chosen
a hornbeam sapling,
a glorious native species,
to be planted above her.
This young tree will draw
its energy
from Marion's energy,
as she reintegrates
with the universe.
A small warning.
It was Marion's wish
that she be interred vertically.
It's the most ecological way.
So, as we lower her,
there may be some slight movement
from within the casket.
Just gravity. It's
nothing to be alarmed about.
(inhales deeply) Let's now
take a minute with our thoughts.
(sombre music playing)
(music concludes)
(indistinct chatter)
Hello.
Thank you so much for coming.
Very nice to see you.
Uh, do have a drink,
and there'll be some food
coming around later.
Hi, Ken, thanks for coming.
Yeah.
-David.
-(David) Jean.
Cheers, thanks.
-A white wine and
-Half a beer
-After you.
-No, please. He was first.
A white wine and a brandy, please.
-(bartender) Large or small?
-Large.
-Nigel.
-There's nothing to say, Ken.
Thank you.
-(Phil) Of course.
-Howie, nice to see you.
-Thanks for coming.
-(Nigel) How are you?
I'm okay.
A bit better than that, I suspect.
-Is that whisky?
-In fact, brandy.
Just the steadier.
-It's not like you.
-Well, people change, Phil.
-Isn't that what we've learned?
-(sighs)
I could have had a thing.
Did you know that?
Since we're all being honest now.
Jenny, in the Weston branch.
The millennium.
She was in love with me.
-Nigel.
-I'm I'm fine.
Another one of these,
I'll be even better.
(exhales)
Oh.
Er sorry, er,
I'm looking for the men's room.
Oh. (scoffs) Were you?
We were trying to hide.
Er
Kate, erm
Er, Ken Holding.
-Kate, I'm I'm really sorry.
-Oh, well. (chuckles nervously)
I'm glad someone is.
Mum certainly isn't.
-(exhales heavily)
-Do you, erm
Do you know what's really annoying?
It's my generation are supposed
to be the fuckups, not
You're supposed to be the
strong, silent types,
not a bunch of (laughs)
fucking emotional incontinence.
-Sorry. (inhales deeply)
-Yeah.
Sorry.
Not I'm not angry with you.
-Erm, I should be going.
-Yeah, go on.
-(Ken) Yeah
-It's nice to, erm, meet you.
-Yes, yes, and you, Kate.
-Yes.
(man) That was a beautiful service.
(indistinct chatter)
Ken!
(Ken) Excuse me.
(exhales heavily)
Are you okay, Nigel?
(squeaks)
No, Ken. I'm not okay.
How can I be okay with you
lurking around here?
Lurking
in the back of her mind
where you've always been.
Look, let's just calm down
and get a cup of coffee.
-(grunts)
-(crowd gasps)
Just bloody put them up.
Put 'em up?
(grunts)
-Come on, come on.
(Nigel groans)
Nigel, what the hell are you doing?
-(grunts)
-(Phil) Hey. Hey.
-Hey, hey, hey.
-(Ken) Come on.
-Come on, it's okay.
-It's not okay!
-Come on, it's okay.
-(Phil) Nigel.
-(Nigel) Let go of me! (sobs)
-It's okay.
-It's not okay.
-(Ken) It's okay.
-It's not okay. (sobs)
-(Phil) Oh, Christ.
It's okay. It's okay.
-You're okay.
-Hey, hey, hey. Come here.
(sombre music playing)
I never imagined being alone
in my seventies.
-Well, only if you'd died.
-Right.
What am I supposed to do, Phil?
Please.
Just come home.
-(inhales deeply)
-(gentle music playing)
-I'll call you.
-(car door opens)
I'm sorry.
-(Kate) It's okay, Dad.
-(car door opens)
-(engine revs)
-What's up with Grandpa?
Granny.
(music concludes)
-Hi.
-Hi.
Should I be switching
to one of those?
-Oh, no. (chuckles)
-(chuckles)
Were you a friend of Marion's?
Yes. Hmm.
-Phil.
-Sunita.
I was her doctor, her GP.
-Good of you to come.
-Friends, too.
We, erm, well, my husband and I,
we took over David's practice
after he retired.
-Oh.
-So, Marion was
she was lovely.
(sniffles) Sorry.
-(inhales deeply) Sorry.
-No, that's okay.
(exhales, sniffles)
-Can I have a real one?
-(chuckles)
-Of course.
-(exhales) Thank you.
-Don't tell any of my patients.
-(chuckles softly)
(exhales)
-(exhales) It's just so awful.
-(Phil) I know.
But she would only have got worse.
I missed it.
And I can't believe I missed it.
-Missed what?
-The dementia.
-(gentle music playing)
-I had no idea.
I wish David had brought her in
to see us.
I mean, suicide, it's just
(sniffles)
(exhales heavily)
-(indistinct chatter)
-Of course, yes.
She really wasn't herself
by the end.
It's a terrible shock.
The last few years have been
very, very difficult.
She was very distressed.
It's a terrible condition.
-(Phil) Sorry to interrupt.
-Will you excuse me?
(inhales, exhales deeply)
Have you come to save me?
I've had the same conversation
100 times.
-I was talking to Marion's GP.
-Oh, yes? Nice girl.
Yeah, she, er, she said
something quite odd, David.
Really? What?
She said she didn't know
about Marion's dementia.
-Why should she?
-Wh
We saw her for the odd flu jab,
but she wasn't our doctor, doctor.
-She's a bit useless.
-(Phil) I just
-She worried me.
-Oh. (chuckles) She's very nice.
But she's not the sharpest.
But David,
you did get a second opinion?
-Yes, of course. Just not from her.
-(Phil) From who, then?
(stutters) What is this?
Sorry. Sorry.
-(rain pattering)
-(thunder rumbling)
(snores)
(breathes deeply)
(sombre music playing)
(music concludes)
(pants)
Phil? Hi.
I, er, went to your house
but was told I might find you here.
This really isn't a good moment,
Ayesha.
-I listened to the song.
-What?
You're right. It was great.
-But I also went to the pub
-(tense music playing)
where you all stayed
after Dennis's funeral.
The True Lovers' Knot.
And I have CCTV footage
from the boatyard
where Tom Richards kept his boat.
It shows two older people
taking out a rib
on the day he died.
Right.
I've had just
about enough of this.
How dare you talk about Dennis,
about Tom, my friends?
How dare you turn up uninvited
and harass people
when they're trying to grieve?
True love, Phil.
I know what true love means.
Oh, please.
Where were you at 11:00 p.m.
on the night
of Marion Crownshaw's death?
Do you have a warrant
for my arrest?
-(breathes heavily)
-Then what is this?
You're a child.
(Ayesha)
You can't just walk away from this!
-(sighs)
-(music concludes)
(Ken) Thank you for meeting me.
(Samuel) Well, Terri wants Dahlia
to have a granddad.
-How's she sleeping?
-Yeah, pretty good.
She can go four,
sometimes five hours now.
-Hmm.
-And we take turns getting up.
Your mother did all that.
That was a different time.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
-You remember me when I was a kid?
-Of course.
You were cute. Loud.
But cute. Yeah.
Do you remember me?
A bit. Your smell.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
-Old Spice and beer.
-(chuckles softly)
Yeah.
-And that's all?
-Yeah, that's about all, Dad.
-You left when I was five.
-Okay, all right.
You know, actually (scoffs)
I saw you get in a fight once.
-Er
-You remember that?
-Yeah, look, I was
-Oh, yeah, we were
we were in a car park
and this guy
parked in front of us.
He blocked us in. He wouldn't move.
And you just lost it.
I was terrified.
You know, sometimes I worry
that I'm like you.
-'Cause I do get angry.
-Oh, son,
you are nothing like me.
I was all messed up back then,
you know.
My job was
Yeah, is this where
you blame the army?
Look, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have asked to meet you.
Come on, Marty. Come on.
Hey!
You know if you always just leave,
you never get to the bit
where someone forgives you,
or tries to, at least.
Apparently that bit
can be quite nice.
(gentle music playing)
(sighs)
Leach.
L-E-A-C-H.
Deputy Chief Constable Leach.
-Retired.
-(indistinct chatter)
(Stone) Ma'am?
(scoffs) To what do we owe
the pleasure?
Hello, Michael.
How are you keeping?
Can't complain.
-Still in uniform?
-Yep.
Good for you.
Er, is she allowed through, Sarge?
Absolutely. Buzz her in.
Lady Leach doesn't like
to be kept waiting.
(door buzzes, opens)
(gentle music playing)
Ma'am, DCC Leach here to see you.
(Ruth) Thanks for taking Phil?
-(music concludes)
-You have a young PC here,
Ayesha Kareem.
Gonna be an excellent officer.
(inhales deeply)
Bright, hardworking.
-Definitely one to encourage.
-I agree.
But?
She reached out to me,
unofficially, for some mentoring.
Oh, that's good of you.
Can't see you doing any harm.
Well, she's got an idea
in her head,
and she's taken to hanging around
some of my friends.
(inhales deeply)
Turning up unannounced.
In uniform.
So what is this idea
that PC Kareem's got?
(scoffs) Look,
it's silly beyond words.
Our friends are passing on
and she seems to be seeing
some kind of pattern,
apart from us being old and ill.
I'd brush it aside, it's nonsense,
but it's getting
a tiny bit obsessive.
(inhales deeply) I felt I ought
to tell you, informally,
that she's crossed a line.
And she has form, I believe.
-Well, that's something that
-I'm not going to make a complaint.
God knows you've all got enough
on your plates.
-Hmm.
-(Phil) But perhaps
a gentle word.
-(mysterious music playing)
-(sighs)
-Constable.
-Ma'am.
(Stone) In here.
Now!
-(music concludes)
-It's not just mentoring.
I'm looking into something.
-(indistinct chatter)
-Have you opened a file?
No, but I'm going to today.
I've got enough now.
Let's have it, then.
Wha What, now?
Mm. You have the floor.
-(Ayesha) Can I close the door?
-No.
(breathing shakily) Okay. Erm
I think it started
at the funeral of a man
called Dennis Wilkins.
This was last year.
I think they all made
-a promise to each other.
-Who's they?
A group of old friends
in their seventies.
They all went to the same school,
grew up together.
And what is it they were meant
to be doing?
They're killing each other, ma'am.
(stutters) Or, really,
helping each other to die.
-Assisted suicide?
-Yes. Yeah.
Right. So, you're saying, and
(exhales heavily)
let me just make sure
I have got this right.
You're saying that retired
Deputy Chief Constable Leach,
one of the most decorated officers
that this station has ever seen,
and by the way, a trailblazer
for women in the force,
is a serial killer?
Put it like that, it sounds bad.
(sniffles, exhales)
(sombre music playing)
(sighs)
Never forget this feeling.
Next time you have
a wacky racist notion,
just channel this moment.
And that's it?
You're not even going
to look into it?
Er, just be grateful
there's no disciplinary.
I'm right, Sarge. I know I'm right.
(Stone) Well,
you said you were right
before the last disaster.
David Crownshaw
was not upset enough
about his wife's death.
You spoke to him! You saw it.
There aren't rules
for how someone should grieve.
And you, of all people,
should know that.
(exhales) With all respect, sir,
that has nothing to do with this.
The man was in shock.
You saw what Marion was like,
the state she was in!
And we went through that
at the time, PC Kareem.
They've killed people, Sarge.
They have, and I can prove it.
(clicks tongue)
You need to take some time off.
-No, Sarge, I'm not
-It's not a suggestion.
(exhales)
Fine.
(sniffles)
(mysterious music playing)
(Phil) Desmond?
Ma'am. DCC Leach.
(music concludes)
(Phil)
How are the dead treating you?
-Are they behaving?
-Oh, they don't change.
Well, actually, they do.
They've been getting fatter.
-I need bigger and bigger scalpels.
-Oh, Christ. (chuckles)
No, it's true.
(inhales deeply)
So, what can I do for you, Phil?
(clicks tongue)
It's a bit delicate.
One of your recent clients
was a dear old friend.
-Marion Crownshaw, Burnham on Sea.
-Suicide.
We buried her yesterday.
(Desmond)
Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you. (inhales deeply)
Some of the family are concerned
about their genetic inheritance.
Marion didn't talk
about her illnesses,
was very private about all that.
(inhales deeply) In particular,
there's a worry about dementia,
which apparently runs
in the family.
I just wondered how serious
or advanced it was in Marion,
if you could tell that from the PM?
No, I don't remember that.
I didn't really dig around
up there.
I wasn't looking for that.
Have I missed something?
No, no, I'm sure not.
It's just they're worried
and I said I could find out.
(inhales deeply) Well,
I've got the toxicology.
That would tell us if she was
taking anything for that condition.
-Oh, that's an idea.
-(Desmond) Right
Antidepressants.
Er, painkillers, statins
and then the stuff
that actually did the job.
-And for dementia?
-There's nothing.
-You're sure?
-There's nothing here.
You can reassure the family.
But she was convinced she had it.
Well, so would I be
if I was on that many meds.
-(tense music playing)
-It's quite the combo.
Some of these don't really
get prescribed anymore.
(ominous music playing)
(exhales heavily)
(mysterious music playing)
(exhales heavily)
-(music concludes)
-(David) Ah, Phil. (chuckles)
The royal wedding.
29th of July 1981.
His Royal Highness Prince Charles
and Lady Diana Spencer.
(chuckles)
All that hope.
And what remains?
Knick-knacks and tat.
-(object clinks)
-Where are you gonna go?
Er
Thomas Cottage, to start.
A relief to escape this place,
if I'm perfectly honest.
But ultimately, Spain, I think.
Andalucia.
Final chapter.
David, I need to talk to you.
Yeah, of course. Let's go in.
I'll put the kettle on.
Here's fine.
(breathes deeply)
You and Marion got married
in September, didn't you?
Yes. Why?
I was pregnant with Kate,
but only just.
Nigel and I hadn't told anyone yet.
Right.
Why did the Post-it Note say
the 2nd of October?
What?
The pin number for the bank.
Your wedding anniversary.
Why did you give Marion
the wrong date?
-Did Marion have dementia, David?
-Oh, Phil.
(Phil) Because she wasn't taking
any medication for it.
She was, Phil.
Look, I know Sunita
has made you worry.
-I spoke to the pathologist, David.
-(intense music playing)
She wasn't on anything
for dementia
because she didn't have dementia.
Did she need all those drugs
she was taking, David?
Because it was quite the cocktail,
wasn't it?
(exhales)
Did you plan it?
Did you confuse her on purpose?
But I didn't kill her
did I?
No, in fact,
I was a hundred miles away
while you and Ken were doing that.
So, if you
mention this theory
of yours to anyone,
I'll happily go to the police
and tell them everything
about Marion,
about Tom, and we'll all go down.
You, me
and dear old Ken.
So, I'm sorry, Phil.
You'll have to excuse me.
I've got an awful lot of stuff
to sort out.
(music concludes)
MUSIC: "It's All Over Now,
Baby Blue" by Them.
# You must leave now
Take what you need #
(exhales heavily)
# You think will last
# But whatever you wish to keep
You better grab it fast #
(breathes heavily)
# Look out, baby
The saints are comin' through #
(car honks)
# And it's all over now, baby blue
# Hey, hey, yeah
# It's all over, it's all over now
Baby blue #
(music concludes)
(pants)
Er, how is she?
Stable. Conscious.
-Can we see her?
-Not yet.
Do you know what happened?
No other vehicles involved,
apparently.
Do you know
what she was doing there?
-I don't know.
-She didn't say anything to you?
No.
(doctor) Philippa Leach,
next of kin.
Yeah, that's us.
Has she been taking any medication?
(Kate) Erm, no, no.
(breathes deeply)
Here she is.
Oh, you look good, doesn't she?
She looks well.
Don't worry about the car.
It's, er It's gonna be fine.
Superficial damage only.
Why are you speaking so loud?
I'm right here.
-What did the doctors say?
-Nothing.
(inhales deeply) Doing tests.
They've given me a pill.
-Actually, rather nice.
-You're gonna be right as rain.
You just need
to look after yourself.
You've been burning the candle
at both ends.
That's one way of putting it.
-(scoffs)
-Is there anything you need?
-Yeah, a cigarette, please.
-Slippers.
Everyone in hospital
needs slippers.
He's here, isn't he?
Ken.
I need to see him, please.
Alone.
Sorry, love.
-Dad.
-Give me a minute, Kate, please.
(gentle music playing)
(Nigel) Look
we can get over this,
this silliness.
I know we can.
I mean, what is this
if not a wakeup call, eh?
Nigel.
(sighs)
I'm not coming home.
-(music concludes)
-(mysterious music playing)
-(music concludes)
-(monitor beeps)
(exhales)
Hmm.
-How are you feeling?
-(Phil) Magnificent.
-Bordering on regal.
-(chuckles)
-(Ken) What did they say?
-Nothing.
-Tests.
-(Ken) Mm-hmm.
What were you doing down there?
Hmm?
Got me worried.
-I need to talk to you.
-(Ken) All right.
Not here.
Can you drive one of those?
(mysterious music playing)
I can't believe I'm enabling this.
-(breathes deeply)
-(exhales)
Well?
(exhales)
What did the doctor say?
-It's not that.
-(Ken) What?
I went to see David.
I was on my way back from David
when I had the accident.
Oh
Okay. How was he?
I also spoke to Marion's GP,
and the pathologist
who looked after her.
Why would you do that?
Marion
wasn't ill
like we thought she was.
What?
What are you saying?
-She wasn't.
-(ominous music playing)
She didn't have it.
Dementia.
She may have had other things.
She probably did.
But not that.
He persuaded her,
persuaded us that she had it.
No. (breathes heavily)
She was ill.
She was she was desperate, Phil!
We saw her. We were with her.
She was in agony.
-No!
-He lied
about their wedding date, Ken.
He made up the details
on the Post-it.
He was tricking her.
He had her on God knows
how many drugs
for I don't know how long.
He wanted to get rid of her.
-(gasps)
-(Phil) He used us.
It's my fault.
I'm gonna make it right.
-I'm gonna call the police.
-You can't make this right!
She's dead! (exhales heavily)
(breathing heavily)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Hello?
You know what true love is, David?
Ken, look
I don't know what nonsense
Phil has been telling you, but
(Ken) It's something we do
for our friends.
-(loud knocking on door)
-(breathes heavily)
Who is it?
(Stone) Mr. Crownshaw?
-It's Sergeant Stone.
-(sighs)
-(Stone) We met the other week.
-(sighs)
(music concludes)
-I'm sorry to bother you.
-(David) What do you want?
-Why aren't you in uniform?
-(Stone) I'm off to footy.
I was just passing.
I had a couple of things
to ask you, if that's okay?
(sighs) More questions?
About Marion?
Are you, er
are you going somewhere?
No, no.
I just I might go and stay
at my brother-in-law's place
for a few days.
Not far. Just, you know,
to get away from here.
I understand.
What do you want?
(Stone) Can I just pop in
for five minutes?
We're kicking off in half an hour.
-(sighs) All right, come inside.
-(Stone) Ta.
-I'm sorry for your loss.
-(David) Thank you.
She's a lovely lady.
What?
Er, it was me that gave her
the trackies at the station.
Oh, yes, of course.
-Thank you.
-No bother.
Look, I'm sorry, but
what what's this all about?
(Stone) It's just something
that's been bothering us.
That's all. Just playing
on me mind. (inhales deeply)
Seeing her that day,
she seemed so helpless.
I just
Well, I didn't want
to miss anything
because I'd feel dreadful.
-What do you mean?
-(Stone) Well
was she capable of it?
What are you talking about?
I mean (exhales heavily)
I know what
what's happened is tragic. I know,
but I I I mean (scoffs)
-I just, I can't ever
-Where did you say
you were going again?
Well, only down the
the coast. Why?
(Stone) You needing
a passport for that?
-(tense music playing)
-(David breathes shakily)
I also wanted to ask you
about Dennis Wilkins' funeral.
About The True Lovers' Knot.
About what was discussed there
by you and your friends.
-Er (sighs)
-(music concludes)
Look, look, I understand.
An illness like dementia is
it's devastating.
But I think we need to talk
about this officially.
Don't you?
Might that be a good idea?
Why don't you come back
to the station with me, yeah?
Hmm? We can sort this out.
-(grunts, breathes heavily)
-(intense music playing)
(metal thuds)
(music intensifies)
(music concludes)
(soft music playing)
(music fades out)
-(gentle music playing)
-(indistinct chatter)
(sighs)
-I'll go first.
-Mm-hmm.
Give it a few minutes.
I just think separate's better.
Sure.
-(Nigel) Hi, David.
-(David) Hi.
-(Kate) Hi, David.
-(David) Hi.
(Stephen) Can you feel that?
-She's close to us now.
-(music concludes)
Let's take a minute
to commune with Marion.
David and Marion have chosen
a hornbeam sapling,
a glorious native species,
to be planted above her.
This young tree will draw
its energy
from Marion's energy,
as she reintegrates
with the universe.
A small warning.
It was Marion's wish
that she be interred vertically.
It's the most ecological way.
So, as we lower her,
there may be some slight movement
from within the casket.
Just gravity. It's
nothing to be alarmed about.
(inhales deeply) Let's now
take a minute with our thoughts.
(sombre music playing)
(music concludes)
(indistinct chatter)
Hello.
Thank you so much for coming.
Very nice to see you.
Uh, do have a drink,
and there'll be some food
coming around later.
Hi, Ken, thanks for coming.
Yeah.
-David.
-(David) Jean.
Cheers, thanks.
-A white wine and
-Half a beer
-After you.
-No, please. He was first.
A white wine and a brandy, please.
-(bartender) Large or small?
-Large.
-Nigel.
-There's nothing to say, Ken.
Thank you.
-(Phil) Of course.
-Howie, nice to see you.
-Thanks for coming.
-(Nigel) How are you?
I'm okay.
A bit better than that, I suspect.
-Is that whisky?
-In fact, brandy.
Just the steadier.
-It's not like you.
-Well, people change, Phil.
-Isn't that what we've learned?
-(sighs)
I could have had a thing.
Did you know that?
Since we're all being honest now.
Jenny, in the Weston branch.
The millennium.
She was in love with me.
-Nigel.
-I'm I'm fine.
Another one of these,
I'll be even better.
(exhales)
Oh.
Er sorry, er,
I'm looking for the men's room.
Oh. (scoffs) Were you?
We were trying to hide.
Er
Kate, erm
Er, Ken Holding.
-Kate, I'm I'm really sorry.
-Oh, well. (chuckles nervously)
I'm glad someone is.
Mum certainly isn't.
-(exhales heavily)
-Do you, erm
Do you know what's really annoying?
It's my generation are supposed
to be the fuckups, not
You're supposed to be the
strong, silent types,
not a bunch of (laughs)
fucking emotional incontinence.
-Sorry. (inhales deeply)
-Yeah.
Sorry.
Not I'm not angry with you.
-Erm, I should be going.
-Yeah, go on.
-(Ken) Yeah
-It's nice to, erm, meet you.
-Yes, yes, and you, Kate.
-Yes.
(man) That was a beautiful service.
(indistinct chatter)
Ken!
(Ken) Excuse me.
(exhales heavily)
Are you okay, Nigel?
(squeaks)
No, Ken. I'm not okay.
How can I be okay with you
lurking around here?
Lurking
in the back of her mind
where you've always been.
Look, let's just calm down
and get a cup of coffee.
-(grunts)
-(crowd gasps)
Just bloody put them up.
Put 'em up?
(grunts)
-Come on, come on.
(Nigel groans)
Nigel, what the hell are you doing?
-(grunts)
-(Phil) Hey. Hey.
-Hey, hey, hey.
-(Ken) Come on.
-Come on, it's okay.
-It's not okay!
-Come on, it's okay.
-(Phil) Nigel.
-(Nigel) Let go of me! (sobs)
-It's okay.
-It's not okay.
-(Ken) It's okay.
-It's not okay. (sobs)
-(Phil) Oh, Christ.
It's okay. It's okay.
-You're okay.
-Hey, hey, hey. Come here.
(sombre music playing)
I never imagined being alone
in my seventies.
-Well, only if you'd died.
-Right.
What am I supposed to do, Phil?
Please.
Just come home.
-(inhales deeply)
-(gentle music playing)
-I'll call you.
-(car door opens)
I'm sorry.
-(Kate) It's okay, Dad.
-(car door opens)
-(engine revs)
-What's up with Grandpa?
Granny.
(music concludes)
-Hi.
-Hi.
Should I be switching
to one of those?
-Oh, no. (chuckles)
-(chuckles)
Were you a friend of Marion's?
Yes. Hmm.
-Phil.
-Sunita.
I was her doctor, her GP.
-Good of you to come.
-Friends, too.
We, erm, well, my husband and I,
we took over David's practice
after he retired.
-Oh.
-So, Marion was
she was lovely.
(sniffles) Sorry.
-(inhales deeply) Sorry.
-No, that's okay.
(exhales, sniffles)
-Can I have a real one?
-(chuckles)
-Of course.
-(exhales) Thank you.
-Don't tell any of my patients.
-(chuckles softly)
(exhales)
-(exhales) It's just so awful.
-(Phil) I know.
But she would only have got worse.
I missed it.
And I can't believe I missed it.
-Missed what?
-The dementia.
-(gentle music playing)
-I had no idea.
I wish David had brought her in
to see us.
I mean, suicide, it's just
(sniffles)
(exhales heavily)
-(indistinct chatter)
-Of course, yes.
She really wasn't herself
by the end.
It's a terrible shock.
The last few years have been
very, very difficult.
She was very distressed.
It's a terrible condition.
-(Phil) Sorry to interrupt.
-Will you excuse me?
(inhales, exhales deeply)
Have you come to save me?
I've had the same conversation
100 times.
-I was talking to Marion's GP.
-Oh, yes? Nice girl.
Yeah, she, er, she said
something quite odd, David.
Really? What?
She said she didn't know
about Marion's dementia.
-Why should she?
-Wh
We saw her for the odd flu jab,
but she wasn't our doctor, doctor.
-She's a bit useless.
-(Phil) I just
-She worried me.
-Oh. (chuckles) She's very nice.
But she's not the sharpest.
But David,
you did get a second opinion?
-Yes, of course. Just not from her.
-(Phil) From who, then?
(stutters) What is this?
Sorry. Sorry.
-(rain pattering)
-(thunder rumbling)
(snores)
(breathes deeply)
(sombre music playing)
(music concludes)
(pants)
Phil? Hi.
I, er, went to your house
but was told I might find you here.
This really isn't a good moment,
Ayesha.
-I listened to the song.
-What?
You're right. It was great.
-But I also went to the pub
-(tense music playing)
where you all stayed
after Dennis's funeral.
The True Lovers' Knot.
And I have CCTV footage
from the boatyard
where Tom Richards kept his boat.
It shows two older people
taking out a rib
on the day he died.
Right.
I've had just
about enough of this.
How dare you talk about Dennis,
about Tom, my friends?
How dare you turn up uninvited
and harass people
when they're trying to grieve?
True love, Phil.
I know what true love means.
Oh, please.
Where were you at 11:00 p.m.
on the night
of Marion Crownshaw's death?
Do you have a warrant
for my arrest?
-(breathes heavily)
-Then what is this?
You're a child.
(Ayesha)
You can't just walk away from this!
-(sighs)
-(music concludes)
(Ken) Thank you for meeting me.
(Samuel) Well, Terri wants Dahlia
to have a granddad.
-How's she sleeping?
-Yeah, pretty good.
She can go four,
sometimes five hours now.
-Hmm.
-And we take turns getting up.
Your mother did all that.
That was a different time.
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
-You remember me when I was a kid?
-Of course.
You were cute. Loud.
But cute. Yeah.
Do you remember me?
A bit. Your smell.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
-Old Spice and beer.
-(chuckles softly)
Yeah.
-And that's all?
-Yeah, that's about all, Dad.
-You left when I was five.
-Okay, all right.
You know, actually (scoffs)
I saw you get in a fight once.
-Er
-You remember that?
-Yeah, look, I was
-Oh, yeah, we were
we were in a car park
and this guy
parked in front of us.
He blocked us in. He wouldn't move.
And you just lost it.
I was terrified.
You know, sometimes I worry
that I'm like you.
-'Cause I do get angry.
-Oh, son,
you are nothing like me.
I was all messed up back then,
you know.
My job was
Yeah, is this where
you blame the army?
Look, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have asked to meet you.
Come on, Marty. Come on.
Hey!
You know if you always just leave,
you never get to the bit
where someone forgives you,
or tries to, at least.
Apparently that bit
can be quite nice.
(gentle music playing)
(sighs)
Leach.
L-E-A-C-H.
Deputy Chief Constable Leach.
-Retired.
-(indistinct chatter)
(Stone) Ma'am?
(scoffs) To what do we owe
the pleasure?
Hello, Michael.
How are you keeping?
Can't complain.
-Still in uniform?
-Yep.
Good for you.
Er, is she allowed through, Sarge?
Absolutely. Buzz her in.
Lady Leach doesn't like
to be kept waiting.
(door buzzes, opens)
(gentle music playing)
Ma'am, DCC Leach here to see you.
(Ruth) Thanks for taking Phil?
-(music concludes)
-You have a young PC here,
Ayesha Kareem.
Gonna be an excellent officer.
(inhales deeply)
Bright, hardworking.
-Definitely one to encourage.
-I agree.
But?
She reached out to me,
unofficially, for some mentoring.
Oh, that's good of you.
Can't see you doing any harm.
Well, she's got an idea
in her head,
and she's taken to hanging around
some of my friends.
(inhales deeply)
Turning up unannounced.
In uniform.
So what is this idea
that PC Kareem's got?
(scoffs) Look,
it's silly beyond words.
Our friends are passing on
and she seems to be seeing
some kind of pattern,
apart from us being old and ill.
I'd brush it aside, it's nonsense,
but it's getting
a tiny bit obsessive.
(inhales deeply) I felt I ought
to tell you, informally,
that she's crossed a line.
And she has form, I believe.
-Well, that's something that
-I'm not going to make a complaint.
God knows you've all got enough
on your plates.
-Hmm.
-(Phil) But perhaps
a gentle word.
-(mysterious music playing)
-(sighs)
-Constable.
-Ma'am.
(Stone) In here.
Now!
-(music concludes)
-It's not just mentoring.
I'm looking into something.
-(indistinct chatter)
-Have you opened a file?
No, but I'm going to today.
I've got enough now.
Let's have it, then.
Wha What, now?
Mm. You have the floor.
-(Ayesha) Can I close the door?
-No.
(breathing shakily) Okay. Erm
I think it started
at the funeral of a man
called Dennis Wilkins.
This was last year.
I think they all made
-a promise to each other.
-Who's they?
A group of old friends
in their seventies.
They all went to the same school,
grew up together.
And what is it they were meant
to be doing?
They're killing each other, ma'am.
(stutters) Or, really,
helping each other to die.
-Assisted suicide?
-Yes. Yeah.
Right. So, you're saying, and
(exhales heavily)
let me just make sure
I have got this right.
You're saying that retired
Deputy Chief Constable Leach,
one of the most decorated officers
that this station has ever seen,
and by the way, a trailblazer
for women in the force,
is a serial killer?
Put it like that, it sounds bad.
(sniffles, exhales)
(sombre music playing)
(sighs)
Never forget this feeling.
Next time you have
a wacky racist notion,
just channel this moment.
And that's it?
You're not even going
to look into it?
Er, just be grateful
there's no disciplinary.
I'm right, Sarge. I know I'm right.
(Stone) Well,
you said you were right
before the last disaster.
David Crownshaw
was not upset enough
about his wife's death.
You spoke to him! You saw it.
There aren't rules
for how someone should grieve.
And you, of all people,
should know that.
(exhales) With all respect, sir,
that has nothing to do with this.
The man was in shock.
You saw what Marion was like,
the state she was in!
And we went through that
at the time, PC Kareem.
They've killed people, Sarge.
They have, and I can prove it.
(clicks tongue)
You need to take some time off.
-No, Sarge, I'm not
-It's not a suggestion.
(exhales)
Fine.
(sniffles)
(mysterious music playing)
(Phil) Desmond?
Ma'am. DCC Leach.
(music concludes)
(Phil)
How are the dead treating you?
-Are they behaving?
-Oh, they don't change.
Well, actually, they do.
They've been getting fatter.
-I need bigger and bigger scalpels.
-Oh, Christ. (chuckles)
No, it's true.
(inhales deeply)
So, what can I do for you, Phil?
(clicks tongue)
It's a bit delicate.
One of your recent clients
was a dear old friend.
-Marion Crownshaw, Burnham on Sea.
-Suicide.
We buried her yesterday.
(Desmond)
Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you. (inhales deeply)
Some of the family are concerned
about their genetic inheritance.
Marion didn't talk
about her illnesses,
was very private about all that.
(inhales deeply) In particular,
there's a worry about dementia,
which apparently runs
in the family.
I just wondered how serious
or advanced it was in Marion,
if you could tell that from the PM?
No, I don't remember that.
I didn't really dig around
up there.
I wasn't looking for that.
Have I missed something?
No, no, I'm sure not.
It's just they're worried
and I said I could find out.
(inhales deeply) Well,
I've got the toxicology.
That would tell us if she was
taking anything for that condition.
-Oh, that's an idea.
-(Desmond) Right
Antidepressants.
Er, painkillers, statins
and then the stuff
that actually did the job.
-And for dementia?
-There's nothing.
-You're sure?
-There's nothing here.
You can reassure the family.
But she was convinced she had it.
Well, so would I be
if I was on that many meds.
-(tense music playing)
-It's quite the combo.
Some of these don't really
get prescribed anymore.
(ominous music playing)
(exhales heavily)
(mysterious music playing)
(exhales heavily)
-(music concludes)
-(David) Ah, Phil. (chuckles)
The royal wedding.
29th of July 1981.
His Royal Highness Prince Charles
and Lady Diana Spencer.
(chuckles)
All that hope.
And what remains?
Knick-knacks and tat.
-(object clinks)
-Where are you gonna go?
Er
Thomas Cottage, to start.
A relief to escape this place,
if I'm perfectly honest.
But ultimately, Spain, I think.
Andalucia.
Final chapter.
David, I need to talk to you.
Yeah, of course. Let's go in.
I'll put the kettle on.
Here's fine.
(breathes deeply)
You and Marion got married
in September, didn't you?
Yes. Why?
I was pregnant with Kate,
but only just.
Nigel and I hadn't told anyone yet.
Right.
Why did the Post-it Note say
the 2nd of October?
What?
The pin number for the bank.
Your wedding anniversary.
Why did you give Marion
the wrong date?
-Did Marion have dementia, David?
-Oh, Phil.
(Phil) Because she wasn't taking
any medication for it.
She was, Phil.
Look, I know Sunita
has made you worry.
-I spoke to the pathologist, David.
-(intense music playing)
She wasn't on anything
for dementia
because she didn't have dementia.
Did she need all those drugs
she was taking, David?
Because it was quite the cocktail,
wasn't it?
(exhales)
Did you plan it?
Did you confuse her on purpose?
But I didn't kill her
did I?
No, in fact,
I was a hundred miles away
while you and Ken were doing that.
So, if you
mention this theory
of yours to anyone,
I'll happily go to the police
and tell them everything
about Marion,
about Tom, and we'll all go down.
You, me
and dear old Ken.
So, I'm sorry, Phil.
You'll have to excuse me.
I've got an awful lot of stuff
to sort out.
(music concludes)
MUSIC: "It's All Over Now,
Baby Blue" by Them.
# You must leave now
Take what you need #
(exhales heavily)
# You think will last
# But whatever you wish to keep
You better grab it fast #
(breathes heavily)
# Look out, baby
The saints are comin' through #
(car honks)
# And it's all over now, baby blue
# Hey, hey, yeah
# It's all over, it's all over now
Baby blue #
(music concludes)
(pants)
Er, how is she?
Stable. Conscious.
-Can we see her?
-Not yet.
Do you know what happened?
No other vehicles involved,
apparently.
Do you know
what she was doing there?
-I don't know.
-She didn't say anything to you?
No.
(doctor) Philippa Leach,
next of kin.
Yeah, that's us.
Has she been taking any medication?
(Kate) Erm, no, no.
(breathes deeply)
Here she is.
Oh, you look good, doesn't she?
She looks well.
Don't worry about the car.
It's, er It's gonna be fine.
Superficial damage only.
Why are you speaking so loud?
I'm right here.
-What did the doctors say?
-Nothing.
(inhales deeply) Doing tests.
They've given me a pill.
-Actually, rather nice.
-You're gonna be right as rain.
You just need
to look after yourself.
You've been burning the candle
at both ends.
That's one way of putting it.
-(scoffs)
-Is there anything you need?
-Yeah, a cigarette, please.
-Slippers.
Everyone in hospital
needs slippers.
He's here, isn't he?
Ken.
I need to see him, please.
Alone.
Sorry, love.
-Dad.
-Give me a minute, Kate, please.
(gentle music playing)
(Nigel) Look
we can get over this,
this silliness.
I know we can.
I mean, what is this
if not a wakeup call, eh?
Nigel.
(sighs)
I'm not coming home.
-(music concludes)
-(mysterious music playing)
-(music concludes)
-(monitor beeps)
(exhales)
Hmm.
-How are you feeling?
-(Phil) Magnificent.
-Bordering on regal.
-(chuckles)
-(Ken) What did they say?
-Nothing.
-Tests.
-(Ken) Mm-hmm.
What were you doing down there?
Hmm?
Got me worried.
-I need to talk to you.
-(Ken) All right.
Not here.
Can you drive one of those?
(mysterious music playing)
I can't believe I'm enabling this.
-(breathes deeply)
-(exhales)
Well?
(exhales)
What did the doctor say?
-It's not that.
-(Ken) What?
I went to see David.
I was on my way back from David
when I had the accident.
Oh
Okay. How was he?
I also spoke to Marion's GP,
and the pathologist
who looked after her.
Why would you do that?
Marion
wasn't ill
like we thought she was.
What?
What are you saying?
-She wasn't.
-(ominous music playing)
She didn't have it.
Dementia.
She may have had other things.
She probably did.
But not that.
He persuaded her,
persuaded us that she had it.
No. (breathes heavily)
She was ill.
She was she was desperate, Phil!
We saw her. We were with her.
She was in agony.
-No!
-He lied
about their wedding date, Ken.
He made up the details
on the Post-it.
He was tricking her.
He had her on God knows
how many drugs
for I don't know how long.
He wanted to get rid of her.
-(gasps)
-(Phil) He used us.
It's my fault.
I'm gonna make it right.
-I'm gonna call the police.
-You can't make this right!
She's dead! (exhales heavily)
(breathing heavily)
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Hello?
You know what true love is, David?
Ken, look
I don't know what nonsense
Phil has been telling you, but
(Ken) It's something we do
for our friends.
-(loud knocking on door)
-(breathes heavily)
Who is it?
(Stone) Mr. Crownshaw?
-It's Sergeant Stone.
-(sighs)
-(Stone) We met the other week.
-(sighs)
(music concludes)
-I'm sorry to bother you.
-(David) What do you want?
-Why aren't you in uniform?
-(Stone) I'm off to footy.
I was just passing.
I had a couple of things
to ask you, if that's okay?
(sighs) More questions?
About Marion?
Are you, er
are you going somewhere?
No, no.
I just I might go and stay
at my brother-in-law's place
for a few days.
Not far. Just, you know,
to get away from here.
I understand.
What do you want?
(Stone) Can I just pop in
for five minutes?
We're kicking off in half an hour.
-(sighs) All right, come inside.
-(Stone) Ta.
-I'm sorry for your loss.
-(David) Thank you.
She's a lovely lady.
What?
Er, it was me that gave her
the trackies at the station.
Oh, yes, of course.
-Thank you.
-No bother.
Look, I'm sorry, but
what what's this all about?
(Stone) It's just something
that's been bothering us.
That's all. Just playing
on me mind. (inhales deeply)
Seeing her that day,
she seemed so helpless.
I just
Well, I didn't want
to miss anything
because I'd feel dreadful.
-What do you mean?
-(Stone) Well
was she capable of it?
What are you talking about?
I mean (exhales heavily)
I know what
what's happened is tragic. I know,
but I I I mean (scoffs)
-I just, I can't ever
-Where did you say
you were going again?
Well, only down the
the coast. Why?
(Stone) You needing
a passport for that?
-(tense music playing)
-(David breathes shakily)
I also wanted to ask you
about Dennis Wilkins' funeral.
About The True Lovers' Knot.
About what was discussed there
by you and your friends.
-Er (sighs)
-(music concludes)
Look, look, I understand.
An illness like dementia is
it's devastating.
But I think we need to talk
about this officially.
Don't you?
Might that be a good idea?
Why don't you come back
to the station with me, yeah?
Hmm? We can sort this out.
-(grunts, breathes heavily)
-(intense music playing)
(metal thuds)
(music intensifies)
(music concludes)
(soft music playing)
(music fades out)