All language subtitles for Frayed s02e05.eng

He's dead because of me.

I'm not going to wreck my
life feeling sorry for him,

not after what he did to
me, I was his punching bag.

Our whole family is carrying this

and you're, what, just shrugging it off?

I'm not shrugging it off.

Bet you weren't expecting to
see me in this town ever again.

I was actually. It's in the Tribune.

Were you fucking my husband?

He came here to talk.

You're saying Frank wanted to
leave me so he could get better.

- The baby's coming!
- No. It's not coming.

It's not coming till
we get to the hospital.

(GROANS)

- I know she's not mine.
- Jim...

I brought that little
girl into this world

and I'm not walking out on her now.

I'll change my story for the cops.

- Look who dropped by.
- Jim, can I have a word, please?

The case, it's collapsed.

I've been demoted for costing
the department so much money.

- (BLOWS WHISTLE)
- Cops are all the same.

You just beat the shit
out of kids for fun.

You're all just like Terry Harris.

How do you know Terry Harris?

Mum! Bev is moving into this
house slowly but surely, I know it.

Speaking as a father, it is
very important that I be present

during these formative years.

Would you listen to this?

If you two have a problem,

you need to work this
out on your own for once.

Thank you.

See, even Mum believes that Bev
and the baby should leave today.

Uh, that is not what she said.

- Uh... it was in the subtext, dummy.
- Mum!

Listen, if you have a problem,
you need to talk to each other.

It's that simple.

Well, it would be if her highness
here didn't keep bossing me around.

I don't give a shit. I
can't fix this for you, OK?

I can't fix anything!

Terrific.

So, we're all agreed that
Bev and the baby leave today.

Hey, Jim, Frances just
said "Ho Chi Minh City."

What?!

Oh, Mum.

I really was a stunning baby, wasn't I?

- Synced and corrected by chamallow -
- www.addic7ed.com -

- Look, you're not in any trouble.
- I know I'm not.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I just want to know how
you know Terry Harris.

I don't have to talk to you.

What are you doing?

Sticking with you until
you answer my questions.

- And believe me, I have got all day.
- This is harassment.

- Hey, are those your mates?
- So, what if they are?

Imagine how excited they're going to be

when they work out that
I'm your new best friend.

Hey, yo, fellas.

Surf's pretty cowabunga today, yeah?

- Hey...
- Is that the word?

- Cowabunga or...
- What are you... ?

I used to do shows in primary
schools called Kops are Kool,

spelled with K's, which
didn't make any sense to me.

But we used to finish that
show with a big rap number.

And I swear to God,
it's all coming back.

- No.
- (BEATBOXES)

? Don't do drugs there
are side effects ?

? Like tooth decay and birth defects. ?

OK, I'll talk to you.

Tubular.

- Oh, sorry, love.
- No. It's OK. Wait.

Grandma...

... you know when Frank...
when Grandpa died...

Yeah.

... how did you deal with the pain?

(SIGHS)

I just drank myself stupid.

Did it work?

Well, I can't remember much
of the time, so I guess so.

No.

I think it was a way to deal
with it in the short term,

but in the long term, it
just... it made things worse.

G'day, Simone.

You're looking well.

So are you.

Didn't expect to see you again.

Yes, we decided to stay.

Do you think staying is a good idea?

Well, the case is closed.

Huh...

I can't get this thing to work.

I should quit anyway.

You know, I read somewhere
that every cigarette

shortens your life by 11 minutes.

Hmm.

I don't think you can fix it.

I can fix it. I just
have to keep trying.

I can make anything happen
if I put my mind to it.

That must be very tiring.

What do you mean?

Well, life is so...

... unpredictable, Simone.

People are unpredictable.
(CHUCKLES) Take it from me.

Why can't I fix this fucking thing?!

(WATER TRICKLES)

(SOBS)

Dad?

- Arrgh!
- (BABY CRIES)

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

Hey, man.

I got three sixpacks of
beer and a bottle of rum.

- Is that going to be enough?
- I thought the same thing.

So I grabbed a bottle of
vodka and some black Sambuca.

- Should be enough.
- That's like an entr�e for me.

- Can we mix those?
- Yeah. It'll be lovely.

So, why the change of heart?

Just feel like getting out of my head.

(CHUCKLES) Gnarly.

And I told my parents I'm
staying at yours tonight.

Dude, let's get messed up.

Yeah.

So, what took you so long?

I had problems with my ID.

Unfortunately, the guy in
the bottle shop wasn't racist.

He knew the picture
wasn't me, called the cops.

What? The cops.

So... so, what happened?

I just owned up to it.

Cop just laughed.

- Let me off with a caution.
- He let you off?

Yeah, so I got all this
from my parents' restaurant.

Have half a mouthful of Sambuca
and half a mouthful of rum.

It's delicious.

(URINATES)

(WHISPERS) Hey...

- Don't flush the toilet.
- What?

Frances is asleep, so
don't flush the toilet.

Jim, that gigantic baby has
been screaming all night.

Why are they still in our house?

She fell asleep on my bed

and I didn't want to move
her in case I woke her.

- And then Bev nodded off.
- I don't believe this.

And then she woke with
trapped wind. Frances, not Bev.

I've only just got her back to sleep.

So please, just don't flush the toilet.

Jim, I have barely slept. OK?

- I've got a massive day tomorrow.
- Yeah. So do I.

Gotta find bigger teets
for feeding Frances.

Yeah. And I've got to get a job.

Why don't you just go
back and work for Christos?

(SIGHS) I've got so much to do. OK?

I've got to enrol the kids in school.

You know, I want to put
down some roots for them,

give them some... stability.

(EXHALES LOUDLY)

- Yeah.
- Oh...

You know, as a father,

I... I completely understand
what you're talking about.

I mean, kids. God...

They drive you crazy,
but they are so worth it.

Would you just get out,
please? OK, I've got to...

What?

Wipe.

Hey, hey, Sammy. I'm a
daddy to a little girl.

- I've seen it all before.
- Get the fuck out.

OK. Alright.

Oh, just remember, wipe front to back.

It's more hygienic that way.

(SNORING)

Hi, Bo.

(MOANS)

Uncle Jim.

Oh... classic.

You guys snuck out and got
slaughtered. That's awesome.

(LAUGHS)

Speaking as a father, I've got to
say, I'm very proud of you both.

Tess, did you get in on this?

- No.
- That's alright.

Your time will come.

What is that I can smell?

That...

Is that rum?

Brilliant. Black Sambuca.

Tess, come here.

Come on, don't be shy.

You see those little black trails there?

- Is that the Sambuca?
- Yes. Very good, Tess.

I can't believe you guys snuck out
and drank rum and black Sambuca.

And... beer. And vodka.

That's awesome! It sounds like
the best fucking party ever.

It was just the two of us.

That's alright.

Still a good effort.

- Would you pass me the bin?
- Yeah.

Tell you what, good thing
your mum's out job hunting.

She would whip the old
high horse out of the stable

and climb directly on it about this one.

Oh, no way.

You got on it! (LAUGHS)

- Oh, I smell rum and Sambuca.
- She's so good at this.

- Who spewed first?
- Bo vomited the moment he woke up.

Classic.

Speaking as a mother, this is
a very big moment for you both.

- God, it makes me miss drinking.
- Mmm.

So, who do we put in the shower first?

Why don't you just start with
Bo and I'll get brekky ready.

My hangover special: prairie oysters,

Worcestershire sauce,

Tabasco and a raw egg.

(HEAVES)

Alright. OK, maybe I'll cook the egg.

Can I just...

... just have a minute?

Just...

We're all going to remember this
day for the rest of our lives.

(GROANING)

So proud of you.

(HEAVES)

- Sammy.
- Yes, it's me. It's really me.

What are you doing here?

I actually came to see Chris.

You'll have to wait. He's in a meeting.

Why do you want to see Chris?

I want to ask him for my old job back.

There are no jobs out there.

I've been looking for,
like, an hour and a half.

Be awkward asking him after
that big weird speech you made

where you called him a
fat, delusional fuck stain.

I didn't mean it as a criticism.

Besides, I was a crucial
asset to this office.

That bloody fax machine, eh?

This is the photocopier. Why
aren't you going back to London?

Did your life not work out there?

- My life in London was great.
- So why are you staying?

All you ever talked
about was going back.

You know, it's nice to
come back and visit family.

Must be pretty confident
your stories will all hold.

What?

You were flown back as a witness

because your brother's
story didn't add up.

Now the case has collapsed, so you
must have got your story straight.

No, that's... that's...

How do you know so much... ?

My boyfriend was heading
up the investigation.

- Your boyfriend's Darren Fairbank.
- Yeah. He tells me everything.

I think you know exactly
what happened to Terry Harris.

(LAUGHS)

I swear to God, I really... I
thought you were serious then.

I am.

You're the most
incompetent person I know

and you've got away with murder.

Do you know what? I'm going to go

and I might come back a little
bit later to find Chris...

Oh, God.

- Sammy.
- I was just going.

- She wants her job back.
- No, I don't.

Are you Samantha Cooper?
Terry Harris' neighbour?

- Who are you?
- My girlfriend.

I'm Sandy McIntyre, Newcastle Tribune.

I would love to speak with you.

What do you want to talk to
Sammy for? She's a fucking idiot.

- She really is.
- I am.

Oh, well, maybe if you're
in town for a while,

we could just catch up for coffee.

Why? The case is over.

Besides, I've got an election
to win. Write about that.

I'll write about whatever I
think needs to be written about.

How about tomorrow morning? We
can meet up before you start work.

Hang on. I haven't hired her.

Oh, go on, Chris.

Just give her her old job back.

Yeah?

So? Tomorrow morning?

Great.

Walk me to my car, honey.

(MOUTHS WORDS)

Chris!

Do you want to get trashed after work?

Oh, yes, Jim.

- Morning.
- Oh, Mummy.

I'm glad you're here.

Listen, there's been an incident,

Lenny and Bo snuck out last
night and got shit-faced.

Now, speaking as a father
and as a fellow parent,

I understand how very serious this is.

Well, how much did they have?

Rum, vodka, beer and black Sambuca...

... which is very disappointing.

So Bev and Tess are
helping Bo in the shower

and Lenny's in the bedroom.

Oh, God.

Just tell them breakfast
will be ready, uno momento.

Breakfast is ready!

What is this?

Well, Bo, it's just another
one of my hangover specials.

See if you can guess
the secret ingredient.

Squid. Bingo.

(LAUGHS)

Now, when you've finished
your whole plate, young man,

I'll drive you to school.

What? No, I don't have a uniform.

- Borrow one of Lenny's.
- You could borrow one of Lenny's,

but then you'd be missing out on
the best part, the walk of shame.

You right, Jean? You look
like you've seen a ghost.

- This is my fault.
- No, Mum. Don't be silly.

They're kids. It's what kids do.

To be fair, I tend to do
it myself from time to time.

Under usual circumstances so would I.

For a moment there he
looked just like Frank.

Maybe you should go to AA tonight.

Don't worry, I won't be there.

They really took the fun
out of binge drinking.

What did you do that for? I
don't want to employ Sammy.

- Why not?
- Because she's useless.

Oh, come on, have a heart.

And, you know, she needs the work.

Jeez, when did you give a
shit about the unemployed?

(CHUCKLES) Touch�.

Also, in situations like this, most
people don't want to be interviewed.

So this way, I'm not some
kind of random journo.

I'm her boss's girlfriend.

She can't say no.

Oh, this is such a scoop.

- I'll see you tonight.
- OK.

Yee-ho!

Bye.

- Chris.
- You idiot.

- You moron.
- I know. I'm sorry.

If I'd known that Fiona's dating a
cop and you're dating a journalist,

I'd never have come here.

Didn't you think maybe we should
keep our distance for the moment?

- I know. I just really needed a job.
- Well, now Sandy's all over you.

- I tell you what, she won't let up.
- Oh, you could fire me.

It would be weird if I do it now.

God, I just want to be
free of your family's shit.

Yeah. I would also like to
be free of my family's shit.

Don't worry about Sandy.

I'll just, you know,
cancel or something.

You have to go and you
have to appear normal.

Just appear normal.

I am normal.

Hey, can you give me a lift to school.

I'm enrolling the kids,
like a normal mother would.

No. Because the less I'm
seen with you the better.

Fine. Thanks, you prick.

Oh, I remind you, I'm your boss.

Oh, yeah. Well, you're gonna fire
me anyway, so you know what...

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

- What?
- Yeah.

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

(KNOCKS)

Good morning, Mrs Harris. Fairbank.

I know it's early, but I'd
like to ask you some questions.

My husband's disappearance
is a suspected suicide

- because of your failure to...
- I have the same concerns as you.

You've been demoted. You
shouldn't even be here.

I need to ask you some important
questions in light of new evidence.

So, you're back to
being a constable now?

- Um... yes.
- That's embarrassing.

- I'm going to get going.
- I'd like you to stay, actually.

Yeah?

The question I have is for both of you.

Um...

Was Terry ever violent?

There were times in his line of work

where I'm sure he needed
to be rougher than usual...

I don't mean at work, I mean
at home with either of you.

My husband was a highly respected
officer and a very loving father.

I'm aware of that, Mrs Harris,

but I have reason to suspect
there was a history of violence.

Who have you been speaking to?

A young man named Scott Drummond.

That boy was sleeping with my
daughter, who was under age,

and got expelled for dealing drugs.

- You're taking his word?
- I have to ask these questions.

- If it's true...
- You're not asking questions,

you're besmirching the
character of a missing man

who can't defend himself.

Abby, is there anything...

Don't direct this
garbage at my daughter.

- If you'd done your job properly...
- Abby, did he...

Get out of my house!

You have no authority to be here.

OK, Mrs Harris.

I'll be talking to your
superiors about this.

Unbelievable. That
man needs to be sacked.

Can you imagine your father
running an investigation like that?

- Hi, Trish.
- Sammy.

I like your earrings.

They're incredibly... pointy.

How can I help you?

Well, I just wanted to get
some paperwork to enrol my kids.

You're not going back to London, then.

No. No. I thought we'd
stay on for a little while.

Gosh, you enrol your kids here

and then you leave and now you're
back and enrolling them again.

It's a very exciting
life for your children.

Thanks.

Do you know what? I don't
have any enrolment forms.

OK. When are you going
to get some more in?

I don't know.

But maybe in the meantime you
could apply to another school.

But I want to apply to this school.

There are some excellent
schools around here.

Yeah. But my kids know this school.

- We're pretty full.
- I'd like to apply anyway.

We're a crap school. I
wouldn't send my dog here.

Look at those two pieces of
shit. Not exactly world beaters.

- Trish, just get me some forms.
- I don't have any.

I tell you what, I'll contact
you when I get more forms in.

There is a shelf behind
you that says 'applications'

and it is full of forms.

I can see it from here.

They're application forms for jobs here.

- Show me one.
- No.

Alright. I'll come in and look myself.

You'll be trespassing
on government property.

Fine.

(BOTH GRUNT)

(BOTH GRUNT)

Arrgh!

Alright, you lot. Get out of the way.

What the fuck?

Break it up! Release the grip!

Release the grip!

Alright. All of you, now, back to class.

Come on. There's nothing to
see. Hey! Hey! Now, stop it!

Hello, Dan.

Sammy. You right, hon?

What?! She bit me.

- You broke my earring.
- I'm sorry about that.

I'll replace it. Are
there any shops around here

that stock accessories for skanky molls?

Alright. Alright. Hey, hey, hey.

I mean, hey, hey, hey.

- Alright?
- I knew you were lying.

Alright. That's it. Come on, Sammy.

- I will escort her off the premises.
- Thank you.

Ooh...

- (BELL RINGS)
- What the hell, Dan?

That psychotic set of tits just
tried to stop my kids enrolling,

and you're like, "Baby, what's wrong?"

I didn't say it like that.

You didn't even ask if I was OK.

Well, what do you expect?
She's my girlfriend, not you.

Yeah. Well, your
girlfriend is batshit crazy.

No, no, she's not.

I love her.

And I'm looking forward to probably

having to spend the
rest of my life with her.

You sound really happy about that, too.

I am. She's a very nice person.

She was kind to my mum.

She helped me get my mum into a home.

I didn't know your mum's in a home.

Well, there's a lot
you don't know, Sammy,

- because you keep doing runners.
- Come on, Dan. You know...

You know I couldn't stay.

Sammy, you come back and then you go

and then you come back
and you'll go again,

and you'll leave this trail
of destruction behind you.

I know. I know.

Alright? And I'm just trying
to give my kids some stability

after everything that
they've been through.

Trish is right. Maybe you
shouldn't send your kids here.

Yeah. But Lenny and
Tess know this school.

They're young. They'll easily
make friends somewhere else.

Are you joking? My kids
do not easily make friends.

And why should I put my kids
through that just for Trish?

Because it's for me.

Sammy.

Look, my life doesn't look great.

What are you talking about?

You've got a job and a house
and a full head of hair,

which is rare for blond men.

I'm an ex-con PE teacher,

should have been a pro surfer.

Instead, I'm making kids
play stuck in the mud.

I don't have many chances left, Sammy.

I could have a good life with Trish.

Come on, Dan. Settling for someone
you don't love is not a good life.

I just don't think we
should bump into each other.

OK, well, I'm going to do
what's right for my kids,

not what's right for you
and your new girlfriend.

You know, you shouldn't stay, Sammy.

You got away with it. Why don't
you get as far away as possible?

Oh, God. Here she is.

Better go on back to your paramour,

she's got a bite on her like a mastiff.

I heard that.

That's because of your
acute dog-like hearing.

I certainly did not expect to find
you two at each other's throats.

Well, she jumped over.

G'day, Bo. You don't look well.

I need to go home. I've been sick.

I'll call your mum and tell
her to come and get you.

Yeah. Whoof.

Do I smell Sambuca?

And squid?

- Me and Lenny got drunk last night.
- Ah.

- Lenny as sick as you?
- Worse.

No. He drank way more than me. I
think he was crying at one point.

- Is he at home recovering?
- Yeah, I think so.

Wait. No, he said something
about going to the cops today.

I don't really remember.

Huh.

- What was he going to the cops for?
- Dunno.

He was talking about feeling bad,

but that could have
been the rum and Sambuca.

Whoo. Well, I hope you've
learned your lesson.

Hey, uh... I'm going to head
off early, go for a surf.

I thought you had
classes this afternoon.

- It's PE. It's not like it matters.
- True.

Oh, hey, don't forget, I'm out
at Kim's baby shower tonight.

- Right.
- That could be us soon.

If you'd stop insisting
on wearing frangers.

Hey. Sorry. Sorry I'm late.

That's OK. If everyone's
here, we'll start.

Whatever happened to that girl Bev?

No names, remember? It's anonymous.

- Has she had the baby yet?
- Yep.

Oh, so you're a grandma again.

Could be many, many, many other men's.

Jean, you've missed a
few meetings. How are you?

Hey, you said no names.

Um, I don't know.

I want to drink and drink
and drink and fall down,

never get up again.

- What triggered that?
- My husband.

If he was he now, what
would you say to him?

I'd say it wasn't the ocean
that killed you, it was me.

Because you needed to leave
me to get better and...

... I kept pulling you back to drinking.

Guilt is pointless.

It is a rope that wears thin.

Guilt isn't pointless.

You can't change yesterday,
but you can change tomorrow.

Yeah, but if you do a terrible
thing, you should feel guilty.

Anger builds nothing and
it destroys everything.

I think I need something
a little stronger

than quotes from fridge magnets.

OK, then. You fucked up.

OK.

Maybe you are partly responsible
for your husband's death

and you've drunk away
over 20 years of your life.

The choice you have now is whether
you wreck what time you have left.

You have a family and it is expanding.

- But it could be many, many, many...
- Doesn't matter.

You can't change what happened
to your family in the past,

but your future is in your hands.

We've discussed this, we don't
do rounds of applause here.

Oh, sorry.

Hey, Lenny. Mr Atkins.

Bo said you might be here. You...
you mentioned it last night.

I did?

Yeah. Um...

Do you want to go for a walk?

Being this close to a police
station makes me nervous.

I just need to, um...

Your mum will kill me, but the
best thing for a hangover is a beer.

Yeah? Come on.

Unless you prefer a Sambuca and squid.

- Aren't you even going to say hello?
- I don't feel like it.

- Excuse me?
- Nothing.

Is this about this morning?

If anyone should be cross, it's me.

I'm the one that spent all afternoon

writing a formal letter of
complaint against Fairbank,

which I wouldn't have had to do
if you'd done as you were told

and stayed away from Scott.

I'm very sorry you've
been inconvenienced.

Don't use that tone.

- Why do you protect Dad?
- What?

Well, you're writing to the
police about what he was like.

Your father is missing.

He could be hurt. He could be dead.

- I'm relieved he's not here anymore.
- Relieved?

You saw what he did to me.

- Your father loves you very much.
- No, he doesn't.

He hit me. He took a belt to me, Mum.

You were a very difficult girl...

And you would do
absolutely nothing about it.

... taking drugs and stealing
from me, your own mother.

He never did it to you.

Is that why you looked away
in case he'd turn on you

- and he'd start doing it to you?
- That's not fair.

No. You know, what's not fair

is the fact that you saved
yourself at my expense.

- Where are you going? Come back here.
- Or what?

Are you going to smack me
in the face like Dad would?

(DOOR SLAMS)

Where the hell were you last night?

I'm so sorry. I have
so much to tell you.

You left me waiting outside the
cinema looking like an idiot.

- How long did you wait for?
- 25 minutes.

I ended up seeing it on my own.

I wasn't missing Field
of Dreams for you.

- Was it good?
- It was a whimsical masterpiece.

Look, please, just... can I explain?

- Explain it to your next girlfriend.
- I think I figured it out.

This whole time I've
been looking at adults

when I really need to look at kids.

You what?

Do you want a spam and Branston
Pickle sandwich? I've got plenty.

This kid Scott was dating
Terry's daughter, Abby.

- Terry used to beat Abby up.
- What a piece of shit.

And Terry hated Scott, so Abby
and Scott had to sneak around.

Guess how they did it.

- Wigs.
- No.

Abby would tell her parents that
she was going to the Coopers' house

to study with Tess.

Oh, that's better than wigs.

The afternoon that Terry went missing,

Abby was at Scott's covered in bruises

and Tess Cooper turns up panicked

because Terry is at the
Coopers' house looking for Abby.

No.

This is the same afternoon
a single gunshot was heard.

Bullshit.

And that is why the Coopers
are lying through their teeth

trying to place Jim at
the house that afternoon.

Because Sammy murdered Terry Harris!

What? No.

Because the Coopers are protecting
the people who did it, the kids.

Oh.

What a satisfying conclusion.

I went to top brass this afternoon.
They won't reopen the case for me.

I have to go rogue
to keep investigating.

Well, hang on, you're
not dropping the case?

What? No way.

But I think Terry Harris deserved it.

We don't just get to decide
which people get murdered

and which people don't.

That's why we have laws.

But they're kids.

What? You're going to ruin
everyone's lives for what?

For justice.

For the truth.

I'm not the bad guy here. I'm
not leaving this case unsolved.

Columbo once let a murderer go

because the woman had a brain disease

and she couldn't remember doing it

and she was going to die soon anyway.

I'm not Columbo and I'm
not Jessica Fletcher.

I'm Constable Darren Fairbank
and I'm not stopping now.

You know what? I don't
think I have enough

spam and Branston Pickle
sandwiches for two.

- Where are you going?
- Back to work.

I don't like Branston Pickle anyway.

(GASPS)

Oh, God.

Here, try some hair of the dog.

I know you want to confess,

but you need to think about
what that will do to everyone.

- Has Mum told you?
- Yeah. She told me everything.

I think. I can never be
too sure with your mum.

You got that right.

Lenny, you will go to prison for this.

- You, your mum, your uncle.
- I think we should go to prison.

What do you think prison is?
A place to quietly reflect?

What would you know?

I was in for seven years.

They take everything.

And then when you get out,
there's no magic reset button

that just undoes your crime.

What did you do?

It was much less than killing a man.

And it has followed me every day since.

If you confess, every person
you meet, every job you go for...

... they'll all know
that you killed a man.

So... What?

I just lie for the rest of my life.
What? I act like it didn't happen.

Yes. That guilt is your punishment.

That is your payment.

And it is plenty.

You have to find a way to live with it

or you'll destroy your entire family.

Mr Atkins. Lenny.

Abby. What are you doing
on this side of town?

I was just on my way to your house.

I have no-one else to talk to.

Why don't you talk to me?

I don't have anyone to talk to either.

I'll leave you two to talk.

Are you OK? What happened?

I just thought when you came
back, I wouldn't be lonely anymore.

I'm lonelier than ever.

Me, too.

Everything feels worse.

I can't even turn myself in.

I just want to leave and
start again somewhere.

- We could.
- Yeah.

Why don't we?

- SAMMY: I can't believe he did that.
- It's OK, I had a talk with him.

He's all good. I'm
sure he'll be home soon.

OK, thanks, Dan.

And I really mean it.

- Why are you being condescending?
- I'm not being condescending.

It's just the way I sound. God.

(SLAMS HANDSET DOWN)

Oh, shit.

Sammy, you surprised me.

I didn't hear you come in.

Really.

I surprised YOU

coming into MY house.

And that's my yoghurt.

Mum!

Your mum and Jim took Frances out.

Alright, Bev, you might have
tricked my mum and my brother,

but I know exactly what you're doing.

Alright. What exactly am I doing?

You're using gigantic baby
Frances as a Trojan horse.

I just stayed a couple of nights.

Yep. We both know it's not going to be

a couple of nights, though, don't we?

Yeah, well, you know, it's
not exactly your house, is it?

It's my family home
and you're not family.

So get your shit and go.

I don't think Jim would like that.
He and Frances have really bonded.

(MIMICS)

Yeah, well, he can
visit you any time. OK?

Now just finish up and get out.

Look, I just want to give my
kid a nice home and stability.

And I'm guessing all you want is
for me to lie about where Jim was

on the last day Terry
Harris was ever seen.

You and I can both get
what we want out of this.

- Here's your fucking yoghurt.
- (DOOR OPENS)

You need to hold the bottle at
a high angle, so she's not...

Aww!

Is that my little girl?

Yes, it is.

Hell... mwah.

Wow. You and gigantic baby
Frances seem to have bonded.

Well, she is such a little sweetie.

Little?

I don't think I've ever seen
you like this around babies.

Well, it's because
you chose to have yours

on the other side of the world

and have nothing to do with us.

- Oh, great. We're back on that.
- (PHONE RINGS)

That's great.

Hello. Coopers. Jean speaking.

Yep.

She's standing right here.

It's Fiona.

(MOUTHS WORDS)

Her boyfriend is that cop.

Uh... Yeah, hi, Fiona.

- Yes, sorry, she's out.
- You said she was there.

Yeah. I know I said
she was standing here.

I thought she was standing here,

but it was just the...

... fridge.

A big fridge?

No, I'd say it's a medium-sized fridge.

Alright, Mum, Frances is like
a... like a puppy Rottweiler,

and I think what you've forgotten

is that her mother is a
gigantic Rottweiler. OK?

She just threatened me.

Can we please let something
good happen for a change?

After everything we've been through.

This kid's family now.

I mean, look at her. She's
such a wubby-bubby little thing.

- Hello.
- Eww.

I think I prefer you when
you're shouting at me.

Fuck off.

Oh, hey, Lenny.

- Hey, Mum.
- You alright?

Mm-hm.

Oh, hello.

- Jim. Jim.
- (SNORES SOFTLY)

We've got to talk.

Where's Bev?

She's asleep. Everyone's asleep.

I love that sound.

- What's that?
- Full house.

I remember when Dad died and...

... then you left and the
house just sounded... hollow.

Like a pipe.

Or the centre of a toilet roll.

Do you want a hold?

Not really.

Jim, Bev has got to go.

OK, we're doing... Oh, Jeez.

Oh, wow.

She's...

... a fairly solid unit, isn't she?

Her foot's twitching.
Lenny used to do that too.

Lenny's still my baby.
I've got to keep him safe.

You know I used to be
obsessed with Dynasty?

- Yes.
- Do you know what Dynasty is about?

Yeah. It's a prime-time television show

that revolves around oil
magnate Blake Carrington.

But interestingly,
many of the plot lines

are centred on middle-aged women.

- And you don't get that a lot in...
- It's about a big family.

And that's all I ever wanted, Sammy.

You know why I don't watch it anymore?

Because it was cancelled in May.

Because I have a family of my own now.

Lenny's safe, I promise.

Yeah, but he's not while Bev's here, OK?

- Bev will find out.
- I told her.

You what?

Sammy, you don't have to worry about
anything, alright? She's a vault.

If anything, the secret's safer.

Oh, my God, Jim. What have you done?!

Sammy, we're all on the same team.

- OK? She's family now.
- Bev is not family.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- OK, listen, now is not...
- I need to talk to you.

So no more pretending you're a fridge.

- Who are you?
- This is my brother Jim.

And this is Frances.

- I'm not much into toddlers.
- She's two days old.

That is the fattest baby I've ever seen.

Look at the size of his fucking head.

It's like a watermelon
made out of steak.

I'm not here to discuss
plus-sized babies.

Look, whatever this is, can
it wait until work tomorrow?

(SQUEAK!)

Fairbank reckons your kids killed
Terry because he was violent

and you're both lying to protect them.

(BOTH LAUGH UNCONVINCINGLY)

- That's crazy.
- It sure is.

(LAUGHS WEAKLY) And the
case is closed anyways.

He's found a witness
who was with your kids

the afternoon Terry disappeared.

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

I'm not. That's not my style of comedy.

Fairbank's coming after you.

He'll be watching your kids.
You need to be very careful.

Do you think he's watching us right now?

Probably. He has a powerful
obsession with this case.

- Hey, can I join the party?
- I remember you.

You came to my birthday
party and stole my microwave.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, yeah.

What are you doing here?

I was just saying to Sammy
that she needs to be real...

- Oh...
- (SQUEAKS TOY)

Oh, no! The baby's
awake. She wants Mummy.

Oh, Fiona, whilst that was
a fabulous little fiction

it made literally no sense at all.

And the case is closed now anyway,

so I will see you at work tomorrow.

Whilst you are telling Bev,
literally all of our secrets,

I have to go and lie to a journalist
about it all in the morning,

you absolutely knobhead.

And you need to lower your voice.

There's a newborn baby in the house.

- Sammy.
- Oh, jeez. Hi.

Oh, hi.

I'm so sorry I'm a little bit late.

- It's fine.
- Parking is a nightmare.

So, is it nice to be home?

Oh, it's simply wonderful.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I adore my life in London,

but this time of year, it's
just... it's glorious, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

I mean, the thing that
I find about London

is that the seasons
are very, very distinct.

- Have you ever been.
- I've done some postgraduate work.

Right, then you know that
the seasons are unmistakable.

You got summer, you got
autumn, you've got winter.

And, oh, it must have been awful

arriving into a London winter

when you flew back the day
after Terry Harris went missing.

Hmm.

Were you friendly with the Harrises?

They're just Mum's neighbours.

You know, I mean, I'd say hi to
them, but I don't really know...

Ah, OK.

But did you ever sense
any, I don't know,

unease about the Harrises' home life?

Well, show me the family
that doesn't argue.

Yesterday, my daughter told me
I looked like a corporate whore.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Kids, they say the
darnedest things, don't they?

I've got two of them. They're
the apples of my fucking eyes.

What about them? Are they friendly
with the Harrises' daughter Abby?

I don't know. I mean, they
don't really tell me much. So...

It's just that your
interview with the police

led to the collapse of the entire case.

- So I just wanted to...
- Ladies.

- Chris. It's Chris.
- Yes. What are you doing here?

I thought I'd just pop in and say hi.

Hi.

That's not appropriate because
I'm actually interviewing...

I'm interviewing
Sammy. You can't just...

- What is wrong with you?
- Nothing. I missed you.

You look beautiful.

- Isn't she beautiful?
- Yeah, she's hot shit.

- You're a hot shit.
- Oh, yeah.

- You need to go.
- Can I get a double macchiato?

Oh, by the way, the
parking cops are outside.

Oh, no. Have either
of you got any change?

I don't. But one of my
fabulous gaming lounges

is around the corner, it gives
change for the slot machines.

Yes, I know the one. OK, You
have your coffee and then go.

OK.

Chris...

So glad I can join you.

Uh, well, it's a... it's a
pleasure having you for breakfast.

Well, this is the only place in
town that knows what a macchiato is.

I've also heard that the
breakfasts are very good.

Their pancakes are excellent.

Do you think pancakes are a wise choice

when you're trying to
lose all that weight?

I'm not trying to lose weight.

Well, maybe you should.

Oh, this is my natural
physique! (THUMPS TABLE)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES, RUMBLING)

(CUTLERY AND GLASSWARE RATTLES)

(SCREAMING)

What the fuck was that?

- Wait. What?
- Earthquake.

Sammy!

This is front page.

Is it related to the
disappearance of Terry Harris?

- What? No.
- I can't shift the dead body.

I've got the press
following my every move.

- It just makes you...
- Think.

- Horny.
- Really?

(LAUGHS)

This is the trail of destruction,

and I just get sucked
into it every time.