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My houses make demands of people.

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It's almost nothing Google
or Facebook wouldn't know about you.

I don't think Facebook
follows me into the shower.

It's the price the tenant
pays for living there.

She died in that house
three years ago.

When we examined your phone, we
found evidence suggesting that a man

may have used it to film himself
forcing a sexual act on you.

I couldn't help overhearing
you'd lost a child.

They're doing an investigation,
postmortem and so on.

You're amazing and you're perfect
and I love you and...

I don't love you, Si.

I want you to move out.

Jane, there's something
I want to ask you.

I would like to have a relationship
with you.

Odessa by Caribou

He said what? He said he only does
relationships unencumbered

by convention, something like that.

Otherwise known as a casual hook-up.

Would that be such a bad thing?

No, no.

If you're ready for one.

Well, I don't think he does
hook-ups.

In fact, I don't think he does
anything casually. Hmm.

And Flower Man any more from him?
No.

But Edward did tell me what happened
to his girlfriend

was an accident, apparently.

She fell down the stairs. And
you still don't put up a handrail

even after someone died?

I'm so sorry.

There's nothing to apologise
for, Emma.

You needed to tell me when the time
was right for you.

Any type of sexual assault is
incredibly difficult to talk about.

I just thought if I didn't
talk about...

It's just so confusing.

The most important thing
to understand...

is that you did nothing wrong.

So then why do I feel so ashamed?

I used to enjoy...

having sex, but...

what if I never
feel like myself again?

We can begin by doing some exercises
to remember how you felt

before the assault.

Well, how do you mean?

Well, your flat, for example,

was a place of safety which changed
with the attack.

Will you stop
going on about the flat?

Sorry.

I'm giving you my mobile number...

in case you need to talk
before our next appointment.

We're on this journey together, OK?

Well, that's your first inspection
done, and I'm pleased to say

there are absolutely no issues.

How are you finding it here?

Not too demanding,
sticking to all the rules?

No, I love it.

Good.

Camilla...

do you know anything about the
young woman who lived here before?

The one who died? I don't.

It happened with the previous agent.

We took over
when they lost the contract.

Give me that just give me that.

Sorry.

It's personal.

Is there anything else?

All done.

Hey, who messed with my
brilliant slogan?

Leona.

So, um...

I heard you and Si broke up.

OK, and what, he's asked you to
put in a word, has he?

You could do a lot worse than Si,
given that I'm taken of course.

Fuck off. Easy.

Just the messenger.

But, um, if it is really over,
which I can kind of understand,

just let him down gently.

Edward, so that tenancy
Simon and I signed,

what would happen if one
of us moved out,

but the other one wanted to stay?

It would depend
on which one of you wanted to stay.

Er, me.

I want to stay.

Simon has moved out.

What are you doing at lunchtime?

I wondered if you want to look
at a building with me.

Is that architect speak for,
"Would you like to go on a date?"

Is that a yes?

Thanks for coming.

Thanks for asking.

I've never been invited
to see a building before.

I'm intrigued.

Good.

So is one of these by you?

If I'd designed any of these,
I'd feel compelled to take the lift

to the top floor
and throw myself off.

The place I want to show
you is right here.

Shall we?

The tourists flock to St Paul's,
but this is Wren's masterpiece.

I'm not really into churches.

They're all pomp and ceremony,

nothing to do with
the actual religion.

What?

It's all about architectural legacy
for me.

On the face of it, it's totally
different from your work.

But then you start to see
the similarities.

Restraint, simplicity.

Like Folgate Street.

To have let go of that house

you must have moved somewhere
incredible.

I'm on site mostly.

Minor caravans or hotels.

It's bearable as long as you put
the cushions in the wardrobe.

Really? No.

Yes.

Sometimes.

The original building
burned to the ground

in the Great Fire of London.

Do you know what the best
thing about a church is?

The acoustics.

♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. ♪

♪ Amazing grace

♪ How sweet the sound... ♪

Church girl, after all.

I love that about churches.

How the living and dead
rub shoulders.

And the altar.

That's modern, presumably.

Yes. Henry Moore.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Mmm. So simple.

I wonder how many couples have stood
in this exact same spot...

pledging their lives to
each other.

So why did you bring me here?

It's a very special building.

So, about the tenancy?

You'll both need to sign a deed
of variation,

and that's something any
solicitor can take care of.

Sorry for messing you about.

I didn't mean for this to be such
a problem.

Not at all.

I actually wanted to have lunch
with you.

As in a date?

Well, I wouldn't know,
since I don't do dates.

So what do you do?

I'd like to have a relationship
with you...

but before you give me an answer,
there's something you should know.

I don't do conventional
relationships.

What do you mean?

People aren't so different
to buildings, it seems to me.

It's all too easy to accumulate
the unnecessary romantic gestures,

meaningless endearments.

What if you strip all that away?

What if you were to have
a relationship

unencumbered by expectation?

So, a relationship
without the pressure.

I sometimes think
all marriages would be better

if divorce was obligatory
after a certain amount of time.

Three years, say?

People would appreciate each other
so much more

knowing it wasn't going to last
forever.

But wouldn't that then require
a lifetime

of finding the right person
over and over

instead of one fulfilling
relationship

where you grow old together
and work through problems?

Well, that's what one hopes for, but
it doesn't always work out that way.

Oh, God, sorry, that was
insensitive.

No apology necessary.

How did it happen,
If you don't mind me asking?

An accident on a building site.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Do you always tie your hair back?

No, just for work,
it's easier I like this.

It's considered more professional.

I'm sure it looks lovely
when you wear it down.

And how does Edward Monkford
let his hair down, so to speak?

Can you honestly see me
doing anything of the sort?

Maybe I'll find out one day.

So...

I'd like to cook for you

at Forgate Street this weekend,
no other obligation.

OK, then.

OK, then.

Thank you for a lovely afternoon,
and thank you for accepting me...

at Forgate Street.

Well, you seem like a perfect fit...

which is rare.

I'm flattered.

Do you mind if I ask
you about Emma Matthews?

How well did you know her?

Not very well.

I had a lovely afternoon too.

Oooh!

Nice.

Simon? No, someone I just
had lunch with.

That was quick.

Yeah, he's like that.

Hmm.

Andrew, you're a hotshot lawyer,

would you know how to sort out
a deed of variation on a tenancy?

You can get them off the internet?

Pretty straightforward.

Or if I gave you the details...

Fine. Ping me your tenancy,
I'll take a look.

All tenants will need to sign,
then you give it to the landlord.

You're the best.

Hello. Hello, Emma.

It's DS Willan here, would you be
able to come and see us on Monday?

We've got an update on your case.

Well, what sort of an update?

It's best we talk in person.

Can you make, say, 9am?

Yeah, sure.

Great. We'll see you then.

Jane?

This came for you. Thanks.

Oh, hi. Hi, Elaine.
Lovely to see you.

Sorry, can't stop.

Fuck.

Do you like it?

I hope you don't mind.

What happened to no romantic
gestures?

Well, this is more of
a practical gesture.

Practical, I see.

Because I want something in return.

Oh, really?

And what might that be?

To cook for you.

This weekend at Forgate Street.

No other obligation.

I'd like that.

Hey.

What the fuck, Simon?

How did you get in? This.

Well, you can leave it over there.

Those are the papers
you need to sign. Come on.

How am I supposed to persuade
you to take me back

if we don't at least have a drink?

Oh, it looks like you've been
drinking enough already.

Hmm.

We're not getting back
together, Si.

But I am back, aren't I?

Here I am.

So that's the first step.

And there's my teapot.

So you still like my teapot.

Did you get my flowers?

Oh... Simon, you need to go.

I love you.

I don't want to lose you.

And I think you need me right now.

Em, not now. Get off.

Emma?

Emma, it's Edward, are you OK?

Yeah.

Simon's here to sign the papers.

At least I hope he is.

Put him on, would you?

Simon, I need you to sign
those papers

and then I need
you to get out of my house.

I'm coming to collect them
over dinner

and it would be awkward for you
if you were still there.

Him...

of all people.

How could you do this to me?

I didn't mean... Nah.

Oh.

You look perfect.

Thank you.

I thought you was supposed
to be cooking for me.

I like looking at you.

Don't.

You don't have to hide anything
from me.

Would you rather not have them?

Rather none of it had happened?

No.

I'm glad she existed.

Then it was worth it.

I just...

I just feel like I'm permanently
marked, like a tattoo or something.

You're beautiful.

All of you.

Although I did split up with someone
once because she got a tattoo.

I tried to ignore it,
but every time it was just there.

Well, that was her choice to make.

Of course.

And mine to stop seeing her.

I'm not very tolerant of people
whose standards I don't agree with.

Bed feast!

Biscuits and wine.

What do you say?

I'll make us some proper food.

I'm sorry, it slipped.

I imagine that had sentimental
value.

No.

Not any more.

I'll get you another one.

A better one.

Edward?

"A carefully considered gesture
of affection is more romantic"

"than a spontaneous one."

What?

"House facilities disabled.
Question 1 of 50."

No, no, no, no, no, no, not today.

Great.

Thank you for coming, Emma.
You can take a seat there.

So we can confirm that the CPS
are going to charge Ray Nelson

with aggravated burglary
and trespassing

with intent to commit
a sexual offence and with rape.

Wait. No, no, no, you...
I don't want...

Well, would there be a trial because
you said when there's no DNA...?

I know this is daunting,
but we're here to support you.

We've been trying to put Ray Nelson
away now for some time and this,

your case, I believe, will finally
get him off the streets.

Now, you want that, don't you?

Good.

Nelson's made a bail application,
but we're hoping he'll plead guilty

at the hearing
and then this will all be over.

Sir... One moment, please.

Do you understand, Emma?

He pleads guilty
and then this is over.

Correct. Now there is one more
thing.

Have you heard of a victim
statement?

It's your chance to tell
the court exactly how you feel.

More importantly, the impact this
experience has had on your life.

You write it all down
and it's read out in court.

It's your chance.

It's a powerful chance
to influence the sentencing.

I'm not sure I really...

Many survivors say it's
a positive experience.

It gives you a voice in the process.

Right.

But there must be a reason?

I'm afraid, Miss Cavendish,

most stillbirths are classified
officially as unexplained.

As you'll see from the postmortem
report, this was.

And there's nothing that could
have been done...

that I could
have done differently?

I...

I noticed she hadn't moved
for a while.

Did I...

Should I have kept counting
Isabel's movements?

You came in with abdominal pain?

No, not really.

A few Braxton Hicks, but those
are normal at 39 weeks, I was told.

An examination of your placenta
showed it was on the small side,

umbilical cord slightly thinner.

However, these reasons alone aren't
enough to explain the death.

I'm very sorry.

I should have gone in earlier.

I can refer you to a bereavement
counsellor if you wish.

No... thank you.

All the other information's in here.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Hey, Emma.

Was that tenancy stuff all OK?

Oh, yeah, yeah, all sorted. Thanks.

You know someone's buried
there at your house? Sorry?

Two people actually
right under the building.

I noticed it when I checked
the deeds on the planning portal.

It's perfectly legal so long as you
tell the council and mark it

on the plans and that tenancy

no pictures, no cushions.

It's pretty freaky, right?

No, it's amazing.

And I love it there.

Right.

Right.

Are you going to stay the night,
the whole night,

or do your moonlight flit?

I like to start work early.

When you left, the house made me
redo the questionnaire.

Not sure I like being an experiment.

All buildings are designed
to have an effect on people

castles to intimidate,
churches to inspire.

Why shouldn't the house be designed
to give you a framework to live by?

Most people would say a house
should serve its occupants,

not the other way around.

We are not most people.

The questionnaire was a condition
of you moving in.

It's not just the questionnaire.

It's been a rough day.

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

So, are all your relationships
like this?

Semidetached.

They are now.

What was she like?

Your wife.

I actually have a question for you.

Why don't you like being kissed?

It's OK, you don't have to tell me.

I was raped.

What?

Partly why Simon and I broke up.

Emma...

I am so...

Well, then this is too soon, surely?

No.

No.

This...

You.

Being here, somehow, I... I feel.

Closed in.

Safe.

You sure?

It's like when I'm with you...

I'm not the person it happened to.

Someone else.

And if you like me, then maybe
I'm not, so...

I'm being stupid.

Maybe I could be more like
the person

you imagined living here with.

What do you mean?

She's buried here, isn't she?

Elizabeth.

Yes.

It sounds stranger than it is.
It's...

It's an old Japanese custom
hitobashira.

They believe it brings good luck.

She always said she wanted
to be buried near

one of our buildings, so...

I think it's romantic.

I guess we've both got shit to deal
with.

But, you know, every day
I wake up here...

all traces of the day before are
gone...

like a clean slate.

I never thought of it like that,
before.

As you come through that
claustrophobic front lobby

into this void, you experience
what architects call

compression and release

the small space making the bigger
one feel even bigger.

It's a good example of how
Monkford's buildings,

although they seem to break with
the past, used classical techniques.

The RIBA judges described it as
a house of many moods,

but it's also a test bed
for new technologies.

Effectively, the house has its own

that interacts with the occupants,
monitoring their wellbeing,

adjusting to their mental state

and subtly encouraging them to live
up to the standards

set by their surroundings.

It's strongly influenced
by the Japanese concept of wabi

an austere disciplined serenity,
effortless perfection.

The house is so energy efficient

it actually returns power
to the national grid.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm seeing how you store
your things.

Can you please stop? That's private.

No-one who lives here should
expect privacy.

You signed that away, remember?

Here's a question.

What else are you prepared to do
to live in a house

you clearly can't afford? Excuse me?

He's been sleeping here, hasn't he?
Edward. Get out.

He certainly knows his way
around the bedroom,

but I'll give it to you you are
better dressed than the one before.

Let's see how long you last.

He said you knew your way
around the bedroom.

Peter has an unfortunate manner,
but he's a brilliant technologist.

He was suggesting that you and I...

if sex is some sort of payment
or part of the monitoring.

I'll speak to him.
And what was he even doing here?

I thought the open day was supposed
to be for architecture nerds.

Well, you wouldn't want him dropping
by unannounced, would you?

He was probably here checking something technical
and wanted... He said, "the one before."

What did he mean by that? Jane,
I'm sorry he unnerved you.

Peter is utterly harmless,
I promise.

I think after 15 years, I'd know.

But, as I say, I'll speak to him.

Oh, please.

Please.

Oh, seriously?

Not now, not fucking today.

Agree, agree, agree, agree, agree,
agree, agree, agree, agree, agree.

I am so sorry I'm late.

Emma, this is John Broome,
your prosecution barrister.

There have been a few developments
we need to speak to you about.

Have a seat, Emma.

Ray Nelson has pleaded not guilty
to all charges,

and he has challenged the evidence.

What does that mean?
I don't understand.

His solicitor claims that the video
footage from your phone

is not enough to charge him with
rape.

It seems the judge thinks
they have a point.

What? The defense have applied
to have your evidence excluded

and the judge is going to hear them.

It seems there's sufficient reason
for a Section 78 application.

It means that the judge is going
to cross-examine you herself today

to determine if there is indeed
a case to be put before a jury.

No, I was, I was just...

I was meant to give her my victim
statement,

and someone else was meant to read
it. Yeah, that's...

That's changed now, I'm afraid.

You will be in front of a judge.

On the back of this development...

Nelson's solicitor has put in
a no-case-to-answer application.

Nelson's just been granted bail.

He's out?

Just for now, Emma, and you're
a strong witness.

We've both seen your initial video
interview,

and once the judge hears
your account,

I'm sure she'll come to the same
conclusions we have.

Oh, God, I can't... I don't...
I need the bathroom.

Can I use the bathroom, please.
Of course.

This is not a shit show.

I think you're about to lose
your star witness.

Are you OK, Emma? I know this is
a lot to take in.

If I talk to a judge,
will he go to prison?

That's definitely our best chance,
yeah.

We're almost there, Emma.

It looked like she'd been sleeping
up there, as if she were hiding.

Why would anyone do that?

Do we know her name?

Emma Matthews.

You're kidding.

Her?

Yeah.

Erm, she looks just like you.

Brown skin, brown hair, brown eyes
doesn't exactly make us twins.

I'm not saying you look like every
curly, afro-haired girl in London.

I'm saying you look like her.

Same eyes, same jawline.

What was his wife's name?

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth... Monk.

What?

Not quite so unencumbered,
after all.

Good morning.

Jane, isn't it? Please come in.

So I was hoping you'd be able
to tell me a little about her.

And you're Emma's sister, I presume?

No, no relation, although I know
we look alike.

You mentioned on the phone
you'd suffered a bereavement.

I lost a baby.

But I prefer to talk about Emma
for now, if that's OK.

Well, I'm afraid I'm not allowed
to speak about clients.

Confidentiality doesn't end
with their death.

I hope you understand.

Why don't you tell me why
you wish to speak about Emma?

I guess... I'm a little curious.

I know she died in the house
I'm living in and...

I found her things in a service
cupboard,

as though she were living or hiding
in there.

Your card was among them.

I thought of asking Edward...
Edward?

Edward Monkford, the architect and
landlord.

And what's the nature of
your relationship with him,

if you don't mind me asking?

We're seeing each other.

It's been a couple of months now.

Jane, I'm going to stop you there.

As a therapist, I am bound
by confidentiality...

except when breaking
this confidentiality

may prevent serious harm to another.

What? I don't understand.

You're living in the same house as
she did.

And you're having a relationship
with the same man.

Edward and Emma were together?

Yes.

Do you understand what I'm saying
to you, Jane?

You're in danger.