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Sutton.

Sutton.

I'm… I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry I-I wasn't there for you. I-I…

I miss you… so much.

I stepped in gum.

I got it off, but there's still a mark
on the side. Have you got a wipe?

Are you having a stroke or something, Dad?

Seriously, if you think you're gonna die,
you need to tell me your PIN code.

For your bank.

Go on, just blink it out if you have to.

It's, uh…

It's just so good to see you.

Oh, my God,
I had to get out of the house.

Laz and Bella were driving me nuts.
They're all over each other.

Go easy, Sutton. They're in love.

Come on, Dad.

Every time they talk, they start arguing.

I don't think that's quite true.

I actually think they only kiss
because it's something else

to do with their mouths.

Hey, that's not fair.

But we've
been through this.

They're not a good match.

It's not gonna end well.
You said so yourself.

People argue, Sutton.

It-it doesn't mean
they don't care for each other.

What about you and Laz? I mean,
you argue all the time, but you're close.

Aren't you?

Your brother loves you, Sutton.

You do know that, don't you?

Sutton?

Jenna wants to come out with us tonight.

I think it would be really good for her.

You'll let her come, won't you?

Yeah, uh…

Yes, I will, but,

-Sutton--
-I'm gonna break up with Billy.

-What?
-I don't want to talk about it,

but just thought I should let you know
in case things are weird with his mum.

-You know, Margot?
-Uh, but why? I mean,

did-did something happen? What…

-What's wrong? Tell me.
-Tell me the truth.

The truth?

How do I look?

You look perfect.

Why did you let her leave the dance?

It's tonight.

Tonight.

Well,

I wanted to wear a suit.

Of course Billy had to throw a fit.

Don't go to the dance.

Please, Sutton.

Can you hear me? Sutton?

Sutton. Sutton!

-Oh, shit. I need to go.
-No.

No, no, no, no, no. Sutton.
Sutton, it's me. It's Laz.

Please don't go to the dance.
You don't have to go.

We can stay here. We can keep talking,
we can, we can sort everything out.

Right, j-just-just, just stay.

Stay, please. Please… j-just…

Don't leave me again, please?

-Please--
-Bye. I have to go.

Billy will kill me if I'm late.

No, wait!

Wait! Wait!

Sutton?!

-Hi.
-Hi.

Hi, uh, I-I'm here to see Billy MacIntyre.

I-If you say,
"Joel Lazarus is here to see him…"

Laz.

Thank you. Hi.

What an office.

Yeah. Come in.

Sorry I didn't talk to you at the funeral.

Been away on a break.

Just needed to get home.

Yeah, no worries.

Where were you-- somewhere nice?

Caribbean.

How are you, Laz? Really.

Uh…

Hard to take in, to be honest.

How's your mum?

Can't have been easy.

Finding Dad like that.

She's still pretty shaken.

Wasn't just that she found him, she…

had been working for your dad
her whole life.

Jesus, you know, she sometimes
used to answer the home phone with,

"Dr Lazarus' office,
this is Margot MacIntyre, how can I help?"

He was a good man, Laz, your dad.

He always took the time to talk.

Offered advice about…

being good to myself.

-Forgiving myself.
-Forgiving?

He said it was natural
to carry guilt over Sutton.

That it wasn't my fault.

Why did you let her leave the dance?!

Now I feel guilty I didn't
see enough of him in later years.

When did you see him last?

Honestly couldn't tell you.

-When did I last see you? Years, right?
-Hm.

That's life, I guess.

Work. Kids.

Can I ask you something, Billy?
Since I've, uh…

Since I've been back, there's some things
I'd like to get straight in my head.

About Sutton.

Well, what about Sutton?

How she was feeling just before the dance.

Of course.

Yeah, I s--
I mean, I saw her earlier that day

and-and the more I think back,

I can't shake the idea
that something was wrong.

Nothing was wrong. Not as far as I knew.

She was… happy.

Excited.

What were you arguing about
the night she died?

Olsen.

Olsen said you guys
were fighting that night--

Why would you believe him, Laz?

-Laz, he fucking killed her.
-Yeah, I thought that, too.

-Yeah.
-But I was wrong.

See, I think he's innocent.

Olsen has never been innocent.

I mean, you remember
that stuff in the papers?

Stealing some woman's underwear.
He's sick.

Yeah, of course he tried to paint me
as the hot-tempered boyfriend.

I mean, he even told
the fucking police he saw us arguing.

-So you and Sutton weren't arguing?
-Yeah, we had

a fight, yeah, but it wasn't anything new.

Same old stuff. She was going off to uni,

I didn't want her to stay in halls because
it would be harder for me to visit.

You didn't…

…break up?

Me and Sutton?

Why would you think that?

We were never happier.

Let's look at this
a bit differently, then.

If Cassandra killed Neil Croft
with that statue,

then why keep it?

-It's a trophy.
-A trophy?

-Mm-hmm.
-But we've always believed

Neil killed Cassandra.

So who killed her
if Neil was already dead?

Another boyfriend.

Why are you so sure

that she killed him
and not the other way around?

Hunch.

-I mean, he was found in her flat.
-Please.

Neil Croft had a history of violence
towards Cassandra Rhodes.

She was strangled, he vanished.

Because he told everyone and their dog

that he'd always wanted
to start a new life in India,

that was where it was assumed he was.

Right, but he was actually in the attic.

So, who put him there, if not Cassandra?

You think Cassandra carried Neil's body
all the way up to the attic?

So she had help.

I don't know,
i-it makes sense, doesn't it?

-If she was seeing someone else--
-If she did

kill him first. We don't know that.

We're waiting on the PM and forensics.

We don't even know for sure
it is Neil yet.

So, Detective Brown
wants to talk to you.

Don't avoid her calls.

Is that wise?

Well, do you want to fill her in
on Casper and friends? 'Cause I don't.

So, until you come up with an explanation
that doesn't involve the woo-woo,

I suggest you keep your distance,
for all our sakes.

Why here?

Had to think of a place
Brown would never find me. Ta da.

-Nothing to do with "Three Meat Monday"?
-How dare you?

They do it every day now, so…

Gunshot residue report.

From your dad's body.

It was under his fingernails, mate.

So he did fire the gun. I'm sorry.

It's all consistent
with a self-inflicted wound.

Except it can't be.

So, what else you been up to?

I saw Sutton today.

Okay. When you say you saw her…

It was that night.

I should have… I should have been
watching out for her.

After the dance.

It's what Dad told me to do.

Okay, Laz.

Why are you torturing yourself like this?

I know it's hard.

Thinking of what might have been.
If only this or that were different.

I get it, I do.

But these… ghosts?

The real Dr L, the real Sutton
would never want you to--

She was right there, Seth.

Right in front of me.

Just like Cassandra. Just like Neil.

Okay. Okay.

And they were all murdered.

I think whoever killed Sutton
killed Cassandra, killed Dad.

And I'm going to prove it.

Who's Marlowe?

Marlowe… was

a cat we once had.

You two had a cat?

-Yeah. A stray your mum took in.
-What type of cat?

A leaky one.

The cat peed everywhere, Aidan.

We couldn't always find where,

so we needed…

Ah, this. Knew it was here.

Dug it out after we had a spate
of counterfeit twenties.

It'll show you all the piss, poo,

blood, vomit and any other

bodily fluid you should never want to see.

Thank you.

Weird request, I know.

Well, let's just hope you're wrong.

If you do have a mouse.
Jenna's not gonna let you buy a trap.

You are right.

-Mm-hmm.
-Thank you.

-Welcome.
-See you.

Sutton?

Hey, Doc. Sorry I'm late.

Hi.

What's good for a hangover?

And don't say
heavy drinking the night before.

Wouldn't dream of it.

-You, uh, you okay?
-I will be

once you and your friend stop shouting.

I went out last night. Like a light!

But before that, I went to the pub.

Just the local.

To, uh, meet someone?

Nah. Though I did get
chatting to the barmaid.

Her name's Bambi. Would you believe that?

Not sure I do.

I made her laugh.

Think there was a… like, a connection?

I thought maybe, you know? But…

she was tired, said she had a tough day.

Right.

-Maybe her mother died.
-So I said…

What?

Bambi.

Like the film?

Yeah. Like the film.

Maybe her mother died.

Very good.

Wish I thought of that.

I did it.

I went up to the desk. Gave my name.

Said, "I'm Harry Nash
and I need to talk to someone."

Harry.

They sent someone out and I…

I made a statement.

Okay. This statement--

-wh-what exactly--
-Enough!

You told me it was the right thing to do.

You were the one
who encouraged me to go to the police.

-I did.
-But I said

I wasn't ready!

What if he works out I've reported him?

Do you know what he's capable of?

Do you know what he'd do
if he knew we were even talking?

He's evil. When they come for him…

What if he works out it was me?

Oh. Oh, Jesus.

Harry…

Can you promise me
it's gonna be okay, Doc?

It is, isn't it?

Can you promise me it's gonna be okay?

Please.

Promise me.

Harry…

Uh…

Harry?

And he's gone.

He was murdered.

You seem surprised.
I did say there'd be others.

He was abused as a child.

Frequently.

By a priest who coached
his school football team.

-He reported his abuser.
-That was brave of him.

Well, he was doing
what you advised him to do, Dad.

Yeah. I imagine so.

What, uh…

what measures did you take
to keep him safe?

I'm sorry, but it almost sounds
like you're questioning my ethics.

Harry was your patient, Dad.
His safety is your responsibility.

And you don't think I took
that responsibility seriously?

I mean, I agree, that would be terrible.

Unforgivable. But is it true?

-Let's unpack it together, shall we?
-Yeah fine, Dad.

Explain it to me. Explai-Explain Harry.

'Cause here you've written,
"The trauma Harry has suffered

is so buried, so deeply entwined
in his personality--"

In cases such as this,

progress can only be
achieved by taking risks.

Taking that leap into…

The abyss?

He's dead, Dad.

This poor man is dead.

Killed by his greatest fear. This-this…

this paedophile.

How is that, in any world, progress?

And then… and then there's Cassandra.

You encouraged her to stand up
to a man who could have killed her.

But he didn't kill her.

Did he?

Because she killed him.

In front of you.

You helped her cover it up, didn't you?

You helped get Neil's body
up into that bloody attic.

And what should I have done,
in your esteemed opinion?

Well, gone to the police, Dad!

Cassandra was a very vulnerable person.

A life in prison would have been
a better fate for her

than the one she actually met?

I'm-I'm honestly asking.

Stop it, Dad!

Stop trying to avoid
hearing what I'm saying!

Listen to me!

Why should I?

Despite the fact that I have at least

30 more years' experience than you,

I'm the one that needs to listen? Really?

Very well.

I'm all ears.

You may have more years on me, Dad,

but I'm the one with the real experience.

In that hospital--
that's pain, that's trauma.

Not just sitting in this cosy office.

Cosy? I'd say more well-appointed.

Locked away from what actually matters.

Life.

Dirty messy, real fucking life!

You never said this to me
when I was alive, Joel.

We didn't have
that kind of relationship, Dad.

So, you think I don't know

what real life is

and you do?

I think

your tolerance for suffering
isn't what it was.

-I think after Sutton--
-Don't.

I think after Sutton,
you couldn't take any more.

I always looked up to you.

My brilliant dad, the great Dr Lazarus.

The man who never abandoned anybody.

You looked up to me?

But before Sutton

you never wanted to follow me
into this field.

After Sutton,
you became a forensic psychiatrist.

-Why would you do that?
-Why?!

'Cause I wanted to be
better than you, Dad.

I wanted to be better than you.

Maybe I'm not just seeing
the ghosts of murdered victims.

Maybe what I'm really seeing
is your failings.

Bit of a cliché, as diagnoses go,

but, you know.

Whatever gets you through the night.

This man.

This man--
I think-I think I know his face.

How-how do I know…

My name

is Franklin Barnway.

This is my last confession.

I know I'm damned.

It's what I deserve.

What I did to those children

can never be undone.

I'm sorry for what I did to Harry.

But killing him?

That sin's on someone else.

Frank!

I didn't do it.

I never killed Harry, I didn't.

So you still need to find out whoever did

because it definitely wasn't me.

Frank!

Frank!

Frank!

No, Frank-- No, no, no, no!

Shit!

Remind me wh-- Uh…

when this was, exactly?

September 28.

Last year.

He must have planned it.

Yeah.

There was nothing impulsive
about his actions.

He knew when maintenance was on the roof.

Somehow got a bar to block the door.

-You didn't have him on a watch list?
-No.

I didn't think he was a risk.

Father Frank actually requested

not to be considered for parole.

Felt he was being justly punished.

For paedophilia.

Alfie.

It's easy to miss the signs.

If there even were any.

I'm sure if I ever spoke to Frank,

I would have come
to the same conclusions you did.

You did speak to him.

You covered a session with him for me.

Twice.

I think.

Did I?

I… I mean, I rem--

I remember seeing him around, but I don't…

Well, I-I've seen so many.

Like you said.

You see so many people.

You think he's telling the truth--

-that he, uh, didn't kill Harry Nash?
-Frank admitted

to arguably much worse crimes, but…

…he always insisted he wasn't a murderer.

Is it still stained--
the place where the priest fell?

How'd you know why I'm here, Arlo?

Saw you arrive.

Saw you take in his final stop.

Did you know him?

Padre? Yeah.

He was a good man.

And he was an evil man.

Well, which one is it, Arlo?

People can be both, Dr Laz.

Maybe we all are.

Good and evil,
all wrapped in the same package.

All that really matters
is which one wins out in the end.

Don't they teach you that at head school?

Heard your daddy met his maker.

I don't just see things.

I hear things, too.

Sins of the father.

Visited upon the son.

Heard there was brains everywhere!

What did you say?

What the fuck did you say?!

God said he'd do it.

Just for me.

-She's dead.
-My beautiful Sutton.

-I never killed Harry. I didn't.
-Frank!

Promise me.

There's a man

who's stalking me.

Others who were murdered.

-Sutton?
-Murdered!

Sutton?

Why did you let her leave the dance?!

I'm a bit worried about Laz.

I think losing your dad has…

has brought a lot of older stuff,

-you know?
-Older stuff.

What, like Sutton?

They were twins, Jenna.

I know what they were.

She wasn't just his sister, Seth.

He doesn't have the monopoly
on being fucked up by that.

No, I know. I'm just…

I'm not saying that you guys

didn't have your own bond, but

he was the one that found Sutton, Jenna.

That night, it was Laz that found her.

And I'm a copper, you know.
You know, I get…

I get called to these scenes, and you…

you see some terrible things.

It's always strangers.

It's never your own family.

I can only imagine how that
would fuck someone up, you know?

He said this to you?

Sort of.

Oi, oi.

Oops.

Should've moved away,

but that would've looked like guilt.

I thought it would die down.

Oh. Margot's a lifesaver.

I wouldn't have got through
half this admin without her.

Hello, Joel. How have you been?

Uh, okay.

And you?

-Oh…
-Billy, uh,

Billy told me you were holding up.

Not easy, I know.

You saw Billy?

Um… Well, how-how was he?

Uh, good. He certainly looked good.

-Oh…
-That's the Caribbean for you.

Um… And what did you talk about?

I mean, the boys--
he-he has two beautiful boys now.

We mostly talked about the past, actually.

-The past?
-The night Sutton was killed.

Oh. Uh…

Why-why were you talking about that?

Well, Billy was the last person
to see our sister alive, Jenna.

How can we not talk about it?

Joel.

You-you need to move on.

That's what your father would say.

Margot, with respect,

if you wanted me to know
what my father said, you can tell me

-what was on the rest of the note he left.
-Laz.

You think I'm hiding something?

You certainly weren't rushing to tell me

-about Cassandra Rhodes, were you?
-That has--

-Or Harry Nash.
-Sorry,

who's Harry Nash?

He, um, he was
a patient of your father's.

He was murdered.

-What?
-Do you not think

that's strange, Margot?

You not mentioning that to me
when I asked about Cassandra?

A second murdered patient?

It wasn't my place.

Your father wouldn't have wanted me
to disclose anything about his clients.

-Laz.
-The man arrested for Harry's murder--

before he died,
he swore he never killed anyone.

I don't think he was lying.
He had no reason to.

He admitted abusing children.

-Oh, God.
-Oh… Okay.

I don't know what's going on here,

-but it's gone far enough.
-Whoever murdered

Harry Nash is still out there,

and it could be the same person
who murdered Cassandra, and--

-And what?
-Come on,

Teddy, we're going. Teddy, come.

-This way. Goodbye.
-No, Margot--

Thank you for the wine. This way.

Okay.

What the actual fuck?

Margot knows

more than she's saying.
I mean, you-you heard--

She was Dad's
personal assistant for years.

-She's discreet.
-Well-well-- I mean,

why was she even here-- admin?

Fuck yeah, admin.

We needed access to Dad's business account

-or they won't even give us time to pack.
-Pack?

What do you mean?

The lease on Dad's office

is up in two weeks.

No, no. We…

we have to keep the office open.

Why? Dad's not here to use it.

No, no. Jen…

Jen, you don't understand.

I mean they-they ca-c--
they can't do this.

I-I need to be able to get in there.
I mean,

if-if I can't… I can't-I can't--

-Hey, Laz?
-Shit.

Are you okay?

Why are you asking about Dad's patients--

these… these people that died?

Laz?

You need to tell me what's going on.

And don't bullshit me.

Just don't.

Okay.

Laz, why do you think

they're appearing to you

and-and not me?

You'd think I'd be the one

most open to that world.

Do you know what I do for a living?

Jenna, it's not like I want this.

Okay.

When I, uh, when I mentioned

Billy being on holiday,
Margot didn't know.

Oh, what does that matter?

Well, uh…

if he wasn't away, I mean, he could have…

Someone led me to Sutton's grave

the other night.

It was… it was draped in fairy lights.

Fairy lights?

What, and you think Billy…

I don't know, Jenna.

When I, uh…

when I saw Sutton, she told me that she…

she was gonna break up with Billy.

On the-the day of the ball?

Billy… Billy said they were good,
that they were

just fighting about uni, and…

But, you know, he could-he could…

What was it like?

Seeing Sutton?

Yeah.

It was beautiful.

To be with her.

-To talk with her again.
-She…

she actually talked to you?

Well, it's…

it was really with Dad, you know?
That was--

That's how it works.

But I, uh…

I don't know why I was shown
that night, though. Yeah?

That moment.

That moment between them.

Laz…

You expecting someone?

No.

So, what happened?

I told you.

They chased me and I fell into a bush.

Yeah, but why'd you come here?

Mum would make a big deal of it.
You know what she's like.

Yeah. I know what she's like.

When you and my mum were married…

…did you ever want kids?

Um…

We were kids.

Maybe if we'd stuck it out,

who knows?

Yeah, good.

Aidan?

Your mum'll be worried.

It's all right, I'm gonna

-drive him home.
-No, I've…

-I've got my bike.
-Are you sure?

It's no bother.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm-I'm sure. Thanks.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Bye.

Me and you, we're going to the office.

Now.

I want to talk to them.

Dad?

Dad?

Sutton?

Shh.

I'm sorry, Jen.

Think it only works for me.

How?

You don't know that.

I do.

Seth already tried.

What?

You told Seth before me?

I had no choice, Jen.

I found a dead body.

-He needed to know the truth.
-The truth?

He thinks you're having another breakdown.

Like after Sutton.

Wow.

-Laz?
-I'm fine.

I am fine, Jen.

It's not gonna happen again.

I promise.

Good.

And who's to say it won't work for me?

I'm not like Seth.

I'm a Lazarus, like you.

-I know.
-Do you?

You only told me when your back

-was against the wall.
-Just give me a fucking break, Jenna.

None of this is about you.

Yeah, Laz.

Sort of knew that.

Jen…

I'm going.

Can't keep doing this, Dad.

Oh.

You're Dr Lazarus?

Yes, I'm, uh, Dr Lazarus.

Colleagues said you were…

-What?
-Presentable.

Uh, dapper, even.

Uh…

Well, I'm-I'm…

told I can be.

I'm sorry.

I'll start again, shall I?

I'm Laura.

Thanks for fitting me in so late.

Laura.

It's fine. Um…

…have a seat.

Is something worrying you?

I hate being on this side.

The talking side.

Do…

You're a psychiatrist?

-I told your secretary at the time I--
-Yes,

of course.

Uh, I just… I forgot.

Uh… busy day.

So, um…

…how are you?

Sorry.

I…

I don't think this is the right fit.

I've been using the same woman for…

It's not you. It's me.

-I haven't heard that in a while.
-No, I imagine not.

Do you know what? Let's, um…

Let's make this in-informal.

A…

…chat between, uh,

fellow pros.

My usual therapist retired.

Ripe old age of 29.

She said she wanted to get out

before it gave her stress wrinkles.

Bitch.

All the worry…

The pain and the fear…

…can't just shower it off, can you?

It… it leaks into you.

And into the spaces you inhabit.

Like this office, for example.

And yet we're still
expected to be infallible.

It's still our duty to look after
anyone who comes to us.

Yeah, but perfection isn't possible.

It's not possible, that's why I do this.

I go talk to someone else.
Give them stress wrinkles.

I suppose, even though
you know the advice you'd give,

it's, uh, it's hard to take it yourself.

Mm, sometimes you have to hear it
from someone else.

You got any advice for me?

For you, Dr Lazarus?

Yeah.

No, I-I'd like to hear it.

Leave.

Get out of this place.

Excuse me?

Go for a walk. A drink. Uh, a meal.

Maybe go with someone you don't know.

To avoid falling into the same patterns.

If, of course, your, um,
your family life allows it.

You do have a family, don't you?

I do, yeah.

Right. Well, I imagine
that takes up a lot of your free time.

It's not something
I need to be concerned about.

It's just you?

Yeah.

Uh…

Your name, uh,

Laura…?

Mainard.

Mainard.

What happened to you, Laura Mainard?

Help yourself to another drink. I'm, uh…

Just…

"It's not over."
What the hell does that mean?

You tell me.

I'm gonna break up with Billy.

This look familiar?

What does that symbol mean?

This is your work, Billy.

Don't deny it.
You were always sketching us.

-Where did you find this?
-What is it?

What is it, a stool?

It's a dolmen.

I was into all that
mythology stuff back then.

Sutton always liked how it looked.

Well, that dolmen

was on my dad's suicide note.

Why?

-Maybe…
-Maybe what?

We did talk about it. Me and him.

He was interested in the symbolism.

Some people think
they were built as portals.

Portals to what?

The next world.

They were positioned to face the sunrise.

Look…

Sutton liked it.
That's why it's on the book.

As to why it was on your dad's…

note?

I don't know.

I'm sure it was hard finding this.

Seeing her…

like she was.

Don't change the conversation, Billy.

She broke up with you, didn't she?

The night of the dance.

That's what you were arguing about.

Yeah, you lied to me. To my face.

-Laz…
-Why did you do that?

Why do you think?

I didn't want people thinking we…

that we were in a bad place that night.

They never got anyone for her murder, Laz.

I didn't want people
pointing fingers at me.

Why did she break up with you?

Laz… we were kids.

Breaking up was…
part of what happened back then.

But why that night? And I swear, Billy,

if you bullshit me one more fucking time…

I knew Sutton was gonna dump me.

She hinted at it.

And I gave her the sketchbook
to try and change her mind.

To…

…show her how I felt about her.

She…

She didn't care.

And I'm not proud of it…

…but I wanted to really hurt her.

Make her feel

what I was feeling.

So, to get back at her,

I went with another girl

and made sure she caught us.

Billy?

You sick, sick bastard!

Who were you with that night, Billy?

Who were you with?

Jenna.

Jenna?