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One morning in the month of June down by
a rolling river, there a weary traveler

chanced to stay and he bailed his lover.
As each letter eyes were brown, hair

and ringlets hanging down, she had a
lovely face without a frown just as the

tide was flowing.

All right.

Frankly.

Third time this week I've had to call
the police.

Come on. This town's being taken over by
yobbs.

He's been keeping me hostage.

I found him there asleep, surrounded by
all the food he'd pilfered. What,

freestyle custard creams?

Follow me.

Um, yeah.

What's your name?

Adam Walsh.

What were you doing in that man's shed?

I came to save a mate last night, but we
fell out.

Just needed to get my head down, but
then I woke up and that old crank had

locked me in.

Am I going to get done or what?

I don't think they hand out custodial
sentences for stealing biscuits.

Custodial.

As in custard creams.

Forget it.

Where do you live?

Exeter. Okay, straight on the train. Go
on home. Don't want to see you around

here again.

I just want to get home, have a shower
and some food.

I'm starving.

Oh.

Mums, cheese and homemade pickle
sandwiches.

Take it for the journey if you like. Oh,
cheers.

Okay. Go on.

Oi! Is that it?

You won't be having any more trouble
from him, Mr. Franklin.

I'll hold you personally responsible if
I do.

Just so you know, Mr. Franklin, false
imprisonment is also a criminal offence.

Oh, Humphrey and I appreciate that.

Thanks. Bye.

That was Hannah.

Checking on us after our meeting the
other day.

Pausing fostering still feels like the
right thing to do.

Yeah, it's probably for the best.
Especially now we're back living with

mum. Exactly.

Green or blue?

What do you think?

It's a bit formal for a Tuesday morning.

The WI ladies are taking me out tomorrow
evening.

Again? Oh, between us.

They've become slightly suffocating
since I've become counsellor.

Oh, they're both nice.

The green one, then.

You're just saying that to shut me up.

Humphrey. Green to match your eyes.

My eyes are brown.

Charlie Orr.

On my way.

Saved by the bell.

Hiding from the paparazzi.

Pardon?

Well, don't get me wrong, they're very
stylish.

Not a criticism.

Is it an image revamp?

No.

It's a tension headache from a cricked
neck and no sleep, but thanks for the

compliment.

Rosewood Cottage. Where are you?

Are you the police?

Hello?

Mrs Harris?

I've been hiding in case they came back.

Oh, darling, I am so sorry. I was with a
client. My phone was off.

Um, Clive Harris, June's husband.

D .I. Goodman, this is D .S. Williams.

I'm sorry we weren't here earlier, too.

It's slightly tricky to find.

We are tucked away here. It was much
easier to find when the woodwork was

albeit slightly garish.

Uh, shall we go inside, Mrs. Harris?

Look at it.

They've wrecked the place.

Sorry, Mrs Harris. What exactly did you
notice was wrong?

The whole place was upside down.

They'd turned the drawers out.

This chair was on its side.

It was all a mess.

How are you so good at it?

At what?

Adulting.

I mean, you make it look so easy doing
ten different things at once and you're

not even stressed.

I'm just good at hiding it.

Besides, stress isn't always a bad
thing. We wouldn't get what we wanted

it. But what if you don't know what you
want?

Like, I really like what I do here, but
I'm just worried that it's not what I

want to do long -term.

I should hope not.

I don't want to see you go, Zoe, but
you've got a whole life to live.

Doing what, though?

You're 18. You've got bags of time.

Pick. Six years trying to be a vet.

Trying to be a vet? No.

I'm just making a point.

How did you decide?

I didn't.

I went travelling.

Thailand, Vietnam, Malaysia and the
Caribbean.

That must have been incredible.

It was the best thing I could have done.
I went alone and it taught me more than

any course ever did.

Really? Weren't you frightened?

Sometimes, but that's life, isn't it?

My advice is to have all the experiences
you can, good and bad.

Take risks.

Choose adventure, Zoe.

Bingo.

I know what I saw.

You're sure there's nothing missing?

I've checked.

Everything appears to be where it
should.

Understanding attachment disorders by Dr
Clive Harris.

I'm a clinical psychologist.

And a published one at that.

I'm sorry, what happens now?

Without any evidence of a break -in,
then I'm afraid there's nothing much we

do. I am not mad!

No -one's projecting that, Mrs Harris.

You don't need to.

Clive is diagnosing me as we speak.

June, that's not true.

Yeah, thank you both for your time. I'm
sorry if I've wasted it.

Of course not. You're very welcome.

Nothing to apologise for.

Have there been any causes for concern
with June recently, psychologically?

Nothing. I'm as perplexed as you are.
Yes, well, you know where we are.

Yes, Sergeant.

Thank you.

Might be the start of something to do
with her mental health?

Yes.

Well, there's a buck coming.

I believe her.

You think someone trashed the place,
then immediately put... Everything back

exactly as it was. Not exactly as it
was. Dr Harris' book was upside down.

That's odd.

Don't you think?

And the rest of the shelves were so
neat.

A profile here on the eminent Dr Clive
Harris in the Times last month.

I became a psychologist because I care.

Oh, the burglary on Millstone Lane.

I'd give my right arm for a burglary at
the minute.

Honestly, if I get one more call out
about kids doing wheelies in the high

street or eating people's custard
creams, I'm going to scream.

Well, it wasn't actually a burglary, so
you didn't miss out on anything.

But I took the call.

Poor woman was hysterical.

House was immaculate.

What's going on then?

Not sure yet, but she certainly seemed
convincing.

Maybe.

It's like that old film where the
husband gaslights the wife into thinking

gone doolally.

Oh, what's it called now?

Um... Gaslight?

That's the one.

Oh. It says here they fostered, too.

Dr Harris's interest in attachment
theory inspired him and his wife to

children from troubled backgrounds.

Doesn't sound like a manipulative
gaslighter.

Mum, I did an online quiz about this
and...

Apparently, I've got an anxious
attachment style.

Oh, I don't buy into all that nonsense.

That's because you're an avoidant. The
only thing I'm avoiding is cod

psychology. And this headache, if I can.

See?

You're masking the pain with pills when
you should be pinpointing the root

causes.

I can pinpoint one of them right now,
actually, Margot.

Stress. That's what's going on here.

Cortisol flooding the nervous system.

I bet I know what started it and all.

Or should I say, who started it? Yeah,
all right, Margot, thanks for the

insight, but I slept badly, that's all.
You should both try positive

affirmations. Now, every morning, I look
in the mirror and I say, I am enough,

out loud.

Here.

You try it.

I am enough.

No, no, no, no, no. It's a statement,
not a question.

Say it like you mean it.

I'm enough.

Less mumbly.

Punctuate each word.

I am enough.

I am enough.

All right.

Don't blow me ears off.

Now, you do that every morning and feel
the difference it makes.

Shipped another police station.

Hold the line for me, please, Mr Smith.

Apologies, Mr Smith.

He's just popped out.

Would you care to leave him a message
and I'll get him to call you back?

Will do.

Goodbye.

Didn't have the good grace to say
goodbye.

He wanted to call him back, ACP.

He says he's keen to know your decision.

Dr Harris, sorry to bother you.

Can I just check? Our next session is
Tuesday, isn't it?

Ten o 'clock, yes.

See you then, Amy.

Well, there's another liar.

That's why someone's tried to remove it.

The tumour's right, then.

It's odd, but I feel rather relieved.

Have you had any run -ins with anybody
recently, Dr Harris?

No.

There's nobody you know who might be
inclined to call you a liar?

Not at all.

You see, I did a bit of research after I
left you earlier, and I found

this.

A fellow psychologist, Roger Franklin,
accused you of plagiarising one of his

research papers last year.

How he was allowed to stay in the
profession all those years is beyond me.

That's the paper in question.

Breaking the cycle of insecure
attachment.

Roger's under the impression that he
invented Bowlby's theory of attachment.

It's ridiculous.

It's jealousy.

Plain and simple.

Good idea to start with him, then.

Maybe, but I'd be amazed if he had the
gumption to pull this off.

Anything else?

Unusual interactions?

Who was the last patient you saw?

Well, I bumped into one of them just
before I arrived earlier.

Amy Riley.

She was outside the office.

I wouldn't call it unusual, though.

So you didn't have an appointment?

No, not today, but I have a good rapport
with all of my patients, Detective.

Amy has a complex diagnosis, but she
deals with it admirably.

I've never had any cause to be
concerned.

Thank you, Doctor.

Hi.

Humphrey. Esther.

Hi. Hi. Hello, Archie.

Are you here to see Doctor... About some
wine.

Doctor Harris wanted some...

Advice. I'm so sorry to keep you.

Unfortunately, I'm going to have to
postpone our session.

Good to see you, Archie. You too.

So, someone trashes the house, then puts
everything back and cleans up after

themselves. Then goes and does the same
thing to Dr. Harrison's office.

Any thoughts?

Huh? Why would somebody commit a crime,
then try to undo it twice within a

couple of hours?

Esther?

Sorry, um, what was that?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Yeah, it's odd.

Some sort of psychological game, maybe?

Well, yes, possibly.

In any case, I'm pretty sure it'll
happen again, so we should submit an

request for access to his patient files,
and let's pay a visit to Roger

Franklin.

Hi, Margot.

Got a call from the manager at the train
station.

Fights broken out there on Platform One
between a couple of, uh... Don't tell

me. Kids.

Now, don't scream.

Remember, you are enough.

I've definitely had enough. Know that
much.

When the reed is cold When the reed is
cold

When the reed is cold When

the reed is cold Oh, I'm so

sorry.

I was miles away.

In, uh...

Dolphin Cove.

Have you been?

Oh, I wish.

It just says there.

Sorry, I wasn't snooping. It just caught
my eye. It's like paradise.

Doesn't it?

You planning a holiday?

Thinking about going travelling.

Seeing a bit of the world.

That sounds amazing.

Who are you going with?

I'm not sure yet.

Probably by myself.

Well, that's brave.

That's what life's about, isn't it?
Having those different experiences,

those risks.

Well, good for you.

As long as you take care of yourself.

Uh, Kelby?

I haven't told my mum yet, so please
don't say anything for you.

Mr. Franklin?

Yeah?

I'm D .I. Goodman. This is my colleague,
Detective Sergeant Williams.

Oh. Glad to see it's been passed up the
ranks.

Trust you'll be throwing the book at
that little toe rag who's been squatting

my shed.

They sent a young lad this morning,
barely out of his teens by the looks of

If you're referring to PC Hartford, then
he's a highly competent police officer

and a fully grown adult.

Yes, we're actually here to talk to you
about Dr Clive Harris, Mr Franklin.

What about him?

And his doctor, Franklin?

Dr Franklin, my apologies.

Can we have a quick chat?

Now? Yes.

Is there somewhere a little more private
we could go?

But that is what Dr. Harris said.

Absolutely preposterous. But you have
called Dr. Harris the liar in the past.

Because he is one. He stole my work and
got away with it scot -free. Oh, and you

wanted revenge?

Don't try and trick me, Detective.

For a start, I can't be in two places at
one time, can I?

And... If one of your own officers isn't
enough of an alibi, then I don't know

what is. I suppose that depends on what
time you arrived at the allotment. Oh,

here we go.

OK.

I got here about 8 o 'clock, unlocked
the shed, and saw some layabout sleeping

on the floor. End of story.

If it's Padlock from the outside, how
did he get in?

Well, I was here late last night, too,
about 1am.

I'm an insomniac.

Bane of my life.

I hadn't locked up when I left earlier
that day, so he must have got in then.

I put the padlock on and then came back
this morning and found him.

Happy?

And where were you at about 10am?

Still here, obviously.

Are there other people who can vouch for
you?

The other allotment holders?

Well, they've not long arrived. I mean,
I was alone for much of the time, as it

happens.

Right. Well, thanks very much for your
time, Mr Franklin.

Beg your pardon, Doctor.

Broken.

Yes, I noticed.

Thanks for the heads up.

I don't mind that.

I'd just give him that coat of varnish.

So you have.

Technically, Roger Franklin could have
broken into the Harris's, trashed it,

regretted it, tidied up, then come
straight here.

Er...

Technically, yes.

Although, judging by the state of his
shed, he doesn't strike me as being a

particularly fastidious cleaner.

Yeah.

So, what now?

Any ideas?

Yep. Piece of cake.

You know who did it?

No idea.

I mean, I want a piece of cake.

That's ridiculous.

Two lemon drizzles, two Americanos, a
large milk and a double espresso.

For Lady Gaga.

Hardly surprising I'm stressed,
considering the amount of dick I have to

with.

Oh, no, I can't take any more or I'll be
rattling.

They're useless anyway.

Sounds like you need a massage.

You should try this new place.

Apparently the masseuse is incredible.

No, thanks. Can't bear anybody touching
me, let alone when it's accompanied by

bare feet and pan pipes.

Mum, you should take some risks.

Get out of your comfort zone.

Hardly clap a neck massage. It's risk
-taking.

Great.

What are you doing?

Hi. I was wondering if you had any
availability for a massage later today?

Zoe? No.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

No.

Smith, from the hub.

He's chasing me for a decision on who
I'm letting go of.

There must be another way to deal with
these cuts. Surely.

Show them how well you can operate on a
strict budget.

Yeah, possibly.

Can I get a refund on the lemon drizzle?

I'm not sure that equates to someone's
yearly wage.

It's a start.

I knew it.

The lad fighting at the train station
before is the same one from the

this morning.

Some angry old man found him kipping in
his shed.

Roger Franklin?

How do you know that?

Because we interviewed him earlier about
the break -in at the Harris'. He's an

odd fish, that man.

I know his wife.

She's a thorny short of a picnic hamper
and all, truth be told.

Kicked him out a few weeks ago.

That explains why he spends so much time
at the allotment.

Apparently, they had a huge row because
he got suspended from his work. Oh.

What happened here, then?

Well, it was all over by the time I
arrived, but the station manager thinks

was something to do with drugs.

He heard the other lads shouting, we've
got a deal, you can't pull out.

Very good.

So, two crimes, two attempts to undo
those crimes.

What would an eminent psychologist have
to say about that?

Oh, that reminds me.

Email from Dr Harris' receptionist
arrived with his patient records

I've just sent it to you. Excellent.

I've just discovered something else very
interesting.

About Roger Franklin?

No, Amy Riley.

The patient Clyde mentioned this
morning, the one he saw just before he

discovered his office had been broken
into.

He was right about her complex
diagnosis.

Dissociative identity disorder.

Yeah, it's a psychological condition
where a person switches between

identities. Each identity or alter has
their own name, age and history.

It might explain the attempts to undo
each crime.

Because it was two different alters
belonging to the same individual?

Possibly. Oh, okay.

Shall we go and talk to her?

No, sorry, Sergeant. As your senior
officer, I am asking, no, ordering you

please stand down.

And go and have the massage your
daughter booked for you. Oh, no,

for purely selfish reasons, believe you
me.

Because I'm honestly not sure how many
more of those strange noises I can

to you make, OK?

So please, off you go.

Enjoy.

Right, Toby, you're with me.

Thanks so much. Have a lovely day. All
right.

Hello. Hiya, can I help you?

Amy Riley.

Can I have a quick chat, please?

I was a kid when it started.

Seven, maybe.

Nobody took any notice, really.

My parents just thought I had imaginary
friends.

It's not unusual when you're little, is
it?

But they weren't friends.

They were me.

Or part of me, anyway.

Would you mind telling us a little bit
about the other identities?

Past couple of years, it's been mainly
Becky.

Right. 16, always acting out, can't
stand authority.

Authority meaning Dr Harris?

Apparently she gives him a bit of a hard
time.

What, apparently?

I can't really tell you what my alters
are like.

You're best off asking other people.

Dr Harris says that Becky is always
taking the mick.

Calls him Clive, which is embarrassing.

He doesn't mind, but I do.

What does Amy think about him?

I think that he is a brilliant, kind
man.

I just can't believe I did this.

Wait, so you're admitting it was you?

Not me, I thought...

It sounds like just the sort of stump
Becky had pulled.

Why might Becky call Dr Harris a liar?

Well, she doesn't reckon there's
anything wrong with her.

She tells him that he's talking rubbish.

So if Becky is responsible for both
break -ins, and then you, Amy, put

right, then, well, wouldn't you remember
doing that?

Not all the time, no.

Especially if I go back to Amy in the
middle of doing some silly Becky stuff.

Sometimes I remember, sometimes I don't.

Can you tell us where you were between
eight and nine this morning?

At home.

I think my memory gets a bit fuzzy.

Sorry, I'm not being very clear, I know.
No, no, no, you've been really helpful.

I mean, thank you.

Dr Harris said he saw you this morning.

I was on my way to work.

So is it possible that you might have
switched to Becky and then back to

Amy just before you saw Dr Harris this
morning?

It could have happened.

Could have easily happened.

Your words up?

Yes, circumstantially.

She pretty much confessed, though.
That's more than circumstantial.

Well, a lifetime of not being in control
of your own actions has to take its

toll, Kelby.

Amy strikes me as someone ready to take
the blame for anything.

Unlike Roger Franklin.

Yes.

Have you had a hot stone massage before,
Esther?

Uh -uh. I've had a brick thrown at me,
if that counts.

Sorry?

Hazard of the job.

I'm a detective.

A detective?

Wow. No wonder you're stressed.

Now, it's perfectly normal to feel a
little nervous the first time. I'm not

nervous. Good.

Fine, thanks.

Good.

I don't normally enjoy this sort of

thing, but that feels amazing, actually.

My boyfriend's the same.

It's early days, though, so perhaps I
can convince them.

Most people would be delighted to have
free massages on tap.

Not Archie Hughes, though.

You are dense, aren't you?

Let's get in those shoulders.

Clive!

Becky.

Girl on shift with Amy. Said she had a
visit from the police before.

Said what happened.

I'm sorry, Becky, but I'm afraid I can't
have this conversation now. I'll see

you at our next session.

You know I never do anything like that,
don't you?

CLIMB!

No faith?

Can I assume that's because the massage
did the trick?

You can assume it's because I was so
desperate to get away from Archie's new

girlfriend that I left him behind.

What?

Oh, so, um, background search on
Franklin is pretty revealing.

Apparently his behaviour towards Clive
Harris was erratic, bordering on

unhinged. Hundreds of abusive emails and
phone calls.

I mean, it's a pretty solid case for a
disciplinary action.

No wonder his wife gave him the elbow.

Even more of a motive. He accuses Clive
Harris and his whole life just unravels.

It makes sense.

Yes. Apart from the undoing.

Oh, and that Mr Smith's been on again.

He's like a terrier with a bone, that
man. What's he after?

Oh, well, I suppose he's just new to the
role.

He wants to make sure he's communicating
regularly with everyone.

Well, he's certainly doing that.

I don't speak my next of kin as much as
I speak to him at the moment.

And as for communicating, I can't
understand half of what he's on about.

I mean, what's the KPI when it's at
home?

2.

Hannah told me that Rosie had something
she wanted to send us.

And? Nothing's arrived.

I keep rushing to the door every time
the post comes.

Why

didn't you mention it

sooner?

Because you've got so much on your mind.

Speaking of which, talk to me about
work. I know that's why you're still

Oh, do I have to?

Mr Smith is still hounding me for a
decision on who I'm going to let go.

The guys are still oblivious and I'm
still desperately trying to think of a

solution.

I've thought of myriad ways to save
money and none of it comes close to a

salary.

I can't stave him off for much longer.

Oh.

Did you hear them speak?

No. I collapsed straight away.

And the next thing I remember, I woke up
in the ambulance.

Oh, but my sisters... I will never
forgive myself for leaving him alone in

house. Come on now, Johnny. It's OK.

OK? It's not OK, Clive. This has to be
dealt with once and for all.

Is there something else we should know,
Dr Harris?

Clive.

I bumped into Amy Riley yesterday.

Or rather, her main alter, Becky.

She told me you'd spoken to her.

The ambulance.

Who called for it?

I've no idea.

Nor me.

The hospital phoned when he was
admitted.

It doesn't look like anything was
damaged.

Nothing obvious stolen either.

Laptops out on the desk in the office.

Woven polyester mix?

From cargo pants?

But this is grey.

Clive Harris said the intruder was all
in black.

Grey could be mistaken for black in the
dark, though.

They've caught themselves on something
when they ran out.

Right. So nothing damaged this time.

And nothing taken.

But something left behind.

Amy, does the name Edith mean anything
to you?

Edith? No.

You don't have an altar by that name?

No, not that.

Edith, no.

It's mainly Becky who is more than
enough.

Dr. Harris said he saw Becky yesterday.

Do you remember that?

I beg your pardon?

Can I have a quick word?

The recording of the 999 call from last
night just came through from emergency

services. I knew you'd want to listen to
it straight away.

Right, thanks, Margot.

Hello? Can you send an ambulance to the
house with the paint to Rosewood Cottage

on Millstone Lane?

Right. So it's fair to assume it's the
intruder making the call. And yet

attempt from them to reverse the damage
they've done.

They sound genuinely upset.

And definitely male.

Is that Amy Riley in the clear?

Mm -hm.

Plus, the caller started to refer to it
as the house with the pink woodwork. Do

you remember?

Clive mentioned it used to be pink.

Hello.

I just popped back to pick up a few bits
for Clive.

The doctors are being very positive, so
that's good.

Good.

Um... Sorry.

Uh, Mrs Harris.

Do you recognise this?

I've never seen it before.

It says Edith on the back.

Does that name mean anything to you?

Nothing.

And, um, sorry.

What about this?

Sorry.

Oh, Clive, uh...

You mentioned that the woodwork on the
house used to be pink.

That's right.

I don't suppose you remember how many
years ago it was painted white.

I do, if it happens.

It was ten years ago.

He'd just finished painting it when he
had his first heart attack.

I told him not to do it, that it would
be too strenuous, but he wouldn't

And that's when we had to give up
fostering.

Yes, of course, you fostered.

I read it.

My wife and I do.

Although we've had to put it on hold for
the moment.

It's a wonderful thing to do.

But hard not to get too attached.

Yes. We actually had a placement when
Clive fell ill.

A gorgeous boy.

He'd been with us for months. We talked
about adoption.

But social services were worried about
Clive's health.

We just didn't know what the future held
and how much care Clive would need.

The last thing I wanted was for Adam to
feel sidelined again.

He deserves so much more.

It must have been hard.

It was the hardest decision we ever had
to make.

I can't say I don't regret it.

No.

Sorry.

How old would Adam be now?

He'd be... what?

He'd have just turned 18.

18.

18. Pink.

And now they're white.

18. Thank you.

Kelby, what was his name?

Sorry, sir?

Your boy from the allotment, the one who
was fighting at the station, what was

his name?

Uh, Adam. Adam Walsh.

Edith is not a person.

It's a... place.

Specifically her children's home.

Edith's house in Exeter is for young
people aged 16 to 18 on the cusp of

care. Yep. I just spoke to the unit
manager. This hearing is included in a

leavers pack.

He also sent me over a photograph of the
most recent residents.

Look.

Adam. Yep, he left there a few days ago.

The manager said that once they turn 18,
then there's little support from social

services. What's his connection to Clive
and June Harris?

He was their last foster placement ten
years ago.

They wanted to adopt him, but Clive had
his first heart attack and then the

social services removed Adam because
they became concerned about the Harris's

ability to care for him long term. So he
went back into the system until he left

last week and came straight back.

Just shipped an abbot. Why target them
if they were so close?

For that exact reason.

Imagine thinking you'd found a family at
last and they'd send you away.

They couldn't help that.

I'm not sure a vulnerable eight -year
-old would see it that way.

But Adam was locked in Roger Franklin's
shed when the first breaking happened.

It couldn't have been him.

Hold on, look.

There's that lad he was fighting with at
the train station.

The deal.

The deal!

The station manager heard the other boy
say, we've got a deal you can't pull

out. Is that right, Kelby?

Yeah. I don't think it was a drug deal.

So what if the other boy targeted the
Harris's in return for Adam doing

something for him?

But Adam got cold feet.

Exactly, and tried to reverse the damage
each time.

The other boy broke into the Harris's
first and crashed the living room.

This is what June saw when she came back
from her power walk that morning.

After June left to go and get help, Adam
entered the house at around 9 .15.

Straight from the allotment where Kelby
had just seen him. Exactly.

He then placed everything back as it
should be.

Apart from one book, which he put back
on the shelf upside down.

The same thing happened in Clive's
office.

Adam tried to put it right again.

But before he could finish the job, he
heard Clive opening the door.

And it gaped through the window.

Adam then tried to leave, shift and
ablet, but the other boy stopped him and

fight broke out.

Get off me, man!

Where's Jill?

You joking? What's wrong with you?

During the last break -in, the other boy
framed him. A piece

of cloth torn from Adam's cargo pants
during the fight was left there

deliberately, along with a key ring.

I don't think it was his intention to
harm Clyde.

Jill?

But the other boy certainly didn't want
the risk of being accused of possible

murder.

Adam went back to the house to put
things right again.

But this time it was far worse than he
could have imagined.

Hello?

Can you send an ambulance to the house
with the paint?

To Rosewood Cottage on Millstone Lane.

First went to the Harris's. We were
looking for Rosewood Cottage but

find it. Clive said it used to be easier
to find when it was painted pink.

So whoever made that call must have had
a history with the house.

I do.

Yes.

And I think I know where to find it.

Adam, can you tell us who this is?

Sam. We met in care and became mates.

Same boat. Nobody wanted us.

A few days after we left Edith's house,
Sam showed me this thing he found

online.

Clive, in a newspaper.

A profile piece in the Times?

Talking about how much he cared about
helping people.

Didn't seem like he cared much about me
when I went back into care.

He must have stung reading that.

I know it was stupid, but I wanted to
hurt them like they hurt me. Not

just shake them up.

So that's when you and Sam made the
deal.

He would go after the Harris's for you,
and what did he want you to do for him

in exchange?

Set up his mum's dealer boyfriend.

Get him arrested.

A revenge swap.

I told Sam I'd changed my mind, but he
wasn't having it.

So you tried to stop it?

Yeah, but that stupid bloke locked me in
his shed, and by the time I got to the

house, it was too late.

Then Sam started blackmailing you? If he
didn't keep your side of the deal, he'd

frame you?

It all got so out of hand.

I never meant them any harm, but...

that nobody told me anything.

One day I'm living with Clive and June
thinking I've got a family again and the

next I'm back in care.

I understand.

No, you don't.

No, you're right.

I don't understand what it was like for
you.

But I do have experience from the other
side.

The wife and I fostered a little girl,
Rosie, not so long ago.

I thought we might have a future
together as a family.

But we had to say goodbye to her.

It was hard.

It still is.

Clive and June didn't reject you, Adam.
They loved you.

Letting you go.

Wasn't their choice.

Adam.

Can you take us to Sam?

I can't.

You're not a bad person. You've just
been through it all. This isn't about

punishment, Adam.

We want to help both of you, I promise.

But we can't do that if we don't know
where Sam is.

Finally seen some sense, then.

Took your time.

I'm sorry, Sam.

You're crushed.

It's okay.

I never laid a finger on him, I swear.
We know that.

We just want to help.

Yeah, whatever.

Sam.

It is all right.

The sun's gone down.

Like a king to rest.

Okay. Right as the balance calls.

Far and golden well.

The noble stars,

as they fast arise,

the silence of the east, the deep and
full of

light.

I'll get my stuff.

Amy.

I'm not here to arrest you, okay?

I'm here to tell you that we have found
who's responsible, and it's not Becky.

Okay, so most importantly, it's not you.

Really? Yeah.

Oh, thank God.

Amy.

I hope this doesn't sound patronising,
but...

I think you're really brave.

The way you handle your disorder, the
way you're so honest and open.

Everyone has their stuff, don't they?

Yeah, true, but not everyone handles
their stuff like you do.

Thank you.

Take care of yourself.

Come on, then.

Spit it out.

What's on your mind?

Nothing.

OK, there is something.

It's exciting, though. Don't worry. I
was talking to Martha.

Oh, my God, ma 'am. There's Archie and
that woman.

What shall we do?

Hello.

Esther.

Zoe, hi.

Sorry, this is... Amelia, I know, we
met. Hi. Hi, Esther.

Came in for a massage.

Oh. How's the headache?

Gone. I feel like a brand new woman. Oh,
I'm so pleased. Well, let me know when

you want to book in again. Oh, no need.

I'm sick.

You're a miracle worker.

Tell him that, will you?

Yes, it's true.

See, you thought yourself out, mister.

Yeah, I'm trying.

Well, we'd best be going, hadn't we,
though?

Nice to see you both.

Great to see you, Esther.

Yeah, well, you know where I am, if you
need me. I do. Cheers.

Right, um... Oh,

my God, Mum.

You're so amazing.

Well, we're all adults.

Apart from you, obviously. You've always
been my little baby girl.

Go on, anyway. What was it you want to
talk about?

Can't think now.

You were chatting to Martha, something
exciting.

Kind of forgotten already.

Yeah, she was just saying how much she
appreciated me working at the cafe.

See?

None of us can do without you.

I'm very proud of you.

Yeah? Yeah.

Thanks.

Thanks, Mum.

It came this morning.

Aren't you going to open it?

Yes.

Why am I so nervous?

July? Yes.

It's a hunt for your Martha.

Do you think she knows how much we cared
about her?

How much we still care about her?

Of course she does.

She knows Humphrey.

I wonder what she'd think about the
lilybond, though.

I think it was my fault.

No, it wasn't.

Was it?

Well,

we couldn't live on a boat forever.

Speaking of which, I think we should put
an offer in on the house. Oh, it's so

much work, Martha.

Not to mention money.

Yeah, but we take our time.

Do it bit by bit.

Remember what we said.

It's the two of us.

And whatever else happens, it will
always be the two of us.

This is our adventure, Humphrey.

And there's nobody else I'd choose to be
on it with.

Let's get inside and I'll get us all a
drink.

To talk to you now.

Bridget, watch this. To talk to you now.
A minefield for a week after.

Just the two of us.

To talk to you now.

This is dark, Maureen.

Someone help him!

Hurry! Someone did trigger the allergy.
They did so during the dark. But we were

all watching.

So what have we missed?

Is that the allergy one? There's a Mr.
Smith who's talking about that on the

golf course. So, not just me you ignore,
but your staff, you.

She doesn't know about Mr. Smith. Don't
be close to her. I'm not. I'm angry at

him. I'm here for one reason, and that's
to save your sentimental life.

You can't help who you fall in love
with. You can decide what you do about

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