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Let me out!

All right!

Let me out! Mr Franklin?

Ah!

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

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

Um... He's been keeping me hostage.

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

What, three stale custard creams?

Follow me.

Um, yeah.

What's your name?

Adam Walsh.

What were you doing in that man's shed?

I came to stay with 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 CUSTARD-ial sentences

for stealing biscuits.

CUSTARD-ial...

...as in custard creams.

Forget it.

- Where do you live?
- Exeter.

OK, straight on the train, go on home.

Don't want to see you round here again.

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

I'm starving.

Oh!

Mum's cheese and home-made
pickle sandwiches.

Take it for the journey, if you like.

Oh, cheers. OK.

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.

Unbelievable.

Aww, Humphrey
and I appreciate that.

Thanks. Bye.

- That was Hannah...
- Oh.

...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 your mum.

Exactly.

Green or blue?
What do you think?

Well, 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 councillor.

Hmm?

Uh, they're both nice.

Uh, the green one, then.

You're just saying that to shut me up.

- Humphrey?
- Green, to match your eyes.

My eyes are brown.

So they are.

Sorry.

Hello.

Right. 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.

Ah!

Ah, Rosewood Cottage,
where are you?

Are you the police?

Hello?

Mrs Harris?

I've been hiding in case they came back.

Right.

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

My phone was off.

Um...

Clive Harris. I'm June's husband.

Yeah, DI Goodman. This is DS 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 pink, 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 without it.

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

Like, I really like what
I do here, but I'm...

...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.

Takes six years to train to be a vet.

- Do you want 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.

- Hmm.
- I'm sorry.

What happens now?

Without any evidence of a break-in,
then I'm afraid

there's nothing much we can do.

I am not mad!

No-one's suggesting that, Mrs Harris.

You don't need to.
Clive is diagnosing me as we speak.

June, that's not true.

Yeah, I... Thank you
both for your time.

I'm sorry if I've wasted it.

- Of course not.
- You're very welcome.

Uh, 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. Thank you.

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

Yes.

Oh, there's a "but" 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's book was upside down.

That's odd, don't you think?

When 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.

The 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 she's gone doolally.

Oh, what's it called now?

Um...

- ...Gaslight?
- That's the one.

Oh! Says here they fostered, too.

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

"to foster children from
troubled backgrounds."

Doesn't sound like a
manipulative gaslighter.

Hmm.

I did an online quiz about this.

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 'em right now,
actually, Margo.

Stress - that's what's going on here.

Cortisol flooding the nervous system.

I bet I know what started it an' all.

Or should I say, WHO started it?

Yeah, all right, Margo, 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.

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. Mm?

Good.

Yeah.

Oh.

Shipton Abbott police station.

Hold the line for me, please, Mr Smith.

Uh, 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. Goodb...

Didn't have the good
grace to say goodbye.

Pfft!

He wants you to call him back ASAP.

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?

- 10 o'clock, yes.
- See you then, Amy.

There's another "liar".

Looks like someone's tried to remove it.

June was 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, um,

I did a bit of research
after I left you earlier,

and I, um, I found this.

A fellow psychologist, a 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.

Hmm. 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 she 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.

Bye.

Humphrey, Esther, hi.

- Hi.
- Hello, Archie.

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

Dr Harris wanted some... advice.

I'm so sorry to keep you. Um...

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 Harris'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 OK?

I'm fine.

Yes, it's odd.

Some sort of psychological game, maybe?

Well, yes, possibly.

In any case, I'm pretty
sure it'll happen again.

So, uh, we should submit an urgent
request for access to his patient files

and, uh, let's pay a
visit to Roger Franklin.

Hi, Margo.

I got a call from the manager
at the train station.

Fight's broken out there on platform
1 between a couple of, uh...

Don't tell me. Kids.

Now, don't scream.

Remember, you are enough.

I've definitely had enough,
I know that much.

Kids.

When The Reivers Call
by Sam Kelly & The Lost Boys

Ooh! Ooh, 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.

Looks 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.

Wow. That... That's brave.

That's what life's about, isn't it?

Having those different experiences,
taking 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, will you?

- Mr Franklin?
- Yes?

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

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

I trust you'll be throwing the book

at that little toerag who's
been squatting in my shed.

They sent a young lad this morning,

barely out of his teens,
by the looks of it.

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 it's DR Franklin.

Dr Franklin, my apologies.

Can we have a quick chat?

Now?

Yes.

Is there somewhere a little more,
uh, private we could go?

- Yeah, but that is what Dr Harris said.
- Absolutely preposterous!

But you have called Dr Harris
a 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 eight o'clock,
unlocked the shed and saw some layabout

sleeping on the floor end of story.

If it was padlocked from the outside...

- Mm-hm?
- ..how did he get in?

Well, I was here late last night,
till 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?

Well, still here, obviously.

There'll be 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.
- Watch that chair!

The seat's... broken.

Yeah, I noticed.
Thanks for the heads-up.

And mind that. I...

I've just given that a coat of varnish.

So you have.

Mm.

Technically, Roger Franklin could
have broken into the Harrises',

trashed it, regretted it, tidied up,
then come straight here.

Uh, 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.

Oh.

This stuff is 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
stick I have to put up with.

Aw, 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 panpipes.

Mum, you should take some risks.

Get out your comfort zone.

Huh! Hardly class a neck
massage as risk taking.

Great.

Uh, what are you doing?

Hi. I was wondering

if you had any availability
for a massage later today.

Zoe, no!

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

No.

Mr Smith from the hub.

You know, 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?

Uh...

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
allotment 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 Harrises'.

He's an odd fish, that man.
I know his wife.

She's a sarnie short of a picnic
hamper an' 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.

What happened here, then?

Well, it was all over
by the time I arrived,

but the station manager thinks it
was something to do with drugs.

Uh, he heard the other lad 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's
receptionist arrived

with his patient records attached.

- I've just sent it to you.
- Excellent.

I've just discovered something
else very interesting.

About Roger Franklin?

No. Amy Riley, the patient
Clive 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 different identities.

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

It might explain the
attempts to undo each crime.

Uh...

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

Possibly.

OK.

Shall we go and talk to her?

Uh, no. Sorry, Sergeant.

As your senior officer, I am asking

no, ordering you - to please stand down

and go and have the massage
your daughter booked for you.

Oh, no, honestly...

It's for purely selfish reasons,
believe you me,

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

I can listen to you make, OK?

So, please, off you go.

Enjoy.

Right, Kelby, you're with me.

- Thank you 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.

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.

Hmm.

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?

Well, not ME as such.

It sounds like just the sort
of stunt Becky would pull.

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 things 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, 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.

It all adds up.

Yes, circumstantially.

She pretty much confessed, Sir,
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, I've had a brick thrown at me,
if that counts.

Sorry?

Hazard of the job.

I'm a detective.

Oh, a detective. Wow.

Well, no wonder you're stressed.

Now, it's perfectly normal
to feel a little nervous the first time.

- I'm... I'm not nervous.
- Good.

OK.

How's that pressure?

Ah...

Fine, thanks.

Good.

Ah...

I don't normally enjoy
this sort of thing,

but, oh, that feels amazing, actually.

- My boyfriend's the same.
- Uh-huh?

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

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

Not Archie Hughes, though.

Ooh, you are tense, 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.

But...

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

Clive!

No shades?

Can I assume that's cos
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 them behind.

What?

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

Mm... and wants to make sure

he's communicating
regularly with everyone.

Well, he's certainly doing that.

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

No. And as for communicating,

I can't understand half
of what he's on about.

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

Ha!

June?

Ah!

Humphrey, are you asleep?

Yes.

Are you?

A few days ago, 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 awake.

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 yearly salary.

I can't stave him off for much longer.

Oh, my...

Hello.

They...

They were all in black.

- Did you hear them speak?
- No.

I collapsed straight away,

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

I was at my sister's.

I will never forgive myself for
leaving him alone in the house.

Come on now, June, 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.

Mm.

The ambulance - who called for it?

- I have no idea.
- Nor me.

The hospital phoned when he was admitted.

It doesn't look like
anything was damaged.

Nothing obvious stolen either.

Laptop's out on the desk in the office.

Hmm.

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 alter by that name?

No, not that I...

- Edith?
- No.

It's mainly Becky,
who is more than enough.

Uh, Dr Harris said he
saw Becky yesterday.

Do you remember that?

Beg pardon. Can I have a quick word?

Um...

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, Margo.

Hello.

Can you send an ambulance
to the house with the pink...

...to Rosewood Cottage
on Millstone Lane?

Right, so it's fair to assume
it's the intruder making the call,

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

They sound genuinely upset.
And definitely male.

- Puts 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.

Uh...

Clive, uh, mentioned that the
woodwork on the house used to be pink.

That's right.

Well, I don't suppose you remember
how many years ago it was painted white?

I do, as 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 listen,

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 deserved 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'll 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, a children's home.

"Edith House in Exeter is for
young people aged 16 to 18,"

"on the cusp of leaving care."

Yeah. I just spoke to the unit manager.

This key ring is included
in a leaver's pack.

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

Look...

Adam.

Yeah, 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...

...and then the social services removed
Adam because they became concerned

about the Harrises' ability
to care for him long term.

So he went back into the
system until he left last week

and came straight back to Shipton Abbott.

Why target them if they were so close?

For that exact reason.

Imagine thinking you'd found a
family at last and they 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 break-in happened. It...

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 Harrises

in return for Adam doing
something for him?

- But Adam got cold feet.
- Exactly.

And tried to reverse
the damage each time.

And the other boy broke
into the Harrises' first

and trashed 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 escaped through the window.

Adam then tried to leave Shipton Abbott,

but the other boy stopped
him and a fight broke out.

What are you doing?

Get off me, man! We had a deal!

Are you joking? What's wrong with you?

So 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 Clive.

June?

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 pink...

...to Rosewood Cottage on Millstone Lane.

When we first went to the Harrises',

we were looking for Rosewood Cottage
but couldn't 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.

- Adam.
- Yes.

And I think I know where to find him.

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 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.

It must have stung, reading that.

I...

I know it was stupid, but...

...I wanted to hurt
them like they hurt me.

Not properly. Just...

...shake them up.

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

He would go after the Harrises for you.

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 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 you 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...

...but 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.

Yeah, 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.

My 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.

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.

He's not a bad person.

He's 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.

The next train to Exeter

will be from platform 1 in 12 minutes.

Finally seen some sense, then?
Took your time.

I'm sorry, Sam.

- You're a grass.
- No, it's OK.

I never laid a finger on him, I swear!

We know that.

- We just want to help.
- Yeah, whatever.

Sam...

...it is all right.

Meet Me In The
Twilight by Seth Lakeman

- You OK?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Adam.

Adam.

I'll get my stuff. Amy...

...I'm not here to arrest you, OK?

I'm here to tell you that we
have found who's responsible,

and it's not Becky.

OK? 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, Mum,
there's Archie and that woman.

What shall we do?

- Oh.
- Hello!

Esther, Zoe, hi.

- Uh, 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 fixed.

You're a miracle worker.

Tell him that, will you?

- She is, it's true.
- See?

- Sort yourself out, mister.
- Yeah, I'm trying.

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

- Nice to see you both.
- Yeah.

Great to see you, Esther.

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

I do. Cheers.

Right, um... Yeah.

OK.

Um...

Oh, my God, Mum, you were so amazing.

Well, we're all adults...

...apart from you, obviously.

You'll always be my little baby girl.

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

Can't think now.

No, you were chatting to Martha.

Something exciting.

Can't have forgotten already.

Uh, 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.

Oh!

It came this morning.

Come here.

- Aren't you going to open it?
- Yes.

Why am I so nervous?

- Shall I?
- Yeah.

"To Humphy and Martha."

Oh!

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 Lily Bond, though.

I think it was my fault.

No, it wasn't.

- Was it?
- Maybe.

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.

Oh, that's it. Come on, ladies.

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

Come on.

Bridget, watch this path.

It's a minefield for a weak ankle.

Just the two of us!

This is Dark Morris.
Someone help him! Harry!

So if someone did trigger the allergy,

they did so during the dance?
But we were all watching.

So what did we miss?

Is that the allergy boy?
Because a Mr Smith

was talking about that
on the golf course.

So, not just me you
ignore but your staff too?

She doesn't know about Mr Smith.
Don't be cross with her.

I'm not. I'm angry at him.

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

You can't help who you
fall in love with.

But you can decide what you do about it.

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