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Hello. What do you want, pig?

Can I trust you to pass this on?

What have you got?

Sorry, are you married?

I live alone.

Oh.

Yes, Fletcher.

Do you ever go in the loft, Mr Morse?

I rarely venture beyond the ground floor.

Peggy? Where the hell are you?

You shouldn't really be here, then. You know that.

Right, you're retired.

Come on, she's out.

She can't be. She never goes out.

Hiya! How are you?

Good.

It's Melissa, isn't it?

Yeah. I'm Peggy. This is Elaine.

I don't know.

Okay, if we come in for a sec.

I don't know.

I'm not really very comfortable.

You have the most incredible skin.

People told you that before.

Not really.

So pretty.

It glows.

Let's open that other bottle.

Where do you keep the corkscrew?

The drawer nearest the fridge.

If you don't want to do it, just say no.

Did I mention this woman is a genius with a lens?

She will make you look better than you have ever looked.

I guarantee it.

And if she can't, hell.

Everything we do is airbrushed anyway.

I don't think... I don't really... We have a deadline.

And there's literally no-one else we can ask.

As a neighbour.

As a friend.

Please?

All the way around to the back.

Kept in sight to kill a few parents of her own waste.

How did you do it?

Must have blacked out, don't remember much.

Banged my head on something.

It was... someone.

Where, in the flat? Upstairs?

No, no, no, I can't be sure.

Thank you, Miss Cole. I'm really sorry to keep imposing on you. Can we call one

of your colleagues? They can drive you back. No, no, no. I'm okay now, really.

What happened to her? The girl upstairs?

You keep coming back. You must think she... Was she killed?

I can't rule that out.

Hello? Elizabeth?

The policeman.

He came back.

Where were you?

Don't lie to me, Elizabeth.

Number five.

What did we agree about going upstairs?

Something bad always happens when you go upstairs.

I'm sorry.

Did he see you?

The policeman.

Did he see you? I hit him.

I had to. I had to get out of there.

One day we're gonna have to find a way to give all this back, aren't we?

I'm sorry, Mr.

Sellers.

Shh.

Get some rest.

Peggy, where the hell are you?

Call me back.

The personal design meeting with Elaine Markham and Peggy Scott.

I'm so sorry, my partner's been delayed.

Oh, okay, that's not a problem.

Jesus Christ.

I almost registered you as a missing person.

I bet you didn't, though.

Well, we didn't get the contract.

Probably not surprising as half of us didn't even show up. I don't care about

the stupid contract.

Let's get a coffee.

I don't want a coffee.

Well, I do. So whatever character assassination you got lined up for me,

let's at least temper it with caffeine.

Who found him?

Some new lot just above us. Had reason to pop into the loft and they was all

fatty.

Only not so fat any longer. Don't talk like that.

The gossip on the street says it was a suicide.

Come on, Peg.

You can't talk here.

Can't go back there.

Can't spend another night in that flat.

I will move.

Put it on the market, we'll buy somewhere else. It's not the float,

Elaine. It's you.

I can't be with you any longer.

Think very carefully about what you say next.

I've hired a valet.

I'll be around on Friday to get what's mine.

In fact, it's better if you're not.

Most people miss the first one.

You're gonna be late.

Oh, he's already left for work.

I hear him go 7.40 on the dot every morning.

Oh.

Does he live on his own?

Joe, you bet he does.

Nobody would put up with a grumpy old bastard.

I'm Kieran, by the way. We keep missing each other. Oh, Michael.

There are good chemicals. Oh, thanks.

All right, if we use these, will you notice?

Yeah.

Hello?

Miss Carnage, Detective Inspector Harper.

I don't want to scare you, Miss Carn, but it's possible anyone could gain

access if they wanted.

So there was someone in here?

It's not secure.

That's all I'm saying.

The other day, you said you thought she might have been killed. I said I wasn't

ruling it out.

Got me thinking, though. What if it was someone from here?

From one of the flats?

Why would one of her neighbors want to kill her?

Sorry, I...

Wait,

please.

I'm Adam.

Patricia.

So you must be his friend.

You must be his son.

Come in then.

Can I get your opinion on something?

What's wrong with this picture?

You want me to say she looks fat?

Would you say she looks at ease?

She's smiling.

You think?

I'd say that was a smile.

She's uncomfortable.

Self-conscious.

Then why did she do it?

I'll call you.

I should be getting back to work.

So what is it that you do, Patricia?

I'm a journalist.

Ah, so you work together.

He really hasn't told you anything about me, has he? He hasn't talked about me

much either, so we should be equally insulted.

Well, maybe he's being cautious.

We've been seeing each other for over a year now.

Then he has told you something.

The cosmetics in the bathroom covered in the electric toothbrush.

The first time those items appeared around here was last January. We got

together at a Christmas do. I semi-moved in the next month.

So where do you sleep every Tuesday night and alternate weekend?

I kept my place on.

Expensive.

Want to keep my independence.

Really? Is that true?

I'm sorry, I really do need to get back.

Will you tell him that we met? Will you?

Are you kidding? It would freak him out.

Best both keep quiet then.

Pretend like this never happened.

I like that plan.

Oh, do me one favour.

Anything. Change those sheets.

What do you think about having them over?

Who?

Neighbours.

We can make it a thing.

Drinks, nibbles.

Do we have to?

I think we should get to know them better.

Find out what they're really like.

Morning, Mr. Sellers. Good morning, Michael.

We're having everyone over ours Friday evening. A few glasses of wine.

Lovely to drop by.

That's very kind of you.

Bring a guest if you'd like.

Friend, lover, anyone you want.

After you, sir.

Mr. Harper.

Len. How can I help you?

There's this brochure of yours. It was found at a crime scene.

The police?

No, no, I'm just making inquiries. It's a personal matter.

Yeah, those are our products, but this isn't our brochure.

It has your company name on it. It's the 2010 line, but this isn't the

promotional material we went with.

I don't follow.

We don't produce our own marketing.

We outsource to graphic designers who put these things together for us.

We award the contracts to whoever produces the best work at the time. My

guess is...

This is a sample we rejected.

Can you find out who made it?

Hello?

Well, officially, we've never done any work for them.

Unofficially, we have wasted numerous man hours and a good few hundred in

printing costs just trying to win their business.

All in vain, I'm afraid.

So, this woman here, you recognise her?

Of course.

She's the girl upstairs, Melissa.

When we met before, I was under the impression you didn't really know each

other.

Oh, we didn't.

I don't think she's crossed my mind once in the last couple of years.

One of those invisible people.

Does that sound mean?

It sounds honest.

She's just a neighbour, that's all.

It was a brief moment in time when she did us a favour, but that's as far as

the connection went.

A favour?

Yeah, we knew that the company pride themselves on their range of sizes.

From malnourished to morbidly obese, they'll take your money.

We thought it would help our chances of winning the contract if we had a larger

lady in the mix.

Personally, I think that's what ultimately put them off.

So you just popped upstairs and convinced her to strip off?

Some people don't take that much convincing.

She's quite a flamboyant soul, if you ask me.

No.

Flamboyant people leave a bigger footprint.

You notice when they've gone missing. They're certainly not invisible,

did you say?

Well... Image is at Peggy's side of the business.

She dealt with all that.

She's the artistic one.

She took these photos?

Of course.

Me, I'm all about the money.

I bring the clients in, she impresses them. Well, usually.

What a team.

Gestalt.

Greater than the sum of our parts.

Thought we named the company.

Gestalt. I like it.

I'm going to see if I can't slip it into conversation.

When's a good time to speak with Peggy?

Well, she's had to go away for a while, but I'm expecting her back before the

weekend. If you could have a call me on my mobile number.

I'm not in the office very much these days.

You have a lot of pictures.

The walls, surfaces.

That's nice.

Makes it a home. Melissa, she had one picture in her flat.

I don't think she was comfortable in front of a camera.

Hello? Night.

Who

is

this?

Sounded like on the phone.

Adam?

What are you up to right now?

Working.

Afterwards, let's meet up.

What's this about?

Something I think we need to discuss.

Tell me now. On the phone.

No, I don't want to. I want to see you.

I don't think that's a good idea, Adam.

I don't know what everyone complains about.

Any catering service that serves a decent macaroon is alright in my book.

I went back to the flat.

That girl I was telling you about.

Uniform aren't going to follow it up. I guarantee you of that.

Just want to take another look around.

See if I missed anything.

I know I shouldn't, but who's going to know? Who cares?

Do you remember that chocolate cake we nicked from the village fair?

We took a beating about that one, didn't we?

Actually, no.

I took a beating. You ran off and went into hiding.

Slippery little shit that you were.

You'd nick it, we'd eat it, and then I'd get the blame for it.

Not teamwork.

you know what they call that gestalt we were greater than the sum of

our parts

It's Peggy. She's busy. We're entertaining.

What do you want?

The pictures.

You said... I said what?

Peggy. She said... If I change my mind about them. If I don't want you to use

them. You said you were okay with it. You said it was fine.

I've been thinking.

Had a lot of wine.

Well, that's not our fault.

I'm sorry.

But I don't want you to use the pictures.

It's too late now. They're at the printers.

If you had a problem then, you should have said so at the time.

Need a hand, neighbour?

Won't take.

Pop the bonnet up, we'll take a look.

Len, by the way.

Frank.

Lived here long?

Nine years.

Listen, I don't want to make you late for work.

No, no problem. Recently retired, so...

Good morning, Jo. Good morning.

you

Excuse me.

Oi!

You didn't give me a time, so I'm not quite sorted.

Is it just you?

Yeah.

I thought you might have brought someone to help you.

I haven't told anyone.

Well, I help you all I can, but you know how bad my shoulder is.

Maybe ask one of the neighbours.

How is everything?

Yeah, it's OK. Listen, we need to talk... Just one second.

Hi, this is a message for Detective Inspector Harper. It's Elaine Markham

from Flat 38 Courtyard Street.

You asked me to call you when my partner Peggy Scott returned.

Well, she's here.

In the flesh.

I'm not sure how long she'll be hanging about, so if you want that chat, you

might want to come by as soon as you can.

Cheers.

Sorry.

You were saying.

What was that?

Oh, the police want to talk to you.

Our dead neighbour.

Remember her?

I try it now.

Yes! Plugs.

I don't think I'll change a set of spark plugs in 25 years.

I appreciate it, Len.

And what do I owe you?

No, no, no, don't even think of insulting me.

Well, I owe you one then.

You're a whisky man, Frank.

Who isn't? I've got an 18-year-old single malt.

Been sitting in my cabinet for longer than I can remember.

Fancy making a dent in it later?

Sure. Sounds good.

Eight o'clock.

I'll be there.

Michael Jameson, do you remember me? Look at my face. Do you remember me? I

know you do. Ten years younger.

We were school together.

It's Michael.

I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you.

Brighton. 2008.

Theresa's hen weekend.

Are they still together?

Who cares?

Do you want to get that, or shall I?

You and that man, mate, Gus.

Gus McDermott. You remember Gus?

Yeah, I don't know if you heard. Turns out he was a dirty bugger.

Got in trouble with some 15-year-old. He was 20 at the time.

Anyway, don't see him anymore.

I don't see him after school, really.

I suppose you don't either.

I was always getting in trouble back then.

It's nothing serious. I just want to cut out for the old school thing.

You know? I work in the shoe shop now.

I got a baby coming.

It's mad, isn't it?

So this is old Salty's flat, then?

Salty Sellers.

He had it in for me back then, big time.

He used to pull me out of line, send me to the back, no reason.

He hit me once.

He clattered me right round the head.

He got away with it cos there's no-one else in the room.

Liz... Fletcher.

How mad is this?

The last I heard was your family moved away to Liverpool or somewhere. What was

that, seven, eight years...? You have to leave.

I live upstairs, number four.

He'll be back soon. He'll find you here.

Couple more hours for the bell.

He mustn't know you were here. He mustn't find out.

Why, Liz?

What would he do?

Why are you here?

I'm afraid you've caught me rather on the hop. I haven't come out with

anything official.

It's OK.

She was devastated when I told her the news.

You were quite fond of her, weren't you?

Did you know Melissa well?

Passed on the stairs like everyone does.

And she helped us with the brochure that one time, remember?

I've told the detective everything I know.

I'll leave you two alone to talk.

Everything I've found out about Melissa so far, which I admit isn't much, is at

least consistent.

She lived a quiet life.

Alone.

Didn't work or seem to socialize very much, if indeed at all. Sounds like a

pretty accurate description.

But this, these pictures, it doesn't feel like something that she'd do.

Unless I'm completely wrong about her.

And... If I am, maybe I'm looking in the wrong places.

Looking? Looking for what?

Her assailant, who took her life and left her up there to rot.

I thought... I thought it was a suicide.

Maybe it is.

But if I don't know anything about Melissa, then I can't rule out the fact

that somebody didn't like her.

I don't know how I'd be able to help you with that.

When you took these pictures, these intimate photographs...

Did she know what they were for?

Yeah, I explained everything.

And she was okay with this?

Being exposed in such a way? What a flattering shot. You think so, I don't.

She was fine with it.

She was happy to help.

Oh, I believe that part.

I think Melissa was the sort of person who would go out of her way to help

someone like you. Someone like me?

Successful, attractive.

I think she would have done anything for you had you asked in the right way. I

think you knew that full well.

And I think you abused it.

And you got all this from where, Detective?

A single sad picture in her flat.

Fact is, we all present an image to the world.

Most of us smile and say everything's fine when people ask, especially if it

isn't.

But when we shut the door and we're all alone...

That's who we really are.

And that's the Melissa neither you, nor I, nor anyone else ever got to see.

I'm sorry if we can't help you any further.

Get out here, bitch!

Get your fucked arse out here!

She traps me with a lawyer!

You haven't had the last of this. Piggy!

Okay, nerd.

I didn't see him walking out with anything, but he was clearly up to no

good. What's this?

I caught some guy coming out the staff room this morning. When I challenged

him, he ran off.

In here?

Brazen as anything.

No-one's reported anything missing, thank God.

Did you get a look at him?

Er, mid-20s, brown hair, dark jacket.

Didn't see his face.

Now, that's why I make sure I carry everything on me.

Do you think it is, though? To be honest, I don't know.

Let's go this way.

I bumped into one of your new neighbours this morning.

Him or her?

Him.

Quite charming in an unconventional way.

He's having drinks tonight.

Wanted to know if we could make it.

What?

They knew they wanted to introduce themselves.

I think it's nice.

Really? I think it's an effort.

Walking upstairs to meet your new neighbours is an effort.

Just a whole socialising thing.

I think I'm getting too old for it.

I'm pretty certain I've met all the friends I'm ever likely to make.

From here on in, it's just small talk and manners. Why don't we just close the

curtains, pretend to be out?

You miserable old kid.

Just for that, I'm going to make you go.

Everything all right?

Yes.

Everything's fine, Mr. Senners.

Wow.

Look at this.

Look at us.

What? We're grown-ups.

Uh, no.

It's a man's job, innit?

I think you're thinking of butlers.

But go for it.

The guy who was in here before you, Richard, he was a classic nerd.

He had posters of goblins and stuff all over the walls.

I'm guessing he didn't have a girlfriend then. He didn't hear any action.

Not that we listen out for that sort of stuff.

Well, state she's in, you're not going to be hearing much out of us for a while

either. Michael!

What?

What?

Excuse me.

So, the flat upstairs?

Oh, that was just terrible.

Really sad.

What sort of a neighbour was she?

Melissa, she was quiet.

We hardly knew she was there, did we?

Unless she was coming down the stairs.

The woman had the grace of an elephant.

Hi, Kiera. Hi.

Come on in. This is Patricia.

Yeah, we met. Welcome to the neighbourhood.

Thanks.

I'm jealous.

I'm glad you could make it.

Do you remember that time you cut me neck in a bottle of Malibu beyond the

stage curtains?

You suspended me for that.

Times have changed, haven't they, sir?

We'll do that later.

What do you make of the lipstick lesbians?

I haven't really got to know them yet.

Don't, is my advice.

The taller one is a horrendous bitch.

Can I have another one of you?

The other one doesn't speak until she's given permission.

Did you know Melissa?

The dead girl?

I don't see my time.

They're all very cagey about her.

It's understandable, I suppose.

Why'd you say that?

Shows them up for what they really are.

I wanted to write a piece about her.

You're a journalist.

Don't worry, it's never going to happen.

There's not enough interest.

Not even the police are bothered about this poor cow.

Detective Hoff has been coming round every day.

On his own? Yes.

Yeah, they do that.

for appearances to make it look like they're trying.

You know they take it seriously when they move in packs.

Oh, no, thanks.

I'm...

I'm fine on the apple juice.

Well, I know you ain't driving.

Yeah, working tomorrow.

All right.

Waste not, want not.

He told me all about his school days.

Reckons the system didn't suit him. I think that's true of a lot of children.

You help them all you can.

and you cross your fingers and hope they find a safe passage through the world.

He won't admit it, but I think he wishes he'd tried harder, given himself more

options.

It's so long ago now, so many kids.

You probably don't remember him half as well as he remembers you.

Well, I remember Michael.

He certainly made his presence known.

You must have some stories.

Nice couple.

Young.

Too young to be having a baby.

How old were you?

Yeah, well, that was different.

Different era, different circumstances.

Should we look up?

Just stay, stay here.

Sorry.

Did I wake you? I didn't think so.

I wasn't expecting you till tomorrow.

Sorry, I didn't know you had... I should be just getting out of your way. Adam.

This is... Patricia.

Hi, Patricia.

Sorry, did I wake you?

No, we were just turning in.

Oh, I'll just... I'll go.

No, no, no, stay, stay.

It's fine.

You sure?

Yeah.

Is that OK with you, Patricia?

Of course.

Wait, I'm not here for a fight.

I thought you might want these. It's all the copies of the catalogue we have

printed.

And I've deleted the pictures from my hard drive. They're all gone. I promise.

Thank you.

I didn't want to threaten anybody.

I just wanted to make it go away. I never should have forced you into it. It

all got out of hand.

We'd be friends.

You and I.

What about the other one? She's not always like that.

She gets frustrated when she can't have what she wants.

Sometimes she's really sweet.

Protective.

What are you doing up here?

Just getting rid of some junk.

Come on, let's go.

Where do you want it? I could take it from here.

Have you seen all this?

It's the new guys.

Flat two.

Kieran.

You met him?

Yeah. Seems nice.

Listen.

Don't let them treat you like that.

I was misunderstanding, that's all.

Whatever it was, nobody has a right to say those things to you.

Especially not a pair of fake bitches like that.

Hello? Hello?

Hello, is there anybody there?

She's better off dead.

I don't want to be here alone with him.

Look, Adam wouldn't hurt a fly.

You're being paranoid.

Someone knows what happened to her.

Did you hurt her? Did you?

I know how this looks. I didn't do anything to hurt her. Either you didn't

notice that she was gone, or you didn't care.