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No!

No, no, no!

- I'm coming for you!

Do you hear me?

- No!

Stop!

- To the left.

Grace, can you look to the left, please?

Back to the centre.

Very good.

How are you feeling today, Grace?

Did you get some sleep last night?

Do you remember where you are?

- Um.

- Trinity Hospital West.

- And the day of the week?

- Thursday.

- And how long have you been here, Grace?

- Six days.

A week, maybe.

- Good.

Well, your vitals are improving.

I'm gonna keep you on the painkillers for now, though,

because that head injury's still pretty nasty.

Confusion and amnesia are very common in patients after a coma.

You should start to improve as you get better.

- How long?

- How long for what?

- How long, um,

until my memory gets back to normal.

- It's hard to say.

Most patients recover their long-term memories

within one to two weeks, but it could take longer.

It's also possible that

some of your memories may never return,

or that some things may be triggered

by the sound of someone's voice or seeing their face.

There are specialist therapists who can help you recover

more of yourself and counsel you through your treatment.

All of that's part of the recovery process.

You're obviously a fighter, so keep fighting.

- Good morning.

Grace, is it?

My name is DCI Isaac Phelps.

I'm with the police.

Listen, I know this isn't easy,

but do you mind answering some questions?

It shouldn't take very long.

So the nurses tell me that it can take a while

for people in your position to adjust.

And they're concerned

that you're not eating or sleeping.

They also told me that you had severe bruising

on your wrists and ankles,

possibly consistent with being in some form of restraints,

and that you had a plethora of other injuries.

They're really concerned for your welfare, Grace,

especially seeing as you're here on your own.

- I was kidnapped.

- Well, did someone hold you hostage?

- Yeah, but you're wasting your time.

- Why's that?

- My head is so scrambled right now

that any time I try to think of who I am,

or where I live, or, hell,

anything about myself,

there's nothing there.

- Sometimes, when people suffer serious trauma,

they can also get acute memory loss.

Not to mention the impact of a coma on your brain.

You've been through a hell of a lot,

but you know, just give yourself some time.

I'm sure it'll come back.

- Look at me.

What makes you think that I want to remember?

Clearly, I've made some really poor decisions.

Why else would someone want to do something like this to me?

- Well, that's what we're trying to find out.

Listen, just give me five minutes.

Answer the questions as best you can,

even if you can't remember,

and then I promise I'll be out of your hair for now.

- Five minutes.

Okay.

- So, you remembered your name?

- Yeah, Grace.

They found that on me.

- I can definitely see the resemblance.

Um, do you know how old are you, Grace?

- No, but I would guess

somewhere in my twenties, probably.

- And, um,

are you married? Children?

Any family or friends we could call?

- I hope I have friends and family who care about me,

but...

And I know my parents died when I was young.

They found a...

a ring on me.

I would...

I guess I'm engaged, but...

I don't remember his face, or his voice, or...

but I remember the name Tom.

Quite distinctly, so maybe that was him.

- Um, do you know how long you were detained for?

- No, I don't.

Five days?

It was dark and there were no windows,

and I don't think I slept much, so I just...

I don't know.

- Right.

And how did you end up in town?

- I got out.

It's just... it's all a bit of a blur.

- That's, um,

I can't begin to imagine what you've been through, Grace.

- No, you can't.

- That's quite enough of your questions, Mr Phelps.

- Uh, it's Detective Phelps.

- Yes, well, Detective, I'm in charge here,

and Grace needs sleep and rest,

not to be hounded in here with questions.

- I wasn't hounding her.

- Yes, you were.

Now, please, we'll allow her some peace.

All right, fine.

We can do this some other time.

Listen, Grace, if you think of anything or you want to talk,

my number's on the card. Call me, okay?

- Go.

And as an adult

who's unlikely to cause any harm

to anyone else, isn't our duty of care fulfilled?

Yeah, she's an adult.

- I'm telling you, she's very much at risk from herself.

She's a vulnerable individual who won't have anywhere to go.

And now she's a witness in a serious investigation.

She needs protection.

Oh, you're awake.

Sorry if you heard any of that.

- You're kicking me out.

- No, not at all, Grace.

We're just trying to find somewhere for you to stay

once you're well enough to be discharged.

- I heard what they said, about being a target.

- You're going to be placed into witness protection,

and you'll be given a place to stay

somewhere outside of the city.

You'll have a button you can press

if you feel like you're in danger,

and the guards will be with you in under four minutes.

- I mean, if it's the only way of getting out of here,

I'll do it, but it's not much of a choice.

- No, it's not.

I agree.

But we have to deal with things as they are

and not as we wish them to be.

Besides, some of these places are nice.

Like fitness studio and hot tub nice,

I'd probably move in if I could.

Grace, hi, it's DCI Isaac Phelps again.

Um, the good news is we've found some

protected accommodation for you.

It's out in the countryside,

it's nice and peaceful, nice and quiet.

I think you'll like it.

It is a little bit of a drive,

but an officer will be taking you in an unmarked vehicle,

all right?

And I'll meet you there just to, you know, show you around,

help you get settled, et cetera, et cetera.

Okay? Bye.

All right, so this is your living room.

It's a living room.

This is your kitchen.

Do you remember how to cook?

- Um, yeah, yeah, I think so.

- All right, well, if you get hungry...

- There's a store on the road... - No!

I'm not leaving the house.

- Yeah, yeah, no, that makes sense.

Come on.

So this is where you'll be sleeping.

There's fresh sheets under the bed but if you make a list,

I'll ask the guard to run into the shop for you.

In the meantime, I suggest you try and relax,

focus on recovery.

My partner and I will be over in the morning

to ask you some questions.

But till then, try and get some rest, okay?

Hello, Grace.

I'd like you to meet DCI Amanda Bridges.

Amanda works with me.

She's technically my boss, but we're more like partners.

- Can we come in?

- Uh, yeah, of course.

- Grace, we appreciate how hard it is

to talk about what you've been through.

You've clearly experienced something very serious.

But if we're going to get to the bottom

of who's done this to you,

we need to find out as much as we can about who you are.

- I'm... I'm just finding that really hard right now.

The hospital has told me that it's normal

and that things should come back a bit.

Disconnected.

And it could take weeks to come back.

That's if it even does come back.

- It's understandable.

Unfortunately, the fact that you were out for a few weeks

means we're already starting from behind.

- I know.

What do you need from me?

- Well, we need to take your statement,

so we'll go over everything that you remember.

Hopefully there's something in there

that we can use as a starting point.

- Anything at all.

Even the most insignificant details can become crucial.

- Okay, I'll give you everything I can.

- Well, whenever you're ready.

Grace, what's the last thing that you remember

before losing consciousness?

- Um,

I was running.

Somewhere dark...

and sharp.

There were trees, maybe some kind of forest.

- This was after you escaped?

- Yeah.

I was running, for what felt like hours.

Maybe it was hours.

I don't know.

- What do you remember about the kidnapping?

Do you know how it started?

Where you were?

- I think I was in my car.

- What car was it?

Do you remember the model?

- I can't remember.

- How do you know this was your car

and not someone else's?

- I just know.

I mean, it felt like it was my car.

- Then what happened?

- I had my key in the ignition, but it wasn't starting.

I think I felt scared.

- Scared?

- Like I knew I needed to get away.

- But if this was before you were attacked,

what was it you were scared of?

- I mean, that was the first feeling I remember.

- So the car wouldn't start, and then what?

- He bashed the window in the back and climbed in.

Whoever it was didn't want me to leave.

They were shouting something.

I can't remember what, but it was a man.

I know it was a man.

- Did you get a good look at him?

- Oh, it's like there's a block,

like it's been scribbled out.

Um,

I'm really sorry, can you just give me a minute please?

- Can I come in?

Listen, Grace, we're...

We're gonna find out who did this to you, but...

in order to do that we need as much help as you can give us,

so whenever you're ready, we'll be waiting.

- How about we give you some space?

- I'm really sorry, I don't mean to be rude.

- There's no need to be sorry.

I know it's hard.

Come on, Amanda, let's go.

What was that about?

- She's got PTSD.

She'll be all right.

We see it all the time.

- No, not that,

I mean, we were supposed to interview her,

not interrogate her.

She isn't suspected of a crime.

- I was not interrogating her.

I was asking her questions.

Questions are a pretty normal part of an interview.

- Yes, but you were probing her,

trying to pick holes in her testimony.

- Looking for inconsistencies is what we do, Isaac.

It doesn't matter who I'm talking to.

It's the job.

- I know.

It's more how you were saying it.

It felt a little bit, I don't know, spiky.

- Sorry, have we only just met?

I don't have a reputation for handling people with kid gloves.

It's nothing personal, I just like to get to the point.

- Okay.

Look, maybe next time I should lead,

seeing as you managed to push her

to locking herself in the bathroom.

- Oh, I did not push her.

Many people break down in these scenarios.

They're reliving their trauma.

Pretty girl bats her eyes at you

and suddenly you're their therapist.

- Listen, I'm aware there may be a large chasm

in place of a heart in your chest,

but mine is actually still functional, so...

- Is your heart telling you

to sit in a stationary car all day?

Because I actually have some things to do,

like work, you know?

Okay, okay.

Uh,

is this the right place?

- Yeah, but the next bit's on foot

about half a mile that way.

Also bet this is just going to be some shit

left behind by campers.

- Yeah, but we don't have much else to go on,

so let's hope we get lucky.

Plus, you know, I'll take fresh air over an office,

any day.

Fresh air.

Hey, where was it they picked her up from again?

- A corner store on the edge of Fairgrove North.

- And this call out, that's half a mile that way?

- That's correct.

- Just trying to map out

a possible direction she might have travelled.

In the interview, she said she just ran, didn't she?

She didn't stop, she just ploughed on forwards.

So,

Fairgrove's here, we are here, and we're going there.

So I reckon we're looking for properties

somewhere in that circle.

- It's possible, but I can't get you a warrant

for half a dozen houses in that area.

- No.

We can always do things discreetly, can't we?

Knock on a few doors.

- What, and say, oh, hi,

do you have any rooms used as a dungeon?

And if so, can we take a look?

- Well, maybe don't use those exact words,

but I mean, they can't hurt, can it?

- I'm just not exactly thrilled having to spend

any more time around insects and animal droppings.

- Perks of the job, I suppose.

Hey, hi there.

- Hi. - Oh, good morning.

- Forgive the intrusion, my name is DCI Phelps.

Don't worry, you're not in trouble.

We're just looking to see if some locals

could help with an investigation.

- Can I help? - Hello, sir.

DCI Amanda Bridges.

Could you spare five minutes

to answer a few questions, please?

- Why? What have I done?

- We're not suggesting you've done anything, sir.

We're investigating an incident that happened nearby

and are questioning residents

to see if they've seen anything that might assist us.

- Sorry, I can't help you,

and your lot never helped me neither,

so I don't see why I should make your life easy.

Take care.

- Sir, if you just answer a few questions,

that'll help me cross this property off my list,

meaning you won't have to see me again.

- Okay, but you can't come in.

- Could we step inside for a quick chat, maybe?

- Oh, I'm not actually the homeowner.

I tend to the gardens and look after the house.

Mr Loveridge isn't here at the moment,

but you're welcome to come in for a drink really quick.

- Yeah, sure, yeah, that'd be great.

- Come in, but please take your shoes off.

I've just cleaned in here.

- Yeah, of course.

So, you said this house belongs to...

- Mr Loveridge, yes.

- And your name?

- Sorry?

- Your name?

- Oh, Edith Isles.

- Well, Edith, it's a lovely home.

It's quite the art collection.

My niece would love these.

She loves anything to do with animals, you know,

horses, rabbits, birds, that kind of thing.

- Well, I think he sketched them all himself, or so he says.

- Hmm, thank you.

This sounds odd, but have you ever noticed

anything out of the ordinary here?

Anything strike you as a bit suspicious?

- Um, well, to be honest, Detective, I'm new.

I haven't been here that long.

I don't know the family.

But from what I can see, he strikes me as somebody who's

trying to get by the best he can, under bad circumstances.

He's always been pleasant with me.

- Yeah, I mean, of course, I have to ask.

It's my job.

Also, do you know if there's any kind of

basement here or maybe some kind of garage?

- I think there's a basement for storage.

- Mind if we have a quick look?

- Yeah, sure.

I don't really come down here.

The asbestos sets my asthma off, so I think I'll just wait here.

What exactly is it you're looking for?

- It looks fine, Edith, thank you.

I should probably head back now.

Well, you have been very helpful,

and thank you for your hospitality.

- Oh, it's no bother,

I hope you catch whoever it is you're after.

- Again, I'm really sorry for intruding on your day.

- Oh, your light. - I'm sorry?

- Your phone light, it's still on.

- Yeah, good spot.

- No problem.

- You enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Isles.

- Anyone besides you and your son living here?

- My girlfriend and her daughter.

Sorry, it's my son.

I think we'd better wrap this up.

- Thank you for your time, sir.

Have a pleasant rest of your day.

- You haven't eaten your steak.

I thought you liked steak.

- You don't know anything about me.

- I know a lot about you, Grace.

- How the fuck do you know my name?

I've never met you before in my life.

You've been following me?

Look, I've got money.

My parents left me a hundred grand when they died,

but if you let me live,

I promise you can have every last penny.

- Just eat your steak.

It'll go cold.

- I've got people, you know,

people who'll be worried if I don't make it home.

Do you really want police officers sniffing around here?

They'll find my car and then they'll find you.

But I promise, I promise if you let me go, I won't say a word.

Please.

Please, what do you want?

- I want you to eat your fucking steak!

Look at what you're making me do!

All you had to do was shut the fuck up and fucking eat it!

Try fucking talking now!

- Hi. This is a bad time, isn't it?

Do you want me to come back later?

- No, no it's fine. It's fine.

- Do you mind if I come in?

- Oh, um, yeah, yeah of course.

- Jesus, what happened here?

- Um, it's nothing.

I must have knocked it on the floor by accident.

Yeah, I think I walked into it on the way to get a drink.

- Shit, Grace, you're bleeding.

- Oh.

Yeah, the plate must have caught me when it smashed.

- Okay, let me have a look.

Hey, I'm not going to hurt you.

I just want to have a look at your hand.

- Yeah, um,

I'm sorry, I'm just a bit on edge recently.

- Completely understandable.

I'm basically still a stranger.

And honestly, I meet people like you all the time.

I'd be more concerned if you made a full physical

and mental recovery in just a couple of days.

There's still some shards in there.

Run it under some water.

Try and flush them out.

Come on.

Over there.

Pop it on.

That's it.

What's funny?

- It's nothing, it's just

you looking after me like I'm some child.

You must be thinking this girl is such a handful.

- I don't think you're a handful.

Besides, running around after you, patching up your wounds,

way more preferable to looking at corpses,

and picking up bits of human off the road.

- Like, do you really do that?

That sounds awful.

I could not look at that.

- Yeah.

Well the sad part is after a while you just sort of

switch off to it.

Like, my brain knows that used to be a human,

but I don't let myself think about their family

or if they might have gone on to cure cancer.

You've just got to switch it off.

Otherwise, it'll overwhelm you.

That's why Amanda, she's so good at her job.

She can just tune it all out.

- She has feelings?

- Yeah, somewhere deep, deep down, she does, yeah.

- Oh, that must be pretty fucking deep.

- Shit, I completely forgot.

I have something I need to show you.

We found this.

There was fabric with blood on it,

which we're thinking probably matches the top

that you were wearing, and a knife,

which doesn't seem like a coincidence.

I... I was gonna ask if this was the knife that you cut him with,

but I can tell by your reaction I don't really need to.

- Oh, God, you know what?

It was all starting to just feel like a bad dream.

Seeing that, that makes it real again.

- I know, but listen.

This could be crucial to finding out what happened.

For a start, it gives us an area to search.

But secondly, we have DNA now.

If whoever took you has ever had a run-in with the police,

we can find them.

- And, if they haven't?

- If they haven't, well then it's a start.

Sometimes you pull on one thread

and pretty soon it all starts to unravel.

I mean, he's insane,

but even insane people

- have their own logic. - Isaac...

can we stop, please?

- Yeah, I mean, this has been a lot.

I will give you some space, okay?

- You're a good guy, you know.

I know he didn't get off on the right foot,

but for what it's worth, I do feel better with you around.

- You look after yourself, okay?

Grace.

Grace.

- Didn't even hit her that hard.

- It's always the same though, innit?

You always lose.

- I know, but I get to see you in your unifom!

Evening.

- Oh, it's you.

- Well, you don't have to sound so fucking happy about it.

- No, Amanda, I am thrilled to see you, honestly,

but now is not a good time.

- Jesus, how many of them have you been smoking?

That was empty when I left.

- Nothing about this case is making any fucking sense to me,

I mean, it's like she's a ghost, you know?

I mean, the sniffer dogs didn't find anything,

I can't find any family or friends,

and there's been no missing persons report

filed by a Tom or a Thomas within 100 miles.

- Isaac, why have you brought your pillow to the office?

- I ran her picture through every bit

of facial recognition software we have,

and I didn't get a single hit.

Not just here, in the whole country.

- Weird.

- Yeah, I mean, she must have been somewhere at some point.

Nobody just appears.

- Maybe she's a Russian spy.

- Wait, you think that's possible?

- No, idiot.

I think you need to have a break.

Maybe blow off some steam.

- Well, how would that help me?

- Everyone needs a break from time to time,

and who knows, when you come back to it,

you might find something you've missed.

- Yeah, maybe that's not actually a bad idea.

I'm not really getting anywhere here.

Fine, I'll put my stuff in my locker and I'll head home.

- No.

- You just said... - I said...

you need to blow off some steam.

Come on, it's Friday night.

Neither of us are in work tomorrow.

Let's go get some shots.

- Shots?

- Yeah.

Can you remember the last time you had some of those?

- Uh, back when I was maybe 18 in university

with friends and a life.

- Oh, shut up. Leave your stuff on the desk.

You can crash on my sofa.

- It's a bad idea.

Oh, my God.

Why did we carry on drinking last night?

I feel like fucking atrocious.

- God, it's a good job we're not in work tomorrow.

Do you want to go to the shop

and get you some painkillers or nausea tablets or something?

- You're not driving?

Yeah, imagine the headlines:

esteemed law enforcement officer ruins career

after drunk-driving incident.

- Esteemed?

I'm not sure that's entirely accurate.

- Shut up.

You know damn well I'm esteemed, that's why you hired me.

- And I will fire you if you don't stop talking

and get me some medicine.

Can I have another one?

- I'm pretty sure whatever's going on

here is against office policy, you know?

- It absolutely is against policy,

and that is why neither you nor I

are ever going to talk about this to anyone.

Ever.

- Yeah.

Yeah, sure, that makes sense.

Fine.

So, does last night also go in the good memory section?

- Isaac, what did I just say?

- I was only asking.

- Well, don't ask.

You're a good friend but you have no idea

the amount of shit I've had to go through to get this job.

Constantly being told what to do by fat, sexist pigs.

Look, where I'm from, girls don't become officers,

or doctors or lawyers.

I love the life this job affords me

and I won't let anything jeopardise that position.

- Amanda, I know where you come from.

I've heard the stories.

You don't have to lecture me.

It stays between us, all right?

- Good.

Right. I'm heading out.

I've got to get the girls from school.

Apparently, my deadbeat ex-husband

thinks entertaining some girl he likely picked up

at an AA meeting

is more important than his daughter's

getting home from school.

- I see.

Staying classy as ever, then.

- Yeah.

Isaac, don't be here all night.

- Huh? - I said,

don't be here all night.

The case can wait.

- Yeah, no, no. I won't, I won't.

- I'll be home before bedtime.

All right, chick.

Love you.

Have you not been home?

- Er, no. It's all right.

I'll get some coffee and freshen up.

- You can't live off caffeine and cigarettes forever.

- No, of course you can, I've been doing it for years.

- How's that working out for you?

- Pretty good.

Until now, anyway.

- Did you at least make some progress with it?

- Er, yes.

Well, maybe, sort of.

I think it could be linked with

some kind of dark web operation that I found

claiming to sell human organs, but, I mean...

there's just something that we're missing here.

I mean, maybe there's more than one victim involved.

I mean, how many gang kidnappings have we been on?

Or it could be orchestrated by three groups, or even...

- Isaac, stop, stop.

What is it we're even doing here?

- What does that mean?

- It means, do we have anything in this whole investigation

that could be considered evidence?

- Well, besides the fact

she's covered from head to toe in injuries.

And we have the knife.

- The knife proves nothing.

- I'm sorry, are you suggesting

that she put herself into a coma?

- We've seen many cases of attempted suicide

that have ended like that.

You have too.

You just don't want to see it right now.

- I can't believe what I'm hearing.

Listen.

This was not attempted suicide.

I have spent time with this girl, okay?

I can see the fucking fear in her eyes

when she talks about it.

She is not lying, Amanda.

- Yeah, we all know you've spent time with her.

- Okay, firstly, who is we?

Secondly, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

- Everyone can see what this case is doing to you, Isaac.

I mean, when was the last time you slept?

Huh?

When was the last time you looked in the mirror?

You look like shit.

You look like shit

because you're running round and round

in circles chasing a fucking ghost,

or a bogeyman, or some monster in a closet.

But guess what?

There's nothing in the closet, Isaac.

It's empty.

- How many times have people come to us when their friends,

or their family have refused to listen to them?

These people are vulnerable, they need our help,

and we're supposed to be the ones

that look them in the eyes and say, okay, I believe you.

That is our fucking job, Amanda.

- That's what we do. - No.

We are supposed to follow the evidence.

And you are following your heart and ignoring your head.

I mean, Christ!

If anyone else was to come in here looking like that,

they'd be straight out of the door.

So what am I supposed to do when it's you, huh?

It makes me look weak, Isaac.

So now you're pulling rank on me.

I'm sorry, I guess I didn't realise professionalism

was so high on your priorities.

Clearly not such a big deal

when it comes to sleeping with your own staff, though.

So if you're going to stop fucking lecturing me about...

- I have put my neck on the line for you

so many times because I like you

and because you're good at your job,

but I will not be collateral on your journey to self-destruct.

If this is the hill

that you want to climb up and die on, then fine.

Be my guest.

But you better hand in your badge on your way out,

because if you're too blind to see that you're being played,

you have no business working here.

Oh, and Isaac,

if you ever bring that up again,

I'll have you sacked and barred from the premises.

Do we understand each other?

- Oh, my God, Isaac, you're soaked.

Is everything okay?

- Grace, we need to talk.

- Okay, just let me get you a towel real quick.

Just...

- You might not like what I have to say, but...

There are pieces of this puzzle

that I have driven myself insane trying to put together,

and I can't make them fit, and that bothers me.

- But what...

what are you trying to say?

You're making me nervous.

- Do you think there's any way,

any way what you've been experiencing

might feel real to you

but could be your brain manifesting it?

As a result of the trauma?

- Oh, my God.

You think I'm fucking crazy.

- No, no, I just meant,

what if you're still experiencing

some side effects of the coma?

- And this? And this?

You think I did this to myself?

I know what I remember.

I'm not suicidal and I'm not fucking crazy.

- Please stop saying that. I didn't say that, Grace.

- You didn't have to say the words, but it's what you meant.

- This is my job, Grace.

This is what I do.

I look at all the possibilities and I remain open-minded.

And I wouldn't be doing that job

if I did not at least consider it.

- You know you are the one constant in all of this.

The one thing that made me feel vaguely normal and safe.

But if you doing your job is telling me to see a shrink,

instead of, you know, going out there

and finding the piece of shit you're supposed to be finding,

then fuck your job and fuck you, Isaac. Oh.

- Oh, for God's sake, you're twisting my fucking words.

- God, all this time I've been sitting here thinking, hey,

even though I'm stuck here doing nothing for 24 hours a day,

every day, at least you're out there finding answers,

finding my family, finding my kidnapper,

doing all those things you said you'd do

with that stupid, empty speech you gave me.

But the only answer you have for me

is you have no answers.

Well, thank you.

I am so glad you're here.

- Grace! Grace!

Ah!

This is quite the art collection.

My niece would love these.

She loves anything to do with animals, you know.

Horses, rabbits, birds, that kind of thing.

- Oh, your light.

- I'm sorry? - Your phone light.

It's still on.

Thank you very much.

So, you said this house belongs to...

- Mr Loveridge, yes.

- Fuck.

Good evening, the control room.

This is Lisa speaking.

- Yep, it's Phelps, 1587.

Good evening, sir.

How can I help you?

- I need an ID search.

Look for properties in Fairview registered to Loveridge.

Get me a first name and everything you've got on him.

Loveridge?

- Yeah, full name, everything.

I've got one result.

Voters showing 12 Fairview Brook,

registered to a Mr Thomas John Loveridge.

- It...

it's Thomas, you're certain?

- I guess I'm engaged.

I remember the name Tom, and maybe that was him.

Yes, Sarge.

Thomas John Loveridge, age 34.

Sarge?

- Yep, send me everything on the file, please.

All right, that should be with you in a moment.

Are you still there?

Sarge?

- Your drawings, these drawings.

I think I've seen them before.

In a house not far from where we found the knife.

I didn't get to see the owner,

but I'm going to show you a picture.

And I want you to tell me if any part of your brain

recognises him, even just a little, okay?

You don't know anything about me.

- I know a lot about you, Grace.

- Oh, I know.

I just can't find my charger anywhere.

I looked in the bedroom, I looked upstairs, and...

Hey, where did you find this?

- It was on the side next to your keys.

- Okay, we need to go because it's going to be rush hour...

- Hey, hey, hey.

Whatever happens, right, whatever they say,

we'll figure this out together.

Hey, I want you to know that I love you.

- I love you too.

You promise?

- I promise.

Come on.

Better go, otherwise we're really gonna be late.

Please, tell us that it's not bad news.

- I know things haven't been easy for either of you.

Dealing with any kind of illness is difficult

both for the patient and their loved ones.

Grace, I believe the blackouts and the increase in severity

and the gaps in your memory

is a sign that your condition is progressing,

but we don't think it's dementia.

You might have heard of a condition called

retrograde amnesia,

where patients are unable to recall

memories from their past.

Well, I believe you're showing early signs

of a condition called anterograde amnesia.

It's where someone's ability to form

new memories is impaired,

but they're still able to recall memories

from before they develop the condition.

- But what are you saying?

Grace, you remember things don't you?

You remember when we went shopping yesterday

and I bought you that nice dress that you wanted.

- I know, and the best-case scenario

is we can manage the blackouts,

and forgetting the odd day or two

from your past week is as bad as it ever gets.

- But... and the worst?

What's the worst-case scenario?

- If the part of your brain

that manages short and medium-term memories

deteriorates,

there is a possibility that, in time,

you may not be able to recall further back than a few weeks.

It may be that your brain's chronology is continual

up until around this period

where you first develop symptoms,

and then after that you're...

- After that, then what?

- Honestly, Grace, it's nowhere near that severity yet.

Let's just...

- Doctor!

After that, then what?

- Nothing.

- That really is the worst-case scenario.

And we can help manage the symptoms.

- I can't believe work's asked me to go in on a Sunday.

They can sod off.

I'm staying here with you.

- Are you sure, honey?

You can go in.

- Absolutely not.

Nah, I'm staying here, making sure that my future wife is fed,

hydrated and happy.

- I love it when you say that.

- Well, it's true.

- It's just nice to hear

that I'm going to be your wife, one day.

And then, you'll never be able to get rid of me.

- Yeah, I know.

You know, I was thinking about Italy, south of France.

I was looking online

and I was thinking maybe we could go away for three months,

you know, go on a honeymoon.

- Honey, are you sure that that's such a good idea?

I mean, don't get me wrong,

it sounds absolutely amazing, but...

with everything that's been going on with me

and your treatments and everything,

I just don't know if it's the right time.

- Grace, come on.

You know, I feel much more relaxed.

It's like it's not even an issue anymore.

- Yeah, you do seem better, but let's just table it.

- That sounds like a good idea.

- Oh, um, speaking of the wedding,

I had something I wanted to talk to you about.

So, I was thinking of my dad last night.

- Oh, are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah, no, I'm fine.

It's just, um,

he just always would say

that the thought of him giving away his two daughters

and the Summers name ending with him

was just really upsetting to him.

And, I mean, he always wanted a son, but he just got us girls.

So he asked me that for our marriage,

I would consider keeping my maiden name.

And I know it's stupid and silly, but I just,

um, I think it would have meant a lot to him.

- Honey, that's crazy.

- I know it's not what's typically done,

but, I mean, does it make any difference?

We still love each other,

and I'll be your wife and you'll be my beautiful husband.

- No.

No, it does make a difference.

Whenever I see that,

I see that there's a big problem there.

It's a lot easier for you to run off and get divorced

when your name stays the same on all the documents.

- Tom, it's nothing like that.

It's just something that mattered to my dad.

- When your dad told you to slit your wrists, you'd do it, huh?

- You are sleeping on the couch tonight.

- Why, why, so you can sneak off to your sisters again,

is that it?

Invite a few boys around, have a few beers.

- Get out!

- I will not be told to get out of my own fucking bedroom,

in my own fucking house!

Oh fuck, Grace, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Grace, Grace, oh shit.

- No, no, no.

Please, please, please, please, please.

- Hey, Gracie.

How are you doing?

Would you like more food?

- No, I don't.

No, I don't. Please, please, just...

- Grace.

You think this is easy for me?

Well, it's not.

You know I love you.

But I have a life here, and a business,

and I need to protect that.

- No, no, no.

I promise I won't speak to anyone.

I won't even leave the house, but please, please.

I just want things to go back to normal.

Please, please.

- I really want to believe you, Grace.

I really do.

I need you to not run.

I need you to promise me that you won't run.

- Yeah, I promise.

I promise. I promise.

Please, my wrist hurts so bad.

Baby, please, it's hurting me.

- Okay, here's what's going to happen.

I'm going to uncuff your arm.

You're going to take a shower, make yourself presentable.

I will make the room nice.

I'll close the curtains.

We'll watch a movie.

Come here.

- Okay, great.

- Ah!

- Grace!

Grace!

Grace!

Grace!

Grace! Get back here!

You stupid fucking bitch!

Grace! Run out on me!

Where are you going, my love?

There's nothing for you out there!

We have everything we need right there, in that house!

Do you understand me?

Now...

- No!

- Enough!

Enough!

We are a family!

And families stick together!

Don't say anything else.

- I know this is probably a stupid question

because I can guess the answer,

but how are you feeling?

- A bit numb, I guess.

Have you ever lost a family member?

- Yeah, a few.

- You know how, when you find out,

it takes a while to sink in.

It'll...hit you eventually,

but you just sort of feel...

detached, I suppose.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

It's a sensory overload.

Like a fuse short-circuiting,

your brain just cuts the power, otherwise you just...

- Shut down.

- Yeah, yeah.

- What happens next?

- I need to go to the house,

and then if he's there, I'll bring him in.

- No.

Please don't leave me.

I want you to be here with me.

- Grace.

- Send someone else, or call it in.

Why does it always have to be you?

- You know the stupid speech?

I want to be there and want to look at him

and him to know

I'm there to take his freedom from him.

- So this is about revenge?

- It's, it's about justice.

Isn't that what you want?

- What I want Is to feel safe.

I want you here, with me.

- Please, please, this is something I need to do.

- Just... - I...

- Please.

Just promise me that you'll come back.

Please, just be safe.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I promise.

One moment, please.

- Yeah, this is Phelps, requesting assistance

for an arrest in Fairview.

I don't have anything in that area right now.

- Well, how quickly can you get there?

Looking on the screen, it'll be about an hour.

- That is not soon enough.

Hang tight

and I'll send a unit to you when I can.

- Hang tight? Not bloody likely.

Oh, and Sarge,

I did a bit more digging on your man Loveridge.

A note on his file says that he was arrested

and brought in for questioning

in relation to a missing-person case,

but it doesn't look like they had anything on him,

so they let him go.

I don't know if it's relevant.

It's from eight years back, but I thought I'd pass it on.

- Can I help?

- Hi, I'm really sorry to bother you sir.

I'm DS Phelps.

Listen, it's nothing serious, but we've had a noise complaint.

I was wondering if I could come inside and ask a few questions.

- Is that so?

- I'm afraid so, sir.

- Well, I was just leaving actually.

I go fishing on Thursdays.

Is there any way we can do this later?

- Ah, I'm not in the area later, unfortunately.

There's nothing to worry about.

I just want to get your side of the story.

- Sure. Come on in.

I've got to say, Detective, I'm out most days,

and when I'm here I prefer the quiet.

- Tea? - Oh, um,

coffee, please, if you have it.

- Sure thing.

So, who was it that made the complaint?

- Well, they've asked to remain anonymous.

It just avoids causing additional animosity

among neighbours, you understand.

- Sure.

Well, go ahead with your questions, Mr Phelps.

- It's Detective.

Can I get your full name and occupation, please?

- Thomas John Loveridge.

I was working in construction,

but I had to leave due to illness.

- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

May I ask what illness?

- Mental health related.

I felt fine, but I was on so much medication

that it was too dangerous to continue to work.

It's funny, really.

It seems that the cure is much worse than the disease.

Well, if you can call it a cure.

- Yeah.

And, um,

I don't mean to pry, but this is a nice property,

and you know, land here.

Not cheap.

- And you're wondering how I can live here, out of work?

Well, I was lucky, really.

My father left me this whole estate when he died.

- Mm.

Well, that's very kind of him.

I'm glad you have support.

Does anyone else live at the property?

- No, just me.

- Ah, not one to be tied down then.

No wife, girlfriend, handsome man like you.

I find that hard to believe.

- No, to be completely honest with you,

I find the whole happy family bubble thing,

it's just hot air,

that people tell themselves.

- What makes you say that?

- Because people lie.

They represent themselves as one thing

to reel you in,

and then once you're hooked,

toss you aside

because they think they can find something better.

- It sounds like you're speaking from some kind of experience.

- No, I just know people.

I can read them.

Read their intentions.

And they'll say anything to worm their way inside,

and they'll look you in the eyes and lie.

- Can we get back to the topic at hand?

I'm here because there's been a noise complaint.

- Is that really why you are here, Detective?

- I've just told you, sir.

It's because your neighbours complained.

- My neighbours complained.

Yes, I've heard that.

I'm having a hard time understanding

how that is possible

since there's only two properties

within a mile of this house and they're both mine.

I don't have any neighbours.

- Oh, stop. Stop. Okay, okay.

- You should have brought more men.

- Tom, listen to me.

If you pull that trigger,

they will never stop coming for you, all right?

Right now you've got a chance, so you come with me.

We get you a good lawyer, we tell your side of the story,

but if you pull that trigger,

it will be the worst decision you have ever made.

And you...

you have made some very, very bad decisions.

What was it all for, Thomas?

You had everything!

A good house, a good job,

a beautiful woman!

- She's got you wrapped around her little finger, hasn't she?

You are pathetic.

- You chained a girl to a pipe in your basement

and kept her there for eight fucking years, Tom!

And you think I'm pathetic?

- Isaac, what the fuck are you doing?

For fuck's sake!

Face the wall.

So, they're charging Loveridge.

- Is there enough to convict?

- I'd say so, but you never know which way it'll go.

Look, we've done our part.

Now it's down to the CPS.

- And you can just detach from it, just like that?

- I can.

- It must be nice, to be that cold.

- Well, if you could learn to control your emotions better,

you wouldn't have pissed away your job

you've worked for ten years to get.

Isaac, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have told you like that.

- It's fine, I knew it was coming anyway.

- I tried to protect you as much as I could.

The board wanted you charged with battery.

His jaw was broken in three places and he had a cracked rib.

- Right, well.

I'll swing by tomorrow and clear out my desk then.

- Could've had my job, you know.

We're supposed to operate above the criminals,

not roll around in the mud with them.

- Amanda, what do you want from me?

I've already paid with my job.

Is that not enough for you?

- I want you to acknowledge what I'm saying.

Maybe even an apology?

You've let me down, Isaac.

- Right, yeah, I'm sorry. You're right.

But the truth is, I am not like you.

I can't just detach from these things.

Every single time, we break our fucking backs

trying to bring people as close to justice as we can,

only to see them walk away with a slap on the wrist.

I wanted him, for just one second,

to feel what it's like to be helpless.

To feel just a tiny fraction of what he inflicted on her.

So, yeah,

I guess I was the wrong person to carry your ambition.

- There's one more thing.

You aren't to have any contact with her,

or share any details of the case.

You are out of trouble by the skin of your teeth.

I can't have you diving back into it,

especially as a civilian.

- You can't enforce that.

- Isaac, I am looking out for your best fucking interests.

Don't talk to her.

Do you understand?

Not until the trial is over.

Keep your neck off of the chopping block for once.

Where are you going?

- Well, got to look for a new job, don't I?

- We're not done here.

- No, I think we are.

- Isaac!

Hey.

- Oh, uh, hi.

Um, can I help you?