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♪ There's a world
outside my door

♪ I don't know it anymore

♪ I'm gonna stay here now

♪ Take a breath and say a prayer

♪ Find the strength
in my despair

♪ It's not gonna take me down

♪ I can see clearly
now the rain has gone

♪ I accept all the things
that I cannot change

♪ It's gonna be a bright

♪ Bright, sunshiny day ♪

Oh, God, it's grim down here.

Looks like the stuff that lurks
in cups under Flick's bed.

- (CHUCKLES) She still hasn't gone.
- Home yet? - She's claimed asylum.

Don't pretend you're
not thrilled. (CHUCKLES)

(BEEP)

Hydrogen sulphide
levels are rising.

High enough exposure to hydrogen
sulphide and they're looking at

cortical pseudolaminar necrosis.
Which in English means...?

- Brain cell death.
- Not unlike the kind experienced by loved-up teenagers.

Well, actually, experiments show
that sex causes neurogenesis

which improves cognition.
That's only been proven in rats.

- Christ on a bike!
- Ha-ha.

- I call her Sharon, after my.
- Ex-wife. - She's a stunner.

- Not the kind of girl you'd take home.
- Though. - Not with these gas issues.

- Where is it?
- Just on the left here.

- I didn't touch it.
- Any chance of you actually putting those masks on?

Hey. Would you mind?

Hold this.

(GRUNTS) Oh! (YELLING)

It's alright, mate, you're
alright, mate. It's alright.

It's alright. Calm
down, calm down.

(SHRIEKING)

- (SIGHS) Well that could've gone.
- Better. - Yep.

Just leaving now. I'd say at
least an hour, an hour and a half?

Dot... Yeah? Do you need a hand?

Aha, bless. Little bit of dad
humour there, well done, very good.

When they say dad joke,
they just mean bad joke.

There's only one thing worse than
finding a rat in your fatberg.

- So gross.
- I think we can safely say it didn't die of natural causes.

You'd better tell Betsy we're
dealing with a double homicide.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Apparently the body parts were
found in this section here.

Which is fed by each of
these sewer lines in turn.

So the victim could've been
dropped down a manhole in an area

spanning half of Manchester.
That's about the size of it.

(CHUCKLES) It's like
Stonehenge, but made of shit.

Something for our third-year
students to get their teeth into.

Cheer up, Dominique,
it might never happen.

- My partner's a nut job, - so it already has.
- Partner?

(GROWLS)

Er, Megan?

Fuck's sake, Steve.(CHUCKLES)

Right, let's see what we've got
before Maxine cuts him into pieces.

Well, someone's already beaten her
to it. But minus his left hand,

he's all there. Unlike
our perpetrator,

who, I'm guessing,
probably isn't.

- He makes Steve looked tanned.
- Oi!

He's been saponified. He's
basically soap. What do we know?

This is 28-year-old Sol James,

whose DNA is helpfully on police
record thanks to a 2014 conviction

- for shoplifting. - Ligature marks.
- And... oh, God

extensive blunt force trauma.

I can see a rainbow.
: A rainbow?

A bruise is caused when capillaries
are damaged and leak blood.

As the body reabsorbs the
constituent parts of that blood,

- the bruise changes colour.
- When we see bruising of several different colours,

we know that the bruises were caused at
different times, which is a red flag for...

- Domestic violence.
- And signs of domestic violence on a corpse

is a red flag for... Spousal murder.
Roses are red, violets are blue.

ALL: All these colours at once,
suggest your spouse killed you.

Catchy. (CHUCKLES)

Sol James's husband
is a Mr David West.

West. Very popular
name for psychopaths.

- Name one other than Fred.
- Rose.

Mr West?

It must be a terrible shock.

Is there someone you can call?

How can you be certain it's him?

DNA analysis. Sol's profile
is on the police database.

- I want to see him.
- I'm not sure that's a good idea right now.

Perhaps you're right.
I mean, I'm in bits.

I just want to use your
bathroom, if you don't mind.

I hope you don't mind
me asking, Mr West,

but why didn't you
report Sol missing?

Four weeks is a long
time. Not for Sol.

He was always going
AWOL. (SPRAYING)

Usually after a row. He
always came back eventually.

Did you ever hit him?

- What?
- There were some marks. On Sol's back.

Bollocks. (MOANING ON LAPTOP)

I guess grief affects
everyone differently.

This is a video of Sol and
David doing entirely consensual

rough stuff to each other.

His idea, not mine.

- It took some convincing, - I can tell you.
- Each to their own.

(PHONE PINGS) Sorry, that's me.

It's from Sol.

You said he was dead.
What does it say?

(READS) 'Missing you.
Home soon for Meatloaf.'

- Meatloaf?
- SOL (ON LAPTOP): Meatloaf! Meatloaf!

It's our safe word.

- Did Sol have fingerprint lock on.
- His phone? - Yes.

And he was left-handed?
How do you know?

He didn't look the type.
What? For kinky sex or murder?

- Either.
- One isn't indicative of the other, you know?

The historical bruises
were our probable cause.

That video's just torpedoed
our grounds for a search.

Luminol didn't show any
blood in the bathroom anyway.

But if he was clued up enough to use
the right saw, he might also know

to use oxygenated bleach.
You did sneaky Luminol!

What do you think I've got
in the bag Betsy, my gym kit?

Plausible deniability,
Wolfe. (CHUCKLES)

So the last text that
definitely came from Sol,

was taken at 23:46 on
the night he left home.

We know it was him, because
it included a photo.

That might explain at least
some of the five DNA profiles

we found on Sol's body,
mostly sweat and saliva.

Interestingly, we also found
traces of sodium borate,

it's a chemical that's
found in strong detergents.

Maybe an attempt by the
killer to clean away evidence.

Historically Sol misspells
the word "you're"

as "your". But in the
texts that are sent later,

both types of "your" are
always used correctly.

It seems that our killer
knows that good grammar

is the difference between
knowing your shit,

and everyone
knowing you're shit!

Good speller, knows his way
around freezer bags and detergent.

If this guy wasn't a homicidal
maniac he would be a keeper.

How are we coming along on
finding the crime scene?

Aluminium oxide. It's a chemical
that's used in sandblasting.

So, he was in the
vicinity of building work.

It hardly leads us to a crime scene. Half
of Manchester are getting loft conversions.

What if we're not looking for a
crime scene but where he was first?

Maybe we should phone all the clubs on the
list of Sol's haunts to see if any of them

- were having building work when Sol.
- Disappeared. - You think like a cop.

Are you sure you're not
undercover? (ALL CHUCKLE) No.

It's just a joke.

Dad joke. Bad joke. But
it's a very good idea.

Let's divvy the list
and start phoning.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'm DCI Betsy Chambers, and this
is my colleague, Wolfe Kinteh.

We'd like to have a chat with you about
the opening night after your refurbishment.

That was weeks ago.

Can you roll it on a bit, see if we
can find out if he left with anyone?

I can do. But he didn't.

Remember the comings and goings
of all the punters, do you?

I remember his. He's
a frequent flyer.

- As in, he comes to this club.
- A lot? - As in, he gets pissed

and I make him fly
out the door a lot.

Not everyone has what it
takes to be cabin crew, Dale,

but you've got it in spades.
He's a first-class idiot.

- Is he in trouble?
- The worst kind. Thank you for your help, Dale.

As you were more than a
little hands on with him,

would you mind if I take
a sample for elimination?

Fuck! Is he dead?
As dead as disco.

The deniability is not plausible if
I have to wait this long for you.

What was the make and
model of Sol's car?

It's a green BMW.

Reg number V682 -
K—KAE. It's right there.

Can I help you?

How long has this car
been here? Over a month.

You didn't think to tell anyone?

Are you the police?
I am. He's forensics.

- Professor Wolfe Kinteh.
- Doesn't it just boil your piss how people

- call it a blood splatter instead of.
- Blood spatter. - It certainly does.

I'm afraid to tell you your colleagues
in blue have shit for brains.

That is not a newsflash.
Why do you say that?

Four weeks ago, the car kipper parks
his beamer here to go to Affinity.

The car kipper?
That's what he does.

Gets pissed in the club and
sleeps it off in the car.

Only on this occasion he didn't.

He comes out of the club and
gets into a different car

that's waiting outside. When he
didn't come back the next day

to get his beamer,
I rang the police.

Do you know what they said? We'll
send some officers out straight away?

That no one's been reported
missing. Can't get the staff.

Clearly not. Although
they turned me down.

No crips in pips.
I'm sorry about that.

I don't suppose you got the
registration for the car he went

off in, did you? No. It
was a yellow Citroen Xsara.

I didn't realise the
registration was important

until he didn't come back.

I did get something else though.

Hang on.

No crips in pips. Poor kid.

Shame there's no CCTV.
Probably cheaper to have him

sitting out here all night
on less than minimum wage.

The driver of the car
was chain smoking,

flicking butts out of the
window into the gutter.

When the car kipper didn't come
back I went over and retrieved 'em,

bagged 'em up as evidence
in case anyone came asking.

There must be a dozen cigarette
butts inside that gutter.

But not three the same.
White tip, burgundy lipstick.

That's good thinking.

I've got to compensate somehow.
Did you get a look at her?

- Too far away.
- You know, you ought to consider a career in forensics,

- my man.
- You'd take me on? In a heartbeat.

We serve Fallowfield,
not downtown LA.

When you text saying we might
have a serial killer on our hands,

I can only assume someone's
been smothered in Rice Krispies.

Welcome to pet cemetery.

I say this because I love
you, Steve. You need a hobby.

Now I bet that you've assumed
that I've ordered these by size,

but I haven't. I've ordered
them by stage of decomposition.

So, the first mice
are dry remains,

the second mice and the
rat, they're advanced decay.

The squirrel is in active decay
and the fox is in the bloat stage.

But they've ended up in size
order, too, which is very telling.

- Of what?
- That these animals were killed in size order.

Someone has started off small
and got bigger over time.

So, assuming that whoever killed
these guys also killed Sol,

we are dealing with someone
that practiced on animals

and graduated to a
human, which suggests...

He's just getting
started. (SIGHS)

I mean, obviously I don't
want anyone else to die,

but this is the sort of
case that I dream about.

I'll tell Betsy. You
get off home, Steve,

have a cold shower or something.

But very good work.

(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(DIALLING)

(WOLF HOWLS ON PHONE)

(WOLF HOWLS ON PHONE) See?

I would describe it as a howl.

But I'm not sure I would
describe it as a wolf's howl.

I think that would
be more of a...

(IMITATING WOLF) That
wasn't a... (IMITATING WOLF)

No, that was more
of a... (BARKING)

(SIGHS) Look, I know it's a
disappointment to you, Wolfe,

because I'm fairly certain
it's on your bucket list,

but I do not think you are being
targeted by a serial killer.

Can Betsy trace the phone? No.
She's narrowed down its location

but it's still an area
that covers half the city.

(CHUCKLES)

Careful, I'm filthy.
Oh, are you now?

No, I'm actually filthy, Steve.
I've been disposing of fatberg.

- I don't care.
- You should, fatbergs are full of super bugs.

You are worth contracting an
antibiotic resistant infection for.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(PHONE VIBRATING)

- What the fuck are you doing?
- Whoa.

Massively miscalculating
how sexy that would be.

- (ON PHONE) Hello?
- Hi. Can I speak to Liza, please.

- I just missed a call from.
- Her. - Oh, I'm afraid

she's on the line to
someone else at the moment.

Can I get her to
give you a call back?

I don't suppose you know who
she's on the other line to?

- Let me just clarify, Liza. - LIZA: Yes.
- The files were supposed

to be ready by five but they're
now going to be ready at three?

That's right.

And who is it on my team that you've
been speaking to about these files?

- I believe that was Bibi.
- Well...

I'll let Bibi know
that they're ready.

OK. Can I just say that your
reputation precedes you.

Well, your reputation
precedes you as well, Lisa.

- Liza.
- Liza, sorry.

- OK, thanks. - Thank you.
- Bye. - Bye-bye.

I've just done something
really fucking clever.

Have we got a
student called Bibi?

We've got one called Baby.

- Did you order any files from the.
- Archive warehouse? - No.

Should I have?

Anyway, back to my clever thing.

I took a DNA profile
off the cigarette butts

that the car park
attendant kept as evidence.

It's not a match for anyone
on the police system,

but I was able to use
epigenetic markers in the DNA

to determine that the
individual is female

and between the ages 25 and 50.

I then checked with DVLA and
got a list of all the people

who fit that profile and
are the registered owner

of a yellow Citroen
Xsara. There were a few,

but I then crosschecked that list
against addresses inside the area

covered by the cell phone mast
that the messages from Sol's phone

bounced off. There's
only one name, Wolfe.

Sarah Goodwin. Anyone on the team
acting weird as far as you're concerned?

Seriously, Steve put a bit
of roadkill in rot order

and you practically
gave him a rosette.

Women don't tend to
be serial killers.

Women can be anything
they want to be, Betsy.

- Sarah Goodwin?
- That's right. DCI Betsy Chambers.

We need to ask you some
questions. About what?

May we come in? Is
there a problem?

- It shouldn't take long.
- Yep, I'm just on the phone, upstairs,

- I won't be a minute.
- Looks the part.

This case is revealing a
very judgmental side to you.

Sweet Jesus.

What the hell is that?

Literally, lipstick on a pig.

I think it's fair to say she's got
something of an interest in death.

And questionable taste in decor.

Can they still get fleas?

You're looking at my creations.

- You made these yourself?
- Mm-hmm. - They're quite something.

It helps me to unwind after
work. And what is it that you do?

I'm a make-up
artist. For the dead.

- Unusual line of work.
- I had a calling to it a few years ago

when my mum died. I went to
the undertakers to see her

and I found they'd made her
out to look like someone else.

- Honestly, it was like losing her.
- Twice. - I'm sorry.

So I redid her make up.

And as I was putting the
colour on her cheeks,

for a second it felt like I was
putting the life back into her.

It's the same with
the creatures.

People think that it's about death,
but actually, it's about life.

It's about preserving
it. Eternally.

Have you ever met a
man called Sol James?

He's an old school
friend. Why do you ask?

When was the last time you saw
him? Three or four weeks ago.

- Is he OK?
- You picked him up from Affinity nightclub.

That's right. We came back
here and had a pot of tea.

Maybe young men have changed a
bit since my day, but back then

when you left the club in the early
hours, you wanted a kebab and a.

Were you sleeping
with him, Sarah?

Sol's gay. And I'm
asexual, actually, so no.

We had a pot of tea.

Can I use your bathroom?

Yeah, it's just through there.

Thank you.

(SPRAYING)

What the hell are
you doing in here?

Where do you get the animals,
Sarah? They can't all be roadkill.

Different sources. The
mice are reptile food.

They're alive when you buy them?

You kill them, so you
can return them to life?

Bloody hell.

The missing left hand.

- No, no, no, don't go near that, - please!
- No.

You have got no right!

(GASPS)

Is this me?

- What?
- Is this a proxy for me!

I don't know what
you're talking about.

What do you use this
for? It's a desiccant.

It draws out moisture
from animal's skin.

It stops them rotting. Did
it stop Sol from rotting?

What?

- Wolfe?
- We found traces of this chemical on Sol's body.

- Sol's dead?
- Probable cause.

What happened to him? Sarah
Goodwin, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder of
Sol James. You do not have to say

anything-You think I killed him?

When questioned something which
you later rely on in court.

- He was in here. Maybe he touched the.
- Powder. - It was in his hair.

On his torso. OK, we
did sleep together.

And I was using it earlier
that evening. Maybe that's why.

So, why did you lie?

- Because I was embarrassed.
- Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Hey.

I got us some stuff.
I'm going out.

- Where?
- I can't tell you that. Well do tell,

- otherwise you're not going.
- I'm going out with Mum. - Where?

- Like I said.
- I thought you two weren't even speaking?

We weren't, but something's
come up and it's important.

I really wish there was
just one area in my life

that wasn't shrouded in mystery.

Maybe the real issue is
your unhealthy need to solve

all mysteries.

Right, see you later.

How's it stalking
if it's family?

(PHONE PINGS) (GRUNTS)

VALERIE: I can't believe
we're having to do this.

Of all the stupid things!
Being judgmental doesn't help.

I know, I know, I
just... I'm so angry.

You better not tell
your dad. Yeah, no shit.

- Valerie Burgess?
- That's her. Wouldn't catch me doing it unprotected!

I don't think Bibi's gonna show.

What's with the archive
files? You tell me.

You seemed to be eyeballing them
pretty closely as I walked in.

- I have no idea what you're talking.
- About. - Something is going on

in this department, Dot, and if
polygraph testing were reliable

I'd have all of you
hooked up one by one.

Flick and Val have
been lying to me, too.

- Are you sleeping OK?
- Don't you dare! Only cos yesterday you thought

- the killer was trying to communicate.
- With you. - She was. The howling.

The wolf's head. She couldn't
have been clearer. (DOOR OPENS)

The precipitin
testing has revealed

- that at least some of the blood is.
- Human. - Great.

There are also traces of Sol's DNA.
Have it written up for the CPS.

I would've liked to see more.
It was a pretty low-grade sample

- given we think he was butchered.
- There. - There is also a chance

that the human blood
could be Sarah's.

You don't use knives like that
without getting the odd nick or two.

I also found something interesting
when I analysed the blood sample

after Sarah was arrested.

Her HCG levels indicate that
she's about four weeks pregnant.

- Well?
- Sarah says she wanted a baby to fill the void

left by her mother's death.
Sol was the sperm donor.

Why didn't she just tell us
that? Sol only agreed to do it

on the condition that no one would
ever find out. David in particular.

Looks like she wasn't lying when
she said it's life rather than death

- that interests her.
- None of this means she didn't kill him.

Widow spiders kill their mate
after sex. Val probably wishes

she'd devoured me once
she got what she needed.

Maggy doesn't reckon
Sol died on that table.

Maybe Sarah killed him
somewhere else. (PHONE PINGS)

Problem?

Listen, you've got two
choices. You go on your accord,

or I'll take you over there
myself and the chair'll stay here.

- Go on, then!
- What's going on? This idiot won't leave.

Not until you come and clean
the cars you pissed on.

I warned you. Every time I look
over there he's staring me out.

You're paranoid, mate. A
guilty conscience will do that.

- What guilty conscience?
- I know you had beef with the lad who died.

- I didn't have beef with him, - he was an idiot!
- Whatever.

I will fuck you up. Doesn't
bother me you're on wheels!

- Oi! Calm yourself!
- You know, it would be easy to assume

it's some feeling of superiority
that causes you to act the way

that you do. But I wonder
if it's the opposite.

I can see how anabolic steroids
would initially have been appealing.

All that muscle mass,
seemingly for free.

But then the bill
arrives, the 'roid rage

and the uncontrollable tears. Not
to mention the shrivelled balls

and dysfunctional
penis. (CHUCKLES)

You gotta wonder, mate,
was it really worth it?

You're a clever guy, aren't
you? Maybe too clever.

Step away now,
Dale, if I was you.

I'm telling you, he's a wrong'un.
You ought to look into him.

Maybe we should. If
only you'd taken a swab.

(MUSIC PLAYS OVER HEADPHONES)

Both of them.

You know you could tell
me anything, right?

Of all the rubbish parents come
out with, that has got to be

the biggest one. No, Dad,
there's a vast myriad of things

I can't tell you cos you'd
either get too mad or too sad,

or it'd somehow
blow your tiny mind.

I know you went to the sexual health
clinic and that hasn't blown my tiny mind.

- No?
- I find the idea that you have either had sex

or thinking of having sex
completely unacceptable,

but if it has to happen
then I want you to be safe.

So you'd be OK with
it? OK is a stretch

but I am not losing
my shit, am I?

Well, that is very good
to know. Thanks, Dad.

Oh, my God! You're
having sex! Oh, no!

You're planning on
having sex? Also no!

What were you doing at
the sexual health clinic?

Mum was getting tested.
Tested for what?

Well, not pregnancy, Dad.

- STIs?
- Apparently Jeff prefers things natural.

That's way too much information.
How do you think I felt?

Look, the tests will probably come
back clear, don't mention to Mum

that you know anything.
She seemed pretty low.

What makes you say that?

When she dropped me back she
gave me a hug and she sort of

like... wouldn't let go.

Oh. Don't go soft. She brought
it on herself, remember?

(SPRAYING)

(PHONE PINGS)

SATNAV: Your destination
is on your left.

(MOTORCYCLE APPROACHING)

(CROWD CAWING)

(GASPS)

What the hell were you thinking?
The killer told me to come alone.

If they'd seen a police car rolling
up, they might not have left the hand.

You're assuming that they knew it
would be you on the receiving end

- of that text.
- It would explain - the woolly jumper. - What?

A wolf in sheep's
clothing. That is tenuous.

I'm not being funny Wolfe, but this
case has a victim, and it isn't you.

I managed to extract a DNA sample
from the jumper. It's Dale Waite.

- The bouncer.
- Let's go. I'll get a unit to his house

- and one to the club.
- Me and the team will head to the house.

Wolfe, I need you to see this.

Right, so once it became clear
that Sol left Sarah's house alive,

I did another sweep of the car.

See that. It could be
innocent, of course.

Let's find out.

(SPRAYING)

- Whoa.
- Well, that's an arterial spray if ever I've seen one.

Dale must've murdered him
as he approached the car.

It's an upward angle from
a very low impact point.

STEVE: What if Sol was on his knees.
Dale came up and hit him from behind.

He fell down and then Dale followed
up with a knife in the neck.

There was no injury on
the back of Sol's head

- or between his shoulder blades.
- If you're Dale, why go to the trouble?

He had the knife. He was taller
than Sol, why not plunge it in

and be done with it?
Because he was compensating.

(CLUB MUSIC PLAYS)

(SPRAYING)

(GRUNTS)

Tyler. You cut Sol's
femoral artery.

I couldn't have
reached his carotid.

But you've put yours on a plate.
Don't do something you'll regret.

Why would I regret it?

Everyone's going to know my name.
I think they'll know it now anyway.

No one cares about Sol James.

But Professor Wolfe -
the forensics expert

who got murdered by the
guy he never suspected.

That's a story.

I'm sorry I underestimated you.

I've been underestimated
my whole life.

I struggle to hold a pen,
and some days my piss,

so you can't blame
people, really.

But if you've got
to be invisible

you might as well have some fun
with it.(SIRENS BLARE IN DISTANCE)

I don't think this
is about disability.

I think it's about
psychopathy, pure and simple.

(GASPS) Please, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, please! Tyler,
put the knife down.

I'm not going to kill you.

I'm going to haunt you.

You're going to spend
the rest of your life

wondering if I killed again in
the time it took you to find me.

I'm the guy you
didn't spot, Wolfe.

I'm the guy who won.

(KNOCK ON DOOR) Come in.

You wanted me? Sit
down, Dominique.

Would you mind telling me
why you ordered these files

from the evidence archive?

You can learn a lot
by studying old cases.

I agree. So tell me
why you felt the need

to use a fake name to get
them. And tell me also why

you chose these
files in particular.

No reason.

Seems you had a good look through
while I was out yesterday.

All cases that involved
the death of an infant.

Why?

You flicked through all of them.

But you were really
interested in this one

Regina versus Barnette.

I'm assuming it's no coincidence
that you share a surname

with the defendant in this case.

Fay Barnette is my mum.

The baby who died
was my brother.

And your evidence is the
reason she's been banged up

for the best part of my life.
So that's why you're here?

To access this case
file. To undermine me.

It's one of the reasons I'm
here. Of all the calculating

and underhand things I've ever
heard-If you're going to sack me,

just sack me. You
don't get it, do you?

Your position on this
team is bigger than you.

When you screw up, you do it
on behalf of a whole community.

What, because I'm black?

- When is a white person ever asked to.
- Represent their race? - Life's unfair.

You know what, Wolfe?
You're a hypocrite.

You weren't worried about
discrediting black people

- when you were making biological. - Weapons.
- Those were extreme circumstances.

That's the thing about laws,
you don't get to decide

- when you can break them.
- Clear your desk, Dominique. We're done.

No, Professor Kinteh.
We're far from done.

If there's one thing you've taught
me, it's that evidence wins.

I'm used to prisons. Maybe
I'll come and visit you.

I can't believe I'm doing this. She
spent an hour in the STI clinic,

- not a month in the Priory.
- It isn't about the STI clinic. It's about

trauma and loss and how we
support each other through it.

You and I are both fully aware that
Jeff was... A cheating ball sack.

A cheating ball sack. But your
mother saw something in him

that she connected with and that
connection has been ruptured.

So you're chucking me out
cos you feel sorry for her.

- But we can't tell her that.
- It's not just that she needs you, Flick.

She needs you to need her. Which
is why you're going to tell her

that living at Dad's is
exactly the domestic void

she might have imagined,
but more than that...

I missed my mum. Exactly.

You are topping up my phone
credit for the next six months.

We said three.

You're gonna be OK? Of
course, why wouldn't I be?

♪ People say I'm the
life of the party

♪ Cos I tell a joke or two

♪ Although I might be
laughing loud and hearty

♪ Deep inside I'm blue

♪ So take a good look at my face

♪ You'll see my smile
looks out of place

♪ If you look closer,
it's easy to trace

♪ The tracks of my tears

♪ I need you, need
you need you, need you

♪ Since you left me if you
see me with another girl

♪ Seeming like I'm having fun

♪ Although she may be cute

♪ She's just a substitute...

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