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Oh...

No, no, Jo, don't.

You can't get up.
You're in hospital.

Yeah. There...

Alistair?

Come on, just lie down.

I had forgotten I used to be strong.

I knew I could be again.
I had...to rescue myself.

You see, it's the Karpman
triangle again.

Does that make me the persecutor?

It's been four months
since the disappearance of Noah.

After much discussion with the team,
senior colleagues

both here and in Scotland,
we've decided to scale

the investigation down.

You've given up?
No, the investigation stays open.

But we don't have any real suspects
or enough evidence to build a case

that's going to stand up in court.
Against us?

Or against anyone that
we've been investigating.

There is always the possibility
that new evidence may be found.

Someone may remember something
or someone may want to confess.

People think the weight of guilt
will lessen with time,

but in my experience,
it's quite the opposite.

Let's hope you're right.

Why are we here?

I thought we could have a look.

I mean, if we...if we lived here,
we'd be close to Chloe.

Close to Noah.

Live here?

Let's just have a look.

What is it?

I'm just trying to imagine
us starting again.

Maybe having another baby.

I don't know.

We need to go home, don't we?

Al...

..where is he?

Here.

Let me take a photo.

Sorry, I just wanted to have a look.

Powerless?

When someone else is
in charge of your life,

who decides where you live and how.

It wasn't a child, it was...

It was humiliating.

How did Alistair get that control?

I gave it to him.

Shameful.

And you wanted to get it back?

I can't sleep.

Please...

Take me to him.

And then I'll go.

I'll have another baby.

I'll be the grieving wife.

I'll be the perfect...wife.

I'll be whoever the fuck you
want me to be.

But I need to know where he is.

Understand me.

Thanks, Mum.
I think that's the last lot.

I just want you to know, Al,
I think your decision to return

to Scotland is the right one.

It's important to get
on with your lives. Thanks, Mum.

It won't be easy. No.

Little Noah...

Whether he's alive or not,
someone knows what happened to him.

They have to live with that.

I just hope one day
we know the truth.

Wouldn't you think if someone
was going to feel remorse...

..they would have spoken up by now?

Or if they didn't feel remorse,
they might have made a mistake.

Or a slip-up.

Yes.

That's what the police
were really hoping for,

that someone close to whoever took
Noah should have seen something

and would have reported it.

It's not as easy as that,
though, is it?

What do you mean?

Well...

Whoever took Noah must be very good
at hiding the truth.

Even from those close to them.

Well, it might not
have been one person.

Two people can keep a secret
much better than one.

I can't even imagine that.

No.

No, you couldn't, Mum.

And what do you think about coming
to Scotland in the next six months

or so, and bringing Chloe with you?

A holiday. Would you like that?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Something to look forward to.

Joanna and Alistair were living
with you in Wilde Bay

when the search for their missing
child was in full swing.

How would you characterise
their relationship?

They were under terrible,
terrible stress and pressure

at that time.

So, they fought?

I didn't say that.

They were coping with a dreadful
situation the best way they could.

How did you think Joanna responded
to the loss of her child?

She was devastated.

Tell me, what kind
of mother were you?

Excuse me?

Alistair was living in Scotland
for ten years and you never

visited him once, yet you stayed
in Scotland and visited in hospital

the woman accused of
murdering your son.

What are we to think?
Objection, my lord!

Mrs Robertson is not on trial.

Sustained.

No further questions, my lord.

Excuse me, there's a couple of spare
seats available in first class.

We'd like you to have them.
I'll help you get your bags.

It's like VIPs.

Stand back, just give us some space.
Some space, please.

Guys, I'm sure you can appreciate

that this is a very difficult time
for Joanna and myself.

We'd ask for some privacy
so we can try and rebuild our lives.

Hi there.

Are you going to smile?

Give us a smile.

Smile!

Hi. Could I have a signature,
please?

Thank you.

Hey!

Oh...

I'm here, I'm here.

Oh...

Come on.

Oh, I'm here.

I'm here.

There, there.

I got you. I got you.

I can't see any way round it,
Alistair.

Really? My hands are tied.

There's no way I can risk
my position by keeping you on.

You're serious?

I thought you of all people
would understand.

Joanna and I are victims
of a horrific crime.

I've lost my son and months
of my life,

and that makes me unsuitable to work
for the party?

It was decided that your notoriety
would cloud the role.

And how's your daughter?
Alistair, don't make this personal.

But you still have your seat,
your job, because I managed

your family's crisis,
and many others before that.

Of course, you're upset. OK, OK.

Perhaps I could call Stuart Galwick.

Stuart who? Galwick.

He may have something for you in the
party administration, or...

I don't know.

Al!

Hey. Hey. How are you? I'm good.

Well, no, I've been better. Yeah.

I can't believe that just happened.

Jo?

Here you are.

Hi.

They're pretty.

How was your day?

Hard.

Well, I lost my job.

The party don't want me back.

That bastard Fossery.

Says we're too much
in the public eye.

It's disgraceful.

I just spent the afternoon
wandering about.

People treat me like
the grieving mother.

I just want to disappear.

I'll get you a glass of wine.

Do you ever hear me?

Yes.

Yes, I hear you.

I'm sorry you feel like that.

I've just lost my job.

I've got a bit to think about.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

Oh, the cleaner let me in.

You don't respond to my calls
or texts any more, so...

It's been...

It's been busy.

Should I go?

No.

Sorry. End of day, not myself.

What is that supposed to be?

"The monster was only
pretending to be asleep."

Jesus, it's terrifying.

How are you?

Yeah, good, you know?

Busy.

You should come in
and get your hair cut.

I've not had it cut
since I was away.

You should have made an appointment.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe I could...

Maybe I could come over,

you know, when nobody else
is around.

Of course. We could have some wine.

Yeah.

It's OK.

Can you go?

Sure?

I'm fine.

It's OK.

I'll call you. I'll call you.

I will. Promise.

And the...

..the PR consultant says
that it's going to cost 1,000.

Uh-huh. And the guy says, "1,000?
That's expensive."

And the PR cons...

Jo.

Hi.

Hi. Um...

Jo, this is...
This is Jean-Louise Talbot.

Hi. Ah, our mysterious publicist.
That's me.

I'll just get you a glass of wine.

Joanna, I'm so sorry
for what you've been through.

Thank you.

Are we celebrating?

Yeah.

The book deal came through today.

Um...

We've...we've been commissioned
to write a book.

Our story.

Why would we want to do that?

People are very interested
in both of you.

It WILL sell. I wish they weren't.

I wish it would all just go away.
Exactly.

And you should make
that part of the book -

the intrusion of the press.
Be brutally honest about everything.

Why not?

And I might have a job.

If you want it,
believe me, it's yours.

It's an organisation
called Broken Circle,

and it's...

..it's for parents who have lost
their children to violent crimes,

and they want me to come
work for them.

Broken Circle UK
are one of my clients.

Alistair would be both spokesperson
for the foundation and manage

their global press and publicity.

And Alistair's public position
would help keep the search for Noah

in the public eye.

Well, that's... That's great.

Sorry, everything's just become
very strange to me.

What we've become. Of course.

What you've been through,
I can't even begin to imagine.

There's a lot to take in.

Why don't I go?
Let you two talk about it.

So, I'll walk you out.
It was really great to meet you.

So...

See you. Bye.

You're actually
considering this job?

Yeah.

It's...

It's a good package.

It's such a lie.

How can you do it?

I know this experience
from the inside.

I thought...
I thought you'd be happy for...

It would be ideal if she would,
because you're seen as a team.

You're both Noah's parents.

You know how she feels
about this stuff.

What if you sold it
to her as a one-off,

just a good set of photos of the two
of you for the website?

Or I could do it without her.

Yes, but you need to be aware
that it's Joanna that the public

most want to see and hear from.

It's photos of her that
are the magnet.

You alone...not so much.

Mothers.

Fallen mothers.

Thank you for this. It means a lot.

It's just stills, no interviews?

Absolutely.

And don't ask me to cry.

Thank you.

You know, another baby's
just what we need.

Yeah, you're right.

Hi! Hi, Jo.

Oh.

Hello.

Oh, how was your flight? Hello.

Come in, it's cold. Yeah.
Erm... This bag...

That's for you. That one there.
Oh, thank you.

I've made up two beds
in the spare bedroom.

My old bedroom. Oh, of course.
Thank you.

Do you want a cup of tea, Mum?
Oh, Alistair, I'd love a cup of tea.

I'll just put these...

..there. Everything looks smaller.

We're looking into opening a branch
of Broken Circle in Australia.

It makes sense.

We had so much press there.

Did Alistair tell you he's writing
a book?

Will I be in it?

No, not much.

It's about the investigation.

What about Mum?

Yeah, we'll let Alexandra
read anything before

it's published, of course.

You know, there are people
still looking for Noah.

You, um...

You still read all the online stuff?

Yes.

Don't you?

Chloe... We've...tried not to.

It's too painful.

Well, how else is anyone going
to find him unless we keep trying?

This is what you guys
should be doing,

not having your photos taken
like you're stupid celebrities.

Chloe, that's enough.

Perhaps we should call it a night.
Yeah.

Night.

Is it not the case that Joanna
Lindsay is a stranger to the truth?

I don't know how to answer that.

Well, the accused is an adulteress
who destroyed your marriage

and left you a single mother.

Her only child apparently
disappeared when she popped

into the shops.

Do you agree that she has a history
of covering up

her own questionable behaviours?

I think there's a difference
between lying...

..and doing what you have to do
to survive.

I think Joanna was trapped.

Alistair was not...
not an easy man to love.

Sorry I'm late.

Shall we get a cab?

No, let's walk.

I wish they weren't here tonight.

I know.

It's a tough day.

But let's try and celebrate.

Today?

On Noah's birthday?

Yes.

Marry me.

I want us to move forward.

I want us to get Chloe
to move over here,

I want to...

I want to have another
baby, maybe two.

Remember, we are invincible.

Together, we can do anything.

OK.

Great.

Let's tell Chloe tonight.

She'll be so excited for a wedding.

Hello?

What is this?

It's Noah's birthday today.
Chloe, what is all this?

Mum, what's going on?

I've no idea. I've been asleep.

I just bought some
balloons from the shop.

The man gave me these streamers.
He said he was throwing them out.

Did you forget?

You forgot it was his birthday?

Chlo... This is what he might look
like now.

Someone has made this. It's amazing.

I had no idea.

I am so sorry, Jo. Nan!

That is enough!
How could you be so stupid?

So insensitive?

I can't do this.

Jo, wait.

Jo, please, wait. Please...

Wait. Oh, it's too horrible!

Chloe...Chloe will be devastated,
OK?

She'll think you don't like her.
Well, I don't!

Jesus, Jo, she's 15 years old.
I don't want to be her mother!

The damage is too much to repair,
and I don't want the responsibility

of failing another child.

When something of this magnitude
happens to a family,

it may be many people's first
experience with the police,

with lawyers and the press.

The Broken Circle Foundation puts
the expert support on the ground

with the parents, and we follow
through for as long as it takes.

Is that all right?

You're amazing.

Let's go again.

Hey. Thanks for popping by.

Here it is,
all for you and Alistair.

Mostly to you, though.

My God. I know.
I can shred it all, if you want.

No-one expects you to respond to it.

No, I'd like to look through.
People took the time...

You have such heart, and it appears
so genuine, effortless.

You are Alistair's greatest asset

and about to become his wife,
I believe.

Congrats!

I'll leave you to it.

My deepest sympathies go out
to you and your family.

May God give you the comfort
and peace that you seek.

I know you did it.

You're a liar and a fraud,
and I hope you rot in hell...

Dear Joanna,

I was sitting behind you...

..on the flight to Melbourne.

Despite everything that
has been said about you,

I want you to know that I saw

a young couple caring for their baby

with patience and love.

Even after we landed,
your husband was so tender

with the little fellow,
at the car hire, when he was crying.

I wish you well and hope you find
some peace in your days.

Well, jet lag's not
caused by lack of sleep.

You know that, right?

Ssh-ssh-ssh!

Ssh-ssh!

You're OK, bubba.

There. Queen of hearts.

Nine of hearts.

Ten of hearts.

Please!

Promise.

OK, hearts, hearts...
King of hearts.

Easy. Perfect.

That's good, we are on spades.

OK. And three, done. Oh, look!

You should hold on to that.

Remember the happiness
you had with him.

Al, let's go for a drive.

Now?

But I'm winning.

No, you're not.

Yes, I am.

I need some fresh air.

We'll be back for dinner.

Now, that's a good idea.

Chloe, we can go to the art gallery.

And you, OK,
just don't touch the game.

We'll finish it tonight.

A drive?

Cabin fever.

OK, where are we going?

Not sure.

Out of the city?

Sure.

I was thinking we should take Chloe
down to London before she goes home,

get her excited about living here.

It'll take time.

When we have another baby,
she'll want to be here,

for sure.

I don't want another baby.

You've got to forgive yourself.

Let's drive.

Alistair,
I need to ask you something.

Did you give Noah
medicine at the airport?

What?

At Melbourne Airport.

I went to get us coffee.

You were at the
car hire desk with Noah.

Did you give him medicine then?

No, what are you talking about?

Alistair...tell me.

Tell me the truth.

Did you?

Oh, fuck.

There you go.

Yes.

And did you taste it?

No.

It was you.

All this time...

All of this time,
you've let me believe it was me.

Jo, the medicine.

What?

When we found him...

..I was delirious.

I forgot that I gave him
the medicine at the airport.

You've remembered before now.

You could have told me
millions of times.

I wanted to tell you, Jo.

You have watched it destroy me.

But I've had to live with it too.

You are a coward. I had to bury him.

I had to dig a hole and put
my son's body in it.

He was dead.

He was gone. Who did it?
Where he was buried?

What did it matter?
Where he was buried?

What do you mean,
where he was buried?

You took me there,
you showed me where he was buried.

Oh, my God!

You lied about that too.
Yes, because I had to.

The cops were tracking
our every move.

They never followed us there.

Yes, yes, they did,
and they found nothing.

He's not buried under the tree.

I drove you to a fake spot,
the cops tracked us there,

they dug it up
and they found nothing.

It helped us.
It took the heat off us.

I did that.

I did that for us, for you!

The road was dry and there was no
evidence of skid marks on the road

at the point of exit. Meaning?

Meaning no attempt had been made
to slow the car

by applying the brake.

The damage to the car shows that the
car was travelling at speed

when it came off the road.
Thank you.

No more questions, my lord.

Erm, this is for you.

It's Alistair's things.

There's been enough pain.

You're family now.

How do you know if any of your
patients are telling you the truth?

Experience.

Time.

Instinct.

Am I telling you the truth?

My job is not to determine
if you're telling the truth

but whether or not
you're fit to stand trial.

Well, we both know
I'm fit to stand trial.

What does your instinct...

..tell you about my story?

I have everything I need
to complete my report, Joanna.

Good luck.

Perhaps you can tell us
in your own words

what happened on the afternoon
of 1st October last year.

It was the day after
our son's birthday.

We went for a drive out of town.

Erm...

We were talking
about Noah...together.

Quietly sharing our
precious memories of him.

I... I took my eyes off the road
for...a second.

And I missed a bend.

My fiance died.

I lived.

I lived so I could tell the truth.

My lord, I'd like to request
an adjournment.

I don't want that.
I want to continue.

I'm sorry I've been the cause of
so much grief to Alistair's family.

When Noah...

..left us...

..Alistair and I, we were, erm...

..devastated.

Broken.

We had to try to rebuild our lives.

What we went through brought out
the best and worst...

..in both of us.

No!

Where is my little boy?

Whoever took my son from me...

..made me think I had failed
to protect him.

Made me think I was a bad mother.

I was a good mother.

I know I loved my son.

I loved Alistair.

You can judge me how you see fit.

You can punish me as you see fit.

I've...

I've already been to hell.

I've lost my child.

And now I've lost Alistair.

The only person who truly...

..knew the truth...

..of my pain.

I did that!

I did that for us, for you!