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I'm not sleeping. It's getting worse.

When your brain turns against you,

it's a very frightening thing.

She's been sleepwalking.

I didn't know she put these cameras up around the house.

She's doing everything our mum used to do.

I need to know. Did you kill her?

Will you just listen to yourself?

- Did you? - You're not sleeping, Em!

This is your mum's prescription.

It's basically speed.

- My teenage fucking daughter! - Rob, listen.

Stop!

Just look at your life, Em.

You've got Robert. You've got the kids.

Emma Averill, I'm arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of Patricia Bournett.

Emma Averill.

Have you consumed any alcohol or drugs in the past 24 hours?

Yes. Both.

What have you had? When did you have it?

And how much?

Amphetamines, uh, last night.

I'm not sure how much.

Chloe's not answering.

I've called, uh, Faisal,

but he's the criminal law guy at Emma's firm.

And I'm sure Emma's gonna call him,

but I don't know when she's gonna get a chance to.

I can't believe this is happening.

- Is Will okay? - He's calmed down a bit.

What if she's charged?

The kids, how are they gonna take it?

I mean, what do I...

What am I supposed to say to them?

What happens if she's goes to prison?

You're all right.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Let's wait and see what Faisal's got to say, yeah?

I just... I can't... I can't do all this by myself.

Here's what we'll do.

Will said something about football practice.

I think you should take him, get out of the house,

get some fresh air. Be good for both of you.

I'll head back to mine, grab my things.

And I'll stay as long as you need.

Come here, come here. It's gonna be all right.

Okay.

Thanks, Phoebe.

You're not doing it on your own, Rob.

I'll be back soon!

Come and see the tadpoles.

Hi, Mum.

Emma!

What's happening? Has she been released?

No, we haven't been able to interview your wife yet.

But we do need to ask you some questions.

What did you fight about yesterday?

What?

When we arrived this morning, Emma was attempting to forcibly

enter the home, was she not?

Doesn't take a detective to figure out

she hadn't been home all night.

Does that happen often, that you argue so badly

that one of you has to stay out all night?

Why weren't you letting her in?

Were you worried for your physical safety?

Why do you bother asking questions

if you're not gonna let me answer?

We had a disagreement that wasn't relevant to this.

It's about our teenage daughter. And uh, we both got angry.

Do we fight? No. Is this unusual? Yeah.

But then we're having a bit of an unusual week, aren't we?

Has Emma exhibited any other behavior during the last week

or so that you would deem concerning or, um, unusual?

No. Nothing.

Is there anything else?

Yeah. There was one more thing, actually.

Where was your wife yesterday evening, if she wasn't here?

- She's staying at her sister's. - No. No, she wasn't.

Do you have any idea who she might have been with?

No. She's a very busy woman.

And I'm not her secretary.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thanks for coming.

They treating you okay?

Yeah. I just need to get out of here.

Okay, one step at a time.

Is Will and Chloe okay?

I spoke to Robert. They're fine.

What the fuck, Em?

It's one huge mistake.

Okay, well, they've arrested you because they found familial DNA

underneath your mother's fingernails.

Can you think of any reason why that might be yours?

Come on, mate. You know how this works.

I can't help you if you don't talk to me, yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, um...

I went to the hospital the morning she died.

When I was in the room, she grabbed my arm.

She wouldn't let go. I pulled away.

She scratched my arm. That's it.

And you didn't tell the police this

when they came to the house?

- No. I know how that sounds. - So you lied to the police?

I wasn't thinking.

What about the amphetamines?

How long you been taking those?

No, that's... that's not a thing. It-it... it was a one-off.

Well, it doesn't look good, mate.

It was stupid.

I suppose it is a novel way to celebrate your 40th.

Have they brought Phoebe in yet?

I'll find out.

Right now our focus is getting you through this interview

and clearing you as a suspect, yeah?

Yeah.

I thought I was dreaming for a minute.

Nope. I'm here.

So I see.

I should check my phone.

- Oh, fuck. - What is it?

It's Michelle. She sent a voice note.

Now, look, she can be nasty when she's angry.

Now, don't... Listen, don't press play.

D...

I'm not angry with you, Chloe.

I want you to know that.

I'm so disappointed.

Do you remember your 14th birthday?

And you said I was like an aunt to you?

I don't know how that girl could do this to me.

I don't know you at all.

See, I've got a little boy upstairs crying for his daddy

and I don't have the heart to tell him

that he's not coming back.

Everything I thought was so safe...

How could you both be so selfish?

If we hadn't been caught, do you think you would've left her?

Look, peoeple are always gonna be difficult, Chloe, but...

We've done it now.

In my head...

God, it sounds so stupid now.

But in my head I convinced myself that it didn't matter

and she wouldn't care because she didn't love you, not really.

But she does and it's awful.

I need... I need some time to think.

Chlo.

Chloe, please.

Chloe.

- Chloe. - Dad, where are you?

- I'm home. Why? - Uh, can you come pick me up?

Of course I can.

Hey Bear, football.

Hey buddy, are you all right?

Why did the police take Mummy?

Oh, um, they just wanted to talk to her, that's all.

What about?

Nothing that you need to think about.

I dreamed about the bad lady again.

Oh, well, hey, Mummy is not a bad lady, okay?

She's just...

She just doesn't feel like herself at the moment.

That's all.

I want Mummy back.

Like she was.

I know.

I know you do.

Let's go play some football.

So Patricia regained consciousness for the one

and only time during her hospital stay in the few moments

you were in her room?

Why didn't you tell us this before?

I've been having some trouble sleeping recently.

It... just didn't cross my mind.

Yeah. Yeah, we saw your prescription for sleeping pills.

Surely your mother waking up, uh, even briefly is something

you'd want to make sure the police knew.

- But you didn't tell us? - No, I didn't.

Because you didn't want anyone to know that

you'd been in the room.

That your mother had clawed at you while you suffocated her.

I didn't suffocate her. I didn't do anything to her.

And that's your version of events?

That's what happened.

Right. So...

This is what I think happened.

After decades of repressing the trauma inflicted upon you

and your sister by your mother, her reappearance in your life

reignited something in you. You go to see her on impulse,

missing an appointment with an important client

and leaving the office to do so.

When faced with her in her hospital room, uh,

a lifetime of rage surfaces and you do to her

what she tried to do to your sister 35 years ago.

You suffocate her.

She grabs at you so hard she breaks skin,

but you overpower her. Within moments, she's dead.

That isn't what happened.

We have you at the scene of the crime, with DNA evidence

indicating a physical struggle.

And you deliberately omitted key information

during your initial statement in your home.

Perhaps this is time for you to tell us the truth.

- Did you kill your mother, Emma? - No, I didn't.

How many times do I need to tell you I didn't kill her?

Have you...

Have you looked into Phoebe? Because I have.

Yesterday I visited the psychiatric unit

where they told me that she was hitting her.

I haven't seen my mother for 35 years.

Why would I kill her?

Phoebe Bournett is not a person of interest

- in this investigation. - Why not?

She was the last person in the room with her...

Do you have any evidence that my client touched the pillow?

Yeah, as we made clear in disclosure,

the results are inconclusive.

So you can't link her to the murder weapon itself?

And the DNA evidence that you do have

supports her version of events.

Her mother grabbed her arm. One arm.

Surely, if she's struggling for her life,

she's conscious enough to grab one arm,

she would grab the other. My client would have been

bruised and scratched on both arms.

Everything else you've got is circumstantial.

Emma Averill is a well-respected member of the legal community.

She's never had so much as a parking ticket.

She's happily married. She has two beautiful children.

She would not risk all of that to murder a woman

she's considered dead for the past 35 years

and who, in all likelihood, was dying already.

- Is that it? - I doubt it.

CPS thinks there is insufficient evidence to charge you for now,

which is good, but you're not out of the woods.

Can you give me a lift to the car, please?

Yeah, sure.

Look, Phoebe sent me some videos of you sleepwalking.

What? Why would she do that? This is my point...

I know, but listen, it could be useful.

Something like that, if this gets serious,

that could help us build a defense.

What kind of defense?

Fucking insanity! That I'm as mad as my mother?

- No, no! - Em, I'm on your team here.

Don't forget.

Fucking Phoebe. She's driving me crazy.

Do you really think she did this?

Yes, I do think she did it. Because she was in the room.

She was the last person alone with my mother the day she died.

And I don't trust her. I never have.

We've never been close.

It'd really help if you could tell me why.

Hello. Anyone home?

Come and see the tadpoles.

Fucking Emma.

They're gonna let her go, right?

Hopefully, Chlo, hopefully.

I thought I was the drama in the family for the week.

Yeah, I'm not ready to find that funny yet.

- I know. I'm sorry. - It's okay

I think I'm gonna come home for a bit.

Really?

Yeah, but it's not over.

I just need some time to think about some things.

Okay.

Why is being an adult so hard?

I think it's payback for the joy of being a kid.

Excuse me. Hello, Will.

- You all right? - Hey, Will.

Give me your bag. Thank you.

I'll race you to the park!

Come on.

Emma, wait for me!

It should be here. Where are they?

Phoebe, get away from her!

We've not read this for a while.

- You don't have to read. - I don't mind.

"Sarina, looking from the window,

"thought that the miracle

- "of spring..." - They're all the same.

How about Lost Laughter?

You'd laugh more if I wasn't here.

Mum.

The new meds will make you feel better soon.

Hi ya. Are you Joan Mitchell?

Who wants to know?

I'm Phoebe, Emma's sister.

Do you mind if I come in?

Um, I'm... I'm actually just in the middle of something.

Was Emma with you last night?

Yeah, yeah. She was, um...

She was helping me fill out some forms.

It... it was fun. Yeah. It was a great night.

- It's her birthday, isn't it? - Yeah.

- How did she seem to you? - Emma? Yeah, yeah.

She was... she was fine.

Is everything okay?

Are these yours?

Just they've got your address on them.

Do you want to come in for a minute?

Yeah. Thanks.

So what did you two get up to last night?

We, um...

We had a few lines, but it was... it was no big deal.

It is to Emma, actually.

She's really fragile at the minute.

Look, I'm not judging.

I'll be the last one to talk, trust me.

She's just not been herself recently.

Given that she was high,

did she mention anything to you about our mum?

Look, I know that's a weird question,

but I really need to know. It's important.

I'm trying to get to the truth of something and...

well, you know what it's like when you get on it.

Verbal diarrhea, so I'm just wondering...

Look, it was...

It was the night before her birthday.

We had some fun,

but as for your family dramas,

I'm just Emma's friend.

It's got nothing to do with me. I'm sorry.

Yeah. Sure. Okay.

Are you sure we haven't met?

It's just you're really familiar to me.

- You have a... - No, I don't think so.

All right.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Em.

I remember now why I never trusted you.

- You tried to drown me. - Drown you?

What are you talking about? Where are you?

St. Agnes'.

Just stay there. I'm coming to find you.

Shit.

Phoebe!

Phoebe, Phoebe! Oh my God!

Oh!

Fuck!

Oh my God!

Ambulance, please! Yeah, it's an emergency!

My sister's been hit by a car. St. Agnes' Children's Home.

Please, hurry up! Please!

Phoebe.

Stay there. Stay... stay with me.

That's all for now. Thank you.

- I'll give you some space. - Thanks.

- Mum, you okay? - Yeah.

- Is Phoebe okay? - She's in the best place.

She'll be okay.

- Where's Will? - He's at Finley's.

Shall I go get you a cup of coffee or something?

Yeah, that'd be nice.

I think there's, um...

There's a cafeteria downstairs, right?

- Have you got money? - No.

- Can you get me a cup of tea? - Yes.

Thank you.

So what are the doctors saying?

It's too early to say.

Christ, Em.

- They've let you go? - Yeah, not enough evidence.

Right.

Whew.

Ten days ago, we were fine.

And we were... We were happy.

How could everything change so fast?

- Where's your car? - What?

Have the police impounded it?

What? You think I run Phoebe over?

I don't know.

I mean, I don't know. I don't...

I just... I mean...

I found her by the roadside. It was a hit and run.

How can you think that?

How can I not think that? Come on, Em.

This... this morning, you were screaming blue murder at her.

And now she's in the hospital and you're the only one

that was there when she was hit. And the stuff with your mum.

Tell me, Em,

what would you think if you were in my place?

Hey, sorry. They spilled a bit.

Are we allowed to visit her, Aunt Phoebe?

No, she's in surgery. She'll be there a while.

We need to go get Will anyway.

- Okay. - All right.

I've got my phone on me.

Text me if there's any updates, all right?

Okay.

- I love you. - I love you.

Bye.

Mum!

Okay.

So the first round of surgery has gone well.

Thank God. Is she gonna be okay?

She's not in the clear yet, but we're more hopeful

than we were when she came in.

We've stopped the internal bleeding

and alleviated the pressure on her brain.

But we won't know the extent of any damage until she wakes up.

Can I go and sit with her?

It might help her to hear your voice.

Although, she's unlikely to wake up for a few hours.

And we've given her a D&C.

A doctor probably thought it was unnecessary,

but given her weakened state,

we don't want to risk any kind of infection.

- I don't understand. - The miscarriage.

I'm sorry. I presumed you knew.

Your sister has recently lost a pregnancy at some point

- in the last couple of days. - Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry about your baby, Phoebe.

I wish you'd've come to me.

I'd have been there for you like you were there for me.

Like, the time when they took us to the children's home

and we were sat in the back of that police car,

and you held my hand so tight

like you were never gonna let go.

I'm never gonna let go. I promise.

You've got to get better, Phoebe.

I'll go to one of them bloody retreats with you.

You can teach me yoga.

I can't touch my toes, though.

Mm...

Phoebe.

Phoebe, hello.

How you've been?

I'm so sorry about everything.

I didn't try to drown you, Em.

It wasn't me.

They thought it was me

because they thought I was damaged.

They did... because of what you did

with the numbers. Do you remember?

Me?

You wrote them all over the wall of our dorm.

Two, three, three, one, zero, one, one, three, one, two,

three, one, five, five, two,

zero, one, zero, one, three,

one, one, one, five, five,

one, zero, one, one, zero.

Emma?

Morning, girls.

- They're coming. - Time to get up.

Phoebe, what have you done?

You're coming with me.

And I told them it was me

because I didn't want you to get into trouble.

Because they liked you.

I-I didn't push you in.

Em, I pulled you out.

Emma! Emma!

Phoebe, get away from her!

Are you okay?

Come with me.

Phoebe! Phoebe!

I'm remembering things all wrong.

Maybe it was me.

Maybe I killed Mum.

I just don't remember it.

Do you remember the frog? The little girl.

I saw the frog.

Em, it was so strange.

Hang on!

Hi. Can I help?

Is the birthday girl in?