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- I've just seen him, our son.

- He died Jodie.

- It's Tom.

They dredged the lake.

He wasn't there.

- He wasn't found.

- He has a scar.

He still has it to this day.

- You'll need an up-to-date DBS certificate.

Would that be an issue?

- Your work papers, just need to know where you got them.

- Mark Tanner. Daniel's father.

- I thought we'd met, made me curious to see you for myself.

- I got it, okay. All right, all right.

Just let Mummy put some on.

Okay, that will protect you. All right?

Okay, you go and play.

Where is he!

Tom!

Shouldn't that be a major 7th?

- Um.

- Um, there's some wine open if you'd like, or a beer? Or?

- I'd love a tea. No sugar.

- Okay.

- There are no pictures of you as a baby.

- Oh.

- Where was this taken?

- I dunno, we've moved all over, so.

- Why?

- Dad's work.

- Um, I'm afraid we're out of milk, so,

I, I suppose I can pop to the petrol station.

Will you be alright, Daniel?

- Yeah.

- Back in a minute.

- Is your bathroom down the hallway?

- Uh, yeah, yeah.

- Don't stop.

- Are you looking for something?

- Ah, I was looking for the bathroom.

I saw the model and got distracted.

- Thank you. You've been great.

How much do I owe you?

- Oh, no, it hasn't been an hour yet.

- He has homework for tomorrow.

- Okay, um, well for next week, I think you should-

- He doesn't need lessons.

- I really think it could help.

- Well he's been doing pretty well without you so far,

so shall we call it 30?

Say goodbye to Miss Walsh.

Daniel!

Say good...

Where did you get that?

- It's mine.

It has an app on it that helps him with his practise.

- Give it back.

- It's fine.

It's fine, I don't need it.

- Now.

- Thanks.

- I'm sorry things didn't work out.

- Yeah, DS Harvey, please.

It's Jodie Walsh.

Well can you get him to call me please, it's urgent!

- Wow.

- What?

- Just every time my back's turned,

I expect you to have vanished into the mist.

- I hope you never need time off for anything.

- Time off? Doesn't ring a bell.

- So, why were you summoned to the house?

- Well, she loves what we're doing.

- Okay.

- But she wants to hold off phase two 'til the autumn.

- Shit, you're kidding?

- And we have to get this lot done by Friday.

- How? - Yeah.

Apart from that, it's all good.

- Hey, which of you upset Ade?

He's a nightmare this morning.

- Your department.

- Ade wait a minute!

- I'm busy.

- Ade, just wait!

Ade, I thought you'd be happy

about Yazza going to keep you on?

You know we're taking a risk?

- You? Are taking a risk?

- What's happened?

- Not your problem.

- Ade.

- The people who got me my papers,

and yours, they want more money.

- But we agreed on a price and we paid it.

- Yes. Well it's gone up now.

- Well, they're trying it on.

We're not gonna give them any more.

- Then they called the Home Office or do something worse.

- How much do they want?

- 500. Today.

- Jodie, is this a joke?

- I'll be back as soon as I can.

- But where are you going?

- It's just a health thing.

- What?

- My doctor's had a cancellation.

- What is it?

- I, I probably nothing, I'm just gonna make sure.

- We used to talk Jodie, remember them days?

- I'll tell you when I can.

Yeah, yeah.

I need to transfer it from the business account

to the personal account?

500, yeah.

Thanks.

Hello?

Hello.

- Jodie, right behind you!

- Oh! Fuck's sake Jason!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You used to find it hilarious

when I used to sneak up on you.

- Yeah, when you were eight and no, I didn't.

What the hell are you doing here anyway?

- I'm picking you up.

- Huh?

- It's the family meal.

Got Tom's birthday coming up.

It's in the diary.

- Yeah. No, I can't make it.

- Jodie, I'm supposed to be in court.

I just sent in a colleague,

so I'm sure you can get out of pulling up a few weeds.

Oh, come on!

It'll do you good, all of us.

I'm driving.

- Where is it?

- It's at Ben's.

- Oh fuck.

- Yeah, Mum and Kate, they've been cooking all morning.

- You're really not selling it.

- Hiya, look who I've got.

- Hi. - Hey.

Keep them coming.

- Hi, Jodie.

- Kate.

- Glad to have you with us, love.

We all are.

- Hi, Lola. - Hi.

- Is that your new doll? - Yeah.

- Yeah? What's her name?

- Annabelle.

- That was lovely meal, thank you.

- We mustn't forget Kate now.

- No, to the chefs.

- Your father would have loved this,

all of us here together.

- Only if we were talking about him.

He'd have adored his funeral.

Been the last to leave.

- How can you say that?

- Come on now, Mum.

- I've only just lost him.

And already she starts.

- Right, I think Lola and I will leave you to it.

- Leave us to what?

- Come on, sweet heart.

- You do know that you're all being a little bit weird.

Well, weird-er.

- If there's any good to have come

from your father's passing-

- Quite a bit.

- It's that hopefully, in the future,

we can all start seeing a bit more of each other.

- Oh, that is a truly terrible idea.

- Why are you like this?

- I don't even know where to start.

- These family get togethers are to help you.

- Right. Right.

An annual lunch to celebrate the disappearance

of my four-year-old son.

- His birthday.

- At the house of my ex-husband and the woman

who stole him from me,

with my scarily successful brother

and a mother who can barely disguise

her disappointment in me.

Some celebration I could do without, to be honest.

- Jason?

- Okay, okay.

Here it is.

- What's that?

- It would have been Tom's 14th birthday this week

and we haven't come to this lightly.

- But we think it's time.

- Jason, what are you talking about?

- Tom's been gone 10 years now.

- Oh, really Ben? Because I hadn't noticed.

- It's a legal document, Jodie.

This is a declaration of presumed death.

Now, if a person is missing for seven years or more,

it can help with closure.

Look, if you and Ben sign this,

we can turn over the next page.

It might even bring us closer.

- Yeah, yeah. If we all just agree to forget about him.

- No. Jodie, you know that's not it.

- If we just accept the fact that he's not coming back.

- And remember him for the wonderful little boy he was.

- So, you've all been talking about my son

behind my back without involving me.

- It's not only you going through this, you know.

We all lost him.

It's just some of us chose to suffer in silence.

- Did you know?

- They've been planning it for a while.

- Right.

What would you do?

- I can't begin to imagine.

- Do ever wonder, if we hadn't lost Tom,

if Ben would have left me?

- Ben and I were sleeping together before Tom disappeared.

- Course you were. Christ.

You do realise don't you, when all's said and done,

you've traded your closest friend for a complete wanker.

- Jodie, I'm sorry.

- The day Tom disappeared the couple who never came forward,

you saw them didn't you?

- Ah, from a distance. We all did.

- Could this be the man?

- I don't know. It was so long ago.

- Just think, please, think.

- I honestly don't know.

Ben said he thought you'd seen Tom.

All this today, I know you don't think so

but it was to try and help you to move on.

- Don't mind me.

- Ben, I'll sign it.

The document, whatever it is, I'll do it.

But you have to do something for me first.

Yaz. No, no, I'm in the doctor's waiting room right now.

Yeah, yeah.

It's pretty packed, so.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's nothing.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Okay, bye.

- Mr. McKenzie, quick question for you.

- Yes.

- Anyone report a phone missing?

- Almost everyday, why?

- I just saw Miss Walsh put this one into a locker.

- Who'd like to record a song

in a proper professional recording studio?

- For real? - Yeah, absolutely for real.

- Yeah. - Yes?

- The paper feels different.

- Doesn't make it fake.

- Makes it worth calling to find out

if they've heard of her.

- Right. I'll send an email.

- Mr. McKenzie!

- I'm busy.

- So, what do you think?

- It's all right.

- You don't seen all that keen.

- Dad wouldn't let me do it anyway.

- What makes you say that?

- He kind of, told me to keep away from you.

- Why would he say that?

- Phone thing? I don't know.

- Yeah, why doesn't he let you have a phone?

- He will.

I just have to pay for it myself

and he gives me a fiver a week, so in about 12 years?

I better go.

Um, yeah, he's taking me out of school for a bit.

We're going away for his work.

Tomorrow.

I've got a match today, so, in case I don't see you before.

- Bye.

- Yes. I need to speak to DS Harvey please.

It's Jodie Walsh.

Yes. But he never bloody does.

- Come on, pass it in. Shoot!

- Ah! Save!

- Pass it! Pass it!

- Daniel, I've got to head to the office.

- Yeah.

- There's a fiver in your bag for the bus fare home.

- Sure.

- Straight back after the game, okay?

- Pass it to me.

- Daniel, open, I'm open.

- Hey, watch it!

- Hit the ball!

- What? Come on.

- Hey, Daniel.

Are you okay?

Look, um, if you're Dad's not here,

I could give you a lift, if you like?

So, where shall we go?

New York? Vegas?

- I just wanna go home.

- There might be some wipes in there.

- Jodie Gilmore?

- It's my married name.

Keep meaning to change it.

- Police please.

- All right, let's have a look at that face, shall we?

This might sting a little.

Tell me something.

How did you get that scar?

- Um, I don't, I don't really remember?

Dad said something about sword fighting and bamboo sticks.

- Yeah. That'd do it.

What about your um, your earliest memory?

- Never really thought about it.

- No? Why don't you try now.

Mine, I was, ah, I was about two or three

and my Dad came into the kitchen

and he yawned so loudly, I thought he was a lion.

Memory.

First one.

Go.

- Um, being on one of Dad's work sites,

wearing a hard hat.

Um, it was red.

- How old were you then?

- Five or maybe six.

- Come on.

You must be able to remember something earlier than that.

- No, nothing.

- I bet you're hungry.

I'll make us something.

Put your kit outside the door and I'll put a wash on.

- Okay, right, bye, bye. - I won't forget, all right.

- Okay.

- Is it gonna be much longer?

- Not too long.

- Hey.

- Can you stay til my Dad gets home?

I'm really tired.

- I'm not surprised.

Why don't you go to bed and I'll wait for him.

- Thanks for today.

- Don't forget to brush your teeth.

- Night.

- What the fuck are you doing here?

- It really wasn't his fault.

He was defending himself.

I just didn't want him to be on his own.

- Why were you at the game?

- A friend of mine's son was playing for the other school.

I didn't even realise it was Daniel until the fight.

- I'm sorry I got angry.

It was just unexpected, finding you here.

- He says you're taking him out of school tomorrow,

something about work?

- Yeah, well, you know, half term's coming up.

- We're actually doing something at school

that I think Daniel might really like.

A session at a recording studio.

- Yeah, well, I don't want his head being turned

by something that will probably just end up being a hobby.

- To be honest, Daniel is the only real musician they have

and I think they'd struggle without him.

You could come, if you like.

I could show you how it works.

I mean, if you're free.

I'd like that.

- Go! Go!

- Get the money.

- Hey, how you feeling?

- Mm. - Well it could be worse.

- My Dad said I could come.

- Hm?

- To the recording session.

- Daniel. That's great.

What's changed his mind?

- Who cares?

- Miss Walsh.

Mr. McKenzie would like to see you in his office.

Now, if you don't mind.

- Someone's in trouble.

- A year 11 reports his phone missing

and Miss Towne see you putting it back

into one of the lockers.

- Then why didn't you just ask me about it

instead of wasting everyone's time?

- And what would you have said?

- That I confiscated it in class and forgot to give it back.

The boy's locker was open, so I put it back in there

and when I saw him, I was gonna tell him where it was.

- Right. There's also the matter of your DBS certificate.

- What about it?

- Well, we're not entirely sure that it's genuine.

- Sorry?

- I'm afraid I'm going to have to suspend you

until we get to the bottom of this.

- Fine. I'll cancel the recording studio.

- The?

- A friend has an independent label,

I was taking some of the kids

to record a single, for the experience.

- Right.

- Yeah, I thought it might contribute

to the school's application

to the Certificate of Excellence?

Unless, we just go ahead with it

and sort out the DBS thing after half term?

- Hey, this is Mark, Daniel, the guitarist's father.

Ben owns the studio.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Make yourself at home.

Okay guys, guide track, when you're ready.

- One, two, three, four!

- Yes!

That was great, guys, well done.

How was it?

- It was brilliant.

- Yeah, it was all right.

If it came on the radio, I wouldn't turn it off.

- Not much of a compliment seeing as you're tone deaf.

- Hey, come on, let's go.

- Oh, hold on a sec.

- Listen thanks for setting this up.

It's great to see him enjoying himself.

- Well done, man.

- Thanks.

- Ben, this is Daniel.

- I will be asking you back to play sessions

when you're older.

- Yeah, sure.

- Come on. Let's go.

- Well?

- That's my part of the bargain.

Will you sign now?

- What did you think of Daniel?

- Oh my God, that's the boy

that you saw on the bus, isn't it?

- It's Tom.

- So, let me get this right.

You follow that kid to a school,

insinuated your way in there, now what,

you're trying to get close to him

by sleeping with his father?

- That is not what I'm doing.

I'm trying to prove what I already know.

It's so, obvious, Ben.

Why can't you see that he's your son?

- I know he's not my son.

Because my son died in a lake when he was four.

Because you and me and all the rest

of his loving family were too wrapped up in ourselves,

too distracted to even think about where he was,

or what he was doing, so we lost him.

And a part of me thinks we never deserved him.

And no amount of guilt,

no amount of bloody fantasy is going to bring him back.

Ever.

So, sign the fucking document, or stay away from us

and stop putting us through this.

I beg you.

- Mark?

- Um, I hope this isn't out of line.

Daniel and I were wondering

if you wanted to do something over half term.

An outing or something.

Just the three of us.

I know it's short notice.

- No, I'd like that, thank you. Yeah.

- Right, well I'll um, I'll think of something

then I can come and pick you up,

just tell me where you live.

Text me.

- Dad?

- Listen, I've gotta get this finished.

Will you, ah, jump into bed.

Remember to brush your teeth, will you?

- Can we at least think about me getting a new guitar?

- Yeah, just as soon as you get a job

and earn your own money.

- Can I ask you a question?

About Mum?

Did she like music?

Did she play anything?

- Go to bed.

- Can't we talk about her?

Just for a minute.

- Not now, Daniel.

- So when.

When can I ask you a simple question

about my mother and you answer it?

- Trust me, there was nothing simple

about your mother.

Now go to bed.

- I don't even know anything about her.

If she loved me?

If she loved you?

- Just do as you're told, I'm warning you.

- Did she read me stories?

Did she tie my shoelaces sitting on her knee?

- Go to bed.

- Just tell me something about her.

Anything, or just make something up, like you usually do.

- Jesus Christ will do you as you're told!

Go to bed!

Get out!

- Hi, er, I've run away.

- There you go.

Did he hurt you?

- No.

- Did he ever hurt your Mum?

Is that why she left?

- My mum died.

- Sorry.

When.

- Um, I was four.

My Dad thinks that's why

I can't remember anything from before.

- Do you mind me asking you how she died?

- He said cancer.

But, he finds it really hard to talk about it,

so I don't really ask him anymore.

Is it okay if I stay here?

- Yeah.

Yeah, um, should I, should I call him,

let him know that you're safe?

- He won't even notice I'm gone, til the morning.

- Just, um, stay out of sight.

Okay.

- Bad time?

Sorry it's late.

I've been snowed under.

- Can I get you anything?

- Any more caffeine and I'm likely to explode.

You've been trying to get hold of me?

- I was looking for an update.

- What's this?

- Got curious about my ancestry.

Sometimes my mum says Irish, sometimes Scandinavian.

So, thought I'd find out for myself.

- I'm assuming a development,

otherwise you wouldn't be here.

- Yeah, um, usually we'd send a letter

but I'm a parent myself

and I know I'd like to hear it first-hand.

We're dropping the investigation.

They'll keep it open but not actually pursue it.

To be honest, there's just no evidence.

- Well, thanks for letting me know.

I appreciate you coming by.

- Right, okay, um, well you've got my number

if anything comes up.

- I'll be sure to call you.

- Night, Miss Walsh.

- Night.

- I'm Tom, aren't I?

You're my Mum.

Wherever we go you know he'll come after us.

- You don't have to worry about him anymore.

You've got some papers for me.

I need something else.

- What charges could she face?

- I think she's capable of anything.

- You have to trust me.

We need to go now.

- Your boy's gone, Jodie.

There's no fucking way I'm letting you have mine.