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BIRDS TWEET

CLOCK TICKS

EERIE MUSIC

There's green bits on the bread.

Well, have cereal!

~ There's no milk. ~ Oh!

I picked all the green bits out with my teeth.

♪ Where are you going?

♪ To Scarborough Fair

♪ Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

♪ Remember me

♪ To a bonny lass there

♪ For once she was a true lover of mine

♪ Tell her to make me a cambric shirt

♪ Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

♪ Without any needle or thread worked in

♪ For once she was a true lover of mine

♪ Tell her to wash it in yonder well

♪ Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

♪ Where water n'er sprung nor a drop of rain fell

♪ For once she was a true lover of mine... ♪

Say good night.

Good night, Gaga.

Are you going to wave?

Are you going to wave at Gaga,

all the way from Australia?

Good luck today, Dad.

Oh, well...

Go for it.

Promise me.

Bye, love. Bye-bye.

COMPUTER SHUTS DOWN

♪ Tell her find me an acre of land

♪ Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... ♪

Sorry!

♪ Between the sea and the salt sea strand

♪ For once she was... ♪

MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY

You're all right.

THUNDER RUMBLES

I'm sorry.

I know you won't be gracing us with your presence long-term, Hannah,

~ but while I am paying you... ~ Sorry.

So, what excitement overnight?

Anybody died?

DOORBELL RINGS

Rosh? Roshana, is that you?

Oh. You might think it an idea to go and get your mum, son.

Mum! Mum!

What have you done?

Fell downstairs like a silly chuff.

You stop right there!

RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

WATER DRIPS

They're ready for you now, sir, if you'd like to come through?

Our point is, you passed the Sergeant's Exam ten years ago.

So, why the long wait to go for a promotion?

Well, I've always found my current job gave me enough challenges.

So, what's changed?

It's taken me a long time

to feel happy about telling people what to do.

You don't trust your own judgment?

Forget it.

You tosser!

I just don't want it enough, Jim.

Oh, grow up!

A drop more of that tea, is it, Nancy?

She will, love, thanking you, and so will I.

Aren't you supposed to be going off to university?

You're not getting rid of me that easily.

Stop at home, that's my advice. Eh, Nancy?

That's where the boys are.

We're not all man-mad, Mavis.

I call an ambulance, I expect it to take you to hospital.

Didn't break no bones, did I?

If I knew social workers were going to end up on my doorstep...

Thank you for being such a good neighbour to him, Mrs Salim.

We can cope here, between us.

You don't have to leave your own home.

I've got no family living.

I'm 80-odd.

You've packed your bag, I see.

Yeah. You've got to keep a bag packed.

Never know when you might need it.

A lot of memories in this house.

I fell down the stairs!

I'm a...

What is it? A vulnerable adult.

Are you going to make your mind up, or what?

Tom?

Tom!

When shall I come and see you?

I don't want you visiting, Roshana. Not ever.

You're not wanted.

Just get on with your life.

What's he got in there anyway?

~ Antiques and that, maybe. ~ Don't even think about it.

~ I'm warning you, Zamir... ~ God, You're always on my case, man! Shit!

THUNDER RUMBLES

You move into a place, you think, "This'll do me till Christmas."

You don't expect you'll get stuck there the rest of your life.

How long have you lived in that house, Tom?

Oh, I forget now. I'm 80-odd!

~ Seen some changes. ~ You mean all them chuffing Pakis?

No. That's not a very nice...

~ HE LAUGHS ~ Your face!

HE CHUCKLES

OK, good news is we've managed to find you a temporary place.

I don't want temporary.

We don't talk about permanent in this kind of situation.

It's better regarded as a short break while we work out...

Give us a coffee.

I don't want temporary.

I'm not going back home and there's an end on it.

All right, fine. I'll make a note of your wishes on that.

So, there's some forms to fill in

and I need to ask you a few questions.

~ Age? ~ 80-odd, I told you!

80-something.

Can't remember the last time anyone asked me.

~ Who's your GP, Tom? ~ Those bastards?

~ They'll kill you, soon as look at you! ~ You must have a GP.

Maybe I did, once.

Sup up, then.

I haven't got time to sit about nattering with mucky women all day.

I don't know what else you think you're going to be doing at Millthorpe Lodge!

Does anybody remember what it was like before?

You know, in times gone by, when it was still the mill?

~ Those were younger days. ~ What was your job, Mavis?

Oh, it were weavers they needed.

I had a sweetheart down the docks,

but you did as you were told in them days.

~ That's woken you up! ~ We were talking about the mill!

Oh, now, then!

~ Have we got a new gentleman caller? ~ SHE LAUGHS

Eh, Nancy, hope he's brought his dancing slippers!

Thanks, everyone.

I am not an invalid. I wanted to walk.

I were determined to walk.

Bloody prison camp, is this.

Who's Mrs No-Better-Than-She-Should-Be?

That's camp commandant Debbie.

Obergruppenfuhrer Debbie.

You could lead a mass break-out.

~ My tunnelling days are over, love. ~ Here's your new front door.

Is it too bright?

No. Let's see out.

I like fresh air, me.

It doesn't open all the way.

Weak as a bloody kitten.

This is a good place.

You could do a lot worse, Mr Parfitt.

~ Tom. ~ Hannah.

I know it must be hard, leaving your own home.

No! Not for me. This is the best day of my life.

Right, well, let's unpack your suitcase.

HE LAUGHS

Naked I came from my mother's womb...

"And naked I will depart!"

I think he's a bit of a flirt, secretly.

If he flirts with my old ladies, I shall kiss him myself.

Not like he'd forgotten, either.

More like he never meant to bring anything.

ALERT SOUNDS

I've not even shown him how to use that yet!

Oh, don't worry, I'll go. I've got something for him.

As if I haven't got enough to do. Supposed to be in court at midday.

It's fine.

Tom? Can I come in?

I've got something here that'll help you feel at home.

Tom?

Tom?

He's a bit of a character really.

Own hair, own teeth.

Jury's out on the dancing though.

MUFFLED BANG

MUFFLED BANGS CONTINUE

LOUDER BANG

HIGH PITCHED WHINE

LOUD CRASH

ALARM SOUNDS

There was something missing.

Something missing.

And I could never find it.

Take the scenic route, did you?

Ah, always happy to let Health and Safety make the running.

Then I can dine out later on your cock-ups.

Pissed off any witnesses yet?

There was a care assistant out here might have seen her fall.

Anybody in the room with her?

One extremely old codger in a wheelchair.

There's loads of them down there now.

No idea what any of them are doing...

.. apart from the ones putting ribbons round everything.

Just a lot of standing about, really.

And laughing.

~ They'll send me packing now. ~ No, they won't.

~ I should have stopped her. ~ Nobody is going to blame you, Tom.

But I've never had the strength.

What happened, Tom?

He's been hyperventilating and his pulse is racing

and he doesn't know how it happened.

I'll have to take a statement off him, sooner or later.

Later then. Or tomorrow. Or the next day.

Whichever you find most amusing, laughing boy.

~ It's not like I planned it this way. ~ It's not your fault.

Tell that to the old trouts. Who you looking at?

Eyes out on bloody sticks! Mind your own bloody business!

~ Take this home for me. ~ We're not allowed... ~ Here's my keys.

Open the door, throw suitcase in.

Don't go nosing around, mind. I'll know if you do!

It's not like slow motion.

It's like one minute her face is in the window...

.. and then she's on the ground and there's nothing between.

I know I must have seen something, I must have.

But it's like a veil, you know?

Like someone pulled a veil across my face.

Stopping me from seeing.

Shock can do that. Protect you.

I can hear it well enough.

That awful noise when she hit the ground.

When her head... SHE SOBS

You're all right. We'll talk later.

~ Go home, love. Keep warm. ~ Thank you.

Mum?

Mum?

OK, Health-and-safety-gone-mad, what have you got for me?

It's a standard design. Cheap end.

The casement only opens so far and then there's a catch.

Should be no way you can fall out.

It's not just the window that's gone though, is it?

~ The whole frame's gone through. ~ Trained observer(!)

There should be an 8mm thunderbolt in each one of those holes.

So far, we've only found three.

Bad installation, then?

That would account for the water getting in.

Unless he pushed her.

THEY LAUGH

So what if he's 80-odd, if he's still lively.

LOUD BANG

~ You better not have wet feet. Or wet hands! ~ Who's that?

One of our old fellas on his holidays in Scarborough.

~ Me dad took us to Scarborough. ~ He did, once.

He couldn't get you off the fruit machines.

Who's the other one?

I don't know. His mum maybe.

Right, Eat your tea then clear your room up.

RADIO: 'One person was taken to hospital.

'The identity of the woman is being withheld

'until her family has been informed

'but police have confirmed they're not looking for anyone else

'in connection with the incident at the former mill,

'which is home to more than 100 elderly residents...'

SHE SOBS

No, it was me who opened the window. Tom wasn't strong enough.

Notice anything unusual? Stiff? Loose?

About the window? No. Just normal.

~ Mr Parfitt say anything to you? ~ Nothing important.

Dishwasher.

~ All the towels are stinky. ~ Stinky yourself. Go away!

Mum says to leave the washing cos I don't do it right.

But she doesn't do it at all.

Good job your brother's got you.

So, Tom Parfitt's the only person in the room

when a woman falls out of the window.

And you're the first person through the door.

Anything he said to you, Hannah, counts as important.

He said there was something missing.

No idea what he meant by that.

Sean?

Sean?

What have you done with that little suitcase I brought home?

Nothing! I never touched it!

Clear this room up properly and these riches shall be yours.

Mum.

I've got to go out, Mum.

He's had his tea.

Can I take the car?

Only ever amount to a coroner's report.

Well, I've yet to take a statement off the old lad in hospital.

And I can't see that taxing even your limited confidence,

Acting DS Fairholme.

You've made your point, sir. Repeatedly.

She's a three-day job at best.

It'll be nowhere near 500 actions, so we won't put it on HOLMES.

You can cross-reference on paper and run your own action book.

OK. Who can I have on my team?

On your team? Let's have a think.

Oh, I know! Reader-receiver Rob Fairholme...

.. action-allocator Rob Fairholme,

outside team Rob "I don't like telling people what to do" Fairholme.

I put you up for that promotion,

I stick my neck out for an old mate and what do you do?

You make us both look like a right pair of tossers.

No, no. Not there.

TAP DRIPS

DOOR SLAMS

LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

SHE PLAYS PIANO

CREAKING

~ I never meant to scare you. ~ It's all right, really, it is.

It's more than embarrassing.

"Mum, Mum, someone's breaking in to Tom's house!"

Yeah, I'm talking about you, not to you, Akil, you little monkey.

Tom really leave with nothing in his suitcase?

Yeah, he really did.

What's he like?!

Well, you tell me.

Oh. Well, he's lovely.

Bit eccentric maybe.

Lonely, you know, cos he's got no family.

Not one visitor. Not ever, not all the years we've been neighbours.

MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES

Tell her I want her back here right now!

And I mean, right now!

She's gone off her head.

She says you've got to come home.

'Give it to me! Where the hell are you?'

I'm at work.

'Why do I have to hear it on the news?

'I thought you were dead.'

Mum, you need to take one of your tablets.

'Just have the common decency to call me

"and tell me you're all right.'

DIAL TONE BEEPS

Here.

I'll not come in with you, if that's all right.

CREAKING

WIND HOWLS

♪ Where are you going? To Scarborough Fair

♪ Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... ♪

CREAKING OVERHEAD

I got socks, underpants, shirts, pyjamas.

I went to your house like you said.

You weren't supposed to bring owt away with you.

Well, I can keep them at the Lodge for when you come back.

You'll oblige me by doing as I ask with my own property, Hannah.

Take it all back.

When did they cut the electricity off, Tom?

Not frightened of dark.

No telly, no radio.

Nowt on, only rubbish.

What did you do for hot water?

I'm an old man.

I'm tired.

I want to go to sleep.

I'll sing you a lullaby, if you like?

It's all the same to me if you do or you don't.

♪ Where are you going? To Scarborough Fair... ♪

Shut up! Just shut up!

How dare you bring that out of my house?

I didn't. I put it back in the piano stool, honestly, I did.

You brought it away in your heart.

And now you can never take it back.

PYLON BUZZES

WIND HOWLS EERILY

FOOTBALL MATCH BLARES ON TV

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

It's me, Hannah, from the Lodge?

'Hi, Hannah. What can I do for you?'

I... There's something I should have showed you.

I-I-I don't know why I didn't.

'OK...'

It's something of Tom's.

It's a photograph of him when he was a little boy.

Right.

'Alison took it to him.'

She took it to his room, just before...

~ 'Thank you, Hannah.' ~ And I took it back to his house,

~ 'I put it on the piano.' ~ We'll talk tomorrow,

'OK?'

Oh... Oh, OK.

SHE SIGHS HEAVILY

WATER RUNNING

FAINT MUSIC PLAYS

COMPUTER GAME BLEEPS

What happened to tidying your room?

What you going off on me for? You're the one up shit creek.

And don't swear! Have you brushed your teeth?

Mum's in the bathroom, shit creek!

JAN: 'Hannah?'

I'm sorry I'm so late, Mum.

What you put me through tonight...

~ If I lost you, too... ~ You won't, not ever.

HANNAH SIGHS

JAN SIGHS

I think if you knew how hard all this was for me,

you wouldn't be so cruel!

~ I do know. ~ Where is he, Hannah?!

Mum, he isn't...anywhere.

He's just gone.

I can't see him. I can't hear him...

I go to bed at night and I don't even dream about him!

~ I miss him, too. ~ Really?

You do a very good job of hiding it.

D'you grieve... for your father, Hannah?

Have you shed a tear for him?

~ YELLING: ~ And why is it always so fucking quiet around here now?!

Sean's gone to bed.

You look tired, love.

I can be such a bitch.

They talk about "coming to terms with it"...

"Coming to terms"...

I don't even know what that means.

ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC

WATER DRIPS

RHYTHMIC CREAKING

AMPLIFIED CLOCK TICKS

GLASS SMASHES

ZAMIR: Quietly.

~ AKIL: Ow. ~ Shut up and open the door!

DOOR CREAKS

~ What we looking for? ~ Shhh, shhh.

Antiques, innit. Old stuff.

Oi! Don't make any noise!

Oh, all right, then!

COMPUTER GAME TOOTS

Oh, no, you don't! And turn the light off.

And no wriggling!

Akil?!

Don't be a prat!

Akil, are you up there? Answer me?

Who lit this fire and all these bloody candles?

This stuff is awesome!

Looks like a load of old shite to me.

Look, an Indian lady.

It'll be her shite, then.

DOOR CREAKS

It's a load of old rubbish.

RUSHING, RATTLING NOISE

That is gross. Whole place looks like a mad house.

WHISPERING, WIND HOWLS

Nah, this stuff's worth nothing.

CREAKING Zamir...

~ CREAKING ~ Fuck... Come on.

She doesn't want us here.

CREAKING

LOUD PULSING

LOUD WHISPERING

ALARM BLARES

SILENCE

CREAKING

RUSH OF NOISE

WIND HOWLS

PATIENT SNORES

RUSH OF NOISE

SHE PANTS

CREAKING

SHE GASPS AND PANTS

CREAKING GETS LOUDER

CREAKING REACHES A CRESCENDO

CREAKING CEASES

SHE WHIMPERS

RUSH OF NOISE

SHE PANTS

♪ Where you going? To Scarborough Fair

♪ Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

♪ Remember me to a bonny lass there

♪ For once she was a true lover of mine. ♪