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Mum?

I don't know how you think
I'm going to get

to the supermarket,
if you've got my car.

You're going
to the supermarket?

What?

Like that's a first?

Right, hold my hand
while we cross the road.

Come on lads, chop chop!

Get off me!

You stop in school
today, Sean!

Hannah?

Surprised to see you here.

Thought you had
flown the nest.

Oh, it was a change of plan.

Severe blunt object trauma
to the skull,

consistent with falling
onto a stone floor.

And a degree
of pulmonary edema.

Water on the lung?

Is that strange?

No.

Most likely caused by
the right ventricular failure.

So did she die from
the heart attack or the fall?

Ah...

Impossible to say.

Nicked my bloody clothes,
the old bugger!

Right out of
my bloody locker!

But I brought him
clothes last night.

We told the police,
we phoned the care home.

It's out of our hands now.

You've lost a frail
elderly patient

who was brought in on a trolley
and it's out of your hands?

We don't lock people in,
and can I remind you,

visiting doesn't start
till 2:00.

Are you for real?

999 control should have called
me straight away.

Well, why would they?

You haven't even got
a file up and running yet.

I'm just saying, boss,
it's pretty bloody infuriating

when the investigating officer
is the last person to know

when his main witness legs it.

My God.

We've found him
something to do

he's interested in.

I should get promoted.

Come back when you've got
something useful to tell me.

Until I can find my witness...

Well, how hard can it be

to find an old fart
in a yellow cardie?

I barely even know
what he bloody looks like!

Bugger off, will you?!

No one knows where he is
and no one's even looking.

Poor old lad could be dead
in a ditch by now

for all anyone's bothered.

He can't get far
in his pajamas.

He's not in
his pajamas, Shirley!

You just worked
a double shift.

I don't even think
that's legal.

I know you're tired,
we're all tired.

It's hard when there's
health and safety

getting under everyone's...

Not health and safety

pushed Alison out
that window, was it?

Nobody pushed her!

All night,
that were going off.

All night.
Did you check it out?

I wouldn't go in there again
if you paid me.

I do pay you,
remember.

You know what?
Sod your job.

And sod you, I'm going home!

Shirley...

I can't...
I can't do this no more.

Tom can't have pushed her.

He's not capable.

I never said it was him.

It's not too chilly
out here for you?

What can you see, Nancy?

There's never a peep
out of you, is there?

Bit of peace and quiet.

Do you fancy a snooze?

I don't know if there's
anything good on the telly.

He hasn't changed
a bit, you know.

Who hasn't?

: Remember me
to the bonny lass there.

Remember me
to the bonny lass there.

:
* Where are you going
to Scarborough Fair *

* Parsley, sage,
rosemary and thyme... *

* Remember me
to the bonny lass there... *

* For once she was...

Now then.

Have you looked for him
in Scarborough?

He's been in touch?

No, he's got a thing about it.

Songs, he's got hundreds of them
in his piano stool.

Songs about Scarborough.

Right, I'll bear
that in mind.

No, you need
to go there now

'cause that's where he is.

You've known him
for what, one day?

Why are you so bothered
about him now?

Well, I'm scared of him!

No, I'm scared for him.

I don't mind you thinking
I'm an idiot, Rob.

Can you just try
a bit harder to hide it?

Over here!

Mrs. Salim?

No need for that.

I can spot one of you
a mile off.

Come on.

I don't know,
maybe a street party,

Christmas...

You ever take photographs
of your neighbors?

Okay, what about paperwork?

Did you ever see an address
book, mobile phone bill...

Mobile phone?

Joking!

Heard him talking
to himself, like.

Bank details?

It was always me did
his banking for him, lately.

So you know
his account number?

I always got it out
in cash for him.

He wouldn't have a credit card
or a hole in the wall.

£5,000?

Yeah, day before yesterday.

Should have realized
he was planning something.

Can you let me have
the key?

Souvenir from the seaside?

He wasn't one
for taking holidays.

Poor lad.

He's only been gone a day
and already it looks

like nobody's
been here for years.

Some paperwork in here.

You ever meet
any of his family?

Never.

He never talked
about any them.

Hmm.

India.

He never said owt about that.

What's in there?

I don't know.

I never set foot
in this house till yesterday.

Kept himself to himself,
you know.

There's your villain.

That's an old nursing chair.

If he had invited me in,

I think I would've
made an excuse.

Why?

I don't like
empty houses.

:
Remember me to
a bonny lass there.

Remember me
to a bonny lass there.

For once she was
a true lover of mine.

Did Sean really paint this?

He's doing fine.

He's ten.

He only gets to school
when I make sure he does.

And so you gave up
your university place.

Does your mum
know that's why?

Maybe I'll go next year.

Anyway, that's not why
I came to see you.

You're the only person
who I could think of

who might know
what this means.

* Are you going
to Scarborough Fair? *

Simon and Garfunkel.

No, but this is
a different tune.

This one comes from
a Mr. Richard Hutton,

of Goathland, dated 1913.

This old man I know, Tom,
he's got hundreds

of different Scarborough
Fairs in his house.

Could easily be hundreds
of versions out there.

It's one of the
oldest folk songs.

There is never
a definitive version.

Why, though?

What's he looking for?

You can't just ask him?

:
Oh, it's complicated.

He doesn't even know
that I've took this.

Look, she's to sew him a shirt
without any needlework.

Wash it in a well
without any water.

Hmm... it's
impossible tasks.

One impossible task after
another, it never ends.

Well, maybe that's the reason

that he collected so many.

He's trying to find one
with an ending?

"Mrs. Dorothea Parfitt."

What do you think you're doing

taking your little brother
into that house?

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

And don't you dare
lie to me!

Sea shells?

I can do better than that!

These are beneath you?

So what else did you take?

Nothing,
we didn't take nothing.

We just looked round.

The lady...
Shut up!

Right,
you're grounded.

Yeah, in your dreams!

Sorry.

Sorry, Mum.

Hi, yeah,
it's Rob Fairholme again.

You know that misper briefing?

Can you add Scarborough Police
to the circulation list, please?

You'll think I've lost
me marbles.

No, I won't.

Something made me look up,
I don't know what it was,

but I looked up.

And Alison was there.

Hands up against the window.

Like... like she was trying
to get out.

Pressed up
against the window.

And-and-and there was someone
in the window with her.

Not behind her
or beside her.

I don't know,
it's not possible, right,

but someone standing
in the same place.

Not Tom.

No!

A woman.

Black hair,
red dress-- dark red.

Bare brown arms,
bangles on them.

Dripping wet.

:
You've seen her, too.

I must have left
that on-- sorry.

She wants that old man.

Hannah, don't you help
her find him.

Mum?

Mum, I got the milk!

Mum?

Should have got these in
months ago.

Silly cow, silly bloody cow.

I can't let them
go to waste.

It's criminal.

Hey.

She's all right, my mum.

Honest, she is.

Who the fuck is this
you've brought home?

Get out of my house!

Mrs. Ward.

I don't want his sort
interfering again.

It's all right, Mum.

It's just to do with
that accident at work.

It's all right, really.

Oh.

I must look a sight.

Come here.

Got something to show you.

Tom had a wife?

Very briefly.

Dorothea.

What happened to her?

She died.

A long time ago.

A couple of weeks
after their wedding

there was an accident
in Tom's house.

That is so sad.

See the picture credit?

The studio?

Scarborough!

Is that where they went
on their honeymoon?

Place may have
special memories for him.

That was a good
instinct, Hannah.

I've extended the search
to the East Coast.

Why's your mum scared
of policemen?

Why don't you just
look us up in your files?

I've been looking things up
in files all day.

My eyes are jumping.

My Dad died.

I know, you're sorry,
it's okay.

We don't need
to talk about it.

He crashed his car,
and she went off the rails.

Nothing terrible, you know,
she wasn't violent.

Just we didn't get
fed much and we smelt,

and they started making noise
about taking us into care, so...

So you took over.

How old were you?

Thirteen.

Will you stay
for some supper with us?

How about a glass of wine?

No, no, thanks.

We can't send you out
into the night

without a bit of something
inside you.

I'll see him out, Mum.

Well, I never had
you down as shy.

Come on then.

Where are we going?

You're going to get
your friend Shirley to tell me

what I'm willing to bet
she's already told you.

She doesn't want to.

Anyway, she's got nothing
to say to you.

Nothing important.

You think Tom Parfitt
needs our help?

Yeah, of course!

You want to find him?

More than anything.

Then let me be the judge
of what's important.

It's me.

He won't laugh,
I promise, Shirley.

Please help us.

Fuss about nothing.

It's a plumber I need,
not a policeman.

Don't get your hopes up,
for I've nowt to say, really.

Any detail, even if it seems
unimportant to you...

Well, that drip's
stopped now.

I thought I saw something,
but I couldn't have,

because we haven't got anybody
like that on the staff.

Anybody...?

Anybody Asian.

So I can see now
it was just my imagination.

Right.

Early night.

You, too.

She's just a child.

You try telling her that.

I told her, don't go
looking for that old man.

And you, don't let her
out of your sight.

She didn't want to tell you,
because she thinks everyone

will point the finger at her
and think she's mad.

Because she thinks that woman
that she saw is a ghost.

Okay, you can laugh
like a dick.

I've got previous for laughing
when it's not funny, remember?

Um...

Did Tom's neighbor come to visit
on the day he was admitted?

I don't want you
to go after Roshana.

Okay?

Because she's actually
really nice.

She's not a ghost?

Don't laugh at me!

I don't do ghosts either,
but there's something wrong

and I can't explain it,
and you're not helping.

You need to back off now,
Hannah.

Get some sleep,
think about something else.

I can't!

Shirley told me the same,
but I can't stop

thinking about it,
dreaming about it.

I can't stop
and I don't know why.

She must have imagined it.

I mean no one else
saw this mystery woman,

who's apparently Asian,
so she would have stuck out

like a sore thumb
in that place.

There is this neighbor
though, isn't there?

Who's been doing
the old lad's banking.

Asian, yeah, but the witness
described bare arms, loose hair.

Roshana Salim
is a good Muslim girl.

Well, prove it then.

Anyway, it's good to see you
getting stuck in again, Rob.

That obvious, was it?

Well, short of
wearing a T-shirt

with "What Becomes
of the Broken Hearted"

printed all over it...

In blood, yeah, okay.

What are you doing?

Making cupcakes!

It's what mothers do,
isn't it?

Make cupcakes?

In perfect mother world.

The kind of
perfect mother world

I expect your nice
Detective Sergeant favors.

He's much too old
for you, by the way.

Mum!

No, it's okay, just
put him down for his nap.

Could do with a nap myself.

Tell me about it.

You got something big on?

Not big exactly.

Just weird.

I like weird.

Do you believe in ghosts, Lucy?

Dad?

You okay?

No, you're too young.

You've never upset anyone enough
to make them want to haunt you.

Okay, here's the thing,
I like weird,

except when it's my dad.

How's your Mum?

Yeah... she's fine.

You know, the same.

Well, she's... they're getting
married, actually.

I did say she ought
to tell you.

Dad?

Dad, are you sure
you're all right?

Never better.

Mummy!

Mum!

Mum!

It's all right.

You okay?

Aw...

Have you had
a bad dream?

Everything's all right.

Come on now,
go back to sleep, huh?

There.

Come on,
put your head down.

What's this?

The lady in Tom's house.

She wants him back.

* Where were you going? *

* To Scarborough Fair... *

* Parsley, sage,
rosemary and thyme... *

* Remember me
to the bonny lass there... *

* For once she was... *

Great work, tidy boy.

Don't spend it all at once.

Now get your coat.

Where are we going?

Well, it being Saturday,
how about the seaside?

Yes!

I would have come to you.

I needed to get
out of the house.

Come on through.

There you go.

Sit yourself down.

Thanks.

I got these.

They're from Tom's house.

Trust me, my boys have had
the biggest piece of my mind.

I just thought they might be,
you know, useful.

And these three
envelopes here.

They looked important.

Did you go
to Millthorpe Lodge at all

the day Tom was admitted?

He just told me he never
wanted to see me again.

Did Tom ever sign over

a formal power of attorney
to you, Roshana,

you know,
giving you permission

to access his bank accounts?

No.

I were just being neighborly.

The poor lad was
all alone in the world.

Was he, really?

How many times do
I have to tell you?

I never saw a living soul.
You have a key.

Why didn't you
put all this stuff

in Tom's house yourself?

Why come halfway across town
to give me an old photograph?

I don't like empty houses.

You lived opposite him
for what... 15 years

and you never
went in his house?

Come on, why?

But if we get out here
we can go to the beach!

In a minute.

I have something else
to do first.

"Scarborough Fair."

"Scarborough Fair,
Bridlington, cloudy."

Oh, it's a weather forecast.

Dumbo!

All right!

"Scarborough.

"Dorothea.

"Parfitt.

Hutton."

Hutton, her maiden name
was Hutton.

Like the singer
from Goathland.

Look again.

Parfitt, Tom Parfitt.

Well, are you saying
he's checked out

or are you saying
he was never here?

I am saying it's
none of your business.

Now can we go to the beach?

Scarborough Fair!

It's all shut up.

There might be donkeys
on the beach.

Not in winter.

Sandcastles!

Come on, be careful.

Me dad made like a proper moat
and filled it up with water.

Yeah, but I think he had
a bigger spade.

Big blue one, remember.

Me mum put it on the skip.

Course she did.

You know I'd forgotten that.

And you cried your eyes out.
I were only little.

Why did she do that, Hannah?

Why did she get rid
of all his stuff?

Yeah.

I think she was angry at him
for leaving her alone.

She had us though.

It's not the same thing.

Right, do you remember
where Dad took us

after he filled the moat?

Chip shop!
Race you.

There you go.

Hello?

Oh, I was trying to get hold
of Shirley Padfield.

And you are?

What's going on?

Have we got to keep
looking for him?

Well, we haven't
found him.

Here's your pound back
that you gave me.

Wasn't you cleaned
your room then?

I thought it
must have been me mum.

Because there's no such thing
as ghosts, right?

Because if it was ghosts,
me dad would have

come back to see us.

Hankie?

Ew...

Bogies,
that's disgusting.

You can keep that.

Happy birthday, Tom.

"Happy 110th."

Be careful,
don't go too close, Sean.

Let's go to the rock pools!

Well, we really need
to be getting home.

Ice cream!

All right.

I was about to close,
but...

Oh, well, what's the most
disgusting ice cream you've got?

Spoiled for choice there.

Right, let's see.

We have pistachio, Neapolitan,
rum and raisin, banana...

Why don't you run outside
and I'll bring it for you?

Hannah!

Hannah!

No getting shot
of you, is there?

Tom?

Thank God!

The police are looking
everywhere for you.

Well, they can look all they
like, it's a free country.

Is that him?

Take a picture, quick!

Who is this?

Quick!
Manners!

Yeah, we've found him.

Why did you have
to bring her here?

I didn't bring her here,
not on purpose.

You found the song,
she knew you'd find me.

Who is she?

Isha.

No, no,
don't go to her.

She won't hurt me.

She loves me.

No, Tom, please,
come back.

You don't have
to go to her.

No, Tom, please,
don't go to her!

Tom, don't!

Don't, Isha!

My photo!

It's gone weird!

Oh, my God!

We're leaving!

Come on!

* 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. *