01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

I didn't do it. Who was it?

My brother, Neil.

He used to send us postcards
from fancy places.

The Barries? I've met your mum.
She's not me mam.

Sally, this is my husband, Patrick.

Baby's pressing on me bladder.

It is two grand a month
we give her, right?

Yeah, is that a problem?

'What about that surveyor
poking around there?'

Kaden, he's already selling
the house. I could k*ll him.

There's no room in the cellar, pet.

Carol is messing everything up
for us. I've got us a buyer.

Robert, stop!
They're gonna arrest me.

'I'm not leaving this house!'

Once these are on the walls,
it'll feel just like home, darling.

I promise.

See?

And with your Moroccan rug,
the curtains from your bedroom,

your mam's quilt -
it's cosy as anything.

I've changed your magazine
subscriptions to the new address.

"Gatewick Lodge." Sounds dead posh.

I hope I can find myself
somewhere half as fancy.

You're not leaving number seven.

You can't.

I haven't much say in the matter.
Your two are selling up.

I'll find somewhere nearby.

I didn't want this.

I know.

But, hey...

we'll be all right, you and me.

Right, I need to go home. Love.

This is your home now, love.

And you'll be safer here, where
you'll be properly looked after.

Promise me...

that you won't let them find it.

They mustn't find it, ever.

Don't forget your sarnie.

Sally, you shouldn't have.
Thank you.

I've booked your trains.

Tickets are in the app. Amazing.

And I've got a whole day of fun
planned for Emily.

Swimming in the morning,

and an art workshop
in the afternoon.

Paddy, did you hear that? No.

Sally is an absolute miracle.

Yeah. Bye, babe.

Sweetheart. Excuse me.

Sorry. Bye.

Bye, darling.
Bye, darling. Bye. Have a good day.

What are you playing at?

I don't know what you mean.

You can't do this.
You can't be here.

Why not?
We can see each other every day.

N-No, that's not...

And while she's out
doing her fancy lawyering,

I can look after you
like a proper wife.

Like you deserve.

See, I knew you
wanted me here, really.

It's OK.

She won't find out.

We'll be ever so careful.

Sally. Sally!

Who is excited
for the swimming baths?

Rishi. 'Hi, Kaden.'

Is there any news
on the Stable Row property?

'No, nothing's come through yet.'

Nothing? 'No.'

Not one bid? 'No.'

Not even from Mrs Dawson?

'I've not heard from her.

'It's a slow market.'
Slow market?

But it's Stable Row. 'I know.

'But it's quiet everywhere.'

I'll just do that in a second,
but look at this.

I've booked us a place
on the NCT course.

They fill up fast. And, er...
Yeah, there it is.

I paid for that wellness retreat,
as well. Did you get the email?

I did. It looks lovely.
You should book yourself a spot.

I know. Don't tempt me.

What's this?

A spa in Bamburgh.
Five stars. Looks lovely.

Ooh! "A Goddess gong bath."

"Crystal therapy."
The baby'll love that.

What else have we got?

"Salt Cave Chakra Alignment
Meditation."

Well, that all seems
completely necessary.

And for a very
reasonable price of...



You're gonna have to cancel it.
Kaden, it's for our baby.

The baby doesn't give a sh*t
because the baby is a foetus,

not some ditzy wannabe socialite.

No offence, Martha.

I'm so sorry.

His dad... His dad's
going into a home.

He's very stressed.
I understand.

I'm gonna get off cos
I'm gonna be late for Pilates. OK.

I'll see you soon, hon, OK?
I'll speak to you later, yeah?

Bye, hon!

Yoo-hoo!

Ee, get that kettle on, will you?

I'm parched.

I see you visited Robert
the other day.

I was driving past.

Just popped in for a chat, did you?
How good of you.

Well, I wanted to have a look
at his new place.

It's lovely, mind.
You've done well by him.

What's your password?

I know, but he should be here
in his own home,

with me to care for him.

He's looked after me
all these years.

It's my turn to look after him now.

You gave up your whole career
for that man

to be his little
stay-at-home missus.

It was never like that, Mam.
It was my choice.

"One, two, three, four"!
Is that your password?

Honestly! And look at him now.

On his own in that place.

I failed him, Mam.

I couldn't protect him
from his own family.

It's not just his family
he needs protecting from -

it's the law,
when they find the body.

And that won't be long.

We've got the surveyor
coming tomorrow morning.

God.
"Wife k*ller," they'll call him.

And you think they'll want him
in the Lodge then, do you?

I don't think so, pet.

He didn't do it. It was Neil.
Do you honestly believe that, Carol?

I need to believe it.

Because if not,
what sort of fool does that make me?

No, Mam. No, the Robert I love
could never do this.

Well, the Robert you love was happy
to hide a body in his basement.

Happy? He sounded scared of Neil.

Do you think the jury care
about that?

At the end of the day,
he protected a m*rder*r.

He'll go down for that alone.

He can't.
I can't let him go through that.

Well, you know
what you've gotta do, then.

You've gotta get rid of the body.

And keep covering up
the real k*ller's crime?

No, Mam! I've gotta find Neil.
He has to pay.

And while you're off
playing Miss Marple,

they're gonna sell this house
from under you.

How long do you think
the fake wall's gonna go unnoticed?

Not everybody's as dozy as you.
Stop it. You're stressing me out.

It can't be there
when the surveyors come.

You have got to get rid of it.

I know. But I don't know how.

And that's why your mam's here
to help you.

'She's taking the piss, Dan.'

We give her a monthly allowance.

Why the hell are you paying
for her treatments?

The spa was my idea.

I want Martha to be as content
and serene as possible.

Well,
she looks dead content with you.

Very cosy, in fact. The pair of you.

I don't even know
what you need me for.

What are you talking about?

I want you to apologise to her.
I mean it, Kaden.

The baby's not legally ours yet.

Do not...
Do not mess this up for us.

There's always burial.

We'd have to pay someone at
the cemetery to help us after hours.

No. Too risky.

Cremation? My hairdresser's husband
works at the crematorium.

The other options are a bit grisly.

Dissolve her in
acid... The river.

With all the rain,
it'll be torrential.

She'll be swept out to sea.

Why didn't I think of that?

You're cleverer than you look,
Carol Crottie.

We'll have to do it in the dark.

It has to be tonight.

We'll take her to your dad's
fishing cabin and do it from there.

That's the deepest bit of the river.

But you'll have to get the key
off him.

He'll never give us it.
His cabin's his pride and joy.

You don't ask him.

That'll make him an accessory.

You'll have to swipe it
from his office.

I'll get us a van.
Hang on, Mam, slow down.

Are you sure about this?
You'll be implicated.

I'm already implicated, Carol.

I had the chance to report it,
and I didn't, same as you.

Like it or not,
we are in this together.

Whatever happens, Joan Barrie
leaves Stable Row tonight.

Right, shall we find a stick?
A nice red one?

Ooh!

Amazing! Right, where's it gonna go?

When are you next in, Sally?

Not seen you on the desk much
of late.

I've reduced my shifts.
Aw, that's a shame.

It's not the same here without you.

Ee, God, is that the time?

Better get this little one home
for her tea.

OK, well, it's been lovely.

We should do it again sometime.

Come on, Emily.
Take your mask. Good girl.

Bye, Emily. Just head there.

Hi, Dad. Aye-aye.

Where's your mam?

Stable Row, helping pack.

Your mam being helpful?
That's a first.

What dirt have you got on her?
I've just come for some parcel tape.

My desk. Top drawer.
Thanks, Dad.

Robert loves this show.

What's-his-name. What a character!

They filmed some of it in Hexham
a couple of years back.

Never.

How you getting on in there?
Cuppa tea?

No, thanks, Dad. Best get back.

Well, I'll come with you.

Give you a hand.
No. Thanks, though.

Well, got nowt else to do.
No, honestly, we've almost finished.

Thanks, though, Dad.

Well, if you're sure? I'm sure.

Finish off with one last layer
of bechamel...

as so.

Really get it into the corners.

And then you can pop that
in the oven on 200

for half an hour, give or take.

Babyfizz05. I know, hon.

All about that tradwife life.

Check back for part two.

Bollocks.

Mrs D, I've been trying
to get in contact

to follow up on your interest
in Stable Row.

Give us a call back.

You are glowing.

Must be all the snail facials.

Listen, Martha, sweetheart...

I just wanted to apologise.

For missing my last two payments?

Four grand you're behind on now.

I just need a little bit more time.

I'm coming into some money...
We have an agreement, Kaden.

I'm not asking for much,
considering I'm carrying your child.

What do you think I'm doing it for?
Your measly little 18K?

This is supposed to feel good,

helping a same-sex couple
start a family.

And Dan. I've really grown
to care for him, but you...

you obviously
can't stand the sight of me.

That's not true!
Let me spare you the hardship.

You never have to see my "ditzy,
wannabe-socialite face" ever again.

I shouldn't have said that.
Martha. Martha, please.

Please, will you sit down?

Please.

Listen, I am really sorry.

And I just... I don't know.

I've just been in a weird place.

And I feel like the dynamic
between me and Dan

has just changed as soon
as you've came into our life.

So now
I'm upsetting the dynamic, am I?

Well, there's a quick fix
for that, Kaden, pet.

You pay me the remainder
of what I'm owed upfront,

and then you never have to see me
again until the baby's born.

The whole 12 grand?

Does Dan know
you've been missing the payments?

I'll give it one week.
Otherwise, I'm telling Dan.

Because quite frankly, Kaden,

if you two can't uphold
your end of the bargain,

I don't see why I should, either.

You take the shoulders.
I'll get the legs. All right?

We need to be quick, Mam.
I can't!

Right... OK.

Here. OK. All right?

Right. Ready? One, two, three.

Do you want a hand with that, Carol?

No, thank you.

Yes, we do.
Big, strong lad like you.

Heard of everything
but the kitchen sink,

but the council wheelie bin's
a new one.

I used up all me suitcases.

All right, just, er...
Yeah, just tip it back a bit.

What you got in here? A dead body?

Thank you.

You must spend hours
at the gym, do you?

Expecting snow?

You know me. Always prepared.

All right. Have a good night.

See you. And you. Thanks.

Well? How was it?

Did she accept your apology?

Of course.

I charmed her. I told you I would.

Here, make yourself useful.

There.

What's happened to that turnip?

It's actually a kohlrabi,
you dimwit.

Er, just peel and dice.

What is it? What?

Something's up.

It's just the house sale.

It's taking longer than I wanted.

It's Stable Row.
The houses are like gold dust.

You sold the last one in days.

Yeah, I know, but this one...
will get snapped up.

It's the best house on the street.

And you're the best salesman
in the North East.

You're right. I know.

But if it doesn't sell...

do you think we should...?

Maybe we could have
timed things better.

What do you mean?

Like, are we ready
to start a family?

We better be, pal,

cos she's six months up the duff
with our baby.

It's a bit late for cold feet.

What's gotten into you? Nothing.

Forget I said anything.

I'm an idiot.

Is it your dad?

The home? Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. I suppose it is.

Come here.

Are we really doing this?

No going back now, pet.

I need to find some rope
and something to weigh her down.

We want her to wash out to sea,
not sink to the bottom

for my dad to find come spring.
Yes, I know.

But we don't want her bobbing up
on the surface like bloody Moses.

I just need something that's
heavy enough to keep her submerged.

There's some rope. And sandbags...

There they are. This'll do it.

One...

two.

And you... here, put these on.

Come here. Shut the door.

The lasagne's almost ready.

But first...

a little starter.

Or as the Italians say...

an "amuse-bouche".

sh*t.

And don't worry.

She won't be back till 11.
So we've got hours.

Relax. Relax?

Get it off. I'm trying.

Stand it up.

Ready.

OK, after three.

One... two... three.

This is how our life will be
when we're married.

Little 'un upstairs,
and us cuddling on the sofa.

You and her will have joint custody.

And I'll be the perfect step-mammy.

You don't want that.

You're young and footloose.
You don't wanna be tied down.

What do you mean? I thought we...
Well, you're...

You're not the boring
marrying type, are you?

That's what I like about you.

What is?

You... You're
fun, a free spirit.

You know, like a...
like a good-time gal.

I'm just a bit of fun to you?

You... are a lot of fun.

Come here.

Come here.

Lie down.

What was...?

sh*t.

sh*t! What?

f*ck. She's back. What? No.

Sal, you need to hide.
Hide. Go f*cking hide!

She returns!

What have you done?

Come here. Dinner.

Come on, take a seat.

Here you are.

Cheers.

Sally?

I can't sleep. Can I have a cuddle?

Course you can.

'Ey?
I saw you fighting with Daddy.

I was scared.

Angel, no.
No, we weren't fighting.

Then why were you on top of him?

Sw... er... Sweetheart, no.

No, me and your dad are fine.

What shall we do
after school tomorrow?

Can we go to the swimming baths?

Course we can.

And paint a mask?

You liked that, did you?

And the nice painter man.

Sam?

I like Sam.

We can do that tomorrow.
Now back to bed. OK?

Good girl.

She was Sally and Kaden's mother.

Jesus, they don't even know
she's dead.

Don't dwell on it, pet.
What's done is done.

Listen, Carol.

We all do things in life
that weigh on us.

The trick is not to let them
weigh us down.

You've protected Robert.
You can sleep easy now.

Are you gonna be all right
on your own?

Cos I can always come in with you.

I'm all right, Mam.

Thanks.

See you.

Sally! You're still here.

I'm just leaving.

Poor Emily had a temperature.
She wouldn't let me go.

No! Is she OK?

She's out for the count.
I gave her some Calpol.

Patrick!

Thank you, Sally, you hero.

And that lasagne was chef's kiss.

Patrick tried to pass it off
as his own work,

but he didn't fool me.

Honestly, you're a godsend.

I'll go and check on our daughter,
shall I?

Yeah, I'll...
I'll follow you up, babe.

That was way too close!
We need to be more careful.

Listen... I think that Emily...

Shh! You need to go. Go now.

I'll call you, right? But just go.

Sally?

What's up, pet?

What's the matter?

I'm just not sure
if I'll ever find real love.

Darling.

Have you had a falling-out with...?

I thought
that we were serious, but...

now I'm not so sure.

He said I'm "not the marrying type".

Well, your dad and me never married.

But he loves you, doesn't he?

And I love him.

We never felt we needed to marry.

Do you wish you had?

I don't know.

I often wonder if it might have made
things better between the two of us.

He might have let me in more.

No, look.

Relationships are complex,
and each one is unique.

But as long as you love
and respect each other,

that's what's important.

Hey, shall we have a hot chocolate?

Yeah.

What a beautiful dress.
And those shoes.

Kaden.

Me nanna's cottage.

I remember that green door.

She used to let me and Kay
draw on it in chalk.

That was the best holiday.

Why did she run off with Uncle Neil?

I don't know.

What was so special about him

that she chose one man
over her own bairns?

Was it me?

Was it something I did? No.

You were only young.
And she was your mam. She loved you.

It would have broken her heart
to go.

She must have really loved
Uncle Neil, then.

He must have been a better partner
to her than my dad.

Will you stop the night?

I'll make up the bed
in your old room.

Thanks, Carol.

I've got a nail appointment at two,
so make it quick.

Can we walk? I need a walk.

Come on, then. Out with it.

Sally came over last night.

You've told her?
No, of course not.

Mam, it's breaking my heart

that we've robbed that poor girl
of the truth about her mam.

It's better this way.

She doesn't want to know the truth.
It's too...

It's too gruesome.
Some secrets are best...

I've had it with the secrets, Mam.

Those kids deserve to know
what happened.

I may not be their mother,

but maybe if I can give them
the answers that Robert can't...?

Carol!

There's a huge wound
at the heart of this family,

and the only way to heal it
and get closure for our Sally

is to bring Neil to justice.

It's the only way.
Be serious, will you?

What do you think would happen
if you actually found Neil?

He's a cold-blooded m*rder*r.

What are you gonna accuse him of
without a body?

And who disposed of the body?
You and me!

I'll come clean. I won't tell anyone
you were involved.

Don't be so stupid.
I wouldn't have you do that.

I'll have to come clean, as well.

I mean, would you let your mam
rot in a jail cell for helping you?

Look, we did what we had to do.

You're just gonna have to make
your peace with it.

Mrs D!

I am so glad I managed
to get through to you

because I didn't want you
to miss out on this.

I've had a number of offers
on number seven,

but I've managed
to persuade the seller

that their home should go
to a decent person.

Someone like your good self.

So I'll be the only bidder?
'Exactly.'

They're gonna hold off
on any more viewings

on the proviso
of a quick cash sale.

Actually, Kaden,
I'm not sure about this.

'I've had second thoughts.'

Second thoughts?
'I think the price is too high.'

I think £750,000 is a fair price.

Right.

That is 10% less
than the asking price.

Well, they are motivated sellers,

so I do think I can make them
go for that.

Excellent.

I think we have a deal.
'Smashing.'

I'll let the lawyers know.
Crack open the champers.

'Will do! Bye, Kaden.'

Hiya. Aye-aye.

Fetch that bucket in for us,
will you? Aye.

Do you need a hand?

Aye, gan on.
There's a squeegee there.

Lovely.

So, how's your Robert getting on
in the home?

It's nice.

Yeah, the staff are kind.

You know, but it's not Stable Row.
Aye.

What about you?

Must be strange, being
in that big ol' house by yourself.

Aye, it is a bit.

It won't be for long, though.
Kaden's already found a buyer.

Well, you know you're always welcome
here with your mam and me.

How well did you know Neil Barrie?

I didn't know him that well.

Arty type, wasn't he?
Always found him a bit arrogant.

Then when we heard
he'd run off with Joan, well...

Were you surprised?

Your mam wasn't.

She really didn't like her, did she?
Why was that?

We used to knock about
with Joan and Robert for a while.

Did you? This is way back.

You'd not long left for university.

You were friends with Robert?
Not really friends.

But we went to the odd dance
and dinner party,

and the like, you know?

And then Joan and your mam
had a falling-out,

and Joan went soon after,
so that was that.

Why's me mam never mentioned this?

No good ever came
from raking over the past.

I need to find Neil,
let him know about Robert.

Do you think
that's what Robert would want?

Robert's judgement isn't
exactly sound at the minute, Dad.

Aye, but all these years,

he's never went looking
for his brother.

They did inherit a property
from their mother.

Nah, I forget where.
Might be a place to start.

Do you remember this?
Your mam's cottage.

Yeah, she's there now.

No, love, she's not.
She died before we met.

Yeah. Of course.

Do you know where it is?
Do you remember?

Hawes.

That's it.

He's in Hawes?

That's your membership card there.

And changing rooms are
just behind you there. Thank you.

All reet, Sal?
Did you bring in a sarnie today?

No, er, I wasn't at mine last night.

Dirty stop-out.

Right.

Cos, er... Cos Mandy's got
a new meal deal on,

so I was thinking... On me.

I won the lottery.

You never. Really
EuroMillions, was it?

Aye, but keep it quiet.



You had us there.
'Ey, don't knock it.

We could get at least four
of Mandy's meal deals for that.

OK. Why not?

See you there.

I've booked us a table
at Sonnet tonight.

Really?

What are we celebrating?

This.

Mrs D. 'I'll give you "Mrs D". '

I've spent 800 bloody quid
of my own money on a surveyor

to assess the house, and you know
what she's found? Subsidence.

Subsidence? What? No.

There must be a mistake, Mrs Dawson.

I'll get another surveyor round,
and we can get a second opinion.

'No, you won't.'

I'm not having this.
I'm pulling out.

What? No, no, no. Wait...

f*ck!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You all right?

Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. Calm down.

Come here. Come here.

It's all right.

I can't believe Neil's
been two hours away all this time.

'Yeah, well,
you be careful, Carol.'

So, are you an influencer, then?

I wouldn't go that far, like.
I've only got 400 followers.

I do beauty videos.
That checks out.

I wasn't always good
at make-up, though.

Here you are.

You look like an Oompa-Loompa!

A very beautiful Oompa-Loompa.

Selfie? Yeah. Go on, then.

I'll get it.

Hello, Bedford and Knight.
How can I help you?

Yep.

Er, let me see.

Was it... Was it yesterday?

OK.

Right, yeah.

OK. No worries. Thank you.

Right, starter or dessert?

Dessert. Dessert? Why?

'Last night was crazy.

'Hey, when can I see you again?

'Maybe you can see
if that ball cupboard's free,

'my easy-squeezy
little good-time gal.'

Joan?

It's a m*rder.

You're not what I expected.

Maybe these things
are best left in the past.

To think that that smug cow has been
two hours away all this time.

You've got a close relative match.

You serious?

I don't know anybody called Neil.

It just doesn't feel right
doing this here.

Well, you've never minded before.

I can't get you 12 grand
by the end of the week, Martha.

Do you think Mam might come back?

What are you doing here?