Remembrance (2026) Movie Script
1
[gentle music]
[chains rattling]
[eerie music]
[dramatic music]
[chains rattling]
[footsteps approaching]
[erratic breathing]
[lock clicks]
[chains rattling]
[eerie music]
[door handle rattles]
No!
No, no, no!
- I'm coming for you!
Do you hear me?
[tense music]
- No!
[dark, ethereal music]
[man groans]
Stop!
[music ends]
[gentle music]
[heart monitor beeping]
- To the left.
Grace, can you look
to the left, please?
Back to the centre.
Very good.
How are you feeling
today, Grace?
Did you get
some sleep last night?
Do you remember where you are?
- Um.
- Trinity Hospital West.
- And the day of the week?
- Thursday.
- And how long
have you been here, Grace?
- Six days.
A week, maybe.
- Good.
Well, your vitals are improving.
I'm gonna keep you on
the painkillers for now, though,
because that head
injury's still pretty nasty.
Confusion and amnesia are very
common in patients after a coma.
You should start to improve
as you get better.
- How long?
- How long for what?
- How long, um,
until my memory
gets back to normal.
- It's hard to say.
Most patients recover
their long-term memories
within one to two weeks,
but it could take longer.
It's also possible that
some of your memories
may never return,
or that some things
may be triggered
by the sound of someone's voice
or seeing their face.
There are specialist therapists
who can help you recover
more of yourself and counsel
you through your treatment.
All of that's part
of the recovery process.
You're obviously a fighter,
so keep fighting.
[heart monitor beeping]
- Good morning.
Grace, is it?
My name is DCI Isaac Phelps.
I'm with the police.
Listen, I know this isn't easy,
but do you mind
answering some questions?
It shouldn't take very long.
So the nurses tell me
that it can take a while
for people
in your position to adjust.
And they're concerned
that you're not eating
or sleeping.
They also told me
that you had severe bruising
on your wrists and ankles,
possibly consistent with being
in some form of restraints,
and that you had a plethora
of other injuries.
They're really concerned
for your welfare, Grace,
especially seeing
as you're here on your own.
- I was kidnapped.
- Well, did someone
hold you hostage?
- Yeah, but you're
wasting your time.
- Why's that?
- My head is so scrambled
right now
that any time I try
to think of who I am,
or where I live, or, hell,
anything about myself,
there's nothing there.
- Sometimes, when people
suffer serious trauma,
they can also get
acute memory loss.
Not to mention the impact
of a coma on your brain.
You've been through
a hell of a lot,
but you know, just give
yourself some time.
I'm sure it'll come back.
- Look at me.
What makes you think
that I want to remember?
Clearly, I've made
some really poor decisions.
Why else would someone want
to do something like this to me?
- Well, that's what
we're trying to find out.
[sighs] Listen, just give
me five minutes.
Answer the questions
as best you can,
even if you can't remember,
and then I promise I'll be
out of your hair for now.
- Five minutes.
Okay.
[exhales]
- So, you remembered your name?
- Yeah, Grace.
They found that on me.
[chuckles]
- I can definitely
see the resemblance.
Um, do you know
how old are you, Grace?
- No, but I would guess
somewhere
in my twenties, probably.
- And, um,
are you married?
Children?
Any family or friends
we could call?
- I hope I have friends
and family who care about me,
but...
And I know my parents
died when I was young.
They found a...
a ring on me.
I would...
I guess I'm engaged, but...
I don't remember his face,
or his voice, or...
but I remember the name Tom.
Quite distinctly,
so maybe that was him.
- Um, do you know how long
you were detained for?
- No, I don't.
[eerie music]
Five days?
It was dark and there
were no windows,
and I don't think I slept
much, so I just...
I don't know.
- Right.
And how did you end up in town?
- I got out.
[eerie music continues]
It's just...
it's all a bit of a blur.
- That's, um,
I can't begin to imagine what
you've been through, Grace.
- No, you can't.
- That's quite enough
of your questions, Mr Phelps.
- Uh, it's Detective Phelps.
- Yes, well, Detective,
I'm in charge here,
and Grace needs sleep and rest,
not to be hounded
in here with questions.
- I wasn't hounding her.
- Yes, you were.
Now, please, we'll
allow her some peace.
[sighs] - All right, fine.
We can do this some other time.
Listen, Grace, if you think
of anything or you want to talk,
my number's on the card.
Call me, okay?
- Go.
[tense music]
[whimpering]
[Policeman] And as an adult
who's unlikely
to cause any harm
to anyone else, isn't our duty
of care fulfilled?
[Policeman 2] Yeah,
she's an adult.
- I'm telling you, she's very
much at risk from herself.
She's a vulnerable individual
who won't have anywhere to go.
And now she's a witness
in a serious investigation.
She needs protection.
Oh, you're awake.
Sorry if you heard any of that.
- You're kicking me out.
- No, not at all, Grace.
We're just trying to find
somewhere for you to stay
once you're well enough
to be discharged.
- I heard what they said,
about being a target.
- You're going to be placed
into witness protection,
and you'll be given
a place to stay
somewhere outside of the city.
You'll have a button
you can press
if you feel like you're
in danger,
and the guards will be
with you in under four minutes.
- I mean, if it's the only
way of getting out of here,
I'll do it, but it's
not much of a choice.
- No, it's not.
I agree.
But we have to deal with things
as they are
and not as we wish them to be.
Besides,
some of these places are nice.
Like fitness studio
and hot tub nice,
I'd probably move in if I could.
[gentle music]
[DCI Phelps] Grace, hi,
it's DCI Isaac Phelps again.
Um, the good news
is we've found some
protected accommodation
for you.
It's out in the countryside,
it's nice and peaceful,
nice and quiet.
I think you'll like it.
It is a little bit of a drive,
but an officer will be taking
you in an unmarked vehicle,
all right?
And I'll meet you there just
to, you know, show you around,
help you get settled,
et cetera, et cetera.
Okay? Bye.
[gentle music continues]
All right,
so this is your living room.
It's a living room.
This is your kitchen.
Do you remember how to cook?
- Um, yeah, yeah, I think so.
- All right, well,
if you get hungry...
- There's a store on the road...
- No!
I'm not leaving the house.
- Yeah, yeah, no,
that makes sense.
Come on.
So this is where
you'll be sleeping.
There's fresh sheets under
the bed but if you make a list,
I'll ask the guard to run
into the shop for you.
In the meantime,
I suggest you try and relax,
focus on recovery.
My partner and I will be over
in the morning
to ask you some questions.
But till then,
try and get some rest, okay?
[gentle music]
[door closes]
[water running]
[gentle music continues]
[man shouting]
[man shouting]
[music intensifies and fades]
[muffled TV in background]
[eerie music]
[gravel crunching]
[knocking at door]
[knocking continues]
Hello, Grace.
I'd like you to meet
DCI Amanda Bridges.
Amanda works with me.
She's technically my boss,
but we're more like partners.
- Can we come in?
- Uh, yeah, of course.
[water pouring]
[tense music]
- Grace, we appreciate
how hard it is
to talk about
what you've been through.
You've clearly experienced
something very serious.
But if we're going to get
to the bottom
of who's done this to you,
we need to find out as much as
we can about who you are.
- I'm... I'm just finding
that really hard right now.
The hospital has told
me that it's normal
and that things should
come back a bit.
[glass shatters]
Disconnected.
And it could take
weeks to come back.
That's if it even does
come back.
- It's understandable.
Unfortunately, the fact that you
were out for a few weeks
means we're already
starting from behind.
- I know.
What do you need from me?
- Well, we need
to take your statement,
so we'll go over everything
that you remember.
Hopefully there's
something in there
that we can use
as a starting point.
- Anything at all.
Even the most insignificant
details can become crucial.
- Okay, I'll give
you everything I can.
[gentle music]
- Well, whenever you're ready.
Grace, what's the last thing
that you remember
before losing consciousness?
- Um,
I was running.
[Grace yelps]
Somewhere dark...
and sharp.
There were trees,
maybe some kind of forest.
- This was after you escaped?
- Yeah.
I was running,
for what felt like hours.
[eerie music]
Maybe it was hours.
I don't know.
- What do you remember
about the kidnapping?
Do you know how it started?
Where you were?
- I think I was in my car.
- What car was it?
Do you remember the model?
- I can't remember.
- How do you know
this was your car
and not someone else's?
- I just know.
I mean, it felt
like it was my car.
- Then what happened?
- I had my key in the ignition,
but it wasn't starting.
[engine turning over]
I think I felt scared.
- Scared?
- Like I knew
I needed to get away.
- But if this was before you
were attacked,
what was it you were scared of?
- I mean, that was the first
feeling I remember.
- So the car wouldn't start,
and then what?
- He bashed the window
in the back and climbed in.
[glass breaking]
[Grace screams]
Whoever it was didn't
want me to leave.
They were shouting something.
I can't remember what,
but it was a man.
I know it was a man.
- Did you get
a good look at him?
[eerie music continues]
- Oh, it's like there's a block,
like it's been scribbled out.
Um,
I'm really sorry, can you just
give me a minute please?
[gentle music]
- Can I come in?
Listen, Grace, we're...
We're gonna find out
who did this to you, but...
in order to do that we need
as much help as you can give us,
so whenever you're ready,
we'll be waiting.
- How about we give
you some space?
- I'm really sorry,
I don't mean to be rude.
- There's no need to be sorry.
I know it's hard.
Come on, Amanda, let's go.
[music intensifies and fades]
[seatbelts clicking]
What was that about?
- She's got PTSD.
She'll be all right.
We see it all the time.
- No, not that,
I mean, we were supposed
to interview her,
not interrogate her.
She isn't suspected of a crime.
- I was not interrogating her.
I was asking her questions.
Questions are a pretty
normal part of an interview.
- Yes, but you were probing her,
trying to pick holes
in her testimony.
- Looking for inconsistencies
is what we do, Isaac.
It doesn't matter
who I'm talking to.
It's the job.
- I know.
It's more how
you were saying it.
It felt a little bit,
I don't know, spiky.
- Sorry, have we only just met?
I don't have a reputation for
handling people with kid gloves.
It's nothing personal,
I just like to get to the point.
- Okay.
Look, maybe next
time I should lead,
seeing as you managed
to push her
to locking herself
in the bathroom.
- Oh, I did not push her.
Many people break down
in these scenarios.
They're reliving their trauma.
Pretty girl bats her eyes at you
and suddenly
you're their therapist.
- Listen, I'm aware
there may be a large chasm
in place of a heart
in your chest,
but mine is actually
still functional, so...
- Is your heart telling you
to sit in a stationary car
all day?
Because I actually
have some things to do,
like work, you know?
[sighs]
- Okay, okay.
[starts engine]
[eerie music]
Uh,
[car door closes]
is this the right place?
- Yeah, but the next bit's
on foot
about half a mile that way.
[birds singing]
Also bet this is just
going to be some shit
left behind by campers.
- Yeah, but we don't have much
else to go on,
so let's hope we get lucky.
Plus, you know, I'll take
fresh air over an office,
any day.
Fresh air.
Hey, where was it they picked
her up from again?
- A corner store on the edge
of Fairgrove North.
- And this call out,
that's half a mile that way?
- That's correct.
- Just trying to map out
a possible direction
she might have travelled.
In the interview, she said
she just ran, didn't she?
She didn't stop,
she just ploughed on forwards.
So,
Fairgrove's here, we are here,
and we're going there.
So I reckon we're
looking for properties
somewhere in that circle.
- It's possible,
but I can't get you a warrant
for half a dozen
houses in that area.
- No.
We can always do things
discreetly, can't we?
Knock on a few doors.
- What, and say, oh, hi,
do you have any rooms
used as a dungeon?
And if so, can we take a look?
- Well, maybe don't
use those exact words,
but I mean,
they can't hurt, can it?
- I'm just not exactly
thrilled having to spend
any more time around
insects and animal droppings.
- Perks of the job, I suppose.
[tense music]
[knocking on door]
Hey, hi there.
- Hi.
- Oh, good morning.
- Forgive the intrusion,
my name is DCI Phelps.
Don't worry,
you're not in trouble.
We're just looking
to see if some locals
could help
with an investigation.
[door opens]
- Can I help?
- Hello, sir.
DCI Amanda Bridges.
Could you spare five minutes
to answer a few questions,
please?
- Why? What have I done?
- We're not suggesting
you've done anything, sir.
We're investigating an incident
that happened nearby
and are questioning residents
to see if they've seen anything
that might assist us.
- Sorry, I can't help you,
and your lot never
helped me neither,
so I don't see why
I should make your life easy.
Take care.
- Sir, if you just answer a few
questions,
that'll help me cross
this property off my list,
meaning you won't
have to see me again.
- Okay, but you can't come in.
- Could we step inside
for a quick chat, maybe?
- Oh, I'm not actually
the homeowner.
I tend to the gardens
and look after the house.
Mr Loveridge isn't
here at the moment,
but you're welcome to come
in for a drink really quick.
- Yeah, sure, yeah,
that'd be great.
- Come in, but please
take your shoes off.
I've just cleaned in here.
- Yeah, of course.
So, you said this house
belongs to...
- Mr Loveridge, yes.
- And your name?
- Sorry?
- Your name?
- Oh, Edith Isles.
- Well, Edith,
it's a lovely home.
It's quite the art collection.
My niece would love these.
She loves anything
to do with animals, you know,
horses, rabbits, birds,
that kind of thing.
- Well, I think he sketched
them all himself, or so he says.
- Hmm, thank you.
This sounds odd,
but have you ever noticed
anything out
of the ordinary here?
Anything strike
you as a bit suspicious?
- Um, well, to be honest,
Detective, I'm new.
I haven't been here that long.
I don't know the family.
But from what I can see,
he strikes me as somebody who's
trying to get by the best
he can, under bad circumstances.
He's always been pleasant
with me.
- Yeah, I mean, of course,
I have to ask.
It's my job.
Also, do you know
if there's any kind of
basement here or maybe
some kind of garage?
- I think there's
a basement for storage.
- Mind if we have a quick look?
- Yeah, sure.
I don't really come down here.
The asbestos sets my asthma off,
so I think I'll just wait here.
[tense music continues]
What exactly is it
you're looking for?
- It looks fine, Edith,
thank you.
I should probably head back now.
Well, you have been
very helpful,
and thank you
for your hospitality.
- Oh, it's no bother,
I hope you catch whoever
it is you're after.
- Again, I'm really sorry
for intruding on your day.
- Oh, your light.
- I'm sorry?
- Your phone light,
it's still on.
[chuckles]
- Yeah, good spot.
- No problem.
- You enjoy the rest
of your day, Miss Isles.
[door opens]
- Anyone besides
you and your son living here?
- My girlfriend
and her daughter.
[child cries]
Sorry, it's my son.
I think we'd better
wrap this up.
- Thank you for your time, sir.
Have a pleasant
rest of your day.
[knife chopping]
[eerie music]
[eerie music continues]
- You haven't eaten your steak.
I thought you liked steak.
- You don't know
anything about me.
- I know a lot about you, Grace.
- How the fuck
do you know my name?
I've never met
you before in my life.
You've been following me?
[sniffles]
Look, I've got money.
My parents left me a hundred
grand when they died,
but if you let me live,
I promise you can have every
last penny.
[exhales]
- Just eat your steak.
It'll go cold.
- I've got people, you know,
people who'll be worried
if I don't make it home.
Do you really want police
officers sniffing around here?
They'll find my car
and then they'll find you.
But I promise, I promise if you
let me go, I won't say a word.
[eerie music continues]
Please.
Please, what do you want?
- I want you to eat
your fucking steak!
[shouting]
Look at what you're
making me do!
All you had to do was shut
the fuck up and fucking eat it!
Try fucking talking now!
[gasping]
[screaming]
[plate shatters]
[gentle music]
[knocking on door]
[birds singing]
[door opens]
- Hi.
This is a bad time, isn't it?
Do you want me
to come back later?
- No, no it's fine. It's fine.
- Do you mind if I come in?
- Oh, um, yeah, yeah of course.
- Jesus, what happened here?
- Um, it's nothing.
I must have knocked it
on the floor by accident.
Yeah, I think I walked into it
on the way to get a drink.
- Shit, Grace, you're bleeding.
- Oh.
Yeah, the plate must have
caught me when it smashed.
- Okay, let me have a look.
Hey, I'm not going to hurt you.
I just want to have a look
at your hand.
- Yeah, um,
I'm sorry,
I'm just a bit on edge recently.
- Completely understandable.
I'm basically still a stranger.
And honestly, I meet people
like you all the time.
I'd be more concerned
if you made a full physical
and mental recovery
in just a couple of days.
There's still
some shards in there.
Run it under some water.
Try and flush them out.
Come on.
Over there.
Pop it on.
That's it.
[Grace sniggers]
What's funny?
- It's nothing, it's just
you looking after
me like I'm some child.
You must be thinking
this girl is such a handful.
- I don't think
you're a handful.
Besides, running around after
you, patching up your wounds,
way more preferable
to looking at corpses,
and picking up bits
of human off the road.
- Like, do you really do that?
That sounds awful.
I could not look at that.
- Yeah.
Well the sad part is after
a while you just sort of
switch off to it.
Like, my brain knows
that used to be a human,
but I don't let myself
think about their family
or if they might have gone
on to cure cancer.
You've just got
to switch it off.
Otherwise, it'll overwhelm you.
That's why Amanda,
she's so good at her job.
She can just tune it all out.
- She has feelings?
[scoffs]
- Yeah, somewhere deep,
deep down, she does, yeah.
- Oh, that must be pretty
fucking deep.
- Shit, I completely forgot.
I have something
I need to show you.
We found this.
[eerie music]
There was fabric
with blood on it,
which we're thinking
probably matches the top
that you were wearing,
and a knife,
which doesn't seem
like a coincidence.
[chains rattling]
I... I was gonna ask if this was
the knife that you cut him with,
but I can tell by your reaction
I don't really need to.
- Oh, God, you know what?
It was all starting to just
feel like a bad dream.
Seeing that, that makes
it real again.
- I know, but listen.
This could be crucial
to finding out what happened.
For a start, it gives
us an area to search.
But secondly, we have DNA now.
If whoever took you has ever
had a run-in with the police,
we can find them.
- And, if they haven't?
- If they haven't,
well then it's a start.
Sometimes you pull on one thread
and pretty soon it
all starts to unravel.
I mean, he's insane,
but even insane people
- have their own logic.
- Isaac...
can we stop, please?
- Yeah, I mean,
this has been a lot.
I will give you some space,
okay?
- You're a good guy, you know.
I know he didn't get
off on the right foot,
but for what it's worth, I do
feel better with you around.
- You look after yourself, okay?
[ominous music]
[eerie indistinct voice]
[voice] Grace.
[objects clattering]
[eerie indistinct voice]
[heart beating]
[eerie, tense music]
[music intensifies]
[loud bang]
Grace.
[breathing heavily]
[door creaks]
[light thud]
[gentle music]
[indistinct TV dialogue]
[explosion on TV]
[people screaming]
[chainsaw whirring]
[gentle music continues]
- Didn't even hit her that hard.
- It's always the same
though, innit?
[indistinct]
You always lose.
- I know, but I get to see you
in your unifom!
[footsteps tapping]
[phone ringing]
[Amanda] Evening.
- Oh, it's you.
- Well, you don't have to sound
so fucking happy about it.
- No, Amanda, I am thrilled
to see you, honestly,
but now is not a good time.
- Jesus, how many of them
have you been smoking?
That was empty when I left.
- Nothing about this case is
making any fucking sense to me,
I mean, it's like she's
a ghost, you know?
I mean, the sniffer dogs
didn't find anything,
I can't find
any family or friends,
and there's been no
missing persons report
filed by a Tom or a Thomas
within 100 miles.
- Isaac, why have you brought
your pillow to the office?
- I ran her picture through
every bit
of facial recognition
software we have,
and I didn't
get a single hit.
Not just here,
in the whole country.
- Weird.
- Yeah, I mean, she must have
been somewhere at some point.
Nobody just appears.
- Maybe she's a Russian spy.
- Wait, you think
that's possible?
- No, idiot.
I think you need
to have a break.
Maybe blow off some steam.
- Well, how would that help me?
- Everyone needs a break from
time to time,
and who knows,
when you come back to it,
you might find
something you've missed.
- Yeah, maybe that's
not actually a bad idea.
I'm not really
getting anywhere here.
Fine, I'll put my stuff
in my locker and I'll head home.
- No.
- You just said...
- I said...
you need to blow off some steam.
Come on, it's Friday night.
Neither of us
are in work tomorrow.
Let's go get some shots.
- Shots?
- Yeah.
Can you remember the last
time you had some of those?
- Uh, back when I was
maybe 18 in university
with friends and a life.
- Oh, shut up.
Leave your stuff on the desk.
You can crash on my sofa.
- It's a bad idea.
[Amanda retching]
[alarm sounding]
[Amanda vomits]
[alarm clock blaring]
Oh, my God.
Why did we carry
on drinking last night?
I feel like fucking atrocious.
- God, it's a good job
we're not in work tomorrow.
Do you want to go to the shop
and get you some painkillers
or nausea tablets or something?
- You're not driving?
[scoffs]
- Yeah, imagine the headlines:
esteemed law enforcement
officer ruins career
after
drunk-driving incident.
- Esteemed?
I'm not sure that's
entirely accurate.
- Shut up.
You know damn well I'm esteemed,
that's why you hired me.
- And I will fire you if you
don't stop talking
and get me some medicine.
Can I have another one?
- I'm pretty sure whatever's
going on
here is against office
policy, you know?
- It absolutely
is against policy,
and that is why
neither you nor I
are ever going to talk
about this to anyone.
Ever.
- Yeah.
Yeah, sure,
that makes sense.
Fine.
So, does last night also go
in the good memory section?
- Isaac, what did I just say?
- I was only asking.
- Well, don't ask.
You're a good friend
but you have no idea
the amount of shit I've had
to go through to get this job.
Constantly being told what
to do by fat, sexist pigs.
Look, where I'm from, girls
don't become officers,
or doctors or lawyers.
I love the life
this job affords me
and I won't let anything
jeopardise that position.
- Amanda, I know
where you come from.
I've heard the stories.
You don't have to lecture me.
It stays between us, all right?
- Good.
[siren wailing]
Right.
I'm heading out.
I've got to get
the girls from school.
Apparently,
my deadbeat ex-husband
thinks entertaining
some girl he likely picked up
at an AA meeting
is more important
than his daughter's
getting home from school.
- I see.
Staying classy as ever, then.
- Yeah.
Isaac, don't be here all night.
- Huh?
- I said,
don't be here all night.
The case can wait.
- Yeah, no, no.
I won't, I won't.
[gentle music]
[singer vocalising]
[music intensifies]
[music ends]
[telephone rings]
- I'll be home before bedtime.
All right, chick.
Love you.
Have you not been home?
- Er, no. It's all right.
I'll get some coffee
and freshen up.
- You can't live off caffeine
and cigarettes forever.
- No, of course you can,
I've been doing it for years.
- How's that working
out for you?
- Pretty good.
Until now, anyway.
- Did you at least make
some progress with it?
- Er, yes.
Well, maybe, sort of.
I think it could be linked with
some kind of dark web
operation that I found
claiming to sell human organs,
but, I mean...
there's just something
that we're missing here.
I mean, maybe there's more
than one victim involved.
I mean, how many gang
kidnappings have we been on?
Or it could be orchestrated
by three groups, or even...
- Isaac, stop, stop.
What is it we're
even doing here?
- What does that mean?
- It means, do we have anything
in this whole investigation
that could be considered
evidence?
- Well, besides the fact
she's covered from head
to toe in injuries.
And we have the knife.
- The knife proves nothing.
- I'm sorry, are you suggesting
that she put herself
into a coma?
- We've seen many
cases of attempted suicide
that have ended like that.
You have too.
You just don't want
to see it right now.
- I can't believe
what I'm hearing.
Listen.
This was not attempted suicide.
I have spent time
with this girl, okay?
I can see the fucking fear
in her eyes
when she talks about it.
She is not lying, Amanda.
- Yeah, we all know you've
spent time with her.
- Okay, firstly, who is we?
Secondly, what the fuck
is that supposed to mean?
- Everyone can see what this
case is doing to you, Isaac.
I mean, when was the last
time you slept?
Huh?
When was the last time
you looked in the mirror?
You look like shit.
You look like shit
because you're running
round and round
in circles chasing
a fucking ghost,
or a bogeyman,
or some monster in a closet.
But guess what?
There's nothing
in the closet, Isaac.
It's empty.
- How many times have people
come to us when their friends,
or their family have refused
to listen to them?
These people are vulnerable,
they need our help,
and we're supposed
to be the ones
that look them in the eyes
and say, okay, I believe you.
That is our fucking job, Amanda.
- That's what we do.
- No.
We are supposed
to follow the evidence.
And you are following your heart
and ignoring your head.
I mean, Christ!
If anyone else was to come
in here looking like that,
they'd be straight
out of the door.
So what am I supposed
to do when it's you, huh?
It makes me look weak, Isaac.
[scoffs] - So now you're
pulling rank on me.
I'm sorry, I guess I didn't
realise professionalism
was so high on your priorities.
Clearly not such a big deal
when it comes to sleeping
with your own staff, though.
So if you're going to stop
fucking lecturing me about...
[hand slaps]
[eerie music]
- I have put my neck
on the line for you
so many times
because I like you
and because you're
good at your job,
but I will not be collateral on
your journey to self-destruct.
If this is the hill
that you want to climb up
and die on, then fine.
Be my guest.
But you better hand
in your badge on your way out,
because if you're too blind
to see that you're being played,
you have no business
working here.
Oh, and Isaac,
if you ever bring that up again,
I'll have you sacked
and barred from the premises.
Do we understand each other?
[sombre music]
[rain pattering]
[knocking on door]
- Oh, my God, Isaac,
you're soaked.
Is everything okay?
- Grace, we need to talk.
- Okay, just let me get you
a towel real quick.
Just...
- You might not like what
I have to say, but...
There are pieces of this puzzle
that I have driven myself
insane trying to put together,
and I can't make them fit,
and that bothers me.
- But what...
what are you trying to say?
You're making me nervous.
- Do you think there's any way,
any way what you've
been experiencing
might feel real to you
but could be your brain
manifesting it?
As a result of the trauma?
- Oh, my God.
You think I'm fucking crazy.
- No, no, I just meant,
what if you're still
experiencing
some side effects of the coma?
- And this? And this?
You think I did this to myself?
I know what I remember.
I'm not suicidal
and I'm not fucking crazy.
- Please stop saying that.
I didn't say that, Grace.
- You didn't have to say the
words, but it's what you meant.
- This is my job, Grace.
This is what I do.
I look at all the possibilities
and I remain open-minded.
And I wouldn't be doing that job
if I did not at least
consider it.
- You know you are the one
constant in all of this.
The one thing that made me
feel vaguely normal and safe.
But if you doing your job
is telling me to see a shrink,
instead of, you know,
going out there
and finding the piece of shit
you're supposed to be finding,
then fuck your job
and fuck you, Isaac. Oh.
- Oh, for God's sake, you're
twisting my fucking words.
- God, all this time I've been
sitting here thinking, hey,
even though I'm stuck here doing
nothing for 24 hours a day,
every day, at least you're
out there finding answers,
finding my family,
finding my kidnapper,
doing all those things
you said you'd do
with that stupid,
empty speech you gave me.
But the only answer
you have for me
is you have no answers.
Well, thank you.
I am so glad you're here.
- Grace! Grace!
Ah!
[sombre music]
[eerie music]
[clock ticking]
This is quite
the art collection.
My niece would love these.
She loves anything
to do with animals, you know.
Horses, rabbits, birds,
that kind of thing.
- Oh, your light.
- I'm sorry?
- Your phone light.
It's still on.
[chuckles]
- Thank you very much.
So, you said this house
belongs to...
- Mr Loveridge, yes.
[ominous music]
[rain pattering]
- Fuck.
[Lisa] Good evening,
the control room.
This is Lisa speaking.
- Yep, it's Phelps, 1587.
[Lisa] Good evening, sir.
How can I help you?
- I need an ID search.
Look for properties in Fairview
registered to Loveridge.
Get me a first name and
everything you've got on him.
[Lisa] Loveridge?
- Yeah, full name, everything.
[Lisa] I've got one result.
Voters showing 12
Fairview Brook,
registered
to a Mr Thomas John Loveridge.
- It...
it's Thomas, you're certain?
- I guess I'm engaged.
I remember the name Tom,
and maybe that was him.
[Lisa] Yes, Sarge.
Thomas John Loveridge, age 34.
[ominous music]
Sarge?
- Yep, send me everything
on the file, please.
[Lisa] All right, that should be
with you in a moment.
Are you still there?
[ominous music continues]
Sarge?
[knocking on door]
- Your drawings,
these drawings.
I think I've seen them before.
In a house not far from where
we found the knife.
I didn't get to see the owner,
but I'm going to show
you a picture.
And I want you to tell me
if any part of your brain
recognises him,
even just a little, okay?
[tense music]
[music intensifies]
[Grace] You don't know
anything about me.
- I know a lot about you,
Grace.
[voice echoes]
[music intensifies]
[sobbing]
- Oh, I know.
I just can't find
my charger anywhere.
I looked in the bedroom,
I looked upstairs, and...
Hey, where did you find this?
- It was on the side
next to your keys.
- Okay, we need to go because
it's going to be rush hour...
- Hey, hey, hey.
Whatever happens, right,
whatever they say,
we'll figure this out together.
Hey, I want you to know
that I love you.
- I love you too.
You promise?
- I promise.
Come on.
Better go, otherwise we're
really gonna be late.
[tense music]
Please, tell us
that it's not bad news.
- I know things haven't
been easy for either of you.
Dealing with any kind
of illness is difficult
both for the patient
and their loved ones.
Grace, I believe the blackouts
and the increase in severity
and the gaps in your memory
is a sign that your condition
is progressing,
but we don't think
it's dementia.
You might have heard
of a condition called
retrograde amnesia,
where patients are
unable to recall
memories from their past.
Well, I believe you're
showing early signs
of a condition called
anterograde amnesia.
It's where someone's
ability to form
new memories is impaired,
but they're still able
to recall memories
from before they develop
the condition.
- But what are you saying?
Grace, you remember
things don't you?
You remember when we went
shopping yesterday
and I bought you that nice
dress that you wanted.
- I know, and the best-case
scenario
is we can manage the blackouts,
and forgetting
the odd day or two
from your past week
is as bad as it ever gets.
- But... and the worst?
What's the worst-case scenario?
- If the part of your brain
that manages short
and medium-term memories
deteriorates,
there is a possibility
that, in time,
you may not be able to recall
further back than a few weeks.
It may be that your brain's
chronology is continual
up until around this period
where you first develop
symptoms,
and then after that you're...
- After that, then what?
- Honestly, Grace, it's nowhere
near that severity yet.
Let's just...
- Doctor!
After that, then what?
- Nothing.
- That really
is the worst-case scenario.
And we can help
manage the symptoms.
[soft piano music]
[Grace crying]
- I can't believe work's
asked me to go in on a Sunday.
They can sod off.
[sighs] I'm staying here
with you.
- Are you sure, honey?
[laughing]
You can go in.
- Absolutely not.
Nah, I'm staying here, making
sure that my future wife is fed,
hydrated and happy.
- I love it when you say that.
- Well, it's true.
- It's just nice to hear
that I'm going to be your wife,
one day.
And then, you'll never be able
to get rid of me.
- Yeah, I know.
You know, I was thinking
about Italy, south of France.
I was looking online
and I was thinking maybe we
could go away for three months,
you know, go on a honeymoon.
- Honey, are you sure
that that's such a good idea?
I mean, don't get me wrong,
it sounds absolutely
amazing, but...
with everything that's
been going on with me
and your treatments
and everything,
I just don't know
if it's the right time.
- Grace, come on.
You know, I feel
much more relaxed.
It's like it's not even
an issue anymore.
- Yeah, you do seem better,
but let's just table it.
- That sounds like a good idea.
- Oh, um, speaking
of the wedding,
I had something I wanted
to talk to you about.
So, I was thinking
of my dad last night.
- Oh, are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, no, I'm fine.
It's just, um,
he just always would say
that the thought of him giving
away his two daughters
and the Summers name
ending with him
was just really upsetting
to him.
And, I mean, he always wanted
a son, but he just got us girls.
So he asked me
that for our marriage,
I would consider
keeping my maiden name.
And I know it's stupid
and silly, but I just,
um, I think it would have meant
a lot to him.
[tense music]
- Honey, that's crazy.
- I know it's not what's
typically done,
but, I mean, does it
make any difference?
We still love each other,
and I'll be your wife and you'll
be my beautiful husband.
- No.
No, it does make a difference.
Whenever I see that,
I see that there's
a big problem there.
It's a lot easier for you to run
off and get divorced
when your name stays the same
on all the documents.
- Tom, it's nothing like that.
It's just something
that mattered to my dad.
- When your dad told you to slit
your wrists, you'd do it, huh?
- You are sleeping
on the couch tonight.
- Why, why, so you can sneak
off to your sisters again,
is that it?
Invite a few boys around,
have a few beers.
- Get out!
- I will not be told to get
out of my own fucking bedroom,
in my own fucking house!
[body thuds against wall]
[tense music continues]
Oh fuck, Grace, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Grace, Grace, oh shit.
[tense music continues]
[floorboards creaking]
[ominous music]
[door slams]
- No, no, no.
Please, please,
please, please, please.
[ominous music continues]
[coughing]
- Hey, Gracie.
How are you doing?
Would you like more food?
- No, I don't.
No, I don't.
Please, please, just...
- Grace.
You think this is easy for me?
Well, it's not.
You know I love you.
But I have a life here,
and a business,
and I need to protect that.
- No, no, no.
I promise I won't
speak to anyone.
I won't even leave the house,
but please, please.
I just want things
to go back to normal.
Please, please.
- I really want
to believe you, Grace.
I really do.
I need you to not run.
I need you to promise
me that you won't run.
- Yeah, I promise.
I promise. I promise.
Please, my wrist hurts so bad.
Baby, please, it's hurting me.
- Okay, here's what's
going to happen.
I'm going to uncuff your arm.
You're going to take a shower,
make yourself presentable.
I will make the room nice.
I'll close the curtains.
We'll watch a movie.
[handcuffs click]
[Grace gasping]
Come here.
- Okay, great.
[music intensifies]
[plate smashes]
[Tom screams]
- Ah!
[grunting]
- Grace!
Grace!
[grunting]
Grace!
Grace!
Grace! Get back here!
You stupid fucking bitch!
Grace! Run out on me!
[Grace crying]
Where are you going, my love?
There's nothing
for you out there!
We have everything we need
right there, in that house!
[Grace crying]
Do you understand me?
[tense music]
Now...
- No!
- Enough!
Enough!
We are a family!
And families stick together!
[Grace breathing heavily]
Don't say anything else.
[Grace sobbing]
[blow lands]
[eerie music]
[chains rattling]
- I know this is probably
a stupid question
because I can guess the answer,
but how are you feeling?
[gentle music]
- A bit numb, I guess.
Have you ever lost
a family member?
- Yeah, a few.
- You know how,
when you find out,
it takes a while to sink in.
It'll...hit you eventually,
but you just sort of feel...
detached, I suppose.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
It's a sensory overload.
Like a fuse short-circuiting,
your brain just cuts the power,
otherwise you just...
- Shut down.
- Yeah, yeah.
- What happens next?
[gentle music continues]
[Isaac sighs]
- I need to go to the house,
and then if he's there,
I'll bring him in.
- No.
Please don't leave me.
I want you to be here with me.
- Grace.
- Send someone else,
or call it in.
Why does it always
have to be you?
- You know the stupid speech?
I want to be there
and want to look at him
and him to know
I'm there to take
his freedom from him.
- So this is about revenge?
- It's, it's about justice.
Isn't that what you want?
- What I want Is to feel safe.
I want you here, with me.
- Please, please,
this is something I need to do.
- Just...
- I...
- Please.
Just promise me
that you'll come back.
Please, just be safe.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I promise.
[gentle music continues]
[engine revving]
[horn honking]
[Control] One moment, please.
- Yeah, this is Phelps,
requesting assistance
for an arrest in Fairview.
[Control] I don't have anything
in that area right now.
- Well, how quickly
can you get there?
[Control] Looking on the screen,
it'll be about an hour.
- That is not soon enough.
[Control] Hang tight
and I'll send a unit
to you when I can.
- Hang tight?
Not bloody likely.
[Control] Oh, and Sarge,
I did a bit more digging
on your man Loveridge.
A note on his file says
that he was arrested
and brought in for questioning
in relation
to a missing-person case,
but it doesn't look like
they had anything on him,
so they let him go.
I don't know if it's relevant.
It's from eight years back,
but I thought I'd pass it on.
[tense music]
[knocking on door]
- Can I help?
- Hi, I'm really sorry
to bother you sir.
I'm DS Phelps.
Listen, it's nothing serious,
but we've had a noise complaint.
I was wondering if I could come
inside and ask a few questions.
- Is that so?
- I'm afraid so, sir.
- Well, I was just
leaving actually.
I go fishing on Thursdays.
Is there any way
we can do this later?
- Ah, I'm not in the area later,
unfortunately.
There's nothing to worry about.
I just want to get
your side of the story.
- Sure. Come on in.
I've got to say, Detective,
I'm out most days,
and when I'm here
I prefer the quiet.
- Tea?
- Oh, um,
coffee, please, if you have it.
- Sure thing.
[tense music]
So, who was it
that made the complaint?
- Well, they've asked
to remain anonymous.
It just avoids causing
additional animosity
among neighbours,
you understand.
- Sure.
Well, go ahead
with your questions, Mr Phelps.
- It's Detective.
Can I get your full name
and occupation, please?
- Thomas John Loveridge.
I was working in construction,
but I had to leave
due to illness.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
May I ask what illness?
- Mental health related.
I felt fine,
but I was on so much medication
that it was too dangerous
to continue to work.
It's funny, really.
It seems that the cure is much
worse than the disease.
Well, if you can call it a cure.
- Yeah.
And, um,
I don't mean to pry,
but this is a nice property,
and you know, land here.
Not cheap.
- And you're wondering how
I can live here, out of work?
Well, I was lucky, really.
My father left me this whole
estate when he died.
- Mm.
Well, that's very kind of him.
I'm glad you have support.
Does anyone else
live at the property?
- No, just me.
- Ah, not one
to be tied down then.
No wife, girlfriend,
handsome man like you.
I find that hard to believe.
[Tom scoffs]
- No, to be completely honest
with you,
I find the whole happy
family bubble thing,
it's just hot air,
that people tell themselves.
- What makes you say that?
- Because people lie.
They represent themselves
as one thing
to reel you in,
and then once you're hooked,
toss you aside
because they think
they can find something better.
- It sounds like you're speaking
from some kind of experience.
- No, I just know people.
I can read them.
Read their intentions.
And they'll say anything
to worm their way inside,
and they'll look
you in the eyes and lie.
- Can we get back
to the topic at hand?
I'm here because there's
been a noise complaint.
- Is that really why
you are here, Detective?
- I've just told you, sir.
It's because your neighbours
complained.
- My neighbours complained.
Yes, I've heard that.
I'm having a hard
time understanding
how that is possible
since there's only
two properties
within a mile of this house
and they're both mine.
I don't have any neighbours.
[combatants grunting]
[gunshots]
[gentle music]
[power cuts out]
[tense music]
[glass smashes]
[choking]
[struggling]
- Oh, stop. Stop.
Okay, okay.
- You should have
brought more men.
- Tom, listen to me.
If you pull that trigger,
they will never stop
coming for you, all right?
Right now you've got a chance,
so you come with me.
We get you a good lawyer,
we tell your side of the story,
but if you pull that trigger,
it will be the worst
decision you have ever made.
And you...
you have made some very,
very bad decisions.
[blow lands]
[grunting]
[struggling]
What was it all for, Thomas?
You had everything!
A good house, a good job,
a beautiful woman!
[Tom laughing]
[Tom laughing]
- She's got you wrapped around
her little finger, hasn't she?
You are pathetic.
- You chained a girl
to a pipe in your basement
and kept her there for eight
fucking years, Tom!
And you think I'm pathetic?
[blows landing]
[police siren wails]
- Isaac, what the fuck
are you doing?
[police siren wails]
For fuck's sake!
Face the wall.
[birds singing]
So, they're charging Loveridge.
- Is there enough to convict?
- I'd say so, but you never
know which way it'll go.
Look, we've done our part.
Now it's down to the CPS.
- And you can just detach
from it, just like that?
- I can.
- It must be nice,
to be that cold.
- Well, if you could learn
to control your emotions better,
you wouldn't have pissed
away your job
you've worked
for ten years to get.
Isaac, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have told
you like that.
- It's fine,
I knew it was coming anyway.
- I tried to protect
you as much as I could.
The board wanted
you charged with battery.
His jaw was broken in three
places and he had a cracked rib.
- Right, well.
I'll swing by tomorrow
and clear out my desk then.
- Could've had my job,
you know.
We're supposed to operate
above the criminals,
not roll around
in the mud with them.
- Amanda,
what do you want from me?
I've already paid with my job.
Is that not enough for you?
- I want you to acknowledge
what I'm saying.
Maybe even an apology?
You've let me down, Isaac.
- Right, yeah, I'm sorry.
You're right.
But the truth is,
I am not like you.
I can't just detach
from these things.
Every single time,
we break our fucking backs
trying to bring people
as close to justice as we can,
only to see them walk away
with a slap on the wrist.
I wanted him,
for just one second,
to feel what it's
like to be helpless.
To feel just a tiny fraction
of what he inflicted on her.
So, yeah,
I guess I was the wrong
person to carry your ambition.
- There's one more thing.
You aren't to have
any contact with her,
or share any details
of the case.
You are out of trouble
by the skin of your teeth.
I can't have you diving
back into it,
especially as a civilian.
- You can't enforce that.
- Isaac, I am looking out
for your best fucking interests.
Don't talk to her.
Do you understand?
Not until the trial is over.
Keep your neck off
of the chopping block for once.
Where are you going?
- Well, got to look
for a new job, don't I?
- We're not done here.
- No, I think we are.
- Isaac!
[reflective music]
[music fades]
[gentle music]
[knocking on door]
Hey.
- Oh, uh, hi.
Um, can I help you?
[gentle music continues]
[soft music]
[soft music continues]
[gentle music]
[chains rattling]
[eerie music]
[dramatic music]
[chains rattling]
[footsteps approaching]
[erratic breathing]
[lock clicks]
[chains rattling]
[eerie music]
[door handle rattles]
No!
No, no, no!
- I'm coming for you!
Do you hear me?
[tense music]
- No!
[dark, ethereal music]
[man groans]
Stop!
[music ends]
[gentle music]
[heart monitor beeping]
- To the left.
Grace, can you look
to the left, please?
Back to the centre.
Very good.
How are you feeling
today, Grace?
Did you get
some sleep last night?
Do you remember where you are?
- Um.
- Trinity Hospital West.
- And the day of the week?
- Thursday.
- And how long
have you been here, Grace?
- Six days.
A week, maybe.
- Good.
Well, your vitals are improving.
I'm gonna keep you on
the painkillers for now, though,
because that head
injury's still pretty nasty.
Confusion and amnesia are very
common in patients after a coma.
You should start to improve
as you get better.
- How long?
- How long for what?
- How long, um,
until my memory
gets back to normal.
- It's hard to say.
Most patients recover
their long-term memories
within one to two weeks,
but it could take longer.
It's also possible that
some of your memories
may never return,
or that some things
may be triggered
by the sound of someone's voice
or seeing their face.
There are specialist therapists
who can help you recover
more of yourself and counsel
you through your treatment.
All of that's part
of the recovery process.
You're obviously a fighter,
so keep fighting.
[heart monitor beeping]
- Good morning.
Grace, is it?
My name is DCI Isaac Phelps.
I'm with the police.
Listen, I know this isn't easy,
but do you mind
answering some questions?
It shouldn't take very long.
So the nurses tell me
that it can take a while
for people
in your position to adjust.
And they're concerned
that you're not eating
or sleeping.
They also told me
that you had severe bruising
on your wrists and ankles,
possibly consistent with being
in some form of restraints,
and that you had a plethora
of other injuries.
They're really concerned
for your welfare, Grace,
especially seeing
as you're here on your own.
- I was kidnapped.
- Well, did someone
hold you hostage?
- Yeah, but you're
wasting your time.
- Why's that?
- My head is so scrambled
right now
that any time I try
to think of who I am,
or where I live, or, hell,
anything about myself,
there's nothing there.
- Sometimes, when people
suffer serious trauma,
they can also get
acute memory loss.
Not to mention the impact
of a coma on your brain.
You've been through
a hell of a lot,
but you know, just give
yourself some time.
I'm sure it'll come back.
- Look at me.
What makes you think
that I want to remember?
Clearly, I've made
some really poor decisions.
Why else would someone want
to do something like this to me?
- Well, that's what
we're trying to find out.
[sighs] Listen, just give
me five minutes.
Answer the questions
as best you can,
even if you can't remember,
and then I promise I'll be
out of your hair for now.
- Five minutes.
Okay.
[exhales]
- So, you remembered your name?
- Yeah, Grace.
They found that on me.
[chuckles]
- I can definitely
see the resemblance.
Um, do you know
how old are you, Grace?
- No, but I would guess
somewhere
in my twenties, probably.
- And, um,
are you married?
Children?
Any family or friends
we could call?
- I hope I have friends
and family who care about me,
but...
And I know my parents
died when I was young.
They found a...
a ring on me.
I would...
I guess I'm engaged, but...
I don't remember his face,
or his voice, or...
but I remember the name Tom.
Quite distinctly,
so maybe that was him.
- Um, do you know how long
you were detained for?
- No, I don't.
[eerie music]
Five days?
It was dark and there
were no windows,
and I don't think I slept
much, so I just...
I don't know.
- Right.
And how did you end up in town?
- I got out.
[eerie music continues]
It's just...
it's all a bit of a blur.
- That's, um,
I can't begin to imagine what
you've been through, Grace.
- No, you can't.
- That's quite enough
of your questions, Mr Phelps.
- Uh, it's Detective Phelps.
- Yes, well, Detective,
I'm in charge here,
and Grace needs sleep and rest,
not to be hounded
in here with questions.
- I wasn't hounding her.
- Yes, you were.
Now, please, we'll
allow her some peace.
[sighs] - All right, fine.
We can do this some other time.
Listen, Grace, if you think
of anything or you want to talk,
my number's on the card.
Call me, okay?
- Go.
[tense music]
[whimpering]
[Policeman] And as an adult
who's unlikely
to cause any harm
to anyone else, isn't our duty
of care fulfilled?
[Policeman 2] Yeah,
she's an adult.
- I'm telling you, she's very
much at risk from herself.
She's a vulnerable individual
who won't have anywhere to go.
And now she's a witness
in a serious investigation.
She needs protection.
Oh, you're awake.
Sorry if you heard any of that.
- You're kicking me out.
- No, not at all, Grace.
We're just trying to find
somewhere for you to stay
once you're well enough
to be discharged.
- I heard what they said,
about being a target.
- You're going to be placed
into witness protection,
and you'll be given
a place to stay
somewhere outside of the city.
You'll have a button
you can press
if you feel like you're
in danger,
and the guards will be
with you in under four minutes.
- I mean, if it's the only
way of getting out of here,
I'll do it, but it's
not much of a choice.
- No, it's not.
I agree.
But we have to deal with things
as they are
and not as we wish them to be.
Besides,
some of these places are nice.
Like fitness studio
and hot tub nice,
I'd probably move in if I could.
[gentle music]
[DCI Phelps] Grace, hi,
it's DCI Isaac Phelps again.
Um, the good news
is we've found some
protected accommodation
for you.
It's out in the countryside,
it's nice and peaceful,
nice and quiet.
I think you'll like it.
It is a little bit of a drive,
but an officer will be taking
you in an unmarked vehicle,
all right?
And I'll meet you there just
to, you know, show you around,
help you get settled,
et cetera, et cetera.
Okay? Bye.
[gentle music continues]
All right,
so this is your living room.
It's a living room.
This is your kitchen.
Do you remember how to cook?
- Um, yeah, yeah, I think so.
- All right, well,
if you get hungry...
- There's a store on the road...
- No!
I'm not leaving the house.
- Yeah, yeah, no,
that makes sense.
Come on.
So this is where
you'll be sleeping.
There's fresh sheets under
the bed but if you make a list,
I'll ask the guard to run
into the shop for you.
In the meantime,
I suggest you try and relax,
focus on recovery.
My partner and I will be over
in the morning
to ask you some questions.
But till then,
try and get some rest, okay?
[gentle music]
[door closes]
[water running]
[gentle music continues]
[man shouting]
[man shouting]
[music intensifies and fades]
[muffled TV in background]
[eerie music]
[gravel crunching]
[knocking at door]
[knocking continues]
Hello, Grace.
I'd like you to meet
DCI Amanda Bridges.
Amanda works with me.
She's technically my boss,
but we're more like partners.
- Can we come in?
- Uh, yeah, of course.
[water pouring]
[tense music]
- Grace, we appreciate
how hard it is
to talk about
what you've been through.
You've clearly experienced
something very serious.
But if we're going to get
to the bottom
of who's done this to you,
we need to find out as much as
we can about who you are.
- I'm... I'm just finding
that really hard right now.
The hospital has told
me that it's normal
and that things should
come back a bit.
[glass shatters]
Disconnected.
And it could take
weeks to come back.
That's if it even does
come back.
- It's understandable.
Unfortunately, the fact that you
were out for a few weeks
means we're already
starting from behind.
- I know.
What do you need from me?
- Well, we need
to take your statement,
so we'll go over everything
that you remember.
Hopefully there's
something in there
that we can use
as a starting point.
- Anything at all.
Even the most insignificant
details can become crucial.
- Okay, I'll give
you everything I can.
[gentle music]
- Well, whenever you're ready.
Grace, what's the last thing
that you remember
before losing consciousness?
- Um,
I was running.
[Grace yelps]
Somewhere dark...
and sharp.
There were trees,
maybe some kind of forest.
- This was after you escaped?
- Yeah.
I was running,
for what felt like hours.
[eerie music]
Maybe it was hours.
I don't know.
- What do you remember
about the kidnapping?
Do you know how it started?
Where you were?
- I think I was in my car.
- What car was it?
Do you remember the model?
- I can't remember.
- How do you know
this was your car
and not someone else's?
- I just know.
I mean, it felt
like it was my car.
- Then what happened?
- I had my key in the ignition,
but it wasn't starting.
[engine turning over]
I think I felt scared.
- Scared?
- Like I knew
I needed to get away.
- But if this was before you
were attacked,
what was it you were scared of?
- I mean, that was the first
feeling I remember.
- So the car wouldn't start,
and then what?
- He bashed the window
in the back and climbed in.
[glass breaking]
[Grace screams]
Whoever it was didn't
want me to leave.
They were shouting something.
I can't remember what,
but it was a man.
I know it was a man.
- Did you get
a good look at him?
[eerie music continues]
- Oh, it's like there's a block,
like it's been scribbled out.
Um,
I'm really sorry, can you just
give me a minute please?
[gentle music]
- Can I come in?
Listen, Grace, we're...
We're gonna find out
who did this to you, but...
in order to do that we need
as much help as you can give us,
so whenever you're ready,
we'll be waiting.
- How about we give
you some space?
- I'm really sorry,
I don't mean to be rude.
- There's no need to be sorry.
I know it's hard.
Come on, Amanda, let's go.
[music intensifies and fades]
[seatbelts clicking]
What was that about?
- She's got PTSD.
She'll be all right.
We see it all the time.
- No, not that,
I mean, we were supposed
to interview her,
not interrogate her.
She isn't suspected of a crime.
- I was not interrogating her.
I was asking her questions.
Questions are a pretty
normal part of an interview.
- Yes, but you were probing her,
trying to pick holes
in her testimony.
- Looking for inconsistencies
is what we do, Isaac.
It doesn't matter
who I'm talking to.
It's the job.
- I know.
It's more how
you were saying it.
It felt a little bit,
I don't know, spiky.
- Sorry, have we only just met?
I don't have a reputation for
handling people with kid gloves.
It's nothing personal,
I just like to get to the point.
- Okay.
Look, maybe next
time I should lead,
seeing as you managed
to push her
to locking herself
in the bathroom.
- Oh, I did not push her.
Many people break down
in these scenarios.
They're reliving their trauma.
Pretty girl bats her eyes at you
and suddenly
you're their therapist.
- Listen, I'm aware
there may be a large chasm
in place of a heart
in your chest,
but mine is actually
still functional, so...
- Is your heart telling you
to sit in a stationary car
all day?
Because I actually
have some things to do,
like work, you know?
[sighs]
- Okay, okay.
[starts engine]
[eerie music]
Uh,
[car door closes]
is this the right place?
- Yeah, but the next bit's
on foot
about half a mile that way.
[birds singing]
Also bet this is just
going to be some shit
left behind by campers.
- Yeah, but we don't have much
else to go on,
so let's hope we get lucky.
Plus, you know, I'll take
fresh air over an office,
any day.
Fresh air.
Hey, where was it they picked
her up from again?
- A corner store on the edge
of Fairgrove North.
- And this call out,
that's half a mile that way?
- That's correct.
- Just trying to map out
a possible direction
she might have travelled.
In the interview, she said
she just ran, didn't she?
She didn't stop,
she just ploughed on forwards.
So,
Fairgrove's here, we are here,
and we're going there.
So I reckon we're
looking for properties
somewhere in that circle.
- It's possible,
but I can't get you a warrant
for half a dozen
houses in that area.
- No.
We can always do things
discreetly, can't we?
Knock on a few doors.
- What, and say, oh, hi,
do you have any rooms
used as a dungeon?
And if so, can we take a look?
- Well, maybe don't
use those exact words,
but I mean,
they can't hurt, can it?
- I'm just not exactly
thrilled having to spend
any more time around
insects and animal droppings.
- Perks of the job, I suppose.
[tense music]
[knocking on door]
Hey, hi there.
- Hi.
- Oh, good morning.
- Forgive the intrusion,
my name is DCI Phelps.
Don't worry,
you're not in trouble.
We're just looking
to see if some locals
could help
with an investigation.
[door opens]
- Can I help?
- Hello, sir.
DCI Amanda Bridges.
Could you spare five minutes
to answer a few questions,
please?
- Why? What have I done?
- We're not suggesting
you've done anything, sir.
We're investigating an incident
that happened nearby
and are questioning residents
to see if they've seen anything
that might assist us.
- Sorry, I can't help you,
and your lot never
helped me neither,
so I don't see why
I should make your life easy.
Take care.
- Sir, if you just answer a few
questions,
that'll help me cross
this property off my list,
meaning you won't
have to see me again.
- Okay, but you can't come in.
- Could we step inside
for a quick chat, maybe?
- Oh, I'm not actually
the homeowner.
I tend to the gardens
and look after the house.
Mr Loveridge isn't
here at the moment,
but you're welcome to come
in for a drink really quick.
- Yeah, sure, yeah,
that'd be great.
- Come in, but please
take your shoes off.
I've just cleaned in here.
- Yeah, of course.
So, you said this house
belongs to...
- Mr Loveridge, yes.
- And your name?
- Sorry?
- Your name?
- Oh, Edith Isles.
- Well, Edith,
it's a lovely home.
It's quite the art collection.
My niece would love these.
She loves anything
to do with animals, you know,
horses, rabbits, birds,
that kind of thing.
- Well, I think he sketched
them all himself, or so he says.
- Hmm, thank you.
This sounds odd,
but have you ever noticed
anything out
of the ordinary here?
Anything strike
you as a bit suspicious?
- Um, well, to be honest,
Detective, I'm new.
I haven't been here that long.
I don't know the family.
But from what I can see,
he strikes me as somebody who's
trying to get by the best
he can, under bad circumstances.
He's always been pleasant
with me.
- Yeah, I mean, of course,
I have to ask.
It's my job.
Also, do you know
if there's any kind of
basement here or maybe
some kind of garage?
- I think there's
a basement for storage.
- Mind if we have a quick look?
- Yeah, sure.
I don't really come down here.
The asbestos sets my asthma off,
so I think I'll just wait here.
[tense music continues]
What exactly is it
you're looking for?
- It looks fine, Edith,
thank you.
I should probably head back now.
Well, you have been
very helpful,
and thank you
for your hospitality.
- Oh, it's no bother,
I hope you catch whoever
it is you're after.
- Again, I'm really sorry
for intruding on your day.
- Oh, your light.
- I'm sorry?
- Your phone light,
it's still on.
[chuckles]
- Yeah, good spot.
- No problem.
- You enjoy the rest
of your day, Miss Isles.
[door opens]
- Anyone besides
you and your son living here?
- My girlfriend
and her daughter.
[child cries]
Sorry, it's my son.
I think we'd better
wrap this up.
- Thank you for your time, sir.
Have a pleasant
rest of your day.
[knife chopping]
[eerie music]
[eerie music continues]
- You haven't eaten your steak.
I thought you liked steak.
- You don't know
anything about me.
- I know a lot about you, Grace.
- How the fuck
do you know my name?
I've never met
you before in my life.
You've been following me?
[sniffles]
Look, I've got money.
My parents left me a hundred
grand when they died,
but if you let me live,
I promise you can have every
last penny.
[exhales]
- Just eat your steak.
It'll go cold.
- I've got people, you know,
people who'll be worried
if I don't make it home.
Do you really want police
officers sniffing around here?
They'll find my car
and then they'll find you.
But I promise, I promise if you
let me go, I won't say a word.
[eerie music continues]
Please.
Please, what do you want?
- I want you to eat
your fucking steak!
[shouting]
Look at what you're
making me do!
All you had to do was shut
the fuck up and fucking eat it!
Try fucking talking now!
[gasping]
[screaming]
[plate shatters]
[gentle music]
[knocking on door]
[birds singing]
[door opens]
- Hi.
This is a bad time, isn't it?
Do you want me
to come back later?
- No, no it's fine. It's fine.
- Do you mind if I come in?
- Oh, um, yeah, yeah of course.
- Jesus, what happened here?
- Um, it's nothing.
I must have knocked it
on the floor by accident.
Yeah, I think I walked into it
on the way to get a drink.
- Shit, Grace, you're bleeding.
- Oh.
Yeah, the plate must have
caught me when it smashed.
- Okay, let me have a look.
Hey, I'm not going to hurt you.
I just want to have a look
at your hand.
- Yeah, um,
I'm sorry,
I'm just a bit on edge recently.
- Completely understandable.
I'm basically still a stranger.
And honestly, I meet people
like you all the time.
I'd be more concerned
if you made a full physical
and mental recovery
in just a couple of days.
There's still
some shards in there.
Run it under some water.
Try and flush them out.
Come on.
Over there.
Pop it on.
That's it.
[Grace sniggers]
What's funny?
- It's nothing, it's just
you looking after
me like I'm some child.
You must be thinking
this girl is such a handful.
- I don't think
you're a handful.
Besides, running around after
you, patching up your wounds,
way more preferable
to looking at corpses,
and picking up bits
of human off the road.
- Like, do you really do that?
That sounds awful.
I could not look at that.
- Yeah.
Well the sad part is after
a while you just sort of
switch off to it.
Like, my brain knows
that used to be a human,
but I don't let myself
think about their family
or if they might have gone
on to cure cancer.
You've just got
to switch it off.
Otherwise, it'll overwhelm you.
That's why Amanda,
she's so good at her job.
She can just tune it all out.
- She has feelings?
[scoffs]
- Yeah, somewhere deep,
deep down, she does, yeah.
- Oh, that must be pretty
fucking deep.
- Shit, I completely forgot.
I have something
I need to show you.
We found this.
[eerie music]
There was fabric
with blood on it,
which we're thinking
probably matches the top
that you were wearing,
and a knife,
which doesn't seem
like a coincidence.
[chains rattling]
I... I was gonna ask if this was
the knife that you cut him with,
but I can tell by your reaction
I don't really need to.
- Oh, God, you know what?
It was all starting to just
feel like a bad dream.
Seeing that, that makes
it real again.
- I know, but listen.
This could be crucial
to finding out what happened.
For a start, it gives
us an area to search.
But secondly, we have DNA now.
If whoever took you has ever
had a run-in with the police,
we can find them.
- And, if they haven't?
- If they haven't,
well then it's a start.
Sometimes you pull on one thread
and pretty soon it
all starts to unravel.
I mean, he's insane,
but even insane people
- have their own logic.
- Isaac...
can we stop, please?
- Yeah, I mean,
this has been a lot.
I will give you some space,
okay?
- You're a good guy, you know.
I know he didn't get
off on the right foot,
but for what it's worth, I do
feel better with you around.
- You look after yourself, okay?
[ominous music]
[eerie indistinct voice]
[voice] Grace.
[objects clattering]
[eerie indistinct voice]
[heart beating]
[eerie, tense music]
[music intensifies]
[loud bang]
Grace.
[breathing heavily]
[door creaks]
[light thud]
[gentle music]
[indistinct TV dialogue]
[explosion on TV]
[people screaming]
[chainsaw whirring]
[gentle music continues]
- Didn't even hit her that hard.
- It's always the same
though, innit?
[indistinct]
You always lose.
- I know, but I get to see you
in your unifom!
[footsteps tapping]
[phone ringing]
[Amanda] Evening.
- Oh, it's you.
- Well, you don't have to sound
so fucking happy about it.
- No, Amanda, I am thrilled
to see you, honestly,
but now is not a good time.
- Jesus, how many of them
have you been smoking?
That was empty when I left.
- Nothing about this case is
making any fucking sense to me,
I mean, it's like she's
a ghost, you know?
I mean, the sniffer dogs
didn't find anything,
I can't find
any family or friends,
and there's been no
missing persons report
filed by a Tom or a Thomas
within 100 miles.
- Isaac, why have you brought
your pillow to the office?
- I ran her picture through
every bit
of facial recognition
software we have,
and I didn't
get a single hit.
Not just here,
in the whole country.
- Weird.
- Yeah, I mean, she must have
been somewhere at some point.
Nobody just appears.
- Maybe she's a Russian spy.
- Wait, you think
that's possible?
- No, idiot.
I think you need
to have a break.
Maybe blow off some steam.
- Well, how would that help me?
- Everyone needs a break from
time to time,
and who knows,
when you come back to it,
you might find
something you've missed.
- Yeah, maybe that's
not actually a bad idea.
I'm not really
getting anywhere here.
Fine, I'll put my stuff
in my locker and I'll head home.
- No.
- You just said...
- I said...
you need to blow off some steam.
Come on, it's Friday night.
Neither of us
are in work tomorrow.
Let's go get some shots.
- Shots?
- Yeah.
Can you remember the last
time you had some of those?
- Uh, back when I was
maybe 18 in university
with friends and a life.
- Oh, shut up.
Leave your stuff on the desk.
You can crash on my sofa.
- It's a bad idea.
[Amanda retching]
[alarm sounding]
[Amanda vomits]
[alarm clock blaring]
Oh, my God.
Why did we carry
on drinking last night?
I feel like fucking atrocious.
- God, it's a good job
we're not in work tomorrow.
Do you want to go to the shop
and get you some painkillers
or nausea tablets or something?
- You're not driving?
[scoffs]
- Yeah, imagine the headlines:
esteemed law enforcement
officer ruins career
after
drunk-driving incident.
- Esteemed?
I'm not sure that's
entirely accurate.
- Shut up.
You know damn well I'm esteemed,
that's why you hired me.
- And I will fire you if you
don't stop talking
and get me some medicine.
Can I have another one?
- I'm pretty sure whatever's
going on
here is against office
policy, you know?
- It absolutely
is against policy,
and that is why
neither you nor I
are ever going to talk
about this to anyone.
Ever.
- Yeah.
Yeah, sure,
that makes sense.
Fine.
So, does last night also go
in the good memory section?
- Isaac, what did I just say?
- I was only asking.
- Well, don't ask.
You're a good friend
but you have no idea
the amount of shit I've had
to go through to get this job.
Constantly being told what
to do by fat, sexist pigs.
Look, where I'm from, girls
don't become officers,
or doctors or lawyers.
I love the life
this job affords me
and I won't let anything
jeopardise that position.
- Amanda, I know
where you come from.
I've heard the stories.
You don't have to lecture me.
It stays between us, all right?
- Good.
[siren wailing]
Right.
I'm heading out.
I've got to get
the girls from school.
Apparently,
my deadbeat ex-husband
thinks entertaining
some girl he likely picked up
at an AA meeting
is more important
than his daughter's
getting home from school.
- I see.
Staying classy as ever, then.
- Yeah.
Isaac, don't be here all night.
- Huh?
- I said,
don't be here all night.
The case can wait.
- Yeah, no, no.
I won't, I won't.
[gentle music]
[singer vocalising]
[music intensifies]
[music ends]
[telephone rings]
- I'll be home before bedtime.
All right, chick.
Love you.
Have you not been home?
- Er, no. It's all right.
I'll get some coffee
and freshen up.
- You can't live off caffeine
and cigarettes forever.
- No, of course you can,
I've been doing it for years.
- How's that working
out for you?
- Pretty good.
Until now, anyway.
- Did you at least make
some progress with it?
- Er, yes.
Well, maybe, sort of.
I think it could be linked with
some kind of dark web
operation that I found
claiming to sell human organs,
but, I mean...
there's just something
that we're missing here.
I mean, maybe there's more
than one victim involved.
I mean, how many gang
kidnappings have we been on?
Or it could be orchestrated
by three groups, or even...
- Isaac, stop, stop.
What is it we're
even doing here?
- What does that mean?
- It means, do we have anything
in this whole investigation
that could be considered
evidence?
- Well, besides the fact
she's covered from head
to toe in injuries.
And we have the knife.
- The knife proves nothing.
- I'm sorry, are you suggesting
that she put herself
into a coma?
- We've seen many
cases of attempted suicide
that have ended like that.
You have too.
You just don't want
to see it right now.
- I can't believe
what I'm hearing.
Listen.
This was not attempted suicide.
I have spent time
with this girl, okay?
I can see the fucking fear
in her eyes
when she talks about it.
She is not lying, Amanda.
- Yeah, we all know you've
spent time with her.
- Okay, firstly, who is we?
Secondly, what the fuck
is that supposed to mean?
- Everyone can see what this
case is doing to you, Isaac.
I mean, when was the last
time you slept?
Huh?
When was the last time
you looked in the mirror?
You look like shit.
You look like shit
because you're running
round and round
in circles chasing
a fucking ghost,
or a bogeyman,
or some monster in a closet.
But guess what?
There's nothing
in the closet, Isaac.
It's empty.
- How many times have people
come to us when their friends,
or their family have refused
to listen to them?
These people are vulnerable,
they need our help,
and we're supposed
to be the ones
that look them in the eyes
and say, okay, I believe you.
That is our fucking job, Amanda.
- That's what we do.
- No.
We are supposed
to follow the evidence.
And you are following your heart
and ignoring your head.
I mean, Christ!
If anyone else was to come
in here looking like that,
they'd be straight
out of the door.
So what am I supposed
to do when it's you, huh?
It makes me look weak, Isaac.
[scoffs] - So now you're
pulling rank on me.
I'm sorry, I guess I didn't
realise professionalism
was so high on your priorities.
Clearly not such a big deal
when it comes to sleeping
with your own staff, though.
So if you're going to stop
fucking lecturing me about...
[hand slaps]
[eerie music]
- I have put my neck
on the line for you
so many times
because I like you
and because you're
good at your job,
but I will not be collateral on
your journey to self-destruct.
If this is the hill
that you want to climb up
and die on, then fine.
Be my guest.
But you better hand
in your badge on your way out,
because if you're too blind
to see that you're being played,
you have no business
working here.
Oh, and Isaac,
if you ever bring that up again,
I'll have you sacked
and barred from the premises.
Do we understand each other?
[sombre music]
[rain pattering]
[knocking on door]
- Oh, my God, Isaac,
you're soaked.
Is everything okay?
- Grace, we need to talk.
- Okay, just let me get you
a towel real quick.
Just...
- You might not like what
I have to say, but...
There are pieces of this puzzle
that I have driven myself
insane trying to put together,
and I can't make them fit,
and that bothers me.
- But what...
what are you trying to say?
You're making me nervous.
- Do you think there's any way,
any way what you've
been experiencing
might feel real to you
but could be your brain
manifesting it?
As a result of the trauma?
- Oh, my God.
You think I'm fucking crazy.
- No, no, I just meant,
what if you're still
experiencing
some side effects of the coma?
- And this? And this?
You think I did this to myself?
I know what I remember.
I'm not suicidal
and I'm not fucking crazy.
- Please stop saying that.
I didn't say that, Grace.
- You didn't have to say the
words, but it's what you meant.
- This is my job, Grace.
This is what I do.
I look at all the possibilities
and I remain open-minded.
And I wouldn't be doing that job
if I did not at least
consider it.
- You know you are the one
constant in all of this.
The one thing that made me
feel vaguely normal and safe.
But if you doing your job
is telling me to see a shrink,
instead of, you know,
going out there
and finding the piece of shit
you're supposed to be finding,
then fuck your job
and fuck you, Isaac. Oh.
- Oh, for God's sake, you're
twisting my fucking words.
- God, all this time I've been
sitting here thinking, hey,
even though I'm stuck here doing
nothing for 24 hours a day,
every day, at least you're
out there finding answers,
finding my family,
finding my kidnapper,
doing all those things
you said you'd do
with that stupid,
empty speech you gave me.
But the only answer
you have for me
is you have no answers.
Well, thank you.
I am so glad you're here.
- Grace! Grace!
Ah!
[sombre music]
[eerie music]
[clock ticking]
This is quite
the art collection.
My niece would love these.
She loves anything
to do with animals, you know.
Horses, rabbits, birds,
that kind of thing.
- Oh, your light.
- I'm sorry?
- Your phone light.
It's still on.
[chuckles]
- Thank you very much.
So, you said this house
belongs to...
- Mr Loveridge, yes.
[ominous music]
[rain pattering]
- Fuck.
[Lisa] Good evening,
the control room.
This is Lisa speaking.
- Yep, it's Phelps, 1587.
[Lisa] Good evening, sir.
How can I help you?
- I need an ID search.
Look for properties in Fairview
registered to Loveridge.
Get me a first name and
everything you've got on him.
[Lisa] Loveridge?
- Yeah, full name, everything.
[Lisa] I've got one result.
Voters showing 12
Fairview Brook,
registered
to a Mr Thomas John Loveridge.
- It...
it's Thomas, you're certain?
- I guess I'm engaged.
I remember the name Tom,
and maybe that was him.
[Lisa] Yes, Sarge.
Thomas John Loveridge, age 34.
[ominous music]
Sarge?
- Yep, send me everything
on the file, please.
[Lisa] All right, that should be
with you in a moment.
Are you still there?
[ominous music continues]
Sarge?
[knocking on door]
- Your drawings,
these drawings.
I think I've seen them before.
In a house not far from where
we found the knife.
I didn't get to see the owner,
but I'm going to show
you a picture.
And I want you to tell me
if any part of your brain
recognises him,
even just a little, okay?
[tense music]
[music intensifies]
[Grace] You don't know
anything about me.
- I know a lot about you,
Grace.
[voice echoes]
[music intensifies]
[sobbing]
- Oh, I know.
I just can't find
my charger anywhere.
I looked in the bedroom,
I looked upstairs, and...
Hey, where did you find this?
- It was on the side
next to your keys.
- Okay, we need to go because
it's going to be rush hour...
- Hey, hey, hey.
Whatever happens, right,
whatever they say,
we'll figure this out together.
Hey, I want you to know
that I love you.
- I love you too.
You promise?
- I promise.
Come on.
Better go, otherwise we're
really gonna be late.
[tense music]
Please, tell us
that it's not bad news.
- I know things haven't
been easy for either of you.
Dealing with any kind
of illness is difficult
both for the patient
and their loved ones.
Grace, I believe the blackouts
and the increase in severity
and the gaps in your memory
is a sign that your condition
is progressing,
but we don't think
it's dementia.
You might have heard
of a condition called
retrograde amnesia,
where patients are
unable to recall
memories from their past.
Well, I believe you're
showing early signs
of a condition called
anterograde amnesia.
It's where someone's
ability to form
new memories is impaired,
but they're still able
to recall memories
from before they develop
the condition.
- But what are you saying?
Grace, you remember
things don't you?
You remember when we went
shopping yesterday
and I bought you that nice
dress that you wanted.
- I know, and the best-case
scenario
is we can manage the blackouts,
and forgetting
the odd day or two
from your past week
is as bad as it ever gets.
- But... and the worst?
What's the worst-case scenario?
- If the part of your brain
that manages short
and medium-term memories
deteriorates,
there is a possibility
that, in time,
you may not be able to recall
further back than a few weeks.
It may be that your brain's
chronology is continual
up until around this period
where you first develop
symptoms,
and then after that you're...
- After that, then what?
- Honestly, Grace, it's nowhere
near that severity yet.
Let's just...
- Doctor!
After that, then what?
- Nothing.
- That really
is the worst-case scenario.
And we can help
manage the symptoms.
[soft piano music]
[Grace crying]
- I can't believe work's
asked me to go in on a Sunday.
They can sod off.
[sighs] I'm staying here
with you.
- Are you sure, honey?
[laughing]
You can go in.
- Absolutely not.
Nah, I'm staying here, making
sure that my future wife is fed,
hydrated and happy.
- I love it when you say that.
- Well, it's true.
- It's just nice to hear
that I'm going to be your wife,
one day.
And then, you'll never be able
to get rid of me.
- Yeah, I know.
You know, I was thinking
about Italy, south of France.
I was looking online
and I was thinking maybe we
could go away for three months,
you know, go on a honeymoon.
- Honey, are you sure
that that's such a good idea?
I mean, don't get me wrong,
it sounds absolutely
amazing, but...
with everything that's
been going on with me
and your treatments
and everything,
I just don't know
if it's the right time.
- Grace, come on.
You know, I feel
much more relaxed.
It's like it's not even
an issue anymore.
- Yeah, you do seem better,
but let's just table it.
- That sounds like a good idea.
- Oh, um, speaking
of the wedding,
I had something I wanted
to talk to you about.
So, I was thinking
of my dad last night.
- Oh, are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, no, I'm fine.
It's just, um,
he just always would say
that the thought of him giving
away his two daughters
and the Summers name
ending with him
was just really upsetting
to him.
And, I mean, he always wanted
a son, but he just got us girls.
So he asked me
that for our marriage,
I would consider
keeping my maiden name.
And I know it's stupid
and silly, but I just,
um, I think it would have meant
a lot to him.
[tense music]
- Honey, that's crazy.
- I know it's not what's
typically done,
but, I mean, does it
make any difference?
We still love each other,
and I'll be your wife and you'll
be my beautiful husband.
- No.
No, it does make a difference.
Whenever I see that,
I see that there's
a big problem there.
It's a lot easier for you to run
off and get divorced
when your name stays the same
on all the documents.
- Tom, it's nothing like that.
It's just something
that mattered to my dad.
- When your dad told you to slit
your wrists, you'd do it, huh?
- You are sleeping
on the couch tonight.
- Why, why, so you can sneak
off to your sisters again,
is that it?
Invite a few boys around,
have a few beers.
- Get out!
- I will not be told to get
out of my own fucking bedroom,
in my own fucking house!
[body thuds against wall]
[tense music continues]
Oh fuck, Grace, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Grace, Grace, oh shit.
[tense music continues]
[floorboards creaking]
[ominous music]
[door slams]
- No, no, no.
Please, please,
please, please, please.
[ominous music continues]
[coughing]
- Hey, Gracie.
How are you doing?
Would you like more food?
- No, I don't.
No, I don't.
Please, please, just...
- Grace.
You think this is easy for me?
Well, it's not.
You know I love you.
But I have a life here,
and a business,
and I need to protect that.
- No, no, no.
I promise I won't
speak to anyone.
I won't even leave the house,
but please, please.
I just want things
to go back to normal.
Please, please.
- I really want
to believe you, Grace.
I really do.
I need you to not run.
I need you to promise
me that you won't run.
- Yeah, I promise.
I promise. I promise.
Please, my wrist hurts so bad.
Baby, please, it's hurting me.
- Okay, here's what's
going to happen.
I'm going to uncuff your arm.
You're going to take a shower,
make yourself presentable.
I will make the room nice.
I'll close the curtains.
We'll watch a movie.
[handcuffs click]
[Grace gasping]
Come here.
- Okay, great.
[music intensifies]
[plate smashes]
[Tom screams]
- Ah!
[grunting]
- Grace!
Grace!
[grunting]
Grace!
Grace!
Grace! Get back here!
You stupid fucking bitch!
Grace! Run out on me!
[Grace crying]
Where are you going, my love?
There's nothing
for you out there!
We have everything we need
right there, in that house!
[Grace crying]
Do you understand me?
[tense music]
Now...
- No!
- Enough!
Enough!
We are a family!
And families stick together!
[Grace breathing heavily]
Don't say anything else.
[Grace sobbing]
[blow lands]
[eerie music]
[chains rattling]
- I know this is probably
a stupid question
because I can guess the answer,
but how are you feeling?
[gentle music]
- A bit numb, I guess.
Have you ever lost
a family member?
- Yeah, a few.
- You know how,
when you find out,
it takes a while to sink in.
It'll...hit you eventually,
but you just sort of feel...
detached, I suppose.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
It's a sensory overload.
Like a fuse short-circuiting,
your brain just cuts the power,
otherwise you just...
- Shut down.
- Yeah, yeah.
- What happens next?
[gentle music continues]
[Isaac sighs]
- I need to go to the house,
and then if he's there,
I'll bring him in.
- No.
Please don't leave me.
I want you to be here with me.
- Grace.
- Send someone else,
or call it in.
Why does it always
have to be you?
- You know the stupid speech?
I want to be there
and want to look at him
and him to know
I'm there to take
his freedom from him.
- So this is about revenge?
- It's, it's about justice.
Isn't that what you want?
- What I want Is to feel safe.
I want you here, with me.
- Please, please,
this is something I need to do.
- Just...
- I...
- Please.
Just promise me
that you'll come back.
Please, just be safe.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I promise.
[gentle music continues]
[engine revving]
[horn honking]
[Control] One moment, please.
- Yeah, this is Phelps,
requesting assistance
for an arrest in Fairview.
[Control] I don't have anything
in that area right now.
- Well, how quickly
can you get there?
[Control] Looking on the screen,
it'll be about an hour.
- That is not soon enough.
[Control] Hang tight
and I'll send a unit
to you when I can.
- Hang tight?
Not bloody likely.
[Control] Oh, and Sarge,
I did a bit more digging
on your man Loveridge.
A note on his file says
that he was arrested
and brought in for questioning
in relation
to a missing-person case,
but it doesn't look like
they had anything on him,
so they let him go.
I don't know if it's relevant.
It's from eight years back,
but I thought I'd pass it on.
[tense music]
[knocking on door]
- Can I help?
- Hi, I'm really sorry
to bother you sir.
I'm DS Phelps.
Listen, it's nothing serious,
but we've had a noise complaint.
I was wondering if I could come
inside and ask a few questions.
- Is that so?
- I'm afraid so, sir.
- Well, I was just
leaving actually.
I go fishing on Thursdays.
Is there any way
we can do this later?
- Ah, I'm not in the area later,
unfortunately.
There's nothing to worry about.
I just want to get
your side of the story.
- Sure. Come on in.
I've got to say, Detective,
I'm out most days,
and when I'm here
I prefer the quiet.
- Tea?
- Oh, um,
coffee, please, if you have it.
- Sure thing.
[tense music]
So, who was it
that made the complaint?
- Well, they've asked
to remain anonymous.
It just avoids causing
additional animosity
among neighbours,
you understand.
- Sure.
Well, go ahead
with your questions, Mr Phelps.
- It's Detective.
Can I get your full name
and occupation, please?
- Thomas John Loveridge.
I was working in construction,
but I had to leave
due to illness.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
May I ask what illness?
- Mental health related.
I felt fine,
but I was on so much medication
that it was too dangerous
to continue to work.
It's funny, really.
It seems that the cure is much
worse than the disease.
Well, if you can call it a cure.
- Yeah.
And, um,
I don't mean to pry,
but this is a nice property,
and you know, land here.
Not cheap.
- And you're wondering how
I can live here, out of work?
Well, I was lucky, really.
My father left me this whole
estate when he died.
- Mm.
Well, that's very kind of him.
I'm glad you have support.
Does anyone else
live at the property?
- No, just me.
- Ah, not one
to be tied down then.
No wife, girlfriend,
handsome man like you.
I find that hard to believe.
[Tom scoffs]
- No, to be completely honest
with you,
I find the whole happy
family bubble thing,
it's just hot air,
that people tell themselves.
- What makes you say that?
- Because people lie.
They represent themselves
as one thing
to reel you in,
and then once you're hooked,
toss you aside
because they think
they can find something better.
- It sounds like you're speaking
from some kind of experience.
- No, I just know people.
I can read them.
Read their intentions.
And they'll say anything
to worm their way inside,
and they'll look
you in the eyes and lie.
- Can we get back
to the topic at hand?
I'm here because there's
been a noise complaint.
- Is that really why
you are here, Detective?
- I've just told you, sir.
It's because your neighbours
complained.
- My neighbours complained.
Yes, I've heard that.
I'm having a hard
time understanding
how that is possible
since there's only
two properties
within a mile of this house
and they're both mine.
I don't have any neighbours.
[combatants grunting]
[gunshots]
[gentle music]
[power cuts out]
[tense music]
[glass smashes]
[choking]
[struggling]
- Oh, stop. Stop.
Okay, okay.
- You should have
brought more men.
- Tom, listen to me.
If you pull that trigger,
they will never stop
coming for you, all right?
Right now you've got a chance,
so you come with me.
We get you a good lawyer,
we tell your side of the story,
but if you pull that trigger,
it will be the worst
decision you have ever made.
And you...
you have made some very,
very bad decisions.
[blow lands]
[grunting]
[struggling]
What was it all for, Thomas?
You had everything!
A good house, a good job,
a beautiful woman!
[Tom laughing]
[Tom laughing]
- She's got you wrapped around
her little finger, hasn't she?
You are pathetic.
- You chained a girl
to a pipe in your basement
and kept her there for eight
fucking years, Tom!
And you think I'm pathetic?
[blows landing]
[police siren wails]
- Isaac, what the fuck
are you doing?
[police siren wails]
For fuck's sake!
Face the wall.
[birds singing]
So, they're charging Loveridge.
- Is there enough to convict?
- I'd say so, but you never
know which way it'll go.
Look, we've done our part.
Now it's down to the CPS.
- And you can just detach
from it, just like that?
- I can.
- It must be nice,
to be that cold.
- Well, if you could learn
to control your emotions better,
you wouldn't have pissed
away your job
you've worked
for ten years to get.
Isaac, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have told
you like that.
- It's fine,
I knew it was coming anyway.
- I tried to protect
you as much as I could.
The board wanted
you charged with battery.
His jaw was broken in three
places and he had a cracked rib.
- Right, well.
I'll swing by tomorrow
and clear out my desk then.
- Could've had my job,
you know.
We're supposed to operate
above the criminals,
not roll around
in the mud with them.
- Amanda,
what do you want from me?
I've already paid with my job.
Is that not enough for you?
- I want you to acknowledge
what I'm saying.
Maybe even an apology?
You've let me down, Isaac.
- Right, yeah, I'm sorry.
You're right.
But the truth is,
I am not like you.
I can't just detach
from these things.
Every single time,
we break our fucking backs
trying to bring people
as close to justice as we can,
only to see them walk away
with a slap on the wrist.
I wanted him,
for just one second,
to feel what it's
like to be helpless.
To feel just a tiny fraction
of what he inflicted on her.
So, yeah,
I guess I was the wrong
person to carry your ambition.
- There's one more thing.
You aren't to have
any contact with her,
or share any details
of the case.
You are out of trouble
by the skin of your teeth.
I can't have you diving
back into it,
especially as a civilian.
- You can't enforce that.
- Isaac, I am looking out
for your best fucking interests.
Don't talk to her.
Do you understand?
Not until the trial is over.
Keep your neck off
of the chopping block for once.
Where are you going?
- Well, got to look
for a new job, don't I?
- We're not done here.
- No, I think we are.
- Isaac!
[reflective music]
[music fades]
[gentle music]
[knocking on door]
Hey.
- Oh, uh, hi.
Um, can I help you?
[gentle music continues]
[soft music]
[soft music continues]