PREVIOUSLY ON
I haven't had a panic attack in a few days.
I'm Sasha.
Ah, no... No, no, no, no...
-Mom. -Will you leave me alone?
This money is due.
It's every mother's nightmare, isn't it?
Something happening to her child.
Jen you're a paramedic help her.
I don't trust you, I'm gonna need your cards.
If you need money for anything, you ask me.
If they are having an affair,
you have to think, where that leaves you.
-Are you sleeping with her? -Your key.
-So this large sum... -It's coming.
If I can give these people something tomorrow morning,
then Chris never need to know about the loan.
No, I'm not dealing drugs.
That's exactly what you are doing, that's what we're doing.
What are you doin?
See, I knew you were up to something.
Take the money. You touch one note and we're over.
The funds were deposited into your amended account
first thing this morning.
Sasha didn't meet you by accident, Jen.
She met you because of one.
COMPULSION
This is mad.
Just mad.
Not as mad as giving her two hundred and eighty grand
and don't even get me started on gangster gran.
I didn't give her two hundred and eighty grand,
she just said she'd let me use her bank account.
You could have used mine.
You would've told Chris, wouldn't you?
Chris...
I'm supposed to be there now.
-What am I gonna tell him? -What about the truth?
I don't even know what that is anymore.
None of it makes any sense.
Why would she do this to me?
None of that matters right now,
all that matters is that she's got your money and she's got my diary.
Oh my god. Will you stop talking about the sodding diary?
You got any keys to the garage?
Well it's not like she's coming back.
I mean it's probably not even her stuff.
As far as the land registry confirmed,
it's not Sasha's house.
It's theirs.
Everything that woman told you is a lie.
Now where the hell has she hidden it?
This isn't gonna be good, is it?
I thought I was doing the right thing, I really did.
You were just so angry with me.
Christ Jenny can you just take some responsibility, just once?
I panicked.
I really thought that you were gonna take Rosie away from me.
What?
Sasha put the idea in my head, of course she did.
I was at my lowest, I had never seen you like that before.
I honestly didn't know what you were gonna do.
You've reported it, right?
There's no point.
It's not a crime.
I authorised the transfer.
Jenny, that woman has disappeared with our money.
I'll talk to her.
-Okay? I'll find her. -And then what?
Ask her nicely and she'll hand it right back?
She's a con-artist Jenny.
A predator. This is what they do.
The inquest, the lawsuit, it was all over the papers.
She probably targetted you months ago.
Jen, are you listening to anything I'm saying?
So say I do report it,
even if they can do anything, it could be months, years,
before we get anything back, if we get anything back.
I'll find her.
And I swear on my life, when I do,
I'll find out what she's done with our money.
You should go.
Before Rosie gets back from rehearsal.
Can I see her?
Not today.
Okay.
I can't argue with you any more.
What happened to us, Jen?
Will you give her a kiss from me?
Stay as long as you'd like.
Thank you.
You did the right thing.
I don't feel like it.
You just need to give him some time.
I haven't got time, Al.
Feel like I should be out there now looking for Sasha.
She will be halfway to the moon by now.
She won't, you know?
She's still hanging round, I know it.
So what now?
Connie Bertram.
Listen.
Like, inventing a fake backstory that's one thing.
But getting a bank involved, a letting agency?
That's serious shit Al.
It's organised and it's sophisticated
and it's got Connie Bertram written all over it.
Think about it, she knew i was coming into some money.
What? Sasha just walks into the middle of my life out of nowhere?
I no more lost my phone on that train than Sasha just happened to be on it.
I've been conned.
And the picture in the urn...
There's something about her, I don't know.
I feel like she's leaving me a trail of breadcrumbs.
To where though? You've got no idea where she is.
No.
But I know where Connie Bertram is.
Look Jenny, are you sure you wanna do this?
Not really but what choice have I got?
I can't afford for Chris to report Sasha
and I can't afford to sit on my arse and do nothing.
She might have nothing to do with it, but Connie's the only lead I've got.
She's a pretty dangerous one.
Where is she? Connie, where's Sasha?
Hello, Jenny.
-And your plus one. -I asked you a question.
You need to calm down.
Remember what we said about bad days?
Thing is, Connie, you don't get to tell me what to do anymore.
You and Sasha have got my money.
And I want it back.
So, the mystery windfall finally fell.
You know damn well that it did because a hundred and forty grand
of it fell straight into your pocket.
Someone's been telling porkies.
-So you are working for her. -I work for no-one.
I may have taken a small commission
for certain services, but business is business.
It's you who needs to watch the company you keep.
I haven't got your money, Jenny.
so whatever is going on between you and Sasha...
Jenny's lost everything because of you and that bitch.
No dear.
Jenny has lost everything because of Jenny.
Forty.
What?
You help me get to Sasha, and I will give you forty grand.
That's double what I owe you, then we're quits.
Jenny.
I've no idea where she is.
And even if I did,
what exactly do you think you're going to do?
I'm sure I'll think of something.
Forty.
COMPULSION
-You think we can trust her? -Connie?
No.
But this isn't about trust.
It's about money.
It's the only language she understands.
I don't know how you can work today.
I have to.
I need to.
Listen, I...
I'm sorry.
I should've just talked to you.
Should have believed you about Sasha,
about everything.
Well, just thank the lord for nosey neighbours eh?
Without that footage you'd still have me down as a looney tune.
Yeah. Yeah.
Probably.
Thanks.
Like watching a tiger play with a Gazelle.
Right before eating it.
Kylie's the tiger by the way.
You never know she might be interested.
She's not on his bus.
Trust me.
You and Kylie?
Well it's not my fault that I'm irresistible.
-Cradle snatcher. -Oi.
You know her middle name is butterfly?
Hippie parents.
And she's got this cute little tattoo...
Alright, yeah, it's good, I get it...
Y'alright Kylie?
It's lovely work that.
The tattoos...
First time I've seen them in the flesh.
So go on you can tell me,
Are you and Raj out in the open yet or what?
What?
Well, whatever you're doing I can't wipe the smile of the lad's face.
You just keep it up, It's making my job a lot easier.
Jen, what the hell are you talking about?
What? I spend all day with him?
He spend hours scrolling through photos of you.
He's got pictures of me?
Yeah, on his phone...
It's the tattoos...
I'm gonna say the butterfly's his favourite.
Oh shit, was I not supposed to say anything? I'm sorry.
We're not talking about what happened on the last curry night.
Are you coming to the curry night?
You sure you don't wanna do this officially?
Hashtag MeToo and all that?
No, you're right.
Don't wanna tip him off, he might make copies.
Okay.
Then you better make it quick,
shift starts in ten minutes.
Game face Kyles.
Can I talk to you for a sec?
Uh yeah?
-Give us your phone. -Alright.
Give us your phone.
-Alright.-Maybe I will give you my number...
Not.
Woah, Kylie! What are you doing? What are you doing?
-Pervert.-Wait, Kylie. What was that for?
Not getting your number...
Y'allright?
Confessed to Lesley yet?
No.
And I'm not planning on either.
I ain't joking, Jenny, I will show her what I've got.
Yeah.
What exactly is that, Raj?
Do you see now you've stopped playing silly-buggers,
let's just get through the rest of this shift, yeah?
Cutting it fine, Jen.
-What? -We've been summoned.
The Dyson four, I feel like the last para walking.
You can avoid me all you like. I've still got the videos, you know?
There's a thing called the cloud?
Jen, it's your last chance.
The hospital will keep me updated,
but for now, Gerry Dyson remains stable,
I thought you'd want to know.
Rena, you and I have discussed the extension
to your probationary period,
but it wouldn't do any harm to add some modules to the homework, yeah?
Yes, Gov.
And you might think about doing the same, Jacks.
Now this doesn't mean that you two are off the hook, huh?
I didn't do anything.
You feel like sharing Raj?
No, Gov.
Right. Well, keep your wisdom for the interview, yes?
And Jenny, will you let me know
how you and Raj wanna work this before Tuesday, yeah?
Jenny?
Yeah, I will do.
Right... You still have jobs.
Just, so go out and bloody do them.
Tell me it can wait, Jenny
Yeah, of course, boss.
-Well?-Get off me. Will you leave me alone?
-What the fuck you doing? -Look, just show her, will you?
Show her the video. I don't care anymore.
Jenny, if I tell her, you're gonna lose everything.
I've already lost everything, you dickhead.
Do you wanna know what I was doing
the night that Rosie had her accident?
I was gambling.
And I'm not talking about fifty pence on a line of bingo mates.
I'm talking about real money, money that I haven't got.
On a game that I can't win.
When she was lying on the floor, my own kid,
in the room next to me, unconscious,
the only thing I could I could think about
and the only thing that mattered to me,
the most important thing in my life in that moment
was what card was coming off the deck next.
Yeah, that's a convenient excuse
It's not an excuse, it's not an excuse.
Raj... it's not an excuse.
It's like it's an anaesthetic.
It's just, it's peace.
It's the one moment where I don't have to think about Kingsgate
and everything that came with it.
If I can just concentrate on the game,
if I can just win one more game...
then I don't have to think about the bodies.
And I don't have to hear the screams.
I just...
I just get to be invisible,
just for a minute, I just get to be quiet.
You know, we look at them don't we?
Everyday, the junkies and the alchys.
And we tell them it's a no judgement zone,
but what we're actually thinking
and what everyone is thinking is thank god I'm not you.
But I am.
I'm just like them.
I have lied and I have borrowed and I have stolen.
I'm an addict, mate.
And I can't do anything about it.
Rightthen let's just, just take it easy.
Oh I wish I could.
I really wish I could.
But just look at my life.
Chris doesn't want anything to do with me,
I barely see Rosie.
And my new best mate?
Has just fucked off with the compensation money,
which is the only thing that's gonna get me out of this fucking nightmare.
Never mind my dignity...
I mean, pickings are a bit slim on the carcass.
And then there's you...
You're supposed to be my partner,
we're supposed to have each others backs,
and there you are, giving me the Al Capone,
telling me we're gonna lose everything.
I hate to tell you, mate,
but you're a bit fucking late to the party
CONNIE - MY OFFICE NOW, MIGHT HAVE A LEAD.
Maybe it's the guilt.
Jenny's lost everything because of you and that bitch.
No dear.
Jenny has lost everything because of Jenny.
Your key, please.
You've got all kinds of things in that ambulance.
It's you who needs to watch the company you keep.
COMPULSION
Good for Connie.
Yeah.
It turns out that old honour amongst thieves thing
is a bunch of bullshit after all...
Speaking of which, you had no intention
of pawning that jewellery, did you?
Let's say Connie was open to renegotiations.
Did you throw her a few quid just so she could really
turn the screws on me?
Why would you do that when I was already so terrified?
You need to stop playing the innocent.
Where's my money Sasha?
That's all you care about isn't it?
It doesn't matter what you do, or how low you stoop,
as long as there's money at the end of it.
You are so pathetic.
Have you forgotten
you were the one who came to me about stealing drugs?
It was your decision to do it.
How long is it until this order, Jenny?
What? About four days?
You've still got them?
All the files, all the pills...
And what are you gonna do with them?
Yeah, that depends on this partner of yours...
Is he still blackmailing you?
Right, well in that case I might not have to do anything.
Either way you're still fucked, Jenny.
Oh no?
You feeling a little bit stressed, little bit overwhelmed?
I can always get you another credit card.
I don't understand.
Were you hoping that I would relapse?
What did you want me to piss my compensation money
up the wall as well?
But at least I got the horse to water? Right?
Why are you doing this to me?
What could I have possibly done to you
to make you hate me this much?
It just...
It can't be about the money.
I don't give a shit about the money.
So give it back.
Then admit what you have done.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You need to stop lying to me.
You're the one that's lying.
I know about Tara... I know that she died at Kingsgate.
Yeah, of course you know about Tara, because you killed her.
And until you admit it, it won't be the money,
or your job, or your freedom that you'll lose,
it'll be everything that meant anything to you.
I will destroy.
Because that's what you did to me.
I don't know what you want me to say...
Well?
I'm on call, Sasha.
Please.
But, just wait.
You're right but we're gonna have to talk.
But I haven't got time now, not if...
you want me to explain everything...
Tomorrow?
Alright.
Tomorrow at my house, at two o'clock.
That's fine, we'll get you some painkillers.
All Tara's social media accounts have been deactivated.
You'd think Sasha would want to keep her sister alive online,
not erase her completely.
People grieve differently, I suppose.
Look, another shrine,
Tulips for Tara...
Set up by someone in Canada?
Ah, so many attention-seekers... I bet Tara never even liked Tulips.
THE ACCOUNT HAS BEEN CLOSED.
Look... no new photos.
-Ah god. -I know.
Like looking for a ghost.
I don't even know what we're looking for, Al.
You could show me Tara James' entire digital footprint.
I'm still no clearer on what Sasha thinks I might know.
Oh,the time...
Listen, I'm gonna try Rosie before bed.
At this rate I wont be long after her.
Jen, wait.
Yeah?
Did Sasha...
Did she say what she'd done with my diary?
No.
Look, I'm gonna check the baby before bed.
You're wondering what I'm writing about you?
You're asking me or telling me?
Either... both.
But if I told you,
that'd spoil the mystery.
I'm not much of a fan of mysteries.
You seem preoccupied.
Not your usual inquisitive self.
That's a good thing, isn't it?
-At least I'm not manic. -I never said manic.
How are you feeling within yourself?
Knackered.
Can you give me something please?
Just for a few weeks, just to help me sleep.
The only thing I can prescribe I'm afraid is advice.
Look, I'm an ologist, not and i-itrist.
But I think we both know that sleeping pills are only going to mask
what's really going on in there.
Maybe even push stuff deeper.
D'you know we talked once about repressed memory?
You called them fragments.
Do you know how I can defragment myself?
It's just that every time I try...
like...
some big angry hand...
just reaches inside my head
and puts everything in a big lock box.
It's got danger written all over it, keep out.
So,why the compulsion to open it now?
I don't know...
I feel like,
maybe something's stuck inside of it,
belongs to someone else?
If you want to open the box,
open the box.
Before you say anything I want you to see how she was.
How she really was.
Not just one of the eighteen.
Tara was not a number.
Little bit uncomfortable, is it?
-No. -Well it should be.
Inquests are uncomfortable too, aren't they?
Yeah they are.
Those final absolutely terrifying moments
of those poor people being publicly dissected,
it's a bit...
A bit voyeuristic, isn't it?
I only went once to give my evidence.
Yeah I know.
I went every day.
And you know the most awful thing
about it is the waiting,
the anticipation.
Is today the day they're going to finally talk about Tara?
Is today the day the not-knowing will end?
Or is today the day I find out
that my sister never needed to have died at all?
I don't know
what you think I know.
But I never saw your sister.
Four witnesses disagree.
Four people.
They saw you and what you did.
I didn't do anything.
And that's why Tara's dead.
Don't you walk away from me.
Now I don't know what you think I saw,
but I didn't see your sister.
And you know how much she was worth?
What they decided she was worth? Twenty eight thousand.
Which means that you are literally worth ten of my sister.
That's so awful, It's unfair.
I know that it is, but that doesn't have anything to do with me.
Life is cheap, but death is cheaper right?
And what about revenge?
Or whatever this is that you're doing to me.
How much does that cost?
This is justice for my sister.
Are you on that train again?
How terrifying that must be.
But not as terrifying as it was for Tara.
Trapped in that wreckage...
Alone and in pain.
Wondering if anyone was gonna come to help her?
But help did come, didn't it?
You.
All you had to do was stem the flow.
But you didn't, did you?
You just left my sister to die, like a dog in the street.
It wasn't like that.
That's not what happened.
COMPULSION
It started off as a normal day.
A normal journey into work.
We went through the tunnel.
When I came round there was a body on top of me.
That's when I saw Tara for the first time.
Go...
Go and help them.
Help them.
I wanted to help her.
But she told me to help them.
Help them, she said,
Leave me
and help them.
So you should know,
your junkie sister,
her last thought was to save other people.
Is this the case for the defence?
I mean we're not in court, Jenny.
That's exactly where we are,
every since you put me on trial, a case I was never gonna win.
So you want me to forgive you?
Yeah.
Yes, I do.
But I think I'd like you to forgive yourself.
I'll take the blame for what I did,
I'll carry the guilt, but I can't carry yours.
Okay. Well, the court is adjourned.
This has to stop now.
It's enough.
It was never about the money, it was only about Tara.
-Let's just get inside, eh? -Rosie's in rehearsal.
I know, excuse me.
Don't ask me.
I think it's probably time that we sorted this out.
Didn't find Sasha, did you?
I did.
She's returned all the money.
-What? Just like that? -She return anything else?
Oh thank god.
Come on, Jen, give it to me.
'I'll never find another man like Chris.
I've known that from the moment we met, every day is torture.'
I said stop it, it's private.
'How long do I have to wait for Chris to see me?
If Karma is real then there's just something I don't understand.
Why Jenny couldn't have died in that crash?'
Oh Jesus Christ.
See the thing is... you're not wrong.
I didn't mean it.
We always did think alike.
We always did think alike?
Do you wish you had died?
Yes.
How can you say that?
-I thought it'd be easier. -For who?
Everyone.
Even Rosie?
She'd have been okay.
I love you.
I love you too, Chris.
You're the most important thing in my life.
And you're right, you've all put up with so much shit,
and i really don't understand why.
You're my best friend.
You're my wife.
I don't really know how to be either of those things,
until I figure out how to be Jenny.
-You're not on today. -Will you stop doing that?
Is that import or export then?
It's everything I took.
Same batch number, same everything.
I didn't end up moving it in the end.
So I just walked in on operation
sneak everything back in before anyone notices.
-Sorry, not sorry? -No.
-I'm telling Lesley everything. -Oh really?
-When? -At the end of the shift.
So you better enjoy it because it's probably gonna be my last.
What? You don't believe me?
Here you are, take it. Go on.
If I don't do what I say I'm gonna do,
the pleasure's all yours mate.
Wait.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Boss.