Welcome.

Thank you.

That seems to be good.

There you go.

-Thank you very much.

-Enjoy.

Hi, Lola, have fun.

Here we are.

You ready?

Three, two, one.

Ah.

I'll just get Lola settled.

Sure.

(dramatic music) Alright, chicken?

I'll just go find your dad.

(soft music) 9:22 York.

9:33 Church Fenton.

9:42 Garforth.

9:59 Leeds.

10:08 New Pudsey.

10:18 Bradford Interchange.

10:29 Halifax.

10:41 Hebden Bridge.

11:02 Burnley Manchester Road.

11:12 Accrington.

11:20 Blackburn.

11:40 Preston.

11:49 Kirkham and Wesham.

11:57 Poulton-le-Fylde.

(train wheels screech) 12:04 Blackpool North.

(train clacking) (whistle blows) (dramatic music) Ladies and gentlemen, watch out for the ghost of the Scarlet Bride.

Centuries ago, she suffered a particularly grizzly death the morning of her wedding, and she's been roaming this abbey ever since, out for a revenge.

-Hey!

-Hello.

-Hey, Patience.

-Hi, Patience.

-Hi.

-We should do a gig here.

-Oh, my God.

Absolutely.

-We should.

It's epic.

So beautiful.

So beautiful.

If you'll follow me, I'll take you to the very spot where a local squire was accused of devilry and bricked into the abbey wall.

You can still hear his muffled screams today.

-It's me, I'm the squire.

-(laughs) Um, you don't mind it if these guys join, do you?

-No.

-(yells) (laughs) Sorry everyone, had to get it out of my system.

Are you alright?

-Yeah, yes.

Alright, okay.

This way now.

(suspenseful music) (metal clangs) (dark music) 9:22 York.

9:33 Church Fenton.

9:42 Garforth.

9:47 New Temple Gate.

9:59 Leeds... (dramatic music crescendo) (girl continues reciting) (police radio chatter) -Victim?

-Phillip Braxton, he was a specialist engineer.

Hi.

Can we help you?

I'm Martin, I'm a colleague of Phil's.

Uh, the...officer said you would want to speak with me.

-Yeah.

DS Hunter.

-Ah.

-I'll see you in a minute.

-Alright.

Jake: So, tell me, how long have you worked here?

DI Monroe: So, what do we think?

Well... looks like he sustained a traumatic brain injury from a blow to the head.

He would've died within a minute.

(bag rustling) This the murder weapon?

Yeah, I'd say so from its dimensions.

Blood's a bit of a giveaway.

(men chattering indistinctly) He was a good bloke.

He's great with his kid.

Have you found her?

Uh, the daughter?

-Daughter?

-Uh, the mother drops her off every Wednesday.

She would've been here.

She's, um, uh, she's autistic.

(dramatic music) Right, well, here we are.

Uh, thanks very much.

Hope you had fun.

And either way, thanks for getting me out the house.

(laughs) Um... -Oh.

-Oh, thank you very much.

Oh, that's a really cool picture with the lights behind you.

Can I have your phone?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Alright.

(clears throat) (camera clicks) (laughs) Ah, nice of you.

I look gray.

-Nothing a filter won't fix.

-Right, come on.

I'm freezing.

This place is definitely haunted.

-Oh, yeah.

Laters you two.

-See yas.

-Bye.

-See you losers.

He called you a loser.

I like your friends.

Yeah, they're idiots.

We should hang out with yours sometime.

My, my friends?

Yeah.

I want to meet them.

Okay.

(laughter) Oh.

(romantic violin music) (quiet background chatter) Yeah, um, sorry to ruin the evening.

Oh, you didn't.

Uh, oh, give me a call later, yeah?

Yeah.

Bye.

-Bye.

Alright, headphones?

Lover boy not staying?

No, it's his night off.

Come on, we need you.

Hey boss, we found this in the bin.

It's the wife's phone.

Clare Braxton.

We put a call out, but her car's still parked in the street outside.

So, what are we thinking?

What?

She killed her husband and then fled on foot?

Is that her with her daughter?

Yeah.

Lola Braxton.

She's 11 years old.

Autistic, predominantly nonverbal.

We're sweeping the area, but there's no sign of either of them.

-And we can't assume they're together.

What do you think?

Sorry, what do I...what... what do I think of what?

Well, I thought you might have a hunch where the daughter is, 'cause you're both...you know?

-We're both...?

-Well, you, you know, you're...you're... Autistic?

Well, no, I mean, we're not all the same.

I don't know what she's thinking.

Yeah.

I don't have time for you to get all offended.

I'm just...asking for your input, please.

Okay.

Um... I guess... I guess when I was younger I liked to find small spaces to hide in so I could feel the walls around me, but always near my dad because it felt safer.

(dramatic music) Thank you.

So, we're looking for an 11-year-old girl, Lola Braxton.

And we think she might be hiding in a small space.

So, spread out and be thorough.

Officer: Lola.

You're not in trouble.

Lola.

Are you in here?

(up tempo music) Woman: Lola?

-Lola?

-Woman: Can you hear me?

Lola?

-Lola?

-Woman: Lola.

Man: Lola, are you in here, love?

9:22 York.

9:33 Church Fenton.

9:42 Garforth.

9:47 New Temple Gate.

9:59 Leeds.

10:08 New Pudsey.

10:18 Bradford Interchange.

10:29 Halifax.

-Hi, Lola.

10:41 Hebden Bridge.

-11:02... -My name is Patience.

-11:12... -Are you okay?

(soft music) 11:20 Blackburn.

11:40 Preston.

11:49 Kirkham and Wesham.

She, uh, may have just witnessed her father's murder.

Poor thing.

She seems to be chanting.

Uh, it's echolalia.

It's a way of self-soothing.

Yeah.

Communication is a bit of an issue.

And there are no other witnesses?

No.

And right now, everyone who's passed through this museum in the last few hours is a suspect.

12:04 Blackpool North.

The mom's phone's not given us much, and nothing from the house search.

Given the level of risk I've contacted MPU.

There is an older sister as well.

Um, she works near the station in a kebab shop, Diablos.

-They're bringing her over now.

-Okay, good.

Get onto local hospitals, stations.

Well, I spoke to a couple of her friends.

Doesn't look like a domestic.

Apparently, things were pretty good between them.

Yeah, but you know, you don't know what goes on behind closed doors, though.

No.

DI Monroe: Jesus.

Both parents gone in one afternoon.

(whispers) Thank you.

Evie, I'm Detective Inspector Monroe.

Yeah.

Where's Lola?

Where's my sister?

Have you found my mom?

-We're doing everything we can.

I promise.

We've got a social worker who's gonna come and look after you and Lola at your house until we find your mom.

-Wait, no.

I...I can look after Lola, I'm 19.

Okay.

But with Lola's needs, you still have to be assessed.

Please... sit.

(sighs) Hey, listen, we need to move fast.

So, I'm gonna have to ask you some difficult questions, alright?

What do you mean?

How did your mom and dad get on?

Did they argue?

Were there tensions in the house?

-What?

-We just want you to be totally honest with us, Evie.

Because I wouldn't be doing my job properly if I didn't consider all the possibilities.

What?

So, you're saying that my mom killed my dad?

You're joking.

Okay.

Just ruling things out, Evie.

Can you think of any reason why your mom would disappear?

Well, if you're saying she ran off, it's probably because she couldn't handle the stress of Lola anymore.

-Did she say that?

-No.

No.

But you don't understand.

It's so full on.

She saps Mom's time, energy, money, everything.

She takes...everything.

(seagulls crying) (traffic rumbling) DI Monroe: Yeah, just wait here girls, for me, okay.

(car door closes) Hi, I am Kirsty.

I'm the social worker.

-Hi Kirsty.

I'm DI Monroe.

Um, their father was killed today, and the mother's gone missing.

And the younger one's autistic and the older one really, really doesn't want you to be here.

So, it's a tough one.

-Okay.

Do you want to get them out the car?

Yeah.

Hi Lola.

I'm Kirsty.

I'm the social worker.

Come on, let's get you inside.

That's it.

-Hi.

What's going on?

I'm DI Monroe, and you are?

A...a family friend.

Is everything alright?

Uh, the girls' father was... killed earlier today.

-Oh, my God.

-Come on, Evie.

Out you get.

Oh, Evie.

I am so sorry, love.

Oh, oh, you poor thing.

-I've got to go check on Lola.

-Yeah.

Do you live nearby?

Uh, yeah, I'm a neighbor.

Oh, right.

When was the last time you saw the girls' mother?

Clare?

Not for a few days I think.

-Right, well, if you hear anything, let me know, yeah?

Yeah.

11:02 Burnley Manchester Road.

11:12 Accrington.

11:40 Preston.

Does she communicate at all?

Just basic stuff.

Stress, hunger, happiness, that kind of thing.

(sniffs) Hey, I know it's late, but are you girls hungry?

I think I saw some pasta in the kitchen.

Oh, yeah.

Toss that with a bit garlic, lemon, olive oil, grated cheese.

Yeah, I'm sure you'll do a lovely job.

(Lola chattering) 11:20 Blackburn.

11:40 Preston.

11:49 Kirkham and Wesham.

(dog barking distantly) (sinister music) Patience: So, this should be around the time they arrived.

You still don't know where the mom is?

No.

I'm not sure she's coming back.

You think she's dead?

Just doesn't want to be found.

Hm.

Oh look, there, it's them.

Oh, hold on.

(suspenseful music) Uh, Billy, can you go back, please?

Uh, yeah, just two seconds.

There.

She's wearing a rucksack.

-What?

-Lola.

The girl.

She, she's wearing a backpack, but when we found her, there wasn't one.

So, where's it gone?

(city humming) -Morning.

-Have you even been home?

Well, barely.

-Anything?

-(sighs) Thank you.

Uh, no, not much.

Uh, she called yesterday morning to confirm a dentist appointment.

Ah, hardly the behavior of a woman who's playing to disappear.

Anything on her bank card yet?

No.

Nothing.

Uh, but there was this.

Uh, apparently Lola's parents took her out of school a couple of years ago.

She's had SEN support at home ever since.

It's not cheap.

And the council will only pay for half.

Right.

So, how did her family find that kind of money?

(phone rings) That's Patience.

(dark music) What's she doing back there?

(doors fling open) (footsteps echoing) (police radio chatter) So, you think the rucksack is still in the museum?

Uh, yes.

The CCTV footage showed Lola entering with it, but when we found her, it wasn't there.

Okay.

So, what's it look like?

Uh, well it's orange with black straps.

Two side pockets, both empty, front pocket, also empty, and it's got a black cat on the front of it.

Okay.

Good work.

Right, we're looking for a orange rucksack with black straps.

Spread out, everybody.

(up tempo music) Jake: Patience.

Come on.

Alright boys, check down there, there's still a carriage left.

Yes, Sir.

(radio bleeps) (suspenseful music) -Any luck?

-No.

DI Monroe's still checking the workshop, though.

Okay, uh, let's head down there.

Walk the grid, so to speak.

Yeah.

Um, sorry, actually, DS Hunter... uh... if you ever date someone properly, would you introduce them to your friends?

I think so, yeah.

Why?

Well, it's just Elliot wants to meet them.

Well, that's a good thing, isn't it?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, why would he...why would he need to meet my friends?

Well, maybe he just wants to get to know you a bit better.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I guess so.

Thanks.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean if I ever was to date someone properly?

(dramatic music) (clattering) There you are.

There's about 300 in there.

And they found traces of marijuana in the rucksack.

The little girl was being used as a drug mule?

Seems like it, yeah.

And have we identified where the bag's from?

Well, as you can see, there's not much to go on.

(thunk) (sighs) So, what are you thinking?

Father runs into debt trying to care for his daughter, so, starts selling drugs and then runs into trouble with a rival dealer.

And how's the mother involved?

We just don't know, Sir.

And at this point, you know, she could be a victim or a suspect.

Alright, thank you.

(packets rustling) Yeah, that should be with you now.

Let me know if you hear anything.

Alright.

Alright.

(clears throat) Hi.

Um, I double checked the archive.

There's...there's nothing on Phillip or Clare Braxton.

Alright, well, it was a long shot.

Yeah.

What if, um... what if Clare doesn't want to be found?

(poignant music) Oh, what'd you mean?

Um, well... Evie said that she... couldn't handle the stress of raising Lola and so maybe...maybe that made her want to disappear.

Well, I think it's much more likely that her disappearance is connected to her husband's murder.

Yeah.

It feels like the only one with any answers is Lola.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Um, sorry, we're looking for Lola.

We've...we've got something for her.

Yeah.

Okay.

(gasps) Look at that.

Oh, look at the coal.

That's good.

That's one for the collection.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Thanks.

That was nice of you.

Yeah.

My brother loves trains too.

That's actually one from his collection.

Oh, don't worry, she can keep it.

Billy also collects loyalty cards.

-Yeah.

-Why?

(laughs) I guess it's a way of finding order in the chaos sometimes.

(suspenseful music) You know, it's just, my head is, it's always... (bang) (sinister music) (Billy's voice distorts) 9:22 York.

9:33 Church Fenton.

9:42 Garforth.

9:47 New Temple Gate.

9:59 Leeds.

10:08 New Pudsey.

10:18 Bradford Interchange.

(station sounds) (train whistles) 10:29 Halifax.

10:41 Hebden Bridge.

(train whistle intensifies) Lola, hey.

Uh, Lola.

It's okay.

Just try and breathe.

Try and breathe.

There's nothing there.

(mysterious music) (Lola reciting train times) Every Wednesday at four they come like clockwork.

Bless her.

Same outfit, same rucksack, 'the Lola routine' Phil called it.

And then where did they go?

Um, the maintenance yard.

Uh, she'd get on one of the trains and... look out the window like it was a real journey.

Very sweet.

And you're door security, are you, what does that entail?

Bag checks mostly.

-Staff?

Visitors?

-Everyone.

So, you'd have checked inside Lola's rucksack?

Well, no.

She was a little one and... she didn't like to be touched, so.

Okay, right... (Lola muttering) Where are the bloody ear defenders?

God!

Mom would know what to do.

Um, Evie, can I just try something?

No, it's fine.

It's fine.

-Can I just try?

-Uh, Evie.

No, no, I'm okay.

I've got it.

-It's fine.

-Evie, just... best if we step outside.

Yeah?

(Lola reciting train times) It's okay.

I promise.

Okay.

Okay.

(footsteps receding) Do you want to join me in here, Lola?

12:04 Blackpool North.

(soft music) (swishing) I like it in here.

You know, when I was younger, I used to hide under my bed.

I still do sometimes.

(dramatic music) Thank you.

I'm, um... sorry about your dad, Evie.

Yeah, thanks.

Um, here.

For your collection.

Five kebabs, you get one free.

Thanking you.

(footsteps approaching) What are you doing with her photo box?

Um, Lola gave it to me.

She's never given it to anyone before.

Um, it's like a security blanket.

It was, um... it was our mom's idea.

Well... my mom gave me a special box too.

(soft music) (mysterious music fades in) Thank you, Lola.

Thank you.

We know Lola brought the backpack every Wednesday, saw her dad for two hours.

Just enough time for him, we assume, to swap the cash for cannabis.

So, Phillip uses Lola as a drug mule.

Only this time something goes wrong, and they kill him.

Yeah, but why leave a bag of money behind.

Yeah.

And how does a missing mom tie into all of this?

Chuck us a kebab.

Uh, here.

Christ.

Look.

(mysterious music) It's the same.

So, the bag used to hold the money came from Diablos.

And who do we know who works there?

So, we found the rucksack, Evie.

How long have you been dealing?

No comment.

Did your parents know that you were using your sister to transport drugs?

No comment.

Evie... your father has been killed and your mother is missing.

I think the time for no comment has passed.

Yeah, but this is a total joke.

Why are you wasting your time talking to me when you should be out there looking for my mom?

Yeah, we are.

And we need you to help us.

This is a murder investigation.

I'm not with a drug squad.

Talk to me.

How did it work?

So, you put the money in the rucksack, someone at the museum exchanged it for drugs.

Who was it?

Just a guy I know from school.

And why did you do it?

Diablo's not paying you enough?

(suspenseful music) I didn't even need that money.

I gave it to my dad.

Okay.

So... you and your dad did this together?

I'm not the first.

He caught me and I said I'd stop.

We were just in so much debt at the time and I, I... I just said I could help.

Exactly how was he involved?

He arranged for us to use the museum as a drop off point.

Said it was safer that way.

It was only gonna be for a bit, just till we got back on our feet.

And where were you selling the drugs?

(scoffs) Evie, your father's been murdered.

I think you need to cooperate.

Just like kids at college, kids at class.

It wasn't a big deal.

Okay.

I'm gonna hold you for further questioning and then, uh, you'll be allowed home pending a court hearing.

What?

A court hearing?

The law's, the law, Evie.

You'll be alright.

You're a survivor.

No, no, no, 'cause you don't understand.

I didn't have a choice.

My mom had to give up her job.

I had to give up my uni place because we couldn't afford it.

This isn't my fault.

It's because of Lola.

(door opens) No, you can't just walk away.

Where are you going?

You don't understand.

It's not my fault.

Ah.

(background PA announcement) (door opens) Patience, right?

Yep.

Zinzi.

I work with DCI Baxter.

Yes, I know.

I was hoping to catch you for a chat, actually.

Really?

I would love to include you in some of the work we're doing on the rebrand.

Oh, n...no.

Well, that, that's not really my thing.

Don't be silly.

DCI Baxter told me about your autism, which I think is fantastic.

-Thank you.

And I think your truth is really valid, and will resonate with so many people who think that maybe the police isn't for them.

Okay.

Well, I'm not actually part of the police.

I work in criminal records.

And I love that.

That is exactly what we're looking for.

Your authenticity, your diversity, and... I hope I'm not making you feel uncomfortable here, but you have fantastic hair.

Oh, DCI Baxter.

Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

Got stuck in a meeting, and the train was delayed.

(chuckles) Sat at Garforth station for 20 minutes.

Couldn't even find a snack.

Garforth?

Sorry, where did you say the train started from?

Uh, Blackpool North, why?

(footsteps receding) Uh, sorry, you're gonna have to wait a while longer.

Wait...oh.

(police radio chatter) We've pulled in Evie's school friend, we're doing a background on him, but so far it's looking like her story's checking out.

And all our punters are a bunch of college stoners.

All pretty small time.

And the money wasn't taken.

You know, I think we can forget the link between the dealing and the murder.

Hi.

Um, Lola's been trying to tell us something, and that's what this is.

Just give me a sec.

(keyboard tapping) Here we go.

York to Blackpool North.

I mean, if there's an answer, it's got to be in this route.

(suspenseful music) Look, no, no, no, there's a... there's a station missing.

Lola always says York, Church Fenton, Garforth, New Temple Gate, Leeds.

York, Church Fenton... New Temple Gate, Leeds.

What?

Well, there's no New Temple Gate.

Well, maybe it's a disused station.

Here you are.

New Temple Gate.

No, there's no station there.

But there is a school.

DI Monroe: Right.

It's a specialist school.

Go to the gallery.

Mm-hmm.

(mysterious music) Will: That's Lola.

-DI Monroe: Scroll back.

-Will: Hm?

Yep.

Scroll, scroll back.

I know that woman.

She's their neighbor.

Lola was at our school until a couple of years ago.

I remember Clare found it pretty tricky at first.

She hoped Lola could be cured.

Um, autism can't be cured.

It's not an illness.

Yeah.

Clare came to recognize this, and finally understood.

And then loved how Lola saw the world.

It's not easy for parents or the children, and sometimes things break down, but it's rarely a lack of love.

(melancholic music) Do you really believe...that?

Absolutely.

Tell me about Nadia Ward.

That's quite a sad story, actually.

Her daughter, Kelly, was in Lola's class.

She had a seizure and died last year.

Nadia had a breakdown.

She blamed the school.

She hassled staff.

DI Monroe: What do you mean?

Nadia stalked Kelly's key worker.

She really needed help.

Wait, uh... Sorry.

I recognize that jacket.

(distorted rumble) (suspenseful music) She was at the museum the day of the murder.

Jesus.

And I think she was outside the girls' house the other day.

I think that's what Lola saw.

-What?

-Well, uh, that's what Lola has been trying to tell us.

She's afraid of Nadia Ward.

Crap.

Sorry.

(high tempo music) Jake, we need to get hold of the girls' social worker.

Nadia, their neighbor, she could be dangerous.

Okay, we're gonna leave in five, yeah?

Alright.

(inhales sharply) (sinister music) (breathing heavily) (groans) (groaning, struggling) You look so lovely, Kelly.

That's a gorgeous picture of you.

Are you excited for our holiday, Kelly?

Exciting.

What are you doing?

Where are we?

-Oh, hello sleep-head, take a seat.

What have you done to me?

I said...sit down!

(Lola groans) Would you like some tea?

I'll get some tea.

(panicking) (sinister music distorts) Lola, it's okay.

(suspenseful music) Yeah, do you want to check around the back, okay?

Yeah.

Kirsty?

Evie?

Lola?

-Kitchen's clear.

-Okay.

What have we got on Nadia?

I'll check.

-There's nothing out back.

-Yeah, okay, go and check upstairs.

-Alright.

(suspenseful music continues) (floorboards creaking) (ominous music) (curtains swish) -(muffled screams) -Jake!

-What is it?

-Jake!

Oh...you're okay, it's alright, it's alright, I'm here now, come here... (panicked breathing) (sinister music) (birds chirping) Go, go, go.

Go, go, go.

Go.

(door squeaks) Well, this will make you feel better.

(glass slams) Kelly!

Stop being silly!

(sirens wailing) Yeah, boss, we've got a problem.

There's no sign of the kids, and no sign of Nadia 'cause apparently, she's never lived on this street.

Alright, so, we've got a mentally unstable woman who has a breakdown when her daughter dies.

Unable to grieve, she transfers her affection to another child and starts stalking her.

She's got no known fixed address, Ma'am.

But she did inherit her mom's country house three years ago.

Here's the location.

-Alright, let's go.

-I don't get it.

What's Nadia's plan?

I thought she just wanted Lola?

Yeah.

And what's she gonna do to Evie?

Will, call for back up.

-Alright.

(high tempo music) (car door closes, engine starts) (groaning) Mom?

Mom!

Oh!

Mom!

Mom!

Oh my God, Mom, oh.

Oh, my God.

thank God!

Argh.

Are you okay?

Oh, are you okay?

Are you okay?

Oh, thank God.

Oh.

Kelly?!

(sinister music) Baby girl.

Kelly?

Come on, we've got to go now.

(door creaking) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music continues) There you are.

How did you sleep?

Let us go.

(dramatic music) -Come on, Kelly.

-No, it's Lola.

What?

No, it's not, it's Kelly.

Come on, Kelly.

Let us go.

Stay back!

-I said, come on.

-Stay back!

-Kelly!

Ah...oh!

-Run!

-Argh!

-Get her out of here!

-Kelly!

Kelly!

-Run!

(sirens blaring) (police radio chatter) (dramatic music continues) Nadia: Get out.

Get out!

Okay, Nadia, (clears throat) I'm Detective Frankie Monroe.

-Stay away!

-Okay.

Okay, I need you to calm down.

Okay?

I need you to calm right down.

Okay?

I'm stepping back.

I'm stepping back.

Okay.

I'm taking Kelly away.

You can't stop me.

Okay.

(suspenseful music) Are you alright, Clare?

-(whimpers) Okay.

I know you're suffering, Nadia.

Hurting Clare is not gonna bring your daughter back.

You don't know anything about me!

No.

I don't know anything about you, Nadia.

I don't.

And I want to know, I want to talk to you nice and calmly.

Okay?

But first I need you to let Clare go.

Okay?

Lola is not your daughter.

She doesn't deserve her.

(sobbing) I, I can look after her.

I can love her.

-Don't.

-(screams) Argh!

-Argh!

(gasps) (dramatic music) (officers shouting) DI Monroe: Patient is conscious and breathing.

Hmm.

(dramatic music) She was constantly hassling us.

Wanting time with Lola.

She, she was clearly unwell.

Phil... (distant radio chatter) Phil tried to warn her off.

(sobs) But she just became more intense.

And why didn't you report her?

We felt sorry for her.

And we thought we could handle it.

But then she... turned up at the museum.

Nadia: No!

Give her to me.

Where is she?

-Nadia, stop.

(thump) -Ah!

(clanging) What have you done?

-Oh, Clare, no.

-What have you done?

No, no, no, no.

I didn't mean... Phil, turning...no!

Phil, Phil... No, no, no, no, no.

We've got to call an ambulance.

Oh, shit!

-Phil.

-No, no, no.

Urgh!

(cries) I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(groaning) I'm sorry.

Whoa, okay.

Come on.

(straining) Come on, come on.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, we'll be alright.

Let's go.

Okay.

Come on.

(Clare groaning) 9:22 York.

9:33 Church Fenton.

9:42 Garforth.

(poignant music) Come on.

I'm sorry for everything I've put you through.

You must hate me.

No, sweetheart.

No.

The two of you... there's nothing you could ever do that would stop me loving you.

(sniffs) I miss dad.

I know, darling.

Me too.

(city humming) Thanks.

(bottles clink) (background music playing) So, uh... anyone fancy some crisps?

Or, uh, nuts?

-Ooh, yeah.

Thank you.

Uh, oh... Patience likes nuts.

But you're allergic to sesame.

Yes.

Oh.

Yeah.

She found out when she was seven.

-Eight.

-Eight.

Eight.

Yeah.

She found out when she was eight.

She found it out at a trampoline party, yeah.

Which is when she also found out she doesn't like trampolining.

Oh.

(awkward laughter) Right, well, uh, let's not do that, then.

So, uh, Billy, Patience says you run her group.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Uh, she joined in 2022.

January 2022.

Which is actually her favorite month.

Partially because snowdrops are her favorite flower.

You know a lot about her, don't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose I do.

Barman's taking a while.

-Yeah.

Yeah, hmm.

I'm just gonna go to the toilet.

-Yep.

-Okay.

Great.

(soft music) (sighs) This isn't going well.

(background chatter) Is this weird?

This is weird, isn't it?

Yeah.

I think, uh, it is a little bit weird.

(groans) Yeah.

I think she wants us to... you know, bond.

-Yeah.

Oh, which is fair enough.

-Yeah.

-You are her best friend.

And I'm... You're her boyfriend, aren't you?

Am I?

We've not exactly done that yet.

Hm.

I do really like her.

Mm.

And she really likes you.

-Yeah?

-Well, yeah.

MC: Okey-dokey, folks.

Start assembling your teams for the quiz.

Ooh, I love a quiz night.

Although I can basically only do music and birds.

Ooh, I can do history, uh, and like... like a little bit of sports.

Although, to be honest, if we've got Patience we basically... We do not need to be here at all.

(laughter) Hey.

Um, I've just signed ourselves up for the quiz.

-Oh.

-Hope that's okay.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I, um... I really like your necklace.

Thank you.

I like it too.

(gentle laughter) Question one.

Where is the Scarlet Bride said to roam at night?

(dramatic music) (laughter)