Broadchurch

Previously on Broadchurch:

There were two girls. Cousins.

Lisa Newbury, 19, was babysitting for her 12-year-old cousin Pippa.

Pippa's parents went away for the night to a friend's wedding.

They came back the next day and both girls were gone.

Our main suspect was a man called Lee Ashworth.

Lee's my husband. I think he's back and looking for me.

~ You've been hiding her here? ~ It's sort of witness protection.

Joseph Michael Miller, how do you plead?

~ Not guilty. ~ No! ~ He can't.

~ You know that I'm defending Joe Miller. ~ I'll be prosecuting.

Joe's legal team have requested a new autopsy on Danny's body.

I hope you rot in hell! For what you've done to us.

Why are you so sure he killed those girls?

At fixed intervals during the probationary period you'll have a review.

Conducted by the Learning Development Officer.

This will establish whether or not you have met the required standards

to be an efficient and effective police officer.

Why the hell did you say yes to this job if you don't enjoy it?

~ Not that bad, am I? ~ You'll demotivate our entire intake.

The boredom drips off you.

~ I was good at my job. ~ Yeah, and you're no longer fit for it.

So get good at this one or do something else.

Over-achievers have an inherent fear of failure.

"You have one new message."

"Claire, it's me.

You should answer. I wanna hear your voice.

Look, I want you to know...

I love you. I've been thinking about you all this time.

Listen, I know it hasn't been easy.

But I'm close now.

I'll see you soon."

~ Hi. ~ Alec, Lee just called and left me a message. How did he get my number?

OK. What did he say?

He said he's close.

Claire, I promise you're safe. Just stay there.

~ I've gotta go. ~ Alec, please don't go.

What do you want?

Where's Claire?

Why would I know?

Don't mess me about.

~ I wanna see her. ~ Lisa Newbury's parents wanna see their daughter.

For the last time... I had nothing to do with that.

I don't believe you.

You got it wrong.

It's over.

Not for the parents.

Not for me.

What about for me?

I lost my whole life cos of you.

~ I had to leave the country. ~ So why'd you come back?

I want my life back.

Now tell me where I find Claire.

Or do I have to follow you around everywhere?

Yeah, give it a go.

Here's my number.

You tell her to call me.

Sorry about your health.

What did you say?

Someone said you were sick.

Over a little further.

Careful with those. They go upstairs in my office.

And don't scratch the paintwork.

~ See ya. ~ Bye.

I hope shitface has got a good reason for not reporting this.

~ Not that I'm finding much. ~ I appreciate the favour anyway.

When are you gonna come back to work here, then?

~ Not gonna happen. ~ Not as good as Devon, is it?

No.

Erm, I wondered if you still wanted to go for that drink.

~ Oh. Right. ~ Or not.

No. It's just that... I'm seeing someone now.

Course you are. Quite right.

Better finish up.

~ What the hell are you doing? ~ Nothing. ~ Put it away! God's sake!

~ Don't have a go at me. ~ How dare you! I ask one wee favour.

~ Why have you got that? ~ None of your business.

You've made it my business.

What?

Yeah. Actually I'm with her right now.

The second autopsy provided no new information

or suggestion that the first autopsy had overlooked anything.

They dug him up for nothing.

Just so that your Miller could have a bit of fun.

I was thinking...

~ .. we should have a date. ~ What do you mean?

Go out, you and me.

You know, last chance till the baby comes.

We could go to the pictures. Take our mind off the trial.

What do you wanna go to the pictures for?

We got a big telly to watch things at home.

~ Dinner, then. A meal out. ~ How much will that set us back?

Stop going on about money. Bloody hell.

We've got a new baby coming. That's one wage.

Half me old customers aren't calling cos they don't know what to say.

One night.

Before it's nappies and night feeds again.

~ We don't see each other. ~ We see each other every day.

We don't talk about important things.

Let's do this tonight, all right? I'm late.

Did she say what she wanted? What do you think it is?

I don't know. Stop wittering, Miller.

Ashworth came to see me earlier.

Said he's looking for Claire and he's not gonna stop till he finds her.

Well, you said that's what you wanted. Now you've got it.

~ Alec Hardy. ~ I know.

Ellie. Ellie Miller.

Come in.

Wow. Look at that view.

I've always envied this house.

How long have you been here?

Please have a seat.

Do both of you understand how a prosecution case is built in court?

It's my responsibility to prove your husband's guilt beyond doubt.

And I do this by building a wall of evidence,

in front of the jury, brick by brick.

Each piece of evidence is a new brick.

When it's built, the wall is unassailable.

~ Right. ~ Some bricks are more important than others.

Cornerstones, for example.

A confession by the accused.

Absolutely crucial.

What did you call us here for?

You assaulted Joe Miller in the interview room at Broadchurch police station.

While you stood and watched.

Oh, God.

I have seen the tape. What the hell were you doing?

I was upset. I didn't believe what was happening

and I asked to see my husband.

Police brutality? Extracting a confession through violence?

It had been a very intense day.

It was an error of judgement but I had her removed as fast as I could.

How am I supposed to deal with this in court?

Hm?

Do you realise how the defence will use this?

~ Yeah, I do. ~ But how can you not have realised this was coming?

Well, he confessed. He was gonna plead guilty.

And you giving him a kicking gave him an opportunity not to.

If they don't get it excluded straight away,

which is a definite possibility, you have to go on the stand and defend it.

So you better start thinking how you're going to justify what happened that day.

Because we need this evidence in.

We can't afford to lose this confession.

His confession happened before I even saw him.

Won't make a blind bit of difference.

All the defence need to do is connect the two events by suggestion.

You have jeopardised my best chance of success

before we even got going.

Why didn't you stop me that day?

~ Oh, it's my fault now? ~ Why did you let me see him?

I felt sorry for you.

I didn't expect you to go all Bruce Lee on him.

Everyone will find out now.

Shit. Tom will hear about it.

His mum beating up his dad in a police station.

Oh, God. What do I do?

I just wanna run away or hide of emigrate or...

Oh, God.

What have you eaten today?

KitKat and a Scotch egg.

It's not too late to change your plea.

I can't do that.

You can stop a lot of suffering.

Mark and Beth...

.. they don't need to be put through this trial.

Have you seen Fred?

I thought maybe you could get a picture of him.

Bring it in for me. He must have grown so much.

~ I don't think that's appropriate. ~ Well, Tom, then.

If you see him, tell him I think of him every day. First thing.

Tell him I love him.

And that I'll be coming home soon.

I'm not gonna do that, Joe.

I thought you wanted to help me. Why have you come here otherwise?

Whose side you on, Paul?

~ Hi, Beth. ~ Oh, hi. Where are you at the moment?

Oh, just, uh... out.

Oh, OK. I've come to put flowers on Mum and Danny's graves

~ and I fancied a chat. ~ Ah, I'm sorry.

I'm a way aways.

Tricky parishioner.

OK. Can we find time soon? I'd love to talk to you.

Yeah. Definitely.

Why don't I, uh, give you a call

when I've got my diary in front of me?

~ OK. Bye. ~ Bye.

Second autopsy turned up nothing new.

Oh, well. It was a worth a go. Might have rattled Jocelyn a bit.

I've been through the statements from the CID team. Nothing new there.

But I did track down the station cleaner.

Now, she likes a chat. Very good on office gossip.

~ Anyone else spoken to her? ~ No.

Nice. Well done.

You're very welcome.

What do you want to do about the confession?

I don't know. We'll see.

What shall we do for dinner? Is there anywhere good?

I think it's a risk. Even with the treatment of Joe Miller in custody.

I think there's a Thai. They're usually reliable, even in a place like this.

Don't change the subject. What's our game plan?