The Crow Girl

I want to ask

what the psychiatrist was doing

in the mortuary the other night.

What happened to you as a child

was not your fault.

It's possible you have developed

other personalities as a way to cope.

Can you come with me so I can get your fingerprints?

Are you sleeping with my wife?

I can't help you. I barely know your wife.

Yes, we've been looking into the deaths

of two former residents of Ledford House.

After she disappeared, the police were contacted.

They reached out to us at the time and we did nothing.

Can you swim?

We need to talk.

You can't look for Martin.

You hurt him.

His feet are dirty.

Can I wash them?

Sometimes children have trouble

with the concept of time.

Such as when or how often something occurred.

They often think that grownups already know everything

they might have to say,

and are more inclined to omit sexual details

than place particular stress on them.

Our memories are intimately connected to our perceptions.

What we see, hear and feel.

One clinical example is a teenage girl

who smells her boyfriend's semen...

and realises that this isn't the first time

she's encountered that smell.

And that instigates a process

through which she comes to remember

her father's abuse of her.

In an incestuous family,

the boundaries between adults and children

are unclear and hazy.

All needs are satisfied within the family.

The daughter often switches roles with the mother

and might replace her in the kitchen, for instance,

but also in the bed.

The family does everything together

and, from the outside, looks like the ideal family.

There are many ways to cry...

noisily...

quietly...

- or not at all. - Or not at all.

Come on, you.

Teatime.

Sit.

Would you like some milk?

Say when.

Excuse the fingers.

Tea?

What do you want?

Because we can talk if you like.

I do wanna talk.

Okay.

But this time...

I wanna talk about what's going on inside...

your head.

That's crazy.

I don't think you're supposed to say that.

No, I'm not. I'm... I apologise.

Don't worry.

I mean, you're not very well.

You've had quite bad headaches

and blackouts recently, haven't you?

How do you know?

Have you been following me to my hospital appointments?

I do follow you. Sort of.

Then you'll know that I'm completely well.

I just...

- I just don't feel like myself. - Like myself.

Do you know why you feel strange?

It's because you're not you.

You're not a person.

Are you trying to scare me?

No.

I wrote notes on my notes that you wrote, to help you.

I saw.

We wrote them... together in a way.

There are notes

for both of us to try and understand

what part we play in...

being.

Okay.

Okay.

What if it's you who needs help?

No, I'm the therapist. You're the patient.

Okay. You're being a bit loud.

Actually...

the A.N.P. is always louder.

It's not your fault, but you have ended up being

quite a loud person.

Why did you just call me an A.N.P.?

Because you are one.

See, I don't think you know what that means.

I know what it means.

Do you know what it means?

Do you think the memories you're having

are just memories of my memories

that I've told you about?

Er...

That's a bit crazy, isn't it?

Yeah, I can't remember things that didn't happen to me.

Exactly.

Look, I want you to get out of my house now, Victoria.

I actually really like and respect you.

I do.

I didn't bring you here to argue.

I'm grateful to you

because you've done a lot of very

boring stuff for me.

The parts of being a person that I actually find very hard.

Like wearing normal clothes

and using all the hair products

and making reservations

and turning up to things

and being nice and polite

and quite sort of...

attractive.

I mean, quite sexy sometimes.

And, you know, I actually, I, er...

I really appreciate it.

But now I'm just not gonna have someone doing that anymore.

Because I, er...

Yeah, I don't think I need it.

But you have done a really...

really good job. I mean, seriously...

I am your therapist.

I work with you.

You also work for other people, don't you?

Yes, I have other clients.

Not them.

The people who think they're more important than me.

The people who want to control us.

They try to make us forget the truth

so we don't report them.

I don't know who you mean.

You've also let things slip a bit, haven't you?

Yeah.

People are starting to see behind the mask sometimes.

I mean, don't you think?

Do you wanna call your therapist?

Yes.

Sorry. You can't.

Then please, can I leave?

You probably won't ever leave this flat again.

Whatever you do to me, you do to yourself.

I created you.

Do you mind if I have another tea?

Why would I mind?

Well, you might not be able to sleep

if I have one this late.

Wha... What?

You need to be able to rest.

Because I want you to understand

what's gonna happen.

I'm giving you time to prepare.

Wait, please.

Wait, there's something you should know.

Something important.

Please wait.

I'm going to write it down,

so you can see it.

In case I'm not here.

It might make a difference to what you decide to do.

Get a grip.

You're an absolute fucking babe.

Did CCTV lose White?

Yes, we lost him down by the docks.

Morning, ma'am.

Er, uniforms all over it.

He must have had a car.

Er, does anybody have, like,

a breakfast bar for me to eat, please?

I'm not sure paracetamol counts as a snack.

No, it's a serious medicine.

Until you're my age, and then it is a snack.

Jeanette...

What's this?

We've got a match.

The half-burnt Jerry can from the Burkeman house, it's...

it's a match to prints that we've got in the system.

It's... it's saying it's a match

for a Dr Sophia Craven.

That doesn't seem... Mi... Mike?

I took the prints carefully.

Okay, let me just... let me just...

Er... let me just, er...

Fucking think for a fucking minute.

We have to work with the clues we have,

not the clues you would prefer to have

because it would make more sense to you, Jeanette.

Yeah, no, no, no, no. I understand that.

And I, I... I agree with you.

It's, it's just...