Deadwater Fell

Last night something sad happened.

Charlotte and Iris and Emily

may not be with us anymore

but they're all together with their mummy now.

Was it depression?

Or anxiety?

A combination.

- Come on. Don't be a prick, Kate! - Come on. Come on, kids.

I mean, it's Tom that matters. He fricking adores you.

Is that right?

I don't want to.

Just give it to her! Give it to her...

Kate!

They're not answering!

See here?

They've all been injected with something.

And look at this.

Pine needles in Emily's pyjamas,

in her feet.

What did she do?

Yeah!

We met on a bus.

Uh, number 19.

Pissing down with rain, I was in a shitty mood, and there she was.

Top deck, left-hand side.

I saw her there every morning for...

it must've been weeks, before I talked to her.

Sorry, uh... Am I...?

Is this going back too far, or is this...?

You can tell us whatever you like.

Whatever you think's relevant.

I asked her out.

We went to some real divey bar.

You know sometimes when you're with someone

and you have to work at it and it's awkward

and you run out of things to say?

We never ran out of things to say.

It was easy with Kate.

Tell us about the girls.

They were beautiful.

She loved them. Please don't think she didn't.

She had issues,

after Charlotte was born?

I got her help.

Counselling and anti-depressants.

My mum moved in for a bit, so...

as Charlotte got older, Kate got better.

She was...

Could you tell us about the car crash?

She was only just over the limit.

Yeah, but the thought of going to court must've been weighing heavy.

She knew it was only a fine.

And a one-year ban.

Yeah. It wasn't great, but it wasn't...

Even on the day, she was good, wasn't she?

You wouldn't have known.

We do bath time together, normally.

Um, then read a story, or whatever.

But it was late, so Kate said we'd skip the bath

and she'd put them to bed.

So how long before you went upstairs?

Ten minutes, maybe fifteen?

I unloaded the dishwasher, locked up,

switched out the lights...

We can stop whenever you want, Tom.

No, no.

She'd closed their eyes.

Tucked them up with their teddies and everything.

They were already dead.

Did she say anything to you?

And there was nothing that sparked it?

An argument?

I've been going over and over it, I... but...

there's nothing. There's just...

There's nothing.

You know, if you want to see the girls, we can arrange that.

No, I don't think I...

Ruth, it's fine. You stay there. Stay there.

Has he said why?

No, I don't... I don't think he knows.

Sorry.

Did she say anything...

at the end, Tom?

I have to look my best for her, don't I?

Yeah.

According to the multitudes of your tender mercies,

blot out my transgressions.

Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity

and cleanse me from my sin,

for I acknowledge my transgressions

and my sin is ever before me.

In sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life

through our Lord Jesus Christ,

who will transform our frail bodies

that they may be conformed to His glorious body

who died, was buried

and rose again for us.

To Him be glory forever.

Amen.

- Thank you. - Goodbye.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm just gonna talk to this lady.

Aye.

Hi.

You okay?

Not really.

I'm, um, I'm Jess, one of Kate's friends.

I'm Sasha.

Sasha.

From teacher training?

Uh, yeah, that's right.

Yeah, she talked about you.

Did she?

Yeah, she'd have been glad you came.

Thanks.

Listen, did you, um...?

Did you see she had it in her,

to do something like this?

No.

Did you?

It's okay. It's all right. I've got you.

Puts on a good show, doesn't he?

In you come. Come on, now. Here we go.

It was nice to meet you.

Yeah, you too.

Do they always come to funerals?

Yeah. It's just protocol.

Tom, I'm so sorry.

You're such a baby.

Elliot. Pack it in.

What you meant to do?

Oh, Christ.

- Who's that with Sandra? - Fuck knows.

She really picks her moments, eh?

Come on.

I'm not sure it's possible

to sum up three lives...

Three beautiful, vibrant,

smiley little lives.

I didn't know how to do it. I didn't know where to start so I...

Um, I wrote a list, sorry.

"Oh, dear."

Those were Emily's first words.

I think probably, um, because we were trying

so desperately not to swear in front of her.

And when you have a baby for the first time,

it gives you an awful lot to swear about.

Iris...

knew all the words to The Greatest Showman.

And, after watching it for the hundredth time,

so, unfortunately, did we.

If Charlotte ever saw a bee,

a sleepy bee, she'd call it.

She'd insist that we saved it.

And she wasn't satisfied until she saw it fly away.

She always had to watch them fly away.

Come on, son. Come on.

- Say hi. - Hi.

- Go ask Dad to film it, he'll take it. - Okay. Can I film it?

Yeah, course you can. Just give me a sec.

Jess. This is, um, Luke.

- Hi. - All right.

And, uh, this is... this is Steve.

- Hi. - All right.

Nice service.

Aye. Nice.

Yeah. It was lovely.

- Hi, Tom, how are you? - Hi. I'm fine.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Your drunken behaviour shouldn't waste police time.

- Apologise to Steve. - But for what, Dad?

- I've not done anything. - Being a pain in the arse.

- Sorry, Jess. - It's okay.

It's the fire.

No. Bollocks! He's been like it since birth.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, my God, it's unbelievable.

I heard she put a lock on their bedroom door.

Jesus.

God, as a mother, you just can't imagine it.

Jess.

'Cause do you know what, as a non-mother,

- I can totally imagine it. - That's not what I meant. Come on!

How old is he?

He's 28.

In a few months.

Why, is Steve pissed off?

He'll get over it.

Wait till he hears he's moving in.

Don't be drinking it.

Are you okay?

Didn't even get a mention at her own children's funeral.

Now they're cutting her out.

Like a cancer.

Fucking bastards.

Take your bag off.

Hi. Uh, Jessica Milner.

M-I-L-N-E-R.