Maryland

Oh, God.

Morning. Hey. There you go.

Ta.

Mol, phone. I'm not at the Ivy.

Oi, lip!

Fancy a curry tonight, Bec? Oh, yeah, please.

Woke up dreaming of a bhuna. A midweek curry?

Fitting some lights at the Queen's Head, Saturday.

That'll pay for it.

You need to switch it back on when you do that.

I'm not going to school. PHONE RINGS

Molly, we spoke about this.

Jim. You've got school.

01632? Where's that?

Hello?

Yeah.

Can I just check your dressing?

Hm.

Ever had your boobs weighed?

No. Why?

When we were kids, you'd say,

"Have you ever had your boobs weighed?"

And then pretend to... "Wahey!"

It's a joke.

You're good to go.

Take paracetamol and apply a cold compress if it gets sore.

Results in five to seven days. ROSALINE SIGHS

Try to distract yourself.

This is not my first time at the rodeo.

ROSALINE INHALES DEEPLY, PHONE BUZZES

Sorry.

I'll call her back.

'I don't understand.'

No, neither do I.

She FaceTimed Lauren yesterday, said she was in Wales.

What... What was she doing on the Isle of Man?

I mean, it can't be her.

'The police have sent you those photos. It's...

'Well, it's definitely Mum's stuff.

'What's Dad said?'

I don't know. I couldn't get in touch with him.

'Neither could the police. That's... That's why they called me.'

Do you mean he doesn't know yet? 'No, I just rang you.'

Well, he needs telling.

I know he needs telling, Rosaline.

'Well, I'm 200 miles away, Becca.'

I can't do it over the phone.

'I know. I'll go round.'

They want us to ID the body. 'There?'

Yes, Rosaline. There.

BECCA SOBS AND SNIFFS

I called her phone. It just... It just rang out.

Dad?

Dad? Hello, love.

What's up?

It's Mum.

Well... Well, they can't be sure, can they?

They can? Well, they want us to...

..identify the body.

Dad?

HE SOBS

Did you know that Mum

wasn't at the caravan in Wales with Maureen?

No.

But did they change their plans for some reason?

No, no.

Did Mum say she was going to the Isle of Man?

I don't know.

I'm sorry. This is all too...

I'll book the flights.

You don't have to worry about any arrangements.

I can't go.

I can't go there.

I'll make you a cup of tea.

You're only going for a few days.

Got shoes? Er, yeah.

And you're gonna wear your trainers on the plane, yeah? Mm-hm.

I can't leave your grandad like this.

He's gonna be fine. Don't worry. Why won't he go with you?

He said he wasn't able.

Are you ready? Yeah, nearly.

Here, I'll do it.

Stay on top of Mol. Jim?

You've got to lay off her, Bec. She's a teenager.

She just has her moments.

Being excluded from school's quite a moment.

Listen, I'll call you if I need anything.

What was your mum doing over there? I don't know.

She was always with Dad or Maureen.

Maybe this time she just took herself off on her own.

Why would me mum be on her own? Dunno. Maybe they had a row.

Me mum and dad have never had an argument in their lives.

You don't know what people get up to behind closed doors.

Thanks. BECCA SIGHS

You all right? Hey. You come here.

INTERCOM RINGS

I thought I'd come and hear from the horse's mouth

what's being omitted from the tender.

There's a little thing known as the World Wide Web.

I'll send it over later.

HE MOANS SOFTLY

You need to leave, Nick. It's not a good time.

No, it's always a good time. My mum's just died.

Oh, shit.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Er, that's, erm...

Yeah, when... when my gran died, it was really bad.

Right. I'll, erm...

..I'll go. HE CLEARS THROAT

SHE SIGHS, DOOR CLOSES

Hey. Hiya.

ROSALINE CLEARS THROAT

Thanks for sorting the tickets.

'This is the final boarding call

'for passengers boarding flight 211 to Liverpool.'

Got new hair? It's been like this an age.

How's Jim and the kids? Oh, he's good, yeah.

And... how's work? Work.

PHONE RINGS Hello, ladies. Hi.

Yes, Nick?

Yeah, all right. Send it over. I'll take a look.

Little holiday, is it? No.

Right, I can look at both at the same time.

You know, send the one with the amendment

and then the second one... Just here for family reasons.

How'd they get your phone number?

I'm a next of kin. And Dad is, too. Mm.

It's just easier cos I see 'em all.

And only cos you're in London.

No, thanks.

I called her friends, Maureen and Elaine.

I just left messages. I haven't heard back from them yet.

Well, call 'em again.

Oh. OK, yeah, I'll call them again, shall I?

If you don't want to do the ringing round, I'll do it.

Erm, ladies, we...

we're just coming up to the Fairy Bridge.

You'll have to say hello to the fairies, otherwise...

..bad luck, like. Ready?

Three, two, one.

Hello, fairies.

Whereabouts on Westmoreland Road do you want?

Yeah, it's the mortuary. Our mum has died.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

KNOCKS AT DOOR

I'm Detective Ian Quayle.

I'm the Coroner's Officer. We spoke.

That was me.

Do you know what happened to her? Can we just get on with it?

Well, how did she die? Was it a heart attack or...?

I can answer any questions once identification has taken place.

Oh, it's just straight ahead.

BECCA SNIFFS AND SIGHS

BECCA SNIFFS AND SOBS

Oh, Mum.

Oh.

BECCA SOBS

There was a cut to the back of her head

that is consistent with the way she fell.

But there will be a postmortem to establish cause of death.

How long will that take?

Erm, it could take up to ten days. Will you be repatriating?

Of course.

How long was she on the beach before she was found?

Not long at all, we don't think. She was meeting a friend for a walk.

She had a friend here?

He found her. He said they walked the beach most days.

Er, most days? No, she's, erm...

She sent me pictures from just this week.

Erm, one from Manchester, then Wales, another one in Wales.

Have you got any? May I?

Er...

That's not Wales. That's here. Peel.

Why would she pretend not to be here?

Can we talk to this friend?

His number's in the office. Just a sec.

Oh, Dad. I'll call him when we're done.

That's her bag.

That's his number. Pete Ribeiro.

He said we could pass it on to you. Thanks.

And the address of where she was staying.

Bayview House. Is that... Is that near?

Five or six miles. A drive down the coast.

I'll forward you the number for repatriation.

Thank you. Is that it?

Er, thank you for your help.

If anything else comes up, give either of us a call.

No, she... We've just been told that our mother was here,

and we didn't know.

Is that not weird to you? I'm really sorry.

The Coroner's role is to establish how, what's, when and where,

not why.

Well, maybe you should stick "why" on the list.

Becca, as far as they're concerned,

she's just a woman who went for a walk and died.

Oh. Just leave it. What are we hoping to find?

It'll just be photos she's sent you.

She was pretending we're in Wales, for whatever reason.

You don't wanna know what she was doing here

and why she didn't tell us?