Finding Alice

Harry?

No.

I'm George.

Harry's son.

What?

I'm Harry's son.

From before you.

Obviously.

He didn't say anything?

No.

Well, he isn't answering my calls.

He died.

Charlotte!

Charlotte! What?

This was a bad idea. I'd better go. No, no, no.

You...? You are G, aren't you? You've been ringing.

Charlotte, now!

What are you doing?

No, I don't want you to run off.

Why haven't I heard about you? I haven't known for long.

Only my mother did. Talk to me, then.

Who is this?

He said he's Dad's son.

No, he isn't. I don't need this.

How do you think I feel?

No!

No, come back!

Well, I don't believe him.

Why would he make it up?

He's a psycho.

Money.

Why didn't he show up when Dad was alive?

But he looks like Harry. No, he doesn't.

You want him to look like him.

I'd love a brother, a half-brother.

But I don't know, isn't this too weird?

George's phone. Leave a message. Hello, George, it's Alice here.

Don't give your name!

With your half-sister Charlotte, supposedly.

If you are Harry's son, call me back.

And if you aren't, I'm ringing the police.

Thank you.

This a very peaceful place.

We went to visit. It's got lovely views.

Mum...

How far away is it?

15 miles.

It's too far.

Harry hated graveyards.

Well, who likes graveyards, apart from fecking Dracula?

Sorry, Charlotte. That's OK.

I like to think of graves as shrines.

A joyful gathering point.

Well, I would rather gather joyfully in Harry's favourite pub.

Is there a churchyard nearer?

We brought him up a good Catholic. Well, it didn't take.

And when was the last time you went to church?

Recently, at Christmas.

Christmas doesn't count!

Everyone loves a carol.

He'd rather be buried in a wheelie bin than a churchyard.

Well, it's back to cremation, then. Harry really didn't want that.

Well, sweet Jesus!

He can't just stay in the morgue forever.

What would you like?

I want Harry with us.

I can't help it.

I don't want to visit him in a cemetery or put him in a jar.

Well, neither do I.

It's my little boy!

I'm sorry.

I know I'm not helping.

I just don't see why you're trying to sell our home.

Because we owe the tax on it.

You don't yet! Well, it won't sell overnight.

We've been in debt before. I know.

It nearly killed us. And Nicola suffered.

We still need money to help her.

- Hello? - Hi.

Hi...

..Mr Elusive.

I'm sorry I ran off like that. Oh, that's OK.

We're all just...

Well, erm...

Can we meet?

Hello?

Are you still there?

Yeah, I'm not sure about meeting. Well, why not?

Because you're in a bit of a state, you know.

But of course I'm in a state!

Sorry, but I am.

I am in a state. No.

No, I'm sorry, I'm in a state, too.

In fact, I'm a mess.

Well, I just need to know that you're not...

some sort of creep or weirdo. Oh, I'm completely creepy and weird.

Mum... I'm on the phone.

Er, I'll call back. No, no, it's fine, I can talk.

Oh, God...

Let's reconvene when we're all feeling a bit stronger.

Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea.

But we do need to bury him.

We know that, Gerry.

And I'm coming back to put up a banister.

It needs to be safe, so that we can sell the house.

No, I really believe him.

He's Harry's son. I wish you'd focus on now.

And me. And Dad.

I am!

But he comes here looking like Harry.

OK, so, Dad had a, whatever, a love child years ago.

What you need in your life at the moment are normal things, not...

No, I'm just trying to hang on to Harry any way I can.

Now, why can't you understand...?

Sorry, Harry.

Oh...

What do you want?

We have a warrant to take the CCTV. Well, that's ridiculous.

We need to check it, madam.

And what happened to sensitive policing?

Hm? No wonder people hate you.

It did record. I'll get it.

I thought it wasn't switched on. Everything's new.

It's a... a smart house.

Well, smart-ish.

I won't offer you a tea, in case I screw that up.

No problem, madam.

We need that to operate the house. We can use Dad's phone.

We'll get it back to you soon.

Thanks.

We watched some of it.

There's a man at the door when Dad falls.

We can't see his face.

Now we'll never get them off our backs!

No, it's the opposite.

The footage will prove you didn't push him down the stairs.

As if. I don't want to watch him die.

The police won't make you watch. Look, I don't want to, either.

But we should have handed it over straight away.

Why are you trying to hide stuff, Mum?

It's like a disease.

I think it's George on the CCTV.

He has the same body language.

So, he saw Harry fall and die. Then we should tell the police.

But he didn't push Harry down the stairs any more than I did.

I want to talk to him first.

I just want to...

think about your dad without the world crowding in.

Alice!

Alice! Hello!

We know you're in there!

Close curtains.

Gerry called.

He was upset and rather rude about your intransigence over the burial.

Close curtains.

- Perhaps she wants some space. - Oh, she doesn't know what she wants.

That's not helping anyone, Alice.

People die, Alice.

It's to make way for new life!

So, you've had some time to think things through.

Yes.

We'd like to bury Harry at home.

In our garden.

It's possible, isn't it?

We've googled it. We know it is. Er, yes.

Er, yes, you can bury the deceased at a private residence.

Subject to council approval.

But, er, why?

Harry would have loved the idea.

And this way, he'll be close,

in the place that he loved and...

he'll be with us.

We have a big garden. We can landscape it nicely.

Er, it's quite a decision.

You have to consider how long you might want to live at the property.

Well, forever. My lifetime.

Er, because it could affect the value.

But it increases it, as far as we're concerned.

Er, well, erm, it's not a quick option.

There's a lot of admin.

The council do a land survey, check the water table.

But we've done it before and, er...

..you're still looking at around £3,000.

In our garden?!

It's a funeral, not a state funeral.

Well... getting permission, digging the grave,

the coffin, the hearse, I'm afraid it all adds up.

But it's not about the money. We want to do this.

And we can dig a hole.

Er, you can't, really.

We can.

We have a digger. The deceased was a builder.

And we can get a cardboard coffin from the internet,

which is much more ecological. Yeah.

You can. And, er, I suppose it is.

Yeah. And I'm good at admin.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Yes.

It's OK, isn't it? It's good. Yeah.

It's a good idea.