Previously, on Liar...
Laura's sat-nav. This is the last address she entered,
right before Earlham died.
Carl tells me there was some guy helping Andrew,
and then you go and do this!
- I was trying to help. - All you've done is make it worse.
You're the only one I've got.
Look, after all we've been through,
everything I've done for you...
There's no-one else I can trust.
There's no-one else who understands.
Before Mary killed herself, I slept with Andrew.
But he said it was my idea.
He recorded the awful things he did,
so he could watch his victims over and over again.
Hi.
My God. Get SOCO here now.
We will have the, er, yes, the Montepulciano. Good year.
- Very good. - Thanks.
You know about wine, then?
No idea whatsoever.
But I guarantee you say "good year"
to any waiter and they'll nod.
I mean, I don't think people really have a clue, do they?
Unless you do know about wine?
Well, my dad used to own a vineyard, so...
- Oh, shit. - I'm joking.
You should've seen your face.
Speaking of faces... Can I just say, you look beautiful.
"Speaking of faces"? Oh, God, I'm bad at this.
No, you're not.
And thanks.
It's been a while, you see.
Been so busy raising Luke that I haven't really had a chance
to date much.
I mean, since my wife.
Oh, God. This is how out of practice I am.
Great first date chat, eh?
Talking about my late wife.
Ah, it's fine, honestly. Must have been hard.
Yeah. Well, it was eight years ago now, and...
yeah, still there. But, er, life goes on, eh?
She was everything to me.
_
Lie down, would you? Don't move.
- You want it the same? - Don't talk.
Morning. Missed you last night.
- Had to work late. - You OK?
There's a florist stall opened up right outside the hospital.
They've got these unbelievable displays.
Explosions of colour and life. Right out of a magazine.
People keep stopping, staring at them.
Seems to make them very happy.
Puts a spring in their step.
And I just walk past.
Just leaves me numb.
No rest for the wicked.
So nice.
Morning.
Morning. Hello.
- Ah, Mrs Jones, how are you? - She's doing well.
Oh, shit!
Everything all right, mate?
I'm trying to cancel all my bank cards.
I've been on hold forever, and I've got rounds in...
ten minutes ago. Christ!
Hey, hey, hey. What's going on?
I'm sorry, you're busy.
You've been so kind to me already. This really isn't...
No, no, no, not at all. So, tell me.
I went home with a guy last night. Met him at a bar.
I left in a rush this morning, and my jacket's still there.
With my wallet in it,
all of my cards, my keys, my sister's keys.
I'm supposed to feed her bloody cat.
She's away until God knows when.
- I don't know what I'm... - OK, OK, OK, OK. Slow down.
Er, so this guy...
You know where he lives?
But you don't wanna go back there?
I can't.
Why? What happened?
I was drunk, I-I was...
He invited me in, and...
I-I-I can barely even remember.
I just woke up with this feeling, this...
Just didn't want to...
I didn't wanna do that.
I feel sick, to be honest.
Oh, my head's spinning like...
Is there a chance your drink was spiked?
Are you saying he drugged me?
Well, I don't know.
Look, if we took a quick blood test, we'll know for sure.
I should get to work. It'll take a second...
- I said I need to get to work. - All right. Er, Dylan?
At least allow me to get your jacket back.
No. I can't ask you to do that.
Well, you didn't. I'm offering. I'll go after shift.
Now, where does this bastard live?
Hello.
You took a guy back here with you last night, Dylan?
He works with me.
He left his jacket, and I'd like it back.
Andy, right?
Andrew. I...
We were at uni together. You were a few years below.
Andy Earlham?
- Oliver, right? - Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, I remember.
Small world, Andy.
Look, I'm just here to get the jacket.
- And it's Andrew, by the way. - OK. Sure, wait here.
You seem angry, Andy.
What's with the attitude?
Like you don't know. Enlighten me.
Dylan said you've been taking advantage.
- Is that what he told you? - Did you put something in his drink?
I'm not entirely sure that's any of your business, Andy.
Why are you so interested anyway?
Let go before I do something I regret.
Give him my regards.
Hey. New jacket?
- Ah, long story. Long day. - Whisky?
- Double. Times two. - Hmm. That bad, eh, cowboy?
- Catherine... - Mm-hm?
Another one, please?
Another one here.
So did Mary tell you about the place we've found for the pop-up?
Hey. Everything all right?
It's not like you to stay out on your own, drinking.
You don't really know me, though, do you, Catherine?
No, I'm being serious. You OK?
Marriage is hard work. That's what they say, isn't it?
I don't get that, though.
Work's supposed to be hard work, that's why it's called work.
But marriage...
supposed to be... easy.
- Bliss. - Ah, I wouldn't know.
Could've done, though.
You're not still sore about that?
That was a long time ago.
It's just not often I'm rejected by a woman.
I still would, you know.
It's funny, though, isn't it?
All your life, you strive for things.
Pass the test, get a job, meet someone, marry them.
Lock it all down, and then...
..that's it.
No more surprises.
You're drunk.
Go home...
to your wife.
No more surprises.
'Hello?' Sorry, Liam.
A mate of Tom's called me from the station.
He said they've got new evidence on Laura, and...
it's very bloody real.
Katy, look, I don't get it. What is going on?
'She's lying. That's what they're saying.'
That she did it.
Look, you, er, you don't think that
what they're saying might be...?
What?
I-I don't know, OK? I just think that...
Well, we have to consider it, no? It's possible.
'Look what happened with your Dad.'
What are you talking about? That was completely different.
Yeah, I know, I know. But you said it yourself, OK,
she will do what whatever it takes, won't she, to get things done?
'UK airports are set to be held at a standstill today, after...'
- _ - Afternoon, love.
You seen this?
- The ash cloud. - '..meaning air travel could be too dangerous...'
- No flights, they're saying. - 'The ash cloud is looking much...'
- Ugh, it's very loud. - What?
I said it's loud.
Oh, a bit sensitive this morning, are we?
Hmm, a little bit.
Ah, the perils of being hungover in your dad's house.
potentially leaving thousands of...'
I'll be off again soon.
Just a few more weeks. I know it's a pain.
Oh, it's not that I don't like having you here, love.
If I had my way, I'd lock you in the tower like Rapunzel
and never let you leave.
OK, this is getting weird.
It's just that, well, it'd be nice for you to settle down, get a job.
I have a job.
Tutoring so you can go travelling again does not count.
Dad, I'm 28, I'm old enough to make my own decisions.
Aha-ha! Drawback number two to living with your dad -
impromptu lectures of life choices cannot be avoided.
Well, I'm going to drink this outside, where you can't get me.
Oh, well played.
How many people are coming for lunch?
Only four. But they're very demanding.
Try not to burn the house down, Dad!
Are you gonna turn it off?
Oh, God.
Dad!
Dad? Dad!
Hey. Hey, it's me.
Hi. Er, yes, I-I need, I need an ambulance.
There we go. Is that better? That's better.
You don't have to wait.
Who'd miss the glamour of A&E on a Saturday night?
Hi. Mr Nielson?
I've got your test results.
'So I have been sent your file.
'I believe you have been through radiotherapy
'and then chemotherapy. Two courses now?'
Yeah, and the bastard tumour in my head's having none of it.
'Yes, yes. I can see from the last scan
'the size is smaller, but not a significant amount.
'And the position...
'The location of your tumour is very close to important centres
'like language and cognition, so surgery's impossible, I'm afraid.'
- I know. - But you can treat it?
'I can try, Miss Nielson.
'What we do here is still experimental.
'We are trialling cellular therapies,
'using your own body's cells to fight this tumour.
Every patient is different, of course, and you should know
'we have no data on this application
with a glioblastoma like yours.'
So what are my chances?
'We prefer not to make guesses about such things.
'As I say, every patient is different.'
Statistically, you must know.
'We have had good responses. Encouraging.
'We have improved survival
'from an average of 12 months on diagnosis to 15.
- 'Erm...' - As you say, there, there's no hard and fast answers
until you can make your own assessment of my dad?
'Yes, absolutely. Of course.
'The treatment takes six weeks,
'and it would require you to come to Stockholm.'
- I've never been. - 'It's beautiful.
'So, before you send all the paperwork,
'I can talk to you about the process and the funding.'
Ah, Laura, love. I, I can take it from here.
- OK, thanks. - Thanks.
It's expensive.
Blood tests,
hospital stay,
- flights. - So?
And, er, work. You know, I-I told the office...
So?
OK, then.
Brilliant. Brilliant.
'Hello, this is Henry Nielson...'
He's still not picking up?
- No. - '..so please leave a message.'
You know what he's like. He's probably just lost track of time.
You think he's been walking for five hours
the day we're supposed to fly to Stockholm?
I don't know...
All he said was that he...
..needed time to think.
Ah! Found me.
I love you, Dad, but you're very predictable.
So what's going on?
What is it about the water,
do you think, that draws people to it?
I blame you. Taking us out all the time when we were kids.
Even when it was chucking it down.
- That rowing boat in Norfolk. - Ah, Christ!
I tried not to think about it.
I know it's scary, Dad.
But I'll be there. Katy, the second week.
I'm not scared any more, love.
I used to be, but not now.
I'm done.
Don't say that.
Six weeks in some strange country.
The things I'll be putting my body through, the...
I want you to live.
I have lived.
Pretty bloody well, for the most part.
1993 was a bit shit.
If you won't fight for yourself, do it for me.
Do it for Katy. Please, Dad?
It's time, love.
Here it is.
My guilty secret.
What?
You know, my mother gave me this.
Shortly before she passed.
I put it in my pocket, and I never took it out.
And things didn't work out too badly.
Now...
..maybe it was because of this.
Or maybe not. But I would like you to have it.
Just in case.
The doctors said it might get a bit rocky.
So they gave me a leaflet on palliative care.
No, it's not exactly bedtime reading, but it, it got me thinking.
If I have a stroke
or if this gets bigger,
and I'm not me any more...
If I can't, promise me you'll help me go quietly.
You can't ask me that, Dad.
I can't go that way.
I can't go lying in some hospital bed,
breathing through a ventilator with my mind gone to hell.
Promise me you'll think about it.
God! Ha, I need a bloody drink.
Amen to that.
I'm serious, you don't wanna see it.
Last time I was in a club,
people thought I was having a stroke, it was that bad.
How about the macarena? You must know the macarena.
- No. - What?!
Well, you can teach me.
OK.
Come on, come in.
No, I've, er, I've got work tomorrow. Plus, erm...
- Plus what? - I dunno, I...
Let's just take things slowly, yeah?
I'm not into just... you know?
- I can do that. - I'll see you tomorrow, then.
Does that sound slow?
What can I say? I'm keen.
OK, but just a couple of drinks, yeah?
Scout's honour.
Night. See you tomorrow.
'This is it.'
- 'Oh! It's nice!' - 'Yeah?'
'Yeah, it's great.'
- 'Let me take your coat.' - 'Oh.'
'OK, you are so pretty.'
'Sit down. Do you want a drink?'
'Yeah, please, that'd be, that'd be great. Got a lot of books.'
'Yeah, I know, and I've got loads of, erm,
'travel books and stuff like that, you know?'
- 'Ice? You got ice?' - 'Yeah, I've got ice. Don't worry.'
'Errr, you have that, that's stronger.'
'Here, let me put some music on.
'Cheers, to a great time.'
You OK?
Just forget about it.
What is it?
- Put your clothes on. - What?
Am I doing it wrong?
No.
Just don't believe you.
Andy, what are you doing here?
Maybe it's best if I show you.
What the hell is that?
There's one other there. There's one there. They're everywhere.
What do you want?
I wanna talk.
Most people would've called the police.
This fascinates you.
You really think you can just do what you want?
That's not what you wanna ask me.
You put those cameras up there because you want to know...
You want to know how it feels.
Don't stand there staring at me.
Either talk or piss off and tell the police.
There we go.
I've thought about it.
So you think about it.
The control excites you. You think about it, you want it.
So what's stopping you?
You want to know how to do it and get away with it.
You get rid of that recording...
..I give you this.
Fair exchange.
No. I'm not like you. I'm married. I have a son.
Andrew, you're lying to yourself.
You don't have to hide any more.
Do you want me to send you the scans once I have them, Mr Earlham?
Mr Earlham?
Wonderful idea, yes. I think ward eight.
_
- What? - I'm sorry about the other night.
Rambling on, I was...
I'm sorry. Let me buy you a drink?
No. There's no need, really.
Oh, go on, just one drink. It'll help the shift go faster.
One drink.
Great.
A date, though. With Tom? It's...
- Don't say "weird" again. - But it is!
It's only weird if you make it weird.
Anyway, I'm supposed to be travelling the world, remember?
Oh, yeah.
Haven't you already done that, like, twice?
Who's that? Hello?
Excuse me, we're looking for Henry Nielson.
Dad? Hey.
Hey, it's me.
Me and Katy are here.
The tumour was pressing on several blood vessels,
and one of them started leaking.
Now, we've managed the bleeding
and the seizures with medication,
we've got the blood pressure back under control,
his breathing is good.
So he'll get better?
There's been bleeding on the left side on the brain.
It's affecting his speech and understanding.
It's unlikely he's going to talk again.
Patients in this position...
don't often wake up again.
Can he understand us?
He can, but he can't communicate.
- How long? - Excuse me?
How long has he got?
I'm sorry, I can't give you a precise answer.
But you have an idea?
His breathing is fine.
He's maintaining his blood pressure. It's...
It could be months.
Years, even.
- I'm sorry. - Thank you.
- I thought he'd have longer. - He does.
You heard the doctor. Years.
Lying there, unable to do anything, unable to move.
It's everything he didn't want.
We can't.
I promised him, Katy.
No. No, you promised you'd think about it.
But what if he knows what's happening to him?
What if he's in pain, and he just can't tell us?
Laura, stop! Please.
He's our dad. If he's suffering...
Tell me what to get.
- You're the doctor. Just tell me, and I'll... - No.
I can't let you.
I'll do it.
Hey.
Do you want me to come in with you?
No. No, erm...
..I won't be long.
Hey! Hey, hey, hey. It's OK.
It's OK.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't do it.
It's OK. Shhh, it's OK.
Sorry.
Hey.
Listen, Dad.
Listen to the water...
lapping against the shore.
Listen to the laughter coming
from that child as he runs past.
The clink of glasses.
People in the pub getting another round in...
..enjoying the sun on their faces.
And the view.
My God, Dad, the view.
The sea stretches as far as
you can imagine in either direction.
"Reminds us how small we are."
That's what you used to say, isn't it?
How small we are...
..and how lucky we are.
Listen to the water, Dad.
I love you.
You have got to be kidding me.
Laura Nielson, we are arresting you for the murder of Andrew Earlham.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned
something which you later rely on in court.
- This is bullshit. - We found it, Laura.
Found what? Found what?!
Found what?!
But it takes a while, though, doesn't it?
I mean, to figure a person out.
I mean, some people you've known for years,
and then they do something, and you think,
"Huh, never expected them to do that."
Well, people surprise themselves sometimes.
But then, wouldn't life be boring
if everyone behaved predictably?
God, yes.
I mean, do you ever really know a person?
I hope so.
Yeah.
Me too.
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