"Tom Parfitt was the only person in the room when a woman fell out of the window." "You were the first person through the door." "Anything he said to you Hannah counts as important." "There was something missing." "I could never find it." "There's something I should have showed you," "It's something of Tom's." "It's a photograph of him when he was a little boy." "Who's the other one?" "* Remember me to a bonny lass there... *" "You brought it away in your heart." "Now you can never take it back." "Look, an Indian lady." "Mum?" "I don't know how you think I'm going to get to the supermarket," "~ if you've got my car." "~ You're going to the supermarket?" "What, like that's a first?" "Right, hold my hand while we cross the road." "~ Come on lads, chop, chop!" "~ Get off me!" "You stop in school today, Sean!" "Hannah?" "Surprised to see you here." "Thought you'd flown the nest." "Oh, it's a change of plan." "Severe blunt object trauma to the skull, consistent with falling on to a stone floor." "And a degree of pulmonary oedema." "Water on the lung?" "Is that strange?" "No." "Most likely caused by the right ventricular failure." "So, did she die from the heart attack, or the fall?" "Ah." "Impossible to say." "'Remember me to a bonny lass..." "'For once she was...'" "Nicked me bloody clothes, the old bugger!" "Right out of me bloody locker!" "But I brought him clothes last night." "We told the police, we phoned the care home." "It's out of our hands now." "You've lost a frail elderly patient who was brought in on a trolley" "~ and it's out of your hands?" "!" "~ We don't lock people in." "And can I remind you, visiting doesn't start till two." "Are you for real?" "999 control should have called me straightaway." "Why would they?" "You haven't even got a file up and running yet." "I'm just saying, boss, it's pretty bloody infuriating when the investigating officer is the last person to know" "~ when his main witness legs it." "~ My God." "We've found you something to do, he's interested(!" ")" "I should get promoted!" "Come back when you've got something useful to tell me." "Until I can find my witness..." "How hard can it be to find an old fart in a yellow cardie?" "I barely even know what he bloody looks like!" "Bugger off, will you?" "No-one knows where he is and no-one's even looking." "Poor old lad could be dead in a ditch by now, for all anyone is bothered." "He can't get far in his pyjamas." "He's not in his pyjamas, Shirley!" "You just worked a double shift?" "I don't even think that's legal." "I know you're tired, we're all tired, it's hard when there's Health and Safety getting under everyone's feet." "Not Health and Safety pushed Alison out that window, was it?" "Nobody pushed her!" "All night, that were going off." "~ All night." "~ Did you check it out?" "I wouldn't go in there again if you paid me." "~ I DO pay you, remember?" "~ You know what?" "Sod your job." "And sod you!" "I'm going home!" "Shirley?" "I can't..." "I can't do this no more!" "Tom can't have pushed her!" "He's not capable." "I never said it was him." "It's not too chilly out here for you?" "What can you see, Nancy?" "There's never a peep out of you, is there?" "Bit of peace and quiet." "Do you fancy a snooze?" "I don't know if there's anything good on the telly." "He hasn't changed a bit, you know." "Who hasn't?" "'Remember me to the bonny lass there.'" "'Remember me to the bonny lass.'" "* Where are you going?" "To Scarborough Fair?" "* Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme" "* Remember me to the bonny lass there" "* For once she was... *" "~ Now then. ~ Have you looked for him in Scarborough." "~ He's been in touch?" "~ No." "He's got a thing about it." "Songs, he's got hundreds of them in his piano stool." "Songs about Scarborough." "Right, I'll bear that in mind." "You need to go there, now, cos that's where he is!" "You've known him for what?" "One day?" "Why are you so bothered about him now?" "I'm scared of him." "No, I'm scared FOR him." "I don't mind you thinking I'm an idiot, Rob, can you just try a bit harder to hide it?" "!" "Over here." "~ Mrs Salim?" "~ No need for that." "I can spot one of you a mile off." "Come on." "I don't know, maybe a street party, Christmas..." "You ever take photographs of your neighbours?" "OK, what about any paperwork?" "Did you ever see and address book, mobile phone bill?" "Mobile phone?" "Joking!" "Heard him talking to himself, like." "Bank details..." "It was always me did his banking for him, lately." "So, you know his account number?" "I always got it out in cash for him." "He wouldn't have a credit card or a hole in the wall." "?" "5,000!" "Yeah, day before yesterday." "Should have realised he was planning something." "Can you let me have the key?" "Souvenir from the seaside?" "He wasn't one for taking holidays." "Poor lad." "He's only been gone a day and already it looks like nobody's been in here for years." "Some paperwork in here." "You ever meet any of his family?" "Never." "He never talked about any of them." "India." "He never said owt about that." "What's in there?" "I don't know, I never set foot in this house till yesterday." "Kept himself to himself, you know?" "There's your villain." "That's an old nursing chair." "If he had invited me in, I think I would have made an excuse." "~ Why?" "~ I don't like empty houses." "'Remember me to the bonny lass there." "'Remember me to the bonny lass there." "'For once she was 'a true lover of mine.'" "Did Sean really paint this?" "~ He's doing fine. ~ He's ten." "He only gets to school when I make sure he does." "And so you gave up your university place?" "~ Does your mum know that's why?" "~ Maybe I'll go next year." "Anyway, that's not why I came to see you." "You're the only person I could think of who might know what this means." "* Are You Going To Scarborough Fair?" "* Simon and Garfunkel!" "No, but this is a different tune." "This one comes from a Mr Richard Hutton, of Goathland, dated 1913." "This old man I know, Tom, he's got hundreds of different Scarborough Fairs in his house." "Could easily be hundreds of versions out there." "It's one of the oldest folk songs." "There's never a definitive version." "Why though?" "What's he looking for?" "You can't just ask him?" "It's complicated." "He doesn't even know that I've took this." "Look, she's to sew him a shirt, without any needlework." "Wash it in a well without any water." "Impossible tasks." "One impossible task after another, it never ends." "Maybe that's the reason he collected so many." "He's trying to find one with an ending?" ""Mrs Dorothea Parfitt..."" "What do you think you're doing taking your little brother" "~ into that house?" "~ What?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "And don't you dare lie to me." "Sea shells?" "I can do better than that." "Oh, these are beneath you?" "So what else did you take?" "Nothing!" "We didn't take nothing." "We just looked round." "~ The lady... ~ Shut up!" "~ Right, you're grounded." "In your dreams." "Sorry." "Sorry, Mum." "Hi, yeah, Rob Fairholme again." "You know that misper briefing?" "Can you add Scarborough Police to the circulation list, please?" "~ You'll think I've lost me marbles." "~ No, I won't." "Something made me look up, I don't know what it was, but I looked up and Alison was there." "Hands up against the window." "Like she was trying to get out." "Pressed up against the window." "And there was someone in the window with her." "Not behind her, or beside her." "I don't know, it's not possible, right?" "With someone standing in the same place?" "Not Tom." "No!" "A woman." "Black hair, red dress, dark red." "Bare brown arms, bangles on them." "Dripping wet." "You've seen her, too." "DRIPPING" "I must have left that on." "Sorry." "She wants that old man." "Hannah, don't you help her find him." "Mum?" "Mum?" "I got the milk." "Mum?" "Should have got these in months ago." "Silly cow, silly bloody cow." "I can't let them go to waste." "It's criminal!" "Hey." "She's all right, my mum." "~ Honest, she is. ~ Who the fuck is this you've brought home?" "~ Get out of my house!" "~ Mrs Ward..." "I don't want his sort interfering again." "It's all right, Mum." "It's just to do with that accident at work." "It's all right, really." "Oh, I must look a sight..." "Come here..." "Got something to show you." "~ Tom had a wife?" "~ Very briefly." "Dorothea." "What happened to her?" "She died." "A long time ago." "A couple of weeks after their wedding, there was an accident in Tom's house." "That's so sad." "See the picture credit?" "The studio..." "Scarborough!" "Is that where they went on their honeymoon?" "Place may have special memories for him." "That was a good instinct, Hannah." "I've extended the search to the east coast." "Why's your mum scared of policemen?" "Why don't you just look us up in your files?" "I've been looking things up in files all day." "My eyes are jumping." "My dad died." "I know, you're sorry, it's OK." "I don't need to talk about it." "He crashed his car, and she went off the rails." "Nothing terrible, she wasn't violent." "Just we didn't get fed, much, and we smelt, and they started making noise about taking us into care, so..." "So you took over." "~ How old were you?" "~ 13." "Will you stay for some supper with us?" "~ How about a glass of wine?" "~ No, no, thanks." "We can't send you out into the night without" "~ a bit of something inside you." "~ I'll see him out, Mum." "~ I never had you down as shy." "~ Come on then." "Where are we going?" "You're going to get your friend, Shirley, to tell me what I'm willing to bet she's already told you." "She doesn't want to." "Anyway, she's got nothing to say to you." "Nothing important." "~ You think Tom Parfitt needs our help?" "~ Yeah, of course!" "~ You want to find him?" "~ More than anything." "Then let me be the judge of what's important." "It's me." "He won't laugh, I promise." "Shirley." "Please, help us." "Fuss about nothing." "It's a plumber I need, not a policeman." "Don't get your hopes up, for I've nowt to say, really." "Any detail, even if it seems unimportant to you..." "That drip's stopped now." "I thought I saw something, but I couldn't have, cos we haven't got anybody like that on the staff." "Anybody...?" "Anybody Asian." "So, I can see now it was just my imagination." "Right." "Early night!" "You, too." "~ She's just a child." "~ You try telling her that." "I told her, don't go looking for that old man." "And you, don't let her out of your sight!" "She didn't want to tell you cos she thinks everyone will point the finger at her and think she's mad." "Cos she thinks that woman that she saw is a ghost." "OK, you can laugh like a dick." "I've got previous for laughing when it's not funny, remember?" "Erm, did Tom's neighbour come to visit on the day he was admitted?" "I don't want you to go after Roshana, OK?" "~ Because she's actually really nice." "~ She's not a ghost." "Don't laugh at me." "I don't do ghosts either." "But there's something wrong and I can't explain it and you're not helping." "You need to back off now, Hannah." "Get some sleep." "Think about something else." "I can't!" "Shirley told me the same, but I can't stop thinking about it, dreaming about it." "I can't stop and I don't know why." "She must have imagined it." "I mean, no-one else saw this mystery woman, who's apparently Asian, so she'd have stuck out like a sore thumb in that place." "There's this neighbour though, isn't there?" "Doing the old lad's banking." "Asian, yes, but the witness described bare arms, loose hair." "~ Roshana Salim is a good Muslim girl." "~ Well, prove it then." "Anyway, it's good to see you getting stuck in again, Rob." "That obvious, was it?" "Short of wearing a T-shirt with," ""What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted?" printed all over it..." "In blood, yeah, OK." "What are you doing?" "Making cupcakes!" "It's what mothers do, isn't it?" "Make cupcakes?" "In perfect mother world." "The kind of perfect mother world" "I expect your nice Detective Sergeant favours." "~ He's much too old for you, by the way. ~ Mum!" "No, he's OK, just put him down for his nap." "~ Could do with a nap myself!" "~ Tell me about it." "~ Got something big on?" "~ Not big, exactly." "Just weird." "I like weird." "Do you believe in ghosts, Lucy?" "Dad?" "You OK?" "No, you're too young." "You've never upset anyone enough to make them want to haunt you." "OK, here's the thing, I like weird, except when it's my dad." "How's your mum?" "Yeah, she's fine, you know, the same." "Well, she's..." "They're getting married, actually." "I did say she ought to tell you." "Dad?" "Dad, are you sure you're all right?" "Never better." "Mummy!" "Mum!" "Mum!" "All right." "You OK?" "Have you had a bad dream?" "Everything is all right." "Come on then." "Go back so sleep, yeah?" "Here you are..." "Come on, put your head down." "What's this?" "It's the lady in Tom's house." "She wants him back." "* Where were you going?" "To Scarborough Fair..." "* Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme... *" "* Remember me to a bonny lass there..." "* For once she was... *" "Great work, tidy boy." "Don't spend it all at once." "Now get your coat." "Where are we going?" "With it being Saturday, how about the seaside?" "Yes!" "I would have come to see you." "~ Needed to get out of the house." "~ Come on through." "There you go." "Sit yourself down." "Thanks." "I got these..." "They're from Tom's house." "Trust me." "My boys have had the biggest piece of my mind." "I just thought, you know, they might be useful." "And these three envelopes here." "They looked important." "Did you go to Millthorpe Lodge at all on the day Tom was admitted?" "He'd just told me he never wanted to see me again." "Did Tom ever sign over a formal power of attorney to you, Roshana, you know, giving you permission to access his bank accounts?" "No." "I were just being neighbourly." "~ The poor lad was all alone in the world. ~ Was he, really?" "How many times do I have to tell you?" "I never saw a living soul." "You have a key." "Why didn't you just put all this stuff in Tom's house yourself?" "Why come across town to give me an old photograph?" "~ I don't like empty houses. ~ You've lived opposite him for what?" "15 years, and you never went in his house?" "Come on." "Why?" "But if we get out here, we can go to the beach." "~ In a minute. ~ Aw..." "Something else to do first." "Scarborough Fair..." "Scarborough Fair." "Bridlington, cloudy." "Oh, it's a weather forecast." "~ Dumbo!" "~ All right!" "Scarborough." "Dorothea." "Parfitt." "Hutton." "Hutton." "Her maiden name was Hutton." "Like the singer from Goathland." "Look again." "Parfitt, Tom Parfitt." "Are you saying he's checked out or he were never here?" "I'm saying it's none of your business." "Now can we go to the beach?" "Scarborough Fair!" "~ It's all shut up. ~ Yeah." "~ There might be donkeys on the beach. ~ Not in winter." "Sandcastles!" "Come on." "Me dad made like a proper moat and filled it up with water." "Yeah, but I think he had a bigger spade." "~ Big blue one, remember?" "~ Me mum put it on the skip." "Course she did." "Do you know, I'd forgotten that." "~ And you cried your eyes out!" "~ I were only little!" "Why DID she do that, Hannah?" "Why did she get rid of all his stuff?" "Yeah." "I think she were angry at him for leaving her alone." "She had us though." "It's not the same thing." "Right, do you remember where Dad took us after he filled the moat?" "~ Chip shop. ~ Race you!" "There you go." "Hello." "~ I was trying to get hold of Shirley Padfield. ~ 'And you are?" "'" "What's going on?" "Have we got to keep looking for him?" "Well, we haven't found him." "Here's your pound back that you gave me." "Wasn't you who cleaned your room, then." "I thought it must have been me mum." "Cos there's no such thing as ghosts, right?" "Cos if there was ghosts, me dad would have come back to see us." "Hanky?" "Ugh!" "Bogies!" "That's disgusting." "You can keep that!" "Happy Birthday, Tom." "Happy 110th." "Be careful." "Don't go too close, Sean!" "~ Let's go to the rock pools." "~ We really need to be getting home." "~ Ice cream!" "~ Oh, all right." "I was about to close, but..." "What's the most disgusting ice cream you've got?" "Spoiled for choice there!" "Right." "Let's see." "We have pistachio, Neapolitan, rum and raisin, banana..." "Why don't you run outside and I'll bring it for you?" "Hannah!" "Hannah!" "* Shall be again... again... *" "* true lover... *" "'Don't make me go to...'" "* Where are you going to..." "* We're going to" "* Scarborough... *" "* Remember me We're going to Scarborough Fair" "* To a bonny lass there" "* Ooh..." "* For once she was" "* A true lover..." "* To one who lives there" "* A true lover... of mine... *" "* Shall be again... be again * true lover... *" "No getting shot of you, is there?" "Tom?" "Thank God!" "The police are looking everywhere for you." "Well, they can look all they like." "It's a free country." "Is that him?" "Take a picture!" "Quick!" "~ Who's this?" "~ Quick!" "Manners!" "Yeah, we've found him." "Why did you have to bring her here?" "I didn't..." "I didn't bring her here." "Not on purpose." "You found the song." "She knew you'd find me." "~ Who is she?" "~ Isha." "No." "No." "Don't go to her." "She won't hurt me." "She loves me." "No, Tom." "Please, come back." "You don't have to go to her." "No, Tom." "Please, don't go." "Tom, don't!" "Don't, Isha!" "My photo!" "It's gone weird!" "Oh, my God!" "We're leaving!" "Come on!" "* Where are you going?" "* To Scarborough Fair?" "* Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme" "* Remember me to a bonny lass there" "* For once she was a true lover of mine. *"