[ominous music playing]
[Jonathan] They will come to you, too.
Others who were murdered, like Cassandra.
And me.
[eerie music playing]
Dad?
Dad!
♪ ♪
[Jonathan] There will be others.
Others who were murdered.
Like Cassandra.
And me.
[woman screams]
[horns honking]
[Lazarus] Go around!
Go around! Go around!
-It's green, man. -Go around!
Go around!
Just go around!
[dramatic music playing]
You okay?
Sorry.
[driver] Can I help?
No.
My dad… my dad's dead.
Yeah, he's dead.
♪ ♪
[radio announcer] And now, we've just got time for one more
golden oldie before the news.
-[♪ Rumer: "The Windmills Of Your Mind"] -♪ Like a circle in a spiral ♪
♪ Like a wheel within a wheel ♪
♪ Never ending or beginning ♪
♪ On an ever spinning reel ♪
♪ Lovers walk along a shore and leave ♪
♪ Their footprints in the sand ♪
♪ As the images unwind…
I just don't understand why he would do this.
♪ In the windmills ♪
♪ Of your mind ♪♪
[dramatic music playing]
[door opens]
So…
…do I get an explanation?
I, uh…
I was gonna go home.
Yeah. No shit. Why?
Being here is messing with my mind.
Okay.
Right, so to calm that,
you're hanging out with your father's annoyingly vague suicide note.
I've got a theory.
On?
This annoyingly vague suicide note.
Being?
Well, I-I know it's Dad's handwriting,
but when did he ever start a sentence without a capital letter?
[suspenseful music playing]
When he was suicidal.
Punctuation probably wasn't the top of his priority list.
It reads like the end of a sentence, not the start,
so… what if…
there was a page one?
-Police only found this. -Yeah, and who found
the note first, the police or Margot?
-Margot. -Well, what if
she took page one for some reason.
Why would she do that?
I-I have no idea. I don't know. I…
But you said it yourself, this is a ridiculous note
that explains nothing. It's three words
and a weird doodle. This is not the final note
of a man who delved inside people's minds.
♪ ♪
I think you're overtired.
He was reading a book,
The Juniper Bush: The Loss of Innocence by CC Arnold.
And…?
It's a psychological textbook from 1954.
The juniper bush is an analogy. In the Bible,
the infant Jesus and his parents were hidden from Herod's soldiers
by a juniper bush, and it's about innocence and it's about loss.
Sutton?
Laz, you're upsetting me now,
so if you don't mind, I, um…
I am going to make some tea
and bake some cakes.
[tense music playing]
[teenagers chatting indistinctly]
[Warren] Where you going, lad?
[laughter]
Are you scared?
[indistinct chatter]
Hey. Hey!
You.
-What, you want to fight? -What?
He's easy, a weedy kid.
How about someone bigger?
You, go.
The rest of you,
here I am.
Fuck off.
[Lazarus] Fuck off?
[grunts]
Get to school.
-Get in. -I'll walk.
I don't want them to catch you.
They won't because I'm walking at maximum speed.
What if they run?
They won't run. They'd look uncool if they run.
Take care, okay?
That's a meaningless phrase, as my care isn't really the…
issue.
Fair point.
[whirring]
-Coffee? -[Seth] I'm already late.
So another half-hour won't matter.
[sighs]
They'll think I'm hungover again.
-Are you? -Yep,
but I don't want them thinking that, do I?
It's quite important.
[Lazarus] I've been thinking about Dad's suicide.
Something doesn't feel right.
In my experience, it rarely does, for the loved ones.
But his whole philosophy-- professionally speaking--
was "don't let them feel abandoned."
[stammers] He-he genuinely believed that damaged people could be saved.
Who reassures the reassurer?
That's from a Snoopy cartoon.
Look-look, he didn't own a gun, Seth.
-Did you check it for prints? -[sighs]
What-what if someone went in there, like a client say,
and made it look like a suicide?
It's a basic reanimated street gun. It has no traceability.
What about forensics?
Powder residue on his hands? Right, you can tell all this stuff.
Yeah, we can,
but there's a backlog, Laz, and suicides, I'm sorry to say,
but they're not classed as urgent.
Who would want to kill your dad?
First, the Cassandra Rhodes thing, which is 25 years ago.
Did you even read the police files I gave you?
You're looking for connections where there aren't any.
You sure about that?
Sutton and Cassandra and your dad are years apart.
You're abusing our friendship.
So, it's lucky for you I fancy your sister.
[pensive synth music playing]
♪ ♪
[Jonathan] There will be others, son.
They will come to you, too.
[suspenseful music playing]
[sighs]
[ethereal music playing]
[chuckles]
Oh, God…
[groans]
[toilet flushes]
[distant clang echoes]
[elevator gate creaks]
[elevator whirs]
[elevator bell buzzes]
[distant footsteps]
[eerie music playing]
[Cassandra] Hi, Dr Laz.
This is Neil.
Dr Lazarus.
[Cassandra] He was a bit reluctant, but I told him that you'd
suggested it, and that you'd make sure that it wasn't too, um…
"woo-woo."
Yeah, I'm just not used to all this, uh, talking in rooms.
Well… Um…
I'll do my best to make it straightforward.
Have a drink. Can he have a drink?
Mm. Yeah.
-I'm having a drink. -I don't want a drink.
-Just have a drink. -Leave it.
-Neil, just have a drink. -Leave it!
Neil.
Why don't you sit here?
-[drink pours] -[tense music playing]
Cassandra, here.
Perfect.
So…
Couples counselling, yes?
Neil, why don't we start with you. Why do you think you're here?
It was her idea.
To help our relationship.
♪ ♪
Okay. Cassandra, same question.
Well, in our sessions you've always, um, encouraged me to stand up for myself,
and…
well, I've-I've kept a little diary of… of each day--
-Uh? -…and every time that I've--
Can I, um… can I speak?
Please.
I idolise Cassandra,
but sometimes, for her own good, well, she needs--
-Well, it all goes back to her mother. -[scoffs]
Don't sigh, Cassie.
She was brought up by a mother with no boundaries. Tell him.
Well, she would go out to the street, sleep with men for money--
-No, she didn't. -Don't lie to him.
-Well-- -She slept with men for money
to provide for her kids, maybe, but she definitely--
[Cassandra] There, were you?
And they grew up thinking that this was normal.
Would you… describe yourself as someone
who needs to be in control, uh, more generally in life?
I get thoughts in my head about the way the world should be,
and once they're in there, I want the world to be that way.
-One's enough. -See?
I-I said that one is enough.
I want another!
I keep the drinks in a globe.
It helps me remember that outside this room, there's a whole wide world.
Where would you go, if you needed the space?
[rhythmic, suspenseful music playing]
India.
-Why? -Well, to live cheaply,
lose yourself, no one would find you there.
Hmm. You should go.
[Neil] Maybe I will.
-You couldn't leave me. -I could go, but what would you do,
-Cassandra? How would you manage? -Oh, I'd manage.
Probably end up like your mother-- sucking men's dicks for cash.
-Stop saying that. -Well, no wonder you got a stalker.
We have to face the truth. I mean, isn't that part of this room?
We have to accept what we are?
She sucked dicks for cash, and she doesn't want to admit it,
because who wants to think that their mother was a whore?
But that's what she was. Cassandra came from a whore.
And we need to accept that sometimes the apple doesn't fall far from the--
[Cassandra yells]
[gasps]
[panting]
♪ ♪
Jen?
Jen? That statue Mom and Dad bought on their honeymoon?
I'm, uh, with a client.
Hi.
Oh. Sorry.
Uh, remember it, the, uh, cradling mother?
Yes.
Dad had it in his office, but it's not there anymore. Why?
I have no idea.
Now please, Laz?
Right.
Okay.
[slow, mysterious music playing]
[Cassandra] Well, you've always encouraged me to stand up for myself.
Well, I've kept
a little diary of each day and every time.
[Adebago] We were the only people that would buy the place.
It had been left empty for ages.
Apart from all the crap that got left in the attic.
[percussive music playing]
Right. I'm, uh, just going out.
Yeah, still with a client.
Hi. [laughs]
Nine of swords.
Ooh. Be careful.
[sighs]
Is that something to worry about?
No. No, no.
-Okay. -[door closes]
Well…
Oh, you again.
I know. I'm sorry.
You mentioned when you bought the property
that the, uh… the loft hadn't been cleaned out properly?
Correct, but pal, I'm-I'm mid-dinner here, I've got Countdown on.
Cassandra, the woman who lived here before.
Uh, what-what did you do with her stuff?
It's only a couple of boxes.
They're in the loft. Why?
Uh, I think I mentioned last time.
She knew my father, and for sentimental reasons,
I-I'd love to see what she left behind.
[children shouting in distance]
You could be anyone.
You-you come to my door.
You could be a thief, or-or a con man, or--
I'll give you my wallet, and you-you can give it back to me when I leave.
Car keys?
Uh… yeah.
Fine. Come on.
[eerie music playing]
[Lazarus] This statue.
What about it?
Is it Cassandra's?
Yeah, from the loft.
This used to be my father's.
You'll be saying my 65-inch widescreen was your father's next.
It was in his office.
All I know is the wife likes it.
[Adebago clears throat]
[ladder creaking]
[sighs softly]
[grunts softly]
Careful on your way up.
[both sigh]
The stuff you want is just over there.
-Those? -Yeah. Those are them.
[sighs] Oh.
Wh-When we bought this, I thought it could be a games room.
Set my PS up, beer fridge,
but you've got to have it all done properly.
Need to get a floor that's reinforced,
and this partition wall'd have to come down.
God knows why she boxed it off.
But the wife put a kibosh on it.
Said she'd never see me.
I said, "You say that like it's a bad thing."
She boxed it off? Cassandra?
[Adebago] Yeah, tap it.
That side's brick, then all that in the middle is plaster board.
There's something behind here.
-What? -You have to have a look.
-No, we have to look now. -Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[Lazarus grunting]
[Lazarus] We need to look!
Out of the way, you lunatic!
-[scoffs] Out of the way! -[wind whistling]
[Adebago panting]
♪ ♪
There is something back there.
Oh, it's heavy.
[panting]
[yells]
[panting]
-[♪ Sunday Girl: "Where Is My Mind"] -♪ Ah, ah ♪
♪ Ah, ah ♪
♪ With your feet in the air, your head on the ground ♪
[garbled radio transmission]
♪ Try this trick and spin it, yeah ♪
♪ Your head will collapse, but there's nothing in it ♪
♪ And you ask yourself ♪
-[camera shutter clicking] -♪ Where is my mind? ♪
♪ Where is my mind? ♪
-♪ Where is my mind? ♪ -[camera shutter clicking]
♪ Way out in the water ♪
♪ See it swimmin'…
-[indistinct chatter] -[siren whooping]
[van door closing]
Are you okay?
Yeah. A bit shaken.
Why did you come here?
Cassandra was one of Dad's clients.
Been, uh, clearing out his office.
I saw her name on one of the files.
-I was curious. -Yeah?
What if the body is Neil, the boyfriend?
Neil Croft? He disappeared when she was murdered.
But if that was him up there, he… he can't be her killer.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We don't know who the body is yet.
[engine starts]
You understand that we're going to have to take a statement?
[backup alert beeping]
[vehicle doors closing]
[suspenseful music playing]
-[phone ringing] -Yeah?
[indistinct chatter]
[garbled radio transmission]
[distant door closing]
[door opens]
[indistinct chatter]
[door closes]
♪ ♪
Get in the car.
I need the air, Seth.
Get in the fucking car, you fucking fucker!
[engine revving]
How the fuck did you find a dead body?
The question you should be asking is,
how the fuck did the police not find that in 1999?
Why were you there?
Hmm? Hey,
dickhead,
this is my job.
You come back, you start asking all kinds of weird favours, fine.
You're in grief, I make allowances.
But this just got really serious, so you better start talking
or you and me are gonna fall the fuck out.
Okay, I'll tell you the truth.
We might need a drink.
I've spoken with my dad.
[mysterious music playing]
And Cassandra Rhodes.
I know they're dead.
-[scoffs] -Um…
Care to elaborate?
It started with Cassandra.
I-I-I…
I was in my dad's office.
I was exhausted.
I'd laid on his couch, just to…
be in his space and…
my eyes started to close
and then, suddenly…
-[footsteps clacking] -[elevator bell buzzes]
[door opens]
And then in she walks,
Cassandra, like she's there for a session.
This is not a dream?
Not a dream.
Sorry, are you on medication?
Seth.
Okay.
So what does she say?
The, uh… the dead woman?
Well, she doesn't think she's dead.
She thinks she's there for therapy.
She thinks I'm my dad,
and she says…
D-Did you hear me?
I said I've been having those thoughts.
And so you do what?
Because you're not… your father.
I-I kind of played along.
Why?
I don't know. I don't know.
I-I-I thought maybe she could help me understand why my dad took his own life.
Did she?
No, she, uh…
she spoke about a stalker.
And Neil, her boyfriend,
who-who was there today.
[eerie music playing]
[yells]
[shudders]
Okay, so where does your dad come into it?
Last night, I was back in his office,
thinking about his funeral, thinking about Sutton,
all kinds of thoughts.
And I-I hear these…
[footsteps approaching]
I look up.
[clock chimes]
And there he is.
What does he say?
He says…
[Jonathan] There will be others, son.
Others who were murdered.
Like Cassandra.
And me.
Did he say who killed him?
No.
Did you ask?
[tense music playing]
No.
[exhales sharply, chuckles]
I know this all sounds insane,
but how does any of what's happened today make any sense if I'm lying?
I guess there's only one way to find out.
So this is where the… the statue was.
Neil was talking.
Cassandra was-was…
uh, getting angry.
Uh, comments about her mother being a whore.
And, suddenly, she grabs the statue…
-[yells] -She was wearing
the red scarf, the-the one she was murdered with.
So you're saying she killed--
sorry, might have killed--
the man we suspect as her killer.
And this murder that may have happened 25 years ago,
you saw it happen today.
-Laz. -I know how it sounds, Seth.
Right, if a patient started saying these things to me, I'd-I'd be worried.
All right? Outside this room,
I'm a rational man. But in here--
Okay.
[sighs]
All right, let's recreate the circumstances,
the exact circumstances,
in which they appear.
[sighs softly]
Should we close our eyes?
Yeah.
Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[sighs deeply]
-And they just appear? -[stammers]
There's a… sound first.
Always a sound first.
And then, then, then they arrive.
[Seth] Mm-hmm.
[inhales sharply, exhales]
[sighs]
Okay, Laz.
I've got no explanation.
All I know is I can't tell my colleagues
that you saw a man who is probably dead
get attacked by a woman who is definitely dead
in the office of your dead father,
who, by the way,
says he didn't die by suicide
and that we should be looking for his killer.
[sighs]
Going for a piss.
[door closes]
[mysterious music playing]
[Jonathan] You can't tell people you're seeing ghosts, son.
They'll put you in the loony bin.
[glasses clinking]
Seth?!
I know I shouldn't use the term "loony bin," of course.
Not these days. It has derogatory connotations or something.
But then again, nobody knows what to call anything anymore,
especially people my age.
That, the age I was.
How can you be here?
We buried you.
[chuckles softly]
What-What's happening to me, Dad?
Why-why-why am I seeing you?
Why do you think?
I'm not a patient.
Everyone's a patient, son,
in this room or not.
So…
how are you?
Good.
Yeah, good. Apart from seeing dead people.
Oh, yeah.
Tell me about Cassandra.
Well, the last time she was here,
she bashed her boyfriend's head in with a fucking statue.
[scoffs] She did?
Yes.
In this office.
Well, I always encouraged her to…
stand up for herself.
She died a year after Sutton.
Told me somebody was stalking her.
What if there's a connection?
Cassandra. Neil.
They think I'm you.
They walk in here, these-these, uh…
…ghosts. And it's like-- it's like a…
like a re-creation.
Like a time machine.
And all my professional knowledge is telling me this cannot be happening.
It-it must be a trick of my mind, but I'm seeing them.
-And they're right in front of me. -Okay.
Okay. Well, yeah, let's theorise.
These people are speaking…
…in the way they spoke in my sessions.
And this room has heard so many stories,
misery spoken so many times,
it's seeped into the walls,
become part of the very structure that tried to contain it.
[stammers] And-and now, uh, what?
It's-it's coming out of the walls because you're dead?
Perhaps.
You say they think you're me,
but that means they're living in the present.
Their present.
So they aren't ghosts.
Ghosts would know they were dead.
You know you're dead.
But I am the Ghost of Head Shrinking Past,
here to seek revenge.
Damn, where are my chains?
[chuckling]
Dad.
Dad, please.
Sorry.
I don't get out much.
[sighs]
You miss this, don't you?
You and me,
hashing it out.
But you're a psychiatrist.
You know death is final.
That you and I
will never be together again.
And that's hard.
For either of us to accept.
So you're saying…
…I miss you so much I'm manifesting you?
[Lazarus speaking indistinctly in distance]
[mysterious music playing]
Dad, who murdered you?
-I don't know. -Please, Dad, please.
If you didn't die by suicide, then you must know who killed you.
And if someone murdered you,
that means there could be a connection to Sutton's murder.
Please.
My beautiful Sutton.
You said, um…
"it's not over"
in the note.
Is that about Sutton?
Dad?
Dad, is that about Sutton?
Laz.
You okay?
Who you talking to?
Let's get out of here.
[creaking]
[rapid clicking]
[clacking]
[tense music playing]
Baking again?
Yeah.
I've been looking into The Juniper Bush.
It's just a book, Jen. I should never have mentioned it.
No. No, no, no, listen,
in some countries,
it signifies reincarnation.
There's cultures that burn the berries,
and the smoke is part of a kind of ritual purification.
And some think that it helps stimulate contact with other worlds.
And then there's a darker interpretation.
-Being? -That the juniper wood
drives away demonic beings.
Oh, that's bullshit.
No, but he could have placed it there as a message.
Do you think he'd got it into his head that he could be with her again?
It's-it's possible. Anything's possible.
Do you think he-he thought
-that him and Sutton could-- -Jen!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm tired.
I'm going up.
[siren whooping]
[distant siren wailing]
[door closes]
[distant phone ringing]
[Brown] Come in.
[sighs] If forensics formally identify the body as Neil Croft,
I think we should entertain the idea that this could be the murder weapon.
And if she killed him,
then who killed her?
[pulsing, dramatic music playing]
[sighs]
[Lazarus] You said "It's not over" in your note, is that about Sutton?
Dad, is that about Sutton?
♪ ♪
[birds singing]
[doorbell ringing]
[suspenseful music playing]
Hello?
♪ ♪
[gasps]
[panting]
Joel Lazarus?
I'm sorry. I-I-I shouldn't have come inside.
[panting]
I knocked.
[panting]
Do you want some lemonade?
I know what you think of me, or at least, what you thought of me.
My condolences, by the way, for your father.
Thank you.
And, yeah.
For a long time, I thought you murdered my sister.
You weren't the only one.
Strange question to ask, whilst having a lemonade, but…
…did you?
Shall I tell you how I met Sutton?
And she's a lovely girl, by the way, very polite.
She was looking for a dog. Razzles.
Your grandparents' dog?
I helped her search all the gardens and yards.
Eventually, we found him.
She was so happy.
And she brought me that…
toy dog as a thank-you.
The difficulty I had was why you were on our street.
You were seen hanging around on our street the night she died.
"Hanging around." You see?
Newspaper language.
"The weirdo," "the recluse."
Anyone a little different, and they don't like it.
You did have a previous complaint against you,
for stealing underwear from a girl's house,
so it wasn't exactly unfounded.
Have you never done anything irrational?
I was young.
So why were you there?
Joel.
I was in my 20s,
still a virgin,
and I had a crush on the woman from number five.
I wasn't a confident boy,
but I'd overheard her in the post office earlier saying
that she was going out that night, so I was…
trying to manufacture a way to speak to her.
Had this idea that I'd point out a problem with her car,
a problem that I'd… created.
Trouble was, I wasn't exactly sure when she'd be going out.
Right.
Obviously, I'd seen you all heading out to the prom earlier.
I told this to the police.
I also told them that later on I saw Billy MacIntyre arrive back at your house
in his car, and your sister climb into it.
Billy?
Seemed unhappy with her.
Had quite a fierce argument.
[arguing inaudibly]
And Billy yelled in her face,
then sped away like a rally driver.
So what did you do after you saw that?
Nothing.
It was a tiny event in my evening.
I assumed what anyone would assume--
boyfriend/girlfriend tiff.
And went home?
Mm.
Rather than wait for the woman at number five?
You entered my house without permission.
Did I call the police?
No.
I offered you lemonade and answered your questions.
So if you want to interrogate me like it's 1998 again…
…suggest you leave.
[tense music playing]
I'd like to take Sutton's teddy.
I'll get it for you.
Should've moved away.
But that would've looked like guilt.
I thought it would die down.
Billy MacIntyre never missed a chance to drag my name through the mud.
And the police had my card marked from day one.
Every time someone gets mugged, groped,
guess who they come questioning.
There's still rumours.
Online, not a scrap of evidence, but they don't care.
Can you imagine how it feels…
…to have people look at you with suspicion…
…even now?
[sombre music playing]
[door closes]
[line ringing]
[Seth] Yo. What's going on?
Random question.
Do you still speak to Billy MacIntyre?
Wow.
Where did that come from?
Have you seen him in a vision?
He was at your dad's funeral but left pretty sharpish.
Do you still have his number?
Probably.
Unless he's changed it.
Suppose I could ask Margot.
Yeah, his mum will definitely have it, but…
I mean, what you gonna do, just call him up out of the blue?
Why not?
I reconnected with Bella. Why not Billy?
Well, let me think.
Because Billy was a bellend.
Yeah, fair point.
But if I stopped speaking to bellends, I wouldn't be talking to…
[line disconnects]
Very good.
[inhales deeply]
-[knocking] -Yeah. [clears throat]
Cheers.
[mysterious music playing]
[creaking]
[tense music playing]
[footsteps clacking]
♪ ♪
Sutton?
Hi, Dad.
[atmospheric music playing]
♪ ♪ eric music playing]