[somber piano music] Sorry.

Do take a seat.

Thanks.

Yes, I'm sorry to have to tell you, but Milena died in a car crash.

Oh, my God.

No one told you?

I was away traveling.

Were you close friend of Milena's?

No.

Well, you know, sort of.

-I didn't see her that often.

-Figures.

She didn't have many female friends.

Beth.

I was her friend.

We were great friends.

She was with a man when she died.

He was married apparently.

Pity the poor wife.

-[intense ambient music] -[brakes squealing] Did you know him, the man she died with?

None of us had ever heard of him, the loser.

Beth.

He was younger than her apparently, in his 30s.

[Beth] How do you take it?

Sorry.

Milk, no sugar.

Thanks.

How does she know him?

Probably some online loser.

Milena didn't need to do online dating.

She had no trouble attracting men.

-Oh!

-Bollocksy bollocks!

-Give me strength!

-[Beth] I'll clean it up!

Bloody hell.

She's my goddaughter.

Oh, the condolence cards I need to reply to on top of everything else.

I need a drink.

You probably need one too after that news.

Would you like to join me?

It's all just such a terrible shock.

Hugo rung us with the news.

He works with David, my husband.

Oh, you know Hugo, of course, Milena's husband.

I only met him a couple of times.

-Oh, no, thanks.

-Oh.

I drink too much.

You've got a lot on your plate.

You just lost a good friend.

We'd fallen out actually, Milena and me, not long before she died.

Why?

I'm sorry, I really don't know you well enough.

I didn't mean to pry.

I need to get back.

I'd really like to talk some more.

I'm sorry to have been the bearer of such bad news.

It's nice to meet you.

[people chattering] -[car horn honking] -Frances, wait.

Do you need some help going through Milena's stuff?

-What?

-I don't want to be rude, but you look like he could do with some help and I'm an office manager.

Well, I was before I went traveling.

It's fine.

Thank you, I'll manage.

No, but Milena said she might be able to help 'cause I want to get into PR events, party planning.

I hope you don't think I'm being inappropriate.

I'm not even asking for money.

I just-- I want to do this for Milena.

Look, I'm sorry, but I don't.

I mean, why would you do that?

I had a really awful breakup with someone and she was there for me.

She cared much more than she ever let on.

You know what, Gwen?

I think you just might be the answer to my prayers.

[Greg] Do you remember that night we met?

Pub quiz night, we were on opposing teams.

I was on the winning team.

I really let the team down that night.

You know why?

I took one look at you, I turned to Fergus and I said... That's the girl I'm gonna marry.

You on the other hand, you didn't even notice me.

No, I did.

I thought you were funny.

How did you know I was the girl you were gonna marry?

I just knew.

And when you met Milena, did you take one look at her and say, "That's the girl I'm gonna shag."

Right, where were we?

Shall I use Milena's desk?

Oh yeah, be my guest.

These are from Saunders' do.

They're the swatches.

They want these for the curtains and these for the walls.

[people chattering] Don't just write it down, tell me.

I need to know.

[people chattering] What's the name of your accountant?

-What?

-There's piles of invoices here.

Oh, yes.

Sorry, it's stupid, what's his name?

Milena did most of the accounting business.

It begins with an M. Ah, Mobank, that's it.

Allen Mobank.

Do you want his email?

No, no rush.

Can you pop these menus back to Johnny?

Tell him I want set menu B but with the salmon.

That's for the Saunders' do on the 17th.

Sixty covers, yeah?

Can you remember that, or do you need me to write it down for you?

Maybe you should get the new girl to do it for you.

Who's this?

Well, I know she liked them young, but... Well, it's Jake.

Milena must have mentioned Jake to you.

Her son is in America.

Oh, yes, her son.

She adored him.

Came back for the funeral.

He's absolutely devastated.

She literally never stopped talking about him.

Yeah.

[phone ringing] Simply Milena... Oh, can you hold on a moment?

Beth?

-[soft orchestral music] -[audience applauding] [phone ringing] [Greg] Hiya, sorry we're not here.

Leave a message for Ellie or Greg.

[Gwen] Hi, Ellie, Gwen here.

Where are you?

We're gonna be going to Joe and Alice's tomorrow.

Oh, you absolutely cannot have a home birth, -not with your first child.

-What?

We'll go to the hospital if there's complications-- You're not gonna get through with lavender oil and chanting.

You're gonna be crying out for drugs, Gemma.

-Crying out.

-[people chattering] No, hello, I'm doing her a favor.

Am I the elephant in the room?

Ellie the elephant.

-More wine, kiddo?

-Yeah.

You're not eating, Ellie.

I am.

It's lovely, thank you.

Look at you.

You've got to eat, love.

We don't want you getting too skinny, do we?

Isn't that the fashion these days?

Oh, we should talk about your birthday, Ellie.

-Oh, yeah.

-Let's do that.

I don't really want to do anything this year.

-Oh, don't be daft.

-Come on.

I don't want to do anything this year.

I want to be at home with Greg.

For God's sake, tell her, Gwen.

Tell me what?

We're worried about you, love.

You've been avoiding us.

I've been ringing you every day.

-Where have you been?

-I haven't been anywhere.

Have you thought about going back to work?

No, I'm not ready yet.

[Fergus] Gwen's found you a shrink.

-Fergus!

-You idiot.

She's not a shrink.

She's more of a grief counselor and she's lovely.

I just... we just think, we just think you could use a bit of help right now, love.

-Oh, Ellie, come on.

-Ellie.

-Ellie?

-Go and talk to her, Joe.

-She's in a state.

-She isn't a shrink.

Greg?

[intense orchestral music] [Ellie screaming] What are you trying to do?

Are you trying to scare me?

I'm just thinking about what you said the other day when you barged into my house and asked me if I missed my wife.

You have to understand Milena wasn't a normal person.

She was flawed, broken.

She grew up in a foster home.

Did you know that?

And she was beautiful.

Her beauty carried her a long way.

But I didn't love her for that.

I loved her because she was in pieces and I had to put them back together again.

I adored her to begin with for the longest time.

But then towards the end... she slept with literally dozens of men, you know?

It was an addiction.

Your husband happened to be unlucky Mr. Monday.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause you think I had something to do with their deaths.

-What?

-That's what you're implying.

No.

You said something's not right, something didn't add up.

They shouldn't have been in the car together.

Maybe it wasn't an accident.

Perhaps you think I killed them.

I didn't say that.

Well, I've got the strongest motive, haven't I?

You think I killed them in a fit of jealousy because she was unfaithful to me almost all of the time.

She ignored me, humiliated me, drove me mad.

-You said that-- -Well, I lied, didn't I?

Most days, I'm glad she's dead.

I don't want to hear this.

Come on.

It's easy for you to think that I killed him and to believe it was your husband's fault.

Anything to get him off the hook.

I didn't say that.

That is not what I said.

Well, you better watch what you do say, Mrs. Manning.

It could be held against you.

I came to you because I thought you might be an ally and you'd understand what I was going through, how awful my life is.

I just want to know the truth.

I want to know what happened.

I'll tell you what happened.

It was an accident.

Your reckless faithless husband was a careless driver.

He took his eyes off the road, crashed the car, and they died.

And that is that.

I can't do this anymore.

I can't, I'm scared.

When I ran the marathon, I wanted to stop.

I wanted to stop so badly.

I held your face in my head for the last eight miles.

How old were you when your father died?

Eight.

Very young.

I remember him.

I've still got happy memories of him.

Lots.

And when your mother died?

28.

She was ill for a long time.

It was actually a relief when she died.

You've had a lot of tragedy in your life.

You're trying to make me cry.

What's so wrong with crying?

I loved my parents very, very much.

And I really wish I'd had more time with my mum, but that's life, isn't it?

People can carry around unresolved grief issues for many years.

I didn't come here to talk about my parents.

Sometimes, one can build up elaborate defenses, armor if you like, to protect you from grief.

You got a hole in your tights.

Did you know that?

Thank you.

So, what do you want to talk about?

I see my husband.

I see my dead husband... like he's real, like he's still alive.

How comforting.

When do you see him, all the time?

No.

I think he comes when I need him most.

The mind is a powerful thing.

You think I'm making it up, don't you?

No, not at all.

I think it could be your subconscious projecting an image of your husband because the thought of letting him go, of accepting his death is too awful for you right now.

Grief follows a very recognizable pattern early.

I want to reassure you that everything you're feeling is normal.

Right, well then I wouldn't permission to be abnormal.

I can't grieve yet, not until I know what happened to him.

I can't even cry properly.

I can't cry.

I start and then I just-- I stop, because increasingly, I believe that what people are saying about my husband's death is wrong and I'm on my own here, but I owe it to him to find out the truth.

And even if that means putting myself in danger, that's what I'm gonna do.

What do you mean by putting yourself in danger?

It's a figure of speech.

Damn it.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Gwen.

I'm the new temp.

It's half past 6:00 in the morning.

Yeah, I'm an insomniac.

What's that?

Sorry, who are you?

I'm Frances's husband.

You're David.

Your boss, yes.

I'm not important.

I just put up the money for this place.

I had to give Frances something to do, keep her off the streets.

How much is she paying you?

Well, we haven't discussed terms.

You're working at six o'clock in the morning for no money?

I'm a friend of Milena's.

I owed her a favor.

Must've been a big one.

I'll leave you to it then.

Thank you.

You all right?

Not really.

I think I need some fresh air.

Will you join me?

I should get on.

Please.

So you're not married then, Gwen?

I was with someone for a long time.

It didn't work out.

No children?

Nope.

We wanted to, but you know.

What about you?

Have you got kids?

The same.

Always wanted them, but...

Sorry, I don't know why I'm getting upset.

I'm not sad about it anymore, I'm really not.

Never had any trouble getting pregnant.

I just couldn't get beyond 15 weeks.

Milena used to come straight around with chicken soup for me every time.

Bless her.

What about you?

Oh, I couldn't even get pregnant.

I felt like such a terrible failure.

You know, like maybe he should be with someone else 'cause I couldn't... couldn't even do that very simple thing for him.

What was his name?

Gre, Graham.

Is that why you and Graham split up, do you think?

I don't know, maybe.

David and I used to be so close.

But now, we can be lying in the same bed, it's like there's an ocean between us.

I'm sorry, that must be very hard.

I suppose that's why I started searching for comfort elsewhere.

I did find some comfort.

I was mad for him, but it's all over now.

Anyway, look at you.

You're young, and gorgeous, and I've got someone in mind for you.

Gwen, I want introduce you to Johnny, our chef.

-How are you doing?

-Hello.

[Frances] She's my angel of mercy.

You're wasted in accounts, girl.

Come on, let's have a look at these.

You could have had the decency to show up today.

[doorbell rings] [all] Surprise!

You know us, any excuse for a party.

Hey, you.

Alice is at home with the kids.

She sends her love.

Hi, sweetheart.

That's more like it.

As you can see, I've been living like a slob.

What's happening with you, girlie?

You know you can tell me anything.

I've been busy.

Doing what?

How big is that bump?

Are you sure you're not having twins?

Fergus had a very big head as a baby.

Everything's ready.

We were just waiting for the birthday girl.

Oh, Gwen, have you got the, um?

Oh, no.

Hang on, I'll get it.

How are you feeling, Gem?

Good, yeah, tired.

Ellie, I feel so bad.

I know how much you and Greg wanted a baby.

Don't.

I want you to enjoy it.

Come on.

I am excited, I am.

I just wish Fergus could enjoy it.

Sometimes, I don't even know if he wants the baby or me.

I don't know.

He's so tied up in knots right now, you know?

[all] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ ♪ Happy birthday dear Ellie ♪ ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ Go on, make a wish.

I doubt it'll come true.

Come on.

[all applauding] His name's Barnaby.

Oh, my God.

Come on.

-Look at you.

-Oh, look.

I was gonna get you a kitten, but he's such a friendly boy and he needed rescuing, so...

I need rescuing.

[Fergus] How's the champagne?

So cute.

Happy birthday, darling.

[laughing] What's this, Ellie?

Oh, don't worry about that, Fergus.

Ellie and I have sorted that.

No, it's all right.

It's a chart I made.

It shows everything Greg was doing the month before he died.

Why would you do this?

It's my proof he wasn't having an affair.

But you stopped all that now, haven't you, Ellie?

It's all there.

Except for one day, I don't know where he was that day, January 12th.

But the chart absolutely proves it.

Didn't even meet her.

Look at it, Fergus.

I really don't want to.

Why not?

Why are you all looking at me like that?

Why are you looking at me like I'm mad?

You're totally missing the point.

This is a waste of time.

We all just think you should try to move on, sweetheart.

You don't believe in him.

Why don't you believe in him?

We do, really.

You're my best friends.

You're all I have right now.

If I can't tell you, then who can I tell?

Tell us what?

It wasn't an accident.

There's some kind of cover up or something going on.

I'm sure of it, I'm almost sure of it.

It wasn't an accident.

-[singing] -[upbeat pop music] What are you doing here?

Have a seat, madam.

How'd you get in?

I stayed the night.

Don't worry, nothing happened between us.

Get that down you.

I don't think I can.

You're eating that if I have to feed it to you myself.

Good girl.

Now, I'm gonna tell you the plan.

What plan?

Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but your house is turning into a slum.

You have a pile of unopened post, bills, final demands.

I'm gonna do it all later.

No, you're not because we're going to do it for you, me, Fergus, Gwen, the gang.

We start today.

I really freaked you out last night, didn't I?

We just want to bring some order back into your life.

All that we require is that you leave us to it.

I hate beans.

Eat your egg then.

-[Johnny] Hello, Gwen.

-Oh.

Sorry.

[Johnny] Don't be.

Where's Frances?

She stood me up.

She was supposed to go through some menus with me.

You'll have to do it with me now.

Oh, good God, no.

I don't know anything about food.

Then I'm the man to teach you, Gwen.

I'll tell you what.

My restaurant's around the corner.

It's nearly lunchtime.

Thanks, but I had a big breakfast.

I'm sure there's something I can tempt you with.

No, not today.

I will another time, promise.

What is it?

Have we got a boyfriend?

No, but I'm not looking for anyone at the moment.

Good, neither am I.

So we shouldn't let that hold us back, should we?

[buzzer ringing] -Oh, Frances.

-Do you want me to get it?

No, no, I'll get it.

She's always forgetting the keys.

-Shit.

-[Johnny] Everything okay?

Yeah, it's fine.

It's just kids.

They're always playing with the buzzer.

Just ignore it.

Come on, then, what about those menus?

I hear you're amazing.

Really?

As a chef.

You heard right.

Come on, they're in here.

Are you freshening up for me?

What?

Why are you so nervous?

Why would I be nervous?

I don't know.

I seem to have this effect on women.

Do you now?

-[turns water off] -You shouldn't waste water.

So you're a good cook and you're eco-minded?

I must be the perfect package.

-We should do some work.

-What's the rush?

Blimey, it's flipping nipple weather out there.

[shushing] Nipple weather in here too, I see.

Thanks.

Everything all right?

Yeah, cool.

You know I'm not after your job, don't you?

Whatever.

You don't happen to know Milena's password, do you?

I'm the last to know anything around here.

Did you like her?

She was a drama queen.

In what way?

I came in the day before she died, right, and she was just screaming down the phone at someone, some bloke.

She used to love him and leave him, play it cool, you know?

But she told me that this latest one had really got to her.

What was she saying to him?

Oh, you know, I'm gonna make you pay for this, bastard!

-That kind of thing.

-And did you tell the police?

The police?

I never spoke to them.

-Why would I?

-Of course you didn't.

What?

It's just weird, isn't it?

What is?

How obsessed you are with her, with Milena.

[Frances] Johnny tells me you've been giving him some very mixed signals.

-What?

-But he's gorgeous.

He thinks you're wonderful.

He says he can't stop thinking about you.

He hardly knows me.

In fact, he doesn't let me talk.

You are very bad, Frances.

[laughs] You know, Gwen, I don't know how I ever survived in the office without you.

I really think I could talk to you about anything.

Actually, there's something I'd like to talk to you about.

Anything.

Thank you.

Beth told me that Milena was arguing with someone on the phone, her man, that day before she died.

Did she?

Had she fallen out with someone?

And you said you'd fallen out with her.

You know the last thing I said to her?

I told her she was a bitch.

The next day, she was dead.

You see, she'd been seeing someone and then he left her for me.

I suppose on one level, I always knew nothing good would come of it.

He was younger than me and he was married.

You don't approve, do you?

I don't know what to say.

He didn't love his wife.

She didn't understand him.

She's so moody, always wrapped up in herself.

He said he hadn't loved her for a while.

He would have left her.

He was planning it, but then Milena interfered.

I didn't realize she still had feelings for him.

Makes me sound callous, doesn't it, but I thought he was just another one of her conquests.

I had no idea it would hurt her so much, but he didn't love Milena.

He loved me.

Oh, good God, I've been feeling so guilty about it all.

Why?

When I first heard that she was dead...

I thought she'd killed herself because of me.

I was so relieved when I heard it was an accident.

Isn't that terrible?

Maybe it wasn't an accident.

What?

Who was he?

I can't tell you.

Besides, I'm not seeing him anymore.

That would be impossible.

David, what are you doing here?

You started early, I see.

When business is slow, my wife likes to party on her own.

Why do you do that?

Why do you mock me in front of people?

I'm only joking, darling.

I should be going.

Yeah, the party's over.

I'll get this.

So, Gwen's a life saver, but she won't give us her national insurance number.

She does move in mysterious ways.

Hello?

Oh, hello, beautiful.

We're in the kitchen.

Everything looks amazing.

You must've worked really hard.

Sit down, Ellie.

What is it?

Sit down, love.

What's happened?

We found something.

Well, Gwen found something and amongst Greg's papers in the spare room.

What is it?

Read it.

January 12th.

"Darling, I'd forgotten how much fun it is to skip lunch.

"Let's not leave it so long next time.

"The only thing I'm hungry for is you.

Milena."

I'm so sorry, Ellie.

I'm so sorry, love.

How could he do this to me?

[marker clattering] All those times you were running, training for a marathon.

You were running to her.

You must have been shagging her while I was asleep and then you got in the shower to wash her smell of you.

Well, it's over now, do you hear me!

It's over!

You get out of my house, you bastard!

[buzzer buzzing] Ah, just the person I wanted to see.

Lunch.

Ah, ah, ah, you promised.

Why don't we skip lunch?

[downbeat percussion music] -[moaning] -[heavy breathing] I shouldn't have done that.

What is this, my dear Johnny letter so soon?

I'm not going back to the office.

Oh, well, Frances will be gutted.

She told me she sees you almost as a daughter.

I'm not Milena.

Christ, you're certainly not Milena.

Are you Milena, believe me.

Did you sleep with her?

Oh, my God, that's disgusting.

Gwen.

No, that's really disgusting.

There was no love lost between me and Milena when she died.

The woman was delusional.

She thought she was a diva.

Every party she organized, she had to have a red carpet.

She loved all of that old Hollywood glamour.

She was obsessed with it.

It was nothing.

Gwen?

-I have to go.

-Gwen.

Come on, Marilyn.

Yes.

[sighs] Who the hell is Gone Fishing?

Jellybean@mailvend.com.

[computer chiming] [Frances and David arguing] You don't love me anymore!

Frances!

Frances, come back!

[sighs] I wish you could smoke in here.

Are you all right?

What is it?

[sighs] I told David about my affair.

Oh, God.

Come on, let's go outside.

Why did you tell him?

I was stupid.

I thought he wouldn't mind, but I thought he'd understand.

Things haven't been good between us for so long.

I thought this might just be the thing to jolt us to our senses, but he was livid.

Oh, Frances.

I'm just so scared.

-Of David?

-Yes.

Well, no.

I don't know.

I want David to help me, to protect me, but now he just hates me.

Who are you scared of?

Can I come and stay with you just for a few days.

Please, Gwen.

There's no one else I can ask.

Sorry, you can't.

It's complicated, but you just... you can't.

-I'm really-- -[cell phone rings] You should have switched that off.

I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Just go back to the office.

Is he ready for me?

Frances, I really want to help you.

I just need someone to talk to.

Why don't we meet later after Beth's gone home, back at the office?

Yeah.

-I'll see you at 8:00.

-8:00, yes.

[phone ringing] Hello?

Who is this?

Jellybean or whatever you call yourself.

How did you get that email address?

Oh, my God.

Where's Frances?

[driver] It's 8.40, love.

She's still in the meeting.

When will she be back?

I don't know, later.

-What time?

-8:00.

But I'm meeting her there.

I'll give her message.

I don't need you to work as my go-between, thank you very much.

Jesus.

Here.

I don't want your money.

I've got to go home.

Can you go, please?

Can you just keep driving?

Hello, gorgeous boy.

Hello.

Right.

[doorbell ringing] How did you know where I live?

You called a taxi from my house, remember.

-Oh.

-Aren't you gonna invite me in?

I'm not feeling that great.

In here?

No, no, no, I need to tidy in there.

Why don't you go through the kitchen?

-There's glasses.

-Okay.

It's just at the end there.

-So, this is the guy?

-What guy?

The guy who obviously put you off men for life.

Something like that.

Do you want to go through to the lounge?

I'll be there in a sec.

Where'd you get this?

What?

This is mine.

Milena sent this to me.

I sent it back to her when we'd finished.

What's it doing in your house?

I brought it back with some work stuff of hers.

You were with her that day?

Yes, obviously.

Why are you so jealous of a dead woman?

Please.

I've told you I'm not ready for this.

Look, Gwen, you're single, I'm single.

This has nothing heavy.

I get that.

I don't want this.

Don't mess me around, Gwen.

[door slamming] Oh, my God.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

Oh, my God, Frances.

Frances, I hope you're still there.

I'm two minutes away.

Frances?

Hey.

Frances?

[door creaks] [water dripping] [gasps] Oh, no.

Oh, God, please, Frances, no, no.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

[intense orchestral music] [somber piano music]