Franklyn Page #4

Any time at all. Any day this week.

OK. OK.

How about Friday?

- Friday.

- All right.

There's a... There's a restaurant.

The Tabernacle.

On the corner of Lennox Street.

- Yeah. I know it.

- Yeah?

Eight?

OK. I'll be there.

Can I get your number?

Everything OK? Can I help?

No, it's fine, thanks. We're fine.

- Don't expect too much.

- I won't.

Friday.

Her name was Sarah

and she was only 11 years old.

To The Individual and his twisted faith,

she was just another soul sacrificed

and forgotten in the detritus

ofthis senseless world.

One little soul,

who is now about to be avenged.

I had to keep it together, stay focused.

It's nearly time.

Hi, Mum.

You could have come sooner, you know.

Might have seemed

a little bit too much like running away.

Coming home is never like running away.

What's happening with the flat?

I might keep hold of it for a while longer,

but I'll probably spend a couple of nights

at Dan and Laura's.

How is young Dan?

A little embarrassed at his abject failure

as best man. Other than that, he's OK.

Bless.

It wasn't his fault.

I think you've had a lucky escape.

Bring her over here, please.

She's bicardic.

Get me some atropine.

We're losing her.

Er... Bill Wasnik?

Yeah.

Something kind of funny

has happened, though.

Oh?

I bumped into an old flame.

Oh, really? Who?

Do you remember Sally? She used to

come round after school sometimes.

Sally?

Yeah. Sally.

I saw her this morning,

round the corner, at Boston Park.

Which is weird.

She's teaching there now.

We had a chat

and we're going to hook up.

Milo.

What?

Karen must have hurt you so much.

What's Karen got to do with this?

How did it feel, seeing Sally again?

Well...

Good, actually.

Nice.

Kind of put things in perspective.

What are you doing?

I want to show you something.

There.

What?

Sally.

Where?

Oh, Milo.

What? I don't see her.

When you were six,

she was in every photograph.

What? What do you mean?

After your father died,

Sally turned up

and kept you happy.

I spoke to your teacher.

She said it was normal for a child

of your age to have a friend like Sally.

What? Sally wasn't...

She appeared in our lives

right after your father died

and disappeared

when you started to forget him.

No.

She's turned up in your time of need.

I think it's quite sweet.

No, no, no. No, I'm not getting involved

in any spooky bullshit.

I saw her today. I spoke to her.

All I ever get from you

is a load of half-arsed astrology.

Whenever anything bad happens,

"Oh, well, it's meant to be. "

Well, I tell you, I saw this girl today.

I saw her!

And if it's not Sally,

then it's somebody pretending to be her.

Jesus.

I think you just don't realise

how unhappy you've been.

Milo.

The world is full of people

sent here to help us.

Most of the time, we just don't see them.

Whatever it was she wanted to say to you,

you should listen.

Do you know what you're saying?

Do you actually know what you're saying?

Milo.

What's happening?

You were a friend of David's?

Not close.

Army days.

We was er... we was in Basra together.

We met up again back here.

Mostly at the centre.

But er... I don't think Dave

would exactly count me as a mate.

I'm not proud of it, Mr Esser,

but I led the filth... straight to him.

We was in a pub, down at the market.

Anyhow, he started freaking out.

You know, banging on and on

about his dead sister.

No, no. That's all right.

He was talking about Sarah.

What was he saying?

He kept on asking me and asking me

how she died and I didn't know.

An accident.

Yeah, well, he got quite irate

about it all and... er...

...luckily the Old Bill steamed in.

They nicked him. They chased him

up on the bloody roof and nicked him.

They told me...

They told me it was for Dave's own good.

He needed help.

He was a danger to the public

and they was right.

Ta.

Tips up here, right,

a couple of days ago, acting all weird.

Asking about me.

The creepy sod,

he follows me all the way home.

I walk in and there he is,

sitting in my flat.

Like f***ing Batman.

He breaks my f***ing nose,

talks a load of sh*t at me

and then buggers off.

What was he saying?

He gave me an address.

An address?

He said that someone was coming

to look him up.

He didn't say anything about it

being his old man.

Please?

Bill, I'll leave the keys on my desk. OK?

That's fine. Thanks, Teri. Good night.

Look...

Dave, he said he'd come back

and finish me off.

So, if it's you or the police

that finds him first,

just make sure that he stays

the f***ing hell away from me.

Here.

Who's Franklyn?

That's the address. All right?

Myjob's done.

Emilia?

Are you all right?

You didn't mention you were coming by.

Come and say hello.

No, thanks. I need to speak to you.

It won't take long.

Darling, I'm in the middle of...

- What is it, sweetheart?

- I'll be in the study.

I'm so sorry. I...

Please excuse me.

What are you doing here?

You knew I had guests.

- Please, Mother, sit down.

- I beg your pardon?

The sooner you sit,

the sooner I'll be gone.

Well?

I want to talk about fairy tales.

If a god is willing to prevent evil,

but not able,

then he is not omnipotent.

If he is able but not willing,

then he must be malevolent.

If he's neither able or willing,

then why call him a god?

Why else do bad things happen

to good people?

I...

I always remembered it

as bedtime stories.

But bad ones.

Stories with horrible endings.

- Emilia...

- Instead of "happy ever after",

the Princess would wake up...

...and her Prince...

...would have left her.

What do you want from me, Emilia?

I want you to admit...

...that you knew about it.

That you remember.

That you've had to live with it

all this time, just like I have.

That's all.

Is this what it's all been about?

The way your father treated you?

I just wanted you to be on my side.

He had a business trip.

Usually, I hated him going away,

but this one was a godsend.

The moment his foot was out of the door,

I packed everything up and took you away.

Just like that.

I hoped we'd... we'd both forget,

move on.

Emilia?

Thank you.

I have to go now.

I have a project to finish.

- Peter.

- Mr Tarrant.

- Please have a seat.

- Thank you.

This is Frank Grant,

David's Military Welfare Officer.

I hope you don't mind if he joins us.

Mr Esser.

Peter, on the whole, we both felt it would

have been wiser if you'd stayed at home.

When you find David...

what will happen?

Well, obviously, he'll be returned

to this institution immediately.

He was getting so much better.

The letter you sent...

David's home visit

is a little redundant now.

As I told you, David took advantage

of his assessment hearing to escape.

He was being fitted with a tag

when he went out of control.

What?

What... what is it? What's happened?

Mr Esser, your son assaulted

two hospital orderlies...

...one ofwhom

died of his injuries this morning.

We also have reason to believe

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