I, Anna Page #2

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But it was a matter of time...

and biology.

- Sorry to hear that.

- It's okay.

I have git Emmy and Chiara.

That's the important thing.

Three generations of single women

in a one-bed flat.

All laundry and mayhem... Bliss.

- How...

- It's a long story.

So, is that the cure?

I think so.

Do you...?

- It...

- It's fine.

Quite the dancing, hey?

You're not so bad yourself.

- Should we listen to some music?

- Sure.

- Should you really drive?

- Not really.

- You look very lovely.

- You haven't seen me in cold daylight.

Do you mind if I call you?

No-

Surely not.

- Do you have a pen?

- Yes.

- Don't lose it, it's my only copy.

- Anna.

I'm Bernie. It's nice to meet you.

- What a party!

- Guests will be fashionably late.

I did my best with what was available.

And she makes some mean cocktail...

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Did you forget something?

- You're having a quiet one?

- We were trying to, so...

Maybe you can just f*** of? Yeah?

I'll just pick one thing.

- It's late. I think I'll go.

- No, stop! He's gone in a minute.

This is Adz.

Leave a message or signal.

Adz, what the hell is happening?

Don't say you did it.

The police came to my mom.

You need to call me. Please, call me.

I am going crazy.

Sorry. Excuse me?

I would like to talk to you. Hey!

- You look nice.

- You are practically a married man, Kevin.

- Did you get my message?

- No.

- Janet Stone found in Southend.

- Good. The case is solved.

She had a sixteen year old son

from a previous partner.

He tried to escape, but we took him.

He had been beaten.

- Can he be our lodger?

- Yes. She wants to talk to us.

- Do we have to go to Southend?

- I can buy ice cream for you.

- He won't call.

- Well, he might.

- Isn't there some kind of two day rule?

- Why is the phone here, then?

- That's my toothbrush.

- I'm so sorry.

- Remember the slow dance?

- I'm starting to do it.

I like these.

- Where are you going?

- I'll be right back.

Okay.

Bring something nice!

Hi. Yes, we did that.

We waited for two hours. No, I'm not.

What, now?

Look... I'll think about it.

Come on, you. Here we go.

He just freaks me out sometimes.

I need to make her some feeds.

Come on, sweetheart.

- Who was that?

- Huh?

On the telephone.

Well... Just a friend.

- Is everything all right?

- Oh yeah.

Did I mention she took a few

steps the other day?

- Can you baby-sit for a while?

- Are you going out?

- Yes... It's no biggie if you can't.

- No, that's fine.

Hello. We are not available now.

Leave your name and phone number

after the beep. We will return your call.

Who is Anna?

Oh, she's just... nobody.

Go on... Call her. I won't tell.

There's nothing to tell.

- You called George's apartment, didn't you?

- No comment.

- Why leave London?

- No comment.

Why didn't you answer the door?

Why run?

No comment.

You feel this is helping Stevie's cause...

You're wrong.

- No comment.

- All right.

- Would you like a cup of tea?

- The f***er got what he deserved!

First Steven, let me get this straight.

You and this Adam Taylor

own to this dealer 15,000 k.

You are desperate.

You need George's cash,

but he's refusing.

- And then it gets a little out of hand.

- It wasn't at all like that.

I wasn't there, that's the whole point.

He could not see me. It had to be Adz.

You mean Adam Taylor?

Yes.

He was only supposed to

threaten him, not...

He wasn't supposed to do anything like this.

Not like this.

- And you say you called it off.

- I did.

I told him there was someone with him.

He got mad and hit me.

Adz did this on his own.

- Who was there with George?

- Some woman. He met many.

Can I just see my mom?

Hello?

Is it... too early to call?

- Oh, no.

- I...

I did not mean to wake you.

I woke you up, right?

- I had my eyes open.

- I'm sorry.

Never mind.

Sleeping isn't really my for tie.

What were you thinking,

with your eyes open?

- If you'd call.

- I did.

Yesterday. I didn't want

to leave a message.

- I mean, it could have been a fake number...

- Women can never be too careful.

I was going to call again a bit later,

but it was just too late.

Yes, six in the morning

is much more appropriate.

- When should I pick you up, then?

- Tonight?

- What if I'm busy...

- Are you?

Fine, then I pick you up at eight o'clock.

- Is that real?

- Does it matter?

- Where's the guv?

- Without trace and tail, but say nothing.

- What is it?

- We have Adam Taylor.

- He robbed a wine shop on Sunday.

- He was desperate.

So what,

you want to keep it for yourself?

Leave a message after the beep.

Guv? We got Adam Taylor.

Hello, Emmy, it's me.

I just wanted to say that he called.

We're having dinner tonight.

Don't wait up.

See you later... Well, tomorrow morning.

Bye!

Come on, Bernie, answer the phone!

- Oh! But you said eight o'clock?

- I can come back.

No, it's fine. But let me slip into

something less comfortable.

Oops, wait a minute...

- They said the water should not be too cold.

- They are beautiful.

- I have to change.

- Sure.

How did you find me?

- The phone directory.

- You should be a detective.

- Actually... I am.

- Really?

Detective Chief Inspector, to be precise.

Though I do shuffle more paperwork

these days than I do sluthing.

Oh, I can see it.

The sluthing, not the shuffling.

I am amazed that it's not this cluttered

with toys and stuff.

- I remember my own chaos.

- I do what I can in the living room.

But Emmy's bedroom is a different story.

- You've got some messages.

- They're all for Emmy. I never get any calls.

Not even from strange men

at six o'clock in the morning?

Well, I make a point of answering those.

Simon put out a few crime stories.

They didn't do very well.

But then neither did the other stuff.

- You would be good though.

- Because I've seen it close up?

- It wouldn't have worked out.

- Why not?

Because I'm a bit of a fraud.

I'm not the cop that people think I am.

Behind the worried eyes

lurks your obsession with truth.

Everyone, including my wife,

thinks I'm married to this job.

That I'm driven by the zeal for justice...

But for me, it's always just been a job.

I became a provider.

- You got promoted.

- I am diligent.

So what is your calling?

A man's greatest failure is

not knowing his calling.

I was told that a woman's greatest failure

is no to want children.

First date rule:
Keep it light.

Oh, I was the one who started.

I thought we were happy, just the two of us.

That was enough.

Simon thought we needed more.

So what about all the bliss

and the mayhem?

Oh, I never regretted Emmy. Or Chiara.

They are the most wonderful thing I have,

I'm just not really good with babies.

- I left Emmy outside a shop once.

- You wouldn't be the first to do that.

- You know we've met before?

- Where?

Briefly, at the Ink Building,

on Sunday morning.

I haven't been there for years.

But... I saw you in the lobby.

We spoke.

You must have the wrong woman,

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