[gentle pensive music] [birds chirping] [gentle pensive music] [alarm beeping] ♪ And I miss you ♪ [sighs] Greg, hang things up.

♪ Miss you ♪ ♪ And I miss you like the desert ♪ -Morning.

-Sleeping beauty.

[Ellie] Mm.

[cellphone ringing] [water whooshing] Don't be late tonight, will you?

-I won't.

-What time, do you think?

7:00, the latest.

[Ellie] It's day 13.

Oh, my God.

Call the ovulation police.

[Ellie] Shut up.

We've got to have sex again tonight.

You know, you make it sound so romantic.

Right.

Well, we'll just stop then.

[upbeat music] Jelly, I was joking.

Relax.

I'm gonna make us a nice, big fire.

Boy Scout.

You love it.

Be home at 7:00 on the dot.

Scout's honor.

And I'm gonna be ready for action.

[Ellie chuckles] Come here.

[upbeat music] I've got to go.

Oh?

[gentle pensive music] I'll wear my fancy new underwear.

Yeah.

So will I.

-[Ellie laughs] -Hey.

Recycling.

Oh, bugger off.

[gentle pensive music] [Ellie] Good morning, Thea.

[student] Good morning, Ms. Manning.

Good morning, Arthur.

[Arthur] Good morning, Ms. Manning.

-Good morning, Jack.

-Morning.

-Good morning, Lottie.

-Good morning, Ms. Manning.

Good morning, Alfie.

Good morning, Alfie.

Good morning, Ms. Manning.

Would you like to be my special helper today?

We're going to read "Guess How Much I Love You."

Help me out with that.

"He wanted to make sure that Big Nutbrown Hare was listening.

'Guess how much I love you,' he said.

'This much,' said Little Nutbrown Hare, stretching out his arms as wide as they could go.

Big Nutbrown Hare had even longer arms.

'But I love you this much,' he said."

[telephone ringing] [machine beeps] [Greg] Hey, love, it's me.

You there?

I'm here, I'm here.

Hiya.

Sorry, I was upstairs.

How are you?

[Greg] Uh, yeah.

I'm good.

But listen, I'm gonna be home late tonight.

Oh, no, Greg.

Please don't say that.

You promised.

[Greg] Yeah, I know I did.

But something's come up.

[sighs] Why can't Joe do it?

[Greg] I'm sorry, love.

Ellie?

I'm still here, I'm still here.

It's just-- [Greg] Ellie.

It just really feels like I'm the one making all the effort.

-I'm sorry.

-All right.

Well, 9:00 at the latest or don't bother coming home.

♪ I step off the train ♪ ♪ I'm walking down your street again ♪ ♪ And past your door ♪ ♪ But you don't live there anymore ♪ ♪ It's years since you've been there ♪ [doorbell rings] [gentle music] Did you forget your keys?

-Mrs. Manning?

-[Ellie] Yeah?

[officer] You are Gregory Manning's wife?

What's happened?

I'm very sorry, but your, your husband has been involved in a fatal accident.

He was, uh, driving a burgundy Ford Focus, registration number November Uniform Zero Two Alpha Oscar Papa.

This is your husband's car?

Your husband's car left the road and subsequently caught fire.

Do you understand what I've said, Mrs. Manning?

I'm sorry, but your husband's dead.

[somber music] [officer] Can I get you a glass of water?

Um, there was a, a passenger in the car who also died.

A woman.

What?

[officer] Uh, we have yet to identify her.

We thought at first it might be his wife, you, but obviously... Do you have any idea who it could be?

I don't understand.

[officer] A colleague from work, perhaps?

Can we call someone to be with you?

Can we call your parents?

A friend, perhaps?

[officer] You shouldn't be alone, Mrs. Manning.

Gwen?

I'll call Gwen.

Are you sure there's nothing else that we can do for you?

I'd like to be on my own.

[somber music] [clock ticking] [pensive melancholy music] [cellphone dialing] [Gwen] Hi.

You've reached Gwen's phone.

I'm not here right now.

Leave me a message.

[sighs] [somber music] [clattering] [pensive melancholy music] Greg?

[chuckles] [sighs] -Greg.

-[telephone ringing] What?

[Greg] Hiya.

Sorry we're not in.

Leave a message for Ellie or Greg.

[Gwen] Hey, Ellie, did you ring?

It's Gwen.

You're screening, aren't you?

You and that husband of yours fornicating again?

Anyway, I'm in, all on my own.

Give me a call.

[dial tone buzzing] [melancholy music] [sobbing] [cellphone chiming] [dramatic music] [doorbell rings] I am so sorry.

Alison and I just heard.

The police called me.

Oh, Jesus, Ellie.

[Ellie] He called me at 6:00, and he was gonna be late because something had cropped up at work.

The last thing I said to him was don't bother coming home.

And then he sent a text at 6:30.

I've only just, I've only just got it now.

Look.

I think he's saying sorry because he's gonna be late.

But five sorries, that's a lot of sorries.

Did the police tell you there was a woman in the car?

-Yeah.

-Was it Tania?

No, I spoke to her this morning.

She's fine.

You know she irritated the hell out of Greg.

I don't know anything anymore.

Were you having a bad patch?

No.

We were... We were trying for a baby.

What cropped up at work, Joe?

Did something crop up or was he even at work?

I don't-- we were working on separate accounts yesterday.

Was he having an affair?

He adored you.

That's not the question.

[gentle music] No.

No.

-No.

-No?

He could have been.

No.

There was... Also, there was someone else in the car, a woman.

We don't know.

I'm so sorry, Paul.

I know how much you really were...

He loved you so, so much.

I have to go.

There's, um...

There's someone else on the line.

It might be the police.

All right, love.

I'll call you soon.

Bye-bye.

[melancholy music] I've rung the school for you.

The secretary was devastated.

She's speaking to the head.

I've rung Fergus and Gemma.

They're ringing round for us.

What about Greg's parents?

-I've done it.

-Bad?

Well, he was their only child.

I don't think Kitty ever liked me much.

Here, here.

Let, let me do that, love.

-I can't.

-Come on.

It's all right.

Do you think I should have worn all black?

No.

No, no, no, I'm sure there are no rules.

I saw my mum when she was dead.

I didn't see my dad.

I was too young.

Three dead people by the age of 34, that's not bad, is it?

-Love.

-No, I don't like them.

Poor baby.

I must have done something really bad in a former life.

No, no.

No one deserves this.

-No.

It might not be him.

-What?

Well, they might have got it wrong.

It might not be him.

Oh.

Oh, darling.

I should warn you.

His face has been partially burnt.

Mrs. Manning?

Is this your husband, Gregory Manning?

-Can you confirm-- -Yes, it is.

Would you like some time alone?

Yes, please.

The woman who was... who was in the car with him.

Is she here too?

Yes.

Her husband came just before you.

What's her name?

Livingstone.

Milena.

[somber music] -[dramatic music] -[computer keys clicking] That's her.

She's older than me.

She doesn't look like Greg's type.

I mean, she's the complete opposite to you.

-Do you know her?

-Never heard of her.

Party planner.

[Gwen] "Simply Milena, Events Manager."

-[Fergus] Coffee.

-Thanks, Fergus.

Did he ever talk to you about her?

-No.

-Must have met through work.

Ellie, it doesn't really matter who, uh, she is or was or-- Yeah, but did Greg mention her to you?

Please don't protect him.

I'm not protecting him, all right?

I don't know who she is.

This is not gonna help bring him back.

All right?

I'm very sorry.

I just, I don't care who she is.

I just care about Greg.

You know, he's me best friend.

He's actually like part of me, Ellie, and I, I really, really want to hold on to that.

Well, I have to know.

I'm his wife!

[people chattering] -Hiya.

-Hey.

Hiya.

Sorry I'm late.

I just had to take Gemma to the hospital.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah.

It's just a scan.

You can't miss your baby's scan.

No, no, no, no.

It's fine.

It's just a follow-up.

[pensive music] It's him.

It's the husband.

[bailiff] The court is now open.

Okay.

You all right, love?

[pensive music] I was called to Portend Way because a member of the public reported a fire there.

Can you describe the location, Portend Way?

Um, it's pretty derelict.

Used to be an industrial estate.

[Dr. Sams] So it's not a busy road at that time of night?

No, it's a no-through road.

It's normally deserted.

Except for kids joyriding, you know, and the occasional couple shagging.

-Courting.

-[dramatic music] [Dr. Sams] Did you get some impression of how the accident happened?

The car must have lost control, come off the road, gone down the embankment, and burst into flames.

[Dr. Sams] Why would the car have lost control?

Portend Way goes straight and then suddenly curves to the left.

It's not very well lit.

If the driver wasn't paying attention, say he was chatting to his passenger, he could easily hit trouble.

[tires screeching] The car was still in flames when we arrived.

We could see the driver was dead straightaway.

Oh, my God.

Mrs. Manning, we can take a break if you wish.

Dr. MacKay, you carried out the postmortem examination on Mr. Manning and Mrs. Livingstone.

The police report stated that the two people in the car were not wearing seat belts, and the injuries were consistent with that.

Well, that's not right.

He always wore a seat belt.

He'd never not wear a seat belt.

[Dr. MacKay] Massive trauma.

Mrs. Manning, do you have something to add?

My husband was a very careful driver.

He would always have worn his seat belt.

He didn't even break the speed limit.

No.

He would have always worn his seat belt.

[Dr. Sams] Mrs. Manning, the, the tragedy is that we can all be careful drivers, but it only takes one careless moment.

He would have always worn his seat belt.

[dramatic music] The crash and the fire were not simultaneous?

No.

I think the crash happened first.

There were severe injuries to the head, multiple fractures of the skull, and severe damage to the soft tissue of the brain.

I think the fire happened afterwards.

[Dr. Sams] It is your belief that the fire was not a factor?

[Dr. MacKay] I took blood samples from both parties, and both tested negative for carbon monoxide.

[somber music] It may be of some comfort to the families to know that the deaths must have been all but instantaneous.

If there are no objections, I'd like to record a verdict of accidental death in the case of Gregory Wilson Manning and of Milena Livingstone.

The deaths can now be registered and the bodies released for burial.

[bailiff] The court will rise.

-[somber music] -[people chattering] Mr. Livingstone?

I really need to talk to you.

I'd rather not.

Excuse me.

Please.

I'm sorry for your loss.

It's all right, love.

Come on.

[dark melancholy music] [Ellie] Come on, Greg.

Who were you in contact with?

[mouse clicks] [dramatic music] [sighs] [dramatic music] -[people chattering] -[dramatic music] Christine?

-Sorry?

-I'm Greg's wife.

[wine splashing] Fergus told me about, about what happened.

I can't get over it.

I keep seeing him.

Were you having an affair with my husband?

What?

I read your emails.

We were running mates.

You asked him how things were at home.

And you talked about his gorgeous knees.

We used to talk about our injuries.

I don't know.

We joked.

It was just banter.

We were friends.

He invited you to our wedding, and you canceled at the last minute.

I was ill, I think.

Ellie, I'm in a relationship.

How can I believe you?

I need to know if he had affairs, and if he had one with you, it'd make it more likely that he had others, wouldn't it?

I don't know why, 'cause I've done nothing wrong, but I feel the most terrible shame.

Listen to me.

I don't know if Greg had affairs.

But I do know he didn't have one with me.

I give you my word.

[pensive music] Was the sex dirty?

Was that it?

I'm really trying to keep faith with you, but it's very hard.

Hey, Jelly, do you remember that night we met?

Saracens Head, 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.

I did.

I thought you were funny.

You didn't fancy me, though.

-Mm.

-Yeah.

See?

It just took a bit of time.

I was a slow burn with you.

You were.

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

[pensive music] 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"?

[traffic whooshing] Thank you.

-Bye.

Cheers, mate.

-You're very welcome.

I don't know.

There's so much choice for something you burn.

Woven willow?

Greg would not have been seen dead in a picnic basket.

Ellie, you made the right choice.

Traditional.

Taxi.

Now, are you sure you're all right on your own?

Yeah.

Sure.

It's another thing done.

[brakes squealing] [Joe] 21 Thornhill Road.

[pensive music] Actually, can you take me somewhere else, please?

[taxi driver] You just tell me where you want to go, love.

[doorbell rings] -[thoughtful music] -[birds chirping] -How did you get my address?

-It was in the coroner's report.

Come in.

[door closes] This way, please.

[sighs] What is it you want to know?

Was your wife having an affair with my husband?

It would seem that way.

Did she tell you about it?

No.

She had the good grace not to.

You're all right with that?

Milena's a beautiful woman.

Men desire-- desired her.

I never expected exclusivity.

My marriage wasn't like that.

Yet here we are in the same situation.

Everyone has secrets, I'm afraid.

It would be naive to think otherwise, wouldn't it?

Nobody can ever know absolutely what's going on in someone else's mind.

So you just accept it?

[mysterious music] There's something not right about it.

Don't you think there's...

It's just something...

It's not, it's not right.

What other possible explanation could there be?

They could've been in the car for a different reason.

They could've been doing business or-- Business.

It's a strange place to do business.

All I know is that Milena's dead... killed in a tragic accident.

You must miss her a lot.

No one could force my wife to do anything she didn't want to.

If she got in the car with your husband, she did it because she decided to be there.

Now, I'm very busy.

When's her funeral?

It was last week.

We buried her last week.

That was quick.

Greg's isn't until Friday.

[melancholy music] Anyway, um, I'm sorry.

Yes.

I'll show you out.

Right.

I brought you a sleeping pill.

I figured you could use one.

Didn't have you down as a pill pusher.

There are some perks to working in a hospital.

One won't hurt you.

[water running] Here.

[sighs] Thank you.

Once the funeral's over, you'll start to feel better.

Good God.

I look terrible.

No wonder I'm single.

You're beautiful.

You know that?

You're gonna have them queuing up.

Don't.

-What?

-He's still here with me.

Oh, of course he is, love.

I couldn't possibly think of anyone else.

Oh, I know, I know.

I don't mean now.

But you will.

You will.

You'll be fine.

I promise.

[somber music] [Dawkins] I was called to Portend Way because a member of the public... [Wootten] Passenger in the car who also died.

A woman.

[Joe] Were you having a bad patch?

[Dr. MacKay] Were not wearing seat belts.

[Dawkins] It's a no-through road.

It's normally deserted.

[Wootten] We thought at first it might be his wife, you, but... -[dramatic music] -[Milena gasping] [Dawkins] And the occasional couple shagging.

-[Milena gasping] -Shagging.

[grunts] -[Joe] Having a bad patch?

-[Dr. MacKay] Seat belts.

[Wootten] It might be his wife.

[dramatic music] [Ellie] Portend Way, please.

[engine puttering] [dramatic music] [Dawkins] The car must have lost control, come off the road, gone down the embankment, and burst into flames.

If the driver wasn't paying attention... [tires screeching] -[somber music] -[whimpering] [whimpers] [melancholy music] [sobbing] [birds chirping] [Joe] Hey, sweetheart.

[Ellie] The sun's come out.

We're gonna get through this, okay?

Hi, Alison.

You'll be all right, you know.

You will.

You will.

So sorry.

Sorry about your loss.

So sorry.

We're all thinking of you.

-Hey.

-Hi.

[sighs] It's not long now, is it?

It's a couple of weeks.

I'm so sorry, Ellie.

I loved Greg, you know.

-I know.

-He was so funny.

I see Tania's dressed for the occasion.

[Gemma] Who's that?

[Fergus] Greg's PA at work.

Excuse me.

It's... it's his parents.

Ellie.

You all right, chicken?

I'd forgotten how much he looked like you.

[melancholy music] Where you staying?

Hotel.

You know you could have stayed with me.

Kitty didn't think she could bear it.

Hello, Kitty.

If only he'd been on his own.

You must be tormented by it.

His mother was, uh, very affected.

Particularly the circumstances.

-It wasn't my fault.

-What?

In case you think I'd failed him as a wife, I didn't.

I loved him.

I didn't fail him.

I didn't say that.

I didn't say anything.

Paul, what is she accusing me of?

That was very unkind, Ellie.

Hi, I'm Gwen.

We met at the wedding, actually.

I, I'm, I'm so sorry.

[melancholy music] Mrs. Manning?

Marjorie Sutton.

You have my sympathy.

I was a client of your husband's.

In fact, he rang me the day of the accident.

He was a very dear young man.

Funny and warm.

Patient.

He was, wasn't he?

He always took time to explain things to me.

Not all accountants are like that.

Oh, God.

[pensive music] [Marjorie] My dear, you must be feeling terrible.

[Marjorie] Just take some deep breaths now.

That's all you can do.

[somber music] It's all right.

It's all right.

[Alison] Take care.

[door closes] [sighs] Well, it was a good turnout today, wasn't it?

Not many people came back.

[Gwen] Oh, that's probably a good thing.

Well, it's less washing up for us to do.

[chuckles] Did you see Hugo Livingstone?

-What?

-Milena's husband.

He was hanging around outside.

[Fergus] Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm positive.

I didn't see him.

-He was there.

-[Joe laughs] -Did you feel it?

-Yeah, I got it.

Yeah.

Does it all the time.

I'm not feeling too great.

Do you mind if I go and lie down?

No.

We can clear all this up.

Come on.

-I'll get these ones.

-Okay.

I'll take these.

[pensive music] I can lie in the middle now.

Take up as much room as I want.

[Greg] You always take as much room as you want.

You should have been there today.

You'd have laughed.

Your dad sang at the top of his voice.

-Totally tuneless, right?

-Mm-hmm.

Tania cried more than anyone.

That doesn't surprise me.

There were loads of people from uni there.

Remember Sam Wyatt?

He came all the way from Scotland.

Good man.

Does he have any hair left?

No, not much.

Not as much as you.

Excellent.

That's what I want to know.

You wouldn't want to hear what they said about you as a decorator.

That hall's a right mess.

It's too late now.

So many people loved you, you know.

[somber music] [Greg] But none more than you.

No.

Who am I gonna talk to now that I don't have you?

I told you everything.

[Gemma] There just must be another explanation.

Greg just wasn't like that.

[Gwen] I'm sorry.

You do not die in a lovers' lane with a complete stranger, do you?

[Gemma] I just feel so sorry for her.

He had been very distracted at work lately.

I just thought it was the stress of trying for a baby, you know.

[Gwen] I just don't think his heart was in it.

I mean, I like Greg, but I always had reservations about him.

[Alison] Well, as far as I'm concerned, there's only one thing that men think about, and we all know what that is.

-Alison.

-What?

[sighs] Oh, God.

I don't know who you are anymore.

[sighs] Why did we always go on holiday in the rain?

I arranged it especially 'cause you looked so good in a cagoule.

No, don't think you can make me laugh and everything's gonna be all right.

I don't know if I believe in you anymore.

Did you hear them?

"Thank God she didn't get pregnant.

Thank God she didn't have a baby.

Can you imagine?"

Come on.

Don't say that.

Go away.

Just go away.

Go away!

[sobs] Go.

[gentle music] [door opens] Oh, there you are, love.

I've been looking for you.

Ellie?

You okay?

Look.

It's lovely.

I've always wanted a rocking horse ever since I was a kid.

We saw it in an antique shop in Didsbury one Sunday.

He was gonna buy it for me, but I was really sad that day.

I'd just started my period.

He must have gone back and bought it for me.

That was nice of him.

Don't you see what this means?

It means he loved me.

Oh, darling.

It's just a toy.

No, it's not.

It's more than that.

It's a labor of love.

And it means, it means that he loved me.

I'm sorry, but he could have been working on it 'cause he felt guilty.

No.

If you all don't want to believe in him, then that's fine, but I do.

He was my husband, mine, for 12 years, 12 good years, and I choose to believe in him.

-[crowd cheering] -[pensive music] [doorbell rings] [audience applauding and cheering] -[knocking on door] -[gasps] [crowd chattering] [knocking on door] All right.

All right.

[gentle music] How are you?

[Fergus] I'm all right, yeah.

Sorry about that.

I didn't mean to scare you.

I rang the bell a few times, but, uh... Oh, I was miles away.

-Oh!

-Hey.

This is my wife.

This is my wife.

That was a beautiful day, wasn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it was.

And your best-man speech was brilliant.

I think Greg got more laughs, didn't he?

He did that lovely bit about your mum and dad's pub.

What was it?

The Hope and Anchor.

Yeah.

He said he was gonna be my hope and my anchor.

Listen.

I've, uh, I've got the afternoon off.

I thought maybe we could drive out to Alderley Edge and perhaps we could, uh, scatter the ashes.

No.

I'm not ready.

I want him here with me.

We're a little bit worried about you, Ellie.

Why?

I'm feeling great.

You feel great?

Look at this place, it's a dump.

I feel great because I know my husband wasn't having an affair.

Right.

Right.

[sighs] Men are very different to women, Ellie.

And I'm, I'm very sorry, but sometimes we just think with our dicks.

[laughs] I know.

He's so outrageous.

Can you believe it?

[laughs] I know.

I didn't know what to do.

Yeah.

We're an accountancy firm, not a dating agency.

Tania?

I'll call you back.

Ellie.

How are you?

You know, when the police first told me there was another woman in the car, I thought it was you.

Oh, my Christ.

Thank God it wasn't, eh?

I mean, I really liked Greg and everything, but I would never go for him in that way.

Not in a million years.

I know.

He felt exactly the same.

I need you to do something for me.

I want access to all of Greg's appointments, his work emails, his social events, everything that happened in the last month of his life.

And while we're at it, this is a copy of the last email Greg received.

It was from you.

He was asking you to look into a query for him.

Do you know what it's about?

I don't know.

I'd have to look it up.

Well, can you do that for me?

I'll have to check all this with Joe.

You can check right now.

Hi, Ellie.

You all right?

What is it you need?

I want to know if Greg ever crossed paths with Milena Livingstone.

I know this is important to you.

The problem is we have confidentiality issues.

-Our clients-- -That's all right.

The only people I'm interested in are both dead.

All right.

Will you give her whatever she needs?

Come here.

You know Greg loved you.

And maybe he made a mistake, but that doesn't diminish what he felt for you.

Did he?

Did he make a mistake?

-I don't know.

-Oh, come on.

You spent more time with him than I did.

You saw him every day.

I mean, all I know is that he was working late every night, he was getting up early, and then he was showering.

He always spent such a, a long time in the shower.

I used to tease him about it.

I can take it, you know.

I'm stronger than you think.

If you had to bet on it, what would the odds be?

Sweetheart, there's no point in torturing yourself.

I mean, it would be impossible to prove or disprove, wouldn't it?

I don't know.

[dramatic music] [woman vocalizing] I've been able to block out most of the day from the timings of his emails.

And then there's receipts from garages and shops.

They always give a time.

It's pretty much every single thing he did for the last month of his life.

Blimey.

You've been busy.

It's very, uh, neat.

Look at the chart.

Look at it.

Look.

It shows him working very hard.

It shows him traveling, eating, staying in with me.

Where's the part where he was having an affair?

Ellie, I'm, I'm not a therapist, but isn't denial a part of the grieving process?

No, I'm not in denial about this.

Please.

Don't you think it would have been easier if I'd found just one deleted email or a receipt in his pocket?

I didn't find anything.

There is nothing!

Okay.

What, what do you want me to say?

I want you to be on my side.

You're my best friend.

Gwen, please just try and understand.

Just try.

I do.

I understand you wanting to know.

But what do you intend to do with it?

Hang it on the wall?

Invite all your neighbors round?

No.

I haven't finished January 12th.

I don't know what he was doing on that day.

But when I have, I'm gonna take it to the police.

Why?

To prove they didn't even know each other.

They're gonna have to reopen the case.

Okay, look.

I can see you've worked really hard on this.

But it means nothing.

The police aren't interested whether Greg was having an affair or not.

As far as they're concerned, both of them just died in a car accident, end of.

What were they doing in the car together if they weren't having sex?

Okay.

Okay, look at January 4th, right?

He went to the garage, then he went for lunch.

Who's to say Milena wasn't with him?

Unless you know where Milena was, all of this is pointless.

You know what I think?

I think you need a good night's rest.

Hey, once you start sleeping and eating properly, none of this will matter.

Yeah, you're right.

You're right.

How can I find out about her if I haven't got any access to her life?

Good girl.

I'll go and make us Gwen's legendary lasagna.

Okay.

[dramatic music] [suspenseful music] [keys clicking] [suspenseful music] [woman] What are you doing?

I'm sorry, I was gonna ring the bell, but, um, I wasn't sure if this was the right place.

I didn't think anyone was in.

Well, looks like we're in.

Yeah.

I'm looking for a company called Simply Milena.

Actually, it's Milena I'm here about.

You wanted to see Milena?

Yeah.

I'm a, I'm a friend of hers.

Nobody's told you?

Told me what?

You'd better come in.

[dramatic music] I'm sorry.

What did you say your name was?

Gwen.

Gwen Abbot.

Mm.

[dramatic music] [woman vocalizing] [mysterious music] [dramatic music]