First episode--I saw the first 40 minutes, until Danny rang the doorbuzzer at 71-80 Prince of Wales Drive, Battersea (yes, like other crazy people like me, I found the building with Google Maps/Street View) and then I STOPPED. Couldn't go any further. Saw the first 40 minutes over and over, maybe five times--then, a week later, watched the last 20 minutes. Like Danny, I have visited the attic Once only. Yet.
Last episode, same thing. When once again, that same fated night, Danny walks up to the door, with his small rucksack/backpack on his shoulder, knowing that he and Alex will soon be leaving for their planned weekend in the country--and then, for the first time, we see Frances is waiting in a car across the street, and I just--STOP. I know everything, I've read everything, I know what happens, but I just CAN'T. I thought I could watch it tonight, but I still can't. I will. But.
Oh. There's both a blessing and a danger in knowing what you're in for, I suppose.
I didn't - not really, beyond strong recommendations from friends and general warning signals of tragedy.
The ending to episode 1 had me completely disbelieving and questioning what I'd actually seen. And yes, the ending to the final episode was very tough on the heart. Such cruel, cruel irony that Alex's work ended up being used like that and spelling his doom.
Except he's alive somewhere in the US, of course.