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Marnie is very sick.

She is showing no signs

of neurological improvement,

and is still ventilator dependent.

Is it in Marnie's best interests

to continue ventilation or not?

Let's stay on holiday for a bit longer, eh?

Please don't assume that Marnie's story

is gonna be any less beautiful. It will just be different.

Marnie, honey, can you, can you do that again, please?

Can you squeeze my hand? She's gonna get better.

You could come to the hospital, if you like.

I'll be better here.

I'm here on behalf of Every Christian Life.

We're here to help.

I think we should consider ending it, her treatment.

I've been fighting for her all my life.

Just me. Not you.

-That's just not true. -Well, prove it, then.

They say she's in a lot of pain.

-She's still your child! -Yes! Yes, she is!

Dad. Don't go. Don't leave me here.

This is gonna be a fight, Nicci.

All we want is to save Marnie's life.

Then, yeah.

I'm ready.

So, your line about the marriage is that

"it's a private matter for my husband and I."

Right, and when they say,

"Why does he want her dead and you don't?"

Well, Nihal, he won't say that. He's excellent.

Right. What if he hints at it?

Well, then you just hint back

that your husband is, in fact, an arsehole.

Look, whenever it gets hard, just, just think about Marnie.

All right? That'll get you through.

They get a tight twenty

and then we've got to get straight to the solicitor, okay?

Right, "tight twenty". Got it.

Now over to Laura with the travel.

What's happening with the roads, Laura?

Okay.

-Hi, Brenda. Nice to meet you. -Nihal. Hi.

-Hi. -Hi, we've got 45 seconds...

-Oh. -...of travel peace.

-Right. -So, it's a pleasure

to have you here.

Okay, headphones on if you want them.

Not necessary if not.

Just talk to me. More casual the better.

Are we just gonna go straight into it?

Yeah, be yourself.

You'll be great. Great.

It's 7:34.

We're joined this morning by Nicola.

-Nicci. -Nicci Lloyd.

Who is mother to Marnie,

who is currently in hospital and extremely poorly.

Yeah, my daughter has a rare neuromuscular disorder.

She was diagnosed when she was six months old.

And she's 13 now?

Yeah, they, they, they kept telling us

she was gonna die at, at two, four, seven,

and when she was ten, 12, now 13.

Erm, but she's, she's a strong girl.

You're currently in a dispute with the hospital

about the best form of future care for her?

Well, I think "care" is a kind word for it.

They wanna switch off her machines

and we wanna keep them on.

-Hello? -Oh. I've got the wrong place.

Possibly. My handwriting is awful.

Wrote down 23, but it could equally likely be 33.

Sorry, who you're looking for?

-Are you Caitlin Lloyd? -Yeah, erm, Katie.

I'm Greg from Children and Family Legal Services.

Here to talk about Marnie.

I had an appointment with Nicola

-at ten o'clock. -Right.

Yeah. Mum's not good at appointments right now.

Come in. I'll phone her.

Thank you.

So, what're you assessing?

How best to represent Marnie in court.

You're my sister's lawyer?

No, not a legal.

I, I'm a social worker.

The court has appointed me to look after Marnie's welfare.

I sit in court, and look after her best interests.

-Isn't that our job? -Well, of course,

but the court feels that Marnie should have her own voice.

Your mum talks about her feelings.

Your dad talks about him.

The hospital talks about them.

And I speak to everyone

and try to look out for what's best for Marnie.

I am not against anyone.

I'm for Marnie.

All right, I'll phone her again.

Hey. You okay?

Mum, there's a man here to see you from

the child legal service thing.

-A social worker? -Oh, shhh...

shite. Erm, I forgot.

-Where are you? -Er...

I've got a lawyer thing and then a TV thing.

-A TV thing? -Yeah, it's ridiculous, I know.

Do you want me to speak to him? Make it less embarrassing?

No, I'll handle it. Go be a TV star.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

So, er, could we get you a drink?

Coffee, tea, water, flavoured water?

Er, no, I'm fine.

This is Derek.

Derek's your barrister, and Derek is great.

It is an honour to be involved in this case.

Thank you.

So, what we're doing

is building our case from the excellent medical history

you've provided, Nicci.

The hospital has power on its side.

The white coat, even unworn, gives credibility.

So, our role is to promote our alternative hypothesis

that the prognosis they have given

was based on poor judgement,

and to propose that alternative treatments

are still a possibility.

Right. You think you can show they did a bad job?

We believe we can suggest a bias

in the treatment Marnie has received,

particularly from Samantha Woodham.

We're looking for moments when her medical judgement

may have been clouded.

If we can show that, we can show that similar doubt

must be applied to this case.

Anything and everything

that you've got in that regard would be most useful.

And there is some urgency with the court date approaching.

Samantha's a good doctor, though...

No one's denying that.

And we've had some wonderful responses

in terms of alternate treatments for Marnie,

and we're still circling to find the right doctor to help.

You haven't found anyone yet?

Well, it takes time, Nicci.

Erm, it's the hospital.

Hello?

I'm on my way.

Do you think you'll win, Nicci?

How's Marnie?

Can you give us a comment, please?

Can, can you not, please?

Any change in her condition?

Have you seen her?

Can I just go and see my daughter? Thank you.

Thank you.

Journalists are outside.

Yeah, I know.

Can't we do better than this?

I'm gonna go in.

-Is she okay? -Doctor's on her way.

Hey, Marnie. Hey, petal.

Hey, you don't look too bad.

Marnie had a reaction to one of the drugs we had her on.

We've given her some steroids and a dose of adrenaline

and she seems to have settled.

What did you put her on?

It was a reaction

to the new antibiotics we've been trying.

She's out of danger.

Right.

I am... I've been

aware of what you've been saying on the radio

and... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry

we weren't able to provide a care that you...

For what it's worth,

I've always cared deeply about Marnie.

What, what's happening?

Just a small reaction.

She will be back to how she was soon.

Chill out room.

I need some stuff to cover the chairs and stuff.

That... that... yeah...

Coat room.

Can I do coats?

You're not gonna be here at all.

Hang on a minute, Katie.

Okay, so I want everything cleared out of here.

Ah, well, we might not be able to clear everything.

It's got to be a dance floor, Dad.

Well, what do you want gone?

-The television. -Hmm.

-These cabinets. -Yeah.

-The sofa. -Oh.

Well, erm, the cabinets and the telly might be possible.

I'm not sure the sofa will be.

But it's the biggest thing, Dad.

Yeah, that's exactly the problem.

If you could just put it in the kitchen?

It could be quite cool in the kitchen.

Well, it's, er, it needs

to clear the doors. That's the problem.

There's not enough space otherwise.

All right. Well, I'm sure you'll manage.

Hey, you can't not invite your sister to the party.

I think none of you should be here.

It'll be okay. We'll...

-I don't mind. -She can be in your room

if you want more people waiting and watching.

But I think you'll be better going out, the whole lot of you.

-Go bowling. -We could go bowling.

It's my birthday.

She's going to your party

and we're supervising,

and that's the end of the discussion.

So I don't have a significant life.

Just a significant sister.

Katie, come on, you're being a child.

I am a child, and I don't want her here!

but the top of the world

-I really like you. -What?

-Happy birthday. -Yeah.

Good party.

Sure.

Sorry, my mum and dad are here.

Oh, right.

-I just have to... -Sure.

-- Hi. -- Hi.

-Can I come in? -Yeah, yeah. Come in.

Erm, I have tea,

I think, but the milk is possibly off.

I can have black tea.

The milk is my fault, you know.

Hello, Uncle Tom.

-How do? -It's the way the French do it.

Although I believe they use lemon.

-I don't have lemon. -I've got Jif lemon...

For, for pancakes.

Oh, yeah, just, just black tea is fine.

Oh. Okay, I'm...

-I'm gonna go out, er... -Right.

-Erm, get some milk. -Okay.

Er, may be some time.

Right.

Er, don't, don't let him, don't let him tidy up.

Everything's there for a reason, okay?

I won't.

Yeah. Okay. Bye.

All right.

How are you getting on?

Yeah. I'm fine.

The most expressive words

in the English language.

How are your exams, Katie? Fine.

How's that nasty friend of yours doing now? Fine.

How's that graze on your knee? Fine.

Which nasty friend?

Er...

I want to say Marcia.

The one who bullied you. You remember.

Marcia?

-Do you mean Natalie? -Ah.

Do you think you sent me to a school

where I might meet a Marcia?

-No. -Mmm.

Erm...

-Inside? -Yeah.

I saw your mum.

At the hospital, earlier.

Did you have a nice chat?

No.

Erm...

-When my mum died... -Mmm. That's a big "when".

-Not allowed? -Go on.

Er, when she died,

er, she said two things to me.

She said...

"if I'd known giving up cigarettes

"would've got rid of this cough,

"I'd have done it years ago."

So, this is an anti-smoking thing, now.

And, erm, the second thing she said was

that I was just like my dad.

I would never reach my full potential

because I'm feckless with my own intelligence.

I can't remember the exact phrasing.

I know it contained the word "feckless".

Okay? The tea?

Yeah. Tastes a bit washing up liquid-y.

Erm...

It's kind of a dark thing to say, isn't it?

"Feckless".

My mum felt she had a responsibility

to be the guardian of other people's failings.

Oh.

And she thought she was helping me.

She wanted to use that moment,

of her own death,

to teach me.

So, what did you do?

-With the advice? -Mmm.

I went out and got shit-faced.

And then, erm, I sobered up.

And...

then I got your mum pregnant,

and then I married her.

Got a job that I didn't care about.

Lived a life.

Okay.

That's really depressing.

No, no, not really, because, here's the thing...

I loved.

I have... loved.

I've loved her, your mum,

more than I expected to.

And I have loved you

more than I, I could ever have hoped to.

And I loved Marnie...

absolutely.

And I think that's an achievement.

I mean, not one that my mum, my mother,

she hated the word mum, would have understood.

But an achievement, all the same.

And I think what I'm doing,

and what I'm saying now,

is an act of love.

I just needed to explain that to you.

Did you?

You're disappointed?

Yeah.

Why? I'm not,

I'm not gonna back the hospital or embarrass your mum.

I'm, I'm just gonna say my piece in court.

I mean, if you frame a thought with self-pity

it seems manageable, right?

Your mum was an arsehole.

So what?

I was giving a context.

You were giving an excuse.

It's what all your generation does.

"I'm not racist,

"but if you could understand where I come from,

"you'd understand my racist thoughts."

"I'm not transphobic. I'm not homophobic."

I'm not racist or transphobic or homophobic.

Dad, it was your job to love us,

it was your job to be around, it was your fucking job.

Honestly, so many men,

and, and you see it all the fucking time,

congratulate themselves for being, like, "family men".

What does that mean?

That they provide? They don't fuck around?

I mean, that that's not an achievement.

Yes, but...

You know, this, this, may be an act of love,

but you performed it in a cowardly way.

You just ran. You didn't fight.

What? You wanted World War III?

If you believe something, isn't it better to argue for it?

I was pretty clear about how I felt.

I was trying to not make a situation worse.

So, you just left her and me

without us really understanding what it meant for us.

That makes it sound like I abandoned you.

Yeah, 'cause you did.

Look, I don't give a shit

whether you reach your potential or not.

I'm, I'm not marking you.

I'm your daughter. It doesn't matter to me.

All I care about is, like, what you are to me.

I wasn't trying to excuse it.

I shouldn't have talked about my mum.

You know what? Dad, this was a test,

and, and you failed it when you left.

I wasn't actually trying to excuse it.

I don't actually feel like I need to excuse it...

You know it's a mess. Dad, you can fuck off!

Marnie lives, and my job

is to support Mum and actually try and survive.

So your love has helped neither of those things.

Actually, you know what?

It's not my job.

It's actually not my job to support Mum or you.

I'm supposed to be a fucking teenager.

So fuck you for doing this to me.

I didn't. Marnie did.

It's interesting you choose to blame her.

I don't blame her, I...

I just acknowledged the fact.

I just acknowledged the fact

that her condition caused difficulty.

But you didn't say her condition, you said her name.

You're the one who can't visit her.

Yeah, I can't.

Right, so that makes me a dickhead, too.

No, you're not a dickhead. No, you're not a dickhead.

Is that what you want me to say?

Look, I love you and your sister,

-very much. -Yeah, absolutely.

You said you love Marnie absolutely.

And I know I haven't been perfect.

Listen, Dad, please don't do this.

Look, whatever you think, just, just talk about it.

Talk to Mum, and then you and Mum

come to a decision and, and then you stand with us.

Please, stand beside us.

But we disagree on the key decision.

The most important decision we have ever had to make,

and you, you can't talk about that.

You can't rationalise it.

You, you can only feel it.

Okay, I'm gonna go.

Leave you to your "feelings".

No, don't do that. Don't do that.

Don't do that. Don't...

It's like

you say, when you don't have the support,

these things are made even harder.

-And that can't have been easy. -Yeah, well, people think

when you've a disabled daughter that you're an object of pity.

Fuck off!

You know, they project

their insecurities onto you.

But really, being, being a parent of a disabled child...

Oh, no.

...it's the most beautiful job in the world.

Marnie, you know, she has her downs,

but her ups,

she's... she's complicated,

she's, she's sparky, she's annoying,

she's difficult... but you know

she's, er, she's joyous.

I, I wouldn't have missed a single minute of it.

She sounds like a special lady, huh?

Oh, yeah, she is.

I'll, I'll tell her you said that.

She, she has at least

one of your records.

Well, you know, she's heard at least one of your records!

Ah, she's a real fan then!

Fuck off!

Listen, I didn't mean...

-Oh. -We fixed a time, didn't we?

Greg from Children and Family Legal Services.

Er, sorry. I thought you were someone else.

Maybe I could have a cup of tea?

Er, there's a coffee truck

across the road. Do you mind if...

I'm not really supposed to do this in a public place.

But I guess if we walk and talk.

Okay, I'll be two minutes.

Unusual this.

Normally I'm talking to parents together.

Yeah, I can imagine.

Yeah, but there's no, erm,

legal... I'm not, I'm not instructing a solicitor or...

Well, your evidence should be enough.

So, you wanna tell me when you knew?

Sorry?

When you knew and you agreed

with the hospital as to what's best for Marnie.

Look, just, just to be clear, okay?

I don't want to turn this into a me-and-my wife thing.

-You won't. -I'm proud of my marriage.

I'm, I'm proud of what we went through.

I'm just interested in your opinion.

It won't be a he said-she said.

I won't be reporting this.

I couldn't see her any more.

I couldn't see the...

the things that made her...

her.

It's about as simple as it gets really, isn't it?

-Your parents still together? -No.

-They have different reactions? -To my disability? Yes.

My dad blamed my mum for taking thalidomide.

He wanted a kid he could play football with.

Of course, he could have played football with me.

I mean, I might not have been the best goalie but otherwise...

However, that didn't occur to him.

So you, you were one of the... er,

-thalidomide... -Mmm.

Seems a long time ago now, doesn't it?

Easier, I think, when you've got something clear to blame it on.

When you're someone like

-my dad, that is. -No, I get it.

Yeah. My brother has Asperger's.

I'm a bit older,

so I was already working when he was diagnosed,

but I saw some of it.

My dad just got shame mixed up with anger, that's all.

This doesn't have to be... shameful... for you.

That's my tuppence anyway.

My disabled tuppence.

I'm sorry, is that... Does everybody ask you about...

Oh, plenty do.

And some are arseholes about it.

I only really talk about it

if I feel somebody needs an answer.

Okay, so, if you're able,

I'd like you to give me a brief medical history.

Of everything?

From year zero to now.

Well, I'm not sure I'll be able to.

Nicci has all the files.

Just your recollection should be enough.

-My recollection? -Your story.

Of what happened to Marnie.

And to you.

Right, I don't care what anyone says.

We've been on the outside of this party all night.

We are hitting this dance floor.

We can do that.

What's the one with the funny..? We can do the Cha-cha.

-The Cha-cha? -The Cha-cha.

You can do what you like as long as I don't have to watch.

Why wouldn't you wanna watch your father?

I'll have you know, that in the '90s,

-he was known as "the hips". -Ugh.

-Was I? -No, of course you weren't.

I'm just trying to ruin your daughter's evening.

It was the '90s.

No one danced properly in the '90s.

What? Everyone danced properly in the '90s.

Ah, if I could take you to the Hacienda, Katie.

I mean, when that place was going...

-I can only imagine. -Mwah.

I mean, if it was the Roses, you'd dance like this...

Really? If it was

the Happy Mondays you'd dance like this...

No, no, no, that's not right.

-No, it's more... -Like this.

No, that's terrible! Don't watch her!

Marnie, what do you think?

Have we embarrassed your sister enough?

-Marnie? -Marnie?

Honey? Oh, Jesus.

-She's burning up. -Marnie?

You're okay, honey.

You're okay Marnie. Just breathe. Okay...

Mum's here. Mum's here...

Can you drive a bit faster? Andrew.

It's all right, darling,

-it's all right. -Shit.

-I'll put some music on. -We don't need music on.

It's okay. It's okay. Deep breaths...

Deep breath.

Come on.

Fuck it! Bugger this!

We need some help!

We need some help here!

I've done it for you

Hey, this is Nicci.

Leave a message.

Wow, you're not even answering me now.

That's a bit tight... erm...

Well, well, just to say

Katie came to see me, er, today

and, erm, I, I don't know what you said to her, but

we probably need a rule in place

that, erm, says that we're not gonna be

saying stuff about each...

No, that wasn't a thing. I was...

Hey, this is Nicci.

Leave a message.

That wasn't a thing,

that was just me dropping my phone.

Hey, this is Nicci.

Leave a message.

Anyway, erm,

I think perhaps we should put, like, a statute in place.

You know, thou shalt not make my child hate thee,

something like that. Less Roman, obviously.

But, you know, that would be great.

Hey, this is Nicci.

Leave a message.

I really miss you.

And the girls.

I really miss you.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

Am I part of a case? Am I not?

Am I..? What am I?

She's not gonna die, is she?

Why, why would you say that?

I was mean to her, and I didn't say sorry.

Come here.

You're not mean.

Don't think like that. Okay?

Hey, erm, she has an infection.

We've inserted a central line.

Unfortunately, an artery was perforated.

But we are... She is in surgery for vascular repair.

Well, that's not great, is it?

No, erm... No.

And I am sorry. Investigations will happen.

But, in the meantime, the important thing

is that she's in the best hands to fix this.

-Okay. -Yeah.

She'll be fine.

She'll be fine.

Oh, never vomit in a bin.

That requires you to look in the bin

and looking in the bin is where the damage starts.

Top tip, that.

Are you okay?

Huh? Yeah, just dizzy.

Well, dizzy is good.

Are you selling Marnie's diazepam?

Look, don't do that.

Don't be that sort of prick.

What? I'm the prick?

Oh, my God, my arse feels like it's spinning now, too.

Look, it seemed like an easy win.

An easy win with my sister's pills?

Look, I was gonna cut you in

or spend it on you. Us.

She's in hospital and we're selling her drugs?

Well, you were okay with you and me taking them.

Look, are you coming?

'Cause we can go to the beach, or...

No, erm,

I'm just gonna stay here.

D'you know what? Fuck it.

I don't wanna be kissing you in that state anyway.

-Hi. -Hi. Erm, where can we meet?

Hey, I've been trying,

I've been trying to get hold of you.

Surely we should have spoken to a doctor by now?

Yeah. That can wait. This is about Caitlin.

What about Katie?

Yeah, erm, it's all over Twitter.

What? What's all over Twitter?

She was spotted in a nightclub.

Right, well, that's hardly crime of the century, is it?

Sorry. I know. But they, they're saying

that she has been stealing Marnie's drugs, using them.

A so-called friend took a picture

and put it on Twitter with a very sanctimonious tweet.

How do I, how do I get on Twitter?

-How does that work? -I can send you the picture.

But Marnie's name is on the packet,

and, and it's very visible, okay?

So, so we should meet now to talk about it.

Social media can be really difficult to handle,

and I think that what we need to do is just talk it...

No, it's fine, okay?

Listen, it's good because she's underage,

so they can't print anything.

Yeah, but, but what, what about police?

Yeah, it's most likely gonna be a theft charge,

but, I mean, you'll hardly prosecute, will you?

How do I get on fucking Twitter?

Oh, shit.

Nicci?

Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

Shit!

Oh, God.

Yeah, she's not at home.

You've seen the pictures?

Yeah, I saw. She wasn't answering the phone.

You weren't. So I came over here and she's not here.

I didn't know you were on Twitter.

Ah, I just... erm, you know,

Tim Burgess from the Charlatans started a thing

where we all listened to albums together so...

Okay, look, what are they saying?

It's being used by people

who disagree with what you're saying.

Mostly arseholes.

You know, erm,

"Can't even look after the well child," et cetera.

They're just doing it to get at you.

Just slinging mud.

Can you send me the photo?

Fine.

That's Hannah.

That's Hannah, she's dancing with Hannah.

-Nicci? -Is Hannah here?

What?

I need to speak to your daughter.

-Why? -Why? Why would you stop me?

Where's Katie?

Is this your mess? Where is she?

Don't tell me you weren't involved in this

because I've known you since you were little kid.

So don't try and tell me.

Hang on. I'm not sure I like this.

It's just dicks being dicks, okay?

-Look, it'll blow over. -I knew it was you.

I could fucking see it.

I was just helping her have a bit of fun.

What, by stealing from her sister?

Well, it's not like Marnie was gonna use them, is it?

You are a disgrace.

Do you know that? She is a vulnerable kid.

You are an adult.

And you should know better.

Yeah, Katie's vulnerable,

but you don't even know what and who she fucking is.

You have always been a little liar.

You are a spiteful little bitch!

Oi! Oi! Enough!

Nicci, you need to go.

What? Do you know what she did?

Katie is yours. Hannah is mine,

and I will not have you talk to her like that.

Oh, yeah. Of course.

I'm sorry.

I didn't...

I'm sorry.

So, you were in the house?

Alice didn't know.

Yeah, well, Hannah did.

Can you stop walking, Mum?

It was a girl called Tricia.

She's mostly okay, actually.

She just saw an opportunity to send a picture

into the world people would actually look at.

Did you? Did you do it? Did you take her medication?

-Did you sell it? -You've seen the pictures.

Yeah, I know, but I want to hear it from you.

Yeah.

-Because Hannah asked you to? -No, because I wanted to.

Well, do you know why?

No.

-I've never liked her. -Mum, it's not about that.

Telling me that I don't know you.

Well, you didn't know that I would do this...

She doesn't even... You know, she's so superior.

She doesn't even think I know you're gay.

No, erm...

Er...

No, I suppose I didn't... erm, know that...

I just wanted you to be the one to tell me.

I just wanted to wait until you were ready.

That's all it was.

It felt like it should come from you rather than me.

You know, I read a book about it, actually, and, and

I didn't want to be the one to force you...

-out. -Right. You read about it.

Of course you did.

I need to say three things to you.

Mum, can we just please leave it? I'm sorry.

No, just, the first is that you're lovely.

Okay? You, you are lovely.

You are one of the loveliest people I have ever met.

And that isn't fucking mum chat, okay?

That is just me being an excellent judge of character.

The second is that I am so proud of you.

I, I know how difficult it is, what you've been through,

and I'm sorry for the part that I played in that.

Dad gave me the speech already.

It was reckless, okay?

What you did was reckless, but Hannah's right.

It's not like Marnie was gonna be needing it.

And, you know, it's not like

your dad and I haven't ever taken drugs.

Look, mum, please don't do this.

Look, the third thing

I wanna say to you is that I love you.

And the one promise I can make

the one promise that I know I will keep

is that whatever happens,

whoever you become,

I will fight for you.

I will fight like a fucking tiger.

Do you understand?

And I know I don't always notice things,

and I know that I haven't been there for you,

and I'm sorry that I haven't, but, when it comes to it,

you know, if, if I am needed, I will fight.

You're not on the radio now, you know.

There's no one to impress.

I mean it.

Can't you just be angry?

You know, normal parents would be angry.

I stole. I used. I was selfish.

-Yeah. You were in pain. -No! Oh, my God. Fuck that.

I, I actually just wanted to have fun.

Like, I did a terrible thing,

a horrible thing, because I wanted to have fun.

I am angry.

Yeah, well then, well then, say that.

Try that. Like, be honest for once.

And, and you're right.

You know, you haven't been there,

and I genuinely don't...

Like, I've always tried really hard not to hate you

because you're my parents.

-Right. -And, you know...

and I know, I know you love me.

Mum, I know you mean some of what you've just said,

but we're really good at pretending in this house

and, and hiding and being fucking, like...

I don't know...

This is about Marnie.

I love her and I miss her and...

fuck the two of you for making it about you.

-Hey. -Hey.

I, I was about to make some beans for myself.

-I wasn't sure... -I'll do it.

-No, I can make them. -I can do it.

I love you.

We love you.

And I'm sorry you've got tangled up in all this mess.

Andrew, it's maybe not the time to...

I think I'm just going to... do you mind if I just go to bed?

No, no. Not at all.

Look, I just, I just want to say that

it's important for you to know how much I love you.

-We love you... -You said that.

...whatever you do, whatever you say,

whoever you are.

Okay. Night.

I shouldn't follow, right?

-She understands... -That you love her?

Yeah, I think she got that message.

Is she okay?

No.

Can I help?

I don't know.

I got your answerphone messages.

Epic, weren't they?

Yeah. Some of your finest work, there.

How much had you had to drink?

Hangover was awful.

I bet you went cheap. On the wine.

Well, they made me smile.

She's so embarrassed.

I swear to God, if we've done her damage...

Oh, she's strong, our daughter.

Both our daughters are strong.

They get that from you.

She's really angry with us.

I'm angry, too. Aren't you?

I wanted to be with you.

I wanted to be with you, too.

They made you smile?

Messages made you?

Yeah. Well, they made me sad, too.

-I'd better go. -I've not finished your...

I think once they're ready,

I don't think I could bear leaving again.

Personal limits, heart strain, you know, that sort of thing.

There's a doctor from America,

thinks he can help her, treat her.

Right.

Yeah, I mean, they haven't connected me

with him yet, but they're, they're quite excited.

Right, yeah, that's exciting.

Right, so you're just as dismissive then?

No.

There's always a doctor, you know,

generally from America or Italy,

somewhere where there's a Christian population

who'll treat your kid, you know,

and they al... always promise the world.

Well, sometimes they deliver.

Sometimes miracles happen.

Marnie's already been a miracle.

Tell Katie that I love her.

Don't waste the beans.

Just put them in Tupperware or something.

I love you,

most of everyone in the whole world.

I love you that much too.

No, Katie. I need you to know that.

I love you more than Mum, Dad...

Everyone.

And, you know, I don't mind

if you hate being my sister.

I don't mind.

Can we just turn this off?

It's been a while.

I, erm, I brought some things to change your room a bit.

Now it is my old one

but I put some new songs on it.

You haven't heard this one yet.

You'll like it.

You always liked this poster.

But I, erm...

I took it down and I wouldn't let you have it

because I'm a dick.

Oh.

It's a party.

-Oh, is it okay? -Of course it is.

I just need to take readings.

I recognise him.

Er, yeah, it's Daniel Kaluuya.

I kind of... erm, we both really like him.

Nice eyes. I wish he'd smile more.

No one smiles any more.

Do they not?

This is hard on you.

It's hard on you, too.

Katie, however you feel about what your parents are doing,

it's not about picking sides.

Of course it is.

And I'm on Marnie's side.

Her best interests.

And that's what they say, isn't it?

I never had a sister.

Oh, sisters are brilliant.

Yeah, well, most of the time.

-Hey. -Hi.

Come in.

Thanks for coming over so late.

Thanks for finally calling back.

-Do you want wine? -Er, no.

Erm, if this was me, and I realise it's not,

erm, I think what we need is, is for Katie,

whatever the truth of it,

coming out and saying strongly,

"This, this wasn't me, it didn't happen."

Do you have kids?

Yeah, er, two boys. seven and eleven.

Where are they now?

I left them at home with a chip pan on the stove.

They'll be all right, won't they?

No. They're, they're with their dad.

We're divorced.

Yeah, and I haven't been excommunicated.

I know. I'm, I'm driving.

Stick your head above the fence and people will throw stones

and they will throw stones at people you love.

And I'm sorry about that.

But the fight will be worth it.

Samantha's a good doctor.

This isn't about whether she's good or not.

This is about establishing that medicine

is about opinions and not just facts.

There's lots of decisions,

I think, that have been made for Marnie,

along the way that have caused problems.

But the only genuine mistake I can think of,

she, er, she fitted a central line

when Marnie had an infection and she perforated an artery.

She perforated an artery?

Yeah. I mean, it was fine, you know, in the end.

But it was a problem.

Do you have a date?

Yeah,

May 24th, 2016.

It was Katie's birthday.

Do you think that will help?

Well, I mean, it sounds pretty deadly to me.

Sometimes the law presents us

with cases of extreme complication.

This is one such case.

What is in the child's best interests?

But applying it is very difficult.

Because that notion of best interest

has such complexity.

I do not believe that anyone in this room

does not have this child's best interests in their heart,

and yet a decision has to be made

as to what is in her best interests.

I ask that we handle this case with the delicacy it warrants.

That does not mean soft-soaping matters.

We tell the truth. We challenge what we believe to be untruths.

But we do so knowing the gravity that such a decision entails,

and knowing that above all else, we must keep the child,

we must keep Marnie Lloyd,

at the forefront of our minds at all times.