All language subtitles for Little Disasters s01e04 Nowhere Safe.eng

He just made me
sign away our children.

You started all of this!

Someone in that house harmed
that baby,

and one of them's
lying about it.

You know just as much as I do.

I see this kind of thing
at school all the time.

Violence is learned.

-Oh!
-It was an accident.

I'm not having any more kids.

I mean, seriously,
I think I would kill him.

Does Mummy always
lock away the knives?

Mm. Depends how she feels like.

I do love Betsey, but...

sometimes I do wish
we never had another one.

Betsey's having a seizure.

If she doesn't calm down,
call security.

That's it. Get her out!

Please don't let her die.

[sighing] Okay.

You need to come back upstairs.

Is she okay?

Tell me what's going on.

We did everything we could.

-No!
-But she didn't make it.

And there was no time
to say goodbye.

No!

No! No!

[wailing]

Okay, so we gave her a drug
called lorazepam,

to bring the seizure under
control and now she's resting.

-So, she's all right?
-Yeah.

-Seizures always look far worse.
-How long did it last?

How long?

-It was 20 minutes.
-20 minutes?

Okay, I want to reassure you
as a friend

that although it's alarming,

a seizure like that,
it's not unusual

for an injury of this type,
I promise you.

The treatment you're
giving her seems to be

-making her worse.
-That's not true, Jess.

My daughter almost died
in front of me.

I handed her over to you.

You were supposed to make her
better and now look at her.

You know you can't just walk
in like that, don't you?

Seriously, Jess.
Lucy and the police,

they could stop you
seeing Betsey altogether,

if you did that again.

Nobody wants that,
but you do need to comply

with what was agreed.

[??]

[music fades]

She was having a seizure,
and I could have helped her.

You shouldn't have stopped me.

Me? Security had to remove you.

You need to stop getting in
the medical team's way.

I...I can't defend you if you -

-Defend me?!
-Because of how you're acting!

Just let them do their job.

They didn't do anything.

-They're clueless.
-Please, just stop it.

You just made that entire
situation so much worse.

I did? How's that even possible?

They already stopped me
from seeing my own baby!

Me, too! Remember?
Me, too!

This isn't just happening
to you.

he doctors don't know
what they're doing.

If we lose Betsey, it's going
to be your fucking fault.

[child calling]

Mum!

Mummy!

Coming.

[cupboard door slamming,
cutlery clattering]

Louisa.

-Hey.
-Hey.

What brings you out?
Not your usual day.

I have a friend
facing a difficult issue.

Your friend is very welcome
to come and talk to me

when my schedule opens up.

Come on, Lou.

Be quick.

Did you ever have a case where
the mother harmed the child?

Unintentionally, let's say.

But social services took the
child away from both parents.

Are there any concerns about
the father's ability

to protect the child
from further harm?

Absolutely not.

And the father can meet
the child's needs

and provide a safe environment?

Yes and yes.

-And he's cooperating?
-With social services? Yes.

-Police?
-Circling.

Any suggestion of collusion
between the mum and the dad?

No. Well, that's the thing.

He's been left
entirely confounded

by the whole situation.
And she...

She's been nothing but evasive.

Sorry. Who is this chap again?

And what exactly
does he mean to you?

I still remember that costume
you wore for the summer ball.

What was it, finals year?

Yeah. Who did you go as?

It was Joan of Arc, actually.

Of course it was. Of course
YOU went as Joan of Arc.

What, you were wearing
a little red skirt...

What was that?

Just a cross covering your...

Oh, Ed, it's not like you
to be a prude.

Oh, come on.

I wasn't that bad, was I?

Come on. You were all as bad
as each other.

Well, I'm sorry for being such
an uncouth reprobate

in my youth.

Are you sorry...

..for putting a move on me, too?

All those times we...

No, no, no, no. No regrets.

Just a bit of harmless fun,
wasn't it?

Yeah. Except I did like you.

A lot.

The entire time
we were at Oxford.

No...

I thought,
I thought we were just...

No, I, I, I never knew that.

Well, I thought it was
pretty obvious.

I don't know
what to say right now.

Well, would it have made any
difference

if you had figured it out?

I mean, not that it
would have back then.

Would it have?

Well, I always thought
Ed and Charlotte

had a slightly murky history.

It just felt kind of obvious
to me

because, you know, the way
she was around him.

I was surprised Ed chose Jess.

She was obsessed
with creating the perfect home

and being the perfect mother
for their kids.

Ed always liked
an intellectual challenge.

I sensed he felt a bit...

..lost.

You're...

..going in to work?

No choice, I'm afraid.

Just, the boys have their
medical this morning.

Jess can to go with you, surely?

No, Jess is going up to
the ward to be close to Betsey.

I'm not allowed to take
the boys by myself.

So you'd have to come anyway.

I'm sorry, I've got to go,
but...

Well...

-Have a good day, lads, yeah?
-Bye, Dad.

-See ya.
-Bye, Dad.

[phone ringing]

-Hiya, love.
-You guys want some juice?

Mum, where's my P.E. kit?

Um, I told Dad
to put it in the dryer.

-Dad, it's in the dryer.
-It's wet. It's still wet.

He didn't put it in the dryer.
It's still wet.

How's it going over there?

Um... tense.

Ed and Jess aren't really
speaking this morning.

Right, well, they're putting you

in a difficult position,
aren't they?

Yeah, well, Betsey's obviously
really poorly.

Still, they shouldn't be making
you feel so uncomfortable.

Remind me again
why you're doing this

for the most spoilt people
in the world?

Rob, don't. That's not fair.

You walked out. You've left me
to manage the house,

two kids and all the stress
of my work piled on top.

It's too much to handle, Mel.

Your timing couldn't
have been worse. You love it.

You love it, don't you?

The drama of getting involved
in other people's shit.

[phone disconnects]

Right. You boys done?

Let me take those bowls for you.

You don't have to clean up
after us.

Thank you.

Come on, boys. Brush your teeth.

I'm just trying to lend a hand.

I know.

But you're still a guest
in this house.

Charl?

Hi.

Oh, I didn't realise
you'd gone out on the water.

I thought you were on
your way to work.

Routine is the death
of excitement, right?

Our egg retrieval appointment's
at three.

Where should I meet you?

Uh...

No, no, no, don't, don't bother.

I've done it so many times
at this point,

it's like brushing my teeth.

Quite a serious procedure.
You can't go alone.

You'll only make it infinitely
more stressful, my darling.

I'll see you late, yeah?

So, we'll see you next week.

-Thank you so much.
-Bye, Archie.

Look after your mum.

Mrs. Carrisford.

-Yes.
-Come in,

She's at Thames Bank hospital.

But I wanted to see
about moving her.

If she's already in ICU,
she's likely in the best place.

She's clearly not.

They don't seem to know
how to help her.

A skull fracture
is a serious injury.

But they'll be very used to
cases such as Betsey's.

Your profile claims

you're one of London's
leading trauma consultants.

Indeed.

Please.

I just need you
to get her out of there.

So where's Mum?

I thought she was going
to be here.

Um, yeah. She um...

There we go. All done.

Your turn, Frank.

Okay, so, Frankie,

can you pop up on that bed
for me over there, please?

There we go.

Can you start by removing your
school jumper for me, please?

How'd you get that, Frankie?

This bruise. Just here.

See?

And here.

As if um...

..someone held you
very firmly like that.

Don't remember.

That's okay. Um...

I'll be back in one minute,
okay?

Okay. I'd like to take
some pictures, please,

if that's okay, with your
permission, Miss Quinn?

JESS: How do you know?

What if they're not giving her

the right drugs
or the correct treatment?

Thames Bank
is a major trauma centre.

They'll have treated thousands
of skull fractures

like your daughter's.

Don't you have an urgent care
department for children?

For patients with non
life-threatening emergencies.

And down the line, once Betsey's
been discharged from ICU,

I'd be very happy to treat her
here at my clinic.

You're not listening to me.

They're making her worse.

Okay, I need you to tell her
doctors that Betsey will receive

advanced, better treatment here
and that, you know,

you need to tell her social
workers that she's better off -

Wait, you mean she's in the care
of social services?

Mrs. Carrisford,
if social services feel

that you're not acting
in your child's best interests,

they can apply for Betsey
to be placed under a care order.

Which means you'll lose any say

in how you want your child
to be treated.

Hey, boys! Lucky you,

missing assembly on
a Monday morning.

-You all right?
-Can we play now?

Yeah. Of course. Go on.

Just go on over there and do it.

Thanks for coming in. I just...

I wasn't sure what to do.

What to do about what?
What's happened?

The boys' medical. They found
bruises on Frankie's arm.

Really?

Well, how severe?

It's normal, isn't it, for kids
to have bumps and scrapes?

No, like someone grabbed him.

Okay.
Well, did they seem alarmed?

What did Frankie say?

-Does he know how he got them?
-No.

I mean, I remember Ed having to
drag him out of the car

on Saturday night when they came
round to ours, but...

But what? Go on.

I just... I found something.

-Found what?
-It's just something I saw.

-But, you know, it's nothing.
-No, Mel.

Mel, what are you trying
to tell me? Tell me.

I might have overreacted when
I had a go at you yesterday.

Okay?
They're not the perfect family.

And Ed's not the easygoing
guy we thought he was.

And Jess...

I'm in this horrible situation

and to be honest,
I regret signing up for it.

Yeah, well, I know.
I'm in exactly the same boat.

Are you going to mention it
in your report?

I've got a meeting with her
as soon as I drop the boys off.

What the hell do I tell her?

According to him,
it's all happy families,

-perfect marriage.
-It sounds like he's full of it.

Let's press him on it.
See how he responds.

Edward Carrisford,
Atalsea Management.

He's not going to like that
we showed up at his office.

I've written them
in paragraphs four and five.

I think it'll be enlightening
as we implement

our task force on
climate-related financial...

Climate related...

..financial disclosures.

I'm sorry, could you excuse me?

I apologise.

Has something happened
to Betsey?

There's been no change
in Betsey's condition.

That's not why we're here.

We just need to clarify
a few things about Friday.

-This is DC Farron.
-Hi.

How can I help you both?

In your statement, you said that
on the day Betsey was injured,

you were in the office
all day and then went out

-for a drink after work.
-Yes.

We've a statement
from a neighbour

who saw you arriving home
at lunchtime.

Anything you can say
to explain this?

Um, lunch.

-Um...
-Mr. Carrisford?

No. Right, right.
Yes, no, I'm sorry.

You're right. I did pop home
briefly for lunch.

No more than 25 minutes.
Half an hour at most.

And is it usual for you
to pop home for lunch, Ed?

-No, not usually.
-But you did on that day.

-On the day Betsey got hurt.
-Yes, I did, yeah.

Why would you choose to go home
on that particular day?

Because I wanted to see my wife.

Specifically?

Just to spend
some time together.

Look, Frank can be difficult,
but Jess is great with him.

The woman has the patience
of a saint.

And Mr. Carrisford
is less patient?

I didn't say that.

He's fine. He just works a lot.

Do you know how Frankie got
the bruises on his upper arms?

No idea. But kids get bruises
all the time.

My little lad
is covered in them.

You said he went into
the office today.

Yeah.

I would have expected at least
one of the parents

to be present
at the medical examination.

Ed said he had to go into work.

Did Mrs. Carrisford tell you

about the incident
at the hospital last night?

I know about the seizures, yeah.

But did she tell you
that the medical staff

had to call security on her?

-I didn't know that, but...
-But what?

Did you pick up on something?

Maybe tension between
Mr. and Mrs. Carrisford?

I understand that you bought
your wife some flowers.

These are the flowers
that ended up in the bin.

Okay, okay. All right.

Jess and I did have
a bit of a disagreement.

What was it about?

Nothing, really.

[Betsey screaming]

Who cares if the house
isn't perfect

or the toys aren't put away?

Why is it so important to you?

She needs you.

She's teething,
for Christ's sake.

I just don't understand
why you're trying to make

everything immaculate and
Betsey is upstairs screaming.

[Betsey continues screaming]

Oh, so you and your wife
argue a lot?

No more than the usual couple
who have three small children,

-I imagine.
-Did you lose your temper?

I don't see how any of this
is relevant.

Well, it might be relevant
because you and your wife

are the subject of a police
inquiry into how your daughter

sustained a very serious
head injury.

What happened in the 30 minutes

that you were at home on Friday,
Ed?

Nothing happened.

I gave my wife the flowers,
I kissed Betsey. She was fine.

Well, she was agitated
because she was teething.

But she wasn't injured.

[Betsey crying]

Okay. What did you do
after you went home on Friday?

I'm sure
you're about to tell me.

You and Charlotte Hinman
were seen on CCTV

entering the Terrain Bar on
Drakefield Street at 1:52 p.m..

Yeah, she's a friend.

Charlotte told us you've known
each other for a long time.

Yeah, we went to uni together.

The two of you seem very close.

It was just a few drinks.
I needed to blow off some steam.

Really?
Because the bar manager said

you were in there
for nearly eight hours.

Spent hundreds of pounds
on wine, cocktails.

Are you having an affair
with Charlotte Hinman?

No, I'm not.

Well, would it have made
any difference

if you had figured it out?

Well, uh...

I should probably go home.

Yeah.

To your darling wife
and your three little angels.

Is that why you and your wife
were having an argument?

No.
You have it completely wrong.

I am not having an affair.

I went home to my wife,
like I told you.

DC RUSTIN:
You were inebriated that night.

Did you take your frustrations
out on Betsey?

Ed, these things,
they tend to happen.

I don't appreciate
what you're insinuating.

-We're not here to judge you.
-Really?

[Betsey screaming]

I don't think I should answer
any more questions

without a lawyer, I'm sorry.

Jane.

Can you show these officers out?
Thank you.

-Of course. Follow me, please.
-Thank you very much.

Back again already?

Can't get rid of me.

-You look like crap, by the way.
-Thanks.

I thought today
was going to be quiet,

but I must have been dreaming.
It's rammed out there already.

Okay.

Well, he puts on
a good show, but...

I think we're dealing with
a very angry man.

Maybe that's why
his wife's traumatised.

DC FARRON: Whatever's going on,
this is not a happy family.

[knock on door]

Hi.

Let's get your I.V. started.

[phone ringing]

Actually, sorry.
I'm just going to...

..get that.

It's very natural
to have some fear.

I promise I'll make it quick.

I've...

I've changed my mind.

Can I call the doctor?

Such a narrow window for egg
retrieval. I'd hate for you -

I know, I know. I've done this
multiple times before, and...

..I've had enough, and I don't
want to do it again.

So, thank you. Have a good day.

And I'm really sorry to
have wasted your time.

Ed.

Can you take a walk down to A&E?

Eleven month old,
persistent fever.

Not responding to ibuprofen
or paracetamol.

-UTI?
-No.

No ear infection or upper res...

-Are you okay?
-Why?

-You just seem a bit...
-What?

I'm fucking tired!

I don't want to be here on my
sixth consecutive working day.

And I look like shit.
What's new?

Hello. Hi, I am Doctor Burgess.

-This is Kyle. Is that right?
-Yeah.

Not feeling too well,
got a bit of a fever.

Are you Mum?

Do you want to tell me
what's, what's going on?

[children playing, shouting]

You're not going to get me!

Where's your mum right now?

At home.

No, she's not. She's in prison.

What did you say, Connor?

I said your mum's in prison

for doing a really bad thing
to your sister.

-Connor said what?
-Yeah.

I'm sorry to say we've had
some ongoing issues

between Frankie and Connor
recently.

I didn't know Frankie and Connor
weren't getting along.

He didn't mention anything.

-No, neither did Connor -
-Miss Harding...

Well, Miss Harding mentioned the
the bruising on Frankie's arm.

What bruising?

-I'm sorry.
-Bruising?

I'm sorry I couldn't
get a hold of you.

It seems Connor manhandled
Frankie last week.

They're going to think
we hurt him.

But we've had another incident
this lunchtime.

Kit became violent with Connor,

after Connor and Frankie
had an argument.

My overwhelming concern
is for Frankie's well-being.

He was extremely distraught.

It took a long time
to calm down.

I've asked the teachers
to split the boys up,

but I think it's best if we send

Frankie and Kit home
for the day.

Yeah.

Okay?

Thank you.

I'm so mortified about Connor.

The little shit.

This is all you need.

-I'll talk to him, okay?
-All right.

And I'm really sorry

that you and Connor
aren't getting on, Frank.

Do you, do you fancy a coffee?

Sure.

Don't think for a second
that your dad and I

are not going to talk to you
about this tonight.

-Whatever.
-Hey!

Could you swipe it?

-Maybe tap isn't working.
-Sure.

[machine beeping]

-Uh, sorry.
-It's so weird.

I know there's money on there.

My partner transferred some
last week.

Sorry. Hang on. I've got cash
here somewhere.

You all right, honey?

Connor's not going to
bother you again.

All right?
We'll make sure of it.

Honey.

If anything like this
ever happens again,

just come straight to me.

You can tell me anything.

Okay?

Anything.

Okay.

You know, the night
that Betsey got hurt?

Careful, it's a bit hot.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Well, that was quick.
What was it?

Uh, yeah, it was
hand, foot and mouth.

Discharged him.

So you got the results from
the spinal tap back already?

Didn't order a spinal tap.

But you did a full workup?

There was no need.

I just always like to know
what it was in the end.

Unexplained fevers
make me nervous.

It was hand, foot and mouth.

If you've finish being a doctor,

do you want to go and change
a dressing

on the little girl
in number five?

Frankie. Frankie!

I remember coming here
with the prams

on our knees with exhaustion.

Yeah.

Is Bet sleeping
through the night yet?

Not yet.

Sleep deprivation.

A form of torture.

I was a mess
after Connor was born.

But I had to engage with people.

I lost all my confidence.

Rob didn't even have a clue.

Probably thought I was
losing my mind.

I've never actually told anyone
any of that before.

Well, I'm sorry
you went through that.

I didn't know.

But have you ever thought about
killing your own baby?

Have you checked
and double checked

that you didn't drop it
down the stairs?

Or smothered it by mistake?
Or...

..suffocated it
with its teddy bear?

-Mum! Mum!
-Look at that.

Mum, look!

-Wow.
-That's cool.

-There's so many.
-It's amazing.

They say you should leave your
baby when you feel like that.

Just put it down, lock the door,
walk away

and stay somewhere else,
until you feel calmer.

-Come on.
-Yeah.

LIZ: But then the crying
continues, and...

..all you want in that moment
is for the child to be silent

once and for all.

I'd have done anything
for silence.

Well, almost anything.

Look, a swing.

-I'll go first.
-Okay.

Show us what you got, Kit.

Do you have...

Do you ever have any worries
like that?

What do you mean?
Kit, please be careful.

Oh.

Ready?

One, two, three. Push!

-I made it!
-Nice one, Kit.

Or... I don't know...

..strange thoughts?

I feel like we all feel.

Like we're losing our minds
sometimes, no?

Look at me.

Honey, sit down. Okay?

I um...

I heard you and Ed arguing
last night.

Why is he blaming you?

Okay, Kit,
I'm not saying it again.

Get down now! That's not safe!

Jess.

Is there anything
you want to tell me?

Did Ed say something to you?

No.
I'm just asking as your friend.

Have you said any of this
to the social worker?

No, I wouldn't do that.
Look, Jess,

I know that you're going through
hell right now,

and this might be
a really stupid question.

Are you sure you're okay?

Oh!

No!

No, no.

Honey, are you okay?

Kit's dead!
He's dead, he's dead!

Oh, my God, Kit's dead!

This way.

Right.
Well, thank you very much.

You've been extremely helpful.

It's my absolute pleasure.

Nice surprise to find you here.

Don't forget what I said.

I am happy
to represent you both.

But if you want me
to represent you alone,

know that this will be an act
of war against your marriage.

-I've got to get on.
-Yeah.

-Lovely to meet you.
-Thank you.

-I'll see you soon.
-Bye, darling.

-Bye.
-Thank you so much.

-Thank you.
-See you.

Louisa is the best, isn't she?

Yeah. She was impressive.

Um, listen, Charlotte.

What exactly did you say
to the police?

I told them you said
Jess was in a bad way.

Oh, Christ. Why, Charlotte?

-Why did you say that?
-What?

I didn't tell them about Friday,

because I didn't want them
to know

that we've been arguing.
And now they know -

-Oh, my God.
-..so I look like...

I'm sorry.
I was trying to protect you.

-I -
-[phone vibrating]

Sorry.

Yeah. Hi, sweetheart.
Sweetheart, you okay?

-No, it's not Jess, it's Mel.
-Oh.

-Is Jess all right?
-Jess is fine.

-Kit has broken his arm.
-What?

How..? Is he okay?

He fell out of a tree
he was climbing.

It was no-one's fault.

Well, maybe it was mine,
actually.

Listen, I wanted to call you
straight away,

but my phone's um...

..it's not working, so I'm...

I'm on Jess'.

[phone vibrating]

[door slams]

We need to have a word.

Kyle Adebayo.

Persistent fever,

which doesn't respond
to paracetamol or ibuprofen.

Unusual markings
on the hands and feet.

Yeah, I made a diagnosis.

Fortunately, our nurses
had the good sense

to call me
before he left the building.

Meningitis, Dr Burgess.
Did it not occur to you?

Well, I know what hand, foot
and mouth looks like.

I wouldn't be happy
with a junior doctor

making these kind of mistakes,

but you're hoping to make
consultant

in the next year or two.

The rash wasn't consistent
with meningitis.

Did you check his eyelids?

You've not been focused
since that baby came in.

You're hung over.

I can smell it.

In my defence, I wasn't even
scheduled to be working today.

I got through
my junior residency

high as a kite on an extravagant
cocktail of alcohol and drugs.

We all have our coping
mechanisms, but in the end...

..they stop allowing us
to cope and they consume us.

Understood.

Elizabeth.

The tests for Kyle Adebayo
came back negative.

He doesn't have meningitis.

You have excellent instincts,
but you must follow procedure.

If you'd been wrong, we'd have
had a lawsuit on our hands.

For God's sake,
get control of your drinking.

-Hi.
-Betsey Carrisford.

Thank you.

-Did you see her?
-No.

Hi, sweetie.
How are you feeling?

They said a doctor
should be around any minute.

Hello.

I wasn't expecting to see you
again so soon.

So, I hear we may have
a broken arm.

-How did we do that?
-I fell out of a tree.

You fell out of a tree? Okay.

Let's see what we can do
about that, then.

Given the protection plan,

I will have to call
social services.

And the hospital has to put this
on your file

as well as the consultation
report from this morning.

And I should warn you that
things are likely to escalate

as a result of
all three of your children

now showing indicators of abuse.

Ed and Charlotte are on the way.

You called Ed already?

I had to.

He's gonna be furious.

He won't.
I told him it was an accident.

Social services will say
that I hurt him.

Two children in the hospital.

They couldn't take the kids
and put them in foster care.

DR. COCKERILL: You're hung over.
I can smell it.

Oh, no, no, no, no. No more.

What? It's early.

Frankie and Sam,
they wandered off.

JESS: Maybe it's time to take
a break from the alcohol.

Let me be sloppy.
Let me be lazy and drunk.

Yeah, without all the comments.

You're acting
just like your mom.

Fuck off!

JESS: Liz, do you think
we could see another doctor?

DR. COCKERILL: For God's sake,
get control of your drinking.

He's been ready to go
for the last hour.

We're just waiting
to be discharged.

Okay, let me see if I can find
someone to hurry it along.

Thanks. Where's Jess?

Um, she went to grab a coffee.

I actually already said goodbye,
so is it okay if I head off?

Yeah, of course.

Oh. Thank you, Mel.

Charlotte can be me
for the night,

she's been police approved too.

I really do appreciate
everything you're doing.

Listen, Ed, when you get home,

there's something
I think you need to see.

What?

Just on the laptop,
check the search history.

-What do you mean? Why?
-Just, just check it.

Perfect, I've just managed
to thoroughly piss off

the nurse in charge,

so it looks like we're going to
be here for a lot longer

than we thought, sorry.

-See you, darling.
-Okay, babe. Take care.

Night-night.

She's had a few more seizures
this morning,

but they're all under
five minutes.

She seems to have stabilised

since Dr Cockerill
changed her medication.

Yeah.

I'll feed her.

Okay.

You're going to be home soon,
baby.

You should call Louisa.
Let her know what's going on.

Now?

You have two children
in hospital. Yes, now.

You also need to start gathering
as much evidence as you can.

We need to indemnify you.

We need to ensure
that you maintain custody

of these children
if they go after Jess.

I'm saying, this is serious.

To be quite frank,
you have to admit,

despite being married to her,
she's an enigma.

She's like an unknown quantity.

How can you really know
what she's capable of?

[Betsey crying]

LIZ: Jess, because of the nature
of Betsey's injuries,

I'm afraid social services
have been called in.

DR. COCKERILL: Sorry,
please don't pick her up.

JESS: How could you make
that call?

DR. COCKERILL: Sorry, I'm gonna
have to ask you to leave.

LUCY: You won't be able to see
your children in the meantime.

DOCTOR: They can apply

for Betsey to be placed
under a care order.

LUCY: Well, then we'll apply
to the family court.

DR. MORRIS:
Things are likely to escalate.

LIZ: I know this isn't what
you want to hear.

DOCTOR: You'll lose any say

in how you want your child
to be treated.

JESS: Threatened
to take away our sons

and put them into foster care.

DR. COCKERILL: If she doesn't
calm down, call security.

JESS: You're making it worse.

LIZ: But I couldn't give you
special treatment

just because you're my friend.

ED: If we lose Betsey, it's
going to be your fucking fault!

JESS: You're killing her!
You're killing her!

[Betsey screaming]

[monitor beeping]

Mommy's here.

[Betsey crying]

[Betsey crying]

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