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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.

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!

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.

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.

Mum!

Mummy!

Coming.

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.

- 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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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

Hi.

Let's get your I.V. started.

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?

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.

- 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.

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--

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'.

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.

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.

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!

Liz, do you think we could see another doctor?

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?

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

I'm afraid social services have been called in.

Sorry, please don't pick her up.

How could you make that call?

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

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

They can apply

for Betsey to be placed under a care order.

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

Things are likely to escalate.

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

You'll lose any say

in how you want your child to be treated.

Threatened to take away our sons

and put them into foster care.

If she doesn't calm down, call security.

You're making it worse.

But I couldn't give you special treatment

just because you're my friend.

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

You're killing her! You're killing her!

Mommy's here.