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- Cara?

Cara, are you gonna be long? I'm bursting!

- Be out in a minute.

- Hurry up! It's comin' out, yeah?

You took your time in there, hmm?

The toilet. I nearly wet myself.

- Be a shame, that.

- That's great, thanks.

So, what are you up to today?

- Group therapy and my stream later.

- Group.

More preaching from St. Jane and Pope Gregg, then.

- Probably.

- Talking can be the best route to recovery.

Absolute bullshit.

- They keep asking about you.

- Yeah? Let 'em ask.

I'm done with that. Movin' on.

- It's all right for some.

- Yeah, well that's what you get for being proper mental

instead of just a little bit.

- Oh, fuck off.

What you up to?

- Nip in to town.

- Nice.

- Yeah, get somethin' skimpy for the stream.

Oh, and a pedicure.

- Another?

- Another what?

- A pedicure. What's left for them to do?

- Gotta keep 'em nice for my gentlemen.

- Gentlemen?

- Yeah, that's all they bloody want now. Feet.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, they love 'em.

- Right?

Views gone up?

- Nah, still crappy.

But it's a marathon, not a sprint and all that.

- Mm, true.

- You should join me,

instead of that shithole you stream on.

What is it? Red Room Fans.

"Where bones meet boners."

Something wrong?

Ooh, cake sounds good.

Tell her you want six as well.

What's wrong?

- Just all this bullshit about building bridges.

- Mm, has it changed anything?

- Jane and Gregg, confronting issues

and finding peace, apparently.

- Well, just make the most of it.

Eat all the cake and then get out. Winner.

Anyway, I better get a wiggle on.

Enjoy group.

Oh, Jesus Christ, it is really starting to stink in there.

- Oh.

- Did you call the landlord?

- Yeah, of course. - And?

- He says he's got someone comin' out.

- Well, when?

- I'm not sure.

- All right, well, you need to call him again.

It's making my eyes water.

- You could always call him.

- Uh, no, I'm way too special for that.

It's below my pay grade.

- Of course.

- And that's why it's important, perhaps even essential.

Just keep communicating wherever possible.

We can't always know when something's amiss

and other people can help us with that.

It's pretty hard to remember that people

can be there for you when you need them.

Dave, is everything all right?

- Why not?

- You just seem a bit agitated

and you're not really with us.

- Well, no. No, everything's okay, thanks.

- Right, well, if there's somethin' on your mind,

you could always share it.

- No, I'm fine.

- Would you rather speak in private?

- I'm okay. Nothing to talk about.

Everything's okay.

- Okay, well my door's always open,

and better yet, we're all ears.

- Right. Gotcha!

- We've found that talking things through with a group

can be extremely beneficial for people in recovery.

And I know I tell you week in, week out

and you're probably sick and tired of hearing it.

- Now, she's right

about that last part at least. - And I know it can feel

a bit awkward, and for some of you it's still early days,

but we do all share similar experiences

and we can use those to help both ourselves and others.

- You know, I can't stand this snotty bitch.

- Shall we take a break?

And then when we come back, we can go through

our 10 coping strategies for every day, yeah?

Coffee's where it always is.

- You know, I'd really like to sort her out.

- Cara.

- Yeah?

- Just wanted a quick word.

Won't keep you a minute.

So then, how are you gettin' on?

- Fine. Why?

- You don't need to be defensive.

You've just been a bit quiet lately, so I thought I'd ask.

- Right.

- Now, I know you're not an extrovert at the best of times,

but is there something on your mind?

- Nothin' special, no.

- The daydreams?

- What?

- Are you still having your daydreams?

'Cause if you are, we could talk about them, perhaps.

- It's nothin' to talk about.

- Right.

Did you get a chance to look through the pages

I gave you last time at all?

Too busy whoring?

- What?

- Whoring. Being a whore.

Look, I know you're probably up to your neck

showing your asshole on the internet,

but even a couple of pages should have been possible.

Hey, you rude bitch, I'm talking to you.

- Why are you doing this?

- Doing what?

Anyway, let's be positive.

Pretty soon we're gonna stick you back in Sunnyside

and I won't have to look at you every week

with your face like a slapped ass and your shitty attitude.

Yep, get you back in there

so the orderlies can fuck you every night.

Mind you, at least your dad won't be able

to slip you a finger or two each time

your mum goes for a drink now, eh?

Silver linings and all that.

- I'm not going back there.

- Where?

- Sunnyside. I'm not goin' back.

- I didn't say anything about that.

Are you sure you're all right?

- I know what you're up to. It's not happenin'.

- Cara, I'm sorry, I didn't mention the hospital.

I just asked if you'd gone through

what I gave you last week.

Okay?

- Sorry, I just lost track. - It's all right. Don't worry.

It happens.

Look, go and get yourself a drink, yeah?

It's gonna be all right.

Go on.

- What is it, kid?

- Nothing. It's fine.

- Well, you better tell your face that, then, love.

It didn't get the memo.

- They're gonna send me back.

- Back where?

- Hospital.

- Nice.

- What?

- Nice. I'd love to go back there.

- You would? - Yeah, of course.

Plenty of drugs, three meals a day, more drugs.

Oh, I could think of worse ways

of seeing out my days.

- But wouldn't you miss being, like, free?

- Free.

Cara, I'm in a hostel.

They wake me up at seven in the morning.

I have to be back by seven at night.

I don't get my own money.

They search my room every bloody day.

No booze. No nothing.

Nah, it's not all it's cracked up to be.

- Sorry.

- Oh, don't be. It's life.

Had it all when I was younger.

Money, women, booze.

That went tits up, didn't it?

You know her in there?

- What about her?

- Years back, I'd have sorted her out

for the way she embarrasses me like she does now.

- Sorted out like what?

- Cut her face.

Like, not kill her, just open her up

so she'd remember to keep her mouth shut.

- You've done that?

- Maybe.

She could do with it, though.

- Why don't you then?

- What?

- Cut her. Teach her a lesson.

- With what? With this?

Might be a bit tricky.

They search me every fucking day.

No money to buy a blade.

Oh, enough of me and my nonsense.

What are you gonna do?

- I've got a plan.

- Oh?

- Well, you stick to it, love.

Don't give into these cunts.

They'll fuck you over every time!

Don't you give them a fuckin' inch!

Not one!

- Hey, it's me. Are you busy?

No, no, good.

Listen, can you meet me tomorrow?

Yeah, yeah. I'm in group.

They're gettin' ready to make their move.

No, I'm fine.

No, not today.

Uh, tomorrow morning, then?

Yeah, uh, the cafe's fine.

Yeah. I'll see you there.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

Okay, bye.

- Move, nonce.

I said get outta the fuckin' way.

- What?

That's what I thought.

- Would you mind?

- What?

- Not doing that here.

- Hello?

- Hello, Cara.

Thought you were ducking me today.

- I've just been busy. What is it, Paul?

- All right, all right, no need to be snappy.

I'm bookin' a hotel this weekend.

- So?

- What?

- Why are you telling me?

- Oh, why do you think?

Doing it for us.

- What?

- This weekend, somewhere nice.

- Paul, why?

- What? - Why?

Why are you booking a hotel?

- Don't play silly fuckers, Cara.

I'm not in the mood.

I told you last week.

- Right, you told me you wanted to.

- And I do. So I'm doing it.

- I don't want to meet at the weekend, Paul.

I told you that.

- I'm sorry, do I sound like one of your cooks begging you?

- What?

- I just wasn't sure there for a minute.

Sounded like you were saying no.

- I am saying no, Paul.

- No, no, no, no. Stop it.

You're saying, "Yes, Paul. That'll be lovely.

Pick me up Friday and take me to the hotel

where you can fuck my brains out."

- What are you talkin' about?

- I pay you a lotta money, Cara.

And I'm not asking ya, I'm fuckin' tellin' ya.

All that money, all them pictures, all them texts.

We're doing it. - I'm sorry, but-

- Don't you interrupt me, cunt.

Don't you ever fuckin' do that.

You know, you need to get this straight

in your fuckin' head.

I'm bookin' a hotel this weekend for us, all right?

- Okay. - Okay?

- Okay. This weekend, yeah.

- No fuckin' about, all right?

- No. No fuckin' about.

- Good girl.

Now tell me.

- What?

- What a filthy little whore you are.

- I'm a filthy little whore.

- You're my filthy little whore.

- I'm your filthy little whore.

- I'll be on late to watch ya.

You make it special for me,

and I'll make it special for you this weekend.

- You don't have to do that, you know.

- What?

- You don't have to do those things with whoever that was.

- I don't know what you're talkin' about.

- You do you.

Suppose it comes with the territory of being a,

what was it?

Oh yeah, a filthy little prozzie.

- I don't- - Look at you,

showing your twat to that dirty bastard

every couple of days just for a few quid.

And for what?

Some stupid fuckin' plan

that's obviously not gonna work.

- You don't know what you're talkin' about.

- I'm just saying you're better than that.

You are so much more than that.

Don't let him treat you like this.

- Mind your own business, you nosy cunt.

- Oh my God.

You're fuckin' mental, you.

You should be locked up!

- Mm-kay, one last one.

- Oh goody.

It's Cara Tomlinson, isn't it?

- Good guess.

- Call it intuition. Makes me sound better.

What's going on here, then?

- Okay, well, going back over the last two or three weeks

she's been withdrawing again.

- Okay.

- And the episodes of maladaptive daydreaming

are becoming more frequent.

- It's not terribly unusual, I suppose.

What's troubling you about that?

- The frequency.

But today there was something else.

- Oh?

- I had to chat with her about how she was feeling

and if there were any problems she wanted to talk about.

- Oh, I bet that went well.

- She sort of drifted away while I was talking to her.

It's like, I don't know, like she was hearing something

other than what I was saying.

Huh.

- And then she suddenly said

she wasn't going back to the hospital.

- The hospital? - Mm.

- Did you mention the hospital?

- Of course not. - You didn't?

- No, she just sort of came round,

adamant she wasn't going back.

I'm just concerned that she's going back into-

- Yeah, psychosis.

- Yeah.

- Have you spoken to her mother?

- Yeah, they're meant to be seeing each other tomorrow.

- Okay. Right. Tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm going to pop over, no. Shit, I can't.

- Oh, what?

- I've got that bloody conference in Derby.

- Oh, I can go.

- No, no, you don't have to do that.

Listen, do me a massive favor.

Call Cara's mother and see if we can

go and see her on Friday.

I mean, she won't come here,

but, you know, there's a chance

we might be able to go and see her.

- Yeah, sure. I'll call her in the morning.

- Right, are we done here now?

- Yeah, all done.

- Okay, hallelujah.

Right, let's get out before they find us

something else to do.

I'm parched. You coming? - Oh yeah.

- A stupid question, really.

- Hey, babe.

- Hiya. I'm gonna be leaving in a few?

Do you need anything bringing back?

- Not really.

I was thinking we could get a pizza later and watch telly.

- Well, I'm gonna be working tonight,

but I'll bring a couple of pizzas when I get in.

- Working.

You need a night off?

- Not now, Julie.

- Well, it's not fair, is it? You work all hours as it is.

- Well, there's nothing I can do, is there?

I need to get stuff finished.

Do you need anything bringing in?

- I really wanted us to chill tonight.

It's been ages.

- Okay, but do you need anything else?

- It's that woman you work for, you know.

They don't deserve ya.

- Julie, will you shut your fucking mouth for one minute?

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

- If you wanna pan her, wait until I get in.

But for now, is there anything you need?

- No. No, I'm all right.

Thanks, babe.

And I'm sorry. I just worry that-

- Julie, I honestly don't fuckin' care.

If you wanna pay for the house and the bills

and whatever you're stuffing

down your fat fucking trap, do it.

Until then, leave it.

- Okay, I'm sorry.

- Right. Bye.

- Let's see what's on the menu tonight.

It's just me, you, and my fucking fetishes.

So let's go.

Okay, what's this bitch doin'?

- I hope you boys are ready to tell me what you want.

- Oh, yes, I am.

- Best get those tips in, guys.

That's it?

- Fuck's sake.

- That's better.

Now, what do we want tonight, boys?

- Get that big dildo in ya.

- This one?

- Yeah, that one.

- And what do you want me to do with it, Paul?

- I want you to get it and stick it right in.

- You want that, Gavin?

- Oh, fuck him. Just get on with it.

- Show us the tuppence. Quick.

- That's right. Finger your pussy.

- Quick.

It's getting sore.

- Put some effort into it, fuck.

I've seen bowling balls take more fingers than that.

- We've come everywhere. Oh!

- Oh, man.

- Fuck this.

- What the fuckin' hell is this?

Oh, you cunt. You thieving cunt.

What? - You okay?

- Of course I'm not fuckin' okay. Go to bed.

- Daddy. Daddy.

I love you, Daddy. I love you, Daddy.

Daddy. Daddy.

Daddy? Daddy?

Daddy? Daddy?

- It's all for you, Cara.

- Ash.

Ash, what is it?

What's wrong?

- Everything.

It's all wrong.

It's so hard.

None of it makes sense.

- I don't understand.

Please tell me.

Go on.

- I'm dead, Cara.

- That doesn't make sense.

- Doesn't it?

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not doing anything.

I'm just dead.

- You're not dead.

- I am dead, Cara.

- Dead people don't talk, Ash.

- I am dead, Cara.

You just can't see it.

- Look, it's gonna be okay.

- Is it?

- Yes.

It's always worse at night, isn't it?

Everything's worse at night.

Okay, it's gonna be okay.

- Nothing's gonna be okay.

Can't you feel it?

Nothing's gonna be okay ever again.

- Yes it is.

Okay? I promise.

You can't make that promise, Cara.

- Why?

- They're gonna lock you up again, aren't they?

- No, that's not happening.

- They always get what they want.

- Yeah, well not this time.

- But it could happen, couldn't it?

And then what?

When you're locked up in there

and I'm out here on my own.

- I'm not goin' Ash. I'm not goin'.

Okay? And everything's gonna be better.

I'll make sure of it.

- Is it?

- Yes. I promise.

Trust me.

- I wish I could trust you,

but I can't.

- Cara.

- Hi ya.

- What's wrong?

- Huh?

- You look drained.

- Oh, thanks.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-

- It's fine.

Look, I just didn't sleep well.

- What happened last night with the stream, I mean?

- Just didn't wanna do it.

- Do you want anything?

- Yeah. A sandwich and a tea.

- No problem.

- Do you need money?

- No. I got this.

Breakfast sandwich and a coffee, please.

- Right.

- Problem?

- Maybe.

What do you reckon, Col?

Nah, no problem, love.

- He'll drop it over when it's ready.

- Thanks.

- It's good to see you, Cara.

- You, too.

- You look beautiful.

- They're getting ready, John.

- Okay.

- I'm not going back.

- I know.

- Have you got everything?

- Pretty much.

When?

- Next couple of days.

- No problem.

Just gimme a shout when you need the van, okay?

- I will. Thanks.

- I just need the little boy's room.

- There you go, love. Anything else I can get you?

- No thanks.

- You're all sorted?

- Pardon?

Somebody's sat there.

- You cracked it, then, the plan?

You got it all sorted.

- I don't...

What?

- It probably won't work anyway, you know.

I mean, something's bound to go tits up.

You're a fuck up and he's, well,

he's completely fucking mental.

Yeah, what are the odds, hmm?

- What do you think?

- Well, I'd say you need a lot of luck

to go your way, don't you?

You need that fuckin' nut job to get it right first time.

And you don't even know what he wants, do you?

- He's doing it for me.

- Oh, is he? Right, okay.

Fair enough.

Uh, I'll take your word for it.

- He's doing it because he loves me.

- Okay.

Well let's just hope he doesn't find out

that you're not exactly in love with him, then.

- It doesn't matter. He loves me.

- Well, okay, let's take that thread.

Let's say he's okay.

He doesn't pop a fuse or anything,

but still, you need a plan B.

Something to fall back on.

Have you ever considered

just taking all the pills in the flat?

Take them all, num, num, num, num, num.

Mm, nice and easy.

- No.

- Peace, quiet. No more problems.

- No, that's not how this goes.

- But it could. Maybe it should.

There's more guarantee of success than your idea.

- No, that's not how this is happening. Stop.

- What's up?

- I just asked if there was anything else she wanted.

- She doesn't.

- Okay, it's just that she went a bit funny, huh?

- She's fine. Go on.

- Should I get her a glass of water?

- Go on now.

- All right.

- You all right?

- Yeah. I was just daydreaming.

- Okay.

- Are you sure you're okay with this?

- Of course. It's all I want.

- Okay, me, too. Thanks.

- I'd do anything for you.

- Is it gonna work?

- It's going to work.

It's all going to work perfectly.

- Okay. I better go.

- Do you not want that?

- Knock yourself out.

- What?

- Just checking that everything's okay.

- Everything's great. Now fuck off.

- Cara, love.

Come on. Come in, come in.

Lovely to see you, Cara.

- Yeah.

- How are you and Ashley gettin' on?

- Fine. - Good.

Be nice to see Ashley as well sometime, perhaps.

- Yeah.

Before anything,

I had a call from Dr. Wilson just before.

- What?

- He says he's been trying to call you.

- I hadn't noticed.

- Mentioned he wanted to chat

and asked if I could see if you could see him?

- When? - Tomorrow.

- Where?

- He says he can go to your flat.

- No.

- Cara, come on. He said it's just a chat.

Checking in on how you're doing.

Nothin' terrible.

- No, I mean he can't... It's not good at mine.

- Why?

- The drains blocked or somethin'. It stinks.

- Is it bad?

- Yeah.

- Have you spoken to the landlord?

I could give him a call if you want.

- I've called him. Someone's comin' out.

- When?

- I don't know.

- Well, you need to get back onto them.

You can't be living like that.

- Right. Okay, I will.

- Why don't you stay here, just till it's fixed, I mean.

- That's not a good idea.

- Of course it is.

Stay here till it's fixed.

You can see Dr. Wilson here.

Ask Ashley as well if you want.

There's plenty of room. It's no problem.

- If you're sure it's no trouble?

- Not at all. That's wonderful.

- Okay, yeah. That works.

- Would you like a lift round to get some of your things?

- No, it's fine.

- It's no bother.

Gemma's coming round to sit with your dad soon,

so I can nip you round.

- No, like I said, I'll come round tomorrow.

Oh, why not just go

and grab some of your things today?

I don't like the idea of you living with blocked drains.

It's not hygienic.

- I said tomorrow. I've got things to do.

- Aye. Sorry.

I just worry, you know?

- Yeah.

Here's me gassin', I forgot the cake. One sec.

- What's wrong with him?

- Your dad? He's fine, why?

- Just makin' a noise.

- Oh, he sometimes does that.

Have you got a sore throat?

- Mm, it's fine.

I'm just goin' out for a sec.

- Don't leave your dimp on the floor.

- Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Hi, Sam, it's me.

- Hi, babe, it's all right.

Yeah, yeah, good to hear from ya, yeah.

What?

Oh yeah, yeah. No, no, definitely, yeah.

No problem.

Tonight?

Eh, I can try. I'll call the man and sort it.

Yeah, I'll text ya.

Okay.

You gonna come around mine after, yeah?

Nice.

All right. Laters.

All right, Col. It's Sam.

Sam. Sam Oatley.

Yeah, yeah, listen.

I need Benny to sort me out with something special.

- Hey, Cara. You're not here today, are you?

You know what I mean?

- No, Dave, I'm not here.

I'm definitely not here giving you this.

- What's this?

- A present.

- Present?

What's this for?

- It's for you.

- Why?

- Call it a going away present.

Think it's time to move on.

- You're gettin' out. - I am.

- Good for you. Good for you.

Hey, you want some?

Sorry about you moving on from this shit.

- No, Dave, it's all for you.

- Ah! Oh, that's so good.

So good.

I'll save it for later.

- You might not want to.

- Why's that?

- Look in the bag.

- You know what I think?

- What?

- I think I'm gonna finish my drink

and then I'm going inside

and gonna take care of business.

That's what I think.

- I think that's a good idea.

- Oh. Thank you, love.

- Good luck, Dave.

- Cara, take your chances, love.

You don't get many.

- John? It's me.

Yeah, yeah, everything's fine.

Listen, it has to be tomorrow.

Yeah, the doctor's there and everything.

Yeah, about 11.

Okay. Okay, bye.

Bye.

- There she is.

- Still five minutes till we start, Dave.

Sit down if you like, though.

- Don't mind if I do.

- Everything all right?

- Me? Ah, fine.

Top of the world.

- Dave, have you been drinking?

- Always with the questions, eh?

Well, yeah. Yeah, I have.

- Do you wanna tell me where you got it?

- An angel. An angel from heaven.

- Does this angel have a name?

- I'm not a grass.

- Dave, this isn't good for you.

The last thing we need is a relapse, isn't it?

- We?

- Yeah, okay, you. Sorry.

Just tell me where you got it.

No one's helping you by giving you booze.

- Oh, I don't think you're right about that.

- Oh?

- It's like the fog's lifting, Jane.

All the years have fallen away.

All this time with cunts like you and Wilson

telling me what to do.

I'd forgotten.

- Forgotten what?

- Who I am. Who I was.

What I am.

- Right, you're gonna go back to the hostel,

sleep this off, and we'll talk tomorrow with Dr. Wilson.

- Jane? - Yes.

- Put the fucking phone away.

- I'm calling Brian to take you home.

- Put the fucking phone away now, Jane.

I ain't finished.

Do you know what we used to do to a grass?

- Dave, I don't know what you're talking about.

- Do you know what we used to a grass?

- What's that?

- Ah.

- There she is.

Oh, hello. - Did you get it sorted?

- Yeah, of course I did.

- Okay, let's go then.

- But listen, these guys we're seeing,

they're not my usual people.

- Okay.

- These are some freaky people, yeah?

- Fine.

- All right.

You sure about this?

- I'm sure. Let's go.

- Okay. Back to mine later?

- Yeah, of course.

- Nice.

But listen, don't talk to these guys, okay?

No matter what they say, keep it quiet, please.

- Don't worry, Sammy.

- Yeah, no worries.

- He's only went and ate the fuckin' banana on it.

Like right out of her.

That's why he's got that sore thing on his lip, man.

- Nice.

Who are we waiting on?

- Um, just Sam, I think.

Tony's comin' for them coats later.

Oh, and Barry's not coming now.

Something to do with his missus or something.

- Right.

- Fuckin' moody, that innit?

- Not our problem, mate. - Nope.

- Go and grab us a kebab, boy. I'm fuckin' starvin'.

- Yeah, I'll go soon as Sam comes.

- No, I'll sort this.

You go and grab us one. Go on.

- All right, what do you want?

- Um, get us a döner on naan.

- Okay.

- And some hot sauce as well, yeah?

- Yeah, cool.

- Some yogurt.

- No problem.

- No salad, though.

- Sweet.

- Good.

Don't want the shits.

- What?

- The shits, Col.

You get 'em from eatin' the salad.

- Oh, right.

- What?

Well they don't wash it properly, do they?

They're stood there all day scratchin' their ass

and then touchin' it with their dirty hands.

Full of flies and that. So no salad.

- Okay, Ben. No salad.

- Crack on.

- Hi, Col. - Sammy.

- Oh, hello.

- Benny, how you doin', mate?

- I'm good, Sammy. I'm good.

- Right, okay. You got the gear?

- I've always got the gear, Sammy. You know that.

- Okay. Can I have it, then?

- Where do I know you from?

No, really, where do I know you from?

- I don't know.

- Huh. No, no, no.

I do.

I know.

You were in the café with the nonce.

- What?

- What are you up to, Sammy?

- What?

- Do you think I'm fuckin' stupid?

- Benny, what, mate?

- I am not your mate, Sammy.

And I asked you a question.

- Hey, what's going on?

- Well?

- I don't know what you're talkin' about, mate.

I mean, Benny.

- You don't?

All right.

So you come in here and you wanna buy that

and you bring her with you.

Do you think I'm a fucking idiot?

Don't bring that anywhere near me again, lad.

And if you're hanging out the back of it,

don't come near me again until you're shot of it.

Do you understand?

- Look, whatever it is, you've got it wrong.

- Have I?

Do you think I've got it wrong?

Well?

We sat there with the fucking nonce

and now you wanna buy this gear.

So have I got it wrong?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Nobody knows what I'm fucking talking about!

That's amazing, that.

Sammy, get this cunt and fuck off right now.

- Benny, come on.

- I'm not gonna ask you again.

Don't bring her back.

- Okay, sorry.

- No, I want the stuff. - No, no, just come on.

- No, I need it.

- What you need is to leave. Now.

- No, I want that stuff.

Now, come on. I'll pay more.

- Pay more?

- What do you want?

- Fuck off.

You stupid cunt.

Stupid fucking cunt.

You're fucking dead.

- Oh shit. You fucking killed him!

Get the stuff.

- What?

- Get the fucking stuff!

- Are you fucking mental?

You killed him. We're fucked.

- We need to get the fucking stuff and go!

- Where? Where are we gonna go?

- Just anywhere, let's go!

- John, I need your help.

- Come in.

- I fucked up, John. - Get in.

What's going on?

- Mate, we're fucked.

- Okay, stop. What's happened?

- I went to get the gear-

- I didn't fuckin' ask you.

Cara.

- I went to go get the stuff, and I don't know,

it just went wrong.

He started hitting me and then Sammy,

and then I hit him with a bottle and I stabbed him.

- Stabbed him?

- In the neck. He's dead.

- Right. Did anyone see you?

- Mate, she stabbed a drug dealer in the fucking neck.

He's dead and his people are gonna be looking for us now.

She's dead. She stabbed him.

- I don't know who the fuck you are, mate,

but I need you to shut up and right now.

Now sit down and not another fuckin' word, okay?

- No, I need to get going. - Sit down and shut up!

Doesn't matter.

- I killed him, though.

- But it doesn't matter.

- Oh God, he had another person with him.

I've seen them before.

- Cara, none of this matters.

Just take a breath.

Breathe.

Did you get what you need?

- Yeah.

- Then everything's okay.

- Okay? In what fuckin' universe is any of this all right?

- Another word from you and I will end you myself!

- Okay.

- Okay?

- Okay. Yeah, I'm good.

- Good.

What do you wanna do?

Do you wanna stay here?

- No, no. I can't.

I'm gonna go to the flat.

- Do they know where you live?

- I don't think so.

I'll pick up some stuff and go to my folks' for the night.

- You sure?

- I'm sure.

- Then everything's still okay.

- I need to get going.

They're gonna be around at mine already.

- You're gonna stay here for a while.

- Nah, am I fuck.

- Sam, look, it's fine.

They're not gonna find ya here, are they?

- No.

- Do you need me to call you a taxi?

- No, no, it's fine. I'll sort it.

- Okay. Then me and Sam are gonna stay here.

You gimme a call when you're sorted.

- Okay, thanks. Thanks, John.

- No problem. Go on.

- Will you call me later?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Look, Benny saw her with a PO or somethin'.

What the fuck is she up to?

We need to call the police, okay?

It's self-defense and that, okay?

She's lost it. Yeah?

- Yeah. Let's get you patched up first, yeah?

Some plasters and stuff in the bag.

Help yourself.

I'll put the kettle on.

- I can't see anything in there, mate.

- Doesn't matter now.

- It's me.

- I was gonna get up and see you, but I couldn't.

I'm struggling a bit, Cara.

Can't move.

- What's wrong? Should I call a doctor?

- No. No doctors.

You're leaving.

- Just for a few days.

- You're leaving me.

- No, I'm just going to my folks' for a few days.

Got things to sort out.

- So you are leaving?

- No, Ash. Just for a day or two, honest.

- I don't think so, Cara.

I don't think you're coming back.

- Of course I'm coming back. This is my home.

- I'll miss you.

- Come on, Ash.

- I'll miss you, Cara.

- I'll miss you, too.

- I knew you'd be leaving.

It's all finished, isn't it?

- Oh stop it, Ash. You'll get me all upset.

- I'm sorry, Cara.

Hush now.

I'm sorry.

- I'm the one who should be sorry.

I don't want any of this.

I should have looked after you.

- It's not your fault.

- It is, though. I didn't listen, did I?

- I love you, Cara.

- I love you, too.

- So is it that bad?

- Yeah, I couldn't stay. Thanks.

- It's fine.

Did Ashley not want to stay, then?

- She's staying with her boyfriend.

- That's nice.

Oh, we can go and see the landlord

after we've finished with the doctor.

Get it all sorted.

- Okay.

- Well, I'll give your tea a brew.

If you're peckish, there's food in.

I'm going to bed.

I want to get it all cleaned round in the morning.

Oh, Gemma's comin' in to take your dad out

for a bit while we talk to the doctor.

- Right. No problem.

- Unless it's pissin' down, obviously.

- Obviously.

- All right.

Goodnight, love.

- Goodnight.

- Right then. Paul.

- Hey, Cara.

I've missed ya, love.

Be still, my baby girl.

94 days.

You've been a good baby girl.

Let's have a check, hey?

You're fuckin' wet, baby girl.

Are you wet for Daddy?

Daddy wants special cuddles.

Your face, my pantsies.

- Cara?

God, love, what's wrong?

- Keep him out of my room.

- Huh?

- Keep him out of my fucking room.

- Love, I don't understand. He doesn't get up.

- Fuck off. Just keep him out.

- I will, love. I promise.

- You've promised before.

- Huh?

Jesus fucking Christ.

- Julie, have you seen my wallet? Julie!

- Paul!

- It's all right, I've got it.

- Paul!

- Fuck, and of all the days to oversleep.

What?

- Look at your phone, Paul.

- Julie, I haven't got time.

- Look at your fucking phone.

- Who you talking to? - Look at your fucking phone.

- Hundred notifications. What the fuck?

- Read one.

Kids.

I knew you messed about, but kids?

How could ya? - Hey, it's bollocks.

- Bollocks?

It's all over social media, emails.

Your work have even been calling me.

- Well it's not true. It's fucking bollocks.

- All the messages are there, love.

Along with pictures of your fucking bollocks,

you dirty bastard.

- That fucking bitch.

- What?

- That filthy fucking bitch did this.

Mind out, love. Gimme my keys.

- No, I'm not going anywhere until you give some answers.

- Give me the keys.

- No! No! - I need to fuckin'

sort this, Julie. - No! I'm going to my mother's.

- I don't give, I don't- - I'm gonna tell her that you

really are a piece of shit! - Don't fuckin' care!

You ever put your fucking hands on me like that again!

You stupid bitch.

You need to sort yourself out.

I'll deal with you when I get back.

And you ever try anything like that again,

I'll chop your fucking tits off.

Thanks, Gemma.

- No problem.

I'll take him down to the memorial and the park.

- Okay. - Right then.

All right, come on, Michael.

Lovely to see you, Cara.

- You're perky this morning.

- Perky, that's me.

- You slept well?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Good.

Great, well, you get yourself through to the kitchen.

I want to clean up.

Don't want Dr. Wilson thinking

that we will live in a mitten.

- No, we wouldn't want that.

John?

Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine.

Look, the doctor will be here in a bit,

so I think 12 or half past would be good.

Can you make that?

- Of course.

Van's ready.

I'll just get finished up here.

Won't take long.

- There's something else.

- What?

- My dad's out with his carer.

They could get back when you're here.

- It's fine.

- Are you sure?

We can try and figure it out

so that she's gone or something?

- No. It's fine.

Just get sorted here.

- Right.

Did you take care of Sam?

- Sam?

Oh yeah. No problem.

- Okay. See you in a bit, then.

It's actually happening.

- It is.

- Okay. Bye.

- Cara, are you in there?

Are you in there, bitch?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Fucking got ya.

- Hello. Come in, come in. - Hello, Mrs. Tomlinson.

How are you?

- I'm good, thanks. Are you?

- Jolly good, yup. I'm fine, thank you.

Oh, hello, Cara.

- Would you like a drink? Tea, coffee?

- No, thank you.

I've literally just had one, but thanks anyway.

- Don't mention it. Let me know if you change your mind.

- Yes, certainly will.

So, Cara, first things first.

How are you feeling today?

- Fine.

- Good.

Listen, mostly I just wanted to see you

because Jane's flagged up a couple of things

and I thought it would be good for us to talk about it.

- Where is she?

- Jane?

Well, she won't be joining us today.

She's feeling a little bit under the weather.

Right, are you still taking your medication?

- Yep.

- Yep. Not skipping any, though?

- Nope.

- No. All right.

Jane mentioned daydreams to me.

Now, you haven't mentioned these to me for a while.

Are they coming more frequently, I mean more often?

- You didn't tell me you were dreaming again, love.

You should have told me.

- So, um, as you know, the daydreams themselves

are not a problem.

So, if they were becoming more frequent,

it really wouldn't hurt to tell me.

- They're not. It's fine.

- Okay.

Not feeling any problems relating to people

or situations, hmm?

I know we've spoken about this before.

- Like I told you, it's fine.

Everything's been okay.

- Well, I'm delighted to hear that.

Jane, of course, did notice

that you are withdrawing quite a bit, more and more.

Is there anything in particular

that might cause you to be doing this?

- You're the doctor.

- Now, Cara.

- Sorry, no, I can't think of anything.

Do you want to know the truth?

- Yes, actually, I'd love to know the truth.

- I get bored in group.

- Right.

- Yeah, it's just the same thing every week

and I get bored so I just...

- You tune it out.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Well, that's fair enough.

Don't blame you at all.

- Can I make you a drink?

- No, I'm okay. Thanks.

- Come on, I'm having one. Go on.

- Go on. Go on, go on, go on.

It's like that lady from "Father Ted."

You know the comedy on television?

"Go on. Go on, go on."

No? All right.

I'll have a tea.

- How do you take it?

- Milk and two sugars, please.

- Why don't I get the drinks

and you two can carry on talking?

- No, it's fine. I want to.

Are you having one, Mum?

- Yeah. Thanks.

She came into our room last night.

- Excuse me?

- She came into our room last night

and said something about keeping her dad out of her room.

She was quite aggressive with it.

- Really?

- Michael can't go anywhere anyway.

- Oh, quite.

- Oh, thanks, love.

- Thank you. Lovely.

- Yep, perfect. Thank you.

Well, I think that is that.

Well thank you very much for talking to me today, Cara.

I appreciate it very much.

- So what now?

- Well, I think we just carry on as normal.

You know, you keep going to group

and we just see what happens.

- What happened to Jane?

- Happened?

I didn't actually say anything happened.

- Scarred for life?

- Why would you say that?

What do you know about being scarred for life?

- I gave Dave the knife.

- What? You did what?

- I know what you're up to. I'm not stupid.

- Cara, what are you talking about?

- Aye.

- I know what you're all plannin'.

- I don't understand.

- What?

- Do you think I don't know?

- What?

- All this messing about and stupid questions.

Did you believe I'd let you send me back there?

- Back where?

- Sunnyside.

- Cara, nobody has any intention

of sending you there or anywhere else?

- Sorry, did you think I'd let any of you get away with it?

That I'd let you send me back there

so they could carry on fucking me and playin' with my head?

- What have you done and why Jane?

- Because I wanted to.

She got off lightly, though. You won't.

- What?

- How was your tea?

- What have you done?

- Did it work?

- Yeah. Come through.

- How long will they be out?

- Honestly, I have no idea.

- All right.

I'll get them strapped up just in case

and get them into the van.

- This is amazing.

- Yeah. Gimme a hand.

- Fuck, it's Gemma with my dad.

- Shh, shh, shh.

- Okay, just a little more. There.

There we go.

That's it. Okay.

- Cara?

- Get some tape out of the bag and let's get moving.

Here we go.

Cara? Cara, are you all right?

- What? Yeah, yeah, fine.

I feel happy, you know?

Like we're really about to finish it.

- Okay, let's get them inside.

- John?

- Yes?

- Can I use your bath?

- Bath?

- Yeah. Please?

I need to get ready.

- Ready? Yeah, of course, yeah.

- You don't mind?

- Why would I mind?

Listen, you go and have a bath, get ready,

and I'll sort everything downstairs.

You sure?

- Sure?

- Are you sure you want to do this?

There's no turning back.

- Why would I turn back?

I'm really free, John.

- Yes.

- Dream on.

The queen is free.

No longer your experiment.

No longer your prisoner.

No longer your hole to fill.

You are a witness.

Today, today. I'm free, I'm free.

Free of your chains. Free of your chains.

Free of your, free of your,

of your, of your, of your...

- Cara? Cara, Cara.

- They're all still asleep.

- Yeah.

- Shit.

- How much did you give them?

- Only a few drops.

Why is Sam here?

- He was a risk. I sorted it.

We can wait.

- What?

- We can wait until they wake up if you want.

- Everyone will stop watching.

- Then we do this.

Cara.

Stay with me, Cara.

Stay with me.

- Yeah.

Mm.

- It's okay.

Gimme the knife. It's okay.

- I'm sorry. I don't know why.

- It's fine. Give it to me.

- You should have been my mother.

I'm free.

- You are.

- Finally free.

We did it.

- Yes.

- Thank you, John. I love you.

- I love you, too, Cara. I always have.

I love you, Cara.

- Please, please.

I won't tell anybody.

Please.

We can call an ambulance service.

Or just let me go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Please, I won't tell anyone.

Please, please.

No, no, no, no. No, no, no.

I swear. I promise.

Please, I can help with everything.

Please. Please.

Please.

Please. Please.

- No! No!