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I can't.

I've just washed my hands.

He touched it!

I thought you said that it's cold.

You wouldn't watch your legs with that stuff.

Hey, she shaves. All over.

Are you sure it's not a bug?

Give her an LL, will you? Only about five minutes.

See you, Peggy, today. We've got a groom, haven't we?

Phone call.

Your wife.

Who's your wife?

Hey, Midget.

No, it's a Terry.

Make it sharpish, Max. Head him back.

Terry? Anne?

Look, you know, I'm at work, you know. You'll get me crucified.

I just needed to talk to you.

Look, tell you, I'm scared. We've had a new roof put on and the money's been

tight, so I can't lend you anything, you know.

I just needed to hear your voice.

Why, what's up?

Nothing's up.

Don't be daft. Nothing.

Hey, I know people say it's bad when the first person you want to talk to is

your brother, but I do.

Just do. I often do.

You said that?

Talking figuratively.

Oh, right, figuratively, right, cos if we use no -level words, they need a bit

of warning, you know.

You know when I said I was getting a job in that insurance firm?

Yeah, well, I did.

They loved me.

Everybody loved me.

I mean, they went bust, didn't they?

When was that?

A month after I started.

Yeah, well, you haven't rung for 12 months, have you? I'm a bit out of the

you know.

You haven't rung me.

Well, none of your numbers work.

Oh, right.

Anyway, I got doled, so it wasn't too bad.

I painted the flat.

You remember that three -piece suite Janine had? Well, she let me have it,

you know, things were okay, you know. I managed in that.

Now I'm the legal secretary for Calvert Solicitors.

Boring as shit, but they like me, so I'll probably make it worth my while

staying.

You've come around for so many dinners, you never turned up and had my phone to

apologise.

I'm sorry.

You know, you're on the sense of birthday card, and you could have been

all I know.

Ryan, I'm really sorry. I just... Come on, you know, I didn't say that to sting

you. It's just... I miss you, that's all, you know.

Look, Terry, I've got to go, you know. You're going to give me a bollocking

anyway.

Hang on a minute. Terry, look.

Where are you ringing from?

Mobile. Yeah, well, give us your latest number, quick.

07...

811 -457.

You left tomorrow's pastry in the oven. It's bugging now.

Can't freeze it.

Well, I'll stay behind and soak that later. Don't worry.

Oi, where now?

Selling the same flat. Except, you know, that little bathroom and landing. Well,

that's all mine now.

Are you still banging that guy from housing?

No. Left him ages back.

Pay him full rent, eh?

Bit grown up, innit?

No.

I know you're not a fan of Imogen, but you know she likes you.

My name's Jennifer.

Shake your head.

You don't want me to do that.

Terry?

Imogen's all right.

I just lined her up.

Me more than anyone.

Shake your head if you don't want me to do that.

Lydia, are you?

I love you.

And I miss you.

And I'm really sorry, okay?

She, er... She said she'd got some new furniture and decorated the flat and...

Well, she didn't really say anything.

Did she indicate that she wanted something from you?

Or make any requests for help?

No, she said she would... No, she didn't.

Thank you. You missed that down.

Could you state for the court your relationship with Teresa Rothwell?

I've been her GP for almost two years.

And in her recent medical history, was there any indication of intent to harm

herself? No, but she came to see me in January feeling depressed.

I referred her to the Red House for psychotherapeutic assessment.

But she failed to attend the appointments.

But she maintained contact with you?

About five days.

Did you form an opinion as to the cause of her complaint?

I didn't. She did.

It was a form of postpartum depression.

She'd agreed to have her baby adopted at birth, two and a half months ago.

Hey, where's the baby now?

I'm sorry, I don't... Never shed a baby. I need to know where it is. I'm really

sorry. I don't have that kind of information.

Yeah, but someone like you could find out, couldn't you? I don't have the

authority to request that kind of information. So all you're interested in

what her brain looks like at the post -mortem, eh?

I know it's distressing, and I'm sorry... I didn't need to hear all that!

Mr. Rothwell, the facts were crucial to arrive at a judgment. She jumped!

What else do we need to know?

Can we find Mr. Rothwell a hot drink?

Please, sit down.

No, look, I'm fine. I am fine, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Come on, let's go.

Take unto himself the soul of our dear sister, Heidi Barker.

We therefore commit her body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

to dust.

In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through

Jesus Christ.

She'll change the body of our lowest state, which may be like her.

I'll sort the kids out. You go and rescue your sister.

We'll get some food down for Annie.

It'd be a lot healthier getting pissed.

Are you Terry's mate?

Since when?

She works with us.

Calvert's.

They're solicitors.

Tech girl, check out.

Sorry, I'm Franny. Her brother.

Did you know she was pregnant?

God. Oh, no.

I don't know why she dived.

Did she lose it? No.

It was born November 3rd, so what's that?

Cancer?

Sagittarius? She only started working with us beginning of this year.

Did she have a bloke?

Not really.

Well, it was not really.

Thank you.

I'm Teddy's brother. I want to work with him. Not impressed.

Get off, mate!

I'll kill you! Get off, mate!

Get off!

All right, mate.

How is it?

Not bad, yeah. I just should know better.

How long have I been doing this job then?

You're back from work too soon.

Says who?

Anybody with a brain.

I've got three brother -in -laws.

You're the only one I work with, and the one I know least about, so how do you

work that out?

That's fair enough. The others are closer to your age.

Like, I got loads in coming, a couple of wide boys.

They avoid them.

Is that what you're on about?

Last time I asked you about your Terry, you said, oh, yeah, great, took her out

for a drink Friday, good form. No, I didn't. Yeah, you did.

And you hadn't spoken to her for the best part of a year.

What's that to you?

Well, I'd rather have known that than the opposite.

Everything's always, oh, yeah, great in your house.

The rest of us have problems with kids or mortgages or money or work, but

always, ah, no, it's fine, so it's pointless asking.

I didn't even know you and Imogen were having problems with babies until I

out at work. It's not for discussion.

Do I come across as somebody who's not trustable?

Connected by marriage, Barney. It's not compulsory to like each other.

Ah, jeez. Not that I don't.

Look, I just want you to know this.

I know when to keep my mouth shut.

What are you and Lynn doing tonight?

We're in.

Can you get Alfred to ring?

I can ring Lynn.

See if she'll get Mum to babysit.

How should I know?

We've never been in here.

Get that one out.

He's always doing that. It drives me mad.

What's it got?

A rustic. If you want one, just have one.

It's much more than it's worth.

Keep an eye out.

I swear, I don't know anyone with a bad word against Terry who used to ruin a

guy.

Once, when we were at college, big mistake.

Hers, not mine.

She was used to better.

Did she tell you that? I bet she did.

She was. She did.

You all right?

Yeah, fine.

I meant him.

My brother -in -law.

Hiya. Yeah, we're fine now, we're fine.

We just ended up good mates.

I'm not the one who got her pregnant, if that's what you're asking. But you know

we did.

Jason Woods.

Oh, we're going to find her.

All right, but you didn't get this off me.

Oh, is that a bit of oil on the deck there?

Right.

I'm a police officer, yeah? You?

You just lost your licence. Oh, that's bad luck, eh? No, mate, that is not bad

luck. That is lunatic driving.

Look at the state of my bloody car!

You say goodbye to your licence, pal. Is it Jason?

What? Oh, yeah.

Bloody hell, it's PC Jason Wood. Do I know you?

Come on. Come on.

Hey.

Message from beyond.

Terry says.

Thanks for the fuck.

Came about the baby. Great to see you at the funeral.

Star guy, eh?

Who are you?

Franny. Brother.

Yeah. Pull up in the cavalry. Let's talk to your boss. Go on.

I started to smack you. You did?

Point to law, you smack me side on and you'll pay for that, Jason.

With the baby now?

Yeah.

I'm proud to say that she's my buttercup. I'm in love.

I'm all she got.

Please, your attention for just a small moment.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. I'd like to take this opportunity to explain

you that we have a lovely couple here tonight celebrating an anniversary.

Congratulations, please.

Let's put your hands together. Here we go.

Thank you.

Congratulations.

My wife.

Maybe I'll entreat you.

This is not as easy on a full stomach.

Give it another ten minutes.

Cheers.

Sit up.

I haven't done 20 minutes yet.

Oh, sit up.

I went into social services today.

Went to find where Terry's baby had ended up.

Why didn't you tell me?

They said they couldn't disclose anything yet.

I said that baby's family and I have a right to meet him.

How do you know it's a boy?

That's all the social worker would tell me.

So, er... I went straight to the solicitor and he reckons that nobody

us filing for custody, a residence order, whatever.

Us?

It's not us.

We haven't got room for one, is there?

Franny, you can't do this without talking to me. I'm talking.

Because all this... It's getting us nowhere, is it?

Not really.

Franny, you need to do a lot more thinking about it than this.

I will.

If you promise to as well.

Morning.

Francis Rockwell.

You want to smack me?

You want to try and smack me? Go on, pal, I dare you. Does your boss know

here? Don't be smart.

Try smart.

I'll have you in the back of that van, Rockwell, and not Jason. And has Jason

told you where he is?

I can make sure every copper within shouting distance has your licence

I can turn your life to shit, pal.

You're assuming it, isn't it? I couldn't give up.

Jesus!

Mrs.

Roswell.

This is Carrie Beecham, the caseworker who took care of your sister.

This is Michael.

You called him that?

Your sister did.

Hello.

Do you want to... Come on, big girl.

Come on.

That's it, that's it, that's it.

Oh, yeah, of course. Here you go.

Hello.

You're big for three months.

Is he?

I can never tell.

People think you know everything if you're a nurse, don't they?

Geriatrics tests make babies.

Still, I suppose they're all different.

Something you'll be grateful for in 15 years, eh?

There's nothing to stop me walking away with him right now.

There is, actually. His carers have been granted residence order.

He's with them until a court decides otherwise.

I'm blood family.

He should be with us.

If you're telling me that you'd like to contest their case for adoption, fine.

Well, I am. I definitely am.

You both are?

Yeah.

Can I talk to the other family? No.

Well, if he's here, they must be in the building. You can't make contact.

I just want to tell them that, you know, I haven't come to hurt them.

They're aware of that.

But the fact that they've already started adoption proceedings complicates

corner slightly.

Yeah, but they'd be happy with any baby.

I'd go and break one.

Keep it up, boys.

Look, I didn't send them.

I didn't even know they were planning a visit till it was too late.

Run it!

You won't see him again, I promise, all right? I had to explain the bruises and

the car. Couldn't just lie about it. So you told them everything?

No. So you lied about it? Look, Phil's a mate, the big guy, yeah? He looks out

for me whether I want it or not. What's the job pay, Jason?

What? What's it pay?

Less than you'd think. So you're in it for the flesh?

No. But you've got fog lamps.

They were fitted when I bought it.

Yeah, but you had them replaced after the accident.

Here's some of the pieces Terry left at the flat. I just thought you might want

them.

We got Terry pregnant.

You dumped her and she topped herself.

How can you not be a total shit?

She told me three times she was pregnant.

First time, yeah, I went through about two grand buying stuff.

Furniture.

Cops, yeah, telling me mates.

Oh, they bought me drinks.

Made a man of you.

But she wasn't pregnant.

I've heard about that, Bec.

The second time, she had a bump.

It's not padding. I mean, I... touched it.

It wasn't fake.

Same thing, I got a mortgage, got a bigger flat, and... we

papered the second bedroom.

My dad died in April, thinking he was going to be a granddad, but she'd lied

me again.

If you're just going to look at me like that, then, there's no point in trying

to say how sorry I am, but she really, you know, really

screwed me up.

You dumped her with her baby.

I didn't know that. Well, she had one.

I don't know. It's mine.

You were the only one poking her, Jason. Ask the mates.

I'm not saying not. I'm saying I don't know.

I went through the coroner's report.

That's got the address of the foster parents in there.

If you really want to give me a pasting, just tell somebody where you got that

from.

Don't you want it?

I've seen him.

Michael.

No questions.

You don't give a shit, do you?

It wasn't me who gave her the money for an abortion.

What you're on about?

400 quid.

She waved it in my face like a threat.

Either we got back together or she'd terminate the pregnancy.

And since I didn't think there was a baby...

Well, it wasn't much of a threat.

She said she got it from you and your wife.

So if you're going to lecture me on anything that I've done wrong, make sure

you can cover yourself on that one, Franny.

What was the money for?

What? Last July, 400 quid. What was the money for?

Franny, you're scaring the kids. I don't give a shit.

In July, she was two months pregnant and you gave her the money for an abortion.

Oi! Right, kids, come on, move it upstairs now.

Move it.

Franny, you quick shout her off to start.

Come on, what, you're big enough?

Nowhere near.

Have to wait till your back was turning, use a chair, not a cheap one.

Won't you, Tommy?

Terry didn't want you to know. That's not the point! That was the whole point!

Here it comes.

I'm babysitting. Now! Hey!

Don't speak to her like that. Imogen.

He's doing my head in. Who the bloody hell does he think he is?

I'll find him out.

Slowly. Don't defend him.

Why not? You can't stick him. I don't know him. Just don't defend him.

What was she doing coming to you for, Molly, anyway?

I tried talking her out of a termination because she didn't seem in a fit state

to go through with that. She was all over the place. You!

Didn't stand a bloody sight of each other.

It was the last place you could get it without a lecture from a bloke who

reckons he's never put a foot wrong in his entire life. Oh, so you were all

and open arms.

Suddenly, where was Terry's invitation to your 30th? I asked her. Oh, how did

you ask her? She didn't like me, Franny. I tried not making a fuss about that.

But you stopped her coming round.

Oh, you stopped her coming round.

They're two completely different subjects. You don't need to drag that

I do because I don't think I want this to happen.

Imogen.

Did I ever?

Not really.

Imogen, look, I blew off. I'm sorry. I'm not talking to you in this case, but

that doesn't matter now. You're upset. I'm upset, yeah. No, no!

talking about who can and who can't

But Michael sought all that for us, didn't he?

I can't go through with that. We've got to.

If Terry's child comes into this house, I'll have less of a say than I get now.

Please.

I don't want children that badly. Well, then you've lied to me.

Nobody lies to you.

They say what they dare and you come out in your own version. I mean, who can

you trust if your own wife lies to you?

Over to you, Franny.

Well, you know how you said yesterday you don't like your new bed?

Yeah. Here's the funny thing.

My circumstances might have changed.

In what way?

I'm not sure.

But what if I tried to adopt as a single parent?

You and your wife are split up. Yeah, she's confused. I've confused her.

I'm sorry.

You know...

Michael, I've got a decent family to go to. You don't need to tear your marriage

apart for his welfare.

They're not a family unless they get in.

Same boat as me.

I need to talk to you.

Upstairs.

Cheers.

So I'm going to file for adoption as a single parent.

Is that allowed?

Well, women do.

And Michael's a blood relative, which is a high priority with the court.

But not as high as being a natural father.

Friendly, I can't take him on. I mean, I wouldn't know where to start, man.

No one's asking you to.

So what have you come for?

Oh, sorry.

Yeah.

You all right?

Fine.

Spanish.

Phil, hang on. Yeah?

If I tell Sarge I've just been thrown up, will you back me up?

Why? Because I want to go home.

I'll take you back down for third. Wait out front for me.

Look, Franny.

I mean, I don't understand what you're after.

Take a DNA test.

Prove he's yours. Then you can endorse my application for adoption.

But with me... Blood relative, you blood relative. They couldn't refuse, unless

I was a total psychopath.

Who's going to look after you if your wife's gone?

Me. You didn't pack him work?

So? Well, no wages.

I've got savings and I'm entitled to benefit.

Do I look stupid?

I know what to say. I'm being told what to say by the social services because

they know. I mean, they can't admit this on paper, but they know that I'm the

best place for them.

Just a blood sample.

It's the rest of my life.

Yeah, well, you should have thought of that before the sex situation.

As long as it's not for a scrap.

Now, look, I'll wait in the car.

Don't be daft.

Me and Lena are off to bed anyway.

We'll get out of your way.

Don't slide off because of me.

Don't think any of this is private anymore, is it?

You going ahead with the adoption?

Marilyn said she'd have to contact you.

She just wanted to hear my side.

This isn't the only reason you've left, is it?

Top of the list, but it's a long list.

I can't tell you how much I love you.

And I don't want to do this without you.

Don't go through with it. Expect me to catch up eventually, cos I don't know

whether I will.

We'd make brilliant parents.

If Michael could become half of what you are, I'd be ecstatic.

Mr. and Mrs. Lingard?

Yeah? Sorry, there's nothing to worry about. I'm actually looking for the

who lived here before you. The Tattersall.

You wouldn't have a forwarding address, would you? Probably years ago. We might.

I doubt it.

Just give me a phone.

Hello? Hello? Come in. We'll take a look.

Tracking out.

You're only about half as sharp as you think you are, Franny.

The social worker's not briefing you on the quiet because she thinks you're the

perfect place for Michael.

She'll help you give it your best shot, but if you stand up in court and say you

need benefits in order to get custody, and the other couple have money coming

out their arses, which they definitely have, which way do you think a judge is

going to vote?

There's not a lot you can do without me.

What are you talking about?

Well, you need money.

Yeah, not from you.

You're leaving yourself wide open without her.

Yeah, knock that back.

Was it ever good with you and Terry?

First six months.

She was fantastic.

We got on like house on fire.

I mean, she said stuff, you know.

I didn't always like, but two days later you're going, no, she's right.

She's right.

She was really sharp on some things.

What was the worst thing she ever said about me?

No.

No, no, no, no.

She said that stuff to me so you didn't have to hear it. No, what?

No.

No, she thought I was a control freak.

I don't know whether she'd just fallen out with me or just... You know what?

I reckon Terry just wanted to prove she was independent.

But she wasn't.

Well, that was my fault.

In truth, I had my sister growing up faster than she wanted to so that I

walk away from the responsibility.

I think that's why she had the child.

You know, I told her she was capable of anything, but she wasn't.

Francis, you and your wife had problems conceiving children.

How much has this coloured your objection to Michael's adoption by

family?

Well, I'd be a liar if I didn't say a lot.

I want more than anything to be able to give my sister's baby a future.

And your response is?

We feel that the welfare of the child is better served by his current carers,

socially, financially and emotionally.

If Mr. Rothwell were to assume full -time care of Michael, he'd have to

state -dependent single parent to do so.

No, I wouldn't be state -dependent. That needn't be an issue. No, I know, but I

wouldn't.

I've got savings.

£5 ,700.

Yeah. To raise a child.

Yeah, only till I get back to work. You know, I own the house. I can live

cheaply. With respect, I don't think Mr. Rothwell's fully calculated long -term

sacrifices. That shouldn't be an issue.

With respect, it's very much an issue.

We'd like to call Jason Woods, the natural father of the child, whose

credentials are filed for the court.

Call Jason Woods.

Police Constable with Greater Manchester Police.

Annual earnings?

£27 ,000 a year.

With or without instructions from the court, I'd be prepared to file 30 % of

income to the upkeep of the child.

You're aware that this is an unnecessary step if a formal adoption proceeds.

I am, yes.

Mr. Woods, is this commitment conditional to whichever family the

this hearing decides upon?

Well, obviously not, Your Honor.

Thank you, Mr. Woods.

You are free to leave the hearing.

But if my opinion counts for anything...

Francis Rothwell is the only one who could tell Michael anything about his

mum.

Um, more than I could.

Thank you.

These things are never easy, because I have to disappoint one party or the

other.

However, I am mindful to award a residence order.

to Francis Rothwell, on the grounds that the child's emotional interest

will best be served within a branch of his natural family.

Look, it makes no difference to me, cos I'm going to slide off once you and

Michael get settled.

I think you need to look at why, you know, you lost contact with Terry and...

..you and your wife weren't exactly talkative.

You know nothing about my wife.

Well, I know she left you.

Cos you wanted something a lot more than she did.

Cos she didn't know how to tell you till it was too late.

Cos you don't like being contradicted.

I just think, you know, for Michael's sake, it needs looking at. Listen, fog

lamps, you've no room to lecture anybody.

All right.

You don't need some copper who behaves like a teenager to have everybody fixing

them up, doing the same, the bloody obvious. Oh, I've stopped.

No wife, no example to anybody. I've stopped.

So long as you admit I am stating the obvious.

No, we agreed next Saturday. Give me a chance to get rid of the paint, the

and stuff, yeah.

This is Jason, Terry's ex -boyfriend.

Hiya. How you doing?

Hiya. And Michael's dad, but... Mind you, I had to say that till Saturday.

You nervous?

Well, just that I won't get everything finished in time.

We love papery, don't we? Do you?

Don't, he's crap.

You wrecked my bedroom.

Right, well, you know, there's not anything else it needs doing.

There's more stuff in the car.

OK, I'll give you that.

Is that what your brother's saying?

Next Friday.

Which reminds me.

She posted your letter in with mine.

What's going on?

Some mileage.

Body work.

Come

on,

always there.

What's your game, mate? Been at the guild, eh?

Can I carve, Ronnie?

Go. Are you mad, mate? What about parts?

What about parts?

You want to get an English car, mate, if anything goes wrong, you pay for the

nose. What goes wrong with a girl?

Well, I'm a mechanic.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah, that's right, mate.

Telling you.

Take the notice. What do you know about the price of parts?

Eh? If anything goes wrong with ours, you drop it off, I pick it up.

You're a nice lady.