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Are you sure about this?

I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't.

Are you going to tell me what you're planning to do with it?

Maybe it's best if you don't know.

I just bought GHB.

I'm already involved.

You know he's back at work?

Andrew?

Every day he gets to drop his son off at school

and drive that stupid car of his to work.

Where everyone thinks he's some kind of hero.

He shouldn't get to carry on like nothing happened.

His house has already been searched.

But if I can get the police

to look in his locker at work...

Well, how are you going to plant it in his locker?

You can't just go walking in there...

I'll use my sister's key-card.

And once you're in?

Katy's always saying how useless those locker doors are.

All right, say you-- you do all that,

what's to stop his lawyer just saying it was planted?

Don't try and talk me out of it, Tom.

I was actually going to offer to help you.

No.

This isn't your problem...

Andrew complained about the search on his house.

I got suspended yesterday.

What?

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry...

You know, it's not going to be easy

to just walk into the male changing room.

I'll work it out...

Get the card and meet me outside the hospital.

I've already got you into trouble...

So I've got nothing to lose?

Are you sure?

Name your time.

Give me a couple of hours.

I'll meet you there.

Thank you.

Hey.

This is Katy's, isn't it?

Unless you got your own umbrella with tiny dogs on it...

Uh... I must have picked it up from yours by mistake,

when I was getting my stuff.

Well, no, she had this just the other day.

Okay... I-I was worried about you.

And when you disappeared, Katy was worried about you too.

She called me, I gave her a lift back from the hospital...

Sorry. I-I didn't want you thinking

we were talking about you behind your back.

I should've just said... Yeah. You should.

If you or Katy have something to say to me,

say it to my face.

You're right.

Sorry.

Thanks for this.

Hey, you've reached Katy, leave a message.

Hey. It's me.

Uh, I know I'm probably the last person

you want to speak to right now.

But you need to call me. Soon as.

Miss Harmon? I'm Dr. Kyle.

So triage said you'd had some bleeding?

Yeah, um, it started last night...

I-I mean, just a little bit, but...

I-I just thought I better come and get it checked out...

Well, let's take a look at your baby,

set your mind at ease...

At this stage we use an internal probe

to see the heartbeat, is that okay?

Yeah. Um, I'm also in quite a lot of pain...

I mean, i-it's painful.

Where?

Here.

It could be an infection.

- Okay. - I'll, um, take a look.

Right, it looks like some sort of abrasion...

What?

Well, several, actually...

That would explain the bleeding and the pain...

Wait. I don't, um--

Sorry, I-I don't understand...

Let's take a look at your baby.

This might be a little bit cold.

There we go.

There we are.

There's the heartbeat, there...

Ohh.

I'll get them to print you out a picture.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Can you think what could have caused these cuts?

There's a chance it could be old scar tissue,

that's been aggravated...?

No, no, I've never had anything like that.

Okay.

It's nothing that won't heal,

and when this kind of damage happens during intercourse

it's-- it's usually completely unintentional.

It's something you might want to discuss with your partner...

Miss Harmon?

I want you to test me for GHB.

I'm gonna put it on your nose, and then I'm gonna--

I'm gonna tickle, tickle, tickle. Mwah!

- Zsh-zsh-zsh-zsh-zsh. - Don't.

Oh.

Ooh, it's Auntie Laura.

Hey. Hi. How you doing?

Come in. Good.

Sorry I just, uh... being on my own

at my place at the weekend...

I just wanted some company.

No, no, it's fine.

All right.

Do you mind if I make a coffee?

Go ahead, as long as you make me one, too.

Sure.

Right. Rascals.

So, they sent me away.

Apparently, I'm not needed anymore.

Oh, um, I, uh, brought this back for you.

Oh. Amazing! I was wondering where that went.

Tom's car.

Right...

Right, um...

yeah, he came around looking for you,

after you, um... when you were still here...

And, yeah, it was raining so I-I lent him my umbrella.

You lent it to him?

Yeah.

Why were you wondering where it was then?

If you lent it to him?

You'd remember that, wouldn't you?

God, you know what it's like

with the kids running around,

I feel like I've been slowly lobotomised

ever since they were born...

I really need that coffee...

That's not how Tom remembers it.

Really? Yeah.

That's weird.

Why are you lying to me, Katy?

Laura, what's got into you...

When I asked Tom how your umbrella ended up in his car,

he had the same look on his face that you do now.

Laura, I don't know why you're obsessing about this...

Don't you dare!

Don't you daremake me feel like I'm the one losing it here.

Don't you darestand there and lie to me, Katy.

You tell me the truth.

I can't.

What have you done?

What have you done, Katy?

It's over... So it doesn't matter does it?

It's over.

You and Tom?

We were just so tired,

me and Liam, all the time.

And I was always working,

and I...

you lose your way, you know?

And you make decisions that at the time

seem the right thing, but...

I don't know what we were thinking.

I'm sorry, so sorry, Laura...

- I'm so bloody stupid. - Please don't say that.

Just talk to me. Talk to me and say anything.

You're the one person, the one person I trusted.

It's over.

You... Please...

Get off me, Katy!

What happened?

Why don't you ask your wife?

Katy?

Katy, what's going on?

Liam.

Just... sit down for a minute will you?

Hello?

Hi there. Is this Vanessa Harmon?

Speaking.

Hi. It's Dr. Rachel Kyle here.

You had a consultation with me this morning.

Could I get a date of birth to confirm?

Yes. 21st September 1976.

Great.

Uh, I-I just wanted to pass on your test results.

They're clear for GHB.

You're sure?

I am. But GHB leaves the system fast.

Miss Harmon...

is there something you're concerned about?

We can arrange a time to talk...

No. No. It's fine. Um...

The cuts I observed in your exam are far from usual.

We can arrange an appointment... with me, or...

I said it's fine.

Thank you.

Hey, I'm outside the hospital...

I'm ready. If you've got the card...

I know about you and Katy.

What do you mean?

Spare me the excuses, Tom. You know exactly what I mean.

You know, the worst part is...

I can't even be bothered to be angry.

I just haven't got the strength.

How pathetic is that?

Laura, I-I n-- I never...

we didn't-- we didn't... Yeah, well, shit happens, doesn't it?

Life happens.

And now look at us.

Laura, where are you?

You okay?

Bye Tom.

So, we've arranged for her mates to come

and surprise her in her favourite restaurant.

Nice idea, except

her favourite restaurant just happens to be The bloody Marlow.

You okay?

Yeah, fine.

I can keep talking about my daughter's

overpriced birthday party tomorrow night...

but I sense I am boring the crap out of you...

Why are you looking at those?

- I'm giving evidence tomorrow. - Right. 'Course.

Bloody awful, that one.

That Jones kid...

So... it's just-- just the case, is it?

What do you mean?

I feel like you've been on a different planet this morning.

What is it?

GHB.

Have we ever had a positive test result after 12 hours?

Not that I can remember.

Always clears the system by then.

Sickness. That's what they say, isn't it?

Anyone who's ever been given it.

They wake up with this... burning, sick feeling.

Like-- Like a dizziness...

Are you going somewhere with this?

I'm just tired.

No you're not.

'Ness, what-- whatever it is... you can tell me.

You know that?

Rory, honestly, I'm fine.

You're worse than my Mum.

Hi. This is Liam. Leave your name and number.

I'll get back to you. Cheers.

Liam, um, where are you?

Just call me. Text. Anything.

Just [sniffles] at least let me know where you are.

That you're okay.

Hi. This is Laura. Please leave a message.

That's not fair.

Shit.

You alright? Do you need a hand?

I'm fine. - You alright? - I'm fine! I'm fine!

Hello!

We're in here!

Oh, yes.

What's going on in here then?

Some illegal gambling, is it?

Silly.

You better watch yourself, Mia, she's a cut-throat cheat.

She'll stop at nothing for victory.

Yes, I know.

How's she been?

She, uh, had a fall yesterday and grazed her knee,

uh, but nothing so bad.

She must be more careful when I'm not here...

- Hmm. - She can hear you, you know.

I can't get anything past you, can I?

Not with these ears.

They work as well as they ever have, they do.

Would you like to join us?

No way. You'll have the shirt off my back, you will.

Hey, listen. Do you mind if I, uh, store this out the back

with the rest of my stuff?

Of course not, dear.

Thank you. I won't be a tick.

I'd like to start by talking about

why you're here today if you don't mind...

Where do I start?

Start with how you feel.

Um...

I feel...

confused.

Powerless.

I feel...

dirty, somehow.

All of the time.

It probably seems impossible now, but that can be changed...

Do you know what I am? I'm-- I'm angry.

I'm angry at him

for everything he did to me that night

and every day after.

And I want him to feel humiliated.

I want him to suffer...

That's normal, Laura... Yeah, I'm sure it is.

But it's also a waste of time, isn't it?

Because there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.

I've tried though.

I've screamed blue murder but the world isn't listening.

And now I'm sat here.

Talking to you.

And he is walking around,

free to just do it all over again

to some other poor woman...

Being angry is normal.

But anger only takes you so far.

What does that even mean?

The time you spend being angry at him,

thinking about him-- that is time you are robbing

yourself of a chance to focus on yourself...

I don't care about me, right? I don't care.

All I care about is him answering for what he's done.

It's not right.

It's not right, is it?

That he just gets to walk away now?

Explain to me-- Explain to me how that is right?

That's not what I'm saying...

I'm sorry. I, uh-- I think I've wasted your time.

Laura, wait...

Andrew?

Yeah! Just a minute! Hang on!

I am sorry, I did not mean to disturb you...

Ah, no, not at all.

I was just trying to find some of Luke's

old school reports here.

Uh, I wondered if you would like tea, coffee maybe?

That sounds like a lovely idea.

Let me help you.

Oh, so, how did she fall then? What happened there?

Well, I wasn't...

- Detective. - Hi, Mrs. Jones...

Thanks for your testimony.

It's all in a day's work.

D'you think it'll be enough?

What do you mean?

Anthony doesn't want to go on the stand anymore.

Um, give me a minute with him, will you? Mm.

The court is now adjourned and will resume in 30 minutes.

Hey there Anthony. How are you doing?

Alright.

Your Mum says you're having second thoughts

about testifying.

Yeah.

Do you remember the night it happened?

I came to see you in the hospital...

after the operation...

Yeah.

And you said you couldn't remember what happened?

I told you you had nothing to be ashamed about.

Sorry.

Sorry, um...

- Are you alright? - Yeah. Sorry. Yeah, yeah.

I just need to make a quick call.

Alright.

Rory?

I need to talk to you.

Yeah, but in person.

If you don't mind.

How long will you stay at your Mum's?

Long enough for you to find somewhere else to go.

That's the last of it.

I shouldn't need to be back for a while.

Please. Don't.[Exhales sharply] Look.

We've been through this already, Katy, alright?

We've said all we need to say.

It didn't mean anything.

You know what? You keep saying that.

But it did, didn't it?

Look. The things that we do... they mean everything.

You're not stupid. You understand that.

Liam... No. I'm done, okay?

I'm not talking about it anymore.

God. Do you know what? You had a choice.

And you chose to risk everything.

That choice has consequences.

It's called being a grown-up.

And do you know what? It's--

It's boring as shit, but it's also life.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Ahh!

Ahh!

I'm here. Like you asked.

So what do you want?

You said you wanted to talk about the defamation suit...

Yeah. Right.

That sounds like fun.

I shouldn't have come.

Where are you going?

You're drunk... I'm fine.

You're drunk and you're embarrassing yourself.

Shut up!

Go home, eh?

You can call your lawyer off, okay?

I'm walking away. Congratulations.

You got just what you wanted.

You think I wanted this?

You dragging my name, my family through the mud?

Having to go to work and have people look at me,

wondering if I'm some kind of pervert?

You think that's what I wanted?

You know, I used to feel sorry for you.

I really did. But no more now, Laura.

If you say that you're done, you better mean it.

Screw you.

Oh, shit. Shit.

Oh, shit.

Shit.

Look, you shouldn't drive.

What do you care?

Hey.

What are you doing?

You said I was too drunk to drive.

So...

So you can give me a lift.

After everything you said I did to you.

Yeah, well, you never really know a person. Do you?

Me, I thought I knew my sister.

I thought I knew you.

Just from saying 'hello' outside the school gates.

Like that would tell me anything.

Yeah. Well. Look, you can know somebody thirty years

and they may still surprise you.

I'm not scared of you, Andrew.

You're scared of me though, aren't you?

You're scared of all women.

What happened to you?

Was it your mother?

It usually is.

Look, uh, just go home, will you?

Or what?

Ahh! You scratched me.

What did you do that for?

Do you feel okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright.

I'm just, uh-- just-- just a bit tired, okay?

That's all. Yeah.

Will you please just go home and just, uh...

- Why don't you sit down? - What are you doing?

Come on. Just have a seat. You'll feel better.

What's going on?

What are you doing? Careful...

This stuff's supposed to be strong.

Don't fight it.

Just relax.

I know it was him.

We have to get him.

I'll file the report.

And we'll lock away that little shit for good...

But not tonight.

We should research this first.

- Get it right this time. - Mm-hmm.

So, we need phone records...

A sports car like his is gonna be fitted

with a security tracker,

we could look at that.

We need to find something that proves he was here

in my house...

I'll make the request. We'll push it through ASAP.

Thank you.

Get it.

No, no. It's fine.

Look, you need me to take the lead on this, 'Nessie,

you shouldn't have to...

Rory, it's your-- Oh, my God. It's your daughter's birthday.

Thought you weren't listening.

Look. Honestly, she'll understand...

Well, she shouldn't have to. Go. Go on. I mean it. Go.

Well--

We're gonna put him away 'Ness.

You call me.

Promise? Yeah.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Ahh. You drugged me.

I feel sick.

And?

What-- What the hell do you think you're doing?

What? You mean you don't like it?

Ah. Poor you...

Laura...

Why don't you like it?

Is it because you like to be the one in control?

That's why you do what you do isn't it?

You like to feel like you're in charge.

Is that why you chose me?

Oh, God.

You thought I needed a lesson, is that it?

You'll feel like crap for a few hours.

Oh, God.

That's what the poison you gave me does.

Okay.

You can't be serious.

Why not?

Why can't I do whatever I want?

Just like you?

Okay. Okay.

Okay, Laura.

Okay.

What is it you're gonna do to me?

Hi this is Rory, can't come to the phone right now.

Leave a message after the beep--

Hi. It's just me.

Um, nothing to be alarmed about,

I'm just-- just checking in.

Uh, he wasn't outside my house that night.

But I'm looking at the tracker details now...

and he's-- he's parked in the middle of nowhere.

It's right by the marshes.

And, I mean, it's been there for a while,

and just--

I just probably need to get some sleep.

Okay. I hope you're having fun.

Now what?

When did you break into my house?

Oh, you really have lost it, haven't you?

Why can't you admit it?

Or are you that far gone that you actually

believe your own shit? Is that it?

You know, the other day...

I didn't know what to do with myself.

I didn't know who to talk to.

So I ended up Googling 'what do rapists deserve?'.

There were so many people.

So many women, and girls, men,

who've been through the same thing.

And so many of them who weren't believed.

Because hey, unless you're screaming,

you're saying yes, right?

I mean, and-- and if you're--

if you're too drunk to fight back, well, that's your fault.

Boys will be boys?

What do rapists deserve then?

What did the Internet tell you?

Well, most people thought

that you should cut the problem off at the source.

Remove the problem.

You wouldn't.

I'm sure I would sleep better.

Knowing that you couldn't be a threat to anyone anymore.

Your face.

You should see your face.

Do you remember her?

She can still barely bring herself

to talk about what you did to her.

She can't bring herself to go to the police

and tell them what happened.

What is it you think I did, then. Laura, eh?

I didn't kill my wife, if that's what you're thinking.

I watched her do it, though.

I was surprised the stupid cow actually went through with it.

Been telling her for months it's what she should do.

I got tired of her sad, stupid eyes

following me around the room.

Desperate for my approval...

After a while, it's not enough. Is it?

I needed someone with a bit more spark.

And Catherine... well.

That's what a man needs, isn't it?

Something to chase. Something to hunt.

You should've seen her face when I told her.

You dared your wife to kill herself.

Bravest thing she'd ever done.

That's not saying much, but...

But you.

You're different, aren't you, Laura? You fight back.

You're nipping at my heels and you're buzzing in my ears.

And you just won't go away.

No, I won't.

But I've got you now, Andrew.

What are you talking about?

I thought it-- I thought it would be easy.

Tell the truth.

The police come and lock you up.

I honestly believed that.

But I won't make the same mistakes this time.

This time...?

This time I'll lie, but they'll believe me.

People saw us together in the bar.

I made sure of that.

They saw that I was drunk.

They saw us leave together.

And, come the morning, I'll go to the police

and I'll tell them you brought me here,

I'll show them the rope burns around my wrist.

Rope with your DNA on it.

Oh. Don't be ridiculous,

I've never even been here...

I told you about it on our date. Right?

Well-- Well, that's what I'll say anyway.

And then there's those scratch marks on your neck.

From when I fought you off. Managed to restrain you.

Managed to tie you up with boat-straps.

And then when they search the glove compartment of your car,

they'll find a vial of GHB.

So what do you think?

Do you think they'll believe me this time?

Do you think this time I can tell a lie and get away with it?

Don't run.

Ahh! Ahh!

Stop screaming!

Come here!

Ugh!

Get off me! Shut up!

Get off me! Shut up!

No! No!

Stop right there!

Help me! Help me!

He attacked me, he was trying to kill me...

Okay, okay.

Bullshit, Detective, she drugged me...

He deserved it!...and she dragged me out here.

She's trying to set me up.

Why should I believe you after what you did to me?

- Get back! - You don't scare me.

What are you doing out here, anyway?

I got a warrant for your cartracker.

Couldn't figure out what the hell

it was doing all the way out here.

Just arrest him, Detective!

You can't arrest me right now with GHB in my system.

Detective Harmon here knows that.

Don't you?

So, I'm gonna walk away.

You're not just gonna let him go?

He's right.

If we make an arrest now, they'll turn this place over,

and you'll be the one in trouble.

Alright, then.

You're going away for what you did to me!

My house is being examined by forensics right now!

One spec of DNA, and you're done!

We're gonna find proof that you raped me!

No, you won't, Detective.

No, you won't.