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There's something wrong with her.

You need to take Betsy to the hospital.

Jess.

Jess has an A&E with Betsy.

Oh, no.

That's nothing serious, is it?

She's got some swelling on the back of her head,

and see the partially depressed fracture just here.

What happened between you two?

You always used to be so close.

People just drift apart, I know.

If the duty social worker could come as soon as possible,

that would be really helpful.

We'll call them this.

The mechanism of the fall doesn't match the injuries.

Could anyone have hurt Betsy?

No.

Jess hasn't told you.

What are you talking about?

We're looking for Edward Carrisford, anyone?

Do you mind if we go inside for a chat?

No.

It's so cute to see you.

Hi.

Thanks for coming.

I was a bit surprised that you went ahead with the kids' birthday party today.

Why?

Why wouldn't I?

Can you tell me what you're doing here?

In these kinds of cases where a very young child is brought into hospital with an unexplained injury,

the police and children's services investigate jointly.

She was sick.

She wasn't injured.

You haven't spoken to your wife?

Her phone must be out of battery.

She was sick.

She wasn't injured.

You haven't spoken to your wife.

Her phone must be out of battery.

Her phone must be out of battery.

Betsy has a depression.

She was sick.

She was sick.

She wasn't injured.

You haven't spoken to your wife.

Her phone must be out of battery.

Betsy has a depressed fracture on the back of her skull.

This kind of injury suggests significant physical force.

Something out of the order of the hospital.

She was sick.

She was sick.

She was sick.

She wasn't injured.

She was sick.

She was sick.

She wasn't injured.

You haven't spoken to your wife?

Her phone must be out of battery.

Betsy has a depressed fracture on the back of her skull.

This kind of injury suggests significant physical force.

Something out of the ordinary.

This is a serious matter.

Can this wait until after I've seen my daughter?

I understand why you'd want to go, Mr. Carrisford.

Betsy's receiving the best possible care.

Surely you've spoken to my wife?

There must be some explanation.

We don't have any answers, Mr. Carrisford.

That's why we're here.

I don't know what the hell is going on.

I just want to see my baby.

And you will.

But first, we need to take a look around.

We'll start in Betsy's room, all right?

Is that necessary?

All right.

Are you okay.

?

Are you ready for so expensive toys?

Yeah.

I'm ready.

I'm ready for it.

I'm ready for it.

I'm ready for it.

I'm ready for it.

Jess.

To be continued...

To be continued...

How did this happen?

I am completely in the dark here.

I don't even know what to say to them.

Jess, why didn't you tell me?

Jess, speak to me!

You should have called me!

Jess!

Ed, please not now.

Salco's dispatched a unit.

She took the sheets off.

That was quick.

Everything's perfect.

Not a bit too perfect.

How would you let me think that this wasn't serious?

Why didn't you tell me that she was mad?

Was it Billy domestic violence?

Maybe.

What are they saying?

What are the doctors saying?

Is she going to be all right?

Is she okay?

What is going on?

Why were you hiding in Betsy's room?

I came to get her things that smell like comb.

Sorry to interrupt.

We're going to have our crime scene investigators come in and take some pictures in Betsy's room.

Sorry, what crime exactly has been committed?

We don't know, sir.

That's what we're here to find out.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

You all right?

Yeah, I, um, it's, it's been a lot.

We also need to establish a timeline for yesterday afternoon, so we'll be interviewing both of you.

Separately.

We'll be interviewing both of you.

Christopher and Francis, yeah?

Kit and Frankie.

What, today?

Now?

Please.

I don't feel comfortable with that request.

It's much better if we do this quickly and with your blessing.

Mommy!

Frank!

Frankie, please.

We were trying to stay out of your way, but Frankie saw you.

Yeah, of course.

Hi, how's your party, my love?

Molly?

Connor, come on, we're going.

Where's Betsy?

She's still in the hospital.

Where's your dad?

Oh, he went to go and get the car.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm Lucy.

You're Kit, right?

Do you guys want to come for a quick little chat?

Yeah?

Let's go.

That's right.

Come on.

Frankie, did you build that?

Kit did.

Here?

Do you like blocks?

They're okay.

Here?

I'm sorry?

Where Betsy hurt herself.

Was that here?

Uh, yeah.

Or here?

Now on the road.

What does Betsy like to do?

She calls a lot.

Were you with Betsy and your mummy after school?

Did you have a play date?

Anyone visit?

Stop being such a baby.

Kit, come on.

You're not being humble.

Why are you telling me off?

He's the one not answering the question.

Oh, it's okay, Frankie.

I know you must be tired after your party.

So, Kit, what time did you get home?

After football, Ben's mum dropped me off.

And how were things when you got home, Kit?

Dunno.

Nothing.

Usual stuff.

And how was Betsy?

Crying.

She cries a lot in the evening.

Mum calls it the witching hour.

And so it was just you, your brother, your sister and your mummy at home last night?

Did you see Betsy fall?

Yes.

Look, I appreciate this could be a difficult situation.

It's uncomfortable for a friend to make a social services referral.

Yeah.

Well, we're not as close as we used to be.

We started in Provence.

Provence?

Shitshow.

I wish we'd never gone away last summer.

We started to see a different side to each other.

The sides we normally keep hidden.

Our weaknesses.

The dark.

The...

The ugly.

Turns out we aren't all as forgiven as we thought.

I just wanted to thank each of you for coming all the way to Provence to spend this week with Charlotte and myself.

Do you know, it's been ten years since we met in that dingy little room for our first antenatal class.

Liz, Mel, Jess.

I can't think of stronger, more inspiring mothers, so thank you.

Ed, Rob and Nick.

You're all far more handsome, far more charming and in far better shape than myself.

And in spite of this, we have forged a friendship that I value so very much, so thank you.

Well, thanks for making me cry, Andrew.

Yeah, that was so sweet, I might throw up.

Here, here, darling.

Here's to another ten years of friendship.

Ten years.

Ten years.

Ten years.

Ten years.

Ten years.

Ten years.

Ten years.

Ten years.

I'm going to make a quick speech.

Oh, no.

Ting-a-ling-ting-ting-ting-ting.

Ting-ting-ting.

Ting-ting-ting.

Hi, sorry guys, I just wanted to make a little speech as well.

I just wanted to say thank you on behalf of the rest of us to the Hinmans for, no, inviting

us all out here and introducing us all to a level of luxury to which I don't think any

of us have seen before.

And also for obviously coughing up the rental on this place, which must have cost a fucking

shed load.

But when the label, my label is up and running, okay, me and Mel, we want to invite you all

backstage with all the trimmings to every major venue in Europe.

And it is going to make this quaint little villa look like a garden shed in comparison.

Cheers, mate.

And good luck with it all.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers, Rob.

Cheers.

Cheers, Rob.

I can't believe we're finally here.

I'm so ready for this.

Hmm.

Somebody's on a mission.

Mm-hmm.

Can I have a nice lolly?

In a second.

There's a lady that needs a chocolate.

We've got some big news of Rob's to celebrate, right?

Yeah.

You're not excited?

I think I would be if it didn't feel like such a massive risk.

You know, he's put all our savings into this new label and he didn't even tell me.

So...

Women preparing food, men drink and beer by the pool.

I didn't invite you all on holiday so we could revert to traditional gender stereotypes.

Oh, well, I'm not very good at doing nothing, so...

Oh, don't worry.

Getting shit-faced is all I intend to do for the next seven days.

Ah!

Shit!

Sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Put that all over your dress.

Okay, Charlotte.

I'm so sorry.

Maybe we could go back to the market and buy you a new one.

No, no.

You can't.

It was vintage.

What about my eyes, Lolly?

Please?

Please?

I guess.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

It's just it is a pet peeve of mine when kids can't say please and thank you.

I am on George all the time.

Oh, we know.

Constantly.

We know.

Well, not long until we can go on holiday, just the grown-ups.

Mmm, then we don't have to mind our pews and quews, right?

Yeah.

We even want to go on holiday together again.

Oh, come on.

Of course we will.

Of course we will.

As long as you cheer the fuck up.

I mean, you are killing a bit of a vibe there, Charlotte.

Sorry.

I am sorry, okay?

It's just these hormones I'm on.

Mood swings.

You're doing another round of IVF.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't realise.

I didn't know.

For my sins?

Well, good for you.

Hey.

I really do hope it works out this time, okay?

Thank you, Jess.

How is it this time?

It's exhausting.

You know?

You know when they say human pincushion and rollercoaster revolutions, it's exactly that.

And for me to be in this position again and having to endure it with no guarantees, it's just, it's brutal and it's frustrating and infuriating and I absolutely hate it.

Ladies, avert your gaze.

I know you're over here ogling us young bucks.

Is that your bowl?

That's a shame.

Let's go, look.

That's a horrible thing.

I don't know myself.

I don't know if I'm alive.

We just lost a few things.

So, yeah.

Sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I, uh, let me help you.

It's okay.

So, walk me through your day yesterday.

Uh, I dropped the boys off at school.

And, uh, Betsy and I were just at home until pick-up.

Uh, Kit had football, but, um, he was dropped back at home at 6.30 by his friend's mom.

And after Kit came home, you were just here with the kids.

Everything was normal?

Yeah.

Regular day.

It's just last night, your story was somewhat muddled.

Well, I was exhausted and really worried about my baby.

Okay.

And you put her to bed as normal?

Yes.

Put her to bed around 7.30.

She was irritable.

But she's teething.

Um, and the boys went down around 9.00 and I was pretty wiped out and went to bed, too.

People think that you can't feel alone if you have young children.

But there's nothing lonelier than being at home with a screaming baby.

Right.

Walk me through your movements yesterday.

Where were you?

Movements?

Uh, I was at work until 6, then I went for some drinks.

And got home 10-ish.

I want to go back.

Uh, can you wait?

I wanted to come with you to the hospital.

What about the boys?

We can drop them at Mel's or Charlotte's, maybe.

I don't want to wait.

She needs her milk.

You go ahead.

We'll be in touch.

Breastfeeding, it's always been very important to her.

Yeah, my wife and I have just had a baby.

She's evangelical about it, too.

Right, uh, congratulations, boy or girl?

Oh, girl.

13 weeks.

I get it, the breastfeeding thing, but it makes me feel a bit redundant.

It's like that to begin with.

Um, it's an adjustment.

Yeah.

Makes me wonder, how long will I be banished to the spare room?

I'm not sure it ever stops.

So was it the way that Betsy was crying that first alarmed you?

Yeah, exactly.

That's what scared me.

The noise, it was wrong.

There was no indication she was hurt?

No visual sign of injury?

Hurt? No, God, no.

I just thought she was, I don't know, just teething or something.

Right, and then?

And then I noticed that she'd vomited, so I picked her up.

Did you panic?

Well, she was alone, and it was obvious something was wrong.

And your wife was?

She wasn't there, she was in bed.

Sleeping?

Yes, she was exhausted.

Betsy's not a good sleeper.

Right.

And is that normal, usual, for Jess to ignore Betsy?

No, not at all.

Jess is the one who always notices these things.

She's the one that gets up in the night to comfort the kids.

Mothers are fiercely protective of their children.

Well, until they're not.

Why didn't you drag Betsy to the hospital?

Because we have two boys, and I was over the limit.

I don't know.

Hey.

Hey. Sorry. I didn't want to ruin your nap.

It's fine. Hardly slept.

You must be shattered. Go back to sleep.

Back at hospital in four hours.

What if I did the wrong thing, Nick?

What if I was too quick to push the button?

You were put in an impossible position.

Yeah, but I basically just called in the cavalry

and then left her on her own to defend herself.

You couldn't win, no matter what you did.

Hello? Mum?

Mum, I can't understand what you're...

Where are you? Where are you?

She got shit-faced and fell over in the supermarket.

Better go and get her.

Yeah. Mum? Mum? I'm on my way.

Yeah, stay there. Just stay there.

I'm coming to get you. Okay.

It was all such a shock.

And naturally, Ed's out of his mind.

Utter nonsense, the whole situation.

I mean, Jess and Ed are wonderful parents.

They always make me feel quite inadequate, to be honest.

Jess has this charming way...

of never being irritated when the children are being particularly annoying.

That's a bit harsh.

I am disappointed with Liz, though.

A bit dramatic to call social services on a friend.

Well, everyone's very emotional about this.

But the truth is, nobody knows the facts.

I've seen things that make me wonder.

Just saying, there's a fine line between neglect and abuse.

True, but Jess is the most attentive mother out of all of you.

Excuse me?

George and I are very close.

No, of course you are.

I didn't mean that at all.

You're an amazing mum.

All right, yes.

When it comes to Kit and Frankie, I can somewhat see your point.

And I'm telling you, she's never really bonded with Betsy.

Come on, Charlotte.

You don't like Jess, and you're overprotective of that.

I don't know.

The authorities may know more than we do.

What?

I'm just framing this in legal terms.

Please.

We both know legal terms fail to capture the entire spectrum of human existence.

God, Andrew.

There were police at the party.

There were social workers.

Yeah, I must be going through hell.

That poor baby.

Yeah.

Poor Ed.

Thank you, Mel, for having them.

I have no idea how long we'll be at the hospital.

Of course.

Oh, come on.

Come on, Frankie.

Look, it's just for one night.

No, I don't want her.

Please.

Look, you're like Connor.

It's just a sleepover.

You'll have fun.

I promise you.

No, where's Tommy?

Well, she's gone to go see Betsy.

Oh, I don't want her to say it, Connor.

Look, please, Frankie.

Come here.

We don't have a choice.

Frankie, come on.

You are going.

No, I'm not going.

Yes, you are.

No.

Frankie, come on.

No.

Come here.

Frankie, look, we don't have a choice.

Yes, you are going.

No.

Come here.

Come here.

No.

Please, Frankie.

Come on.

Don't do this.

No.

No.

No.

Ma'am.

Ma'am, please.

Please, can I just see her now?

Just for a second, I won't pick her up.

I promise you can come with me.

Go home.

Get some rest.

Good night's sleep, and things will look a lot brighter.

I'm sure your other kids probably need their mum.

Hmm?

All right, honey, come on.

That's enough.

We'll play.

Okay?

You too.

That's enough.

Okay.

Someone at the school gate said he had a dad bod, so he's trying to do 50 legs a day.

All right, I told Frankie, no more screen time.

All the others are on their devices.

We need some chill time, let them.

No harm.

Yeah, they only get square eyes.

Oh, come on, Jess.

They've been non-stop all day.

You sure you want to...

Well, I'm just saying maybe slow down.

You were hitting it pretty hard last night, so...

That's great.

Any lamb left?

No lamb.

Plenty of chicken, though.

No, I'm not massively interested in me.

Sorry, I didn't think you were hungry.

Oh, my God, get off.

Why didn't you think I was hungry, yeah?

Because you were swimming.

Whenever I have a knot.

Do you want to go for a dip?

No, I don't want to go for a dip.

No, no, please.

Oh, God.

She needs to cool down.

Rob, come on.

She needs to cool off.

Don't do it, Rob.

Don't do it.

Rob, come on.

Please don't.

Okay, I'm just here.

It's okay.

Jesus Christ, Rob.

Rob!

Stop it.

Don't encourage him.

Rob, come on.

That's not funny.

It's great for you.

Honestly, Jesus, it's fucking holiday.

Cheers.

You all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

You always have to take it too fucking far.

Yeah, no.

It's so warm you up.

Whiskey, Jess?

I'm all right, thank you.

Oh, Jesus Christ, woman.

Do you not have any vice as her?

She saves all her kinks for the bedroom.

Okay.

Stop.

Enough.

It's enough.

That's what Ed says in the bedroom.

All right, all right.

You guys stay put.

Liz and I, are we going to prep some dessert?

Oh, are we?

Yes, we are.

I was on holiday.

I'm not talking to you.

You made that.

Mm, great.

Poor Mel.

Rob's really not the easiest guy in the world, is he?

No, he's not.

But that's how he's always been with those two, isn't it?

All fire, lust, and fury.

Charlotte's a bit sniffy.

Yeah, Charlotte's Charlotte.

Hey, no.

You're helping.

Don't take it personally.

Oh, thanks, Andrew.

I know.

I mean, it is what it is.

Yeah.

I think she's always going to be a bit spiky when it comes to you.

Well, she hasn't guessed yet.

She's so clever and sharp.

Guess what?

Oh, my God.

Oh, that's so wonderful.

That's great.

It's wonderful, is it?

It is, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Oh, my God.

Hey.

I'm just dreading telling the others, especially with Charlotte's news.

No.

I told her not to say anything until we get back home.

Mum's word.

I didn't even mean to do that.

I'm just...

I'm just...

You're doing well, right?

Yeah, it's a plate.

Have you got a plate?

Seriously.

No, seriously.

You've got capital, right?

And you are much more creative than you think.

And you're a mate.

That's a good partnership, I reckon.

So, I don't know.

Have a think.

Sure.

Listen, when it's ready, send it to me.

The numbers are good.

You know what I mean.

This is a chocolate raspberry torte I baked earlier.

Wow, that's amazing.

Oh, well, ladies and gentlemen, that is not the only thing that she's been baking.

Oh, come on.

What?

Oh, my God, congratulations.

Oh, my God, amazing.

How lovely.

Here's to number three.

Number three.

Cheers, you're a little tribe.

A gaggle of Carrisford.

I want to be fibresighted.

You could create your own football streak.

Yeah, maybe you'll vaccinate this one.

Charlotte?

Oh, God.

She's only kidding, guys.

Actually, I'm not.

It's a free world, Charlotte.

Everyone has the right to choose what's best for their own children.

Yeah, totally.

And also, it's not like anyone actually dies of measles anymore.

They do, actually.

Oh, not really.

We've had an increase in cases lately.

Not on my watch.

Even so, we're talking about one or two a year.

And there's been an outbreak in whooping cough, so all your kids should be vaccinated against that.

I mean, if a baby under three months gets that, that could be really serious.

Would anybody like a top-up?

Statistically, it's likely low, right?

Yeah, you know why that is, Ed?

It's because the rest of us vaccinate our children.

Yeah, but if the rest of us have, don't we have, um...

Oh, my God, what's the thing called?

I think you're talking about herd immunity.

Uh, lovely talk, Jess.

Wait, wait, wait.

What about the vulnerable kids?

Because we've got kids at our school who are very susceptible.

Okay, look.

There's nothing any of you can say that would convince me to pump chemicals into my children.

All right.

But the risk of a serious infection, that's fine, is it?

Come on.

You are living in a bubble of privilege.

Shame on you for not trusting the NHS.

Hey, Liz, for fuck's sake.

It's a ridiculous thing to say.

Is it?

Why?

What?

Well, you don't, do you?

You always go private.

Liz.

I'm just saying.

It's my job to protect my children, all right?

And I take that very seriously.

Well.

Liz wasn't used to dinner parties where the wine flowed that freely.

She can be good fun when she's drunk, but she doesn't know when to stop.

And that night, things went too far.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no more.

I've got to wrangle the little beasts.

What?

It's early.

Come on.

They're on holiday.

Let them play.

I'll put them to bed later for you.

Oh.

Listen, I'm sorry about that, Lillian.

Put a little heat to do.

Don't worry.

I'm happy for you.

Really happy for you guys.

You're going to be a daddy again.

Oh, go on then.

Go and find your gorgeous wife.

Yeah.

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock.

Hello.

How are you getting on?

How are you getting on in here?

Oh, my goodness.

I love you.

I think it's time for bed.

Come on.

It's been a long day, hasn't it?

We're all hot and tired.

Come on then.

One, two, one.

Please, just one more.

All right then.

Just one.

And then it's straight to bed.

Isn't that ideal?

Yeah.

Should I shut the door?

Yes, thank you.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

This might get triple.

Are you sure Andrew would mind?

He wouldn't have bought it unless he wanted us to drink it, would he?

Ah, yeah, but that's his whiskey, Rob.

Oh, well.

He shouldn't have gone to bed so early then, should he, the boring git.

Honestly, these people, got all the money in the world, and yet, they're all so fucking miserable!

Cheers.

I mean, why'd you even rent a place like this?

It's fucking obscene.

Yeah.

Do you think you could, maybe, give it a rest now?

Yeah.

Give it a rest.

Pestering Ed for money.

Pestering him?

I mean...

I'm not, I'm just, look, I've been waiting ages for this, and now I'm starting out on my own.

I've just...

Since you've been made of time zones.

Oh, wow.

Ouch.

Oh my God, I'm sorry.

Ouch.

Fuck me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's just, you know, these are our friends.

It's...

Wow.

They're our friends, and it's a bit embarrassing.

Oh my God.

You're smoking.

Oh, yeah.

Mustard.

Got it from Rob, obviously.

That's disgusting.

Come here.

Let me try.

Mmm.

Wow.

You know, I always thought I'd be an exceptional stoner.

Well, you are exceptional at everything.

Hmm.

I'm a hard worker.

There's a difference.

Er...

First at Oxford, straight into one of London's leading law firms, and then made partner at 35.

Mm-hmm.

Two rounds of IVF, a miscarriage, a body that refuses to follow its natural nurturing instincts,

and instead provides a radically hostile environment for vulnerable life forms.

Oh, God.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Of course.

I'm an idiot.

I knew you'd been trying for a while.

You know what?

It's fine.

Really, it's okay.

I just said I would try one last time.

Poor Andrew.

Oh, God.

He wouldn't make you do anything he wouldn't want to.

Oh.

God, no.

Of course not.

Oh, Andrew's a good man.

Yeah.

He is a good man.

He deserves better.

Well...

So...

No, I mean...

I feel guilty that I don't...

I don't love him the way he wants to be loved.

Sure, I...

I am sure that is not true.

What about you?

Huh?

You're on number three.

Yeah.

Are you excited?

Uh, yeah.

Totally.

I mean...

I hope we both are.

Of course.

There's just this...

this...

this...

tiny part of me...

that hopes it won't ruin what we already have.

Does that make sense?

Oh.

Oh, boys.

Frankie?

Sam?

Sammy?

Shit.

Frankie!

Frankie!

Frankie!

Sam!

Frankie!

Frankie!

Frankie!

Sam!

Oh, ma'am.

Check it out.

You said you're going to the bed.

Yes, I'm sorry.

All right.

It's okay.

Look, I'm gonna call the owners now and see if they can let us...

Frankie!

Come on.

Frankie, come on, Sam.

Frankie, come on.

Frankie, come on, Sam.

Two of our children, they've gone missing.

We think they must be lost.

Tell them they're not strong swimmers already.

I know.

I know.

I know, check the pool.

Um...

Sam!

It's pitch black out here, they're only seven years old,

so they're gonna be frightened as anything.

We need to have the numbers of all the neighbours in the area.

Frankie and Sam.

Frankie, come on.

Frankie came on.

Frankie's going on.

They're going to be fine, you need to keep calm.

They're not going to be fine.

Where's Ed?

He went, I know...

I'm gonna go, I'm sorry.

The two of our children, they've gone missing.

We think they must be lost.

Tell them they're not strong swimmers already.

I know.

I'm gonna check the pool.

Um...

Sam!

It's pitch black out here, they're only seven years old,

so they're gonna be frightened as anything.

We need to have the numbers of all the neighbours in the area.

What's going on?

Frankie and Sam!

Frankie and Sam.

They wandered off.

What do you mean, they wandered off?

They said you put them to bed.

Frankie can't swim. What if he fell into a pool?

They're gonna be fine. You need to keep calm.

They're not gonna be fine. Where's Ed?

He went that way. They're checking the lines of bills.

Jess, we're gonna find them. It's okay.

Frankie!

Ed!

Ed!

Frankie.

Look, there might be somebody calling.

Hang on. Hang on. Hang on. Hang on.

It's okay. Don't worry. Hello?

Frankie!

Jess!

Frankie!

Where's Ed?

He went left at the top of the gate.

Sam!

Come, guys. It's all right.

Sam!

Look at me across. Just come out.

Sam!

Frankie!

Sammy!

Frankie!

They're here!

Got them!

Frankie!

Frankie!

Here he is.

Sam!

There he is. He's fine.

He's fine.

There you go. Here's my...

Oh, Sam!

Oh, Sam!

Oh, Sam!

You're okay. He's okay.

He's okay.

He's okay.

Help me here, you silly sausage.

You're okay.

You scared me.

Don't do that again, okay?

You're okay.

You're alright.

Everyone was on the verge of exploding that night.

It was like there was something in the air.

Tensions were sky high.

God help you if you're ever the one to put Jess's kids in danger.

My mouth feels like I've got a dead dog in it.

I didn't sleep at all.

No.

I'm sorry.

I have no room in it.

My mouth feels like I've got a dead dog in it.

I didn't sleep at all.

Yeah, it's called a hangover.

You okay?

You know last night with the kids?

You were drinking.

We were all drinking.

But you were drunk.

And, you know, Frankie and Sam, they could have gotten seriously hurt.

They could have fallen into the pool.

They didn't.

But you were meant to look after them.

Okay?

Is this you?

I can't believe you'd think I'm...

...struck.

What if I don't want to drop it?

I'm just saying, Liz, maybe take a minute.

From what?

Jess, I fell asleep.

The boys are fine.

I honestly don't know why you're making such a good thing of this.

I know.

I know.

It was more important to get wasted than look after my children, I guess.

Um...

You know what, Jess?

This is...

This is actually the first holiday that I've had in years.

You know, I do 60-hour weeks.

I am constantly tired.

I've never had enough sleep.

Or spent enough time with my kids.

Or, God forbid, done something for myself.

Like go to the gym.

And my house, it's always a mess.

But there's nothing I can do about that.

Nothing.

Because my family are relying on my income to pay the mortgage.

I know.

We all need to relax, Liz.

I'm just saying, maybe it's time to take a break from the alcohol.

This is my break.

Jess, now, this is it.

It's happening.

Next week, I'm going to be back at work and I won't even have time to breathe.

So, please.

Please.

For the love of God, will you just let me?

Let me be sloppy.

Let me be lazy and drunk.

Yeah.

Just for one short week, please.

Without all the comments.

You're acting just like your mom.

Fuck off.

Okay.

Look, Liz, you can do what you want.

But just don't do it among my children, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Yeah.

Yeah.

No, I shouldn't be juggling a career and parenting around the car.

Oh, dear.

What a terrible example I am for your kids.

Sorry, Jess.

Sorry I've been busy saving lives while you've been filling bento boxes with homemade vegan sushi.

That's not what I'm saying.

Yes, it is.

Jess, it is.

No.

You have the kind of perfect, privileged life that 99% of women will never ever have.

Okay.

Yeah, my life's not perfect.

No.

No, but you are, aren't you?

And you make it very clear that the rest of us will never compare.

Come on, guys.

Hurry up.

Please.

Please.

Please.

I knew Jess would never trust me again.

We hardly saw each other after that holiday.

I rarely do school pick up, but when I did, we'd be like opposite ends of the playground.

And then after she had Betsy, it was like, it was like we'd never been friends.

And then that night she came into A&E and I had to ask myself, was she capable of hurting

her own child or was she protecting someone else?

Because she clearly knew more than she was telling me.

Yeah.

Come on.

What?

Come on.

Yes.

Look, I've been reflecting.

And I think, I think I was a bit, a bit hasty starting all the child protection procedures.

I'm afraid that horse is bolted as well, you know.

No, I just assumed that once you'd spoken to the parents and, you know, established what happened,

then there'd be no reason for further intervention.

But we haven't established what happened. The mother was vague and the father was clueless.

Look, Jess just doesn't trust me enough to tell me. So, no, honestly, this is absolutely not necessary

because those children are safe and then loved.

Dr Burgess, we know that you have a personal relationship with the family,

but you made this call based on what you saw.

Yeah, but everything's moving so fast. Please, believe me when I say,

this has to have been an accident. It just has to.

Thank you, Elizabeth. Right, now, for obvious reasons, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

I'm convinced this isn't an accidental injury.

We weren't able to interview either of the boys on their own with our dad in the room.

And an interview with the younger son was troubling. He was extremely distressed.

I'd say there's some undiagnosed behavioural issues.

You okay? What's going on? Why won't they let me see Betsy?

Take a seat, Mr. Carrisford. I haven't seen Betsy since yesterday.

You both need to sign this first, before you can see her.

You'll be agreeing that while the investigation takes place,

you will not be alone with any of your children.

Any of our children.

No, that's not going to happen.

This is for the safety of your children.

You've been to our home. You've talked to my family.

We don't need social services.

We're a decent family.

Unfortunately, Mr. Carrisford, child neglect and abuse don't discriminate based on wealth.

This is so weird, Chad.

Can I see your manager or director?

You can if you like, but I doubt she'll be able to help you.

The law states that when a child is at risk of harm,

children's services, that's me, must take steps to protect them.

How long has this gone for?

Until we know exactly what happened last night.

Can we just slow down a minute?

I'm sure there's a perfectly innocent explanation for how Betsy got hurt, right?

She fell. She fell. I told you that. She fell.

Please sign. Things will go more smoothly if you comply.

I'm not signing for your children.

Then we'll have to place your children into foster care.

You can't do that.

You can't do that!

You can't take our children!

You can't do that!

You can't do that!

You can't do that!

You can't do that!

You can't take our children in foster care.

You can't do that!