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- [soft acoustic guitar theme music]

[pensive orchestral music]

- [Radio Announcer] The Prime Minister's son

is reported missing in the Sahara desert,

while taking part in an international motor race.

It's yet another blow for the beleaguered Prime Minister,

who only recently was voted one of

the most unpopular Prime Ministers in history.

[doorbell buzzing]

- Thank for doing this.

- Yeah, well I'm doing this for you, not him.

- You came, thank god.

- After the drugs charge, he lost his candidacy,

never picked himself up after it.

Just wasn't the same Jack.

Before it was cocaine, and now

he's started mixing it with heroin.

- What?

- Why the hell didn't you tell us before?

- We didn't put it together at first.

And then we didn't realize how

bad it was till it was too late.

I came home from work last week,

and he was rolling 'round on the floor,

shouting about headaches and cramp,

so I gave him some aspirin and put him to bed.

When I went to check on him, I couldn't wake him.

- He got blood poisoning from a dirty needle

or whatever crap his dealer uses to cut the heroin.

We took him to the hospital,

they pumped him full of antibiotics and methadone,

and then just turfed him out.

- He was back on heroin the next day.

- So, um, what is it you want us to do exactly?

- [Saaghoor] Help us detox him.

- Isn't a rehab unit the best place for that?

- He refuses point blank to go there,

says their petty rules remind him of boarding school.

- Very Jack.

- [Orla] This is what he wants,

he really wants to get off it.

- We need to keep him re-hydrated

and moving, but not leave the flat for any excuse.

- There'll be plenty of those.

- One foot outside this flat, he'll go

straight back to his dealer and score.

- What's the street price of heroin these days?

Ow, what? Well it's got to set him back a bit.

- [Saaghoor] Valium for the panic attacks, anti-nausea.

- [Charlie] How long will it take?

- [Saaghoor] A few weeks, give or take.

- [Orla] Those who can should take time off work.

- It's best to have two of us here, if things get volatile.

We might need to contain him.

- What, lock him up?

- Whatever it takes.

- [Orla] If you're not up for it, just say.

- No one's saying that, Orla.

- [Lilly] Of course not.

- It's a big ask, that's all.

- Shouldn't his family pitch in?

- His father cut off all ties

after the drugs bust, there's no one.

- Don't we owe him this, all of us?

Dear god, without him, you wouldn't even have met.

Are we just forgetting that?

- Jack?

[tense music]

- We said we'd start on a Monday.

- We start today, Jack, as agreed.

- But Monday is the first day of a working week.

It makes no sense to start on a Sunday.

I need to score one more hit, and then we'll get down to it.

First thing tomorrow morning, I'll get down.

Charlie, Charlie, you're with me on this, right?

Charlie?

- Okay, I can do Tuesday afternoon,

so just need cover up until then.

I've got something on tomorrow, but you can take it.

- Aye, put us down for the first shift.

- Me too.

- I might be okay for later in the week,

Wednesday or Thursday.

- Stay the night, Orla has made up a bed for us.

Right, well let me come with you tomorrow.

Saaghoor can cover here for a few hours.

- I prefer going on my own anyway, you know that.

- Come here.

One day we'll see this for what it is, a bad patch.

We'll beat this yet, you'll see.

[water sloshing]

- Okay Jack, come here.

[breathing heavily]

- You said my head had to be, my head had to be

in the right place. One more hit.

I'll start with one more hit.

- Shhh, hold still now.

[somber music]

- How the wives and mothers feel seeing

their men going off to the Falklands,

is it a just force, defending British citizens,

or the last gasp of a dying Empire?

And I want a profile piece on Shirley Williams

for the second segment, a year after quitting

Labor for the STP, regrets, highs, lows.

[Lilly sobbing]

- You're scaring me, Lilly.

What's happened?

Tell me.

- All those years, all that aggro

we worked through trying to get the pill.

It never crossed my mind I wouldn't be able to get pregnant,

now we're ready, I just assumed.

That was the only pregnancy I'll ever have.

- A doctor told you that?

So see another one, get a second opinion.

- That was the second opinion.

Or the fourth, I've lost count.

It's called Asherman's Syndrome, it's when

an abortion damages the womb.

- Isn't there something they can do? Operate?

- It's too risky, the scarring's too bad.

I was prepared to take the risk, but.

- Alan still doesn't know?

- Only that I have a problem conceiving, not why.

This was like a point on the horizon to fix on,

something I could aim for.

It's like a light's gone out, Charlie.

- Do you hate him for it?

Jack?

- Tend to do.

- Stay, don't go like this.

- No, I'm fine, I'll call.

- Wait, I'll come with you!

Lilly!

[somber music]

[music playing softly in background]

- [Alan] There's other places we can go to, you know?

What's his name, the one in Manchester?

They've only did the testing bit.

- It's over.

- Well, we'll try other alternatives, there's adoption.

- You always said that you couldn't

love a child that wasn't yours.

- Well, I want what you want, Lilly, if it's a baby

- What about when it's not a baby anymore?

When it's a stroppy teenager with a mind of its own?

- Well, I hope I've learned to love it by then.

- Love like that's not something you learn,

it's something you give unconditionally.

- Hey hey hey.

[sobbing]

Shhhhh.

[sighing heavily]

We're gonna still have a good life, me and you.

We can do things that couples with kids can't do, you know?

Travel, and

we'll be free.

- Houston, we have a problem.

- Ah, there's my precious girl.

- I came home from work, and she'd

camped out on the doorstep waiting.

- I need to be near a television set at all times,

things are moving so fast.

Oh, I need a radio for the world service,

a short wave one, and some pens.

- Mum, where are your pills?

Your pills, where are they?

- Oh, I'm taking a break from them, dear.

Someone has to keep a look on the Argentinean casualties,

you can't trust them to tell us.

368 died on the Belgrano, and all we hear about

are the 20 who died on the Sheffield.

They talk about a proportionate response,

how is that a proportionate response?

Either every human life is of value, or it isn't.

- This brings back memories,

of days of yore when we were students.

- Where did you and I ever do this as students?

- In here we did, much more.

[laughing]

- God only knows what she's doing down there.

- Well, what's one more cuckoo in the nest?

How about I do your shift here tomorrow?

You can sort out your mum.

- What about work?

- I'm not in court until the day after, so.

This thing with Lilly, you think

it's the biological clock they're on about?

That she left it too late?

Maybe it's time we got our show

on the road in that department.

- What if it's a trade-off?

A woman becomes a mother, she puts her child's needs

before her own, that's what we're

programmed to do, that's the deal.

What if it means everything I considered you gets lost?

I get lost?

Like that poem, not waving but drowning.

- Well, you won't be in it alone,

because I'll be right there with you.

I'd be your life raft.

- [TV Announcer] Further air operations were

also conducted over the Falkland Islands today.

The attack on Port Stanley Air Field

this morning was successful.

The only aircraft involved returned safely.

In the case of sea harrier attacks,

one of our aircraft was shot down.

The pilot has been killed.

His name will be announced after confirmation

has been received that his next of kin have been informed.

All the other sea harriers returned safely.

[eerie music]

[breathing shakily]

- I just need to get there.

Okay, when tomorrow?

I'll contact you.

Guilty.

[birds chirping]

[car engine starting]

[pensive music]

- [Charlie] The manic phase is hard enough,

when she crashes into the depression,

and now she has this thing about The Falklands.

- [Doctor] Obsessions are a common symptom

of manic depression, a chemical imbalance in their brain can

- I know what it means, I've had to deal

with it long enough.

I just can't hold down a job

and watch her 24 hours a day anymore.

I can't do it.

I need you to help me get her admitted again.

Get her back on the medication, I can pretty well

cope with her when she's on it.

You're her doctor, they'll have to

listen to you, won't they?

- Sorry, Miss Pew, there's an embargo

now on all voluntary psychiatric admissions.

It's part of the new mental health policy

from the government.

All long-term mental hospitals have to be closed,

all patients relocated to hostels or at home.

Care in the community, that's what they're calling it.

- Then she'll have to be sectioned,

so it's not a voluntary admission.

- They can only do that if she's a threat

to herself or others.

- So what, we wait until she cuts her wrists again,

or takes another overdose?

- Is there no one in your family that can help you?

- My brothers say their own families are their priority.

Apparently, caring is women's work.

She pulled the ladder up after her, didn't she, Thatcher?

Didn't see that coming.

Sorry to waste your time.

[up-tempo hip hop music]

[groaning]

- [Banker] How can I help, Mrs. Harper?

- I'd like to start my own business.

- What sort of business would that be?

- Greeting cards.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

I've applied for an enterprise allowance.

I've put some costs together.

I need a loan of 3,000 pounds

for three months to get started.

That'll buy a print run of 1,500 to produce 12,000 cards

from my own designs I did in art college.

I need to research current trends, of course,

I'm aiming for the high end of the market, though,

big department stores, independent art and gift shops.

- Have you approached any of them?

Secured any potential orders?

- Without any finished cards to show them?

It's chicken and egg, isn't it? Catch 22.

- We're not in the habit of handing

out unsecured loans, Mrs. Harper.

- This is the enterprise culture everyone's on about, is it?

- You need collateral, your house for example.

You need your husband's support for that, obviously.

- Obviously.

- Excuse me.

[indistinct talking]

- [Charlie] Oh no, don't say it.

- The front door was locked, we thought he was in his room.

- Look, he can't have gone far, his car's right

- Go into the kitchen, Mum.

Do you think we should get Jay back to check on him?

- Let him sleep it off first.

- Orla, is there a key for this room?

- There might be a spare bunch in the kitchen, let's see.

- It's for the loan.

To pay the printer for the first run,

and once it's paid off and up and running

- Did you see the interest rate on this?

- I went to four banks, Alan.

Each and every one laughed me out of court,

that was the best deal I could get

and I had to beg to get that.

- Do you need that many cards, Lilly?

- The more you print, the cheaper it is,

that's just how it works.

I'll do the folding and stuffing

of envelopes to keep costs down.

- 12,000 cards? I mean, we should all live so bloody long!

What if you can't pay back the loan, we'll lose the house.

Hey, no, don't be like that.

- No, it's a daft idea. - Don't be like that, Lilly.

- No, I don't understand the rush.

Lilly, it's a big step.

- Waiting won't change anything.

- Look, you start at that new school next term,

you're going to be working all day,

I don't know how you're going to find time to be packing

- [Lilly] I called them.

- What?

- I called them, told them I'm quitting teaching.

I'm not spending every day

surrounded by kids, Alan, I'm not.

Right, we need to get a phone in here,

and if you could set up that computer.

[pensive, sad music]

- I hope I did the right thing, calling you.

He's still pretty much out of it.

- [Man] Thanks.

Jack?

On my way here, I was thinking how this all started,

this estrangement between us.

When you were little, everybody called you "Daddy's Boy",

drove your mother mad.

"He only has eyes for you," she used to say.

You always used to wait for me

at the front door when I got home, always, without fail.

But then you went away to school, and it was me,

who was waiting at the door,

but it wasn't the same child who came back.

No, it was an angry little stranger.

Was I to blame for that?

Was I to blame for sending you away to school?

Never did me any harm.

And then later, when you were a teenager,

you were doing what all kids do,

you were finding your own way,

and I thought that challenging me was part of that,

and that you'd pull through it.

All I could feel was the loss

of that little boy who used to wait for me.

I feel his absence even in your presence.

That was when it started, wasn't it?

Our war of attrition?

The day I drove you to that bloody school.

The wrong turns you've taken since,

I've driven you there, too.

I do want to help you through this, Jack.

Let me.

[quietly sobbing]

- [Jack] I did it for you.

- [Jack's Father] I think we both know why you did it, Jack.

Look in the mirror, Jack, look!

Loyalty has nothing to do with it.

- [Charlie] Of course you feel, you get so angry,

that's the proof of it.

- [Jack] I have never met anybody

so full of pre-digested crap.

- [Charlie] If I needed further proof

of my total irrelevance to you, today is it.

Whatever this pitiful excuse

for a relationship is, it's over.

What was it you said in your interview,

about being defined by moral values?

- [Jack] I'm here, aren't I?

- [Charlie] You hesitated, Jack, you hesitated.

[echoing]

[sobbing]

- I don't want Victorto see me like this.

- Orla has taken him to the station, he's gone to Tuxworth.

Group action from the riots, police misconduct.

Reading them the riot act, knowing him.

- The best man won, didn't he?

You chose well.

[sobbing]

- Jack.

- Everything I touch turns to shit, Charlie.

- That's not true.

- Name one thing, one fucking thing I've not screwed up.

Losing you is top of the bloody list.

- It was always a fire-fighting operation.

You and your demons.

I thought if I just hung in long enough.

But you're the only one who can beat them, Jack.

This hell that you're going through now,

maybe this is what it takes to make you see.

- How the hell can I live any of this through?

The damage I have done?

I'm worthless.

Worthless, useless, pointless rubbish,

piece of shit that I am!

I want out of this shit of a life, I want out, I want out!

- Jack!

- I'm worthless, a worthless fucking

- Piece of shit! - Stop it!

- I just want out of this fucking life!

- Stop it, stop it!

- Jack! - Fuck!

- Stop it! Stop it! - I want out of this

- Shit of a life!

- Stop it!

Mum?

Mum, Mum?

[cheery, folky music]

- Alright, that's 9,225.

- [Margaret Thatcher] The Battle of the Falklands

was a remarkable military operation.

Boldly planned, bravely executed,

and brilliantly accomplished.

We owe an enormous debt to the British forces,

we honor them all.

They have been supported by a people,

united in defense of our way of life,

and of our homeland territory.

- From a nation of deceptors to flag-waving

nationalists, some county.

- [Orla] Someone's feeling better.

- Still no news?

- I'll take their stuff while I'm here.

- [Orla] Stay, eat with us.

- Victor's waiting for me.

- I had the weirdest dream the other night,

we were back together, you and me.

Blast from the past.

- If Mum turns up or anything

- [Orla] You'll be the first to know.

Charlie, you dropped this.

Could she be here?

- Oh god.

[car radio playing pop music]

[eerie crying]

[chimes jingling]

- [Charlie] Oh my god!

[shushing]

- [Man On Loudspeaker] You must evacuate the area!

Clear the area!

[whistles blowing and dogs barking]

Clear the area! Immediately!

[crowd screaming and yelling]

Evacuate the area!

[women singing in unison]

- Mum? Mum?

Come on, Mum, come on.

[woman screaming]

[dogs barking]

There we are.

[sobbing]

- I'm so sorry.

What I put you through.

I'm no good to myself or anyone else, am I?

- We're none of us perfect.

[sobbing]

[sighing heavily]

- You tried forcing it?

- Tried, and failed.

- Why didn't the kid give you the door keys?

- If we knew where they were,

police had to force their way in.

- So, you two still based down in Florida.

- Most summers we're here, or France.

Have a place near Nice, now.

So, life in Edinborough, you're running a bookshop there?

- Yeah, my customers call me Mr. Sing.

- Consulting surgeons are the only doctors

allowed to be called Mr. I never got that far, did I?

- Oh, they wrote to us, about the civil thing.

- Marriage, is the word.

Or is that a dirty word when applied to the likes of me?

- I was going to say congratulations.

- I think we have lift-off.

- Where'd you find those?

- In the study.

I give up, its secret stays in there.

- Want a hand?

Victor was talking to Alan at lunch,

apparently his marriage didn't work out, he's divorced.

- And you're telling me this because?

Oh yes, I see, because you think that after all these years,

we might be in for a touching reunion, nice try.

- Tell me, does it make it easier

punishing me rather than yourself?

If so, knock yourself out.

- [TV Announcer] It was only a shabby street

behind Paddington Station, but tonight it was

the focus of world attention.

Just top corner of the heir apparent was visible.

- Thanks for coming.

- So, your card business is taking off.

- Well, I did hope.

You didn't get me here to talk about that, did you?

- You're the last person I should be telling this to.

But you're the first person I thought of.

I'm pregnant.

- I thought you were on the pill.

- I missed a couple.

Our mercy mission with Jack, forgot to double up.

- Oh no, not Jack.

- I was afraid you'd be angry, or hate me, or both.

You're better than that.

- Does Victor know?

- No.

My first thought was, abort it.

But what if it's Victor's?

Then I thought, maybe I only want

to get rid of it because I'm scared.

- Scared of what?

- If I have it, I'll disappear.

It won't be me.

I asked the doctor at the clinic

if there was a prenatal test they could do

before it was born which could tell

- The race.

- The paternity.

They'll only do tests like that

when there's a genetic risk of a

condition incompatible with life.

- If I tell Victor, I'll lose him.

I mean, it's Jack, isn't it?

- Tell him it's someone else's.

- It's not just one lie in one conversation, is it?

I'd have to live with it for a lifetime.

What sort of person would that make me?

- [Victor] The man of the house is home!

Where's that fatted calf?

- [Charlie] I need to talk to you about something.

- That sounds ominous.

- Will you just sit down, please?

[soft, sad music]

- If not mine, then who?

- You were out with a case, there was a party

after the studio one night.

I had too much to drink, and I

- Someone you work with?

- It could still be yours.

There's no way of knowing until

- It's born and we see what color it is.

What we have isn't enough for you, is it?

- Yes, it was just,

a moment of weakness.

What we have is more than I ever hoped for.

It's more than I deserve.

[breathing heavily]

- Niggers, not got the bloody sense they was both with.

- What did you call me?

- West End lost again, have they?

[laughing]

[grunting]

[groaning]

- What happened to you?

- A moment of weakness.

- Is this it for us, Victor?

[heavy, moody orchestal music]