Original subtitles

(dramatic music)

- Hey, you.

- Hey.

- Did you have a good day?

For the baby.

- Steve!

- Have a look inside it, then.

- Oh!

Hmm.

- Why wait?

Come on, let's do it now.

Write the letter.

Look at me.

I want to take care of you.

All right?

Feet up on the sofa, full-time mum and all that?

Eh?

- You'll get bored of me.

- Oh, right, yeah!

Look how bored I am.

Bored.

Bored.

(Gemma laughs)

I told you, you stick with me, yeah,

because I'm your dream ticket.

- You reckon, do you?

- I do, yeah.

- Oh, right, so that's all it takes.

So you just turn it on,

flash me one of your big smiles and I go wobbly? (laughs)

- That's right.

Hard to resist, me.

Why would you want to, eh?

- What's that?

- What's what?

- That there?

Red, what is it?

(glass shattering) - Armed police!

On the ground now!

(Gemma screams)

- It's all right!

It's all right, love.

- Right you, up you get!

- Calm down!

- [Officer] Come on, come on!

- Gemma!

- [Officer] Easy does it.

- Gem!

Gem!

- Steve!

Steve!

(Gemma screams)

- I'm going to search you now.

- What?

Where's Steve?

(tense music)

Where have you taken him?

You've made a mistake.

- Gemma.

Dave Hunter.

I'm a detective.

I know this must be very confusing for you.

Gemma, look at me.

I need you to listen to me.

Are there any firearms, guns in your house?

- What?

- Any weapons?

Can you tell me where Steve was on Thursday?

Gemma.

Thursday, where was Steve?

- Work.

- Are you sure about that?

What time did he leave?

Gemma, concentrate.

We found a body.

A young man's body in a pub car park

and it appears they can place Steve at the scene.

Where does he keep his gun?

- He sells drinks.

Soft drinks.

- We will find it, Gemma, so if you want to help Steve,

you need to tell me anything you know.

- I don't know anything.

(police radio chattering)

(dramatic music)

- [Woman] In addition to the seriousness

of the charges of murder,

we would ask Your Honor to consider

the defendant's likeliness to abscond.

- [Man] I must also take into account

the Crown Prosecutor's concerns regarding the risk of flight

and the potential of reprisals from the victim's friends.

Therefore, the bail application is denied.

The defendant is to be remanded in custody.

(gavel bangs)

(child chattering)

- Excuse me.

I'm looking for the visitors' center.

- Yes?

- Visitor's center.

Am I going the right way?

(truck rumbling)

(gentle music)

- And this must be Mason.

I've heard all about you, young man.

Your dad'll be pleased to see you, won't he, eh?

Do you want to hold that?

Good lad.

See you in a minute.

See you later.

- [Woman] Hiya.

- Hello, Francesca.

Thank you.

- Thank you.

- Cheers.

Who are you here to see, love?

- Steven Roscoe.

I've got my ID.

Passport.

- That's fine.

This is for your locker, okay?

Put everything in there.

Your coat, your bag, jewelry, okay?

- Can I keep my ring?

- Oh, yes, you can keep that on.

Now you have to register for the biometric security.

- Thumb scan.

They can't get enough of the big words here.

Makes 'em feel important.

- She loves us really.

There you go, put your finger in there.

Look at the camera.

(camera beeping)

That's it.

There you are.

Take that number and we'll give you a call.

- Thank you.

Okay.

(banging locker)

- Stop it, Mason!

You're annoying that lady.

Stop staring!

It's rude!

Sorry.

It's his first time.

He's a bit freaked out.

(scoffs)

- I don't want him to be locked up.

- He'll be fine.

Mr Poley's a brave bear.

Once we go through that door, Mase, we're in.

And that's where they're building it,

a new football stadium for the Blades.

Even bigger than Wembley.

And your dad is helping to make it.

Isn't that great, that they chose Daddy?

- Yeah.

- That's right.

But, remember, it's top secret.

We're not allowed to see it and we don't tell anyone.

Okay?

- [Woman] Numbers 12 to 24, please.

- [Guard] In the box.

Arms up.

In the box.

- Right, step through and wait here.

Come on!

On the box.

(dramatic music)

- Open your mouth.

Wider.

Lift your tongue.

(door bangs shut)

- [Guard] Move along.

Come on now.

(door buzzing)

- It gets easier.

- Right over there, ma'am.

- Hi, can I help you?

(visitors chattering)

- Mase, prawn cocktail or cheese and onion?

Prawn cocktail, please.

- [Woman] Thank you, love.

(Gemma sighs)

- [Man] Looking good, Frannie.

- Do you like them?

Bad for the feet.

- Good for the mind.

(woman snickers)

Listen, I spoke to Nick.

He said he could sort out

that thermostat for you Saturday.

- Oh, no, I can't on Saturday

'cause Matt's got his football tournament.

I told you I need the car this weekend.

- All right, I'll ring him.

You just be careful you don't overheat.

- Well, I can't guarantee that.

- [Mason] Daddy!

- There he is!

- Hey!

All right, mate?

All right, mate?

How's it going, you good?

(gentle music)

- Please tell me, tell me it's a mistake.

- You know it's a mistake.

(Gemma crying)

Come on.

- Sit down.

(Gemma crying)

- Gem, come on.

Sit down.

(Gemma crying)

Shh, shh, shh.

Calm down.

Come on, it's all right.

Okay?

- (growling) Can't believe the size of him!

My little man, that!

I have missed you so much.

- I want the Wrestle Monster!

- I can't, Mase.

I've got to stay in my seat.

- Wrestle!

- Hey, come on.

Remember what I said?

It's funny rules in here.

- Mum's right.

Like, musical chairs.

(Mason scoffs)

- This man they say can put you at the scene.

What did that mean?

- I don't know.

- Do you know him?

Do you know who they're talking about?

- Gem!

I swear I don't know anything.

- What did the solicitor say?

- They said they'll set a trial date and then,

you know, hopefully it'll get thrown out.

- That's great.

Yeah, that's good news.

You know, they're going to sort it out, they'll fix it all.

- Gem, this is a nightmare.

They've got the wrong man.

- I know.

Of course I know.

Look at you, you...

You wouldn't dare.

And I'd kill you if you killed someone.

- Hey, why don't you go and have a look over there?

That looks fun.

- No.

- Oh, go on, Mase.

Hey, can you draw us one of your pictures?

Then you can tell me about your footy.

I want to hear all about that penalty.

Go on.

- See?

See why I haven't brought him?

- Well, then we have to tell him.

You know, he's not stupid.

He's not a baby.

- He's my baby and I don't want him to know

naught about this.

- You should've thought of that before.

- 10 weeks.

That's all.

He only has to believe it for 10 more weeks

and then you're home.

He'll be all right.

- What about you?

Still behaving?

- 'Course!

- Why are you wearing that?

- Oh, I'm er, I'm playing five-a-side after this.

I'm on the red team, innit.

- That's right.

You wear them for PE, don't you, Mase?

- So, how did Matt do in his mocks?

Have you heard anything yet?

- Yeah, he got, erm,

maths and English he got As, B in history,

and we find out about physics on Thursday.

- I'm proud of him.

I'd tell him myself if I saw him.

- Hmm.

Oh, before I forget,

I've got you a little treat.

Down there.

(he chuckles)

- Right, you, out.

- Think I'm being invited to leave.

Oh, one moment, officer.

(Steve chuckles)

- You best be getting out of here,

because I am never doing that.

- [Guard] That's enough.

Come on!

(Steve sighs)

- I had to lie to work.

Said I had the flu.

- I know.

I'm sorry.

- Do your mum and dad know?

Do you want me to tell them?

- No, no, no.

No, I'll tell them.

You know what my mum gets like.

(people laughing)

- It's noisy.

- It's like this all the time, even on the wing.

- Do you share a room?

- It's called a cell, Gem.

- Sorry.

Cell.

- Yeah.

Don't worry.

He's not my type.

- What?

- My cell mate, Gemma, he's an arsonist.

He burned down a pub in Huddersfield.

- Don't let him smoke in bed.

- Yeah.

- What's the food like?

- It's better than yours.

(Gemma laughs)

I'm joking.

- No, you're not.

- No, I'm not.

- Ladies and gentlemen, time's up.

- Oh.

(gentle music)

Don't worry.

We'll get you out of here.

(gentle music)

(disco music)

- Haven't you had enough queuing for one day?

- I'll get a bus.

- To where?

Come on, get in the car.

It does get--

- I don't want it to get easier.

My husband shouldn't even be here, you know,

he hasn't done anything wrong.

He's not like that, them.

- Is he on remand?

- Yeah.

- So they didn't let him out on bail?

- What are you saying?

- Someone, somewhere thinks he's done something wrong.

Seatbelt.

So you've people to help and talk to?

- Yeah, I've got people.

Lots of people.

- Good, 'cause you'll need them.

And you're eating?

- Can't.

- Well, you need to eat.

- Your husband...

- Paul.

- How long has he been in prison?

- Six years, six more to go.

Long term but not a lifer.

- What?

- He didn't kill anyone.

(tense music)

- Actually, can you...

Can you drop me here, please?

- Here?

- Mm-hmm.

You know, you don't know me.

Or my husband.

I think you're very rude.

- I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to upset you, love.

Here, this is my address.

Top one's my home number

but you're more likely to get me on my mobile.

So, if you need anything, just call me, yeah?

- I won't.

Thanks.

(engine revving)

(doorbell chimes)

- Hang on!

Oh my god!

Gemma!

(both laughing)

Oh!

You're not!

- I am.

- You are!

How many months?

- Six.

- Six months?

(gasps) Lovely little bump!

- [Child] Auntie Donna!

- I'm coming!

Don't touch that hot tap!

Come in, then.

Water baby, this one.

Live in the bath if she could.

(laughs) Right, you.

Sit there.

Look, it's your favorite.

Darren.

This is Gemma, one of my babies.

Hi, Darren.

- Hello.

- And this.

This is number seven.

Seven foster grandkids.

Oh!

How old does that make me sound?

You told your mum?

- I don't know where she is.

Glasgow?

The moon?

- I'll have to clear a space.

- What?

- The Wall of Shame.

- Oh.

- Always like that.

Used to have to give you a sweet to make you smile.

- Donna, there's something--

- So, who is he, the lucky fella?

- His name's Steve.

- Steve?

What does he do?

- He er, well, he runs his own business

and it's doing really well.

We bought a house about three months ago.

Cavendish Estate.

- Very nice!

(doorbell chimes)

Hey, you!

Ring if you're going to be late.

ADD.

So full of Ritalin, he rattles when he walks.

Oh, the Darrens of this world!

But you, Gemma, you are my success story.

So when are you going to bring him round to meet me, hmm?

Make sure he's good enough for you.

- Soon.

I'll call you.

(pop music)

- Move these bags and turn that down!

Dad sends his love.

Tea in half an hour.

It's pasta and I don't want any moaning.

Oh, I told Dad about your exam results.

He said he's really proud of you.

- Did he?

Right.

(dramatic music)

♪ So many songs to sing about you ♪

♪ So many miles to make my way ♪

♪ I'm still yours ♪

♪ Forevermore ♪

♪ So many songs to sing about you ♪

♪ So many miles to make my way ♪

♪ I'm still yours ♪

♪ Forevermore ♪

♪ Now and then you're gonna find ♪

♪ A love you thought you left behind ♪

♪ Take a chance to be a part ♪

♪ 'Cause love could last forever ♪

♪ So many songs to sing about you ♪

♪ So many songs to sing about you ♪

♪ So many songs to sing about you ♪

♪ So many miles to make my way ♪

♪ I'm still yours ♪

♪ Forevermore ♪

(newspaper rustling)

(knocking at door)

(newspaper rustling)

- [Gemma] Andy.

- Hi, Gemma.

- Do you know?

Steve, has he--

- Yeah, he rang me from prison.

Asked me to pop round.

He's worried about you.

Why don't we go and sit down?

- Oh, yeah, of course.

Come in.

Nobody will tell us anything.

Like how long is he going to be in there?

When are they going to let him out?

And they keep on asking these stupid questions like

where does Steve keep his gun?

- What?

- It's so ridiculous.

(breathless) I can't believe it.

- Hey, come on, come on, come on.

- (crying) I'm sorry.

- Come on.

Come on, come on.

It's all right.

Hey, it's all right.

- I'm all right.

I'm okay.

I'm...

- Ah, mate.

I don't know how to make this any better.

Look, all I can do is tell you,

you don't have to worry about the business.

I told Steve I'll keep everything going,

keep it afloat, while this is sorted out.

- Thank you.

- Well, he's my partner.

What else am I going to do?

- I told the police Steve were at work Thursday.

He were.

Weren't he?

- Look, Steve came to work, he picked up a van,

he did a delivery, and then he came back

a couple of hours later.

- That's what you told the police?

- I'm sorry, Gem, I had to tell them the truth.

- Well, isn't there someone?

They must be able to vouch for him?

- Yes, but not the whole time.

I'm sorry.

Hey.

(Gemma sniffles)

Look, I know Steve didn't do this.

He couldn't.

I really want to help, but...

- But you don't know where he were for those two hours.

- No.

(tense music)

(schoolchildren chattering)

- [Lou] Have you got your books?

- [Mason] Yeah.

- And your homework?

- Yeah.

- And, remember, I love you, yeah?

I love you so much

my hand's fallen off!

And the other one!

Whoops!

- Mum!

- Hello.

I'm back.

- Hello, stranger.

Weren't expecting you today.

- I know I should have called,

but I just felt so much better this morning

so I thought I'd come in.

I had really, really bad flu.

- I know.

We got your message.

Not the baby, is it?

Nothing's happened?

- Oh no, the baby's fine.

- I just had an awful feeling--

- Really, everything's fine.

I just, well, I had a very, very upset tummy.

- I thought you said it was flu.

- [Child] Mason, come and play football!

- Look, if you're ill, it's absolutely no problem

if you want to go home.

I'll call you a cab.

No, I know what it's like with the flu.

You feel fine as long as you're not doing anything,

but the moment you overdo it, you--

- My husband's been arrested.

- Oh!

- They came to the house and they just took him away.

- Oh, that must've been a terrible,

well, a shock.

What was he arrested for, if you don't mind me, uh...

- Murder.

I can't even believe I'm saying it.

- Well, do you, um...

Let me get you a drink.

Do you want some water?

- No.

No, thank you.

- Let me uh...

I don't know what to say.

I can't imagine what you must be going through.

- Thank you.

(blowing nose)

- So what actually happened?

- What do you mean?

- Well, was it a fight?

Was it someone Steven knew?

- I don't,

I don't know.

- Yes I think I might've just read about it

in the local paper, front page.

It was a shooting, point blank.

Is that the one?

It must be the one.

He was a father of two, you know.

I think his youngest is up at St Bede's.

Awful, awful business.

For everyone.

(tense music)

(drink pouring)

(door unlocking)

- Hiya!

Did you have a good day?

- 'ckin' A.

- Matthew!

- Sorry mum.

Mum, this is Saskia.

- Hello, Mrs. Miller.

- Francesca, please.

- Oh, okay.

- Can I get anyone a drink?

- [Saskia] Yes, please.

- What would you like?

- [Saskia] Anything, please.

- You might want to narrow your choices.

- Before you ask, they're not homemade.

- It's okay.

My mum doesn't bake either.

- Saskia's mum is a lawyer.

- Human rights.

- Oh, right.

- [Saskia] You've got a really lovely house.

- Thank you.

And how was your day?

- Want to go upstairs?

- Thanks for the drink, Mrs- Francesca.

- You're welcome.

So, how was Chamber?

- Crap.

- Why do you always say things like that?

- 'Cause it's true.

Everyone's been asked to audition for County.

Everyone.

Except me.

Might as well just give up now.

- You can't give up.

You know how your dad loves to hear you play.

- Do you know how stupid that makes you sound?

- Kyle says he's got two Theo Walcott cards,

so I can have one of his.

- That's nice of him, Mase.

I were thinking dippy egg and soldiers for tea?

How would that do you?

- Good!

- Later.

- She's lovely.

So how long have you two been seeing each other?

- Few weeks.

Couple of months.

- You've kept her quiet, didn't you?

- Yeah, well, her old man's a bit funny

about her coming round here.

- Oh.

Right.

So, what does Saskia's father do?

- He's a banker

- A banker?

That's a surprise.

- Mum, stop it--

- Another morally upright citizen.

- Behave.

- Free double standards with every Savile Row suit.

Well.

Think I'll just go and take this to Lauren

to go and do her practice.

Help yourself to another drink, love.

(doorbell chimes)

- I've come to pick up Saskia.

Is she ready?

- She's just coming.

Would you like to come in?

- No, thank you.

Er, we've got to go.

- Pinstripes.

They say they're making a come back.

- Sorry?

- Your suit.

It's really nice.

So, is there anything in particular you wanted to know?

- I've just come to pick up my daughter.

'Cause I'm sure you've heard all the rumors

and surfed the internet.

My husband is serving an 18-year sentence

for drug trafficking.

So you can imagine what that involved.

Speed boats.

Sawn-off shotguns.

It was all really Ross Kemp.

- I didn't say anything.

- You said it with your eyes.

And that you won't step over my threshold.

We are a respectable family.

Not so very different to your own.

- Hi, Dad.

Thanks for having me, Francesca.

- You're welcome.

Matt?

Lauren?

Who's going to help me with tea?

(gentle music)

(rock music)

(doorbell chiming)

(music stops)

- Gemma?

DS Hunter.

Look, I managed to get your phone back for you.

I thought you'd want it as soon as possible.

- What are they doing?

- Door-to-door inquiries.

Can I come in?

(door bangs shut)

Yeah, we managed to rush it through.

They weren't happy, but I thought in your condition

you wouldn't want to be without it.

- I want to know what evidence you've got on Steve.

- Well, I'm afraid I'm not allowed to tell you that.

- Why's that?

Is that because you've not actually got any evidence?

Steve said he doesn't know the man

that you've said he's killed.

- Look, Steve's been served with

all the evidence against him.

- And if he knows, then you can tell me then.

- Steve, his solicitor,

they have everything that we've got on him.

If they're not sharing this evidence with you,

you need to ask yourself why.

Gemma, can I ask you a personal question?

- What?

- Do you love Steve?

- Got no idea.

- Gemma, you know Steve better than anyone.

And that's why you can help.

You're so close to him that you'd notice any tiny changes.

Was there anything different about him that night?

Did he wash his shoes?

Spend a bit longer in the shower?

Was he moody or...

- No.

- You didn't notice anything?

- No, I didn't notice anything,

because he hasn't done anything.

- Why do you think we are doing all this

digging up your garden?

Questioning your neighbors?

All this manpower, all this money?

- I don't know!

But you're wasting your energy,

looking in the wrong place,

ruining the wrong peoples' lives.

- Oh, poor you.

You think you've got it tough,

what about the dead man's widow?

It's their daughter's birthday today.

Molly.

Four years old.

I've been a copper for a long time,

and behind almost every arrest there's a woman,

"Oh, he didn't do anything, you got the wrong man!"

And these women, they either know everything

and they're lying through their teeth,

or they're just the stupid ones.

Which one are you, Gemma?

Are you devious, or are you just dumb?

- Get out.

Get out of my house.

- How well do you really know Steve?

Have any idea where he goes when he steps outside that door?

- I know my husband.

- What, you think you can just carry on?

Pretty little Gemma in her doll's house.

We haven't even started.

(tense music)

(window shatters)

- (dramatic music)

(silverware clinking)

(tense music)

- "And the little monkey looked up

"at his mummy and daddy and smiled.

"Then they tucked him away in his little jungle bed.

"And the little monkey took one last look

"at his favorite star and closed his eyes.

"Night night, little monkey, sweet dreams,

"tomorrow will be a brand new day."

- Night, Sean.

(TV clicks off)

- Oh, hey, Gemma!

(Gemma gasps)

Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump.

Aubergine and ricotta lasagna.

We didn't know if you were vegetarian.

- No, I'm not.

- My wife just wrote it down.

Medium-hot oven.

Takes about 40 minutes.

- Thanks

Thank you.

I don't mean to be rude,

but I was just going to get to bed.

- Right, sorry, I should've rung.

I'm sorry.

Listen, Gemma, er...

I don't want to put any more pressure on you,

but I just want to give you a heads-up.

- What is it?

- There may be some child protection issues

with Steven's arrest that might affect your position.

- But I haven't done anything!

- Absolutely.

But, you know what the governors are like

on this kind of thing.

There may be a push to offer you compassionate leave.

- I really need my job now.

- Of course.

I understand.

I just want you to know that, whatever happens,

I'll do my utmost to protect you.

- Thank you.

For this.

- Oh, right.

Bye, Gemma.

- Goodnight.

(gentle music)

(tense music)

- Won't be long.

Mummy's here.

(tense music)

(Gemma retching)

(tense music)

(Gemma crying)

- Are you in this for free or summat?

What are you doing with your money?

You need new treads.

- You need a new face!

(laughing)

(knocking at window)

- [Man] Sorry, it's a bit out.

- You will be.

Now do one.

What you doing messing around with bud?

Put in as much hard graft as you do in there

you could triple your money, quadruple it.

- I'm not interested, I don't do the hard stuff!

- Never make hard cash then, will ya?

Little low-rent Lou

hasn't got the balls for it.

- Still got more than you.

(laughing)

- Get out me car.

(laughing) Laters, Lou.

(gentle music)

(tense music)

- Slowly, slowly, catchy monkey.

Breathing in.

Breathing out.

I'm fine, and you're fine.

We're all fine.

Oh, look, very bold.

- All right?

(door unlocking)

- You coming in?

- Mum!

- [Lou] Stop making a fuss.

- Now you, you keep yourself decent today, all right?

It's amazing they haven't banned you.

That poor officer--

- Highlight of his miserable life!

- Thank you.

Put your finger on there, please.

And you're visiting Steven Roscoe, yes?

- What are you involved in?

- What are you talking about?

- Why is there a gun in your mum's caravan, Steve?

- Gemma.

Gem--

- I found it.

Steve.

I know.

- Gemma, look, it's not what you think, it's not.

- What have you done?

- I've done nothing.

- Please, Steve.

Stop lying to me.

Please.

- I've been set up, right?

Someone planted the gun.

- Why would they do that?

- I don't know.

- How would they do that?

- Gemma, I don't know.

- But you've got the keys to your caravan, Steve.

You and your mum, you know.

No-one else knows even about it.

So how would they do that?

- I don't know, Gemma.

They must've found a way in,

they must've forced their way in.

- No-one had broken in.

It was locked.

You put the gun there.

- I didn't.

I know it looks like that--

- Oh, stop lying to me!

- All right.

All right, I'll tell you, okay?

But it weren't my fault.

Okay?

I got involved in something.

- What sort of thing?

- It was driving.

Just moving cars for this bloke.

No questions asked.

I knew that they was probably stolen,

but I thought, you know...

I thought, you know,

I'll just do it.

10 cars, that's all,

enough to pay for the kitchen

and then I'll get out.

But this guy just...

He wouldn't let me stop.

- What do you mean?

- Well, that's why I went to the pub.

Right?

To tell him I were done.

But he weren't having it, went nuts,

he started pushing and shoving me.

I tried to leave, he followed me outside.

He attacked me, Gem.

Gem, he pulled out a gun, right?

He said he's going to shoot me.

He said he's going to kill me.

And I remember thinking,

"Hang on a second, I don't want to die."

I want you, I want the baby and I just,

I grabbed him and the gun, it just,

it just goes off.

I panicked, you know.

I still had the gun in my hand.

I ran to the car, and I just,

I just drove back to work.

- You idiot.

- I know.

Gemma, I didn't realize, okay?

I just, I got mixed up in something and it just--

- You lied to me.

- I had to lie to you.

- Steve, we don't do that.

We don't lie to each other.

- Gemma, look at me, right?

I wanted to tell you but I couldn't.

Please, Gem.

I had to protect you and protect the baby.

Gemma, please, look at me.

- No.

Don't touch me.

- Gemma?

- Can you let me out, please?

- Gemma!

- Please, can you just, can you just let me out?

(dramatic music)

- Are you okay?

- I just want to go home.

(Francesca sighs)

(car horns honking)

- It's just here.

Thank you.

- How many weeks are you?

- 28.

- Oh, so you're over the worst, then.

(birds chirping)

- [Gemma] Bye.

- Bye.

(mobile ringing)

Hiya.

(water dripping)

- Oh, god!

(water dripping)

(gentle music)

(Gemma shouts)

- [Francesca] All right, I'll see you later.

- I need your help.

Please, now, come on!

- I'm coming, I'm coming.

(dramatic music)

(water dripping)

- [Gemma] Quick!

Come on.

- It's all right, don't panic.

- [Gemma] I don't know what to do.

- Alright, take these, they are Italian calfskin.

They don't do wet.

- No-one's even picking up.

- Don't bother about that, where's the stopcock?

- What cock?

- Stand aside, I'm going in.

Here we go.

Oh, my!

- [Gemma] Come on.

- It should be in here.

I've got it.

Pull.

(bright music)

(Francesca laughs)

- Thank you.

- Oh!

- [Gemma] What are you doing?

(water splashing)

(both shouting)

- Have you got any conditioner?

(Francesca laughs)

Oh, my god.

- What do I do now?

- Well, you open your window,

you chuck out the carpet,

and you let it all dry out.

- I don't think I can do this.

- Well, you don't have to.

You can walk away.

- But I love him.

- Well, then you'll find a way to live with it.

Every day, first thing, when you wake up,

you forget and you reach out

and there's no one there.

To share, to hold your hand,

to be there.

Then the doubts, and the questions,

"Does this count?

"Is this still love?"

Nobody out there knows what it's like.

But we do.

(gentle music)

- Come here.

(bright music)

(dramatic music)