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Did they tell you how long? - Six months. At most.

Probably. - And where is Maya?

- I told ya I was seeing Kat tonight.

- Well, you can't be here. I'm busy. - Handyman?

- I wanted sex. It's just not worth all the...

- Sorry.

- I've been driven out of my flat, and I know that if I stay here,

I am going to drink some of that wine.

- 20 years ago, I had an affair...with Helen,

and I thought, "What good would it do to tell you?"

- You haven't noticed the ring, have you? Just step back completely,

and when you do, I'll persuade Hannah it's for the best,

get her to make no more demands on you ever.

- I'm her dad. - Mate, she's got a dad.

- This is Gaby. - I'm his girlfriend.

- Right!

- Don't fall off the wagon, because Maya needs you.

- I can't imagine what problem your wife has with me, but...

- She's dead. - I beg your pardon?

- Someone told me about your wife. I'm sorry.

- Everyone makes mistakes. Right?

- We should go out.

Give it a go, like exposure therapy.

- HE LAUGHS

- You're my student.

- Yeah, I know. I mean as a mate.

- HENRY: - I deserve some love, some kindness.

We love each other!

Don't we?

- I don't know if I do any more.

I don't know if I do.

- You don't love me?

Because of Helen? - No.

- It was a long time ago, and I didn't tell you

because it meant nothing!

I was trying to protect you... - Stop it.

- I've never done anything like that before or since...

- Henry, please listen to me. - ..and despite all that,

all our time together,

you've just now decided you don't love me any more?!

- Look, I'm just trying to... - Interesting!

Really interesting.

Yes, it's hard for both of us, but we do love each other,

and whatever happens,

we are going to do it together, all right?!

- That's exactly what I want, that we work through this together.

- I don't want to hear it.

- DOOR SLAMS

GAIL: You can understand my difficulty.

That's why I came to you.

It's a moral question. - Indeed.

- I told him maybe I didn't love him any more,

but he just stopped me talking.

Said he didn't want to hear it.

Just walked away.

And given what's going on, maybe he's right.

Maybe it's selfish.

- Six months?

- Apparently.

DOOR CLOSES

Maybe I should keep my feelings to myself, but I hoped,

if we talked,

that he'd understand,

that we could work it out somehow and things could change.

- I conduct a lot of weddings here.

I talk to the couples about the commitment

they're making to each other.

We discuss the qualities that might be important.

Support, honesty, respect.

We talk about the flexibility a lifetime together requires.

As we seek to live authentic lives,

we must allow the space for authenticity in others.

But it won't be perfect.

Our lives are a process.

- LAPTOP BEEPS

- Please...don't.

- You try.

Fail.

Fail again.

- LAPTOP BEEPS

- Fail better.

People change.

And grow.

A good marriage will allow for that.

- Maybe you could talk to him.

- No.

I think that's something you have to do yourself.

All he has to do is...listen.

- Yes.

Well...

Thank you.

- Of course.

- CLEARS HIS THROAT

- Storm tonight.

- What?

- On the weather forecast.

They said there'll be a storm.

- # I'll stand outside his window

# Till I'm furniture for birds

# Just tell me what you heard

# Life

# The sun will rise again for us

# Each day as if the first

# If I can only find the words

# Life

# My angel. #

- I want to talk about Personal Independence Payment. - PIP?

- Yes, PIP. I tried calling, but... - PIP isn't anything to do with me. - Yeah, I know, but I thought...

- I agreed to meet about your benefits...

- Look, they said I needed an assessment, so I go all the way there

to this room, in front of this man, who seems friendly, but...

- There's nothing I can do. - Listen,

I've put together all my medical notes,

and I don't think he's even looked at them.

Right? And I'm telling him about all the things that I can and can't do,

and he makes me feel like I'm lying, but I'm not. I'm telling the truth

about needing help with food and personal care and...

And by the end of it, I've lost my money.

The money that I've had for years...

- Criteria have changed. - I haven't changed!

- The criteria... - Actually, I have.

Right? It's got worse. I get loads of bad days recently.

And I've got arthritis in my hand from using it too much,

which gets worse and worse.

So, yeah, the criteria have changed, and I want to know why.

- That's not my...

- It's those without any voice that have been hit

by the brunt of austerity!

Poor people, disabled people... - Hannah, I think maybe that's enough... - It hurts!

It's not just my arm.

Right? It affects the whole side of my body.

It affects the way I walk and the way I sleep.

I just need to speak to a human being.

I'm not begging.

That is my money that I'm entitled to,

to allow me to live my life like anyone else...

- If you don't leave, I'll have to call someone.

- Uh, what are you doing?

- Why didn't you back me up?

- I didn't have a problem with the pencils.

- I'm being serious! You were on her side.

A hand on my lap, trying to silence me!

- I just didn't think it would help.

- "Hannah, maybe that's enough." It's not nearly enough!

This isn't activism, this is my life!

We're getting married, and I need you to understand this,

and more than that, I need you to share it with me.

Right, you're not.

I want passion and outrage, not embarrassment!

- It's not my fault.

Come on, let's just...

- Don't come home.

- What?

- Stay at your parents'.

We haven't had any time apart since the baby arrived,

and I used to get it, but now you're always around, for some reason.

- Paternity leave?

Are we OK?

You still want to...? - What?

God, yes, Liam! I still want to get married.

I just need some space, OK?

Just say yes!

- Two pillars. - What?

- It's what they say a good relationship is -

two pillars holding up a roof,

and if they're too far apart, the roof falls down...

...but it's the same if they're too close together.

Bang.

- Just say yes.

- Yes.

- Get what you needed? - Just extra clothes.

So, it's my birthday tomorrow.

- I know. - I'll be 16.

- I'm aware of that.

- I thought I might have a party?

- Here?

- Yeah.

- CLEARS HER THROAT

Right.

Well, firstly, well done for asking.

That's considerate. - Patronising.

- But I'm afraid, since you arrived,

I'm forever tidying this flat

and I don't want a bunch... - Wouldn't be a bunch.

- Maybe you wouldn't invite a bunch, but you put it on Insta-thing...

- Instagram. It's called Instagram. That's not a thing you can't know.

- You put it on there, anyone could turn up.

- My Instagram's private.

- We'll do something else.

- Like what?

- I don't know.

Uh... A cake!

- OK, I'll go out instead, then. Tonight.

Kat offered, so... - Out?

- Yeah, you know what going out is, right?

You've at least seen other people do it.

- You're not old enough.

- That's my problem.

If I really can't have a party, I've got no choice.

- Fine.

Go out.

Have fun.

HENRY: - Private medicine's a different world, isn't it?

- Yes, well, let's not get into all that.

I have to pay the bills, and I'm not charging you.

It's none of your business.

You know, when I told this man the bad news,

his first thought was of you.

He said, "What about Gail?

"We won't tell Gail until we have all the facts.

"Not fair otherwise."

- But you have the facts now?

- Gail, take it from me,

I've never seen anyone handle it so well...

- Robert, stop being so damn sentimental and tell her what she

needs to know. - His spirit's not dimmed, then?

Thought that might be a silver lining.

Well, we'll need to gather how far it's spread.

That will give us a sense of what treatment we should use

going forward, and the prognosis...

- Henry said six months.

- Yes, it's not resectable, which

means certain options are no longer possible.

So, we'll be looking at a course of chemotherapy.

- But it won't go into remission? - Unlikely.

Chemotherapy can be hard, of course,

but, with luck, there will be a longer survival.

A year maybe.

- And when it takes over,

what happens then?

- Well, it depends...

- Vomiting, pain, weight loss, fatigue, depression.

I'll become very weak indeed.

We'll get someone in to help.

I'm sure the children will do a bit.

It doesn't need to all be down to you.

- But most of it will be.

- Well, yes, probably.

But I mean... Well...

I mean, that's what we signed up for, isn't it?

When we got married.

Sickness and health.

Yes?

- You don't know how lucky you are to have each other.

Going through something like this, it...it's everything.

- I suppose, essentially, it's about duplicity.

Everybody is duplicitous for Shakespeare.

Er, God or kings. Peasants. Men. Women.

As the witches say in Macbeth,

"Fair is foul,

"and foul is fair." And that idea drives them...

- Stop. - ..to commit the...

Sorry?

- We're going to finish there for today.

Thank you.

- 10.

11. 12.

13. 14.

15. 16.

17. 18.

19. 20.

LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

- ...booked for half seven, but we'll start with cocktails.

So, as soon as the kids are vaguely asleep

and you're sure your man's not going to have a breakdown being on

his own, get over there.

- Good session today.

- Yeah, you work us hard. That's why we're here!

- You, um... You going out tonight?

- Er, yeah.

Dinner, drinks... - Cos I've got a spare night tonight.

Perhaps... Could I come along?

- Of course!

- MURMURS OF AGREEMENT

- We'd love that!

It's Gallini's at seven. - All right, then.

See you there.

- See you there!

- Bye. - See you later!

- LAUGHTER AND GIGGLING

PHONE BEEPS

- So, come, come.

- Thanks.

- Erm...

Time.

It's all we've got.

It heals...eventually.

I'm sure it doesn't feel like that at the moment, but...

Anyway...

Oh, sit, sit, sit, please.

Things are ticking over nicely here.

The upshot of attention to Kelly after her death, you know, it's

really, uh... Er...

I mean the fact it meant more readers are discovering her work.

- I'm... I'm not here about any of that.

Look, it's her laptop.

Her...

Her work laptop.

- Oh, right.

- See, after she died, you took it to make sure you had everything

that she'd done, that it was complete.

- Er, yes.

- Um...and I...I wanted to have a look myself, but I couldn't get in.

- LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

- There's a... There's a password.

So, presumably you must have it, if you took the work off.

- In terms of anything unfinished, I'm really happy to send it over.

I mean, there's nothing...

- Do you...? Do you have the password?

- We-we, erm... Yes.

- What is it?

- David...

...this is awkward. - What?

- Kelly worked very closely with us.

We, erm... We picked up her first submission.

There...there was a lot of trust there.

As with many writers, she left

instructions as to what should happen in the event of her death,

and that included that we remove all the work off her laptop,

but, er, not give anyone the password.

- Even me?

- I'm afraid we can't go against her wishes.

- What didn't she want me to see?

- We got the relevant files. Anything else wasn't...

- Wait, wait. What else?

- She was loved by everyone here

and her readers.

David...

...she adored you, I promise.

Maybe just...

..trust her.

David...

- DOOR ENTRY BUZZES

Hello. - It's Kat.

Hi. - You don't have to take your shoes off.

- Oh, right, thanks. - Just stay there, on the mat.

It's Kat!

- You want to know where we're going? - No.

- Vanilla. Maya's never been there before.

- Is, er... Is Vanilla a club?

- It's for girls, you know?

- Not really.

- Are you going out, too?

- No. - You're dressed up.

- No, I'm not.

- Why are you dressed up? - Oh, very funny.

Wait there, please.

- Do you want me to open that now?

- Up to you.

- Right, then.

- But it would be polite.

- Mum?

Has she even texted, or anything?

- Open the present.

- Oh, wow! Oh, my God, mate.

That's really expensive.

- It was my mother's. Your grandmother's.

LAUGHS

- Thanks, yeah?

- Look...

You'll lose it.

Give it to me and you can have it to look at when you like.

- Bye.

- DOOR CLOSES

- # Happy birthday to you... #

- Yeah, thanks.

- MUFFLED SPEECH FADES

DOOR CLOSES

KEYBOARD TAPS

DOOR ENTRY BUZZES

How was it? - Yeah, good. We went to the park.

We looked at some squirrels, and I told her how cars work.

You all right?

- Yeah! Just a weird email from the guy upstairs.

His... His wife died.

- Liam not back?

- He's at work.

Actually, no. He's, erm... He's at his parents'.

I needed some space, if I'm honest.

- Hmm. Doghouse. What happened?

- No, no, nothing.

I'm just not used to him being around all the time, so it's...

- Yeah, my mum and dad argue a lot.

They love each other, but it's Vietnam half the time.

Me and my sister are like, "Duck for cover! Napalm! Pfft!"

- GIGGLES

Napalm?

- She's been hitting herself in the face.

Is that normal?

- She can't believe her dad does napalm jokes.

- Well, she better get used to it.

- Do you...want to stay for a cup of tea or whatever?

- Oh, I don't drink tea. - Whatever, then.

It's not Mastermind, Andy. You don't have to.

I was just being polite. - Yeah. Er, Coke?

- Sure.

- That's it.

- HANNAH LAUGHS

Coke. - Thanks.

- You're lucky.

I hate fizzy drinks, but...

..Liam says they're his guilty pleasure.

VEHICLE PULLS UP OUTSIDE

- I like your flat.

- Landlady keeps the rent low, for some reason.

- Yeah, she's all right, your landlady. - You met her?

- Yeah, we got talking one time.

She's nice, but, I don't know, something's not right, is it?

- WOMAN: - Thank you.

- Hi! - Oh, shit! What are you...?

- You're wearing your best shirt!

Very nice. Just one question.

What are you hoping will happen tonight?

That this girl will jump into bed with you and do things?

Cos, look, I love you, but you are not experienced, to put it mildly,

and we both know that you are missing me and using her.

Not good at all.

- What's on the laptop?

- Good evening. - Yeah, I'm meeting a friend.

Oh, he's right there. - Yes, right over there.

- Hey! - Hi.

- Um...

Please...

CLEARS HIS THROAT

This... Is this, er, too formal? - No, no, it's great.

- I'm paying anyway, so I didn't want you to have to worry about...

- I wasn't.

- Right, good.

- Look, I might not have much money,

but it's a point of principle for me. Pay my way.

- Yes. Quite right.

- Anything to drink? - Ah, yes, yes. Would you like to...?

GLASS SHATTERS

- Oh! Oh!

- Sorry! Um...

- Don't worry about it. It's fine. - All right.

- Um...

I'm very clumsy.

Erm, yes, please.

Yes, we would definitely like some drinks.

Yes? - Yeah.

- RUSTLING

FOOTSTEPS

- What are you doing?

- Moving my stuff into the spare room.

- Where?

Why?

You're not sleeping in here any more?

- That's right.

HE SIGHS

- OK.

- Throwing a few things away, too.

- I gave you this.

- I know.

- No, no, no, I'm not playing games!

- Neither am I.

I tried to talk to you, you didn't want to hear it.

- Well, all right, let's talk now. - All right.

I'll tell you everything, on one condition.

- So complicated! - That when I'm talking,

you don't. You listen...

- Listening was my job, really.

- The right answer is just to say, "Of course.

"Of course I'll listen."

If you can't give me that reassurance...

- Of course I'll listen.

- Right.

You know I crashed into Dawn and we went for lunch.

- Dawn, yes. - Well, she'd last seen me so long ago,

and she was surprised.

And eventually she told me

that I seemed like a shadow of the person she knew at school.

- I see. - That at school I'd been very extrovert,

and now, well...

She also watched us together

and noticed how much you talked over me.

How you didn't listen.

How you mocked me. - Mocked you?

- Made fun of me all the time - yes, in a way that's funny,

but that undermines me. - Not sure what gave her the right...

- I know, and I'm not...

I'm not saying she's right about everything...

- Good! - ..but the problem was that once she'd said it...

..I realised it was true.

You do do those things...all the time.

- I see.

- And it went further.

She reminded me of the ambition I had.

The things I wanted to do.

- No-one's stopped you. - She said, at school,

everyone looked up to me because I was funny.

She said extrovert.

Outrageous.

You'd hardly call me that now.

- Well, you were young.

- Yes, but what I've realised is

I met you at that time and... - We got on fantastically.

- Henry... - Love at first sight.

- ..I don't want to be cruel in any of this...

- Right, because it's feeling cruel.

- ..but I have to be honest with you.

Yes, we got on, we fell in love or whatever you want to call it...

..but I was 22, and now I'm wondering whether I made a mistake.

Whether you weren't supposed to be "the one"...

..you were supposed to be "the first".

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I-I...

- I'm going to die, Gail.

I'm dying. - I know. Of course.

- Then stop talking. Stop saying all of this.

- Yes, I was going to do that, to not say anything,

but then you told me you slept with another woman for two years

and kept it from me, and told our children and did what you liked,

and I realised, Henry,

you've always done what you liked our whole lives, and I haven't!

I haven't, Henry, and you never noticed!

So maybe now I'm allowed to say it

and maybe it's up to you to find a way to handle it!

- Be sure.

- What? - Be sure of what you're doing, saying.

Because already you've said things you can't undo.

I have a feeling there's no going back from some of this.

- I know.

There's a whole part of me you've never seen.

SAIRA: - So, what's on the laptop?

You're thinking she was seeing someone else?

- Well, we were...

PHONE VIBRATES

Sorry.

- Can you imagine her doing something like that?

- Er, let's not... Let's not talk about her.

- Well, look, you can if you want.

We can't pretend it's not what you're thinking about all the time.

It's OK.

Go on.

You met at school.

- You...

You're kind.

Yes, we met at school.

No, you know, we just stayed together.

In her 20s, she taught and wrote a novel,

and then two more.

And they weren't...bestsellers, but, you know, they were good.

And then sometimes, recently, she taught creative writing

at the university.

And, I don't know, we were just...

..we were just happy, you know?

- Sob story leading to physical contact. Good!

- You said...

I got the impression that you'd lost someone.

- My mum, when I was a kid.

And then my dad, three years ago now.

- I'm really sorry.

- Yeah.

Good thing is, now I can do what I want.

No disapproval.

I'm free.

- Why are you interested in me?

LAUGHS

- What?

- Well, I'm in mourning for my wife.

I can't imagine I'm the ideal partner...

- Who said I was interested?

- Well, you are here.

PHONE VIBRATES

- Right, what is going on with these emails?

Are you organising something?

- No. Since I couldn't get into her laptop,

I emailed everyone and asked them about it.

- Everyone?

- I told them that Kelly had another phone,

that she'd had been hiding something from me,

and I want to know what it is.

- And...and what are they saying?

- Nothing.

Just that they're sorry, you know?

PHONE VIBRATES

It's all pity.

Always pity.

And I don't...

- What?

- ANIMATED CHATTER

No...

- Just in case.

Enjoy!

- CHATTER CONTINUES

CHATTER FADES

- Anna!

- Belle, actually.

- Yes, so I gather.

What's that about, then?

- It's my name. - Yeah, but not for years. Not since...

- Not since you - exactly! Think of it as my maiden name.

Well, this is an unwelcome coincidence.

HE CHUCKLES

- Not for me.

So, you're out, then, with...

- With friends.

Having fun.

- Well, speaking of which,

Kayleigh, can I get another one of those, please, and, erm,

what do you want?

I don't know why I'm asking!

And a large glass of Pinot, please.

- Yes, of course.

- Thank you.

So...

...we need to talk.

- What about?

- Well, it's a proper conversation.

Won't bite.

Cheers.

You look better than ever.

I've missed you.

- PHONE VIBRATES

Sorry.

- Oh...

- Maya?

- Hey, I need picking up! It's just... - What?

- I need you to come and get me from...

- CALL BREAKS UP

Maya?

I need to go.

- Sure, but what about our chat? - Fine.

We'll meet Friday. Here. Ten o'clock.

- Good.

- I have two questions

to ask you about all of this. - Oh, well, thank you

for structuring this conversation in advance.

- Do you want to talk or not?

Firstly, even if everything you're saying is true,

do you think that would have been my intention?

To do whatever you're saying, to limit you, to not listen?

That would never have been what I wanted. Yes?

- Perhaps you weren't consciously aware of it, no.

- All right. Good. That's a start.

Which brings us on to the second question.

You could have raised this at any point in the last 50 years.

Instead, you're doing it when I've got six months to live.

You're saying it's my fault,

but if you never told me, how can I know?!

I often ask if you're happy,

and you've always, until yesterday, said yes.

So, to put this entirely on me, out of the blue, is unfair.

Do you accept even a little bit of that?

- I understand what you're saying. It's true, I didn't know until now.

- You're right.

When I first met you, you were out there!

Protesting, outspoken.

Those hippy dresses.

When I came in through the French windows

and saw you for the first time, I was speechless!

And since then, I have never asked

you to be anyone other than yourself.

Have I?

I used to see this a lot with my patients, when there was a couple

and they were facing something - cancer, disease -

the one who was going to do the caring would often look,

subconsciously, for an escape route...

- No! It's got nothing to do with that!

I...

You've said it wasn't your intention,

that I should have told you.

But you still did it, Henry!

You laughed at me, lessened me.

All the time!

- What do you want, then?

Me to be completely different?

To stop making jokes?

To stop being the person I am?

- Yes, exactly!

You have to change.

- Can't you speak on the phone? - He said he'd rather talk in person.

- Do you want me to come in with you?

- No.

Can you wait?

- Yeah. Yeah, course.

- Yeah, eventually, I want to start my own business,

doing events, weddings, birthday parties.

- What would it be called, your business?

- Oh, I don't... It doesn't matter. - No, it does, I mean...

- Taylor Made. - Taylor Made? - Yes, because Taylor's my surname.

- But, obviously, you'll be taking his name after you get married?

- No way! His surname's Banner!

- So? - Hannah Banner?

- Hannah Banner!

- BOTH LAUGH

What about you?

- Yeah, I mean, you can marry me if you want.

Hannah Danso - much better.

- I mean, what do you want to do?

- Oh! Right!

Oh, I don't know.

I just don't want to feel like I'm stuck with anything.

Be free.

- You're stuck to one thing.

Gaby?

- Oh, no, me and Gaby, we're...

- Not serious? - No, we...

We've known each other since college,

and when I got back, we started seeing each other.

- Why did she come to the pub?

- Honestly?

She was jealous, I think.

She says I talk about you too much. - Do you?

- No. Why would I? - Why would you?

- Gaby's moving away, actually.

- Far away, or...? - Leeds.

She's got a job there.

She wants me to come, too.

I'm thinking about it.

- Right.

- It's not far. I'll still visit Evie, no problem.

- Yeah. No. Completely.

Can I ask you a question?

What did you see in me that night?

I just wondered.

WHISPERS: - Really good hair.

- What else?

- You were wearing these killer boots. - They're really good boots.

- And when I first spoke to you, you laughed

and put your hand on me.

Not on my arm or shoulder.

You reached over and touched me on my side, like this.

It was really close.

And you made me laugh.

You still do.

- I'm very funny.

- What about me?

- You were hot.

- Is that it?

- Well, yeah. I mean, I didn't know you then.

- You know me now.

- I'm just going to go and check on Evie.

MUSIC POUNDS

I want to come in.

- 10:50.

- I'm... I'm not gay.

I'm not gay.

Does it matter? - Not to me.

- Right. Good.

Hi.

- Oh. Hi.

Well, you don't in any way look like you should be here.

- Where's Maya?

- Yeah. She's, erm... Look, I don't know! She got all pissy.

Thought I was dancing with someone else,

but it's like, "Calm down, yeah? I really wasn't."

- Right, so where is she now? - She went.

Look, I tried to stop her,

but you know what she's like when she gets an idea in her head.

She told me not to follow, so I'm like, "Fine!"

- I can't believe you're going to throw this away.

It's our honeymoon.

- You said she looked like me.

- What?

- We were sitting drinking hot chocolate,

and you went and found it on the counter and you bought it.

And you said that woman standing there, she looked like me.

- Well, she did. Exactly.

- Even then, when I think about it...

..when you said she looked like me, you were laughing.

You said she looked like me because she had a red face.

And you were laughing at me because I had a red face then.

- You did. It was funny.

- Yes, but, Henry, don't you see that's the difference?

This thing that you think is romantic,

that signifies our marriage, is in fact a token,

a perfect illustration of a moment when you were laughing at me,

making me ridiculous!

- Well, you're not throwing it away.

So, given complete freedom, what would you do?

- I don't know! - Oh, come on, imagine I'm not here,

which will be a reality very soon, what then?

What do you want to do that you feel you can't?

- I've just told you! - But surely that's the point.

We can't change the past,

so unless this is an exercise in making me feel guilty,

what we are surely talking about is what we do now. Yes?

- Sometimes you don't seem to have any love for me at all.

- What?! - Even the way you just phrased that question sounded

more like an accusation.

- Well, I'm sorry the way I speak doesn't match your standard.

- Don't get defensive.

- Well, how do you expect me to behave?

- HE SIGHS

- Actually, I think I've done

rather well tonight.

I haven't walked out, I haven't got angry,

even though you've destroyed our past,

our marriage, my personality... - I'm just telling you the truth.

What do you want me to do when I'm feeling this?

- I want you to think, Gail.

I want you to put our whole lives in perspective,

and then, if you're not happy now,

all I'm asking is that you decide what you do want instead.

- How can I, when I don't know who I am? - Stop making excuses!

Be practical about it. We've already established

it would never be my intention to do what you're saying.

- Yes, but I think subconsciously... - Subconsciously! - ...it absolutely was.

- Well, that's very hard to prove either way and very hard to blame me for, I'd say.

- Yes, using me to prop you up, serving you your whole life -

a servant, a pet, a slave to your ego -

rather than, for a second, thinking about how you might find out

what I want! - I don't mean this to sound

as critical as it undoubtedly will,

but this whole conversation reminds me of talking to Jon or Rachel

when they were 15 years old and going round in circles and...

- I think you did know, Henry.

On some level, I think you did.

And when you had the affair with Helen,

you did it because she was exciting

and I was not, and you knew that.

And instead of talking to me about it,

you just found it elsewhere,

because you wanted me to stay small

and predictable and Mum

and good old, funny old Gail!

Henry...

..you knew exactly what you were doing.

- I don't believe a word of it.

Where are you going now?

- All the information you need is in the files.

Bills, contact numbers. - What are you talking about?

- I'll take my phone, I'll be fine, but I won't tell you where I am.

- You're leaving? - What does it look like?

- You're making yourself look completely ridiculous.

- FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Oh, thank God!

I thought you might have gone home to bed!

I've been searching Manchester all night.

- What are you doing here? - You called me.

- Yeah, I wanted a lift.

- You hung up!

- My phone ran out of credit.

I don't have any money or savings left.

How did you find me?

- With effort.

And asking people.

I went to your club.

Met your friends. They said you got angry with them.

They didn't know why.

- When I went home today, it wasn't for clothes.

I thought there might be some change in the sofa.

But I'd forgotten.

I hadn't thought that it'd still be there, on the carpet.

- What? You mean the...

- About ten minutes before it happened, she called me.

She was like, "Maya?"

Then she called me again and she was angry.

I'd always ignore it cos it just meant that she was drunk

and wanted someone to shout at.

She blamed me for everything. - I know.

- Then, about ten minutes later, there was this...screaming.

But I still didn't go out.

Just stayed in my room, put my headphones on.

Then the screaming stopped.

Like, suddenly.

That's when I went to go see.

- Maya... - She was sat there on the floor,

staring at me,

blood everywhere.

This smashed glass.

She'd cut her arm, maybe twice.

Then she saw me...

..and she cut her arm again.

Just...looking at me.

I got my phone and called the ambulance.

They were amazed by how calm I was.

- She's ill.

- She's feeling what she's feeling, and she hates me.

Yeah, she's ill. You don't have an excuse.

- What do you...? I don't hate you!

- Then why have you been so fucking horrible?

- You could've asked me for money.

- You could've offered.

- I just... I didn't think that you'd...

I don't mean to be...

BELLE SIGHS

I've got problems of my own,

but I know...

..I know I'm the grown-up.

- You have to promise me.

- What?

- Whatever happens, whatever I do, you'll be there to look after me,

to fucking...love me,

because I don't have anyone else. Literally no-one.

- MAYA SNIFFS

- I might be 16, but that's still a child,

so you have to promise me,

from now on, I come first.

Jesus, what are you staring at? It's a simple...

- I promise.

- OK.

OK.

- Where are you going? - Home.

- Home?

- It's late.

- I know.

But it's your birthday.

It, er... It wasn't him.

He was just someone she contacted

for research. Uh...

As someone who'd been cheating on their partner,

for a book she was writing.

While they were talking, Kelly admitted that she'd done it.

Been unfaithful.

And that's all he knew.

- I'm sorry.

- So it, erm...

Our marriage was just...

She was in Liverpool, right?

And there was this man, he rushed past her

and he knocked her and she fell to the ground

and she hit her head.

And then, within five minutes, she died.

And I...I couldn't understand why she was there in the first place.

And now I know.

HE SIGHS

I know that this might sound, er, strange,

but...I really don't care any more.

- I remember this wonderful production of Doll's House at the Exchange.

- Stop it. - The big exit of the persecuted woman.

It wasn't bad apart from the costumes,

but I think this is more dramatic.

Amazing performance, Gail!

A grand gesture!

I get it.

You're really going to go?

- It feels like I've been in the dark so long.

- I've no idea what that means.

Go on, then.

I'm not chasing after you.

- Good.

DOOR SLAMS HE SCOFFS

- Hope everything's OK with Gaby in Leeds. - Yeah, thanks.

- You really think you'll go?

- Yeah, yeah... I don't know.

- It's good you stayed tonight.

- Yeah. Yeah, it's been fun. - Yeah. Yeah.

Look, I was... I was wondering, erm...

- Oh! Hi.

Going on holiday?

- GAIL: Well, not exactly, but away.

- I told him I needed space.

He can't know you're here!

- DOOR SLAMS

HENRY: - Gail!

- Hi?

- I just put the bins out.

- I know you said you wanted to be alone, but... Here.

Sorry, I...

I can be passionate.

- That's sweet.

- HENRY: - Gail?

- THUNDER RUMBLES

- It's not fair, Gail!

Please.

- THUNDER ROLLS

Night-night. Night-night.

- Please.

- # I'll stand outside this window

# Till I'm furniture for birds

# Just tell me what you heard

# Life

# If I can only find the words

# Life

# My angel. #