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-[thunder rumbling] -[rain pattering]

-[metal clanging] -[alarm ringing]

♪ Why do these eyes of mine cry ♪

♪ Don't they know it's the end of the world ♪

♪ It ended when you said goodbye ♪

[engine revving]

-[horn honking] -♪ Why does my heart

♪ Go on beating

♪ Why do these eyes of mine cry ♪

♪ Don't they know it's the end of the world ♪

♪ It ended when you said

♪ Goodbye

[water bubbling]

[birds chirping]

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

Hello, love.

[Si] Oh, hi. Just, just tried you.

Did you?

My volume was down.

You at home?

I went to early yoga, just finished.

-Ah. Are you smoking? -No.

Ah. What time do you want to leave this evening?

Listen, Phil rang, I've gotta go in.

They want me to take on the Mortensen case.

What? I thought you'd...

-We'd agreed. -I've said yes.

Have you? [sighs]

Let's talk later.

Bye, love.

[phone beeps]

[ominous music]

Have you got any comments on the Connie Mortensen case?

[Reporter] Did she fake it?

Is she still a danger to society?

Are you gonna have a chat with her for a minute?

[Reporter] You reckon it was premeditated?

[Reporter] Can you give us a second of your time, please.

[Reporter] Is she faking the amnesia?

[locker clangs]

[door buzzing]

You are up for this, aren't you?

Everyone's breathing down my neck for a report.

You got your alarm, yeah?

She took a hefty bite out of security.

[knocking]

-[scanner beeps] -[door clicks]

Good morning, Constance.

I'm Emma Robertson, I'm your new forensic psychiatrist.

Well, don't you sound pleased with yourself.

[Constance] Go on, have a good look.

I would.

How on Earth did her life go so wrong?

[chuckles] Quite easily, as it happens.

So you better watch out with your swishy bag

and your sensible shoes.

You could be next.

It's my job to keep you safe.

To treat you.

And the court have asked for my opinion

of your mental state on the night of the offense.

We need to find out why you are unable

to recall the events of that night.

I'm going to be recording our sessions, if that's all right.

It just means I don't need to take too many notes.

[recorder beeping]

You like poetry, do you?

Yes, I do.

Now, why don't you tell me

what happened that night?

Well you're the expert, why don't you tell me?

You drove your car into the river, Constance.

You're lucky to be alive.

There were children in the back.

I'm going to help you remember. How does that sound?

[sighs]

Well, here we are in some fancy part of North London

where rumour has it there are more therapists

than nut jobs, so when you look at it that way,

I think you'll find I'm the one helping you.

[phone ringing]

Oh, no phones in here, Doc.

He's gonna be late home, is he?

That old chestnut?

I think betrayal probably just begins with disenchantment.

Is that what happened to you?

I'd like to see Josh and Annie now.

-That's not gonna be possible. -Don't you have kids?

The more you remember about that night, Constance,

-the better your chances. -Or have they flown the nest?

You're no spring chicken.

In fact, I haven't even seen your qualifications yet.

-The other one showed me hers-- -Avoidance tactics

won't work with me, Constance.

Connie.

Please.

[Si] So this is her, is it?

The yummy mummy monster.

Tabloids would pay a fortune for this.

How long do you think she's realistically looking at?

She plead not guilty, didn't she?

Attempted murder, level one?

She could be looking at 30 years.

Or a lifetime hospitalized.

Well that's down to you, my darling.

Temporary insanity, she could soon be buzzing around

a Waitrose near you.

That's her and the poor neighbour, Vanessa Jones.

Mother of the other little girl in the car.

I must say, I prefer a modicum of sanity in my ladies.

Si, I've got files to read.

[sighs]

Em, is this really such a good idea?

[sighs]

[birds chirping]

[wind rustling]

[thudding]

My husband was meant to come, where is he?

And my mum.

When is my mum coming?

Not exactly queuing up, are they?

Tough tea.

It's not really vocational for you, is it?

The caring profession.

You might be fooling all that lot

with your little lost posh girl thing,

but you ain't fooling me.

You know exactly what you did.

It's just a paracetamol.

[door clicks]

Hello, Dr Robertson.

Now you be a good girl, Constance.

Thank you, Addy.

Off you trot, Fatso.

Good morning, Constance.

Connie.

I think I'd like one of your cigarettes.

Is it menthol or did you pop a mint in?

You can't smoke in here.

Oh, I don't smoke.

I always think smoking is a sign of terrible weakness.

[recorder beeps]

Have you remembered anything about the night?

How long have you been keeping little secrets

from Si hubby then?

Why don't we begin with your relationship

with Vanessa Jones.

It's Ness, not Vanessa.

[Emma] Oh, I'm sorry. Ness.

I wish it was before again.

Before what, Connie?

Before I was skinned, boned, and fileted.

[candy rattling]

[Annie] Hey, they're mine! Give them back!

[Ness] Polly, give them back to the little girl.

[Annie] I'm not little!

-Oh, I am so sorry. -Annie!

-What's your name? -Annie.

-Give them back to Annie. -Annie!

Stop shouting!

The commandment to swear! Jesus Christ.

I'm really sorry.

-Please don't worry. -No, here.

No, honestly, Polly, she's such a biffer.

-Give them back to me. -Annie--

What, you've got so many!

-Be nice. -What did I say?

Share them with the little girl.

[Annie] Thank you!

Follow me!

All right, and now they're best friends.

-[Ness laughs] -As simple as that.

She's such a flirt.[laughs]

-Can I sit down? -Of course.

[Ness] Are you local?

Yes, are you?

We've just moved to the area.

Oh, I thought I hadn't seen you before.

Well, welcome.

Thank you.

Polly starts at Meadowside next week.

Oh, right, it's a great school.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

You don't know if the first train in the morning

is reliable, do you?

I'm not the best person to ask, I'm afraid.

I work from home.

Mm, have one.

They taste better than they look.

[laughs] Okay.

Thank you.

What do you do?

Nothing spectacular.

I write.

You know, copyediting, articles,

journals and stuff, you know?

You've got some...

No.

Oh, my god, you smell fantastic.

[Connie] Well, thank you.

What is that?

Oh it's Jo Malone, the pomegranate one.

[sniffs] Mm.

-It's good, right? -Yeah.

[chuckles]

It's my partner that has to be in early.

What does he do?

She, actually.

Mm. Sorry.

So, now that the school's got an "outstanding,"

all the bankers are moving in,

and you'll see their wives at the school gate.

They have fleeky hair, and the little dogs

-that can't mould for shit. -[laughing]

There's a lot of yoga.

I love your tattoos.

Oh, do you?

I've never dared get one.

-Oh, thank you. -Hello, Daddy.

Hey, darling, how are ya?

-Good. -This is us.

Hey, Conn.

[Connie] That's my husband Karl.

Oh and that's us just here.

-Wow. -Yeah, you must

come meet Leah sometime.

Definitely.

-We're so close! -Yeah.

Come on, Polly.

Say goodbye.

-Bye! -Bye!

[car engine rumbling]

[Ness] See you, Mark!

[Connie] I think my body was trying to tell me something

even back then.

I felt a little tug as if from the wings.

Like a warning, perhaps.

[Emma] Did it make you uncomfortable?

The fact that she was attracted to women.

[laughs]

[chair rattling]

I like cock, Dr Robertson.

I like men.

Why?

Does it make you uncomfortable?

So, back to you and Si hubby.

A professional couple, left it a bit late,

just the one kid, I presume?

Little Emmalina.

In Pony Club, the extra Mandarin.

Oh, you'll find everything's locked in here, Doctor.

Windows, doors, cupboards, minds.

Do you know what I think, Connie?

I think that you are seriously underestimating

the gravity of the situation that you're in.

Attempted murder carries a long sentence.

You can come across as a little headmistress-y.

You ought to watch that.

I bet Si hubby's sick to death of it.

Have you done this? Have you done that?

At some stage, we all take responsibility for our actions.

And a little smug, if you don't mind me saying.

You're at it again.

Avoidance tactics.

Would you say your life's pretty good,

little Miss Mary Poppins?

Hm?

-[rain pattering] -[light dramatic music]

[Connie's recorded voice] I mean, what could possibly go wrong in your perfect world?

With your important job and your expensive,

but deathly dull clothes.

And admit it, Doctor, you have let yourself go.

-Unbelievable. -You come home

after a busy day saving people

to your lovely terraced house, the white slatted blinds,

the island kitchen and your Pouilly-Fumé

cooling in the fridge.

The cheek.

[Connie] And a lovely Si hubby.

Your nice but dim husband has cleaned up

all the kid mess,

but it's all such a sham, isn't it?

[light dramatic music]

[glass clinking]

[recorder beeping]

Answer this.

For how long can you realistically avoid it,

when it's all part of the unspoken contract of a couple?

Yes, tonight might have to be the night.

The once a month duty fuck.

[Connie chuckles]

And don't get me wrong, you're a good wife,

you love Si hubby and all that, blah blah blah,

but it's such a monumental effort, isn't it?

Come bedtime, perhaps you could stall for a bit downstairs,

or pretend to be asleep.

-Working in bed-- -Hello?

[chuckles] You didn't hear me come in.

What are you listening to?

Oh nothing, it's work.

Oh. [kissing]

I see I've got some catching up to do.

So how was it?

No biting? Altercations?

I've only had a glass or two.

No.

Starving.

Oh, so tell me, what was Adrian's new girlfriend like?

Mm. Far too good for him.

Susanna, Sahara, Samantha.

-Savannah. -Savannah.

They're coming around Thursday, by the way.

I asked Hattie, too.

[groaning]

I'll do it.

Please tell me your sister's dumped

that dreadful boyfriend.

So, come on.

How was the yummy mummy monster?

Monstrously arrogant, actually.

And don't be tabloid, Si.

Is she faking the amnesia?

Can we not talk shop?

I was thinking that maybe we should try

and get away for the weekend.

Uh, oh. I've got orchestra Saturday afternoon.

You know I...

It's just we never really do anything spontaneous.

[chuckling]

Did I miss something?

Is it my birthday?

Did I win the lottery?

Fine, let's not bother.

[glass clinking]

-[kissing] -[heavy breathing]

[soft moaning]

Wait, wait.

-[muffled talking] -[glass clinking]

[Connie] It's not so bad once you get going, is it?

Although, let's be honest.

It'd be nice he'd hurry up and come.

But fucking is easy, isn't it, Doctor?

It's kissing that you can't fake.

It's kissing that is the unbearable intimacy.

[Si groans]

[heavy breathing]

Think about it.

That mouth of his.

The disgusting way it eats, the stupid things it says,

the idiotic expressions it pulls.

That mouth you're stuck with for the next 30 years.

[heavy breathing]

[kissing]

Oh, I think all of us use avoidance tactics,

don't you, Dr Robertson?

[muffled talking]

[door slams]

[sighs]

[muffled talking]

[humming]

[humming "The End of the World"]

What are you meant to do with all the love

that's left over after someone's gone?

It must go somewhere.

I honestly don't know.

Oh, you're not much help.

Is Karl often unreliable?

I wasn't talking about him.

[sighs]

It seems very good, Polly.

-[playing guitar] -[people chattering]

Okay, you're done, darling.

Jade, I'll be back in just a sec.

Mum?

Mum, what are you doing?

She's feral enough as it is.

She was desperate.

Use a dark leaf, darling.

Polly, maybe don't watch, darling, come here.

Oh come, look at, it's that lesbian that reads the news.

That's Polly's mum, Mum.

Right, I've got to get back to it.

-Can you two look after them? -You need a break, Conn.

You haven't stopped. Let me go and get you some wine.

All right, I'm gagging for some, but I warn you,

it's five pounds of plastic.

Oh don't be fucking ridiculous.

Mum! Language. With the children.

Grandad, shoot me.

With a machine gun, in the face.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

[Connie] Be careful.

[bell ringing]

I'd like to welcome some new members

to our Meadowside family.

I think Leah Worthington needs no introduction.

[crowd cheering]

And her lovely partner, Vanessa.

[applause]

[no audible speech]

So what's a girl got to do

to get her face painted around here?

Well, she has to turn up one time, for one thing.

[laughing]

Only joking.

Let's see what I can do.

You're wearing my perfume.

So,

did you go home and fuck after our little chat yesterday?

How did it make you feel,

the fact that she'd copied your perfume?

[laughing]

You did.

Look at you, in your elasticated sports bra,

hoping to get fit by fabric osmosis.

What are you so angry about, Connie?

I want to see Ness.

Why?

What is it that you want to say to her?

Perhaps we need to work that out first.

You could pretend I'm her, talk to me if you'd like.

Have a little role play.

Did you do a weekend course in it?

We could begin where you left off.

Let's pretend we're at the face painting stool.

All right.

There's no need to be scared of me, doctor.

I'm not scared of you.

You copied my tattoo.

My perfume.

I did. [children playing]

How does that make you feel?

A bit robbed,

to be honest.

Robbed and...

...flattered.

No touching.

What stunning eyes you've got.

What did you do, my lovely?

Why are you so full of pain?

What happened?

You're gonna be late for your tea.

[suspenseful music]

[telephone ringing]

Oh, I'm so sorry, I just wanted a room.

[woman] I think I should warn you

that the prosecution might show some evidence

that's going to be disturbing.

I, I mean, obviously we're trying to exclude it

on grounds of relevance,

but I think it's best you see these photographs now.

[laughing]

Oh, Annie.

[laughs]

[door opens]

Oh, sorry.

[Connie giggles]

Oh, dear!

It's okay, doc, it's--

it's just a thing Annie does.

It's a game.

She's always play acting.

It's just a game.

That is not a game, Constance.

I know it's--

[high, soft note]

[sniffles, sighs]

[shallow breathing]

It's okay, Connie.

I want to see my baby.

I want to see my baby. [sobs]

[Emma, whispering] It's okay.

I want to see my babies!

Where are my babies?

Where are my babies?

[screaming] Get me my babies!

[screaming indistinctly]

Get me-- No!

[screaming] Aahh! Get me my babies.

Get me my babies!

[hospital staff] When they shout, they're going to pass out.

[sobbing]

[nurse] Take this.

That's it, Connie, take the rest of it.

[calming down]

[laughter]

[distant chattering]

[laughing]

[chattering continues]

He-He was horrible, Savannah.

His room was disgusting.

He never did any work.

He never got up before 3:00.

I can never get up in the mornings.

That's what she said.

[laughing]

I want to hear about this hitchhiking trip

round the South of France, coz he won't tell me anything.

Absolutely, yeah.

No.

-No, no, no, absolu-- -Don't you dare try. No.

-Some more wine, more wine. -No.

-I'll be back. -[laughing]

Anyway, change the subject.

I wanted to ask Emma about the case.

What's she like?

What?

The Yummy Mummy Monster.

Did the kids die?

The kids survived.

But... maybe not for very long.

[chattering, far off]

[Savannah] I know someone who used to do the Park Run

with the Yummy Mummy's Monster's husband.

He's really cool about it.

That's what they said on the news, anyway.

That's right, isn't it?

Mind you, I'd kill my bloody kids given half a chance.

[laughing]

Have you read what they're saying

about it on Twitter, Emma?

Shit... storm.

Christ almighty.

What is gonna happen to her?

Well, she should fry, man.

Oh, shut up, Blair.

[men chuckling]

Seriously though, Em.

She is a monster, isn't she?

Uh... Patient confidentiality. Emma can't talk about it.

Excuse me.

Seriously though, can you imagine that phone call?

[Adrian] Yup.

No, no, no, they've had a great sleepover.

Yeah, there's just one tiny, weenie, little thing. [cackling laughter]

[knocking]

[Si] Em, it's me.

You all right?

[knocking] Em?

[toilet flushing]

Bloody hell.

It wasn't Connie's fault.

That's ABH.

The way they talk.

Their vitriol.

It's disgusting.

That Blair bloke, he's a bloody monster.

Careful what you say, he might end up my brother-in-law.

Oh, I'm always careful what I say, it's my job.

You've had too much to drink, love.

I'll get them to go.

I'm going to have loads more, it's a day off tomorrow.

No, love, it's Friday tomorrow.

She was shown a photograph today.

Her daughter lying there on a white sheet.

Her little body,

tubes everywhere.

Do you know what she did?

She laughed.

She just laughed.

She's not of sound mind, darling.

Do I nag?

You do. I don't mind.

[dinner guests laughing]

Oh God, listen to them.

Is she dead, is she in a coma?

What do they care? Dead child is just a dead child.

Don't be cruel, Emma.

Me? Cruel?

You don't even say her name.

Say it, Si, say our daughter's name.

[door clicking]

You look like shit.

You don't look so great yourself.

Do you hate me?

Here.

Shall we talk about Karl?

[rattling]

[water running]

Do you think the pills are still working, Conn?

Are you happy?

Life is not all about being happy, Karl.

Were you happy?

No.

Well, exactly.

It's just how it is,

once you have kids.

I don't even recognize myself half the time.

Now don't be so dramatic.

You're just going through a rough patch.

Work will come in.

I thought you had an order?

[sighs]

Were you just numb?

Wasn't there anything making you feel alive?

[faintly] Thank you.

She made me feel alive.

Oh!

At this age,

when you really connect with someone,

it's a bit like falling in love.

Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there,

but just remember, there's a lot of bad and beware.

Oh, I know this, I know this, I know...

I know this.

Oh, I know this.Come on.

Too slow.I know this.

[reggae beat playing in car] ♪ Baby I'm grievin'

♪ Ooh, baby, baby it's a wild world ♪

I don't know this version.

It's a black version, that's why.

[laughing]

♪ It's hard to get by just upon a smile ♪

♪ Oh, baby, baby it's a wild world ♪

♪ I'll always remember you like a child ♪

[phone beeping]

Ignore him.

It's Karl.

I can't, he'll worry.

Look. Ohh.

Sorry.

Tell me more about that other guy.

The big one, before Karl.

Oh, he was so complicated.

He was my professor at uni.

Ah.

He was married.

Mm-hmm.

[laughing]

Bet the sex was good, though.

Mm-hmm.

[laughing]

Have you always been with women?

No, Leah was my first.

[Connie] Really?

Mm.

Do you have a good sex life?

Mainly, yeah.

Do you?

Yeah.

[laughing]

Karl...

I really should make more of an effort.

Oh, me too.

Got to chuck out the granny pants.

But they're so comfortable.

Well, I suppose I could dig out

the old French maid's outfit.

You dress up?

I'm serious, do you?

Well, many centuries ago.

No way! [laughing]

What?

I feel like such a bonker.

Tell me.

[laughing]

Things like what?

Okay, well.

I do have a nun's outfit, somewhere.

[laughs]

It's because Karl is a Catholic.

They love that shit.

Here.[laughing]

Sex tip number one, Vanessa.Mm-hmm?

When getting it from behind, one must never, ever,

turn around and try to look sexy,

because it just doesn't work.

Ya, yah, ya... [laughing]

[both laughing]

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

How does everyone else function?

I just don't understand.

Why aren't the streets full of,

wrecked people?

[vomiting into toilet]

[Emma] Oh, God.

I'm sorry, this isn't an excuse.

[coughs, retches]

No, it's okay.

Get it all out.

And it happens to the best of us.

[Emma vomits more]

I, I'm just, I apologize.

It's okay.

[continues vomiting]

[Emma] I'm really, I, I apologize.

Oh, red wine.

Poor you.

It's all right.

[toilet flushes]

You're wearing my jacket.

[Karl] Hi, I'm Karl Mortensen.

I'm here to see Constance Mortensen.

You're not on the list.

You've got to give 24 hours notice to the social worker.

That's just how it is.

I brought her a cake.

That was quick.

Yeah, my fault, you have to book ahead.

Hmm.

[lighter clicks]

[music playing]

[theme music playing]