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[wind howling]

[birds squawking]

[sombre music]

[child giggling]

[child giggling]

Abigail?

[wind howling]

[Abigail giggling]

[phone ringing]

[sombre music continues]

[door thuds]

[female voice] I have had it with you!

[phone beeping]

[wind howling]

Abigail?

Abigail!

[door rattles]

Abigail!

Abigail!

[gasps, breathing heavily]

[sombre music]

[pills rattling]

[tense music]

[tense music continues]

[drawer rasps]

[door clicks]

[match scrapes]

[lighter clicks]

[tense music continues]

[lighter clicks]

[birds chirping in distance]

Don't say it.

[Si] Say what?

My job's too much for me.

I wasn't going to.

You said you needed to be up early.

I am absolutely fine.

I know what day it is, love.

How on earth do people squeeze into there?

[sniffles] I'll see you downstairs.

[sombre music]

[traffic droning]

[sombre music continues]

[camera shutter clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

"Heavy goods vehicle."

Oh, I am on a roll.

"Caravan."

[sighs] Will you please just fuck off?

-[door beeps, opens] -[Addy] "Oil tanker."

Ah, Dr Robinson, Um, I need your advice.

Would I be able to talk to you

about night shifts at some point?

Not right now, Addy, thank you.

[magazine thuds]

[service trolley rattles]

Good morning, Constance.

Let's get started.

I'd like you to take a look at these.

You're being very assertive today.

Very Helen Mirren, it's quite sexy. [chuckles]

You need to try and remember anything at all,

from that night.

I've been looking at the weather reports,

that storm was pretty severe.

The rain would have been blowing across

the bridge in strong gusts.

However insignificant, Connie, it doesn't matter.

What is it?

You're not gonna throw up again, are you?

I don't think DCI Tennison would have done that.

You still don't get it, do you?

Right now your alternatives are looking pretty grim.

Life in prison, or life in a psychiatric hospital.

Did you sleep badly?

Being very irritable.

Okay.

[clears throat] I can see that you started

on the antidepressants three years ago.

And then in May, you were put on corticosteroids

for hair loss, and lorazepam

for extreme anxiety and insomnia.

Is that correct?

If you say so.

Did you know that hair can fall out from stress, or shock?

Can it?

Had something happened?

Just one little question first?

[Emma] Of course.

Who's Kenneth Baines?

[handbag thuds]

Okay, let's get back to Ness.

What do you want to know?

Did we have sex?

-I'm jolly glad to see this. -[doorbell ringing]

It's very important, darling, a healthy sex life.

Yum. Is anyone gonna get that?

[Josh and Karl] We're on the final round.

God knows I'm slacking.

Your father and I hardly ever do it these days.

Well, maybe once a fortnight.

[Connie] It's all right, I'll get it.

Hello, how nice to see you.

What's up? Come in. Come in.

It's grand prix night.

Um...

[Connie] You all right?

-Um... -[mutters]

Uh... She's gone, Leah's left us.

-What? Shit. -Mm.

Darling, why don't you go upstairs, Annie's up there.

[Ness] Darling, go on.

-[mom] Connie? -It's all right, Mom.

[Ness] Um...

What happened?

She says she's miserable.

Well, she's always bloody miserable.

[Ness sobs]

Oh, darling, it's all right.

Oh, I'm sorry.

[Ness sobs]

I'm sorry.

[Ness sobs]

It's all right.

I'm gonna be one of those single people

no one invites to dinner parties.

We'll invite you.

You can have dinner with us every night.

[glass clinging]

[wine trickling]

Am I unlovable?

Oh, Ness, no, don't be silly, of course not.

[Ness strains]

[Ness sighs]

[water burbling]

-[chuckles] -[Ness coughs]

[mom] Connie!

Darling!

Why doesn't she come?

-[Emma] Who. Ness? -No, my mom.

Where is she?

I need to see her.

I feel all wobbly without her.

I'll give you something for the anxiety.

Sit down, I'll get you some water.

Where did you get this?

It's mine.

Underneath that chilly veneer I reckon

you've got quite a temper.

What are you so angry about?

Don't talk to me like you know me.

You do not know me.

No?

I know you got pretty wrecked at dinner on Thursday.

And I know you ordered a load of carb free shit on a cardo.

I also know when, Si, hubby has orchestra,

so you can have a furtive fiddle to some Milfy porn.

Hide notifications, Emms, schoolgirl error.

[phone cover thuds]

You can be very tedious, Connie.

[scoffs] Tedious, am I?

I'm sorry, have I lost my gloss?

Do you think it's inevitable,

in female friendships, that after all the stories

have been told and secrets have been shared,

that a kind of sisterly irritation takes hold?

I'm not your sister and I'm not your friend,

I'm your forensic psychiatrist.

And let's not forget, I'm not the one who drove

a car into the river.

You've wanted to, though, haven't you?

With children in the back!

No, that is not what fucking happened!

What did happen fucking happen then?

Connie, I'm waiting?

[Connie gasps]

There...

I knew You had a temper.

-[children playing] -[people chattering]

[bicycles whirring]

[Dougie] Emma?

[chuckles] Emma Davis!

Oh my God, Dougie Thompson!

I thought I recognized that girl.

[gasps] Do you live round here?

Yeah, it's me, Emm.

You look great.

Oh, I put on weight since.

I saw your name in the paper. You're working on that case.

-Yeah, they should never have... -That poor family.

-...got my name. -Amazing work you do.

Oh, I'm not sure about that.

Well, you actually make a difference.

You always gonna do well.

Your mom once told me that you

were far too good for me. [laughs]

Oh, my gosh, she did.

My mother was a racist narcissist.

I still see the old crowd.

-Seriously? -Yeah, yeah, yeah. Um...

Jim, Pete, Sally--

Sally Pree?

Yeah? How is she?

Oh, she's great.

She's having a birthday party on Friday at The Bell,

you should come.

She'll kill me if she knew I saw you

-and I didn't ask. -How are you, Dougie?

Me? Good. Good.

Yeah, marriage, mortgage, kids, the works, you know.

And you?

Yeah.

How many?

Um, just one actually.

Sensible.

[chuckles] And what flavour?

Girl.

Girl, [chuckles] how old?

She, uh...

Seven, today actually.

Aah.

Is she, um is she here?

Uh, no, she's not.

Um, I gotta go, Dougie.

Yeah, yeah. Are you on Facebook?

No, I'm not, actually.

I gotta go too. Get on it.

-All right, I will. -Get on it.

-Okay. -I can't wait to tell Sally.

Bye, Dougie.

Bye, Emma Davis. [chuckles]

[sombre music]

[leaves rustling]

[security lock beeps]

[door clicks]

[footsteps plodding]

-[door clicks] -[security lock beeps]

[Emma sighs]

I'm very sorry for the way that I reacted

in our previous session.

It's often difficult for patients to understand,

but the line has to be kept very clear.

This is a professional relationship.

You try so hard, don't you, Doc?

To do everything right.

To keep everything in its place.

But you know, as well as I do,

that life is a messy business.

[recorder beeps]

[Connie sighs loudly]

So, did Karl find out about your feelings for Ness?

[exhales] Questions, questions, questions.

That's my job, asking questions.

[Connie sighs]

Did he?

[Connie sighs]

We don't have to, Conn.

I want to.

Don't you?

Don't know.

What's the matter?

I really don't know, I just, um...

Just feel like, um.

What?

Just feel like I fell in love with you

all those years ago because you are this live wire,

this artists with big dreams.

Full of energy.

Wildness.

Wow.

I notice you're using the past tense.

Well, yeah, babes.

Sometimes I feel like I might have clipped your wings.

You haven't, Karl, I've just had to grow up.

Well, don't you feel like you're not living anymore,

you're just going through the motions?

Maybe it's the antidepressants.

They can make me feel a bit numb.

Yeah, that's it, numb.

I feel numb.

Do we wanna feel alive again?

Are you having an affair?

[chuckles] No, I'm not having an affair.

But you fancy other people?

Well, do you?

Yes.

And now you.

Yeah.

Okay, well...

I mean, we shouldn't beat ourselves up about it,

it's natural after 15 years together.

[lips smacking]

You're brilliant, you are.

God, why are these things so hard to talk about?

Hmm?

[lips smacking]

Admit it, Conn...

You've always held a torch for that professor bloke,

Jonathan Hupgood, haven't you?

He said...

He said what?

He said he thought that we should take lovers.

Well, say something.

You seem...

Disapproving.

I don't know, it just sounds like

Karl's trying to have his cake and eat it.

Maybe.

But this could be really good for me as well.

It means I'll be...

[sighs]

I'm available.

So, what?

Are you gonna get in touch with him?

Your old professor?

Holly, no, can you not snatch that ol' tunny, please?

Can you give it back?

Thank you. [sighs]

[anxious music]

[moves to sombre music]

[sighs]

[sombre music continues]

Wow! Connie Decatheny.

Wow, indeed, Professor Jonathan Hupgood. [laughs]

-So good to see you. -You too.

-Please. -Thanks.

-Uh-- Wine? -Yes, please.

[Hupgood] Well, you look stunning.

Thank you very much.

And I thought I was gonna be overdressed

for this interview, but you look spectacular.

I thought I'd make an effort.

-It's appreciated. -Thank you so much.

Thank you.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

[Connie giggling]

Well, listen, I better go.

Why?

It has been a lovely evening.

I can't.

Okay. Why not?

I'm kinda seeing someone.

-Oh. -I guess, fairly new.

You're right.

I'm sorry, I shoulda said something, It's just...

I thought you wanted to write an article.

I do, I absolutely do.

I should go.

-Connie? -Yeah, I should go.

Connie!

[sombre music]

[Karl] Leave a message and I'll get back

to you when I can.

Hey, Karl, it's me. I guess you're still at work.

Look, I know we agreed not to talk about the details,

but that was such a disaster.

Now I feel like an idiot.

I mean, what was I even thinking?

Okay, well, I'll talk to you about it when I see you.

Okay.

Love you. Bye.

[door thuds]

[car engines roaring]

Hello?

I'm home.

Can you turn that off now, please?

[sighs]

[Vanessa] Hi, it's Vanessa, afraid I'm busy right now,

but if you leave me a message, I'll get back to you soon.

[phone thuds]

Thanks, Billy. Where's Annie?

She's dressing up.

Okay, thank you. We'll see you soon.

Mom, can Billy stay for one more game?

No, she can't, Josh, and I want you

to clean up this mess before you go to bed.

-[door thuds] -[Josh sighs]

[Connie sighs]

[car engine roars]

You idiot.

[Annie] Mom? Mom!

[earring clank]

[Annie] Mommy?

Funny now, they going to be Catholics.

[popcorn crunching]

I thought you were Buddhists?

Yes, but Catholic trying to blend stuff.

And, Annie, pops, promise me you won't wear

this nun's costume outside.

Josh says nuns do sex with Jesus' peanuts.

[giggles] Penis. Singular.

[phone rings]

[phone beeps]

[phone rings]

[phone beeps]

-[TV broadcasting quietly] -[phone ringing]

Karl?

Hello?

Sorry, darling.

It's a really bad line, hang on.

Hold on.

Hello?

[Karl] Oh, baby, yeah. [groans]

Hi, baby, I can't, I can't hear you properly.

[Karl] That's it, that's it.

-Hello? -Oh, that's so good,

that's so good, oh you're the best![moaning]

Oh, that's so good!

Yeah, yeah, oh, my God! [moaning with pleasure]

No, no, stop, stop, stop, I have to fuck you.

Come here, come here, come here. Yeah.

Yeah.

-Oh! -[Nessa] Oh, my God!

[both moaning sensually]

[Nessa] My God.

[Karl] You're so beautiful, Ness.

Oh, you're so good.

[both moaning sensually]

-[Ness] Oh, my God! -[Karl] Closer, Ness!

Oh, oh yeah, like that.

Don't stop, don't stop, I'm close, I'm close.

[gagging]

[melodic haunting music]

[front door closing]

[keys jangling]

[footsteps ascending stairs]

Hey. Hi.

-I left you a message. -Oh, did you?

-How was work? -Um,

yeah, good.

We, um, we went to the pub actually.

Fatal.

-Which one? -Coach and Horses.

-Did they have a lock-in? -Yeah.

[Connie] You didn't stop in anywhere on your way home?

[Karl] No.

Not even Ness'?

[Karl] Yeah, um, just briefly,

her boiler was up the spout again.

Hm, and while you were fixing it, you fell over

and your cock accidentally slipped into her mouth?

What?

Your phone rang me,

you stupid prick!

-How could you do that to me? -Hey!

-Keep your voice down. -Oh!

I don't ask what you're up to,

you're out shagging that Hapgood bloke.

Wrong! And that is not even the point.

This was the agreement, wasn't it, why should you mind?

Because she's my best friend.

I knew it, you were never gonna hack this,

-whoever I chose! -Oh, I was, I fucking was.

Just not her!

[Connie groans angrily]

[door slamming]

[footsteps descending stairs rapidly]

[melodic haunting music]

So that was the shock, Doc.

And that was when my hair thought,

that's it,

I'm off.

[melodic haunting music]

[Connie exhales heavily]

How long do you think that kite's been stuck up there

all tangled up like that?

[melancholic orchestral music]

[Jamie] Throw away the key, I say.

[radio Hostess] Thanks for your call, Jamie.

Ewan from Gravesend has texted in

to tell us that, "People like Mortensen

are known as family annihilators."

I've got a question, normally they're men, right?

But is this just because in most divorce cases--

-Shut up. -[radio clicking off]

[exhales heavily]

[traffic rumbling quietly]

[phone ringing Simon]

[Simon] Hi, this is Simon Robertson's voicemail,

please leave a message.

[beeps]

[Emma] Um, hi, it's me.

I thought I was gonna be early, but...

It's okay, I'll meet you there.

[traffic rumbling quietly]

I've got something to say.

[background restaurant bustling]

A letter arrived on Tuesday from Kenneth Banes.

It arrived Tuesday?

-[Emma] Hm. -Do you think he knew the date?

[Emma sighing]

I'll give it to you later.

I haven't read it yet, I, [sighs]

wanted to wait until we were together.

[phone chimes]

Who's that?

Do you have it here with you?

-Not now. -[phone chimes]

Go on.

[paper rustling]

What does he want?

[sighs] He wants to meet.

No. No.

[melodic haunting music]

[birds chirping]

[Connie sobbing quietly]

[nurse] Come on.

I can't, I can't remember where we are

in our relationship.

We're at the end.

Oh.

[quiet background prison bustling]

How are Josh and Annie?

I brought you some magazines and stuff.

I've got to go.

[electronic door lock beeping]

[electronic door lock beeping]

[electronic door closing]

[sobbing]

[Connie] It was as if he wished he'd never met me.

But I'm the mother of his children.

[Connie sighing heavily]

Do you know what really got me?

It's, it's the fact that I'd been left out.

The two people closest to me had started a club without me.

I felt like such a fool.

Thank God you had your mum.

[Anita] Horse, apple, Tuesday.

Horse, apple, Tuesday.

[Anita] That's it.

Alright, Mrs De Cadenet, um,

what day of the week is it today?

Tuesday.

No, it's Thursday, Mum.

But that's not really fair, because you just said Tuesday.

Don't worry, it's okay. [laughs softly]

Um, what might I put up in the rain?

A shelter, you could light a fire.

[Anita] Okay, alright and what is nine plus five?

Nine plus five.

Come on, Julia, you know this.

It's alright, don't worry.

And what are the three words I asked you to remember?

Come on, Mum.

Think of galloping across the fields.

Starlight!

Starlight, she had a pony called Starlight,

-that counts, right? -Yes, very good.

You're doing really well, Mum.

I think I need the loo.

[Anita] It's just through that door there.

First on the left.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[mumbles]

It's okay to say you're not coping, Connie.

I feel so low.

[Anita] Despite the antidepressants?

I'm so tired, I haven't slept in nine days.

My hair is falling out.

My chest feels like it's exploding.

Right, well, we have something for the hair loss,

no problem and the insomnia is also anxiety, Connie.

I have got just the thing for you, Lorazepam.

Between you and me,

Leah Worthington swears by these little beauties.

[soft melodic music]

♪ Why does the sun go on shining ♪

[Connie] Beauties was the right word.

♪ Why does the sea rush to shore ♪

[Connie] I felt like someone had taken my brain

out of my aching skull and put it in a warm,

soapy bath.

♪ 'Cause you don't love me anymore ♪

[Connie] It's massaged away all the pain.

♪ Why do the birds go on singing ♪

But I don't need to tell you that, do I, Doctor?

How the second one is never quite the same.

You're always chasing that elusive feeling,

until you find you need a pill just to feel normal

and then right when you really, really

need to ask for help,

you don't have the strength to do it.

Can we stop now?

I don't wanna do anymore.

Of course.

You've done really, really well.

Emma.

Who is Kenneth Banes?

He's a lorry driver.

[melancholic orchestral music]

[melancholic orchestral music]

[doorbell rings]

[rain pouring]

[car rumbling]

[bushes rustling]

[traffic rumbling quietly]

[Emma] Hello?

Hello, Mrs De Cadenet?

[knocking on door]

[bells chiming gently]

Hello, the door's open.

Are you here for the books?

Uh, no, I'm, I tried the front door, I-I left a few messages.

I'm Emma Robertson, Connie's doctor.

[James] What?

Is, is Mrs De Cadanet in?

We were having a clear out.

But it's so hard deciding.

[bag rustling]

Yes, yes, it is.

Is it, is it just you in then?

Afraid so. [breathing heavily]

Let me help you with that.

-Here. -[phone ringing]

[bag rustling]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

Would you like me to get that?

Oh, [laughs] I never answer the phone.

So you're here to collect the books?

No, I-I'm here to talk about Connie, I'm her psychiatrist.

-[answer machine beeps] -Of course you are.

[Julia] This is Julia De Cadanet.

-Terrible. -I'm sorry I'm not here.

-It's terrible. -Please leave a message--

Although, I'm more than happy to take some bags

to the charity shop, if that would help.

Karl said you, you call it something fancy,

Connie's condition.

Yes, dissociative amnesia.

It's a mechanism that the brain has to cope with trauma,

like locking events away in a box

and then burying the box.

Sounds damn sensible to me.

What good does more pain do? [breathing heavily]

But I just don't understand this. [sobbing]

How could she do that, those poor little girls?

Well, that's what we're trying

to find out, Mr De Cadanet.

We must have done something terribly wrong. [sobbing]

No, no, you did nothing wrong.

Perhaps it might help to visit her?

No, I-I can't, I-I wouldn't know what to say to her.

[breathing heavily]

Julia always knows what to do when things go wrong.

Well, where is she?

I told Connie I'd bring her mother to visit.

Where is she?

She's dead.

Julia died before all this. [breathing heavily]

Thank God.

-I am so sorry. -[thunder rumbling]

He's in urgent need of home care,

he's showing signs of confusion and living in squalor

and I need to know what's been put in place.

Please, call me on this number as soon as possible.

[phone beeps]

[rain pouring]

Phil.

No, I'm not.

Why was this not on our notes, for Christ's sake?

Her mother had just died, didn't somebody perhaps think

that that might be a contributory factor?

-[electronic door lock beeping] -[electronic door opening]

Oh, Doctor, did you mention the night shifts?

Leave us alone.

[electronic door closing]

Sit down, Connie.

Connie.

Do you remember your mother died six weeks ago?

[thunder rumbling]

Did I know this?

Yes, you did.

She took a lot of paracetamol accidentally,

just kept forgetting that she'd taken them.

What was her name?

What was whose name?

Your daughter.

Please keep my daughter out of this.

How can I,

when your grief runs through every syllable you utter?

We are the wrecked people,

you and I.

Abigail.

[inhales deeply] Abigail.

[melancholic orchestral music]

[birds chirping]

[melancholic orchestral music]

[melancholic orchestral music]

[children laughing in distance]

[Connie sighing softly]

[melancholic orchestral music]

[phone ringing]

[melancholic orchestral music]

[tin rattling]

[melodic upbeat orchestral music]

[paper tearing]

[melodic upbeat orchestral music]

Simon, happy birthday.

[melodic upbeat orchestral music]

-You look great. -Thank you.

-Do you want a drink? -Yeah, yeah, thank you.

[melodic upbeat orchestral music]

[lighter clicks]

[melodic upbeat orchestral music]