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I'm back, Tim.

I'll be up in a minute, Tim.

Morning, my lovely.

Did you miss me?

Sorry I was gone longer than expected.

It's been a strange morning.

You're looking a bit pale.

Mmmm.

You seem to have a bit of a temperature

you poor thing.

I'm not feeling great either

just so tired.

So much to do every day.

Still...

No rest for the wicked, hey.

My head's been all over the place the last few days

but earlier...

I got the answer.

I know you think this is gonna sound strange,

and you'll most likely think I've gone mad, but...

I felt God

touch my heart today.

Seriously.

I felt him right here.

Well you know me...

I'm not one to believe this sort of thing usually, but...

God spoke to me

and He told me exactly what to do.

Exactly!

I think he felt sorry for me really

because of our

current situation.

I always thought religious people were delusional

mad,

but it just goes to show you how things can change in an instant.

Just like that!

- It's a bit dark, isn't it? - Hmmm.

Wonder what that says about the artist

I don't know. Not my cup of tea.

Looks a bit like you in a bad mood!

Oi, you. Shut up

I don't know. I was hoping to see a nice sculpture or something.

Some naked men perhaps?

Isabelle, stop it.

Oh, wait up, hunk alert.

Interesting picture.

Yeah, I like it.

I'm Tim by the way

Abbie,

and this is Isabelle...

Oh!

So do you come here often?

No. First time.

I'm supposed to be meeting a mate here.

Oh, right. Well, it's a nice place.

Yeah.

If I'm honest with you, I don't really like art very much

I appreciate it, but I can't paint to save my life.

I'm not very creative.

How about you, Abbie? Do you paint?

Oh God, no. No. I'm a writer.

Well, I hope to be. That's my ambition.

Well, maybe I'll read one of your books one day.

I hope so.

Yeah. Me too.

So, err. I don't think my friend's actually going to turn up. I don't suppose you fancy having a drink, do you?

Yeah, OK.

I need a break.

So, you having a good day?

Perfect. How about you?

Yeah, not too bad.

Mind you...

You know I can't swim, right?

No.

Yeah.

You never said.

Did I not?

- Well I can't. So if I was going to stand up like this... - No, sit down, sit down!

Sit down!

Oh my god - Careful.

Careful.

Only joking. Of course I can swim.

But if I couldn't and I accidentally fell in

would you give me the kiss of life and save me?

Hmmm. No.

Well that's nice of you.

I would watch you sink to the bottom of the lake.

Yeah, but you wouldn't really though, would you?

No.

Besides... if I went in...

I'd make sure you came in with me.

And there'd be nothing you could do about it.

OK. Lunch.

It's beautiful here.

Yeah.

I used to come here a lot when I was a kid.

Yeah?

Yeah. Climbing trees

getting myself all muddy.

Listen. I've got something to ask you.

If I make you dinner, are you free on Thursday?

Oh, I can't

I've got to meet Isabelle after work.

Oh come on. See her another day

I can't let her down.

Please?

Oh come on. Please?

OK, OK

Yeah? Thank you.

What is it anyway?

I'm not telling you all my secrets.

But it just goes to show you how things can change in an instant.

Just like that.

I think sometimes when tragedy strikes

it makes you see things in a different way.

I'm never going to take anything for granted anymore.

I mean, look at us.

That didn't turn out the way we expected, did it?

You see, Tim...

God

wants to help us.

I think perhaps you should start believing in God too.

It might help you.

I bought you a bible in town earlier

I'll bring it up later.

Bring you nearer to God.

He loves us all no matter what, Tim

and now...

I understand everything.

Now it all makes sense.

This is fate, Tim.

All of this is fate.

It's a big test for both of us.

What's this?

Why don't you have a look?

Do you know what? Close your eyes.

Go on. Close your eyes.

Right...

Now you can open them.

Oh my god!

Like it?

Are you kidding me?

Like it?

I love it.

It's a pleasure, honey.

I thought it was about time you had something to give you more motivation to write.

It certainly will.

God I don't know what to say.

Well...

I have something else for you as well.

What is it?

I think you should close your eyes again.

OK

Open them.

Abbie...

I've never met anybody quite like you.

From the moment I saw you, I just...

I just knew.

I want you to live with me

I want you to grow old with me

I want you to have babies with me.

I want you to marry me.

Will you?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

OK

Well, we'd better see how this fits then, hadn't we?

So tell me something...

How has a girl like you never been married before?

Never really found the right man.

Well... until now.

I was engaged once before

years ago

but he ended up being a total jerk

loved his bands more than he loved me.

Well he lost a good woman

Abbie, can you do something for me?

Yeah, sure

I want you to give up work.

I want you to be able to concentrate on your writing full time.

I don't want you to worry about money or anything

I make enough for us to get by.

Besides, I've got some stashed away so after we're married we can have a holiday.

That's not fair on you paying for everything.

I don't mind working. I've always been independent.

No, honey

I don't want you to worry about anything

I want you to be able to just write without any pressures.

OK

If you're sure.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Besides...

When you've sold millions of books

and become this big multi-millionaire writer

you can look after me. How does that sound?

OK

It's a deal.

Home sweet home Mrs Hemp.

It's going to take me a while to get used to that name.

Yeah?

Well, you'd better get used to it!

I've got a surprise for you by the way.

Oh yeah? What's that?

I'm pregnant.

Are you serious?

I did a test this morning, before we left.

You're going to be a daddy.

That's amazing.

God, I love you.

I'm going to be a daddy.

Sweetheart?

Hi.

Hey love. How you doing?

Yeah. Good.

Cool.

Err, listen...

I'm going out and have a few drinks, if that's alright?

With my mate Shawn here.

You remember Shawn, he's the ugly one.

Piss off you

Hi. Congratulations on the wedding and baby, Abbie.

Thank you.

Nice to meet you.

Next time I'll bring my wife. I'm sure she'd love to meet you.

Yeah, that'll be great.

OK

I'll see you later.

OK

Shhhh.

It's two o'clock in the morning!

Naughty me.

What you gonna do about it?

What's happened to you?

I don't even know who you are anymore?

I told you ages ago that I had to go out with Shawn and the lads for a drink.

OK. He done me a very, very big favour.

OK, now...

You knew about this, so stop your moaning, Miss Moany.

What's that?

It was your dinner.

Oh!

Do you know how long that took me to cook?

Quit your whining, Miss Whiny Whingy Whiny Person.

Alright? OK?

I tell you what. Look...

I've had enough of your questions for one night.

So I'm going to go to bed.

Cos I've had enough of your questions for one evening.

I'm going to sleep in a bit.

Got a big day tomorrow.

Don't want to be too tired.

Let's say a little prayer together, shall we?

You especially need to believe in God more.

He might be able to help with your suffering.

Everything happens for a reason, Tim.

Even if sometimes it is cruel.

That's what I've learnt.

God taught me that.

Come on.

Dear Lord...

We thank you for guiding us towards the light.

We are your pupils

your children

and we pray that you forgive us our sins.

Tim!

Close your eyes.

It's not respectful.

That's better.

Sorry.

Dear Lord. We thank you for blessing us with life

and showing us the true value of existence.

Amen.

There!

Doesn't that feel better?

It'll be our anniversary next week.

Can you believe that?

Doesn't time fly?

I know I haven't been exactly how you wanted me to be.

As your wife I mean, but...

I did try to please you most of the time.

I think I did really well to be honest.

I mean, you weren't easy to cope with

and there is only so much

a person can take.

Did you see that, Tim?

You see?

I'm not going mad.

Tim.

I need to talk to you about something important.

I need to go my own way.

I can't cope with you anymore.

Let's get you more comfortable.

I did love you, sweetheart

but I just don't have the same feelings anymore.

Isabelle's really excited about our good news.

She thinks it's going to be a girl.

But I don't know...

I think it's going to be a boy.

Yeah, maybe... Maybe a boy.

Well I've not had much sickness

and they say if you get really sick during pregnancy it's likely to be a girl.

Oh! Guess what?

She knows this guy that runs a publishing firm

and she's been talking to him about my writing

and apparently he's really interested in looking at my work

I've just got to finish the last chapter and then I can send it to him.

I hope he likes it.

I'm so lucky to have a friend like Isabelle.

Yeah, that's good.

Well, fingers crossed

you might be looking at a best-selling author.

What about me?

Hmm?

What do you mean?

Well, I thought I was your best friend?

Well of course you are.

You're my husband.

What I meant was... Isabelle is my best female friend.

So, umm... how was work?

Yeah, it was alright.

Look, can we just go home? I'm missing the football results.

Yes, sure.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm OK. Sorry, I'm just tired. Work, you know?

If I'm honest, I can't wait to have this week off.

Can't remember the last time I had a week off over Christmas.

Be great.

Mum's looking forward to it as well.

Well, don't forget my sister's coming Boxing Day.

Yeah... I don't think so.

What do you mean?

I haven't seen my sister in months!

Look, I just want to have a quiet Christmas, alright? No bother.

You always got on alright with her before.

She just talks all the time though, you know? Just goes on.

It's my sister, Tim.

You can see her another time.

Besides... she has these brats with her. Constantly running around, screaming their heads off!

That's my family!

Don't ever talk about them like that again! What's wrong with you?

Don't embarrass me, Abbie!

Not here, and not now!

Look, this discussion is over.

Come on. We're going.

Have you seen my keys Abbie?

No I haven't.

Maybe try your coat pocket?

How are you Abbie?

I'm OK thanks. How are you?

Yeah I'm cool.

Just plodding along as usual

Helen says hello by the way.

Oh that's nice. Say hi from me.

Look. When you're done flirting, do you think you can help me look?

Alright buddy, calm down.

It's none of your business, Shawn.

Keep checking in here. I'm gonna check the sitting room.

What's rattled his cage?

Sorry about that.

Don't apologize. He's out of order.

I think he's stressed about work.

Having to do the extra hours and all.

I think he is feeling the pressure from the new baby, you see.

He'll be ok, don't worry.

Yeah.

Maybe.

Found 'em.

Do me a favour mate. Go put that in the car would ya?

No problem.

See ya later Abbie.

Do you think I'm blind?

What?

Trying to make me look like an arsehole in front of my friends.

I didn't.

I didn't.

Don't ever disrespect me again.

I'm so sorry for hitting you.

I just... I just get so jealous sometimes.

And what with work and

everything.

It's just...

Shawn's my best friend, alright?

And I'm sure he fancies you.

I just took it out on you. I'm sorry.

I love you so much.

I just get so mad... sometimes...

But you're my woman. You're my woman!

Nobody else's.

But I promise you...

I promise you... this will never happen again.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry.

Babe?

I'm just going to work.

Ok. See you later.

Look

what I found!

Haven't we been sneaky?

Now I'm mad!

Really... mad!

They accepted my book for publication.

Years ago!

And you knew this!

Did it hurt you to see me doing something successful?

Huh?

What was it?

Jealousy?

Because

you're a sad

little

mummy's boy!

And what about these other letters?

From Isabelle?

And my sister?

You made me think

that I was all alone.

That nobody cared.

You didn't ask me to quit my job,

so I could focus on my writing.

No.

You

wanted to control me.

Trap me.

Well

now I'm in control

and you

are all alone.

No mumsie to help you this time.

I was going to make things pain free for you.

Not now.

I'm not going to give you your meds now.

I'm going to make sure

you feel

everything!

What're you doing sleeping out here?

You disgust me!

What the hell are you going on about now?

Aww... My bloody head.

Serves you right, you bastard.

I know you're seeing someone else.

What the hell are you talking about?

I could smell her perfume on your shirt.

It stinks!

You've got it all wrong, as usual

I was just dancing with some girl and she was rubbing herself up against me. That's all.

While I'm at home, pregnant with your baby?

And you expect me to hang around here, whilst you get as fat as a whale! I don't think so.

Are you cheating on me?

Tell me!

Just be honest with me.

Well, so what if I am?

I'm your wife

and I'm having your child.

Why are you treating me so badly?

I've never done anything to hurt you!

Now you listen here

I can see whoever the bloody hell I like!

I know you've been speaking to Isabelle still

I've seen the phone records. I know you've been lying.

So don't you ever expect me to listen to you!

Who is she?

Shut up!

Do you even know who you are?

Timmy?

I do

and so does God.

He feels my pain.

He's not happy.

I mean, it's unbelievable if you think about it...

I went round the guy's office...

Walk in, just asked him for a pay rise.

And he turns round and tells me there's no money in the company kitty.

Give me a break!

If you go round that guy's house

there's a new car on that driveway...

What the hell are you wearing?

It's the new dress I bought, for tonight.

You said you liked it.

You look like a complete slut.

You're way too old and fat to be wearing something like that

Jesus!

Seriously. Go and change.

I bought it especially...

Abbie, I'm serious. Go change it!

I'm not going to be seen out with you looking like that.

Go change it!

Go on.

Thanks guys, that was lovely.

No worries mate.

Yeah. Thank you. It was really nice.

It's our pleasure.

It was lovely to be over tonight.

So, Abbie...

Do you fancy a girl's night out soon?

Yeah. That'll be great.

I haven't been on a girlie night out for ages.

Well we need to change that then don't we?

Well...

We've got to enjoy it before you become a mum.

So

Are we gonna have kids?

Err, never.

You're enough to cope with.

See the abuse I get?

Does anyone want any coffee?

Err... yeah, thanks.

Yes please

I'll take these plates out for ya, love.

Thanks.

You've always got to be centre of attention, haven't you?

What do you mean?

What do you think I mean?

You, talking all the time.

Do you honestly think that Shawn and Helen are interested in your opinions?

I don't think I talk too much.

You've got verbal diarrhoea, love.

One stupid opinion after the next

I was just making conversation.

Do you honestly think they are interested about you and your stupid bloody books?

They seemed interested.

They're being polite, love. Polite.

Honestly

you are a stupid cow sometimes, you know that?

And you're not going out with Helen either.

You always go out with Shawn.

I never get to go out.

Yeah.

Well I know what women are like when they're together.

Do you know what?

Shawn actually dislikes you.

He hates you

and there you are

giving cow eyes to him in front of his wife!

You're an embarrassment

I didn't...

So, Tim...

What was that favour you wanted to ask me about earlier?

Oh.

Me and Abbie have got to go off and see my Mum

she's been a bit under the weather recently

anyway

I've got a package being delivered that I'm not going to be around to sign for.

It's really important, mate

and I was just wondering, would you be able to do it for me?

Yeah sure, course I will.

Thank you mate.

Here...

Here's the key to the house, okay. Let yourself in.

When I get back, I'll buy you a couple beers, okay.

Here we go then guys.

Thank you.

Cheers.

OK. Help yourselves.

Abbie?

Are you OK?

Yeah.

Yeah sorry

I'm just a bit tired.

It's been a long day.

We're great though ain't we love, eh?

Yeah.

Thank you for coming round to cook, Abbie

I've been unable to do it myself

I've been sick with worry.

I haven't seen you for three weeks, Tim.

Yeah I know, sorry Mum

I've just been busy at the yard.

You need to phone me more at least.

Abbie...

I think

the meat is a little undercooked,

and the vegetables are overcooked.

Roasts are a question of

timing

my dear.

Yeah, she's right you know, darling. This is a little bit chewy.

I've got an idea.

Why can't you take time out from your busy schedule,

and teach her some domestic skills, eh?

That won't be necessary.

But mum's a better cook than you.

I can cook!

Anyway, why are you done up like a dog's dinner?

Just thought I would make a bit of an effort, that's all.

Don't you like it?

He is right, Abbie.

It wasn't necessary to dress up on my behalf.

Anyway, mum

you're gonna be a grandmum.

That's good news, isn't it?

Yes. About time.

I was beginning to think Abbie's bits weren't working properly “downstairs”.

Well we've been trying to think up girls' names anyway

Abbie likes “Samantha”.

Umm...

Well...

We're going to redecorate the spare room into a nursery.

Hopefully Barbara will approve.

It's not easy being a mum.

It's a tough job.

You do know that?

No I didn't, Barbara.

Is it really?

Now calm down girls, alright?

This is supposed to be a happy occasion.

Mum?

Oh my god. Mum?

Mum!

If your father was here he would be very proud, Tim.

You remind me so much of your father.

He was a great dad.

He was hardworking and handsome

just like you.

Do you know

one year he did three jobs just so we could pay the bills.

He never gave up on us.

Nowadays they don't know the meaning of hard work.

Well it's none of my business, but perhaps it's you putting pressure on him.

You're not helping him financially, are you?

You've got to understand - he'll have another mouth to feed soon.

You're not helping him.

Perhaps it's you.

Please, please Abbie.

Please Abbie. I'm so sorry.

Who is interrupting us now?

Who is it, please?

Are you okay in there?

Hello.

Are you okay, Abbie?

Yeah, I'm fine. Come in.

Good, good.

We haven't seen Tim in ages.

Manager keeps asking about him

I told him I ain't seen him all week.

You don't know when he'll be back in work?

No.

He won't.

Not for a while.

I don't know, to be honest with you Shawn.

He's not very well.

He's been in bed all week.

Oh. Right.

And

you didn't call the manager and let him know?

Didn't think about it really.

Just had so much going on.

He's really not very well, you see.

Are you sure everything is okay?

You look terrible.

Thanks!

No

I didn't mean to sound rude

I mean...

I mean you look tired.

No, I'm okay.

I'm sure he'd be happy to see me.

Might even cheer him up.

Is he upstairs?

No!

I'm sorry Shawn. I lied to you.

He left.

But it's okay... I'm happy.

In fact...

I couldn't be happier.

We really weren't getting on very well, you see.

He's got a terrible temper.

I tried my best to make it work, but... no.

I lost that

attraction for him.

I lost that... spark, you could say.

You don't know where he went?

No.

Not a clue. He left about three days ago.

He just left? Without saying anything?

Nothing.

Not a word.

Oh, I see.

Like I said...

I've never been happier.

I'd better go.

I'm sorry about you and Tim.

I think that's best.

That's Tim's wallet. Why would he leave without taking that?

Do you know what, Shawn?

I've always fancied you.

What? I'm happily married. You know that. Come on, Shawn...

I've seen the way you look at me!

Stop it! We mustn't!

Don't you like me?

Yes, but not like that.

Don't you find me attractive?

It's not that.

I'm happily married and Tim's my best mate.

Look...

I'm going. I'm sorry Abbie

this isn't right!

Hmm.

Looks like the meds are wearing off fast.

Be time for you to say goodbye soon.

Where have you been?

Just out for a walk. Get some fresh air.

I've been thinking everything through.

I'm not happy, Tim.

I bought you flowers. They're your favourites.

I don't want your fucking flowers!

I want you to treat me like a wife should be treated.

Hold on a second here. Just calm down. I'm just trying to make things right.

Right?

Things haven't been right in ages!

I am sick to death of living like this.

You treat me like shit.

You insult me.

You're making me ill.

And all of this strain is most likely having an effect on our baby.

Stop talking to me like this.

Get off me!

I bought these flowers for you,

and you're going to fucking take them!

Come on.

It's alright.

Up you come.

Shhhh.

It's OK.

You make me do this to you.

Come on.

It's alright. Take it easy.

Look at me.

Now, next time...

I get you flowers

all you've got to do is be grateful.

Hmm?

Good girl.

Shit!

Ti... Tim!

Tim!

Tim!

Come on. In you come.

You did well not to tell the doctors anything.

Would've made matters worse.

It wasn't my fault we lost the baby.

I'm going to make you a cup of tea.

Look, it's been three weeks now Abbie.

You can't keep moping around the house, darling.

You haven't eaten. You're going to make yourself ill.

Why don't you do some typing, eh?

You haven't written anything in ages.

Look, I'm sorry, OK?

It was... It was just a bad accident.

We can move on from this. We can.

Just you and me. You and me against the world!

Hey love?

Look I'll call the doctor tomorrow

I'll get him to come around. He can give you something.

Make you feel better.

Just... just don't say anything, okay?

We don't want to make matters worse.

Thanks for coming, doc.

Ever since the miscarriage she doesn't eat...

She won't talk to me...

Lies there on the couch and just does nothing.

Do you mind if I talk to your wife alone?

It might be easier for her to communicate.

She has been through a very traumatic experience

I'd kind of like to be here for support

I understand your concern, Mr Hemp, but...

I would rather see her on my own, if that's ok.

Yeah, errr...

Yeah, of course

I'll be in the other room then.

Hello Abbie.

My name's Dr Ribbon.

Your husband got in touch with me because he's concerned about you.

He says you haven't been looking after yourself since the loss of the baby.

How are you feeling?

Can you talk about it?

Samantha.

That's her name.

That's a lovely name

Abbie, when was the last time you ate?

The coffin...

It was so tiny.

I'm just going to take your blood pressure.

Don't be frightened, it's ok.

It won't take long.

I just want to be left alone.

Sit up.

It won't take long.

Right.

Pop these on here, so we can hear what's going on.

Your blood pressure is a little high but that is to be expected.

You are going through a very traumatic time.

I would like to refer you to an outside organisation that may help.

We've got to get you better, Abbie.

A lot of women in your situation have found it to be very helpful.

In the meantime, I can write you a prescription for some tablets

that will help ease your stress a little.

I just want it all to end.

You really are very lucky to have such a supportive husband.

You should try and talk to him

I can see he loves you.

Is everything ok?

Look after yourself, Abbie.

Is she going to be alright?

She's suffering stress from the loss of the baby. But she'll be ok in time

I've written a prescription for diazepam.

Should help calm her down.

If you could pick it up as soon as possible, that would be great.

Yeah. Yeah of course.

She needs a lot of rest,

and tender loving care.

Has she said anything?

She's very vulnerable at the moment.

You need to be there for her.

One hundred percent.

Look after her, Mr Hemp.

Yes of course.

Just glad she's ok

Do you realise that you haven't shagged me in ages, woman?

What's this? What are you writing?

Get off Tim, it's not finished yet.

Whoah, whoah, whoah!

Uhh.

What is this?

“Bethan ran down to meet Massimo”

“She leapt on the back of the bike...”

“Seconds later they were roaring...”

Stop it!

“...down the open road”

“This was the first time Bethan had been on a motorbike”

“and it seemed to her”

- “that it was one of the best things she had ever experienced.” - Tim, stop it!

Ooh!

“Bethan enjoyed the sensation of freedom the bike gave her.”

“And a warm breeze ruffled her hair”

“caressed her skin”.

Why won't you just leave me alone?

Ah ha.

I'm not hurting you.

This is the only time I have to myself.

It's all I've got.

Well, let me tell you something.

Because this shit

doesn't put money in our pockets.

Well you wouldn't let me work!

You were supposed to take care of me. Remember?

Why does it bother you so much?

Me doing the things I like.

Why can't you be supportive?

Encouraging.

Why does everything have to be about you, you, you?

Be careful, Abbie.

Do you know what, Tim?

I don't even care.

Do what you want!

You've broken me already.

Cheers, mate - Cheers!

So yeah. I was a bit of an arse to buy this place, wasn't I?

Well, I didn't want to say anything mate.

Well, that's alright. You're going to do all the plastering and painting. Everything's up to you

I'm paying you. I'm going to sit there and do nothing.

- Do you know how long it's going to take? - Yeah

I'm the one that bought the place.

I'd better go.

Alright mate. Take it easy.

See you later.

Why do you have to look so fucking miserable all the time?

Uhh?

Why can't you actually make an effort for me? Just once.

Look at you. Look what you're wearing.

What's this? Eh? What's this?

For once in your life can you make an effort for me? I'm your husband.

And you wonder why I look at other women.

No, you're not going anywhere. I'm trying to give you advice, here.

It's these fucking tablets that you're taking. They're messing with your head.

And I'm sick to death

of seeing you wander all around the house

bitching and whining and crying “Oh I lost the baby”.

It's fucking attention seeking.

You caused it!

After you hit me.

You killed our baby, not me.

No. Don't you ever fucking say that to me again!

I don't go to work every single day to come back to this... this shit!

I pay the fucking bills around here, not you.

You lost our baby and I'm gonna fucking well make sure that you give me another.

Get on that fucking table.

If I have to fuck you every day, you're giving me another fucking baby. Do you understand?

Stop!

Please, please, please stop.

Please don't.

Do you understand me?

You're giving me a fucking baby!

Girl's voice "Mummy, save me"

You killed our baby.

No!

Is my lunch in there?

Yeah. It's all packed.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Nothing. I'm fine.

Have a good day.

I'll see you at six.

Clean yourself up. You look a state.

Stupid, stupid.

Do you think you can leave me?

You honestly think you could leave me?

Huh? Is that what you were trying to do?

If I can't have you then no one can have you.

Huh? Don't you ever try to fucking leave me.

I will not let you leave me for anybody.

You are mine! Do you understand?

You can understand. Say yes. Go on, say yes.

- Say yes, you can't leave. - Yes. Yes - Yeah, yeah!

Come on. Keep struggling.

Show me you can struggle.

Show me. You don't have the fucking strength.

Come on. You don't, do you?

No, you don't.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Hey! Afternoon.

Ahhhh.

It appears we had a little accident.

Don't worry, sweetie. Everything will be alright.

You think I'm stupid?

Hmm?

You think I can't read you like a book?

You think I don't know what you were doing?

Hmm?

You were lucky I didn't kill you.

The next time you might not be so lucky.

Just where the hell do you think you were going anyway?

Huh?

You've got no friends.

Your family don't even want to know about you these days.

Have you ever stopped to wonder why it is that everybody rejects you?

Everybody abandons you.

No. You probably haven't, have you?

My mother was right about you, you know.

You really are just a

pathetic

poor little excuse for a woman.

Sorry, but it's the truth honey.

The other night I was doing you such a big favour you know?

Shagging you.

Cos the state you're in at the moment, nobody else would touch you with a barge pole.

Now I want you to listen to me, and I want you to listen to me good...

You're mine.

You belong to me.

Nobody else.

And if you ever, ever, try to pull a stunt like that again...

I will fucking kill you!

You understand me?

Yeah? Getting through?

Good.

Now, I don't know about you,

but I'm gonna go and get changed.

We're in a bit of a state.

Are you there?

Are you there?

It's me, Mummy

Samantha?

Is that you?

Yes, Mummy.

Why did I die?

Please forgive me.

I was too frightened to leave daddy.

Daddy killed me, Mummy...

Hurt you and took away your dreams.

Remember the letters.

What letters?

Samantha?

Samantha?

Don't go.

Please!

Do it mummy.

Yes

It's time.

You hurt me too much, Tim.

All I ever did was look after you.

I can't cope with you around anymore.

You disgust me!

See?

I'm not as weak as you thought I was.

Am I?

No.

The years I suffered

with you treating me like an animal.

To be your little dog.

Woof!

Woof!

Woof!

Abbie...

Please...

Please...

Did you really think..

I was gonna put up with this forever?

The beatings

the mental abuse...

Killing our child!

Please Abbie...

I'm so sorry.

But I need you

to understand my pain.

I need you to feel my suffering.

Like you always say...

“You made me do this”.

No no no no!

Are you OK, Abbie?

I've finished my new book.

I did it.

Would you like to read it?

Maybe later, Abbie, but you have a visitor.

Really?

It's your husband, Abbie.

He's come to visit you.

It's been a while, Abbie.

Look, I bought you flowers.

They're your favourites.

Are you taking your medication?

I worry about you.

The house is so lonely without you.

Look. I'm sorry, ok?

I wish I could bring you home with me.

But I can't. You just

you're just too dangerous to live with right now.

You needed help.

Where's your god now?

Huh?

Where's your fucking god now?

“You made me do this”

Here...

Here's the key to the house, okay. Let yourself in

You're going to rot in here.

So I suggest you start praying.

Help! Now.

You're dead!

Dead!

- Calm down Abbie. - I killed you! - Calm down.

You okay, sir? Let me see to that wound

I'm okay. Thank you.

Just worried about my wife

I know Mr Hemp.

Must be hard seeing her like that.

Life can be so cruel sometimes.

Yeah.

You're dead!

Hey ma.

Well?

Yeah, just left the hospital.

And Abbie?

Yeah, don't worry about it.

She's sorted.

Very good, son

Yeah, look, I'm gonna be... You're well rid of her.

Tim? Tim?