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ROSIE REPEATEDLY VOCALISES

That's good, Rosie - do your roly-poly puddings.

But, erm, we can't just stay in this bit all day.

They've got Siberian chipmunks, ring-tailed coatis...

..Luzon cloud rats.

We haven't even seen a bloody pigeon.

She could be doing this any-bloody-where.

Yeah, she just likes coming here for this bit.

And then, walk to the station, train to Queen's End Road,

the 452 bus it takes to get here - probably it.

Plus, dogs aren't allowed in the zoo so there's no chance she'll

roll down and get, you know...

..on her face and clothes.

Yeah, but surely we're going to look at the animals.

It cost 26 quid to get in.

Yeah, it's not normally that much

cos she gets in free and I'm her carer.

SHE SQUEALS

Ah, about bloody time.

Oh, where you going?

Gaga.

No, that's not Gaga, darling. Sorry.

No. No. I'm Gaga.

Now, shall we go and see what else they've got?

Mm.

Yeah, maybe another 20 minutes?

Yeah, yeah.

They've got otters.

Come on, come on, Rosie. We've all had enough, time to go.

Erm, do you not want to go and see 'em feeding the lemurs? Come on.

John, we're going to need your help with this bit.

Rosie, do you want to go for the gift shop?

ROSIE LAUGHS

Yeah, so it's three days a week, erm,

and the faculty are really flexible with me kind of easing back

into work. And Rosie's nursery's only two minutes from the office.

Well, I think that's just wonderful.

After all you've been through,

it'll do you wonders for you to go back to work.

You look so tired.

I mean, Rosie's been back at nursery for a while now,

so I'm feeling pretty good.

Yes. Yes, of course.

You look great.

Em? Em? Em?

You're going to want to see this. All right, Geordi La Forge. Who?

It's the engineer on the Enterprise.

Never told Picard what the problem was -

that way he could tease an ad break.

THEY LAUGH

There. Good girl. Good girl.

THEY GASP AND LAUGH

I just got her on her feet and let her go.

She's picked it up in no time.

Oh, John, that's wonderful.

No, just leave her, Emily.

Let her find her own way. Give her some space.

I didn't... I didn't know if she'd ever be able to.

Well, it's another little milestone you can tick off.

Thank you.

Wow. Our little girl can walk.

You clever girl.

SHE SQUEALS

No, no, stop.

Rosie. Rosie, one toy. One toy. No!

Don't throw things like that!

Oh. Rosie?

You've already got that one, darling. You've already got that.

Just... Just... No, no.

Well, we'll have to buy that now. Do you want this? Do you want this?

Rosie, calm down. One toy. No!

Don't throw the things like that.

Choose one. All right, we'll take these, we'll take these.

Now no more treasure now.

Sorry about this.

Ooh! Bloody hell!

She's got strong, hasn't she?

Right, right, we'll take this, and then that's it. That's it.

That's it, that's it, that's it.

3.99?!

I'll get him riding this bike in no time. Whether he likes it or not.

Right. Off you go.

Ah, it's just great, innit?

Now that you can get 'em both out and about.

Grandad!

Ouch!

Maybe we should start with stabilisers. Stabilisers?

Just keep pedalling. If you're moving forward, you can't fall off.

THUD

SCREAMING

Silly Rosie.

She just ran into that sign.

Aw! Yeah.

It's OK. She's fine.

Give her to me. Give her to me.

No, no, no, I've got her. I've got her. I've got her.

I've got her, she's fine.

Sh. Just a wee bump.

Won't do her any harm.

Right, pedal with confidence.

Kids are sturdy little buggers.

A few bumps and bruises never hurt anyone.

I remember when Sophie were three,

I were pushing her down some stairs in a buggy,

the little thing fell out and bounced all the way to the bottom!

Oh, stop worrying.

She was up skipping ten minutes later. She were right as rain.

Grandad! Oh.

ROSIE WAILS

I think your mum and dad might have bought you the wrong bike.

Cor. That's about 45 minutes now.

She can certainly cry, can't she?

Come on, Rosie, it was just a wee bump.

Em's still going to be working.

I think Rosie needs to walk round the block a few times.

Good idea. Come on, Ben.

CRYING CONTINUES

Sh.

So was it a good day? Mm.

Were you really well behaved?

Did you save all the chaos for home time? Mm. Yeah? Mm.

Mr Yates? Yes. Hi. Simon.

I'm Mrs Wilson, assistant head. Could I have a quick word?

Sure, of course.

One of the support staff was changing Rosie

and noticed some bruising.

Oh. So you got a hurtie?

She probably fell over in the playground.

It's fine, we know how hard she is to control

when she tears around like Wreck-It Ralph.

No, t-the the bruising was visible first thing this morning,

and there's no record of bruising on Friday,

so the bruising must've been sustained over the weekend. Right.

I guess we'll have to cut down on the boxercise, Rosie, eh? Raar!

Erm, where is the bruise?

I'm sorry, I've no idea what might've happened.

So are you saying you do not know how your daughter may have

sustained this bruising?

No. Erm...

The school has a duty to report any unexplained injuries.

Erm, is Abigail still here? I could just have a quick chat

with her, we could sort this out really quickly.

We have to send an incident report to the social services team,

and have a duty to inform parents that we have taken this action.

What, that?

Yeah, I mean, it's definitely bruised.

Well, yeah, that would've made it worse.

Well, I know I didn't hit her, obviously you didn't.

Maybe Grandad John gave her a cuddle.

Look, calm down. I'm sure they're just following the rules.

You weren't there, Em.

She was...she was so accusatory, the way she said it.

I mean, seriously, people who know nothing about this family

just can't wait to judge us,

and everything I do is out of love for that little girl.

Everything? It'd all stand up in court, then?

No, we're not doing parents' court now. So, Mr Yates...

No, don't do the voice.

..did you not last Thursday call your daughter

Darwin's Little Exception?

That was a joke. A joke?

I don't see anyone else in the court laughing, Mr Yates.

Maybe you had to "be there".

She had just poured Diet Coke in to the DVD player, so...

Seems you're getting a little aggressive, Mr Yates.

Please, just stick to the questions. You're under oath.

No, I'm not, I am not under oath.

NORMAL VOICE: Of course, scientifically,

Rosie's condition is consistent with Darwin's theory of random mutation.

Em, stop it, stop it. I-I'm serious, I'm a bit freaked out.

Daddy's being silly.

Where did you get those bruises, Rosie?

Have you got a hurtie? Yeah. Do you want a plaster? Yeah.

EMILY SIGHS

Oh, great, what's this? Show me on the hippo where Daddy smacked you?

Oh, does hippo need a plaster? Mm.

There we go.

Yeah.

Sorry I'm late, guys. Rosie.

Sorry, my, erm...

My daughter, Rosie, is severely mentally disabled, so...

Cough up. What?

I said you'd make it to 9.30 before bringing up Rosie,

but, in fairness to Barney, he went big.

Now I owe him a tenner. Fuck off, Barney!

We all know you can't have kids, right? Look at you -

he's probably ejaculating mayonnaise.

Sorry, Simon. Senior editorial.

All right, Si. Just making conversation.

So, what was the problem?

Getting her ready.

You know, just doing mentally...random disabled...stuff.

So, if I'm going to take you to the football this afternoon,

I won't have time to take Rosie to the zoo.

What does going to the zoo have to do with me?

Instead, why don't we go to the big park and you can come, too?

Jesus! No!

Why do I have to come?

Did you hear the bit about me taking you to the football? Yeah?

You need lots of fresh air -

I could do without the school reporting you for having rickets.

It's from social services. They want to come round on Tuesday.

Why? What's it say?

"In accordance with the Children's Act 1989, I'm writing to

"inform you...of an assessment of Rosie Anne Yates to determine

"whether it is necessary to implement a Section 47 order."

That sounds friendly. What does that mean?

Means that the social workers

are going to be investigating Mum and Dad's parenting.

Oh, finally.

They've never been bothered before.

I've never heard of this department - Vulnerable Children Unit.

"Our safeguarding team will also be assessing

"reports from Rosie Yates's school, and may request a medical

"examination from a GP or other appropriate medical professional."

Jesus Christ, Em.

"You may wish to contact

"the Independent Support Partnership for further advice and help."

What, in case we need a witness when the child catchers turn up?

What are you doing?

Erm, making a checklist to tell the social workers.

It's not the time, Ben.

Put your bloody shoes on and do what you're told. Right?

You're coming out, or you can forget about going to the football.

HE INHALES SHARPLY

Hi, I'm Rosie Yates's mum. Oh, yes, hello.

Yeah, I got a message - you wanted to see me sometime this week?

I only work two minutes away

and I fancied getting out of the office at lunch.

Yeah. Erm, Mrs Reid, the manager, was hoping for a chat.

Let's see if she's free. Great.

Thank you for coming in, Miss Henderson.

We wanted to talk about Rosie.

She's OK, isn't she? Yes, she's fine.

However, we've been having a lot of discussion within the team,

and I'm afraid that we've been finding it increasingly

challenging to meet Rosie's needs.

She can... I mean, she can be a handful sometimes.

We have a staffing model based on the older children requiring

a smaller staff-to-child ratio.

But with your daughter's specific needs,

she really requires the same attention as the younger children.

More, in fact.

Mm. Well, I mean, whatever the problem is, you know,

we can work with you...

I'm sorry, but, it's more complex than that.

She doesn't interact with the other children,

so we have to have one member of staff permanently looking after her.

Surely there's a way...

Like this morning, when we had drawing time, she can't sit with

the others. She's so mobile, we need constant vigilance for just her.

I'm sure you understand that we can't sustain this

level of support, and that you'll agree with us that the

best solution is for you to find alternative childcare for Rosie.

I don't know what to say.

Please, accept that we don't say this lightly.

It's just we don't think it's fair on the other children -

we have a responsibility to them, too.

She's only three. And it's not fair on Rosie.

We know you'll understand our point of view.

They say she can stay a few more weeks, you know, to give us

time to find other arrangements. That's big of them.

Is there no appeal? No, they've made up their minds.

Why try and persuade people who've already rejected you?

They gave me the number of someone at the local authority,

some early years special needs team.

Well, let's talk to them.

Yeah, but this is just going to keep coming up, again and again.

And I thought...I thought it'd moved on, Si. I thought

I was getting my life back. You know, I have spent

so long on looking after her -

physio, OT, speech therapy, portage, brain scans -

and I thought finally we were being like a normal family.

We are. Absolutely are.

This is just a setback, nothing more.

It's just, it's so unfair.

You know, I didn't ask to be the parent of a learning-disabled child.

You know, all this shit. Why can't people just cut us some slack?

You know? She's not that hard to manage.

Well, if I can manage it...

I mean, what is so great about your shitty, bog-standard nursery

that means that me and my daughter aren't good enough for you?

You know, the question people should ask every fucking day is,

what are you doing?

What are you doing to be good enough for Rosie?

Come here.

We'll get it sorted, OK?

Come on, Rosie, do your walking. I'm not in the mood.

I mean, maybe they're just doing their job, but, you know...

Oh, what job's that, admin for the Stasi?

The Stasi, yes, cos now we're on their radar.

We're on their grid, aren't we?

All right, Mulder, I don't think the deep state embedded

Mrs Wilson in Brooksdale special school.

She couldn't wait to fill out her special report.

We have got nothing to worry about, we've done nothing wrong.

Yeah, but it's just their in.

You think they'll just stop asking about the bruising?

Now you're being paranoid. Am I?

Miss Henderson, how many hours' screen time a day

is good for a learning-disabled child?

Don't be a barrister.

According to this, Rosie is exposed to her iPad six hours a day.

And a lot of that is looking at the alphabet.

Is it entirely appropriate for Rosie to masturbate in public?

See? If they want to find a problem, they'll find a problem.

Come on, Rosie.

But we can appeal the report. Oh, yeah, sure we can.

No, it says here... It says here we've got 15 days to appeal.

Oh, wow. And that doesn't sound like a bureaucratic nightmare to you?

And then, hurray, they get renamed Child A and Child B

and we get all our free time back.

Hang on, hang on - why are they taking Ben?

I'll go voluntarily. Maybe I'm being ridiculous.

Life is hard enough

without being judged by some po-faced civil servant.

Cos, you know what? As parents go, I do a pretty good job. We do. You do.

Come on, Rosie, you need to walk. You need to walk.

ROSIE FUSSES

That's a good girl.

Going on a lovely walk.

And this is all CC'd to the local authority.

I mean, they are the last people who should be lecturing us

about Rosie's safety. Can we go now?

ROSIE SQUEALS

Oh, no, Rosie. no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no. No roly-poly puddings, come on. Come on.

Come on. Come on, back up the hill.

I know, I know, I know, they'd be the most exciting

roly-poly pudding of all time, but you'll get really mucky.

And look, there's twigs and stones - you'd get hurt.

Roly-polies! That's where the bruising's from.

On her legs and back.

You think? Yes! Obvs.

Oh, well, that's good, because, for a tiny second,

I did think it was Mummy that was hurting you.

For a tiny second is all.

No! No more of this, come on.

You do not want any more hurties.

Well, at least we've got something to tell the Stasi.

ROSIE SQUEALS AND LAUGHS

Oh! Whoa!

Ah!

Rosie!

Oh, don't worry about me, Em!

Wait, Rosie!

Ooh. You all right, mate?

Rosie...roly-poly puddings. Ooh.

I think you've had quite the roly-poly pudding

yourself there, haven't you?

Is he all right? Yeah, he's just had a little fall, that's all.

Slippy, it's dangerous. Yeah, can't be too careful. Ellie?

Shall we calm down? Yeah?

Oh, Jesus, it hurts!

Yeah.

You might've broken your clavicle.

I did mine once, actually. Yeah.

Got spear-tackled by this bloke while I was playing fly-half at uni.

Ref didn't even award a penalty.

Unbelievable.

Look, look, it's Mr Tumbles.

ROSIE SQUEALS

I think I have to go to A&E. What?

So we can't go to football?

Oh, thanks, Dad. Thanks for ruining it again.

I'm in agony!

What do you mean again? When's this ever happened before? Oh!

ROSIE SQUEALS

No. No, Rosie.

We'll keep our school uniform on.

Don't you want to look nice? Nice for...

..Caroline?

You stay here, darling. You stay here.

Mummy's just going to do a quick tidy.

She not here yet?

Erm, no. No, no. She must be running late.

Surveillance truck probably stuck in traffic.

You don't think this room is a bit bare? Bare?

The walls. It looks like a holding cell on 24 Hours In Police Custody.

Well, when she smears poo on the walls

it's more like the Maze prison.

Do you think we should warm it up a bit? Put some pictures up?

She smashes them. Blu Tack some posters?

She eats them. But Ben's got loads. Like we love him more.

Should we put some of Ben's up in here?

I don't think posters of Jordan Henderson

and Metallica will help.

I think I might put some coffee on. Just before she gets here.

I think that's if you're selling a house, isn't it?

Anyway, Barney got investigated by the Inland Revenue last year,

and they're not allowed to accept inducements.

Guy wouldn't even take a cup of tea, so...

PHONE RINGS

Yeah, speaking. Oh. OK.

All right, we'll expect her then.

All right, yeah, bye.

She's gone to the wrong house.

Oh, the wrong house?

What, this is the woman who's supposed to be

forensically analysing our parenting?

For fuck's sake! Sorry.

No. No, no. Get it out of your system before she gets here.

No. No iPad. No.

No. No. Rosie.

DOORBELL RINGS

Miss Henderson. Hi. Emily.

Caroline. I'm so sorry I'm late,

they put an M rather than an N on your postcode.

Got there and figured you probably didn't live in a bunkhouse.

Really, really not.

Erm, I'm so sorry, but can I quickly use your loo? I'm busting for a wee.

Yeah, of course, of course, it's upstairs.

Sorry about the state of the house.

The house is lovely.

Can I get you a cup of tea? Oh, I'd love one.

I'm parched. Milk, no sugar. Thanks.

So I'm guessing you're Rosie?

Mama. Yes, that's your mummy.

How many words does she have now?

The last assessment I read was done quite a while ago.

Yeah, it has been a few years.

She has Mummy and Grandad.

Gaga.

Nex, of course.

All the best words.

Gaga.

Hiya. Hi, I'm Caroline.

That looks painful.

Yeah, broke my shoulder.

Well, I say I've broken it - she's to blame.

You should be investigating her for parent abuse,

not the other way round.

We were at the park... Has Em told you yet?

We can probably save you some time on the bruising.

It's because she does roly-polies.

Erm, like rolling down hills,

and we're thinking she must hit her legs and back on stones,

hence the bruising.

That's how I did my arm - I was trying to stop her. But, you know...

I don't know if you've got kids,

but doesn't matter how hard you try,

you cannot be everywhere all the time.

So, of course, I mean, do your own investigation

but that's what's causing the bruising.

All active kids get bruising, it's just normal.

Right. So why are we being singled out?

Well, Rosie doesn't have the capacity to self-report, so...

Sorry, social worker jargon. Erm, if there was any problem

Rosie would find it harder to tell anyone, that's why the school

have to tell us any safeguarding concern, however minor.

We got sent a letter.

Oh, God, did they send you the Death Star letter?

Pretty much, yeah. Yeah.

OK, well, it's my obligation to inform you under Section 4,

subsection C not to worry about it.

I don't know what experiences you've had in the past,

but, really, I'm here to help.

So I said, that is not a panini. There is only one of them,

therefore, that is a panino.

Well, he just looked blank and served the next customer.

Mm. You fancy another?

Erm, maybe not.

Oh, actually, Barney, I was hoping to have a quick word.

Well, I was only joking earlier.

I was late because I overslept. Em gets Rosie ready.

Erm, Barney, I've been a real arsehole.

Sorry, how far back are we going? Just the past few months.

Been a bit self-absorbed.

I just want to say...sorry.

Thank you, I appreciate that.

Where's my fuckin' apology?

Jesus, I don't have time to do everybody. I've got to get home.

Another cuppa, Caroline?

Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you.

I feel I've already taken up far too much of your evening.

Beer? We've got loads. I'm OK.

So, look, basically, it's my job from now on to make sure

we're all working together for you, and, of course, for Rosie.

Well, we'd do anything for our little princess.

I'd give her my kidneys. If I had to.

If that were absolutely hypothetical.

Erm, so, yeah, like I said, the first thing to do is write

a report about her more challenging physical behaviour,

see if we can get some funding for some weekend activity clubs?

Yeah, that would be so useful.

DOOR OPENS

Hey, guys.

Hi, sweetie, this is Caroline, the social worker. She's very nice.

Hi. So you wouldn't mind me showing her my list?

Homework. What have you got? Just an essay about the Nazis.

Ah, Hitler. Now he would've gassed Rosie.

Well, he would've tried.

Don't write that down. That won't look good read out in court,

and I am on a lot of very strong painkillers.

And you've got the direct line if you need anything.

Yes, thank you, Caroline. Lovely to meet you.

See you soon.

What a bitch.

OK, so, I'm David,

the borough lead for early years special educational needs funding.

This is a multi-agency meeting to discuss Rosie Yates.

Erm, Sue, our family support liaison officer's

still a couple of minutes away.

Erm, but if we'd like to start by going round the room.

I'm Alison, Rosie's speech and language therapist.

I'm Zahra, Rosie's physiotherapist.

I'm Sia from Portage Services.

I'm Emily, Rosie's mum.

Simon.

Good. So the reason for meeting today is to formulate

an action plan to ensure that Rosie gets the right support to

optimise her ability to make the most of the learning environment.

Zahra, if you'd like to go first.

I've been looking specifically at Rosie's gross motor skills

and how best we can safely support her in a nursery setting.

THUD

ROSIE WAILS

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. OK.

Erm, so, Rosie's physical milestones are delayed

relative to chronological age,

but she has started to walk, which is absolutely fantastic.

Sorry, sorry, do you need a couple of minutes?

Oh, no, this'll go on for hours.

Sh, sh, sh, sh.

Yeah, I can feed myself, I just can't cut it up.

Oh, do you want an alphabet song?

"Rosie is a much-loved member of her family.

"She is receptive to affection and during a home visit

"I observed Rosie enjoying many cuddles with her mum."

Oh, that's so sweet. What'd she say about me?

Erm, doesn't mention you. Really?

Let me see - I was being charming, we bonded.

Oh, have you got another hurtie?

Does hippo need another plaster?

Where does hippo need a plaster this time?

Aw. On his shoulder?

Aw. Oh, that's it.

Oh, you're so brave, hippo. So brave.

You don't whinge or complain at all,

even though you must be in so much pain.

WHISPERS: Good hippo.

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