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It has long been recognized

that role playing offers a dynamic form of psychotherapy

which enables individuals to explore

their hidden emotions and deep rooted conflicts.

Are you reading that?

Hmm?

Are you reading that from the book?

Yeah, isn't it fascinating?

You think I'd know this stuff already.

Yeah.

Are you actually qualified?

Uh, excuse me, what do you think that is?

A diploma in hotel management.

From the Turkish Open University.

Good times.

Anyway, why do you think you should have

custody of the child

when your relationship is so clearly unstable?

-It isn't. -Trust me, this, not working.

What are you talking about?

We're great together.

Prepared to put it to the test?

-No. -Yes.

Yes.

Terrific.

Wait, no, you've got work today, haven't you?

So it will just be me and Judith alone.

Oh, dammit, that's so annoying.

It's all right, I'll get someone to cover for me.

No one's available, I checked.

I mean, what I mean is have you checked?

Chris could stand in for me.

Well, that is marvelous and unexpected news.

Sorry, I'm still--I'm not clear on how role play

is gonna help us.

Well, um, it says here that it allows people

to explore unresolved issues of conflict and distrust

within the safety of therapy.

I don't know, do you have any unresolved issues

of conflict or distrust?

He won't let me give a talk to his class.

We're not discussing this again.

You can't keep cutting me out of your life!

I need space to grow!

Oh...

So a few issues, then.

Maybe one or two.

I'm just living under a cloud of resentment

and constant shame.

You're ashamed of me?

Shouldn't be feeling that way, should he?

Wait a sec.

Uh, sadism, schizophrenia, ah, here we are, shame.

Let's have a look, shall we?

♪

Now, as you can see,

the breakdown in the upper left lateral incisor

requires urgent composite resin restoration.

Rubbish.

Did you want to say something, Shamila?

That is a clear case of acid erosion.

Excuse me, but the discoloration

on the palatal aspect

quite clearly supports my diagnosis.

Your diagnosis sucks.

How dare you?

Okay, let's wrap it up there, shall we?

That was great.

A round of applause for Dr. Pranesh.

(clapping)

Next up we have Marcus's dad.

Up you come, Tim.

Get in and get out.

They will eat your soul from the inside.

You watch a master at work.

Okay, let me hear you say "Yeah!"

You're supposed to-- you're not feeling that?

Okay, that's-- that's cool, coolio.

Um, all right, guys, a prize for the first person

who can guess what it is I do for a living.

Are you a dancer?

No.

You a drug dealer?

Uh, no.

You a vegetarian?

No, and that's not even a job, so...

Superman was a vegetarian.

Well, that wasn't his job though, was it?

Next.

Are you unemployed?

No, obviously not.

So why don't you know what you do?

Um, I do know.

What do you do?

You're meant to be guessing.

He is a dancer.

Oh for--

Okay, maybe put us out of our misery, Tim,

and tell us quickly what your job is.

Okay, fine, fine.

Okay, guys, I actually work for the Civil Service.

Sounds boring.

It's not boring.

Is that like being a waiter?

Look, okay, my job involves security.

Like a security guard?

It's nothing like a security guard.

Do you have a torch?

I am not a security guard.

Are you a nurse?

I'm loo--I just told you I work for the Civil Service!

I think he's a drug dealer.

This is ridiculous.

Great, well, fascinating stuff from Marcus's dad.

Thank you, Tim.

Whatever.

All right, so, Marcus, if you want to gather up your stuff,

you and your dad can go.

Go, go where?

To your office.

That's the point.

You come to school this morning

and then they spend the rest of the day with you at work.

No!

Uh, no, I mean, that girl before,

she didn't have to, um--

Forgot my probes.

Are we going or not?

Yeah.

Ooh.

Okay, well let's start exploring

the strength of your relationship

with you telling Philip how you feel about him.

Okay.

But, uh, I'd like you, Philip, to sit here.

Oh, okay.

This is nice.

Should I start?

Please, only I'd like you to direct your words at me.

Why?

Isn't it obvious?

N-no.

No?

Well, I can only assess the strength of your relationship

by observing it from the inside.

Is that what it says in your book?

Yes, probably.

I don't know.

That's fine, I completely respect your decision

and I'm sure Judith understands your mistrust

and willingness to forfeit custody.

Okay, fine, that's fine.

In your own time, please.

But before you start,

I've prepared some words for you to read.

(paper rustling)

You want me to read this?

Respect the process.

My darling, Philip--

Does it say Philip?

No, but I jus--

Just stick to the text.

"My darling, since I met you,

my heart has not stopped pounding."

Good.

How odd.

Go on.

"I ache--"

Uh, keeping it here.

Um, "I ache to feel your strong fingers upon my skin."

Excuse me, sorry--

Sh.

"How I long to feel your warm breath upon my lips.

♪

"I am ready to give myself to you

and consummate our love with this--"

I'm going out to lunch now.

Thank you, Barbara.

♪

You came to visit me.

Hmm, what?

Oh, yeah, sure, sure.

How is it?

It hurts.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, sorry about the old--

Accidents will happen.

Accidents.

Yeah, sure.

You want a mint?

Those aren't mints, sir.

Sort of are.

They're amphetamines.

Taste minty.

Okay, how many have you had?

I don't know two, maybe three.

Packets.

Sir, that is dangerous medication.

Ahh.

"High dosage may induce hallucinations and paranoia."

I think we should call the nurse.

Relax, do I seem any different?

No.

Or maybe that's what you want me to think.

And there it is.

♪

(children talking)

Sh.

Who's your teacher?

Mr. Quil.

Thank you, Miss Keen, I'll be taking this class.

Are you a teacher?

Am I a teacher?

Good day to you, madam.

Well, I'll be next door if you need--

I said, "Good day."

Right, my name is Mr. Pitt-Goddard.

And I am your worst nightmare.

♪

You're acting very strangely.

No, I'm not.

Oh, look at that.

What?

Oh, it's gone.

♪

Good morning, sir.

Get off!

What was that?

(banging)

-Tim? -Hmm?

They're everywhere.

Sta--

(banging)

-Stay alert. -Mm-hmm.

All right, you take care now.

All right, come out.

What on earth do you think you're doing?

Keep it down.

I will not keep it down!

How dare you?

Don't try and cozy up to me now you're feeling bad.

Oh, it's you.

Uh, okay, you remember-- you remember Caitlin?

Yes, hello.

Hello, Marcus.

Did you tell him we're MI5?

No, of course not.

If anyone sees him here, you'll get fired.

Oh, really, thank you.

I didn't have any choice.

So this is where you work?

Yes, well sort of.

Tim actually works upstairs.

No, on the--yes I do, on the sixth, maybe.

In fact, you should probably get up there right about now!

Why must I a--

♪

Put me down, this instant!

Hello.

I don't suppose you heard a child's voice?

-A child? -Mmm.

-Here? -Mmm.

-No. -No, good.

Good.

(elevator dinging)

Come on.

What a miserable office.

Let's go this way.

Can I help you?

Oh, um, I think I can find my desk, thank you, Jeff.

Who are you?

Ha ha ha, oh, that is so Jeff.

It's Roy.

Why don't you, um, go sit over there

and I will get us some drinks.

That's the boss's love child

and we are deporting him to the Ukraine this afternoon.

But why are you up here?

And who are you?

(laughing)

I have missed you.

How's the wife?

-Dead. -Right, really?

I'm sorry.

You want any--no?

What do you want?

Surprise me.

Do you want a peppermint--Leslie?

What are you doing in HR?

-The usual. -Which is?

Guess?

-No. -No, okay, fair point.

I need a form.

A form?

What are you look--

I love you.

What?

I love you, Leslie, I can't deny it any longer.

Your hair, your surprisingly rough skin.

Stop touching me.

Are you seriously saying

that you've never thought of us together?

Never.

Don't be afraid.

Get out.

-No! -What?

No--hold me.

(elevator ding)

Oh, why must love be so cruel?

I'm going to call security.

You're not on the same page?

No, oh well.

Can't be helped.

I'll never forget you!

How you feeling, sir?

Hmm?

Mmm, better.

Oh, just needed some rest.

There's a boy.

Uh, there's no one there, sir.

But...

I saw him.

♪

I saw him.

(children talking)

Will you stop pulling his hair?

Thank you.

I don't understand.

How can you not understand, Arthur,

I've explained it to you five times.

Sir, he's doing it again.

Oliver, stop copying Sadie!

If a man rows at eight miles an hour

for one hour,

how far has he gone?

Ipswich?

What?

Colchester.

Look, it's a hypothetical journey.

Oh, I see.

Do you?

No.

Sorry.

Is it Sudbury?

Marcus.

♪

Marcus?

♪

Marcus?

Marcus-- hey, how's it going?

♪

Marcus?

Marcus?

Marcus?

♪

I wasn't, I didn't--

♪

Marcus?

Marcus?

♪

Ah.

I'm scared, Tim.

What are you doing?

I'm ready to tell you my secret now.

Well, I would love to stay and chat,

but I--

I see little people.

What?

I saw a boy.

-Really? -Yeah.

Really.

I think he's the devil.

Yeah, no, I've heard that before.

Did you happen to see where he went?

That way.

Don't leave me.

No, no, no, stay with me.

Stay with me.

(metal rattling)

Just until I fall asleep.

(creaking)

Okay.

♪

Are you sure about this, it doesn't feel right.

It's in the book.

Let me see.

I couldn't see anything.

Is that because you don't want to see it?

No.

Followed by denial, interesting.

Says here that a couple can only truly test

the integrity of their relationship

by experiencing the pain of separation

by you and I humping like drug-crazed love gods.

It says that?

I'm paraphrasing.

But it's just acting.

Absolutely.

Just acting, just very intense method acting.

Poor Philip.

Trust the process, Judith.

But we don't need that putting us off, do we?

♪

Marcus.

♪

Gotcha.

Freeze!

Funny story, actually.

Well done.

You're the one who wandered off.

So where the hell are we?

I don't know.

I've never been in this part of the building before.

(door opening)

So, what have we got here?

Okay, I can explain.

Quiet.

What's your name?

Marcus.

How old are you, Marcus?

I'm 10 and a half.

(speaking Russian)

Ah, so you do speak Russian.

Of course I speak Russian.

Because you're a Russian spy.

Because I'm a member of the global community

and I will not be saying another word

without my lawyer present.

He's feisty for a ten-year-old.

I'm 10 and a half.

I really think I can explain.

Could I just have a quick word in private?

Listen, I am one of you guys.

My sexual orientation has got nothing to do with this.

What, no?

I mean, I'm an MI5 agent.

Look, I have ID.

Well, at least you're not one of those MI6 losers.

MI6 arses.

Yeah, I'm MI6.

Right.

Did the Kremlin really think

that they could infiltrate the security services

with a boy and this pathetic fake ID?

I'm--it's not fake.

Look, contact my boss.

He'll confirm my identity.

Okay, what's his name?

The Examiner.

His real name.

I--I've no idea.

What a surprise.

Call him, call him.

His extension is--

1515.

(phone ringing)

Is this The Examiner?

No.

Do you know a Tim Elliot?

No.

There's a boy down here,

do you know anything about that?

No, señor, I no understand, okay, buenas noches.

♪

What'd he say?

Make yourself comfortable.

You're gonna be here for some time.

(knocking)

How you feeling?

(gunshot)

Come on!

♪

Please stop, please stop, please stop.

Please stop, please stop.

Don't let them hurt me.

It's okay, it's me, Susan.

Susan.

It's gonna be okay.

Sorry.

Sh, now.

They're so cruel.

I know.

You stay there.

(commotion)

Quiet!

♪

Oh, my God, oh yes, like that.

That feels incredible!

You're amazing.

I'm crazy about you.

Your robe better not open again.

I love you.

I'm serious.

Kiss me.

How long do we have to do this?

Kiss me!

(scream)

(glass shattering)

Take your--take your stinking paws off her,

you damn dirty ape.

My what?

Philip, oh my God.

Are you okay?

Well, that-that did--

that did hurt, actually.

Oh, my God, I can't believe you did that for me.

Seriously, a lot-- lot of pain here.

Sorry.

I have to hand it to you, Owen,

your methods really do work.

This is the strongest we've ever been.

Terrific.

Where does it hurt?

Only my entire body.

Even here?

Yes, ow.

I'll have a chicken burger and a diet Coke.

Do you guys want anything?

Robe.

Oh, sorry.

♪

You're very quiet.

It's okay to be scared.

Are you scared?

All the time.

Mostly of you.

Tim, are you a spy?

(plastic bouncing off floor)

What?

Why on Earth would you say that?

Because they're accusing us of espionage.

Oh, right, well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Marcus,

but, um, no I am not a spy.

I do data entry.

Why, you think I could be a spy?

No.

Spies are brave.

Hey, I'm brave.

Whatever.

Damn, I had a cello lesson at five.

Well, you will make that class.

♪

When I tell you, I want you to close your eyes.

What are you gonna do?

No, just do as I say, you understand me?

(door opening)

♪

Well, we can't find you on any of our watch lists.

But that doesn't mean you're not spies.

It's funny, I've never had to, uh,

to soften up a ten-year-old before.

♪

He's ten and a half.

♪

Give me your hand.

Don't open your eyes.

Call me.

♪

Thanks again for a wonderful day.

Can we move on, please?

Come on, don't be modest.

How was your day, Marcus?

It was okay.

Boring, I bet.

I've had worse.

Is, um, he gonna be okay?

I've given him a sedative.

Should be okay by morning.

Quiet!

♪