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The more we learn about DNA,
the more avenues there are for gene therapy.
-You were very articulate in there, Professor.
I've never done anything like that before.
So am I.
'Dear X, the only person I can talk to about you is you.'
-Is everything OK? No, it's not that girl, is it?
-If you're sleeping with her, you can tell me, you know.
What are we doing?
Remind me what it is you do again?
Well, you know, civil service.
Life's mysterious, which is a good thing.
It's a dummy camera.
-It's easy to tell the difference if you know what to look for.
-Oh, my God.
I just left my stuff in my office, won't take me a sec.
No, come on, George, don't be silly...
Get off me!
'Fear - that's what makes animals of us all.'
This programme contains some strong language
and scenes which some viewers may find upsetting from the start
'..you made me feel special.
'But I'm not special.
'I know what I am now...
'It turns out that all it really takes for your life and
'everything you thought about yourself to change for ever
'isn't love or passion.
'All it takes is one good, hard slap.'
'Are you playing it cool?
'Is everything OK?'
BIG BEN CHIMES
Did you know him?
Who was he?
He was at the party.
He works at the university and we do...
external exams, you know, panels together.
I've known him for about two years.
He couldn't have seemed more harmless.
You... You haven't got any marks on...? On your face or...?
He used the flat of his hand.
Like he knew what he was doing.
Have you got bruises anywhere else?
I've got finger bruises on my thighs from when he...
And I've got internal bruising.
And an anal tear.
I didn't fight back.
Listen, do you want me to get some people to take a statement from you?
No, a team that's used... Used to handling this sort of thing?
I can't make a statement, you know I can't.
If they take a swab...
Your semen will be on it.
Your semen will be on it as well as his.
You could... You could leave it for a bit.
They don't necessarily need forensic evidence to bring a prosecution.
I don't want you to.
I just needed to see you.
What about your husband?
Are you going to tell him?
-Won't it be obvious there's something wrong though?
I'll just be I'll. I'll...
I'll be ill for a few days.
Well, you're not hot.
It comes and goes.
Took a paracetamol.
How was Sunderland?
You don't have to exile yourself in here, you know.
I might be up in the night - you never get back to sleep.
Poor old thing.
Are you sure it's not just the hangover from hell?
Less of the "old".
I'll bring you a cuppa.
FOOTSTEPS AND DOOR SLAMS
What are you doing in my room?
Are you sure you don't want some toast or something?
I'm good, thanks.
It's OK, then?
Just for a bit?
Adam, love, this is your home.
You can stay as long as you like.
It's just a couple of days,
just to sort some stuff out.
Stuff to do with your music, or...?
Maybe I will make myself some toast.
You've reached Doctor Carmichael's phone.
I'm out of the office.
For urgent enquiries, please contact my assistant, Rupa Patel,
on extension 223.
The twisted little fuck.
You did the right thing.
Just cut off communication.
But log it somewhere, yeah?
Any attempt to contact you, just log it,
-just in case.
-In case of what?
Just in case.
He knows about us.
Maybe he saw me with a phone.
It's as though he smelled it on me...
Apple Tree Yard.
Did you tell him anything about me?
Did you mention my name?
No, of course not.
He doesn't know who you are, just that you exist.
We were talking, and I was quite pissed.
God, why was I so pissed?
Look, hey, listen.
None of this is your fault -
none of it.
What did he say?
I was talking about Gary and...
He said, "Is that why you're fucking someone else?"
-And that's when he...
..it's going to be OK.
You didn't sign up for this.
I signed up for you.
My signature dish.
Microwaved to perfection, if I may say.
I did try.
Oh, if you're not hungry, you're not hungry.
It's girl trouble.
He's talked to you?
Oh, a tiny bit. Just that really.
There's this girl.
It's not...whatshername, from the halfway house? Ellie?
No, I don't think so.
Von, don't go rushing in.
Oh, for God's sake, you think I don't know by now?
I've barely asked him a question.
I know it's hard.
Why don't you go back to bed, hmm?
You look like you're at death's door.
Listen, I've thought of something.
I've got someone that you can talk to about what happened -
I'm not sure I want to talk to anyone.
You wouldn't have to go to a police station.
It might just give you a clearer idea of your options.
Kevin should be able to advise you on reporting an incident like this.
We went up to his office to get his stuff.
We were both quite drunk by that stage.
And he tried to kiss me.
I wasn't really taking it seriously.
And he hit me...
..across the face, really hard.
That's all it took.
It just seemed to go on for a very long time.
I was too scared to move.
Did he...speak at all?
There were a few...instructions.
He said at one point...
He said, "Give me your mouth."
That's a terrible thing you've been through. I... I am so sorry.
Now, I'm just going to talk you through the process of
reporting the rape, yeah?
But I can give you contact details
for counsellors trained to help women
in a situation such as yourself.
No, I don't think that that...
Unfortunately, look, I'm not going to sugar-coat it, Dr Carmichael.
Being drunk will be a gift for the defence.
You spent the evening with this man.
At a party.
But you see where I'm going.
They'll try and frame it as a date rape type situation.
The first thing this bloke's solicitor will do, if he's charged,
is try to get anything he can on you.
Any... Anything you've told his client.
Any skeletons in the closet, as it were.
And they'll look at everything -
internet history, family, friends, colleagues -
anything they can get on your sexual history
that suggests you like it rough.
Any sex tapes or photos.
Well, there aren't any and I don't.
Will they go after my husband?
They will definitely want to know about the state of your marriage, yeah.
Did you tell your husband straightaway after the attack?
I... I couldn't. N-no.
What about mental illness?
Depression, anything like that?
Would that come up in court if I press charges?
If they're trying to discredit me?
Is there anything like that?
When I was eight, my mum committed suicide.
Well, probably exacerbated by post-natal depression.
She never really recovered.
SHE SIGHS And my son...
When he was 17, my son was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
Adam can't be part of this - he's fragile.
It's very unlikely your son's illness would be seen as relevant.
But once you've brought a complaint,
it's not up to you to decide what's used in court and what isn't.
Now, obviously, I can't tell you what to do.
But what I would say is, if you do decide to go ahead,
you need to report the attack to the police - today.
Otherwise, things that make this really very tricky to prove -
not going to the police, not telling your husband, no forensic evidence -
they could become...overwhelming.
I was the first person to qualify the Wedekind experiment.
I'm... I'm sorry, I've no idea what that means.
When I started protein sequencing,
we were pioneers.
There were no computers
and my team named genes as they were discovered,
and those are names that are going to be used for as long as science exists.
But if I...
If I take this to court...
God, it's a big if, isn't it?
Because it seems like it's all going to come out,
what we've been up to.
-Well, we... We've been really careful, you know.
Yeah, dummy camera.
So, OK, it goes to court and...
..the first thing anyone's going to know about me is that I was...
That George Selway attacked me.
Even if he goes to prison, that's who I am now - victim.
The world can be such a shitty place.
I thought you thought life's a boon.
It can be.
I'm sorry about your son.
Must have been really hard.
I'm really sorry, but I...
I don't think I can ever imagine having sex again.
-I, I wasn't...
-No, no, I know. I know, but...
Perhaps the reason for this wasn't it.
What's the point?
You've got your wife.
I've got Gary.
And now this.
No such word.
You were the first person to qualify the...
The Wedekind experiment.
I'm not sure that we should be in touch again.
I think it's wrong for both of us.
I'm really sorry.
whatever it was between us, it was never meant to bear much reality.
That was the point, wasn't it?
No real life.
No feelings, no mess.
But a steam might have helped, you know?
Have you been to the doctor?
There's no point, is there, for a virus?
Yeah, it'll just be a couple of weeks.
Anyway, you and Chris.
How come we always talk about me and we never talk about you?
OK, it was the sex.
It was great in the beginning.
Well, no, it wasn't.
It wasn't the best ever, but it showed promise.
And then I realised it was like a script...
Like rough stuff.
Anyway, it wasn't making me feel good about myself, so...
Plus, I spotted a pair of Crocs in his wardrobe
and I realised that I had to split up with him before the summer.
You'd think I'd have learned my lesson after Jay.
Me and men...
There are some truly awful men out there.
I know, I've dated most of them!
No, really monstrous.
-Is he treating you all right?
I'm sorry, I'm...
Fuck him...and his Crocs.
His fucking Crocs!
Hey. Nice evening?
You still look wobbly, love.
Are you sure you're feeling well enough to go back to work?
Can't stay away forever.
I'm going up.
Carrie says even smelling coffee at the moment makes her want to puke.
Hope the baby's OK.
Everything seems fine so far.
Most pregnancies are problem-free, especially at Carrie's age.
Ah, the voice of reason.
It's the closest I'll come, I suppose, to babies - being an uncle.
You don't know that. There's plenty of time.
Insight into my condition.
All the shrinks say I'm good on that, don't they?
It'd be a very bad idea for me to pass on my genes.
There's no evidence that it's genetic.
Anyway, it doesn't matter.
There's no danger of me passing on my genes - no-one wants them.
Dad says there's a girl you're interested in.
She's...so lovely, Mum.
Kind and funny.
She can even sing...
..like an angel.
How stupid was I to ever think she'd want to hook up
with a fuck-up like me?
There'll be someone for you.
You don't know that!
It's very easy for us to tell ourselves stories about people,
that they're perfect...
..but no-one is.
Not even you?
You've never talked about your work -
Official Secrets Act and all that -
but you've always encouraged me to talk about mine.
Enjoying the pleasure I take in it, I think.
Work's always been my refuge.
There are no more refuges for me.
No places of safety.
Bracing yourself for Marcia's killer martinis?
Two parts vodka, one part antifreeze.
It's nothing to do with football.
It's what these boys think they can get away with.
You're not gluten-free, I hope?
It looks like rice - it's orzo. Pasta.
I mean, oral sex - that's what I don't get.
How can you force someone to give you a blowjob?
I mean, wouldn't you just bite it off?
It's bad enough men peddling crap like that
without women making it worse.
I'm just saying.
Logistically, I'm surprised it doesn't happen.
This girl wasn't. She went back to his hotel room.
I mean, what was she expecting?
I don't know. Maybe that he'd show some consideration?
She'd be allowed to change her mind?
Maybe she did say yes to sex,
but she didn't mean yes to him assaulting her in every orifice,
roughing her up while he did it,
and his mates filming it on their phones.
If these girls are going to get so blind drunk they can't think straight, inevitably...
Well, maybe you're just too fucking complacent to think straight!
Er, your baby's really crying.
I'm sorry. You're lovely
and your house is lovely, and you give lovely dinner parties,
and everything in your world is lovely,
so you don't really have the imagination to see what it's like
when bad things happen,
just randomly, great torrents of shit descending on ordinary people.
So you're looking for who's to blame
cos that's less scary than facing up to the fact
that awful things can happen, even to someone as lovely as you,
really awful things.
Is this my fault?
You haven't been right for weeks.
about the business with Rosa.
No, it's not that.
Well, what, then?
I'm thinking of leaving the Beaufort.
I'm not enjoying it anymore.
It's really, really getting me down.
Since when? You never said.
I'll make up the money.
I've got consultancy work coming out of my ears.
It's not the money.
There's nowhere like it.
Is it something specific?
It's just been building up generally
and it exploded all over Marcia tonight.
I'll ring her in the morning to apologise.
I'm serious, Liz. I told you last week - no leaving do.
Let's have a drink when the dust has settled. I'll e-mail you some dates.
-I'll get it!
DOOR SLAMS I've got to go. All right, bye.
Mum? Are you OK?
So, the Beaufort.
Dad seems a bit confused about you leaving.
He's talked to you about it?
In his way.
He said something about your time of life,
as though resigning was like a symptom of menopause.
It just doesn't suit me anymore.
I needed a change of direction.
You're not going off trekking in Nepal, are you?
Or start having a wild affair?
Cos, you know, timing...
I just really like working from home and your dad's busier than ever,
so I can afford to take my foot off the pedal a bit.
Oh, yeah, this conference in Estonia - that's random!
You're not depressed, are you?
No. No, of course not.
I loved you touching me.
I can't imagine that ever again.
But I do still want you,
And it's terrible because it keeps me feeling.
And the only way I can see to get through this is to be numb.
I think about you every single day.
Most minutes of each day, if I'm honest.
This is what I cling to.
While you're off saving the free world, you think of me...
..because you saw me,
I really think you did...
and I saw you,
and that's a rare thing between two human beings.
I'm off, Von!
Well, knock 'em dead.
I thought he was leaving at the end of the month.
Oh, he's had a good run. He stayed longer than we thought.
Yeah, but not to say anything.
He mentioned to me last night he was thinking of heading back.
I presumed he meant at the end of the week.
What did I do?
Why does he find it so easy to talk to you
and bloody impossible to talk to me?
Hey, Adam loves you to bits, you know he does.
There's a thin line and all that.
CAR HORN HONKS
I have to go to the airport.
I hope it's fun.
I didn't think you were going to pick up.
I was just going to leave a message.
Has something happened? Are you all right?
SOBBING: It's George Selway -
he won't leave me alone.
He must have followed me to the hairdressers
and he just turned up in the shop near my house.
Wait, hang on - are you saying he's stalking you now?
I don't know, but...
He's been texting me and...
A few weeks ago, he sent me flowers.
I'm really sorry, I'm just blithering.
-I'm really, really scared.
-No, of course.
Look, all right. Look, I'm going to give you an address
and I need you to listen very carefully.
I don't have a pen. I haven't got a pen.
No, d-don't write it down, you've got a good memory.
Ready? It's 12 Merthyr Court.
That's M-E-R-T-H-Y-R, like the place in Wales.
Now, repeat that back to me.
-12 Merthyr Court, Chamberland Road, SE11.
I'll see you there tomorrow, as close to 2pm as I can make it.
We can talk properly there, all right?
Look, just don't put it in your phones, not even into maps, OK?
OK. Thank you.
Right, and are you going to be all right until then?
I'm not taking any risks.
Good. Don't. I'll see you tomorrow.
I'm really glad you called, Yvonne.
Say my name again.
We'll see each other tomorrow, all right? We'll be together.
I've got to go.
We're not talking boutique hotel, obviously.
A safe house.
I know you're not allowed to talk about what you do.
Do...? Do you want to take your coat off?
I'm not asleep.
But my arm is.
So what do you want to do?
Can't you warn him off for me?
Nothing would give me greater pleasure.
Well, almost nothing.
Don't tell me you wouldn't like to put the wind right up
that pathetic piece of shit.
Yeah, I would.
I want him to crap himself with fear.
I want him to feel...
..half as terrified as he made he feel.
I'm not really the one for that job, am I?
As far as I'm concerned, I...
I think he thinks he can do whatever he likes.
So it has to change.
I suppose you know people.
I'd like to see his face.
Got stuff to do.
How was it all? Estonia?
You should know...
The thing is, the conference...
Rosa came with me to the conference.
So you are sleeping with her.
I wasn't before. I didn't lie.
We never have sex.
So it's my fault?
I'm not trying to blame you.
It's an explanation.
Pretty standard midlife crisis stuff, I'm afraid.
The recycling place gets mobbed on a Saturday,
so we can talk about it when I get back.
You don't need me!
Is that what you think?
What are you going to say to him?
I thought I'd freestyle it.
Is there any such thing as a point of no return?
I used to think there wasn't.
Would the defendant please stand?
And then I met you.
You deserve everything you get!
Are you happy now you've destroyed our life?
Oh, you bitch! You evil bitch!