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HE LAUGHS

Do we even know where she lives?

Trust me, mate, there's loads of first years up here.

Do you recognise anything, love?

-Woah.

-Woah. Woah.

It was her!

We don't know who she is. We found her in the union.

Don't worry, we'll sort it.

-We will!

-You better!

We? You're on your own, mate!

OK, well, make sure she gets home, and I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, mate. Have fun!

I'll get a mop.

What?

'Miss Hollins.'

Mrs Hollins. The temp hasn't shown up. Do you want me to cover?

Aww, what? Oh, that flaming agency, they're bloomin' useless.

Do you want me to cover?

You shouldn't, you're just there to input that software.

I mean cover until you get someone else in?

Oh, right, yes. Oh, good. Thank you.

And thought for the day, Miss Hollins -

be friendly and positive and people will be friendly and positive back.

-Lovely morning, Dr Cassidy.

-Is it?

-Morning, Julia.

-Karen.

-It's not working this end, Mum.

-Oh, ditto.

Hey, do you fancy a DVD and a takeaway tonight?

Ooh, yeah.

I'll phone his nibs.

Bye.

-Oh!

-It was an effort to get up this morning.

You're not kidding, mate.

I'll just grab my phone and my bag.

What? I couldn't find her room!

-It was either let her kip at mine or knock every door.

-So?

So I slept in the telly room - my back is killing me!

Hey! You let a complete stranger have your bed?

I can be a gentleman when I want to!

Beer's finally frazzled your brain, mate.

One new message.

Elaine, it's Oliver.

Just checking everything's OK with you, in the light of our conver...

While you two bawl your eyes out at some lame rom-com? No chance!

True, but someone will sub me.

Look, I've gotta go.

Are you all right?

I'm late for a tutorial.

But I don't know where I am.

-Which block are you looking for?

-Social work.

It's up that way and past the sports hall.

I don't know this side of campus.

Are you sure you're all right?

Do I know you?

Come on.

I went to the union bar.

I don't know what happened.

I've got a tutorial with Doctor Page, do you know her?

That's pretty nasty. You should really get it seen to.

Were you there last night?

Why don't I take you to the campus surgery?

Yeah?

Oh, good Lord!

End of term, they're all partying.

Louise Feeney?

Thank you.

Oh, post-traumatic shock, is it?

Well, she's got my sympathy.

That looks nasty.

What's your name?

She's a bit upset.

-It's Della.

-Della what?

Right. Later.

-Eh, where are you going?

-Things to do. Make sure she gets seen.

Bet you'll be back for the free takeaway, though.

Fast food with the dullest, most predictable family in the world,

versus some drinks with my mates...

Sorry about that. What's your surname?

Oh, hang on a minute. Not here!

Oh.

Well, well. Jack Hollins.

Hey.

Hey.

-I saw that girl earlier.

-Who?

The one who's probably decorated your walls with vomit!

Anyway, she's acting a bit weird.

Hungover, you mean? Gosh, she was wasted.

Yeah, hungover, but kind of upset.

Oh, no, not another needy type!

-Wish I hadn't helped her now.

-What?

Must have fallen out her pocket.

So, hand them in.

I can't, I've got med school in five.

Unless anyone else wants them?

All right, give them here, I've got a lecture up by her block.

Hey, look, Jack wants a go, lads!

Ah, joke!

Anyway, if you do see her, mate, just check she's all right, yeah?

She'll be more embarrassed than anything.

Oh, come on. I'll buy you a pint.

Just the one?

Fine, two.

-Deal.

-That's it.

-I'll see you later, mate.

-See you.

OK. Yeah, I'll do that.

OK. Bye.

Oh, Elaine, that was Oliver someone. Oliver Clarke?

He called earlier too, but I didn't get a chance to tell you. I'm sorry.

No rest for the wicked.

Suppose not.

Um, if Oliver phones again, do you mind saying I'm out?

I haven't got time to speak to him and I'm due at the Mill now.

No problem.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

It's me. Is that girl still there?

Della? No. She disappeared as soon as you left.

-Immie! I told you to get her seen.

-Er, don't blame me!

She took a look at the morning-after pill leaflet and then went.

-The what?

-You heard me.

So don't dump your one-night stands on me! Obviously, it wasn't the experience she'd hoped for.

-I didn't sleep with her, you silly cow, she fell over, and I helped her!

-Oh, really?

So, why the sudden interest in that leaflet?

Imogen, grow up. Not everything's about sex, you know.

Excuse me, where would I leave something for one of your students?

It's Della someone?

You dropped your keys.

Thank you.

Um, are you a student here?

Yeah, Jack Hollins. Third year law.

And you were with Della last night?

Well, I saw her.

Er, OK. So you were at the union bar?

Yeah.

-I've got a lecture to go to.

-Can you hang on a minute?

SHE WHISPERS INAUDIBLY

Della!

Do you know anything about this?

Sorry, I'd better go.

People think of depression and anxiety

being major mental health issues, but no-one thinks about anger, you know?

And where do we refer people with anger problems?

What do you think, Julia? We were talking about the Mill offering anger management for patients.

No, you were.

Erm, Karen do you know where that file is? Cos it's urgent now.

It's on reception. You asked me to mark in patient figures.

Oh, yeah, of course I did.

It'd be a valuable service for people with anger problems,

and there are loads of them.

CAR ALARM WAILS What the...?! Silly cow!

Ooh, anger management!

I'm really sorry, Kevin.

Were you on your phone or something?

I mean, were you even LOOKING?

-I wasn't on my phone, I just didn't see how close I was. I'm sorry.

-How could you not see my car?

-It's unmissable!

-Look, erm...

It's only a scratch.

-Only a scratch? Do you know how much this will cost?

-Not really.

Oh, this is great!

I'm going to have to get the insurance involved. Have you got your details?

You were looking for this?

-Oh, thanks.

-It was where I said.

Good.

Oh, poor Elaine.

Sorry?

Kevin's going mad at her.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm just busy and I've got to do this.

Who's going mad?

Never mind.

Hey, erm, the sandwich shop is doing a festive special.

Shall we give it a whirl?

Ah, thanks a lot, Karen. I can't. I've got to finish this. But thank you for doing these.

No probs.

Liam.

Can I have a word, mate?

What happened last night?

Eh? What you on about?

That girl, Della, she's freaking out.

Needy type, I told you. Don't worry about it.

What's this?

Who's that?

What was I supposed to do, mate? I couldn't fight her off.

Mate, she was paralytic.

Yeah, but she soon sobered up.

And anyway, mate,

I used a condom, so no harm done.

What did you say?

Oh, don't disappoint me, Jack. I'm not going to marry her!

Anyway, Dave wants her.

All right?

What do you want?

Is your knee OK? My sister said you didn't stick around at the surgery.

Yeah, I haven't got time.

-So you're OK, then?

-Am I OK?

Oh, I'm fine, I'm great.

I'm perfect. Thanks for asking.

Can I sit down?

I wondered what you remembered about last night.

Why the HELL do you care?

I've got no chance with this essay.

What do I remember? Not much.

Enough.

So you sobered up, then?

Oh, I wish I had. I really wish I had.

You know what?

Where I come from, people are nice.

You can trust them.

Not everyone's the same!

I've learnt that, 'aven't I?

Have you had your lunch?

What? Er, no.

I thought not.

If Mohammed won't go to the mountain...

Karen!

I knew I weren't ready.

To leave home?

To live on my own. To write stupid essays.

I were terrified my dad wouldn't cope without me.

Guess what? He's not the problem.

You get used to it.

I know. I know it's my own stupid fault.

I wouldn't say that.

What the hell did I expect?

Look, maybe you shouldn't have got so drunk, but you can't blame yourself.

Yeah, forget it.

Move on.

Well, it's not that easy.

I'm not telling you to forget it.

You should definitely talk to someone.

-Your tutor, maybe?

-When?

I've got 3,000 words to write by Friday

and I haven't finished the first sentence!

But why should I fail the module, cos of this...thing?

You might be able to get an extension.

I hadn't thought of that.

Talk to your tutor. Tell her what happened.

Yeah, I could say I'm ill.

It's best to tell the truth.

Yeah, I'll, I'll tell her I've got a sick bug.

Thanks.

Look, you should probably know that there's a video.

What?

There's a video of last night.

Della, you should really talk to someone.

SHE RUNS OFF >

I can't blame anybody but myself.

You were trying to do the best for your son.

Protect him, that's what mothers do. I can't stop myself!

I wasn't protecting him, was I?

I was covering up for him, making excuses for him,

helping him to hide his sordid little secret!

And now he hates me as well!

Yeah, but it wasn't you lying to Sally, was it?

You just didn't pass on the bad news,

cos you were trying to protect her and Chloe.

I really didn't want to get involved in this, you know.

I mean, it's not for me to tell my daughter-in-law what my stupid,

unfaithful son was up to.

It was for Patrick to come clean.

Hmm. He was never going to do that, was he?

No.

Oi, Jack!

Oi!

Where's my phone?

-Have you lost it?

-I want it back.

-Be more careful.

-Give it here. I've got lab in 10 minutes.

Come on!

Look, maybe you didn't have to, Jack,

but I worked hard to get here.

I got distinctions in all my modules.

I'm going to be the best surgeon there is.

I'm going to save people's lives, Jack.

What are you going to do?

You're sick.

She was all over me, mate!

I tried to fight her off, I did!

But then I thought, "You know what?

"Why not?"

She's a grown-up.

She was gagging for it, mate!

You should have seen her!

Don't even bother! Because I did see her! And I saw you taking care of her.

And I thought, "Liam's a really caring bloke, he'll make a fantastic doctor."

-That's what I thought.

-And I will.

-That's the point.

-No, that's not the point!

Look, if everything was fine last night,

why did you lie about it this morning?

Cos I know what a self-righteous old prat you are, Jack Hollins!

I mean, no offence!

You and me,

we were drunk too, remember?

We were wasted!

And you don't see me running to the cops about her, do you?

Oh, come on, Jack!

I was plastered. It was one mistake.

Give me a break.

So, you admit it was a mistake?

Jack, my dad will kill me if I mess up again.

Again?

What?

Oh, don't be stupid! Just give me my phone!

No.

I've got friends here, Jack.

People that'll stick up for me.

Well, then, you'd better find your phone.

You were there too!

Remember?

You know, I thought it was going to be so perfect.

This may sound daft,

but I've never actually had close family living nearby before.

I've never had them NOT nearby. It's overrated.

It's just, I was so looking forward to Chloe growing up, you know?

Be there for all those little moments, not just the big ones.

And it was actually going to happen.

So, if you hadn't said anything to Sal,

what would have been different?

Their marriage would be a mess, you'd still be feeling terrible.

Yeah, but it's about trust, isn't it, Karen?

Sally trusted me.

You know, me, of all people, I know what it's like to be betrayed by a husband.

I know the devastation that can cause. And there I was, lying to her.

You weren't lying to her, exactly.

Well, by omission, then.

Oh, give yourself a break, Julia. He's your son!

No. I broke her trust.

Not now!

Jack.

I thought you might be here.

Can he come in? Please?

Um. Er, of course. If that's what you want.

Whatever you decide to do, Della, that's entirely your decision.

But what you've described about last night...

that was rape.

Rape?

This man is an opportunist of the worst kind.

I think we should contact the police.

But it's my word against his and I were drunk!

Look, how could I go to court? They'd say I deserved it!

He'll trash me.

It's a horrible situation, I know, but you have to just...

I don't remember what happened, can't you understand?

Not all of it.

He was...heavy.

Squashing me and...

It were easier not to fight.

I can't bear it - stupid, stupid!

It's all right, come on, Della, deep breaths.

I'd like to refer you to student welfare and arrange some counselling, OK?

There were quite a few witnesses.

Me, the barman, er, a girl we passed.

We'd all testify how drunk you were.

And he'll say I sobered up.

Dr Page, all I want is an extension for my essay,

so this thing doesn't mess up my results.

Look, I can't focus at the moment.

Of course you can have an extension, Della.

But that's not the issue, here.

It is for me.

Do you know who this man is?

Liam Hunt.

-He's...sort of a friend.

-My dad will be devastated.

I helped him carry her from the bar.

-You helped him?

-I thought he was helping her.

I mean, the guy's going to be a doctor.

He's a medical student?

You mean, it's my word against some sharp med student?

Right, I'll contact the welfare team.

The thing is, there's not much any of us can do, unless you report it.

He might have done this before.

Something that he said.

For heaven's sake, Della, he's going to be a doctor!

Sorry, but we can't leave it there, surely?

You honestly think witnesses would be enough evidence?

OK, I'm not going to lie to you, there are no guarantees.

It still comes down to one person's word against another.

Actually, there is other evidence.

You've got to be kidding me!

You're barely conscious.

You seriously think I want everyone seeing that?

I'm sorry, that's too much.

You've known Sally for years.

Yeah, I've always liked her.

And she likes you?

Thought she did.

Then she'll calm down.

Not now, obviously.

Do you think so?

Don't you?

Well, we have known each other a long time.

So, she'll realise that Chloe needs her grandma

and that matters more than some argument about who knew what, when.

Oh, I do hope so.

Listen, it's takeaway night, chez Hollins.

Do you fancy it?

Thank you, but I've got to finish all this paperwork.

But I feel a lot better, honestly, thanks a lot, Karen.

It'll blow over, honestly.

Yeah, I know. Just got to be patient.

So, she gave you an extension?

Until after Christmas.

But I don't want to get too far behind.

Cos you'll get other assignments.

Well, this is cosy.

-Come on.

-Cooking up a story, so you don't fail your modules?

Leave her alone.

Well, they don't give extensions for hangovers, that's for sure.

You must have one hell of hangover, cos I know I have.

Ignore him. Come on.

Huh!

He's your best mate now, is he?

Well, I better warn you, love, he's a bit unreliable, is our Jack.

A bit disloyal.

First sign of trouble and he's switched over to the other side, isn't that right, Jack?

Do one.

Oh, I get it!

Except, she's not girlfriend material, mate.

It's all hassle and "poor me" and "everyone else's fault",

but she brings it on herself.

That's what you're going to tell your patients, is it?

After taking advantage of them.

And Della, as a social worker,

you'll have to clean up the mess that blokes like him make every day.

What? I have done nothing wrong.

You watch my lips, Jack.

No-one...got...hurt.

Police, please.

What?

I'd like to report a rape.

Have you called the insurance?

I'll do it in the morning.

First thing, please.

I want it sorted.

'Hi, this is Oliver Clarke. Please leave your message after the tone.'

PHONE BEEPS

It won't make any difference.

It's my word against his and I don't know

if I want to go through a whole court case.

He'll never be a doctor now.

True.

Hi, Mum, it's me. I vote for Chinese.

No, dull and predictable is good.

It's great.

Shall I pick up a DVD on my way?

OK. I'll see you in a bit.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Julia Parsons, can I help you?

Nardee?

Chloe! Hello, sweetie.

Nardee, I wanted to talk to you.'

Oh, darling, it is so good to hear your voice!

Why can't I see you any more?

It's not fair!

-Chloe, who are you talking to?

-It's Nardee.

-Sally, don't do this...

-Have you phoned her? That's very naughty!

-It's not her fault.

-Nardee?

-You do not speak to Nardee, OK?

Chloe?

Chloe?

Oh, Chloe!

The point is, Winnie...

-I have asked you not to call me that!

-Would you prefer Winifred?

You've planned this!

It's a concerted attack and you orchestrated it!

I didn't have to.

I would prefer Mrs Tembe.

There's no turning back.

It is her hormones.

-Very Jeremy Kyle, stepmother.

-I wish you wouldn't call me that!

Do you want to make an appointment or not?

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