Kevin encounters a young woman who wants her nightmares to stop, but what do they really mean? All hell breaks loose for the Hollins family when Jack's article is printed.
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This is the last bottle.
There's another fire.
The library, I think.
We should check for survivors.
-We can't stay here.
We need food. Drink.
-I'm going mad in here!
At least you're not alone!
Let me go!
You're not well.
I'll be OK. What?
I think there's a leak.
Stay here and we'll be all right.
No. You'll stay here with me!
I loved you. SHE GASPS
Ah, just like being at home.
-That's what they wanted.
-Not in a good way.
Will you sort this out? You're doing my head in.
We're fine, aren't we?
Big day tomorrow.
Immie's last exam?
No, I've got an ACA training day.
Oh, yeah, cos that's really important(!)
-Good luck with that, love.
I've got to go.
Can't you at least wait till everyone's finished eating?
I don't know where that boy gets his manners from.
What's that for?
It's for you, you daft sod.
Because everybody's treating you like the bad guy.
I'll bet that lot down at work haven't let up about it, have they?
Actually, they haven't been that bad.
A lot of them have had trouble with their kids.
They know what it's like.
Are you sure you're OK seeing patients unsupervised?
Any difficult conditions, what will you do?
Check the internet(!)
I'll come and find you.
Right, we'll see how the first one goes and we'll take it from there.
Tell me she's first.
Pretty, pretty, please.
Right, Mrs T, Tembe, who's my first patient?
He shoots, he scores.
Hi. Dr Kevin Tyler, but you can call me Kevin.
It is "Mrs"?
That's not a typo.
You can get married at 16, you know.
What can I do for you?
I want you to make my dreams stop.
No-one can stop dreams. You're having nightmares?
In them, it's the end of the world.
Everything's been destroyed,
but there's one room that's still safe. I'm there with my husband.
Then I stab him to death.
The pair of you have been having trouble in real life?
He's the kindest, sweetest, most wonderful man you could ever hope to meet.
-That wasn't the question.
-How long have you been having these dreams?
-About five days.
Always the same?
I've not slept properly. I can't concentrate on work.
-You're a student?
-I went mad.
Aren't you meant to read that before I come in?
Yeah, I'm just refreshing my memory.
It probably doesn't say "mad" on there.
It probably says "depression" or "anxiety".
Something like that.
So it does.
My parents died in a car accident.
I got sad.
It must happen every day.
Don't give me the pop psychology. Don't tell me it's all related.
-It probably is.
-I've already dealt with my parents dying.
That's a long process.
The dreams are nothing to do with them.
I'm the problem, don't you get it?
My husband is the only bright thing in my life,
and every night, I dream that I kill him.
I hate that about myself.
I want them to stop,
so, please, just give me something.
KNOCK ON DOOR
-You've got to get a proper office.
-This saves on overheads.
Doesn't your wife mind?
-She's remarkably tolerant.
-I can imagine.
So, let's see the article.
-Are you in for a treat!
You, Sir Jack of Letherbridge, are on the front page.
-Slow news week.
Let's see it.
My title was "Shoplifting: An Insider's View".
-I sexed it up for you.
-It was supposed to be anonymous!
I know! What's got two thumbs and knows how to write a snappy headline?
-She's going to go mad!
Oh, and some of the boys at the Letherbridge News saw it.
-They're going to use your article as the basis for a piece in the paper.
-Don't they need my permission?
Not a problem. I signed it over on your behalf.
No. No, no, no.
You bloody idiot!
Hey, this is life on the cutting edge of journalism.
-We could be like the guys who cracked Watergate.
-This is a disaster.
-How'd it go?
Well, apart from the fact I couldn't actually help her
because what she wanted was imposs.
OK, we need to talk.
If you're going to see patients alone, then you need to act responsibly.
I don't know what you mean.
She's married. At most, I was window shopping.
-You know we're not allowed to date patients.
-You're telling me you've never been tempted?
-No, I haven't.
Can I borrow a pen? Mine's run out.
Sure. Help yourself.
Cherry, you've got to help me. I've messed up.
-Imogen's here, if you want to talk to her?
-No. For her sake, please.
Who is it?
It's Jimmi. He's just checking how your revision's going.
I only saw him 20 minutes ago.
-What's she doing there?
-She's revising in the staff room like you suggested.
No TV, no distractions.
Listen, I wrote this article for the student paper.
It's been picked up by the Letherbridge News.
It's a sympathetic look at why people get involved in shoplifting.
I just wanted to explain that it's a complicated issue
which the police often get wrong.
It was supposed to be anonymous, but that didn't work out.
There was a misunderstanding on the title front too.
Why, what's it called?
I haven't seen the Letherbridge News.
But the student paper's called...
My Sister The Shoplifter.
You are a very naughty boy.
Get a room.
Not naughty in a good way.
You have to stop her seeing it.
How am I supposed to do that, Jimmi, darling?
Tie her up? You've got to help me. I don't want it to upset her.
I'll see what I can manage.
Everything all right?
Yeah, you know,
same old, same old.
There's another fire. The library, I think.
We can't stay here!
-Let me go!
I think there's a leak.
I loved you.
You didn't eat breakfast.
I've brought you a muffin spectacular.
ROBOTIC VOICE: She does not want muffin.
Does not compute.
Does not compute.
Give it here.
I'm fine, Paul, stop fussing.
Nobody has the same dream for more than five nights running.
I read that somewhere.
I promise you, from tonight onwards,
you won't dream about your parents' accident any more. Scout's honour.
We could go to Africa.
-Last day to apply. We could see the world.
-You want to?
-The parts that aren't hot or full of dangerous animals.
-Africa's probably not for you then.
I guess they don't have good Wi-Fi coverage either.
It's amazing how they survive.
The juggling club!
That's more like it. That'll put the spring back in your step.
I think I just need a bit of peace.
So I can enjoy my muffin.
I'm worried about you.
And I've a job to do.
Someone's got to sell these students their chocolate bars.
Indeedy. Very important.
Love you, Mrs Wroxham.
Love you, Mr Wroxham.
-So you're talking to me now?
-I'll take care of things at the campus
and I'll try to get to the Mill to make sure Karen doesn't find out.
I need you to make sure Rob doesn't read the Letherbridge News.
It's Jack's fault for writing the stupid article.
I've got to go.
I'll take those, thank you. Thanks.
Rob, can I have a word, please?
It's about, uh...
I've got this patient who is terrified of catching TB.
he's got an intense fear of badgers.
He's thinking of taking the law into his own hands.
I could do with talking to you about it, if...?
It's not really my strong point.
You know what, a little bit of badger knowledge goes a long way.
-Are you all right?
-I'm just going to go to the shop.
Oh, no, no! You shouldn't.
-You shouldn't disturb your studies.
-I can't concentrate without gum.
Well, you can't just go wandering off.
You're worse than my mum!
You asked me to help you. That's what I'm doing.
Get through tomorrow and you can have as much gum as you want,
but right now you need to get on with your work.
And you need to, um...
follow it round...round...
Are you OK?
Yeah, sorry, tired.
Follow it round there,
second left, and it'll be on your right.
OK. Thanks. Can I take this?
Oh, yeah, yeah. They're free.
Are you sure you're all right?
Last night I dreamt it was the end of the world.
Whatever happens today can't be as bad as that, eh?
Well, the end of the world might not be so bad.
-I wouldn't have to watch my waistline any more.
-Maybe it was a vision, not a dream.
In that case...
ROB SIGHS I'm having serious bouts of paranoia.
You'd think I'd be used to people talking behind my back here,
-but this time, I don't know what's going on. Do you know what's going on?
I'm going to the canteen. Coming?
I didn't know you were in today.
-I've just come to pick something up.
She did loads of work over the weekend. She'll be fine.
Erm, I need those.
Health and safety.
I'm afraid he has gone for lunch.
-You will have to come back later.
-OK, thank you.
Excuse me, young lady!
Nurse Malone may not be here
but she left me strict instructions.
Come on, I've been working for hours.
I want to get some fresh air.
Very well, but I expect you back here in half an hour.
ECHOING VOICE: Mrs Wroxham?
Have you taken something?
ECHOING HEARTBEAT CONTINUES
KNOCK ON DOOR
We're closed! Come back after lunch.
What's the matter?
Have you seen this?
There's another version in the Letherbridge News.
In the L...?!
I'll kill him!
Whoa! No more.
I need it.
It's the only way to stop the dreams.
-Oh, all right then.
Stay awake as long as you can.
How long do you think that is? This isn't the answer. Keep knocking back caffeine,
-you're going to hurt yourself.
-I don't care.
-I don't care! I hate my life. I'm worthless.
I'm sure that's not true.
I don't do anything useful.
I don't study any more,
I don't ever travel.
Is this how it's going to be from now on?
You're tired, not thinking straight.
I told you that, and you did nothing to help.
I can't stop you dreaming.
my lovely, sweet husband.
A grown man that asks for model robots for his birthday. I mean, how sweet is that?
He does so much for me
and I just kill him with the jackal.
The carved handle on the knife.
-Why a jackal?
-I don't know!
You selfish, thoughtless, little...
All right, I get the message.
Just when things couldn't get any worse,
along comes Jack pigging Hollins!
-Mum, please, leave it.
-She's got exams tomorrow!
The title wasn't my idea.
Which one? The one where you humiliate your dad,
-or where you disgrace this family?
-I'm sorry, all right?
-No, it's not all right!
It's far from all right!
I'm not going to go to my training day tomorrow.
I'm going to be there with you.
-When did they put it up?
-About five days ago.
When your dreams started.
Why that poster?
-Look, I'm trying to help you.
-Just leave it.
Why is that poster in your dreams? What are you trying to tell yourself?
I thought you were a doctor, not a psychiatrist.
It's a fair cop.
I didn't do well at psychology.
I did. Till they chucked me out.
It doesn't mean there aren't other things you can do with your life.
Charity work, doing something that matters.
Deadline's today. There's still time.
-Paul wouldn't fit in there.
But you would.
A few years ago, my life was perfect.
I had a lovely family,
I was at uni,
I'd married the school weirdo.
Every girl's dream.
He was lovely.
Not cocky and stupid like the others.
But now, everything else has gone.
There's just Paul.
He's the only bright thing left in my whole world.
-The only thing keeping you in it.
-You don't know what you're talking about.
-OK, so why not stay here?
You can carry on selling chocolate bars to students,
dream about escaping every night.
Nothing will ever change.
Go abroad. Paul will wait for you.
-I might come back a different person.
-That's kind of the point, isn't it?
I'm already a different person.
I don't want to be.
I want to live in that bubble where getting married at 16
was romantic and Paul was the funniest man alive.
How can I leave?
It would be the end of his world too.
Or the start of a new one for both of you,
one you can live in.
-Why are you telling me to do this?
-I'm not telling you to do anything.
I'm just practising my D-grade psychology on your dream.
How am I doing?
I have to go.
To cause the end of the world.
# Pushing through the market square
# So many mothers sighing
# News had just come over
# We had five years... #
Where is it? The paper.
# News guy wept and told us
# Earth was really dying
# Cried so much his face was wet
# Then I knew he was not lying
# I heard telephones, opera house favourite melodies
# I saw boys, toys electric irons and TVs
# My brain hurt like a warehouse It had no room to spare
# I had to cram so many things to store everything in there
# And all the fat-skinny people... #
HE IMITATES MACHINE-GUN FIRE AND EXPLOSIONS
# And all the tall-short people
# And all the nobody people
# And all the somebody people
-# I never thought I'd need so many people... #
# Girl my age went off her head
# Hit some tiny children
# And if the black hadn't have pulled her off
# I think she would have killed them
# A soldier with a broken arm
# Fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac
# Cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest
# And the queer threw up at the sight of that
# I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour
# Drinking milkshakes cold and long... #
Go on then, let rip.
Just say something.
It wasn't supposed to have my name on it.
And I didn't come up with the title.
But you did write the article.
This is humiliating, Jack.
For me and your sister.
How would you know? You haven't spoken to her for days.
-Don't push me.
You threw her out in the middle of her exams. What sort of father does that?
-Don't blame this on me!
-Someone had to stand up for her. You wouldn't.
-You call this standing up for her?!
-It backfired, but yes.
-I was trying to get you to see her point of view.
-That's an excuse.
I wasn't trying to hurt or humiliate anyone.
I didn't know what else to do because you won't let us deal with this like normal people.
-I didn't create this situation! It is not my fault!
You overreacted, like you're doing now!
It's no wonder everyone in this family is such a mess.
Who's my next victim?
We do not like to use that word around here, young man.
You haven't seen me.
Is he back yet?
Indeed he is.
He's not there.
Maybe I could take a message?
Just tell him I popped in.
And you are?
I'm sure he's told you all about me.
I'm his girlfriend.
-I could be there with you tomorrow, help you through your exam.
-I don't want you to miss your training.
I'll be fine.
It was just the shock.
I'm not going to let Jack Hollins mess things up for me.
That's the spirit. Are you sure?
Don't worry about me.
Oh, great, are you two going to kick off again?
No. Everything OK?
Yeah, it's fine, all sorted now. Bit of a hiccup,
but I confidently predict an exam triumph tomorrow.
Me too. Don't worry about the newspaper. Your dad'll calm down.
He was angry at Jack.
How am I supposed to concentrate with all this?
Imogen, it'll be fine.
No, I'll mess it up.
You've worked really hard.
I can't do this!
I'm not going!
Will you just let me go back to sleep?
Imogen, it's your last exam.
Think about your future.
I have no future!
He can't live without me,
and if he can't be with me, he's going to kill me!
Imogen, you're a thief and a liar and everyone knows it.
There's no hope for you. What's the point?
You two can stop putting on a sex show
in the middle of a public area.
It is disgraceful.
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Kevin encounters a young woman who wants her recurring nightmares to stop, but what do they really mean? When a supposedly anonymous article of Jack's is printed, all hell breaks loose for the Hollins family.