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What are you doing?

You can't leave that here!

Reuben, I called you last night. Where were you?

Reuben, look at me when I'm talking to you. Why didn't you come home?

That's my business.

Wherever you stole this stuff from, I want you to take it back.

-I mean it!

-Or what?! You'll call the police?!

Go on! The phone's right there!

That's what I thought.

We'll be back for it in a couple of days, yeah?

If anyone comes knocking, I'll know who to blame, you get me?

Baby.

There's breast milk in the fridge.

It should be more than enough, but if not you can give me a call.

He didn't sleep much last night, so I've left him alone for now.

But not more than half an hour,

because if he sleeps more than 9:30, then the whole routine goes to pot.

-We need to talk.

-Not now. I'll give you a call at lunch time.

I'm handing in my notice.

"There's no such thing as penis envy.

"As lesbians we reject the phallus altogether.

"It is no longer a thing to measure ourselves by!

"And let's face it girls, there's not usually much to measure!"

THEY LAUGH

Woah! Steady!

Well, if it isn't our very own Germaine Greer!

-You've all seen it then?

-We've decided, we want to be lesbians too.

-Yeah! Why should you have all the fun?

-We already like girls,

so I reckon we're half way there.

-Do me a favour and bin that.

-No way! We should frame that.

That photo makes me look like Herman Munster.

No, that's flattering.

-See, that's how you look now.

-What's going on?

Freya's had her interview published.

You're really causing a stir these days, aren't you?

It's just a local rag. Nobody reads it.

I presume it's a pay rise you want. Will a cheque do?

-Or would you prefer a pound of flesh?

-I'm not asking for a raise.

-No, of course not!

-Stick your money, that's not what this is about.

-Excuse me?!

-We just haven't clicked here.

And I think it's best for all concerned if I moved on.

I'm happy to work my month's notice until you find a replacement.

Oh, no! Since you haven't "clicked" with Joe,

what makes you think I want you anywhere near him?!

Joe isn't the problem. You are.

You're the worst employer I've ever had.

I've tried to be patient with you, but quite frankly you're impossible.

You're rude. You're demanding.

You draw up this robotic regime for me to follow and then you

-still breathe down my neck all day long.

-That is just ridiculous!

Is it?! So you didn't plant a Nanny Cam in here so you could spy on me?

-I didn't know you knew about that.

-Yeah, well, I did.

And if I had any sense I would've walked out right then and there.

-So why didn't you?

-Because believe it or not,

I actually care about the little boy upstairs.

I thought I might be able to stay and do him some good.

That is all very touching, but Joe is perfectly well cared for,

-thank you very much, so you can just go.

-Gladly!

Don't think I'll be begging for you to come back!

You know, I'll find another job, and you'll find another nanny,

and the pair of us, we'll be just fine.

But the person I really feel sorry for is Joe.

Because he's still going to have a TOTAL control freak of a mother,

and I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Thanks for coming in, Miss Johnson.

I was contacted by the Oncology Department at St Phil's.

They tell me you've missed two follow-up appointments.

They're very keen to discuss the results of your biopsy.

It's cancer, isn't it?

Lymphoma. It's a form of cancer.

-I know what it is.

-I'm sorry it's not better news.

But on the upside, they've caught it early.

With your age and general fitness there's every chance

-you'll make a full recovery.

-How long?

Well your oncologist will know more but in my experience,

if the treatment goes well, you could be in remission within a year.

No, I mean how long do I have if I don't want treatment?

If left to spread it could be very rapid.

But there's no chance of that, with a combination of radio

-and chemotherapy...

-No.

If it's my time to die then so be it.

That's fine. Will you take a seat, please?

-PHONE RINGS

-Mill Health Centre.

-Julia, hi, it's me. Listen, I can't come in today.

-Why, what's happened?

-SHE SIGHS

-My nanny quit this morning.

Can you believe it? She has left me completely in the lurch

and she didn't even have the decency to work out her notice!

-She must've had her reasons!

-What's that supposed to mean?!

It means, Zara, that maybe the reason your nanny quit

was because of you?

I have shown NOTHING but patience

and good grace towards that jumped-up, Antipodean harpy!

-Wow, I can't think why she didn't stick around longer.

-Daniel!

Yeah. I knew you'd drive her away eventually.

-SHE SCOFFS

-Charming! Why does everyone just assume this is my fault.

-Well, isn't it?!

-If you must know, her mother is ill,

and she has to fly back to Australia tonight to be with her.

-Oh.

-Oh(!)

I didn't tell Julia because I respected Aliona's privacy.

But I expected you at least to give me the benefit of the doubt.

Yes, OK, I'm sorry. I'm just disappointed, that's all,

she was perfect. She loved Joe. She was friendly. Dependable.

Yeah, yeah, really dependable(!)

Look, trust me I will have found someone 10 times better than Aliona

before the day is out. You'll see.

SHE HANGS UP

Mr Kline, come through...

JULIA SIGHS

Miss Johnson, I know chemotherapy is far from pleasant,

but letting lymphoma take its course makes no sense at all.

I'll need something for the pain. Can I get that from you?

Yes, of course. I'll help you in any way I can.

I just wish I understood your reasons.

Will you at least contact the Oncology Department?

If you know more about the treatment,

you might not be so daunted.

I'm not scared of the cure, I just don't want it.

It says you were prescribed anti-depressants last year.

-Is there anything you'd like to talk about?

-Not really.

To a counsellor then? I could refer you.

Dr Tyler, I appreciate your concern,

but all I want from you is pain relief.

Or something to end the pain altogether?

I'm not looking for an easy way out.

Take more time to think about this. This is a big decision

and I'm not sure you're in the right state of mind just now.

I've had more than enough time to prepare. I've made up my mind!

I'll give you a small amount for now.

If you need a repeat prescription, or if the pain intensifies,

you come and see me.

It's the best I can do.

Thank you, Dr Tyler.

HIP-HOP CD PLAYS

I'm telling you she was fit, man! She was wearing like,

-you know them tight little white shorts they wear?

-Hot pants.

Never mind hot pants, bro, these were scorching!

There's like flames coming out of them tings!

-Reuben, can I talk to you?

-What?

-I need to talk to you.

-Did you hear something?

-I didn't hear nothing, bro.

HE TURNS UP THE MUSIC

SHE TURNS THE MUSIC OFF

We was leaving anyway.

Atmosphere in here stinks.

Julia.

About the article in Letherbridge Life, I hope you know

-how committed I am to my job here.

-Of course.

But what with the exam results, and now the focus on the blog,

-I don't want you to think...

-Freya,

it's good that you have a life outside work, I think you should.

-But it mustn't interfere, OK?

-It won't. I promise.

From now on my first responsibility is being a good doctor.

-I appreciate that.

-Julia, I've got to go. I'm following

something up with a patient. Not sure how long I'll be.

Kevin, you've got patients here!

I wouldn't go if it wasn't important. Sorry.

JULIA SIGHS

-First Zara and now Kevin.

-I can cover for him.

-I'm just doing paperwork.

-That'd be great, thanks.

OK, who's next?

-How are you?

-Fine.

-You look a little feverish.

-What do you want?

About the treatment.

Look, it's not too late for you to have it, but it soon will be!

Look you've done your job. You've given me all the facts.

If I change my mind, I'll make an appointment at St Phil's, I promise.

That's a nice frame.

-They your sons?

-Yeah.

I imagine they'll be pretty upset

when they find out about your decision.

Deon's dead. And Reuben doesn't need to know.

He'll know soon enough, won't he? When he has to watch his mum die.

I'm sorry about the loss of your son.

-Oldest or youngest?

-Oldest.

-He was 18.

-So this was...?

-Last year.

That must've been devastating.

Type of thing that makes a person want to give up on life.

-I know what you're trying to do.

-I'm just trying to understand.

If this has something to do with the loss of your son!

I lost Deon long before he died. He was in prison for armed robbery.

Now if you don't mind, we have nothing more to talk about.

I just want you to go!

I take it this doesn't belong to you.

Yeah, that's fine. OK. Bye.

-Hello, can I help?

-Yes.

I was wondering if I could get an appointment to see Dr Wilson.

-OK. What's the name?

-Natasha Wright.

Dr Wilson's with a patient at the moment.

-Dr Granger's free if that's any good?

-Actually I'd prefer Ms Wilson.

-She might be a while.

-I'm happy to wait.

-OK well, take a seat, Miss Wright.

-Thank you.

-You can't call the police. It'll look like I turned them in.

-Who?

-Deon's friends. Reuben runs with them now.

-So Reuben's involved!

He's a good boy. He's just trying to live up to his brother.

You're doing Reuben no favours by covering for him!

I'll straighten him out. I just need to get through to him.

Telling him you're ill might be a good place to start.

So to sum up, I want someone highly qualified,

preferably a graduate with a grasp of child psychology,

but not a know-it-all. Someone who is easy to get along with.

And definitely not Australian.

Do you have anyone like that on your books?

'Scuse me.

There's a charge for passing through here, Blud, everyone knows that.

-HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY Here we go.

-Give us your wallet.

And what if I say no?

Oh, right! Three against one.

Very brave. Yeah? Let's see how brave you are, eh!

All right, calm down.

-He's scared now, innit? Where's all your chat now?

-OK, you win!

I'm just trying to get my wallet!

-A fiver?

-A fiver?!

Is that all you got? Search him.

You think you're clever? Well, you ain't clever,

cos now it's payback time.

BANG!

-Next time you won't get off so easy!

-THEY LAUGH

Reuben!

-The flash ones are always tight, man.

-He knew me!

-Eh?

He knew my name! He's gonna report me!

-Nah, man, he ain't gonna do nothing. He was bricking it.

-Yeah, so was I!

-Where'd you get a piece from?!

-Relax, bro, it's a fake.

-Oh, my days, did you see his face though?

-THEY LAUGH

Nah, keep it.

You earned it. Be back here for three, yeah?

-We're going to take a ride.

-Where?!

I've just been mugged by your son!

-It couldn't have been.

-It was Reuben and two of his mates!

I'm sorry, I need to use your phone, they took mine!

-HE DIALS

-'Emergency, which service?'

Yes? Police.

You're not going stop me reporting this.

-I called the police on Deon and I lost him.

-You turned him in?

He used me as an alibi.

I thought if I told the truth... I just wanted him to stop.

-He was destroying our family.

-What happened?

He hung himself in his cell.

It wasn't your fault.

-You were trying to help him.

-I betrayed him.

I know you're trying to help Reuben. But it's too late for that!

-He's not some harmless kid any more, they had a gun!

-No. You're wrong.

It was pointed right at me.

Yo, chill. Can't you tell when a gun's fake?

-How do you mean depressed?

-I cry all the time.

-Sometimes it's a struggle just to get out of bed.

-OK.

Is anything happening in your life at the moment

that could be making you unhappy?

Natasha, you can talk to me. It's OK.

Anything you say in here is strictly confidential.

I'm feeling...confused.

-About who I am.

-How do you mean?

Sexually. And I know you of all people will understand.

-Why?

-Because you're Freya Wilson.

How about an apology?

-Nobody's talking to you.

-Hey! Show some respect to your mother.

-Respect?! Round here it's earned, yeah?

-Yeah?!

And that's what you're doing, is it? Intimidating people! Robbing them?!

-Making a name for yourself?!

-Maybe.

Let me tell you something! You might think you're tough cos you've got

hard mates, but a kid like you ain't going to last two minutes inside.

I ain't scared. Call the cops if you want to.

-You can't prove you were mugged anyway.

-Yeah?!

And what about this stuff then?!

You might be able to guilt trip your Mum into keeping quiet,

but I don't give a toss about you, mate!

As far as I'm concerned, they can throw away the key. SHE WINCES

Hey, hey.

-What's wrong with her?

-Your stomach's distended.

-You need to go to hospital!

-No.

-Look, I know you're a doctor.

Just tell me what's wrong with her!

It's cancer.

Are you gonna die?

Yeah.

Reuben!

Gloria? Gloria? Can you hear me?

-'Emergency, which service?'

-Yes, ambulance please.

OK. Erm... Tell me why you're feeling confused?

I've had a lot of friendships with women that have been

kind of intense. But that's all they were, friendships.

-I've always been attracted to men.

-So what's changed?

There's this woman. I've started to develop feelings about her

that I didn't think were possible. I'm crazy about her.

That's good thing, isn't it?

How can I suddenly be a lesbian after all this time?

I mean it doesn't make any sense.

If you're still attracted to men, then you're probably not a lesbian.

-Probably bisexual.

-How do you know?

It's perfectly healthy and natural to experiment with your sexuality.

It's not about the gender of the person you're with,

it's about whether you're right for each another.

You say in your blog that bisexuals are lucky,

because it gives you more choice.

-But then you say it's not a choice to be gay.

-Cos it isn't.

-But if you can choose to live a normal heterosexual life...

-OK,

I'm not happy with the way you're using "normal" in THAT context.

The truth is, you could just as easily be with a man.

But you don't want that, do you? Because then you wouldn't be

-the centre of attention.

-OK, I think this is getting a bit personal.

Oh, it's personal all right!

You're advertising a sinful life to thousands of women

out of pure vanity and indulgence.

Well, I'm here to say this will not go unpunished.

-Who do you think you are?

-A messenger. From Jesus!

-You should go with her.

-What, so I can hold her hand when she dies?

Who was there for Deon?

When you searched me before, you didn't take my keys.

-I know you found them, but you left them in my pocket.

-So?

So, I'm thinking you didn't nick my car for one of two reasons.

To avoid trouble, or to cut me some slack.

Either way it goes to show you're not a complete waste of space.

You don't know the first thing about me, man.

I know what it's like to grow up in a place like this.

-Hey, I'm from Greenford, Blud.

-You never ran with no Greenford gang.

No, I'm not a complete idiot. Couple of mates did though.

I still see them from time to time. Sad really. In and out of prison.

Can't hold a job.

-Can always reminisce about the good old days though, yeah?

-I gotta go.

Come with me to the hospital.

You can't punish her for ever!

"For even their women did change the natural use into that which

-"is against nature"! Romans one, verse 26.

-Er, excuse me!

"Do not be deceived, neither fornicators, nor idolaters,

"nor adulterers, nor effeminate shall inherit the Kingdom of God"

Corinthians six, verse nine.

-No-one here's interested in your bigotry, OK.

-What's going on?

-Julia...

-Freya Wilson is peddling Satan's evil to gain fame and money.

But her 30 pieces of silver will be cold comfort in hell!

-OK, that's enough. I need you to leave.

-You should be

more careful who you employ.

You can throw me out of here. But someday I'll be allowed into Heaven.

Will you?

If you're there, I hope not.

Don't bookies have panic alarms?

They're like silent, you don't even know they've gone off.

No-one's gonna be a hero, Blud. Not if they wanna keep their teeth.

-I don't know, man.

-Just stick to the plan yeah? You guard the door.

TJ bags the cash. I'll handle the rest.

-What's up with you today, bro?!

-Nothing!

-It's my Mum.

-Your Mum?!

She's got cancer. She's gonna die.

THEY LAUGH

-It's not funny!

-It's what she deserves!

You know it same as everyone else, yeah? Me and TJ,

-we're your family now, yeah?

-Yeah, Blud.

So put that on, and let's do this! For Deon!

Reuben?

It's me.

-I told you not to bring me here.

-They just ran a few tests.

Discharge yourself if you want,

but you have a build up of fluid in your stomach.

-At least let them treat you.

-I said no treatment.

They won't treat the cancer, not without your consent.

Wait, wait, hold on. You said you were gonna die.

Oh, baby.

No, answer me.

Is there still a chance you could survive?

-Yes.

-I don't believe this.

Isn't it bad enough Deon gave up on life?! Now you're doing the same!

Look, I know I've been angry with you, Mum. And I'm sorry.

I was just looking for someone to blame.

What happened to, Deon...

-GUNSHOT

-He put himself in prison. I know that now...

No! Jay! No, Bruv!

..and I promise you, I'm not gonna follow him there.

Jay, bruv! Jay!

SIRENS

I'll walk away from that life, Mum, but it won't be easy.

I'm gonna need you there, keeping me on the straight and narrow.

-Promise me you'll fight this.

-I'll fight.

-We'll keep each other strong, yeah?

-Yeah.

-Hi.

-Well today was a complete waste of time!

I must've phoned a hundred agencies.

Apparently there's not a single possible suitable nanny available

in the whole of Letherbridge!

-OK, just you sit down?

-What are we gonna do, Daniel?!

I can't just keep taking days off work. Damn Aliona!

I mean... You know what I mean.

Look, maybe this isn't the disaster we think it is.

OK? Maybe this is more of an opportunity.

I've been thinking about spending more time with Joe.

-Why don't I just take a few weeks leave?

-Are you serious?

-Why not?

I can be a house husband for while. How hard can it be?

-What are we doing with these?

-That's a brilliant idea!

Why didn't I think of it myself!

-Of course, we'll have to talk to Julia first.

-Yes, of course.

-Where's my list of instructions?

-Instructions?

-Aha.

I wrote them out for Aliona, to help her stick to the designated routine.

You know, play times, bath times, nap times.

Variation of activities to stimulate cognitive function,

interpersonal skills, that sort of thing.

Don't worry, we'll go through it all one by one before

you're left on your own with him. OK, number one, baby massage.

Either before his naptime and, or after a nappy change.

It improves flexibility and circulation

and in my opinion encourages Joe to attach a positive connotation

to things such as bathing and napping etc.

Number two, interactive literacy skills.

He's never too young to read books.

I want him looking at a real book and turning real pages.

-You will call me if there's any problem won't you?

-Bye-bye, Mummy.

-That house is ours!

-I'm surprised you knew where it was!

And I'd like you to stay away from it, please!

Ohhhh!

I'd like to report an assault.

-What have you been doing all day?!

-I think it's called bonding!

-That man is a menace!

-Can't you shut her up, you nosy cow!

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