The Devil You Know Doctors

She'll have that door down in a minute.

Obviously a "No Ms" girl -

no mum, no mates, no mirror.

We nicking her then, sarge?

Why not? One more before breakfast.

Oh, back to making arrests outside the Nightshade Club!

It's like I've never been away.

OK, love, you want to stop doing that?

Oi, oi, oi!

What's your name?

Mary. I need my bag and I need a fag. Please.

-SHE SOBS

-You can get your stuff out when the club opens

but, in the meantime, you need to stop banging on the door.

Cheer up, we're taking you down the station -

you can sleep it off in a nice comfy cell.

Thank you. Y-you're so lovely.

Yeah, I think he's lovely, as well.

That's right, on my shoes. Thank you very much(!)

OK! The youth of today.

Dregs of society, more like.

Come on, love.

I suppose now I'm getting my spare room back

I could put my computer in it and all my gadgets.

I dunno. I don't think your spare room's big enough.

-So what's the new job?

-It's not that interesting.

You going private sector?!

-They wouldn't have me.

-Tree surgeon?

-Kevin.

-Secret agent.

-As if!

-Lap dancer!

That's enough about your fantasies.

Seriously, though, it's nothing, well...dodgy, is it?

I mean, those sort of places can be... Apparently.

It's very safe and I'm keeping my clothes on. OK?

Were you really up all night?

Yeah, fighting crime. Someone's gotta do it.

He hardly sleeps. Dunno how he keeps going.

I lie worrying about the money I've shelled out

on this art summer school you wanted to go to.

How's your project, Imogen? D'you finish it?

Yeah, it went really well.

You do proper art, though?

Not welding bits of metal to other bits of metal, like Rachel.

-Sell that for a million quid down in London.

-I know, you're a genius.

You must be cos I don't understand any of your work.

Do you understand any of her "pieces"?

Yeah, it's brilliant.

Thanks! Tell him.

Have you seen her sculpture?

It's this huge conceptual piece. It's really ambitious.

They're exhibiting it in the atrium at college

and they reckon that Rachel is the most talented student

-that they've had for years.

-Your stuff's good -

almost as good as mine!

-THEY LAUGH

-It's photography, wasn't it?

Yeah, portraits. I'm getting well into it.

My mum took me to this soppy makeover thing yesterday

and I ended up photographing her.

Makeover, eh? I thought you'd had your hair done.

Come here.

S'pose you want a cigarette now?

Yeah.

It's a filthy habit. You don't smoke, Imogen, do you?

No. Nothing. Ever. HE LAUGHS

It's all right. I'm not on duty now!

I'll go get us coffees.

Can I have some money?

-HE SIGHS

-One day, one wonderful day, Rachel will actually buy a round of drinks.

Bring back the change and don't talk to any strange men!

Hi.

Daniel. Hi, how are you?

Er, yeah, fine.

Better...crack on. Partners' meeting.

If you ever need an artist's model, I'll pose for you.

THEY LAUGH

I'm very cheap...and versatile!

Yeah, maybe I shouldn't. Make your boyfriend jealous.

Boyfriend?

Thought you were with someone?

-Have I done something wrong?

-What?

There'll be nothing left in a sec.

Sorry, I shouldn't...

I can't do this. Rachel's a mate.

Yeah, I know.

Look, I really like you, Imogen... but this can't happen.

It's my fault. If I led you on...

No, you didn't, but it stops here. Right?

Yeah.

You're a lovely, talented girl, you'll find someone.

Some artist bloke who understands your staggering genius.

-All right?

-Yeah.

There you are! I thought you'd emigrated.

Daniel...

..I'm really sorry about Zara.

I feel really guilty.

Is it because of me? Cos of us?

Don't flatter yourself.

I know you spoke to Jimmi...

You didn't tell him?

I'm not in any hurry to tell my best mate that I had sex with his wife.

(OK?)

Excuse me, ladies. Just gotta have a slash.

I think I'll save these little quiches,

-Wes'll be hungry after the football.

-Who're they playing?

Some other police station.

I don't go and watch.

He doesn't like me there. Says I distract him.

What is that? Have you burnt yourself?

Erm, yeah...

..you know, when I was welding the piece?

What? You think I did it on purpose?

No, of course not.

Look, I really better go. I've got a lot of stuff to do.

It's been great to see you.

We'll have our own gallery.

-In Shoreditch.

-In Hoxton Square!

Bye, Wes.

Yeah, you take care.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Fancy lunch?

-I've already eaten.

I'm SO going to miss having you around.

Yeah! For about five minutes.

You been shopping already? What've you bought? Let's have a look.

Nothing.

What's this?

All right, I'm going to be a waitress.

Happy now?

PHONE RINGS

Rachel?

Imogen, are you busy?

No, not really.

Could you come and meet me?

Look, I want to talk to you about something.

OK. Where are you?

I 'm at the supermarket. You know, the one near college.

-You want to meet in a supermarket?

-I'm doing the shopping.

I don't have much time. Please.

OK, what's up?

I can't tell you over the phone.

-Please, would you just come meet me?

-All right.

This is mad. You shouldn't have to work in a cafe.

It's a restaurant and I've got no choice.

I tried everything else. Couldn't get anything medical, couldn't even get office work.

You can't just take the first job you get offered.

Kevin, this is the only job I've been offered.

I can pay my own way, stop sponging off people.

There are worse jobs. Toilet attendant, sewage worker.

Hold on for something better.

D'you read the papers? Watch the news?

This is all there is. I'm lucky to have a job at all.

-Can we slow down? I ran all the way here.

-No, look, I can't.

I've only got 25 minutes, it takes 15 to get back.

-If I'm late I'll be in trouble.

-With who?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Look, you know those burns on my arm?

Yes.

Wes did it.

Wes...hurts me.

-Why?

-For anything.

If I'm late back, if he doesn't like something I've cooked,

-if the flat's not clean...

-How long?

Two years.

He didn't at first. When we got together, he was lovely.

Said he just wanted to look after me.

Be my knight in shining armour.

Wes is beating you up?

Yeah, and I can't go anywhere or do anything without his permission.

-How's he going to stop you?

-He takes my keys, locks me in the flat.

That's why I missed so many days on the summer school...

You don't believe me.

You just seem so happy together and he seems so nice,

-and he's always calling and texting y...

-Yeah, of course he is!

He's checking up on me.

He gave me this smartphone.

Whenever he calls me, I have to answer.

Look...I've never told anyone this.

If he knew I was telling you, he'd kill me.

Why are you telling me?

I thought maybe you'd help.

Look...

This is what he did to me, night before last...

I bought a sleeveless dress, from a charity shop...

with my bus money.

He made me cut it up.

Then he burnt my arms,

so I could never wear anything sleeveless again.

-I've got to go now.

-Why? He's playing football.

He's going to ring me on the landline in the flat during half-time, and if I'm not there...

I want to help. I'll come with you.

Look, we've gotta run.

No messages. I haven't missed him.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, darling.

Yeah, just now.

How's the match? Are you winning?

OK.

Yeah, yeah, love you too. OK, bye.

He's going for a takeaway after the match,

so he won't be back till late.

You can't let him get away with this. You should call the police!

Wes IS the police. Who's going to believe me?

-Well, I believe you, and not all police are like him.

-No, I can't.

I've got to put this shopping away - he goes mad if it's not tidy.

And you should go. I'm not supposed to invite people back.

He's going to ring me again in an hour.

This is mental!

-I know.

-You can't let him do this to you.

So it's my fault because I let him do it to me?

I didn't mean that, I...

Why don't you just leave him?

And go where? Back to my mum's? See if she's off the booze.

There's a women's refuge?

No, I can't. Wes knows where it is, the police all know.

If I go there he'll find me.

Then you can come to ours.

We've got a spare room - Mum and Dad won't mind.

Just till you make a decision. You'll be safe there.

I've got no money.

Whenever I get my bursary Wes takes it. That's why I'm always skint.

You told me, and I know that must've been really hard,

but you want it to stop and you want to leave him.

Now he's out for a few hours so you've got a chance.

Will you just pack a bag and come with me?

Have you ever done waitressing before?

Nowt to it. Just smile and be dead nice to customers -

even if they're right so-and-sos! Get more tips.

-OK.

-If there's anything you need, just ask. I'll look after you.

I'll get the spare room sorted.

Mum's away till tomorrow, seeing Grandad, but she's lovely,

she'll look after you.

Jack works in Citizen's Advice, so he could help,

and my dad'll know what to do.

He's probably still asleep, he's been working nights

-but as soon as he wakes...

-What d'you mean? What does he do?

He's a police sergeant. I thought I told you.

-I'd never've come here if I'd known that!

-Rachel, calm down!

There are good coppers. He'll help you.

They stick together, he won't believe me.

-'Hello! Anyone home?'

-I've gotta go!

'Just go through, Wes.'

Thank you, I really appreciate this. Owe you a beer.

No, you don't.

I can tell you all you need to know about becoming a sergeant in about five minutes.

Imogen! Jack! Food's out, come and get it.

-They usually turn up at feeding time!

-Just the two, isn't it?

Yeah, thankfully.

Imogen? Is she blonde, arty, just finished her A-levels?

Yeah, that's her. Do you know her?

Yeah, she's mates with my girlfriend.

What, really?! Wow, small world.

I thought I'd be safe here.

He's downstairs, Wes is downstairs.

Maybe if I just go back home, now, he won't know I tried to leave...

You've left him, you've done it.

Everything is going to be OK, I promise...

HOW?! What am I going to do?!

I'll go downstairs, and I'll eat with them, and I'll just act normal.

You stay up here and don't make a sound, OK?

They'll watch the cricket after, so we'll go to the police station.

OK, Dad and Wes are mates but we'll speak to a female police officer.

-I don't know.

-Report Wes, get him locked up and you'll be safe.

You've got to do it now, while you've still got the proof.

-I never rated him as a batsman anyway.

-No, I think you're right...

Hi, Dad! Oh, hello.

-Imogen. Nice to see you again.

-Didn't you hear me shouting you?

Erm, I was asleep. I've been working.

All we've got left is biryani and jalfrezi?

Biryani.

-Really? I didn't think you liked it.

-No, it's fine.

Grab yourself a plate. We have visitors.

Is everything all right, Imogen?

Yes, fine, thanks! Erm, I'm going to take this upstairs.

-Can't you spend five minutes with us?

-I want to get on.

Kids...wait till you have them.

I'm going to give Rachel a quick call.

Again?

Leave the woman alone! You're on the phone every five minutes!

I just want to make sure she's OK.

-Won't be a minute.

-All right, mate.

PHONE RINGS

-Turn it off!

-I can't, I'm not allowed.

(He knows...)

..he knows I'm here.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Rachel?

Is Rachel here?

Why didn't you say?

-What's going on?

-Rachel's here, apparently.

-Oh?

-Erm, yeah.

You see, what it is, is that we got talking about art...

and we had an idea.

We want to do a piece together. You know, like a collaboration.

So, I was like, "Oh, Rachel, you should come round and work on it,"

-so that's what we've been doing.

-OK, love.

-I thought you said you were asleep?

-Yeah, I was...for a bit.

Rachel was working on my laptop.

It's fine, Rachel, come out.

Hi, Wes... Mr Hollins.

Hello, we're just about to eat, why don't you come and join us?

-Yeah, do. Come join us.

-No, it's fine.

You're having a lads' night, we don't want to ruin that.

We'll just go for a drink and talk about art, won't we?

Yeah, it's just a drink. You don't mind, do you, darling?

Come here, come here.

-Just be careful.

-Yeah. Love you.

Better get going or we'll miss happy hour!

PC Harding's a good officer...popular...

-I find it hard to believe...

-Wes hasn't worked here for ages.

He transferred, he went to Birmingham.

Yes, he did, then he came back three months ago.

-I didn't know.

-Well, isn't that just proof?

He hasn't even told Rachel where he's working!

Will you please do something?

You say he's physically assaulted you on a number of occasions.

D'you have any proof?

-Show her!

-I'm not asking YOU.

Thanks again for the advice. That's really helpful.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Yeah, speaking.

What?

What?!

OK.

Bye.

Erm, I've got to go down the station.

What for?

It's not work...

It's, erm, Rachel...

..she's accusing me of beating her.

Are we celebrating?

Er...

..not exactly.

I wanted to, erm...

..I dunno how to say this.

Jimmi, you're making me nervous.

It's Daniel...

I think he's got postnatal depression.

Poor Daniel.

I tried to talk to him yesterday...

I was a bit too blunt.

I gave him a diagnosis, which, of course, he rejected.

We had a massive row.

Now...he doesn't even want to talk to me.

You'll make up.

You just need to leave him, you need to give him some space.

He said something...

He said...

..he didn't know why I was having a go at him,

I should put my own house in order...

..and he's right. I've been thinking so much about their break-up,

I didn't even think about our marriage.

There's nothing wrong with our marriage. Our marriage is fine.

Oh, come on, Cherry, you know that's not true.

Everything since we got married has been on my terms.

You've married me and my...

problems.

We spend HOURS cleaning...

Not that much.

It's not fair on you, though.

I've got OCD, I can't change that...

..but at least I could be a little easier to live with.

That's what I'm saying.

From now on, I just want to think more about what you want.

-I love Rachel to bits, I'd never hurt her.

-I've seen what you did!

You should look at her arms.

-Why?

-They're covered in cigarette burns.

-If you didn't do it, then who did?

-She did it to herself!

Rachel's been self-harming for years

and it's getting worse.

She won't get help, I can't stop her.

I'm trying to look after her but I can't be there all the time.

That's why I phone her so much.

I just want to hear her voice.

Make sure she's OK.

I'm scared one day I'll phone up and she'll have...

She's threatened...

You know this, Imogen, you know what she's like.

You hang around with her -

mood swings, irrational.

High as a kite one minute and then depressed the next.

I know that she gets low, sometimes.

-You knew she was on medication?

-I thought it was for hay fever.

Imogen...

Rachel is a compulsive liar.

It's not her fault, she's ill. Delusional.

I'm sure what she said to you sounded convincing -

she probably believes it herself.

She's got this... persecution complex

and thinks that everyone is trying to hurt her.

It's not real.

-I'm going to go and talk to Vickie, see what's happening.

-OK.

Talk to your dad.

It's common knowledge around the station, love,

that she's...unstable.

That's why he spends so much time looking after her.

-I presume you know how they met?

-On holiday in Greece, she said.

No, no, no, that's a lie.

Wes arrested her for drunk and disorderly.

She was in a right state.

Then he got himself involved - unwisely, if you ask me,

but he can't help himself because he loves her.

I know she's your friend and everything

but if I were you,

I'd stay well clear.

I feel SO stupid.

Well, don't, because you weren't to know, were you?

Dad, she's SO bright and she's really talented.

I'm sure she is.

If you ask me, all artists are a bit barmy.

-Thanks, Dad.

-I'm joking!

She's dropped the charges.

Imogen.

I'm so sorry.

-I made it up. It was lies.

-Why?

You saw the burns on my arms and I was ashamed so I lied.

Then I had to carry on lying. I didn't mean it to get this far.

I didn't want to get Wes in trouble but you wouldn't let go...

Don't you dare blame this on me!

Imogen! Don't do this, please, leave it.

It's not going to help, please.

You don't even deserve Wes.

I'm sorry, for everything.

No, no, it's OK.

You were doing what you thought was right. Least said, eh?

-Wes, I'm so, so sorry.

-Shush, shush, shush, shush.

-Sarge, I know you're off duty.

-But...?

Natalie Spark's come in.

She's prepared to give a statement about the drug-dealing

but only to you.

OK, all right.

Can you take Immie home? If that's all right with you?

Yeah, of course.

-Dad...

-Later.

-You all right, Jas?

-Yeah.

Plenty of tips, look. Here's your share.

-15 quid!

-Thanks.

-Do you want a pizza?

-Erm...

Someone just ordered it and then left it. It'll just be chucked.

Pepperoni, ham and mushrooms.

Oh, flip. You're not one of them vegetarians, are you?

No, I eat anything.

Go on, as it's your first day.

-Thanks.

-Just a little tip,

try smiling a bit more - works wonders!

Imogen, I'm so sorry.

Daft cow, she's forgotten her keys again.

Wait here.

MUFFLED LOUD MUSIC

SHE SIGHS

Why did you take her keys?

-What?

-In the station. She gave you her keys.

Don't know what you're talking about.

She said you do that sometimes.

That you take her keys and lock her in...

..if that bit's true then...

so is everything else.

Yeah?

Yeah, well, who's going to believe you, "Immie"?

No-one's going to believe you or her. Not now.

-My dad.

-He won't. He HATES you.

Who can blame him?

It's not the first time you've humiliated him in front of his work colleagues, is it?

How did you know that...?

What, you think I didn't check? I know all about you, Imogen.

The shoplifting, we got that sorted,

and me and Dad talked about it. He forgave me.

Is that what you think?

He may have said that to keep the peace but he hasn't forgiven you.

He despises you.

He knows you're a worthless, lying, little tart -

-just like Rachel.

-She's my friend!

Yeah, right.

That's why you tried to sleep with me behind her back.

I knew you fancied me.

All I had to do was look at you and talk some rubbish,

and you were gagging for it! You're just like her.

You're lying, conniving bitches, the lot of you.

You're scum - the dregs!

Where are we?

This isn't the way home.

Let me out! Let me out of here!

Stop that!

Sit back...and shut up.

We're going for a little drive.

Where to?

Jimmi's at the police station all day.

Thanks...for your support.

-It means a lot.

-No problem.

Well, how are we going to get through reception?

I'll stall him.

Oh, maybe he's got a girlfriend now.

Someone at home he can beat up to make him feel like a real man.

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