Up in Flames Doctors

Morning.

Where are you going?

Work. Wish I wasn't.

-But...

-I'm already late, Lois.

-You promised me!

-What?

-You said you'd stay with me!

Yeah, right...but I didn't mean...

I've got to go to work, you know that.

-I'll be back... No! Please don't get upset.

-I need you to stay with me.

Please stay with me.

Good morning, Nurse Reid!

"Good morning, Mrs Tembe. And how are you this morning?"

"You know I am very well, thank you so much for asking." So rude!

Lois, I can't just drop everything.

-You said you'd never leave me last night.

-I'm not leaving you.

-I'm just going to work. Please don't be so...

-What? Don't be so what?

Listen, I meant everything I said, but we've got to be realistic.

-We can't spend every single minute together.

-Why?

-Because I have a job.

And a life.

-And I don't?

-That's not what I'm saying! I've got to go.

-I'll be back later.

-What time will you be back? For lunch?

I don't know.

I can't always get away.

-I'll make us something really special.

-No!

Don't go to any trouble, eh?

I'm sorry. I'm just so, so tired.

If I could stay, I would.

Catch up on some sleep.

If you feel anything like I do, you must need it.

You'll feel better.

Are we going to be OK?

Of course.

I stuck my head round the door last night.

They'd got these gigantic burritos.

I remember when it was some kind of bikers' bar.

-Rough.

-It's really cheesy, but we like cheesy.

-So what is it now?

A cross between a Tex-Mex and a wine bar?

Mmmm, that is exactly how I would describe it,

but with a...kind of touch of a motorway service station.

-That sounds truly horrible.

-Oh, it is.

But half price tequilas and pistachios for a whole night.

Chris, you up for a night out?

-Sorry?

-We're going to go to El Diablo's.

-You know...the one at the end of the High Street.

-No, I don't think so.

Come on, it's much nicer than those dives you've been drinking in.

And no bare knuckle boxing.

Besides if you get into trouble, we'll be your minders.

-I used to have black belt.

-In origami.

No-one messes with Knuckles Haskey.

-Maybe...

-Come on, are you a Mexican or a Mexican't.

He's a Mexican't.

MUSIC: "Glory Box" by Portishead

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Come in.

-Are you busy?

Er...kind of. It's fine. You all right?

No, not really.

I know you're going to say I told you so,

but I think I've made a big mistake.

-Lois?

-Yeah.

It's such a mess.

-Why?

-I haven't had much sleep,

-so I might be over-reacting a little bit...

-What's happened?

Nothing. But she's just acting really desperate. Really needy.

I feel like I'm suffocating.

She didn't even want me to go to work this morning

because she didn't want to be on her own.

-What?

-It's like I was betraying her by leaving.

I know...I don't expect her to be Freya, but I can't bear this.

-I can't.

-So what are you going to do?

-I don't know.

I don't know how to deal with it...with her.

Basically, if you're sure you don't want to be with her...

-Yeah, I don't.

-What do you want?

I want... I want Freya back.

-I'm sorry to dump all this on you.

-It's fine.

I'm just so tired.

You're going to have to tell her, otherwise it's going to get worse.

Are you going to be OK to work through the rest of today?

I'll have to.

It'll give you time to think about how to break the news to Lois.

-I don't think I can.

-You're going to have to.

Cruel to be kind and all that. For both your sakes.

Mand, I knew you weren't up to it!

What if Howard had found you?

-I just sat down while the kettle was...

-You'd better go home.

I can't... I can't face Lois. I'm not ready.

OK. Here's what you're going to do.

I'll make you a double coffee. You hang on till lunch,

then I'll drop you off at mine so you can sleep.

Right? I'll clear it with Chris, he can cover afternoon surgery.

You're no good to anyone like this. OK?

Here you go.

No feather pillows, but it's quiet.

I could sleep anywhere right now.

-Kevin...

-Just get your head down.

-Thanks.

-No problem.

I'll be back after surgery.

If you want to talk before you go home, then that's...

..fine.

Chris, you want a lift?

Fine, suit yourself.

'Mandy?

'Mandy!'

Hey.

How are you feeling?

Kevin, I had the most awful dream.

But you feel better for sleeping, right?

Not really.

-Lois?

-Mm-hm.

Like you said, it's only going to get worse.

TEXT ALERT

This shirt is designer, man!

-What's your problem, mate?

-You. You need to look where you're going.

-Mate, you walked straight in to me!

-I'm not your mate.

-And if you can't handle it, don't drink it.

-Say that again.

-You heard me.

-Adam. >

Nah.

Ain't worth it.

You're up next.

You're right.

I just need to be straight with her.

I don't mind driving you.

It's not like it's far.

No, that's really kind of you but I'm fine, honestly.

-Anyway the walk will wake me up.

-You sure?

Positive. I need to do this for myself.

Whatever happens, I'm sure I'll be able to handle it. I have to.

-All right. But you call me, yeah?

-I will.

Yeah, well come and join us.

OK, see you soon. Bye, babe.

Lois? Lois? Are you out here?

What are you doing?

What you should have done ages ago.

How did you...?

Is that my necklace?

I'm only trying to help you.

OK...Lois, listen to me, we need to talk...

I already know what you're going to say.

Just wait. Give me that back.

We can sort this out.

You've got to let go, Mand. Freya's gone. She's not coming back.

No! Wait! You're right, I know you're right.

But everything that's in that box...

that's all I've got to remember her by.

You don't get it, do you?

I don't want you to remember her.

No! Stop!

It's over. You've got to let her go.

-It's all over.

-No!

-You shouldn't have lied to me!

-I didn't!

-You're lying now!

-Lois. Please!

-You don't love me, do you?

-Kevin! Help!

-You love Freya!

-'Mandy, what's wrong?'

-Lois! Please!

-Freya's dead!

-No!

-She's gone.

Lois. No!

-Up in flames.

-Please...

-So will this make you love me?

-I do! I do love you!

If I burn like she burned?

SHE SCREAMS

No!

-Hi.

-Sorry, that seat's taken.

-Yeah, by me.

My boyfriend's over there. Could you move, please?

In a minute.

No, now! I mean it!

What's his name?

Does he know you?

No.

He's got a really bad temper.

I'd move or you'll regret it.

Yeah, possibly.

What is wrong with you?

Please, no, please...

We'll do this together.

SCREAMING

No, please! No!

-Just leave it now, will you?

-Here we go.

This idiot hassling you?

I love you, Mand.

-I'm sorry if I just wasn't good...

-Enough!

-No!

-Help me hold her down!

-No! Get off me!

We're trying to help you!

-Let me go!

-Stop struggling! I said stop!

Are you OK?

You're hurting my arm.

SOBBING

What's wrong with me?

Why don't you want me?

Why can't you love me like you loved her?

I'm so sorry...

You think you're hard, is that it?

-Think you're impressing her?

-A lot more than you are.

Adam, forget it. Finish your game.

Yeah. Do what she says, Ad. Trot on.

Adam! I mean it! You can't afford trouble!

He's nothing. Just winding you up.

Adam!

-No, no, I'm glad you called me.

-I'm a bit out of my depth here.

She needs assessing by a mental health professional.

Which I am definitely not.

-Anyway she's not said a word since I brought her inside.

-Shock, maybe.

-How's Mandy?

-A mess. I shouldn't have let her come on her own.

-You weren't to know.

-I heard the warning bells.

-Should have listened to them.

-It's easy in retrospect. Believe me.

So what do we do now?

-I should talk to her.

-I'll check on Mandy.

Heston's here.

What did he say?

-He's in with her now.

-She needs serious help.

-He'll know what to do.

She'll have to be sectioned.

I mean, what she tried to do tonight was...just insane.

You've smelt your clothes right?

Yeah, I know...

I checked the bottle. She'd re-filled it with water.

I really thought she was going to do it.

She planned it all for effect.

-Yeah, well, it worked.

-It's over now.

This is my fault, isn't it?

-No-one's saying that.

-But you're thinking it though.

Mandy...

The night before my A level results, I was really nervous,

cos I wasn't sure I'd got the grades or not and I couldn't sleep and...

She went out that night, got drunk, ended up in a ditch, or something.

Mum and Dad spent the whole day looking for her

and I had to go to school on my own...

Can I tell you a secret?

Of course.

When I was a kid, I...

..I imagined what it would be like if she just died.

If she just wasn't there any more...

and I could have them to myself.

Dad got me piano lessons when I was nine...

I just couldn't do it.

I tried.

I tried so hard, but I...

I just wasn't...

His face...

The disappointment...

-Lois, there are...

-Dad just blocked me out.

Sometimes it felt as though I didn't exist.

But everything she did was right.

And whatever you did...?

They just stopped noticing me.

And I stopped caring.

You must have felt very alone.

You know that I would nev...

..that I could never hurt Mandy.

I did it to help her.

In what way?

She's in denial. She doesn't believe that Freya has gone.

And what about you?

I needed to shock her.

To make her see me as a...

..as a real person...

..and not some pale shadow of her.

Mandy was very scared.

She knows I would never hurt her.

I love her too much.

I gave her everything.

But she lied to me.

-So you blame Mandy for what happened?

-Don't you?

She said that she loved me.

And she'd never leave me.

But she lied to me.

You were right, the relationship was clearly a bad idea.

For both of them.

I've sedated her.

She asked me to call her parents,

who had no idea she was even in the country.

So they can help?

Better take her there now.

Right...

Poor Mandy.

I'll stay here tonight. Make sure she's OK.

Lois said she thinks Mandy hasn't accepted that Freya has gone.

No, I don't think she has.

HE SCREAMS

She's gone.

-Heston's taken her.

-Where?

To her parents, for now.

Why don't we go inside, get warm.

I'll make you something to eat. It'll be edible. Promise.

No, I want to stay out here for a bit.

The best memories you have of Freya can't ever be taken away,

you know that?

I just miss her so much.

Me too.

It's going to take more than a few early nights and a session

on the rowing machine to make you look like a spring chicken, isn't it?

Some people are just past their sell-by date.

What was it, childhood trauma?

I've got experience. That's very valuable these days.

Experience of making a prat out of yourself.

-I need your help.

-What kind of help?

-I've taken an overdose.