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If he doesn't pay what he owes, then they'll kill him.

I've got until six o'clock to come up with the money.

-If you can't go to the police, isn't there some other way?

-There is one.

I take his place. My life for his.

-Zara, are you all right?

-It's too late.

I've called in. Kevin's covering you at The Campus,

and Howard's got someone in for me at The Mill.

Are you ill?

Zara, you haven't slept since Friday.

I can't just sit here, waiting.

You can't work either. It wouldn't be fair on your patients.

He might still be alive.

The police are doing everything they can.

You know Driver, she's not the sort to just give up.

She'll find Edwin. And Toby. And the men responsible.

I should be helping.

Zara, you have a son. Leave it to them.

There's nothing else we can do.

-Hiya.

-Hi.

-Are they here yet?

-No. I've been trying to call you.

Sorry, I turned my phone off, low battery.

I wish you wouldn't have done because what I was going to say was,

I don't think this is a good idea.

Don't be daft! We agreed.

Yes, I know we have.

I just think it's best if your mum and me sort it out ourselves.

And that's worked really well so far.

I just don't think she's ready for this.

What, the full-blown Hollins family immersion treatment?

Exactly. It could be a shock to the system.

It's what she wants.

It's going to be great!

Thank you.

You found him.

We have found a body. In the canal.

No ID, nothing in his pockets, but from your description

we believe it to be the body of Edwin Caroux.

-How long?

-At least two days. Probably Friday night.

-I knew it.

-I'm so sorry.

What about his son?

Nothing.

Dr Carmichael, we do need somebody to identify the body.

-What?

-Of course.

Shouldn't that be a relative or someone?

-There's no-one.

-I'll do it. Let's go.

I'll come.

Thank you.

We could go camping. She loves camping.

She hates camping.

No, you hate camping.

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-Mum?

-Imogen. She never remembers her keys.

I'll go, then, shall I?

Yeah.

-Immie!

-Will you let me in? I've had the worst journey.

What's with all the boxes?

None of your business.

Hi, Dad.

Hello, sweetheart.

-I think you should go.

-What?

Dad doesn't think it's a very good idea.

I've come all this way. Do you know how bad the traffic was?

We are so doing this.

Hello, love.

Sorry about that.

It's him. Edwin Caroux.

Thank you. It's not easy.

I do have some good news, though.

Toby Caroux is still alive.

Or, at least, he was 20 minutes ago.

Two uniforms saw him on the industrial estate

on the Maybury Road, trying to buy some gear.

And you lost him?

-He ran away.

-You have to find him!

-We will.

He knows! He's the only one who knows who did this.

You don't have to follow me all the way to my desk.

I can manage the last few of yards on my own!

He's going to be OK.

You think I care what happens to Toby?

Toby Caroux got his father killed.

He's a thief and an addict who can't control his gambling

or the effect it has on his family.

Does any of that sound familiar, Daniel?

So I suggest you go home. Or go to work.

I don't care, just go!

Kevin doesn't need you here. He's got everything covered, OK?

What have you told him?

I had to say something.

Oh!

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-Yes?

-Guys. I thought you were taking the day off?

-No.

I'm sorry. About your friend.

Have you heard anything?

He's dead.

Well, look, we really don't need you here and...

See? We can go home.

Fine. I've got paperwork to do.

-(It's OK, I'll keep an eye on her).

-Fine, I'll be at The Mill.

Fine, and Kevin can just keep an eye on me(!)

-Dad? Are we going to do this or not?

-Yes, yes.

Although I haven't exactly made any plans or anything...

So, just make some plans.

I suppose so.

It just takes a bit of organisation.

Shopping lists, a bit of cleaning and tidying,

and we do a rota for who cooks and washes up.

You're going to cook...?

-You can't expect me and your mum to do it all.

-No!

Yeah, but I've tried Jack's cooking.

I can cook!

Can you? Well, we'll find out.

-So we're definitely doing it?

-Yes.

Yes, we are definitely going to give it a go.

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Yup.

I have brought you a cup of tea. Normal English tea.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

I'm bored of paperwork.

Surely there's some patients I can see, Mrs Tembe.

Isn't that possible?

Dr Tyler appears to have everything under control.

What about Mr Johnson?

I saw him out there. He usually sees me.

Mr Johnson is not ill.

He was returning his mother's pills.

He has been clearing the house after she, you know...

She died.

You know Mrs Johnson?

Not Mrs Johnson, Mrs Caroux!

Do you think NHS records would still have an address on file for her?

She died sometime last year.

Yes, it is possible. But patient records are confidential.

Theoretically.

If she's not registered with us, we cannot get hold of her records,

unless you choose to ignore NHS guidelines and the law of the land.

OK...there must be some other way of finding out her address,

what about the electoral roll, or estate agents?

There has to be some way of finding out where she lived.

Actually, I have always found the telephone directory

to be an excellent source of information,

particularly with an unusual name such as Caroux.

Mrs Tembe, you are indispensable!

What do we need?

Some cleaning stuff.

I don't know, the usual.

What is that?

-Just the usual.

-Very helpful!

Well, I don't know, do I? It was your mum who...

I did the shopping, did I?

-She can do it. She can do it.

-Yeah, course I can.

But it would help if I didn't have this racket in the background.

He's just doing his bit to try and help.

Yeah, as am I, in case you hadn't noticed!

I know, I know that.

Oh, this is stupid.

Where are you going?

-I don't know. Clean the cooker, or mop the bathroom floor!

-Imogen!

Stop it! How is this going to help Mum?

The whole idea of this week was to remind her of how things used to be.

Look at you - have you ever dusted

for anything other than fingerprints?

And you've never written a shopping list in your life,

or mopped the bathroom floor!

-I don't remember you doing an awful lot of hoovering either!

-Exactly!

This is all your idea.

If you think this is a waste of time,

then that's OK because me and your mum,

-we can sort this out between us.

-Fine!

-Where are they going?

-Upstairs.

Yeah, well, that is pretty much the way it used to be, actually.

Does it ring any bells?

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Toby?

Who? This is my house. What are you doing in my house?

This house belongs to your grandmother.

She's dead.

And your father?

You stupid little man!

-Who are you?

-He's dead. They beat him.

And then they shot him.

Who are you calling?

Police!

'Emergency, who's calling?'

No police! He said no police.

She got Mrs T to look up some address, and then she just took off.

-I couldn't stop her.

-Mrs M Caroux. Where is this?

-Carsley? That's the other side of Maybury.

-OK.

Should I call the police?

You can't put this on me! Not this time!

I didn't ask him to do anything.

No. You didn't have to ask.

It was nothing!

I could have won it back on one roll of the dice.

It was his fault. Always hassling me, making stuff worse.

And then he refuses to pay. I'm his own flesh and blood,

and he won't cough up a pathetic couple of grand!

It was a bit more than that.

And he tried to get you the money...

Not hard enough!

He didn't exactly give the man much choice, did he?

You can't blame McAllister. What was he supposed to do?

You can't take the mick with a man like that.

Somebody had to pay.

Somebody did.

Who are you?

A friend.

Yeah? Got any money, friend?

Your purse. Now!

"Dr Zara Carmichael."

Where's your little black bag?

I didn't bring it with me.

Liar!

What have you got? Methadone?

-What else?

-Nothing.

-Don't...

Don't lie to me!

There's no black bag, Toby. Not here.

When I said lunch hour, I just meant a sandwich, really.

This is my treat.

But do not get used to it.

Home-made sandwiches are a far more economical option.

-This is nice.

-It is.

I hope you do not mind,

but I have taken the liberty of inviting someone else to join us today.

I just wanted to talk. To you.

I don't want to see anyone else, really.

That is understandable. But this is not just anyone else.

And I can see that she has arrived ahead of us.

That, Mr Robson, is Reverend Marchant,

the vicar at St Bernadette's.

Mrs Tembe, this is lovely!

Reverend, this is Mr Robson,

the gentleman I spoke to you about.

-Reverend.

-Viv, mostly.

Josh.

Well...

Mr Robson is hoping to lead a more spiritual life, and I...

That is to say, we have been sharing some interesting conversations.

He has been at a very low ebb recently.

That's one way of putting it.

I tried to top myself.

But my guardian angel here put a stop to that.

I happened to be in the right place at the right time.

I think that's how He arranges things sometimes.

So, how are things now, then, Josh?

Better. Much better.

I can sort of see my way through, you know?

I still get down a bit sometimes.

I have unwelcome thoughts.

We all have those!

Yes, but, er...

Reverend Marchant is a very, very good listener.

I am.

I can listen all day.

I will go and get us some tea.

Toby, stop that. Stop that, Toby, please.

I can get you what you need.

But you have to trust me.

I don't know you.

I knew your father.

He would not want this.

This is not what he wanted, he wanted you to be safe.

-We have to go to the police.

-No!

You have to tell them everything you know about this man, McAllister...

You don't know him! He was absolutely clear - no police.

The moment anyone calls the police, it's all over.

Well then it's too late.

They're already looking for you, and they're looking for him.

-No!

-I called them.

When your dad came to me and asked me for help,

he begged me to help him and I...

I called the police.

-Thank you.

-OK.

They can't stay up there for ever.

I was always running off to my room.

I'm sorry about all this.

I knew it was a mistake. I should never have let him talk me into it.

We're just not ready.

You and me,

and we were just beginning to get along.

It was too soon to bring in the whole family.

Too soon for Jack, you mean?

No! No, that's not what I meant.

We can't just ignore it, Rob. I kissed him!

I don't want to discuss it.

Yeah, well, I do. I've already discussed it with Jack,

and he's been very grown up about it,

which is more than can be said for you.

I don't care.

You don't care? You don't care that I snogged your son?

Oh, my God.

-You are disgusting! How could you do that?

-What?

-Yeah, that!

-It's not Jack's fault.

It was me. I didn't know who he was, I didn't know what I was doing.

She was sick and she's your mother, and you let her.

I couldn't stop her!

Don't blame her! She wasn't responsible for her actions,

and anyway, you shouldn't have been there in the first place.

Was this when she was in hospital?

and we were told specifically to keep away from her?

-It didn't stop you visiting, though, did it?

-I was trying to help.

And so was I.

Yeah, fat lot of good that did.

You were both out of order then, and you're both out of order now.

-Shut up!

-Karen?

-I'm sorry. I'm all right.

It's all so familiar.

Really?

No. Not you. Not them.

Me and my mum and dad, we always used to row over nothing.

This is not nothing!

And do you know what my dad used to say?

Oh, no.

Racing Demon.

Yeah, that's right!

Whenever we had a big row, he'd say, "Channel that energy".

You are kidding?

Teale family rules?

Hollins family rules.

We're dead.

Dead. He'll kill us both.

All of us. Everyone.

Nothing left. All gone.

Listen to me. He can't find you.

He doesn't know where you are. You are safe.

He can't get you here. Look, I won't let him.

I won't let him hurt you.

This is your fault.

It's nobody's fault.

Yes, it is! It's your fault. You called the police.

And...and he came to you for help.

He asked you for money, and you just called the police!

The life of his son! His life.

And you turned him down.

It was not like that...

You're a doctor. You got nice clothes and stuff.

Bet you've got a nice house too.

And you can't find a few grand to save his life?

It was £100,000.

This is your fault.

No...

You let him die.

No, I tried to stop him. I tried!

You killed him. You killed my dad!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

For God's sake, I'm sorry.

No.

I'm so sorry.

Stop, all right! Just stop!

It's not easy.

No. No, of course not.

I was at a book shop the other day, at a train station.

And?

All those books,

there's a whole section -

"I was raped,

"I was abused, I was an alcoholic,"

all those horrible books about how life couldn't get much worse.

Not exactly cheerful reading, are they?

I could write one of those books.

Only mine are a bit bigger and fatter than any of them.

I've got the whole lot in one book.

I'm sorry, Josh.

It's not your fault, is it?

I've done stuff.

How bad?

I'm quite hard to shock, you know.

Armed robbery.

Right.

GBH.

OK.

That's serious stuff.

I just thought you should know.

Yeah.

That took some guts, telling me that, Josh.

Does Mrs Tembe know?

She knows everything.

She's a good woman, Josh.

But you mustn't rely on her.

You need to rebuild your life,

find purpose again.

And faith.

Come to St Bernadette's, you'll be really welcome.

We do all sorts of charitable work

and you can find new hope in helping other people.

I can guarantee it.

Zara!

It's him.

-No, it's not him.

-It's him.

-We're dead.

-Toby, it's not him.

-We're dead.

-Toby!

-Don't touch her!

Toby!

You idiot!

Excuse me.

You've done a good job there, Mrs Tembe.

A damaged soul, but not lost for ever.

Do you really think so? I have been very worried.

He was very frank.

It's the best way to deal with these issues.

He has particular issues.

I know.

Does it worry you?

Yes.

Has he...?

He told me all about it, yeah.

Yeah, they are dreadful crimes.

But I think...

I think he's put his past behind him.

A lot of that is down to you.

Oh, it is such a relief, Reverend.

It is a relief to share my burden with you.

I did think I was taking on too much with Mr Robson and...

and his history.

I think it's commendable, Mrs Tembe.

OK?

I'm sorry about your dad.

I thought you were...

Yeah.

They're scary.

Not the kind of people you want to mess with.

One day, it really will be McAllister coming through the door.

I'll keep running.

You can't run for ever. He'll find you. We did.

Or maybe the drugs will kill you first.

Not helping.

I'm just saying. Either way, it's not looking very bright, is it?

You don't know what he's like.

Yes, I do.

Toby,

your father died for you.

He didn't have to do it.

But he did it willingly, because he loved you.

He wanted you to have a future.

But not this future.

I can't.

You have to.

Otherwise, what was the point?

Come on, Dad, where are you?

Do we have to do this?

He always loses.

I do not always lose.

-No, sometimes he cheats!

-Oi, you!

-Look, he's brought his special cards.

-He's got "special cards"?

They don't do anything for him!

So, Hollins family rules?

-One hand only when you're building.

-When you put a king down,

you have to pick the pile from the table, Jack.

Yeah, all right! That's about it.

-Oh, and Immie's stock pile has only got 11 cards.

-Why?

-To make up for my short arms!

-And lack of talent.

-Oh, ha, ha!

-So, is everybody ready?

-Teale family rule - Mum says go.

-Good rule.

Oh, blimey! Am I Mum?

-Just say go.

-Right. Go!

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Toby?

OK.

You've done enough.

Don't ever do anything that stupid ever again! No, I mean it.

I told you, don't get involved, leave it to the police.

Which bit of that did you not understand?

You are not my father, you don't get to give me orders!

There's no point, is there? You never listen to a word I say.

But sometimes, just sometimes, I might actually know what I'm talking about!

I had it all under control until you went all Bruce Willis on him!

Sorry, I thought you were going to die.

Now I understand I should have minded my own business!

You didn't have to knock his lights out!

Will you pick Joe up?

Dinner at six?

6.30, I have to pick up some veg.

Thank you. For lunch, and for getting me to meet Viv.

It is my pleasure.

You made a very good impression on our vicar, Mr Robson.

I think... I think today was very positive.

A step in the right direction.

There is still a long journey ahead, but...

..with God's help, we will get there.

You can't eat it yet.

He's right. We're waiting.

What for? A rainy day?

So we can all eat together like civilised people.

When did this place turn into Downton Abbey?

-We need to talk.

-I'm busy.

I've been watching your little show on the internet.

I can't grieve for her because she's not dead.

But she might as well be, because that woman, our mum, she did die.