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Megan, I just wondered if you've got any gaps
in-between your patients later? Why? Did you want to chat?
Yeah, if we have a window that coincides.
OK, I'll e-mail you my schedule.
All right. If it's not too much trouble.
All right, you two. Calm down.
Is everything OK? Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?
How the devil are you?
Sent anybody down today?
You're still in bed, aren't you?
Are you going to get up?
Do you have plans to do anything today?
Anything at all?
'You think it's funny? It's not. It's outrageous.'
The fact that you can still be in bed at half past ten
when I'm working
'and your father's working and all you do is...'
Russell, I'm... Russell!
Hey, lovely. How you doing?
You know, he's still in bed? You know, he's stoned?
The shower's just gone on.
'Only if he teleported from his pit,'
to the bathroom. Stop covering for him.
He made coffee earlier.
'I know you're lying.'
The fact that a man of 25, who has never left home,
needs applause for putting the kettle on...
'what does that tell you?'
He's getting motivated. He's getting there.
'It doesn't help to criticise.'
You know how badly Russell reacts to that.
He's lazy and manipulative.
'Oh, come on...' No, you come on!
I'll be back later.
Doctor Clay is so nice.
Tell you what though, I can't wait for this tinnitus to stop.
Yeah, it can be horrible. Let's see what we can do.
Pop your hair behind your ear
and tilt your head slightly towards this bowl for me.
Oh! That looks nasty.
I didn't hang the curtain pole straight,
so he stubbed his fag out on my neck.
You're joking. No. That was Gary for you.
It wasn't the worst thing he did.
Anyway, I've come here to sort my ears out, not talk about the past.
Is it? Yeah.
Yeah, I got myself together, I've got myself sorted,
I've got my life back, I got my house back.
Good for you. Yeah.
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OK. I think that we should just put it all behind us, yeah?
Try and just lock it away and move forward
as colleagues... As professionals.
Really? Don't you agree?
This whole locking away business. It would be for the best.
No, it wouldn't. Would. It wouldn't.
Far better to face the fact that we have had sex, at work,
and ended up with...
It was unprofessional. Unhealthy and inappropriate.
Were we to "lock it away" what would that do
for the success of our sessions?
What if it tried to escape?
I don't know.
We were really getting somewhere, Sid,
and I don't want one mistake to...
A mistake that's never going to happen again.
..to put what you've achieved in jeopardy.
I think what we need to do is work out what happened
and move on from it.
You want to talk about it?
No, we need to talk about it.
We need to understand what happened.
Not here though.
It must be great to have a nurse in the family. Useful.
Say something. Like what?
I don't know. Like, where'd you go to school?
Me? On The Churchill.
"On the Churchill."
You don't half sound like your mum.
OK, I don't know what your game is...
No, no game. Look, I've known Bren for a while now and
I know things haven't been great between you two,
but I really think that you should talk to her. Just...
I'm not interested. We're done.
If you need to see a nurse again, it won't be me.
Why did you do that?
Why didn't you just tell me you knew her from the start?
Cos I wasn't sure I was going to tell you at all.
Then why did you?
Because it's really important.
Look, you don't know how much she's changed.
You only get one mum, and I know she's not perfect...
No, look, I don't care about my ears,
and I wouldn't have even come here
if I didn't know that you two need to sort things out.
That's...why I came.
It was worth a try.
Look, it's fine to let the anger out.
Don't try and lock it up.
It's a start.
I don't want to start anything -
not with you and definitely not with her
You've wasted your time.
Morning. Me again. I've got an 11 o'clock appointment. I'm a tad late.
It's not been three months, has it? It can't be.
Time flies. Tempus fugit.
Doctor Carmichael's over at the other surgery, but...
Oh, OK, you're seeing... Dr Clay.
I like to mix things up a bit, so... Take a seat.
Whoa! Someone's in a hurry.
I'm nothing like her! You said.
You have no idea how toxic my mother is.
I know she's faced a lot of her demons.
She's been fighting them, Ayesha, and she's winning!
Yeah, right! Look, I thought...
I just thought you might like to know that she's doing OK.
Bet you've not have heard that in a while, have you?
Bren's doing OK?
That's where she's living.
There, you know where she is. There's no pressure,
just...have a think.
She was really upset after she saw you on Friday.
She doesn't know I'm here.
I'm sure that I don't need quarterly checkups any more,
but it keeps my dad happy.
Hey, I'll tell you what though...
that Doctor Carmichael thinks she's a proper Scary Mary, doesn't she?
Does she scare you? No.
I live with my father and his second wife.
Compared to her, Zara Carmichael is an amateur!
So, aside from the recent bout of diarrhoea,
there's no other health concerns? No.
I mean, the Evil gave me a couple of hard boiled eggs, but everything...
How shall I put this?
Everything came together.
Yeah, Mrs Mel Tolt.
She who wishes I wasn't there. Mel Tolt, the barrister?
What, you know her?
Hm. Yeah, I do some work for the police.
What sort...of police work?
Let's just focus on you, shall we? So, smoking, drinking.
Any other substance issues?
Clean as a whistle. Sorry, hang on,
sudden moment of self-awareness and circumspection just hit.
I probably shouldn't be mean about Mel.
I expect that you really like her.
Well, back to the dreaded diarrhoea.
I just wanted to ask a few questions about just, you know...
..everyday toxins and their effects.
So, for example, would a low dose of fly agaric give you the squits?
Why, have you taken any?
I mean, we've all read Alice in Wonderland.
Yes, we have, so we know that nobody should mess around
with hallucinogens, especially someone with your history. Me?
Oh, no, no, sorry, no. It's research, I should have said.
I'm playing with the idea of being a crime writer, so... Really?
Maybe your evil stepmother could be a good resource for you.
I don't think so. OK...
Well, you keep doing what you're doing
and we will see you again in three months. Oh, I will.
Tammy, I am so sorry. No worries.
Jack, are you down here? No need to shout.
How did he make this much mess in such a short time?
What is wrong with him? He's young.
He's 25! Making excuses isn't helping anyone.
We need to do something.
Russell will never leave home, he is a drain and a slob
and we're doing him no favours making life too easy.
He hasn't had an easy life.
A lot of people have it a lot worse.
He was hospitalised!
He's been dining out on that for years.
Drugs are dangerous, and he's messed himself up.
Now, you need to stop pampering him cos I've had enough.
As soon as Russell decides what he wants to... Here we go.
He's got a pair of degrees, but has never had a proper job.
Have you ever thought that Russell is too talented?
He can't choose because he has too many choices?
You're not joking, are you?!
I get it. You love your boy.
And, yes, he suffered a childhood trauma and, OK,
you could have handled it better, but now?
Now, he's pathologically indolent and you're a fantasist.
He's trying. He is not a nice person, and we are enabling him.
Stop it. No.
I accept my share of the responsibility,
so if it falls to me to be the one to sort it out, then so be it.
Clearly there was a mutual sexual attraction, so we were both...
To blame. Exactly.
We were both playing a bit of a game without fully appreciating
the rules, so I'm sorry.
No, it took two. Two, yeah.
Yeah, we were messing with forces beyond our control.
Do you think we should be feeling guilty or ashamed?
Well, the relationship between a therapist and a patient
is a powerful thing.
OK. New rule.
In future, if ever I want to say thank you for helping me,
I'll just buy you a box of chocolates. Or invite me to lunch.
But now...we've confronted it, it's out in the open,
so we can guarantee that it won't happen again.
Yeah, of course we can.
There's no reason why we can't be completely professional
Oh, my feet are killing me!
Why don't you sit down, I'll get the drinks.
Oh, great. I'll just have a water - sparkling. Hi.
What was up with you earlier? When?
When you ran out to the car park and nearly sent me flying.
Oh, sorry. It was nothing.
It didn't look like nothing.
Excuse me. A glass of sparkling water over there.
Emma, I'm really sorry, I forgot to do something.
I've sorted your water, but I'll see you back at work.
Oh, all right.
Hey. Have you got a minute?
Several. About Thursday?
Yeah, did you get the e-mail from Thomas Adewole?
Thomas CPS Lawyer Adewole? Oh, trial preparations.
They're a waste of time.
Talking of lawyers, you'll never guess who I saw today.
Mel Tolt's stepson, Russell.
You wouldn't want to mess with her.
Not you as well? I quite like her. Oh, she's a bit icy.
Have you ever seen her show an emotion? Nobody has.
I do, I feel sorry for him inheriting her as a mother -
even if it is Russell Tolt. You know him, then?
Well, let's just say he's had one or two sleepovers.
You know, he came a cropper with ketamine even before he'd left school?
He says he's changed, making an effort. Is that what he told you?
Yeah. You don't believe him? Well, he was in here last month.
Drunk and disorderly. Right.
See you later. See you.
Is she here? Yeah.
No. Too much, over the top?
I didn't know Amber was coming to see you, but I'm glad you're here.
I don't know why I'm here.
Let me put the kettle on. Make you a drink.
Squash all right? Orange or blackcurrant?
I really didn't expect you to come.
I said that to Amber when she got back. Didn't I say that?
I said, "Thanks for trying, but she won't come."
At least stay for that drink?
Are you expecting him back soon? I never expect anything of Russell,
he's much too precious to put under any pressure.
Earl Grey all right? Oi, oi!
Talk of the devil and he will appear.
Oh, here we go. Look at the state of him.
Look at the state of her.
Drunk as a skunk and it's not even four o'clock.
I may be drunk, but at least I'm not ugly.
I can convince QCs of just about anything,
but I can't get him to stop drinking.
Well, in the morning I shall be sober,
but you will still be ugly.
Ugly and mean. Unbelievable.
You're nothing but an underachieving waste of time.
You two, that's enough.
Doctor Clay, wild guess, according to number one son here,
he doesn't drink, doesn't smoke and never even takes an aspirin.
Am I right?
My doctor is not going to discuss my consultation with you.
No, I'm not, but there are a few things
I'd like to clear up, Russell. You had an appointment today?
As it happens, I did. Something wrong?
Did he tell you he has plans and projects?
She always sounds like she's addressing the bench.
He has no plans. What plans do you have?
Let the cross examination commence.
He has bed, board and pocket money. He's a massive child.
A leech. That's enough!
Everybody's running round after poor little Russell!
Can't anybody else see him for what he is?!
Don't pour me one, Bren. I'll leave you to it.
I'm sorry for stealing off your boyfriend.
He was decent.
Whatever. You ruined it.
I'm sorry you had to lie to the coppers.
And about the OD, I really can't remember...
Lucky for you.
I was in a really bad place, Eesh.
What I was going through with Ike...
Oh, sorry, hang on. Where's my violin(?)
Please...don't be like that.
Why, why not?
All you want is sympathy.
And as always, all you want is to blame someone else.
When are you going to grow up, Mum?
It was you. So you can wear your hair up
and act as together as you like, but it doesn't fool me.
You did this. It's all your fault.
Nothing's ever his fault.
He out of control and it's our problem.
I don't know how much more of this I can stand.
Mel, you need to calm down.
Oh, please! Jack, are you going to allow this farce to continue?
OK, everyone just take a breath.
Yeah, calm down.
Take a breath, Mel.
This is madness.
No, she's the one who's mad.
She attacked me!
You can't deny it.
Yes, I'm exasperated by how you behave and how you talk to me,
but I have NEVER hit you!
She's a liar!
I dare you to say that I'm making it up.
I don't need to, it's clear to everyone.
So what's this?
I'm glad you're doing better but I can't go through this again.
Sort it out?
What do you think about your mum?
Hasn't she done brilliant?
I've got to go.
You've...you've caught up, though, right?
Bren's told you how brave she's been and how hard she's worked?
Maybe you'll come and see me again, eh?
Do you think you might?
Have you not told her?
Doesn't matter... Of course it matters!
Ayesha - your mum is an abuse survivor,
she's in recovery and she deserves your support.
I've been here too many times.
Wow. That's harsh.
Don't. She's right.
No. No, she's not. Ike battered your mother.
Did she tell you that?
She ended up in a refuge.
And that refuge saved her life.
Ike beat her and humiliated her and somehow your mother managed
to find the strength to get out.
I'm glad - I really am...
..but I can't get involved.
I know that.
I'm not asking for anything, Ayesha, honest I'm not,
but please just tell me how the others are.
I'm not stopping you going, just please...
Karl's ill, Sierra's thriving, and Debs is busy at work,
Tracey's making cards as a side-line - life goes on.
What does that mean? Is he in hospital? Chronic?
What about the Army?
We got him the support he needs but it's going to be a long road.
"We"? You mean you?
He's lucky to have you fighting his corner.
They all are.
Yeah, well, it was never going to be you, was it?
The bruising doesn't look very old.
Do you remember it happening?
It would have been a bar fight.
He's got the knack of rubbing other drunks up the wrong way.
Russell, when did this happen?
It was...not long ago... couple of days
but I don't remember getting into a fight.
It had to be her.
I should probably go to the police.
You've already washed your filthy linen in front of Dr Clay,
why not ruin my reputation with more of my colleagues?
But you don't know for sure it was Mel who beat you?
I didn't touch him.
What about my upset stomach?
I don't suppose that had anything to do with you, either.
Don't you want to ask your mum anything?
How long has it been since you were off your face?
Nearly four months.
What made you give it up?
I decided I didn't want to die.
I thought that was the next step, the way things were going.
I got myself to the refuge -
that's where I met Amber and other amazing women like her.
Women like me who got themselves out of the gutter,
turned their lives around.
Funny how bruises can give you strength.
But you don't know exactly when you got the bruises?
I can still go to the police.
This is not happening.
What, are you scared now?
I can make it happen, Dad. We can finally get rid of The Evil.
And then, it's just me and you, Dad, you and me.
Say what you like, I've had enough.
Look, we'll press charges. Get rid of her. You'll see.
None of this is Mel's fault.
She's the one who's always nagging, she's always on my case - and yours.
That's because of us!
No, it's not.
We were good...even after Mum...
We were fine.
You're wasting your life.
You're 25 years old. Where was your dignity?
I'd had enough.
It was me.
Your bruises are from my stick.
I look back and I'm so ashamed.
I know I've been the worst mum ever, but I can change.
Trouble is...I've heard it all before.
I've touched nothing in months!
Are you seeing anyone? A doctor? A clinic?
Clean for four months
and in better shape than anyone could have expected.
Not going to lie, though,
some days are really tough, but I've touched nothing in months, I swear.
How long have you been living here, then?
Got out of the refuge a couple of months ago.
She's been with me ever since.
And you're eating properly?
Like Amber gives me a choice.
She's even got me eating green beans.
What happened, Jack?
He was so drunk... that he'd passed out.
Sprawled across this table with his face in the middle of a takeaway.
And I felt disgusted.
I was angry, I lost my temper.
And for a moment I felt hopeless.
I felt like I hated my own son.
So you beat him with your stick?
I can't believe I did that, it isn't me.
Well, this has to stop.
I know. I'm sorry, Dad.
Don't ever come into my surgery and lie to me ever again,
Get some help, get yourself clean before it's too late.
And you know there's never an excuse.
What can I do? Stop enabling him.
And you stop antagonising your parents.
There's much worse families you could be in, trust me.
Are you serious about writing that book?
Right, then do it.
Well, I've just thought up the name of my detective.
Clayton James. Nobody's laughing, Russell.
Especially not Mel.
I'll see myself out.
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I'm just resting my eyes!
Surely a pillow would be better than a desk.
We've been very adult.
Yeah. We have.
No more games?
No more games.
That would be...
Unprofessional, unacceptable and...
Unbuttoning your blouse.
Have you been sitting here all this time?
You know, I really hope you do it this time.
But I can't be part of it, so please don't try and contact me again.
Right. Well, good luck.
There's a high probability.
But there is still a chance the baby might not have it?
You have got to do what's right for you.
And you shouldn't let doctors, or anyone,
force you into something that you don't want.
I have decided to tell everything to my therapist.
And they can take whatever action they see fit.
Will I have to wear a hat?
No, not as my chief bridesmaid.
Bennet Drake, my friend.
We need to trap the beast which killed him.
Tear him apart! I want him found! Now!