Episode 6 Frankie

-You read about these things - always the ex.

-Ian wouldn't do this.

He knocked 250 off the price. That's how the ladies do it.

Now you don't need to worry about it getting in my eyes.

There's something I need to tell you.

I was thinking about doing a nursery for the baby at your place to show you I'm serious.

Well, stalking's a serious business.

-If you were that concerned, you could stay the night.

-Stalkers are rarely strangers to their victims.

You're not going to worm your way back in with this. Have you seen my bag?

Another great day for Frankie Maddox.

Well done.

# And I wanna kiss you, make you feel all right

# I'm just so tired to share my nights

# I wanna cry and I wanna love

# But all my tears have been used up... #

MUSIC STOPS

Ten to ten. I think it's safe to say we're off duty.

-You could've been home hours ago.

-Don't start.

Franks, I was a hairy-arsed squaddie.

I don't need a wee lassie keeping me safe.

Policy. After-hour visits, always in pairs.

So instead of one of us being knackered tomorrow, both of us are.

Thank you. Good night.

-Indian?

-Not for me, thanks.

OK. I'll wend my lonely way home.

You do that.

# All my tears have been used up

# On another love, another love... #

-What's up?

-Someone's broken in. They might still be in there.

-Where are the police?

-None of this just makes any sense. It's so weird.

-You've called them?

-It's not like I've been robbed. I should have done that. I should have called them.

-You think there's someone still in there?

-I don't know. It's mad. You know...

He's done my tidying up.

-I'm sorry?

-He's done my washing up and my ironing.

I know.

-Where are you going?

-To see if there's somebody in there.

What?

Wait! Wait!

Come on then, step out and show yourself.

WASHING MACHINE STARTS

60 degree wash.

Wait here.

The police are on their way.

You may as well come out.

Nothing?

He made your bed.

I made my bed! Do you mind?

Please, just call the police.

Yes, I will but it's just all Ian's mates are going to think I'm a right loon.

They won't.

Someone's taken a video of you, they've been in your house.

That night you got your bag lifted,

-we all told you to change your locks.

-I will.

It's someone with a key. Think about it.

That night at your dance thing, you said Ian was there.

It's not Ian. I've gone through all that. It's not the sort of thing he would do, anyway.

-Housework?

-I was thinking about the stalking. But yeah.

He is a stranger to the ironing board.

-You know what? I'm going to call them.

-I'll do it tomorrow.

-You'd better.

-I will.

I feel like I should wash these all again.

You don't have to stay, I'll be OK now.

I'm staying. No big deal.

I'll get my head down in your spare room and we'll both be happy. Yeah?

So, who's first in the bathroom?

Do you think it could be Ian?

I don't know.

I hope not. It's not him.

I hope it's not him.

Morning.

Now I know why you don't have a girlfriend for more than one night.

-I do.

-Not with that snoring you don't. And you've got sleep apnoea.

Haven't!

-Is that instant coffee?

-Is there any other sort?

It is'nae sleep apnoea, anyway. It's sinusitis.

You won't say anything, will you?

About our night together?

Only if you promise to go to the police.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You know, you're very one-noted sometimes.

Love this. I love this song. Listen to this.

# You got to get it, baby

# Can't you see you're only chasing? You got to step up... #

-It's too early.

-Watch this!

-It's too early.

-Just watch this!

You're putting me off my coffee!

Yah! Woo-hoo-hoo!

Listen, we have to go to work.

# You're too slow, boy

# Well, if you wanna keep up you've got to... #

Don't close the door!

-Ian, what's going on?

-Thought I'd make a start on the bedroom.

Oh, the nursery.

Show willing.

I'm on nights,

so I can get a couple of hours in before I get my head down.

And that way, avoiding the weekends, so you won't have to spend any time with me.

I thought you'd be glad.

I am.

And it'll show your parents, when they get back,

that I'm going to support you.

I don't know what else to do.

You'd better have a key.

All right, so I'll start on the woodwork.

Yeah, whatever.

He's done my tidying up.

He's done my washing up and my ironing.

It might be nothing.

I keep thinking it might just be a joke.

A bad joke, but then...

Got it! You're Ian's girl. Ian Hargrave. Knew I knew you.

I'll get someone to see you.

RADIO: 'All I get is abuse. I can get that at home, quite honestly.

'Children, wife, dog.

'I've a mind to take myself off to bed and lie there,

'in the middle of it.'

Marry me, Ken.

I don't care that you're an unreconstructed Scot with

a bus fixation, dammit, marry me.

# I sleep in the middle of the bed Sun slips through my cold hands

# Do you really want me back? Do you really want me back? #

All right, love?

Didn't expect to see me, did you?

Nicky, what are you doing?

Apparently I'm fit for work.

But you're not.

Well, you know that, and I know that, but according to ATOS...

This is ludicrous. I mean, I hope you're appealing the decision.

Well, yeah, but it could take months, and in the meantime I can't live on the basic handouts, so...

Did they see you?

Yeah, I did some party tricks for them. That's £6.80.

I bent down, and picked up an empty box,

and I walked across the room with my trusty stick.

And then, two days later this flared up.

So you pretended to be better than you are?

I didn't want to be...

you know, I didn't want to be pathetic.

It's degrading enough without...

You've got lupus. It's not about being pathetic.

It's about having a very real condition.

Did you show them the blood tests?

Oh, Nicky!

How are you coping?

Well, it's not easy, but I'm surviving.

Dr Evans gave me some of her wonder drugs again, so...

You never know, if I can just get through the first few weeks,

it might get easier.

There you go, your day of fun!

I've already got my visits.

You can squeeze one more in.

Who did Nicky Humphries' last home visit?

-Thanks for getting the biscuits.

-I did. Why? Is there a problem?

Well, they've decided she's fit to work. Can you believe that?

She's on the till in the supermarket.

If she's fit for work, I'm Desmond Tutu.

Well, obviously they were right. If she's working.

No, they're not. They couldn't be more wrong.

She's got lupus, with symptoms like rheumatoid arthritis

but lots of other problems.

It's cyclical - she gets good periods when she's perfectly capable of working.

Just so she can stagger into work. Guess what Dr Evans has put her on.

-Steroids. That woman deals them out like sweeties.

-If you will not work, you will not eat.

Don't look at me like that - it's biblical.

So is smiting the hordes of Ishmamites, but I don't see you doing that.

Oh, no, the school. Now what?

What's an Ishmamite?

-Made it up.

-Hello? Yes.

-Well, you could have fooled...

-Sh! What?

What is it?

Yes. Fine. I'll be there.

They've suspended Hope.

She can go back when her hairstyle's grown into something less radical.

Sod off!

If that's you, Dingo, go away.

I've got 15 pneumatic drills in my brain and it's all your fault.

It's not Dingo.

Karen Freestone. The community nurse.

Hi. Sorry about...

I've come to check your drain and change your dressing. Fragile?

-Just a bit.

-You know you'll undo all the good the op's done

if you put too much strain on that knee too quickly.

You're all right - I've kept off it. Honest.

It's only been 24 hours since you were out of theatre.

The anaesthetic's barely worn off.

That'll be why I feel rough, then. That and the 15 pints.

Honestly. I'm a good patient.

Look, that's my transport.

It's a bit dodgy on corners but it knows every pub between here

and the city centre.

Morning, Mr Peabody. How are you doing?

I bribed him. Two polos and he let me go first.

Have I missed a meeting?

No, I just called in on the off-chance.

Nicky Humphries, systemic lupus - we didn't realise she was working.

A couple of weeks now. She's coping well.

Are we talking about the same woman?

So now I confuse the identities of my patients?

No, it's just, um...

You've prescribed steroids?

She was struggling. It'll give her a bit of a boost.

She was doing OK. Now she's on steroids, what's she going to do

when she gets a flare-up?

-It's not ideal but then it's not an ideal world.

-Will you help her to appeal against the ATOS assessment?

I doubt she'll get anywhere with that if she's working. I told her as much.

She needs the money.

Could you pay your way on what she's receiving now her ESA's stopped? Could I?

She's really been dumped in it and she's got a loan to pay off.

Please, Zoe, don't just turn away. Please.

I did my best to stop her taking any job at all.

I told her it could wreck her health as well as her appeal

but in the end, the choice is hers.

Then we've just got to explain it to her one more time.

If I ask her to come in, can you spare the time?

If I have to.

Not that we'll do much good.

Thanks.

Enough crashing around. What are you after?

Looking for your secret stash of my chocolate biscuits.

Our chocolate biscuits. Number one rule of the kitty.

Give us a biscuit or I'll let down your tyres.

You've got to have a custard cream or something?

Can't stand 'em. Besides, I'm trying to lose weight.

Oh, yeah, who are you after, then?

You don't have to be after anyone to want to look good.

Anyone I know?

Might be. Might not be.

Team member?

I'll give you a clue. You're safe.

Oh, you're breaking my heart.

MUSIC: "Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)" by The Vaccines

# Ra-ra-ra-ra, yeah, you are

# Growin' up, I'm twice the man

# Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I am

# The angel's game, F. Scott Fitzgerald

# The evening news and the morning herald

# I know they're not from very far

# Les femmes, les bars

# C'est pas une joie

# Where you been? You can't say?

# Hey, hey, hey, hey Yeah, you may

# That might seem a bit below

# No, no, no... #

PHONE RINGS

MUSIC STOPS

Ian Hargrave.

Oh, hi, sir.

What, now?

Hey, Matt - tea, coffee or shall I go mad

and do hot chocolate with sprinkles?

-Not for me, I'm trying to get this done.

-One thing I hate, it's clinic.

Hey, Mattie boy, don't fancy entering these for me, do you?

Sorry, no. I'm trying to get the weekly report done.

Frankie. You're wanted.

-I'm putting the kettle on. It's lunchtime.

-It's not work. (Ian!)

What?

She said it's Ian.

Thanks.

I didn't say it was you. They asked me for the names of old boyfriends.

Everyone in the station looking at me sideways.

I mean, it's frowned upon, having a delusional ex.

I mean, someone did your ironing?

Yes.

Andy? Can you spare a minute, please?

Oh, listening at the keyhole?

What time did we finish our last visit last night?

-Ten to ten.

-And I got home about 20 minutes later. Tell him.

-Someone had done the cleaning, put a wash on.

-Tidied up.

Not me! I was team leader on a warehouse search.

We can check that.

We?

Go away, Andy.

No. I don't think so.

Andy. Sorry.

Thanks for coming in.

I thought we'd sorted all this.

I would never try to frighten you.

Or do the ironing.

Done that joke.

I hope Paula knows how crap you are in the house.

Paula doesn't know anything about me and that's how it's going to stay.

I'll never hurt you, Franks.

Oi!

I'm just a big brave plod, not a villain.

You're not brave. Last year...the grass snake?

Shouldn't you be getting your head down?

OK.

No sign of Nicky yet.

We'll give her a few more minutes. Roadworks on the bypass.

How's it going?

-I'm sorry?

-How's the family? Your husband?

You didn't know? James left me last Christmas.

Shacked up with his secretary. Never been known to avoid a cliche.

-That must be very hard. I'm sorry.

-So I'm all alone in the family home.

Well, that's what the solicitor calls it.

You and your boys...

They've all moved on and left me behind.

I'm sorry.

They spend the holidays with him and his child bride-to-be.

But that's all right. It's fine.

They'll realise what he's like, soon enough.

Yes, I'm sure...

Come running home to Mummy.

They used to run and leap into my arms. Almost knock me over.

You know... My peach-perfect boys. Their...

PHONE RINGS

I'm sorry. Hi, Matt.

-'Nicky Humphries for you.'

-Yes, put her through.

Hello, Nicky, where are you?

-'I don't think I'm going to make it in to see you today.'

-No buses?

'I've waited half an hour for one but...'

..my chest feels really tight and my ribs are hurting.

-Oh, yeah Nicky, I'll come and get you.

-No, I've called a taxi. I'm just, um, I'm knackered.

'I'm going to go home, go to bed.'

OK, I'll... Look, we'll catch up when you're feeling a bit better.

Give me a call, OK?

-'Bye-bye.'

-Yes. Bye.

Well, there we go. She's too ill to even TALK to us.

Middle of the afternoon and she's off to bed.

You just can't avoid it, can you?

You've got to get the digs in.

That wasn't a dig.

Whatever I do, wherever I turn, criticism, and complaint.

I get no support at all.

-I've obviously upset you.

-You think so? You really think so?

You have no idea how much you've undermined me. Made my life...

God, you have no idea.

You gone and upset the ice maiden?

Right, that's me done.

How are you getting on with Matt?

Fine. You having problems?

He's a big-mouthed pain in the arse. Fits right in.

Good. So why are you asking?

You don't think, maybe, he's your unwanted guest?

You've seen my steps.

He's not a Dalek, Franks. He says there's no building he can'nae get into

-if he puts his mind to it.

-Don't be soft. He's lovely.

-Yeah - everyone's lovely but it's someone.

-OK. First you try to say it was Ian stalking me.

-I asked if it might be. I didn't accuse him.

-And before then it was Joseph.

But, the thing is, we don't know you, Andy.

You've been here a year

and I don't know any more about you now than I did back then.

-Fra...

-And you got to my house very quickly when I called you the other night.

I was a couple of miles away picking up a balti.

Or were you parked around the corner waiting for me to panic?

You see... it's no madder than saying it was Matt.

I'm sorry.

It's just, you know...I don't want to think about it any more

and you won't let it alone.

OK. But there's nothing much to know about me. No great mystery.

Ex-army medic, ex-husband, ex-mercenary, ex-MI5 spy.

Husband? You were married?

That's the bit you have difficulty believing?

Married!

Bye.

CAR HORN BEEPS

She's your daughter, too.

You know, when you're actually at home,

it wouldn't kill you to do a bit of parenting.

Yes, tell her off. That's exactly what I mean.

Oh, for God's sake.

Stupid man. She runs rings round him.

That's what a girl has a dad for.

To get some practice in for later.

I do feel sorry for her. You know, this, this hair thing.

She wanted to look waif-like.

She's turned out more gremlin.

How long is she grounded for?

Ooh, the rest of her life.

So the school's punished her, you've punished her,

and now you want her dad to have a go?

Bring back the death penalty, eh?

Oh, yeah, it's dead easy, isn't it, being a parent, when you're not one.

Why don't you go home?

Because we have to go out in pairs.

Mary, who's going to know? Go on. Go home.

You know you want to.

# Please it's time Please it's time

# But oh! If we go

# If we just disappear into another atmosphere, hey!

# Hey, what will they say? #

This taking it easy?

Got my foot up, look.

Where's your wheelbarrow, then?

Come join us.

-I haven't seen you.

-Why?

-Because you're a patient.

-And I might want a drink with you later.

-Yeah?

I said might.

# And there's no end to this tunnel

# Whoops-a-daisy here I go... #

I'll get them in, then. Beer, orange juice?

-As long as there's a double voddie in it.

-Paula.

-Stuff it.

I'm sick of fruit juice. A double vodka. I'll get two of everything. I am going to get off my head.

-Paula...

-I'm going to get off my bloody head.

OK, Gwen, thanks for the tea.

Keep me going till I have a nice cold pint.

You're welcome. Bye.

See ya.

So, not pregnant after all, then?

Yeah, I am.

I don't think so. Even you wouldn't be that stupid.

Were you ever pregnant?

Yeah.

I took three tests, and I went to the doctors and then...

You lost it?

Have you told Ian?

I only found out tonight.

Yeah, course you did.

I'll tell him tomorrow. In the morning. Frank...

I'm off.

-What is it?

-Doesn't matter.

-Well, it obviously does.

-Mmm.

-Hey, where are you going?

-I'm off home. I'm tired.

-Well, I'll take you.

Andy said we weren't to leave you on your own.

-Well, Andy should mind his own bloody business.

-It's OK, I've got a car.

MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH

LIFT: 'Door closing.'

Mr Rawlings?

Hello, Mr Rawlings?

Mr Rawlings?

It's Andy, the district nurse.

DOG GROWLS

Argh!

You are allowed to breathe the same air.

-DOG GROWLS

-Argh!

Argh!

Mr Rawlings! Mr Rawlings!

Argh!

-Chocolate?

-Chocolate...

M'hm!

What are you doing here this time of night?

Nicky?

In pain? Anything I can do?

I've taken my Diclofenac.

This is so wrong.

Just pack it in and we'll take you home.

There's got to be something. Maybe you can stay with your parents for a bit?

I'm 36. I left home 12 years ago.

I'm not a kid.

I know but...

My parents live in a warden bungalow. It's one bedroom.

Why should they suffer just because the system's screwing me over?

OK, Nicky, I get it, but this really can't go on.

OK, you've got your GP backing you, we'll get your whole care team onside.

Oh, grow up! Frankie, sorry, but really...

It could take them months to get to my appeal,

and then I have to work while they go through the process.

I know it's a stupid waste of time because when they do they'll say

"You're working, so you're obviously fit to work."

It's what we call being stuffed.

Don't you ever give up?

If I can do anything...

I don't know... anything.

As a friend...

Mr Rawlings. Mr Rawlings.

RADIO: 'Charlie Echo, proceed to 7 Cooper House, Larkrise Flats.'

'Report of a possible dog attack.'

POLICE CAR SIREN

Oi! Don't just leave me here. Hi, guys. Come on!

I thought they'd never leave.

Give us a hand.

Argh!

My leg!

SHE LAUGHS

It's not that funny!

In there.

DOG GROWLS

Shit.

DOG BARKS

You bastard!

Cup of tea?

-It's not really her fault that she's in debt.

-It's not yours, either.

It's what happens when you're in long-term unemployment.

No-one said we could solve the problems of the world.

-RADIO: 'We'll have Lynne to ruin a perfectly good morning with her traffic news.'

-What's this?

Ken Bruce?

iPlayer. Is that very wrong?

It's a bit...

Nicky Humphries isn't the only one.

You know, having to work when you're too ill - it could be the last

straw for people who are already struggling, mentally, physically.

You read about people taking their own lives because they're so desperate.

-Nicky is not going to do that.

-No, because she's a strong, determined woman

but that doesn't mean she should be put in this position, Ange.

Oh, it's going to be a long night.

I mean, this Ken Bruce thing. Are you getting any help?

-We're going to have to get these covered up - find something clean.

-Paddy! How long now?

-Vet and dog squad on the way.

-Will this do?

-Is there some clingfilm to put underneath it to stop it sticking?

-There's this, and a can of beans.

Right, it's going to have to do.

Ah!

I hope he's OK in there.

What, you think he's dead?

Dead drunk. There's tons of bottles under the sofa.

Good job you got here when you did.

We were at Frankie's.

-What? You talked to her?

-No.

So why were you there, then?

-Because I'm a police officer.

-Right, you weren't harassing her?

-You what?

-Or stalking her?

-That's your job, is it?

If I find out it's you that's been scaring her...

Oh, come on, what is this? The crap boyfriend suddenly gets protective?

Sorry, ex-boyfriend.

RADIO: 'Ian! You there?'

No, we've climbed out the window. Course I'm here.

'We're coming in. The vet's here to sedate the dog.'

Yeah, just get on with it, Paddy. We don't need a bloody commentary.

DOG BARKS

Where are you going?

I've still got my patient to see to.

Oh, my hero.

Mr Rawlings!

Mr Rawlings!

Oh, I need to sit down.

I knew that wheelbarrow was a stupid idea.

Too many hills in Bristol.

Yeah, if we'd have gone the other way, no steps...

Here it is. A proper cab.

I like those best, don't you?

Mine or yours? Tim?

I've got to get back. I feel a bit rough.

Yours, then. Uni residence, Avon Hall.

-I'm sorry, Karen.

-Tim! You've locked me out.

I'm sorry.

SHE SOBS

Come on, tell me.

Why did I do it? I look so stupid.

I'm so ugly.

You're lovely.

Feel it, Mum. Feel it.

Well, at least it's growing.

It's stubble. Just like a horrible beardy thing.

I can't bear to touch it.

Would it help if I shaved mine off too?

You know, if I had a little... I don't know... A mohican?

-Mum!

-Because then you wouldn't feel so freakish.

I'd have a freaky mum. Don't you dare.

Please, don't. Promise me.

What's it worth?

That's so mean.

I'm in, like, distress here and you're just laughing at me.

Well, that's cos you're funny.

You're my lovely, funny, stroppy girl.

You OK?

Just cos I'm not singing and dancing?

-I'm all right. Thanks, Matt.

-We're a bit thin on the ground today. Where is everyone?

Paula texted. She'll be half an hour late.

Let's just hope she's doing her best to sort her life out.

-What the hell have you been doing?

-What have you done?

Don't ask.

Why wasn't Mary with you?

You see, I knew you'd go straight for that.

She could have got help straight away, not an hour later.

She'd had a domestic, I felt sorry for her.

You know the rules. After-hour visits always in pairs.

Idiot.

Well, it's put me off buying a dog!

At least it wasn't a complete waste.

Those fingers are cyanosed - is the bandage too tight?

No, it's just bruising.

-Ow!

-I'm sorry! Sorry! Hey!

Ow! Agh, agh!

I'm sorry. I am, I am sorry.

Is there anything I can do?

Yes. Stop laughing.

I think it's called kissing it better.

How the hell do I get all the visits covered now?

He can't drive like that.

Oi. Disablist.

And Paula still hasn't turned up.

-What? What have you two been up to?

-Nothing.

We'll speak lunchtime, Mary.

Oh, yes. That'll be nice.

I wouldn't bank on it.

Thing is, Paula, I haven't got anything more to say to you.

And whatever I do say just seems to upset you.

-Ian, I need...

-You know, with time, it will just get easier.

Course it will. But, you know, for now...

There's no baby.

I lost it.

Or...

It wasn't dramatic. I'm just not pregnant any more.

You were, though?

You know I was.

Or were you just making a fool out of me for the fun of it?

When did you know?

Was it before I told my boss?

My dad? My mates?

Bloody hell.

I'm sorry.

Right, we'll take off the old dressing first and check the drain.

Er, about last night.

I'd rather concentrate on this.

What?

How are you feeling?

Terrible.

Right. I'm sorry.

You need the hospital.

Every minute matters. You need to get IV antibiotics going.

Your leg's infected, big time.

Why didn't you tell me how bad it was last night?

I couldn't. I'd had an accident.

That was my fault, I shouldn't have taken you down those steps.

Not that sort of accident.

An "accident".

Oh, right.

Well, you were brewing a massive infection. These things happen.

But not on a first date.

No. That's a bit random, as first dates go.

I'll call the hospital tomorrow. See how you're getting on.

Karen!

Thanks for everything.

Yeah.

All right, love?

Thanks.

-Frankie Maddox.

-'Hi.'

You know you said if there was ever anything that you could do...

as a friend?

She can't even get up the energy to walk through the shop doorway.

-I'm not the Department of Work and Pensions. I didn't do this to her.

-No-one is saying you did

but she's handed in her notice. She's going back to her parents. How distressing that must be.

-It's not forever. You don't think you're making heavy weather of this?

-Well, possibly.

But at least she stands a chance with her appeal now. And you will back her, won't you?

I don't appreciate being told what to do by a nurse.

-I'm just asking a question. Good God!

-You are determined to undermine and belittle me.

It's become some sort of obsession.

I'm trying to make sure that my patient doesn't seriously compromise her health just to survive.

-Which she already has done.

-There. Another attack on my professional judgement.

-This is not about you.

The universe does not revolve around your ego.

That's enough. I want you out of here. Get out.

Get out!

I'll be in touch with the district nurses in this area. All right?

They won't be the same as you.

Every cloud.

And you'll need to register with your parents' GP.

-Yeah, I will. Don't worry.

-But the thing is, you've proved the assessment wrong,

so you've got a very strong case for your appeal.

Every cloud.

You'll be OK.

As long as we dodge the bills until we get all this sorted.

You'll be sleeping on the sofa?

We'll cope.

Hi, Dad. It's your very own bad penny.

Oh, come here.

Right, my man, that's me off.

Up the apples and pears to Bedfordshire,

where the bugs don't bite and the dreams are sweet.

My granny used to say that every night of her life.

Yeah, we had her put down.

Do you fancy a pizza?

I feel like garlic bread and cheap lager.

So much for losing weight.

Well, there's no point, is there?

She got off with someone last night.

Young, handsome, cocky, you know?

-Karen?

-Ssh - she's not left for home yet.

This is your chance.

Karen! Get yourself in here! Right here. Right now!

Oi! You don't yell at me like that - where's he gone?

-Who?

-Andy, yelling like a madman.

He was just being his granny. Mucking about. You know.

You're not going straight home, are you?

Don't have to.

The Dancing Ferret? Fancy it?

-Right. Good thinking.

-Serious drinking!

I'll race you there.

You changed your locks.

Why did you do that?

How did you get in here?

I tried ringing the bell. Climbing over garden fences at my age!

I don't understand, sorry.

I had to break a window.

I don't understand.

I'm not mad. I know it seems mad.

I know this is the worst thing I could do.

But there you go. These things happen.

So the stalking, and the ironing, and the videoing...that was you?

And you stole my bag, and you came in here, and you terrified me.

Can't do right for doing wrong, then. You're very vulnerable, you know.

I'm sorry, I'm finding this really, really confusing. Why are you here?

Because...

To warn you. Time you stopped undermining me.

To mark your card. Oh, If you're thinking of calling someone, forget it.

I've unplugged the phone and your mobile is in my pocket. It's the only way I can make you listen.

You could lose your job the way you talk to me.

-You think you can get away with anything, don't you?

-No.

You and your optimism, and your, your big smile and your "can do".

I'm sorry if I've upset you.

You think it'll be that easy to win me over?

I watch you and your team, men falling at your feet,

but you can't get me like that.

John Strider - do you know John?

Yes, Dr Strider.

Senior partner. And a good friend.

He's worried about me. "Depressed". But I'm not.

I've done everything right, my whole life.

I worked hard, I studied hard, I...married well.

Raised...two great,

-clever boys. Lovely boys.

-You haven't touched your tea.

There's so much to think about, you see.

What? Oh, yeah, sorry.

If I could just switch off.

If there was a switch.

I'm so tired.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I think you're in some sort of crisis and you need some help and support.

That complaint - Liana Corden - you tried to ruin me then.

That was you complaining about me, Zoe.

-Sorry?

-That was you... DOORBELL RINGS

-I'm going to answer the door.

-No!

I'm sorry, this is not acceptable now.

DOORBELL RINGS

I haven't finished.

Dinner is served!

-Not a word.

-I know you're in there.

It's Andy. He knows I'm in.

-You're not going to hurt anyone, are you? You wouldn't...

-I know you've got everyone on your side.

But all I ever wanted is this - you and me, talking.

Putting things right.

Please put them down.

-You hanging around, again?

-What are you doing here?

You think you're in there, do you?

She invited me.

How about you?

And even when you do everything you can, someone comes along carping

-and criticising.

-No, I was concerned.

-She wanted a job and I made it possible for her.

You can't shut me up like that, OK?

Please, please, just put them down,

and we can go through to the kitchen and make a nice supper.

I'm not stupid.

I know...I know we can't go back as if nothing's happened.

I know I've stepped out of the frame.

You can always step back in again, Zoe.

My partners won't want me.

My husband doesn't want me.

I've outlived my usefulness.

Frankie! It's me. Frankie?

-Five minutes.

-Your korma's getting cold.

It's all right. It's no-one. It's just Ian.

Chips and a saveloy, you watch.

It's no-one.

I'll be struck off.

Why? No-one knows about this. Just you and me.

And them, outside.

No. They don't need to know anything.

-You've been to the police.

-And they were useless.

You're the master criminal.

Think about your boys.

They won't care. They won't even notice.

This is empty-nest syndrome, Zoe.

This is such a bad case of empty-nest syndrome and it's come

on top of other things, and the thing is, you're exhausted.

I am.

And nothing that's happened to you tonight is terrible.

Really, no, not really.

You're exhausted and a bit broken-hearted

and I promise you, you will recover and you'll put things right again.

-I promise.

-There you go again. Promising things.

I never learn.

Just you and me know what went on here tonight and we can sort this out.

You always think you can make things right.

Sometimes we can.

My life was going to be...

I was going to do so much.

Step back into the frame, Zoe. For your lovely boys.

For your peach-perfect boys.

-How's the arm?

-It's fine.

I might get a commendation for that. Saving you.

What? For courageous door-slamming?

You don't really think you're going to get back with her, do you?

If she'll have me.

What? You can't think you and her?

If she'll have me.

Door's open. I'll see you later.

Well, it's big, but it's not ugly.

It was a wonderful family home.

I hate it now.

With a vengeance.

Bloody men, eh?

I'm um...

..I'm sorry.

Not a problem. Honestly. It's men, that's the thing. They...

..shake us up.

Oh, it's Dr Strider.

I said you were a bit tearful and upset.

Whatever else you want to tell him, that's up to you.

-Will you be all right?

-I will, yes.

What did the ice queen want?

Nothing. What have you two been up to?

Just go in there and sit down.

-You all right?

-I'm fine. What's going on?

Isn't that stone-cold?

Microwave.

I put mine in the cooker. Safer.

-It's not.

-It's your favourite, Indian.

No. She likes Thai best.

Thai?

Indian?

MUSIC: "Next To Me" by Emeli Sande

# You won't find him drinking under tables

# Rolling dice and staying out till three

# You won't ever find him being unfaithful

# You will find him, you'll find him next to me

# You won't find him trying to chase the devil

# For money, fame, for power, out of grief

# You won't ever find him where the rest go

# You will find him, you'll find him next to me

# Next to me, ooh-hoo

# Next to me, ooh-hoo

# Next to me, ooh-hoo

# You will find him, you'll find him next to me. #

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