[monitor beeping]
It was good to see you. - Thanks for coming.
I was a bit surprised that you went ahead
with the kids' birthday party today.
Why? Why wouldn't I?
Can you tell me what you are doing here?
In these kinds of cases, where a very young child
is brought into hospital with an unexplained injury,
the police and children's services investigate jointly.
Um, she was sick. She wasn't injured.
You haven't spoken to your wife?
Her phone must be out of battery.
Betsey has a depressed fracture on the back of her skull.
This kind of injury suggests significant physical force.
Something out of the ordinary. This is a serious matter.
Can this wait until after I have seen my daughter?
I understand why you had want to go, Mr Carrisford.
Betsey's receiving the best possible care.
Surely you have spoken to my wife? There must be some explanation.
We don't have any answers, Mr Carrisford, that's why we are here.
I don't know what the hell is going on.
I just want to see my baby. - And you will.
But first, we need to take a look around.
We will start in Betsey's room. All right?
Is that necessary?
All right.
Get ready for some expensive lawyers.
Yeah.
Jess.
How did this happen? I am completely in the dark here.
I didn't even know what to say to them.
Jess, why didn't you tell me?
Jess, speak to me!
You should have called me.
Jess!
Ed, please not now.
SOCO's dispatched a unit.
She took the sheets off.
That was quick.
Everything's perfect.
A bit too perfect.
How could you let me think that this wasn't serious?
Why didn't you tell me that she was hurt?
Possibly domestic violence? - Maybe.
I would have gone to the hospital if I had known.
What are the doctors saying?
Is she going to be all right? Is she okay?
What is going on?
Why were you hiding in Betsey's room?
I came to get her things, that smell like home.
[knocking on door]
Sorry to interrupt.
We are gonna have our crime scene investigators
come in and take some pictures in Betsey's room.
and the kids... - Sorry, what crime exactly
has been committed? - We don't know, sir.
That's what we are here to find out.
Sorry, sorry, sorry. You are right, yeah.
It's been a lot.
We also need to establish a timeline for yesterday afternoon.
So we'll be interviewing both of you, separately.
[door shuts]
[indistinct chatter]
Lucy will talk to the boys.
It's Christopher and Francis, yeah?
Kit and Frankie.
What, today?
Now? - Please.
I don't feel comfortable with that request.
It's much better if we do this quickly and with your blessing.
Mummy! - Frank.
Frankie, big boy.
We were trying to stay out of your way, but Frankie saw you.
Yeah, of course.
Hi, how was your party, my love?
Mollie! Connor! Come on, we are going.
Where's Betsey?
She is still in the hospital. - Where's your dad?
Oh, he went to go and get the car.
[Jess whispering] Don't be scared, okay?
I am Lucy. You are Kit, right?
Do you guys want to come for a quick little chat?
Yeah? Let's go.
It's all right. Come on.
Frankie, did you build that?
Kit did.
Here. - Do you like blocks?
They are okay.
Here?
I am sorry? - Where Betsey hurt herself.
Was that here? - Uh, yeah.
Or here?
No, on the right.
What does Betsey like to do?
She crawls a lot.
Were you with Betsey and your mummy after school?
Did you have a play date?
Anyone visit?
Stop being such a baby.
Kit, come on. You are not being helpful.
Why are you telling me off?
He is the one not answering the question.
Oh, it's okay. I know you must be tired after your party.
So, Kit, what time did you get home?
After football.
Ben's mum dropped me off.
How were things when you got home, Kit?
Dunno, nothing. Usual stuff.
And how was Betsey?
Crying. She cries a lot in the evening.
Mum calls it the witching hour.
And so it was just you, your brother,
your sister and your mummy, at home last night?
Did you see Betsey fall?
Look, I appreciate this could be a difficult situation.
It's uncomfortable for a friend
to make a social services referral.
Yeah.
Well, we are not as close as we used to be.
It all started in Provence.
Provence?
Shitshow.
I wish we had never gone away last summer.
We started to seea different side to each other.
The sides we normally keep hidden.
Our weaknesses.
The dark, the... the ugly.
Turns out we aren't all as forgiving as we thought.
[indistinct chatter]
[glass clinking]
I just wanted to thank each of you
for coming all the way to Provence,
to spend this week with Charlotte and myself.
It's been ten years since we met
in that dingy little room for our first antenatal class.
Liz, Mel, Jess.
I can't think of stronger, more inspiring mothers.
So, thank you.
Ed, Rob and Nick.
You are all far more handsome,
far more charming, and in far better shape than myself.
And in spite of this,
we have forged a friendship that I value so very much.
So, thank you.
Well thanks for making me cry, Andrew.
That was so sweet, I might throw up.
Ha-ha. Hear, hear, darling.
Here's to another ten years of friendship.
Ten years of friendship. - Ten years.
ALL: Cheers. - Hey!
I am going to make a quick speech. - Oh, no!
Ting-a-ling. Ting, ting, ting. Ting, ting, ting.
Uh, hi, sorry, guys.
I just wanted to make a little speech as well.
I just wanted to say thank you on behalf of the rest of us,
to the Hinmans for, no, inviting us all out here
and introducing us all to a level of luxury
to which I don't think any of us have seen before.
And also for obviously coughing up
the rental on this place,
which must have cost a f***g shedload.
Um, but when the label, my label, is up and running,
okay, me and Mel, we want to invite you all backstage
with all the trimmings, to every major venue in Europe.
And it is going to make this quaint little villa
look like a garden shed in comparison.
Cheers, and good luck with it all.
Cheers! - Cheers.
Cheers. Cheers, Rob.
I can't believe we are finally here.
I am so ready for this.
Somebody's on a mission.
Mm-hm.
Can I have an ice lolly? - In a second.
There's a lady that needs a top-up.
We have got some big news of Rob's to celebrate, right?
Yeah.
You are not excited?
I think I would be if it didn't feel like such a massive risk.
You know,
he is put all our savings into this new label,
and he didn't even tell me, so...
Women preparing food. Men drinking beer by the pool.
I didn't invite you all on holiday
so we could revert to traditional gender stereotypes.
Oh, well, I am not very good at doing nothing, so...
Oh, don't worry. Getting shitfaced
is all I intend to do for the next seven days.
Oh, shit. - Sorry.
I am so sorry. I have got that all over your dress.
That's the bowl you got at the market. Charlotte. - Frankie.
Stay there. Okay? You don't have shoes on.
Charlotte, I am so sorry.
Mummy. - Maybe we could go back to the market and buy you a new one.
No, no. We can't, it was vintage.
What about my ice lolly?
Please?
I will get it. - Look, I am sorry, okay?
It's just, it is a pet peeve of mine
when kids can't say please and thank you.
I am on George all the time. - Oh, we know, constantly.
We know.
Thank you.
Well, not long until we can go on holiday,
just the grown ups.
Then we don't have to mind our Ps and Qs, right?
Yeah, if we even want to go on holiday together again.
Oh, come on.
Of course we will. - Of course we will.
As long as you cheer the f***k up.
[laughter]
I mean, you are killing a bit of a vibe there, Charl.
Sorry.
I am sorry, okay? It's just these hormones I am on.
Mood swings.
You are doing another round of IVF.
I am so sorry, I didn't realise. - I didn't know.
For my sins.
Well, good for you.
Hey.
I really do hope it works out this time, okay?
Thank you, Jess.
How is it this time?
It's exhausting.
You know when they say human pincushion
and roller coaster of emotions, it's exactly that.
And for me to be in this position again
and having to endure it with no guarantees,
it's just, it's brutal and it's frustrating and infuriating.
And I absolutely hate it.
Ladies, avert your gaze.
I know you are over here ogling us young bucks.
Is that your bowl?
That's a shame.
[kids playing]
Just the last few things.
So, yester--
Sorry. I am so sorry.
I, uh... Let me help you.
It's okay.
So walk me through your day yesterday.
Uh, I dropped the boys off at school,
and, uh, Betsey and I were just at home until pick up.
Kit had football, but, um, he was dropped back at home
at 6:30 by his friend's mom.
And after Kit came home, you were just here with the kids.
Everything was normal?
Yeah, regular day.
It's just last night, your story was
was somewhat muddled.
Well, I was exhausted and really worried about my baby.
Okay.
And you put her to bed as normal?
Yes. Put her to bed around 7:30.
She was irritable, but she is teething.
Um, and the boys went down around nine,
and I was pretty wiped out, I went to bed too.
People think that you can't feel alone
if you have young children.
But there's nothing lonelier
than being at home with a screaming baby.
[camera shutter clicking]
Walk me through your movements yesterday. Where were you?
[camera shutter clicking]
Movements?
I was at work until six. Then I went for some drinks.
And got home?
Ten-ish.
I want to go back. - Can you wait?
I wanted to come with you to the hospital.
What about the boys?
I can drop them at Mel's or Charlotte's, maybe?
I don't want to wait.
She needs her milk. - All right.
You go ahead. We will be in touch.
Breastfeeding, it's always been very important to her.
Yeah. My wife and I have just had a baby.
She is evangelical about it, too.
Right. Congratulations.
Boy or girl? - Oh, girl. 13 weeks.
I get it, the breastfeeding thing,
but it makes me feel a bit redundant.
It's like that to begin with.
Um, it's an adjustment. - Yeah.
Makes me wonder, how long will I be banished to the spare room?
Not sure it ever stops.
So was it the way that Betsey was crying
that first alarmed you?
Yeah, exactly.
That's what scared me. The noise, it was, it was wrong.
There was no indication she was hurt?
No visual sign of injury?
Hurt? No. God, no.
I just thought she was, I don't know, just...
Just? - Teething or something.
Right, and then?
And then I noticed that she had vomited, so I picked her up.
Did you panic?
Well, she was alone, and it was obvious something was wrong.
And your wife was...? - She wasn't there.
She was in bed. - Sleeping?
Yes. She was exhausted. Betsey is not a good sleeper.
Right.
And is that normal, usual, for Jess to ignore Betsey like that?
No, not at all.
Jess is the one who always notices these things.
She is the one that gets up in the night to comfort the kids.
Mothers are fiercely protective of their children.
Until they are not.
Why didn't you drive Betsey to the hospital?
Because we have two boys, and I was over the limit.
Thank you.
[Betsey crying]
[Betsey screaming]
[Betsey continues screaming]
Hey. - Hey.
Sorry, I didn't want to ruin your nap.
It's fine.
I hardly slept.
You must be shattered. Go back to sleep.
You are back at hospital in four hours.
What if I did the wrong thing, Nick?
What if I was too quick to push the button?
You were put in an impossible position.
Yeah, but I basically just called in the cavalry
and then left her on her own to defend herself.
You couldn't win, no matter what you did.
[phone vibrating]
God!
Hello? Mum?
Mum! Mum, I can't understand what you are...
Where are you? Where are you?
She got shitfaced and fell over in the supermarket.
I better go and get her.
Yeah. Mum? Mum, I am on my way.
Yes. Stay there. Just stay there. I am coming to get you.
Okay.
It was all such a shock.
And naturally, Ed's out of his mind.
Utter nonsense, the whole situation.
I mean, Jess and Ed are wonderful parents.
They always make me feel quite inadequate, to be honest.
Jess has this charming way of...
Of never being irritated
when the when the children are being particularly annoying?
That's a bit harsh.
I am disappointed with Liz, though.
Bit dramatic to call social services on a friend.
Everyone's very emotional about this.
But the truth is, nobody knows the facts.
I have seen things that make me wonder.
Just saying, there's a fine line between neglect and abuse.
True, but Jess is the most attentive mother
out of all of you. - Excuse me!
George and I are very close.
No, of course you are. I didn't mean that at all.
You are an amazing mum.
All right, yes.
When it comes to Kit and Frankie,
I can somewhat see your point.
And I am telling you, she is never really bonded with Betsey.
Come on, Charl, you don't like Jess,
and you are overprotective of Ed.
I don't know, the authorities may know more than we do.
What? I am just framing this in legal terms.
Please! We both know legal terms
fail to capture the entire spectrum of human existence.
God, Andrew.
There were police at the party. There were social workers.
Yeah, they must be going through hell.
That poor baby.
Yeah. Poor Ed.
Thank you, Mel, for having them.
I have no idea how long we'll be at the hospital.
Of course. - Thank you.
Oh, come on, come on, Frankie.
It's just for one night.
No, I don't want to. - Please. Look. You like Connor.
It's just a sleepover. You will have fun, I promise you.
No! Where's mummy? - She is gone to go see Betsey.
Oh, I don't want to stay at Connor's.
Look. Please. Come here. We don't have a choice.
Frankie, come on. You are going!
No, I am not going! - Yes, you are!
No! - Frankie! Come on. Come here.
Frankie, look, we don't have a choice. - No.
Yes, you are going, come on! - No! No!
Come here! - No!
Frankie, come on. Don't do this! - No!
Ma'am?
Ma'am, please. Please. Can I just see her now?
Just for a second. I won't pick her up, I promise.
You can come with me. - Go home, get some rest.
A good night's sleep and things will look a lot brighter.
I am sure your other kids probably need their mum, huh?
All right, honey, come on, that's enough.
Go play. Okay?
You, too. That's enough.
Someone at the school gate said he had a dad bod,
so he is trying to do 50 lengths a day.
All right. I told Frankie no more screen time.
All the others are on their devices.
Look. We need some chill time, let them, no harm.
Yeah, they will only get square eyes.
Oh, come on, Jess. They have been non-stop all day.
You sure you want to...?
What?
I am just saying, maybe slow down.
You were... - [laughs]
You were hitting it pretty hard last night, so...
Looks great. Any lamb left?
You are too late. - No lamb.
Plenty of chicken, though.
I am not massively into chicken, mate.
Sorry, I didn't think you were hungry.
Oh my... Get off! You are freezing.
Why didn't you think I was hungry?
Because you were swimming... - When have I ever not...
Do you want to go for a dip?
No, I don't want to go for a dip. - Take a dip. - No.
No. Please, no. - God!
She needs to cool down.
Rob! Come on, Rob, she is fully dressed.
Yeah, she needs to cool off.
Don't do it, Rob.
[screams]
Don't do it, Rob! Come on.
[screaming]
Please don't, okay? I am serious.
Okay. - Thank you.
Whoa!
Jesus Christ, Rob!
Whoa!
Stop it! Don't encourage him!
Oh, you poor thing!
Rob! Come on. That's not funny.
Inappropriate. - Honestly, Jesus.
It's a f***g holiday!
Grr.
Cheers. - Cheers.
You all right? - Yes, I am fine.
GYou always have to take it too f***g far.
Here, this will warm you up. - Thank you.
Whisky, Jess? - I am all right, thank you.
Jesus Christ, woman. Do you not have any vices?
She saves all her kinks for the bedroom.
Okay.
Stop. Enough. It's enough.
So that's what Ed says in the bedroom?
Right, okay, you guys stay put.
Liz and I are gonna prep some dessert.
Oh, are we?
Yes, we are. - I was on holiday.
I am not talking to you.
You made that?
Great.
Oh, poor Mel.
Rob's really not the easiest guy in the world, is he?
No, he is not.
But that's how it's always been with those two, isn't it?
All fire, lust and fury. - Mm.
Charlotte's a bit sniffy.
Yeah. Charlotte's Charlotte. - Hey! No!
I am helping.
Don't take it personally.
I mean, it is what it is.
She is always going to be a bit spiky when it comes to you.
Well, she hasn't guessed yet.
She is so clever and sharp.
Guessed what?
Oh my God. Oh, that's so wonderful.
That's great.
It's wonderful. Is it?
It is, isn't it? - Yeah, yeah.
Of course, of course.
Hey.
I am just dreading telling the others.
Especially with Charlotte's news.
Yeah. - I told Ed not to say anything
until we get back home.
Mum's the word.
[laughter]
I didn't even mean to do that. I am just...
He is been well trained.
He is. - Plates. Have you got plates?
Seriously? No, seriously. You have got capital, right?
And you are much more creative than you think.
And you are a mate. That's a good partnership.
I reckon. So... I don't know. Have a think.
Sure. - Listen, when it's ready, send it to me.
If the numbers are good, you know I am in.
This is a chocolate raspberry torte I baked earlier.
Wow. That's amazing. - Ladies and gentlemen,
that is not the only thing that she is been baking.
Ed! - Come on.
What? - Oh, my God. Congratulations.
Oh, my God! Amazing.
How lovely. Here's to number three.
Number three. - Your own little tribe.
A gaggle of Carrisfords. - Five-a-side team.
You could create your own football strip.
Maybe you will vaccinate this one.
Charlotte! - Oh, God.
She is only kidding. - Actually, I am not.
It's a free world, Charlotte. Everyone has the right to choose
what's best for their own children.
Yeah, totally, and also, it's not like
anyone actually dies of measles any more anyway.
They do, actually. - Well, not really.
We have had an increase in cases lately. Not on my watch.
Even so, we are talking about one or two a year.
And there's been an outbreak in whooping cough.
So all your kids should be vaccinated against that.
If a baby under three months gets that,
that could be really serious. - Would anybody like a top-up?
Statistically, it's like, low, right?
You know why that is, Ed?
It's because the rest of us vaccinate our children.
Yeah, but if the rest of us have, don't we have, um...
Oh, my God, what's that thing called?
I think you are talking about herd immunity.
Lovely torte, Jess. It's really...
Wait, what about the vulnerable kids?
'Cause we have got kids at our school who are very susceptible.
Okay, look, there's nothing any of you can say
that would convince me to pump chemicals into my children.
All right. But the risk of a serious infection, that's fine, is it?
Come on. You are living in a bubble of privilege.
Shame on you for not trusting the NHS.
Hey, Liz. f***k's sake.
A ridiculous thing to say. - Is it? Why?
What? Well, you don't, do you? You always go private.
Liz. - I am just saying.
It's my job to protect my children, all right?
And I take that very seriously.
Well...
Liz wasn't used to dinner parties
where the wine flowed that freely.
She can be good fun when she is drunk,
but she doesn't know when to stop.
And that night
things went too far.
Oh, no. No, no, no. No more.
I have got to wrangle the little beasts.
What? It's early.
Come on. They are on holiday. - Let them play.
I will put them to bed later for you.
And listen, I am sorry about earlier.
Got a little heated.
Don't worry.
I am happy for you. Really happy for you guys.
You are gonna be a daddy again.
Oh, go on then. Go and find your gorgeous wife.
[sighs]
[kids talking]
Knock, knock. Hello. How are you getting on in here?
Oh, my goodness, I love this.
It's time for bed. Come on. - No.
It's been a long day, hasn't it? We are all hot and tired.
Come on then. - Mum, please, one more.
All right then, just one, and then it's straight to bed.
Is that a deal? - Yeah.
Should I shut the door? - Yes, please. Thank you.
Bye. - Bye. - Bye.
[kids talking]
Let's make it a triple. - Are you sure Andrew won't mind?
He wouldn't have bought it unless he wanted us to drink it, would he?
But that's his whisky, Rob.
Oh, well, he shouldn't have gone to bed so early,
should he, the boring git?
Honestly, these people got all the money in the world,
and yet they are all so f***g MISERABLE!
[dogs barking]
Cheers.
Why do you even rent a place like this?
It's f***g obscene.
Look at that.
Do you think you could maybe give it a rest now?
Yeah.
Give what a rest?
Pestering Ed for money. - Pestering him?
I mean... - I am not, I am just...
I have been waiting ages for this,
and now I am starting out on my own, I just need...
Since you have been made reduntant.
Wow. - Oh, my God. I am sorry.
I am sorry. Sorry. - f***k me!
I am sorry. - It's okay.
It's just, you know, these are our friends.
It's... - Well...
They are our friends, and
it's a bit embarrassing.
Mm.
Oh, my God.
You are smoking!
Oh, yeah. Busted.
Got it from Rob, obviously.
It's disgusting. - Come here. Let me try.
Mm!
Wow.
You know, I always thought I had be an exceptional... stoner.
Well, you are exceptional at everything.
Hmm. I am a hard worker.
There's a difference.
Uh, first at Oxford.
Straight into one of London's leading law firms.
And then made partner at 35.
Two rounds of IVF, a miscarriage,
a body that refuses to follow its natural,
nurturing instincts and instead provides
a radically hostile environment for vulnerable life forms.
Oh, God. I am sorry. I am sorry.
Of course, I am an idiot.
I knew you had been trying for a while.
You know what? It's fine.
Really, it's okay.
I just said I would try one last time.
For Andrew. - Oh, God.
He wouldn't make you do anything you wouldn't want to.
God, no. Of course not.
Andrew's a good man.
Yeah.
He is a good man.
He deserves better.
Whoa. Charl?
No, I mean...
I feel guilty that I don't
I don't love him the way he wants to be loved.
Charl, I am sure that is not true.
What about you?
Huh? - You are on number three.
Yeah.
Are you excited?
Uh, yeah. Totally. I mean, we both are.
Of course.
There's just this, this, this tiny part of me
that hopes it won't ruin what we already have.
Does that make sense?
[dogs barking]
Oh! Oh, boys!
Frankie?
Sam? Sammie?
Shit!
Sam! Frankie!
Frankie! Sam!
Okay, I am gonna check the villa. You said you put them to bed.
All right. - I am gonna call the owners now
and see if they can let us...
Sam! Frankie! Come on.
Frankie. Come on. - Sam.
Two of our children, they have gone missing.
We think they must be lost.
Tell them they are not strong swimmers. - I know. - Check the pool.
Sam!
It's pitch black out here. They are only seven-years-old.
So they are going to be frightened as anything.
We need to have the numbers of all
the neighbours... - What's going on?
in the area.
Uh, Frankie and Sam, they wandered off.
What do you mean, they wandered off?
Ed said you put them to bed. - I fell asleep
and they were in the den, and now they are...
Fell asleep? What are you talking about, Liz?
Frankie can't swim. What if he fell into a pool?
They are going to be fine. You need to keep calm.
They are not gonna be fine! Where's Ed?
He went that way. They are checking the...
Jess, we are going to find them. It's okay. Frankie! Sam!
Ed! - Frank!
Look, here, there might be somebody calling.
I fell asleep. - It's okay.
Don't worry. Hello?
Frankie!
Jess. - Frankie.
Where's Ed? - He went left at the top of the gate.
Sam!
Come on, guys, it's all right.
Sam!
We won't be cross. Just come out.
Sam!
Frankie?
Sammie!
Frankie!
They are here!
Got them.
Frankie! - Dad!
Here he is.
Sam. - There he is. He is fine.
He is fine. - There you go.
Oh, Sam.
Oh! - Sam.
You okay? - He is okay.
He is okay. - Come here, you silly sausage.
You okay?
You scared me.
Don't do that again, okay?
Okay.
You all right?
It's okay.
Everyone was on the verge of exploding that night.
It was like there was something in the air.
Tensions were sky high.
God help you if you are ever the one
to put Jess' kids in danger.
My mouth feels like I have got a dead dog in it.
I didn't sleep at all. - Yeah, it's called a hangover.
Mm.
You okay?
[Jess sighs]
You know last night with the kids?
You were drinking.
We were all drinking.
But you were drunk.
And, you know, Frankie and Sam,
they could have gotten seriously hurt,
they could have fallen into that pool.
They didn't.
But you were meant to look after them.
Okay.
Is this... Are you...?
I can't believe you had think I am...
Let's drop it.
What if I don't want to drop it?
I am just saying, Liz.
Maybe, maybe take a minute. - From what?
Jess, I fell asleep. The boys are fine.
I don't know why you are making such a big thing of this.
I know. It was more important to get wasted
than look after my children, I get it.
You know what, Jess? This is...
This is actually the first holiday that I have had in years.
You know, I do 60-hour weeks. I am constantly tired.
I have never had enough sleep or spent enough time with my kids,
or, God forbid, done something for myself, like go to the gym.
And my house, it's always a mess.
But there's nothing I can do about that. Nothing.
Because my family are relying on my income to pay the mortgage.
I know. We all need to relax, Liz.
I am just saying, maybe it's time to take a break from the alcohol.
This is my break. Jess. Now. This is it. It's happening.
Next week I am going to be back at work,
and I won't even have time to breathe.
So, please, please, for the love of God,
will you just let me, let me be sloppy.
Let me be lazy and drunk.
Yeah. Just for one short week, please.
Without all the comments.
You are acting just like your mom.
f***k off!
Okay. Look, Liz, you can do what you want,
but just don't do it over my children, okay?
Okay, yeah.
Yeah. No, I shouldn't be juggling a career
and parenting around the...
Oh, dear. What a terrible example I am for your kids.
Sorry, Jess. Sorry I have been busy saving lives
while you have been filling bento boxes with homemade vegan sushi.
That's not what I am saying.
Yes, it is. It is! - No!
No, you, you have the kind of perfect,
privileged life that 99% of women will never, ever have.
Okay. Yeah, my life's not perfect. Uh-uh.
No, but you are, aren't you?
And you make it very clear that the rest of us,
we'll never compare.
Come on, guys, hurry up!
I knew Jess would never trust me again.
We hardly saw each other after that holiday.
I rarely do school pickup,
but when I did, we had be, like, opposite ends of the playground.
And then after she had Betsey, it was like...
It was like we had never been friends.
And then that night, she came into A&E,
and I had to ask myself,
was she capable of hurting her own child,
or was she protecting someone else?
Because she clearly knew more than she was telling me.
[pump whirring]
[breathing heavily]
Liz? - Yes.
Look, I have been reflecting and I think...
I think I was a bit, um, a bit hasty
starting all the child protection procedures.
I am afraid that horse has bolted, as well you know.
No, I just assumed that once you had spoken to the parents
and you know, established what had happened,
then there'd be no reason for further intervention.
But we haven't established what happened.
The mother was vague and the father was clueless.
Look, Jess just doesn't trust me enough to tell me, so...
No, honestly, this is absolutely not necessary.
Because those children are safe and they are loved.
Dr Burgess, we know that you have a personal relationship
with the family, but you made this call based on what you saw.
Yeah, but everything's moving so fast.
Please, believe me when I say
this has to have been an accident.
It just has to. - Thank you, Elizabeth.
Right now, for obvious reasons,
I am going to have to ask you to leave.
I am convinced this isn't an accidental injury.
Mm. We weren't able to interview either of the boys on their own
without dad in the room.
And the interview with the youngest son was troubling.
He was extremely distressed.
I had say there's some undiagnosed behavioural issues.
You okay? What's going on?
Why won't they let me see Betsey?
Take a seat, Mr Carrisford.
I haven't seen Betsey since yesterday.
You both need to sign this first,
before you can see her.
You will be agreeing that while the investigation takes place,
you will not be alone with any of your children.
Any of our children?
That's not going to happen.
This is for the safety of your children.
You have been to our home. You have talked to my family.
We don't need social services.
We are a decent family. - Unfortunately, Mr Carrisford,
child neglect and abuse don't discriminate based on wealth.
This is a witch hunt.
Can I see your manager or director?
You can if you like, but I doubt she will be able to help you.
The law states that when a child is at risk of harm,
children's services, that's me, must take steps to protect them.
How long does this go on for?
Until we know exactly what happened last night.
Can we just slow down a minute?
I am sure there's a perfectly innocent explanation
for how Betsey got hurt, right?
She fell.
She fell. I told you that she fell.
Please sign. Things will go more smoothly if you comply.
I am not signing away our children.
No.
Then we'll have to place your children into foster care.
You can't do that.
YOU CAN'T TAKE OUR CHILDREN!
[Betsey crying]