Hi. I am so glad you could be here.
Hi. - Cheers.
Hi, so good to see you. - You all right?
"Moving across the dance floor
"I see fire in your eyes
"I'll ask you for a drink
"And let your..."
[all cheering]
"Ooh, lover
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah
"Move closer
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah"
To us!
[music fades]
Oh, look at that.
If you squint,
it almost looks like Charlotte's having fun.
[laughs]
LIZ: Go, Charlotte!
I love you. - I love you too, hot mama.
Oh, it's so good not to be mummy for a while.
I know, tell me about it.
I do love my kids.
I know you do. - I love 'em.
But, you know, Ed's never home.
And Frankie's so high maintenance and...
Kit, he is starting to talk like a teenager already.
[Indistinct chatter]
I do need a break sometimes.
I knew it.
She is a mere mortal, after all.
[they laugh]
Yeah.
And, you know, they...
It's just, I have to be responsible all the time.
They don't tell you that.
You know, you, you think you
learn from your parents' mistakes,
and you are going to be
a completely different mother than your own.
But they don't tell you.
It's so freaking hard to be a mother.
It's just...
I take it you have talked Ed out of having a third.
Oh!
Definitely.
I am not having any more kids. - No.
For real. I am not having any more kids.
I mean, seriously.
I think I would kill him.
Oh. - Yeah.
Okay.
Kill him.
[music begins]
[music fades]
We have to find an approved adult to move in
and stay with us as part of a safety plan.
Who are we going to choose? It's got to be someone we trust.
What about Mel? - We don't need supervision.
We can't pick which parts we follow.
We have to accept all of it, however wrong it feels.
Or they are going to take the kids.
But it's unthinkable.
The quickest way out of this
is for us to accept what they are asking.
We haven't done anything wrong, so we sign it.
Both of us.
Does Liz know this is happening?
Can she stop it?
She is done more than enough already.
I am going to find us a way out of this.
For now, we don't have a choice. We have to do what they ask.
It's temporary.
[knock on door]
Everything all right?
Have you signed the forms?
I am not signing a document
that says I can't be alone with my own children.
Would it be possible to talk to Dr Burgess?
Sure.
You will get better.
Do you think you could speak to your friends?
Neil told me to step away from the case.
Yeah, but that's easier said than done.
They don't want to sign the protection plan
and they won't listen to me.
Please don't ask me to do this.
You are the only person they want to see.
Look, I know you are going through hell right now.
I am sorry this is such a nightmare.
No thanks to you. - Ed.
Maybe she can help.
Can you, Liz?
Oh, I really wish I could.
I know this isn't what you want to hear right now,
but you do need to sign the form.
It's just standard procedure for an unexplained injury.
And how is this helping her recovery?
I have to make an appointment with Social Services
to see my own daughter.
If you don't want to sign,
then I am afraid this visit will be forfeited
and we'll assume you don't want to agree to the protection plan.
What happens then?
Then we apply to the Family Court.
But you won't get to see your children in the meantime.
Please, Jess, please... trust me.
Trust me.
ED: For now, we don't have a choice.
JESS: No.
Sign it.
Thank you.
I am so sorry.
I just... I had no idea
that things were going to move so fast.
How could you make that call?
How could you do this to us?
They threatened to take away our sons
and put them into foster care.
I know, I am so sorry.
You started all of this!
Yeah, but I couldn't give you special treatment
just because you are my friend.
This is designed for strangers who beat their children.
Strangers you don't trust.
Not friends.
You leave your children alone with me.
I have known you for ten years, Liz.
Ten years!
And now you don't care. You don't care.
I do care. Of course I care.
ED: Oh, God.
I didn't know what to expect.
Why is she so out of it?
LIZ: It's okay. She is, she is naturally drowsy.
It's because of the increase in intracranial pressure
in her head.
Can I touch her?
It's fine by me.
Yeah. Just be really careful.
Hey.
Hey, Betsey. Dad's here.
Okay?
Dad's here. Everything's gonna be fine.
[flatline tone blares]
Help her!
BETSEY!
Dad's here. Everything's going to be all right.
Dad's here.
Okay.
I can't be here.
I am sorry. I am not really helping.
I will wait out here.
They say you lose your identity by becoming a mother.
But it doesn't have to be all-consuming.
At least it shouldn't be.
Jess, I need to know everything
that happened at the hospital last night.
Because right now, I haven't got a clue.
You just made me sign away our children.
Don't.
Don't do that.
I am doing whatever is necessary to get us through this.
I am the only one here trying to find a solution.
What do you want? A medal?
Why are you talking to me like that?
Because I am not allowed to look after my own children!
And why is that?
You know just as much as I do. Okay?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?!
What could be more important than the future of our family?
I am cleaning! Because the police left a mess!
[echo of Betsey crying]
And Betsey is upstairs screaming!
f***k's sake!
Oh, what the f***k have we done?
Sorry, another one.
I do love Betsey.
[Betsey crying]
I love her.
[Betsey screaming]
I love her.
I love her so much. But
sometimes I do wish we never had another one.
[Betsey fussing]
I just hate how you are at their beck and call.
You are always dancing to their tune.
Anyway, why did you say yes without asking me?
Well, I couldn't say no.
They are our friends. They need our help.
Yeah, but you do too much for them.
You are the one whose always trying to impress them.
What? - I need to be there for my friend.
She is going through hell. They both are.
You know the pressure we are under, right?
Look, Jess, she is like family.
I am your family. Okay? Rob the mug.
And now I am looking after the kids for weeks.
It wasn't part of the deal. - Oh, my God, it's a week!
It's one f***g week!
It's not funny.
[sighs]
Rob?
Rob, I am sorry.
All right, mate? - Hey.
Come through. - Thank you.
How are you doing? You all right?
Busy. You?
Yeah. Same old. Living the dream.
So... SOCO didn't find anything.
Our assumption has to be
that one of the parents knows more than they are letting on.
Mm-hm. Well, from my side, the mum, Jessica,
she is been uncooperative throughout this whole process.
Right, but I don't see her as violent though.
You don't have to be violent to hurt a baby.
You know yourself, they can drive a saint to insanity.
Especially if you are fragile to begin with.
Yeah, but there's something off about Ed as well.
We have got to consider DV. She seems scared.
Yeah, I agree.
We still don't have enough to arrest.
Someone in that house harmed that baby,
and one of them is lying about it.
Plus, these rich families concealing things
seems to come more naturally.
LUCY:Oh, they are used to being treated differently.
As if they couldn't be on our radar.
Well, they are now.
Okay, everybody, let's keep going. Almost there.
Jess!
Je...
I am just saying, if my child was in the hospital,
I wouldn't be out running.
Parents who bury their head in the sand,
they drive me crazy.
[panting]
Hiya. - Hi.
I am Rob. Pleased to meet you.
And this is Lucy Harding.
Ed and Jess' social worker.
Oh, wow, Jesus.
That's a sentence I never expected to hear.
What a terrible situation, eh?
Okay. - Just going to get a coffee.
I am not going to sugarcoat it.
This is not going to be an easy task.
We will require daily written reports.
You will be supervising all their interactions with the children.
And if there's a hint of any suspicion or doubt,
you need to call me or the police.
Now, there is a chance that this may provoke some resentment
or ill-feeling,
but I just want to make sure that you are aware of that.
Yeah. I mean, I had do anything for Jess.
It would kill her to have the kids in foster care.
And Frankie would just melt down.
He is, he is not been doing well here.
Poor love. He is barely said a word.
How are you feeling about all this, Rob?
I am - -
Oh, Rob is very supportive.
He and Ed are actually good mates.
They are going into business together.
Well, I mean, just 'cause Ed might invest
doesn't make us business partners, but, yeah, I mean,
anything to help the Carrisfords, yeah.
It's the least we can do. And, you know, let's not forget,
kids are the most important thing here, right?
Mel's fantastic with them.
She will make the make the perfect undercover agent, yeah.
Eyes on the ground.
Yeah, okay.
Oh, my God.
Oh!
[groans]
What's all this?
I am trying to make it perfect for Mel.
It is perfect.
I am making a picnic for you and the boys.
I had love to come,
but, I am gonna go straight back to the hospital.
We are not allowed to go there without a social worker.
Yeah, well, I don't know what else to do.
I am lactating or pregnant for the past decade, and now I am
expected to do nothing,
and behave as if my children don't exist.
If you were finding it all too much,
you would have said something, wouldn't you?
You said that three would be the magic number, didn't you?
But ever since Betsey's been born,
you really haven't been here much.
And how do you think we pay for the three children
and this house and all of this?
It's just how we have always done it.
Look, that's not the point right now.
No, it's not.
Where were you on Friday?
Come on. What are you talking about?
You don't think I notice?
Come home late.
You are drunk. Lose your temper.
With everything that's going on,
this is really what you are fixating on?
What are you really asking, Ed?
Just tell me what you want me to say to the police,
and I will say it.
You think I hurt her.
I can't protect you if you are not honest with me.
Don't talk to me about honesty.
Hey, stop! Stop!
F***k off!
If that's how you are gonna make me feel.
We shouldn't be in this position in the first place.
You are right.
[children playing, shouting]
Good girl, Mollie. Go on!
Oh, no! - Chin up, George.
I am sure you will get a few minutes of play before the end.
Go on, go on, Kit!
Go on, go on. - Come on!
Yeah!
Whoo-hoo. - Lovely.
Nice work.
[Indistinct chatter]
High five. - Thank you.
You have single-handedly kept my children out of foster care.
I know you had do it for me.
He is avoiding us.
Yeah, a guilty conscience.
Have you spoken to Liz?
She offered her help at the hospital.
And?
The Liz that I thought I knew,
the Liz that I trusted, would never have done what she did.
She had have fought for us.
Oh, foul!
[Indistinct chatter]
Kit! Hey, Kit!
No! Kit. Cut it out!
No, Kit!
Idiot! - Get off him! - Get off me!
Get off him! - Kit! Kit! That's enough!
That's enough! - Get off me! - Get off him!
Come here. - Off. That's a red card.
What are you doing?
Brutal. - That's a bit much.
What was that about? - What?
Sit down.
You never hit another player.
It doesn't matter what they have done.
Told you. And now you are on the bench.
Hey, Kit!
Hey.
Take that. I think you need it.
Listen, if you want legal representation,
just say the word, okay?
I will put the call out for the most aggressive bastards I can find.
I am on it, Charl.
Mel is considered more responsible than you.
You need a lawyer.
I keep thinking about what you said the other day.
I shouldn't have said anything.
I really don't want to talk about it.
I get it.
No-one wants to think the worst about the person they love.
Well, let's not talk about Jess like that, shall we?
I am just saying, Eddie.
Jess isn't the only one under suspicion here.
You have to protect yourself and the children
in case the worst comes to light.
Oh, for Christ's sake. Charlotte, just stop.
Betsey Carrisford, please.
Excuse me.
Excuse me!
Hey!
Hello?
Excuse me, please.
Betsey Carrisford?
Hey! Sir, she needs her feed. - Sorry.
That's it. Oh, go on, George.
Oh, so close.
Hey, Liz. - Hey.
How are you?
Yeah.
Look, I just wanted you to know
that I know you would never have called social services
unless you had a damn good reason.
What happened?
Come on, Charlotte.
You wouldn't talk to me about a legal case, would you?
No, of course not.
But if I knew that somebody had a vital piece of evidence,
I would listen to what they had to say.
Right.
So, I saw Ed that afternoon. We bumped into each other and
he and Jess had had a huge argument,
and she was really angry.
I am sorry.
I don't know what you want me to do with that information.
So, Ed and Jess had a row. So what?
The day that Betsey got hurt.
What? And...?
Come on, Charlotte, I know how to treat a skull fracture.
I am not the police, all right? I am not social services.
ROB: You let yourself down a little bit.
Hey.
Okay, sure. - I am gonna...
MEL: Come on, Mollie.
That's it. - Let's go, Pinks.
MEL: Go on, George.
Oh. So close.
Hey. - Hey. Thanks for that.
She knows she shouldn't have done it.
It was a skull fracture.
Kids break their bones all the time.
Yeah, not their skulls.
Have you spoken to Ed?
No, I thought I had give him some space, you know?
Yeah.
Thing is, if I don't, it's gonna look like I am avoiding him.
I think you are.
Yeah, but then I am going to look guilty.
Just stop thinking. Watch the game.
I am going over. - Liz, it'll end in tears.
Hi. - Hey.
Hey, do you want one of these?
Yeah, thanks.
Four kids I had last night.
Two distraught, traumatised little boys with their questions
and their anxieties.
I had to figure out what to tell them.
Mel, just...
I am glad you were there for them.
I can't even comprehend
what Jess must be going through right now.
Mel, you know doctors have protocols to follow.
Did you personally make the call to social services?
The whole team had concerns, Mel.
We couldn't guarantee that someone hadn't hurt Betsey.
Oh, my God, I can guarantee it.
Oh, really? Great. Please, do.
Tell me how she is ended up lying in hospital
with a fractured skull and a haematoma pressing on her brain.
All right. - Go on.
Thanks! - Shit!
LIZ: Ed, I am so sorry. - Obviously, I didn't mean it.
You have done enough. - It's getting to all of us.
What? - Relax, relax, relax.
Look, everyone's watching. - Ed.
Ed. - Yeah, they are talking about my daughter.
Let's go and talk over here. I am saying let's talk about it.
ED: You are talking about my daughter in front of everyone.
Don't go over there. Just leave them be.
Ed. - Everyone is watching, yeah.
Come on. - Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Look, it was an accident, okay? - It's fine, I am fine.
It was an accident. - What the hell?
You grabbed me. - Are you okay? - Sorry.
I don't think it was on purpose.
It was an accident.
All right? - Ed, I am just saying...
Don't. Don't come near me again.
You okay? - I am fine.
Are you sure? - Just...
I mean, no matter how close we were before all this,
who knows what goes on behind closed doors?
We all have our secrets, our limits
on what we are willing to share.
CHARLOTTE:They're a different breed, the stay at home mums.
At the school gates, relaxed and cheerful in their running Lycra.
Unlike us, working mothers.
We drop and run,
our guilt firmly compartmentalised.
I mean, no-one can claim to know everything
about someone else, can they?
Shoes off, boys. Shoes off.
Mum?
Mummy?
Mum? Mummy!
Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.
[kissing]
Hi. - How you doing?
Kit scored a goal.
You did? Wow. I am so proud of you.
Yeah. And then he hit a kid on the other team
and got red carded, didn't you?
It wasn't my fault! - Kit.
Go to your room.
I will make us some tea.
Uh, we should sit down and discuss Mel's role
and how we can assist her.
In a bit. I just want to spend some time with the boys.
I haven't seen them. - The social worker made it rather clear
that she had certain expectations.
And I think we should clarify those.
It can wait.
It's been an emotional few days for you guys.
Yeah.
Hey.
I have heard that there are some new birthday presents
that I haven't seen.
Are you going to show me?
Yeah. - Go. I will race you. Come on.
[Jess laughing]
No, go settle in.
Ah, part of the agreement is that I would...
God, this is ridiculous.
Um... I have to be with you whenever you are with the boys.
You are in the same house. Isn't that enough?
Mummy! You coming?
Okay. All right. Got it.
Come on.
Let's go show aunt Mel too.
I spoke to Liz, and I am telling you,
clearly it's the absence of an explanation
and Jess's furtive behaviour
that's triggered this whole avalanche
of police and social services.
Sorry, Liz said that? - Mm-hm.
Well, I put two and two together.
I mean, if she just said,
"My baby fell off the bed and banged her head,"
then none of this would be happening.
Well, regardless of how Jess is or isn't behaving,
there's a baby with an unexplained injury.
They will be looking at Ed just as closely.
I might reach out to Louisa.
You know, the family solicitor from my old law firm.
She is a real pit bull.
Louisa Reid? - Yeah.
I had be careful, Charlotte, if I were you.
What do you mean?
I am just saying, you shouldn't get involved.
I think Ed needs to protect himself.
But family courts tear families apart.
They pit couples against each other
and turn their lives into all-out war.
Yeah, I know that.
Right, so let the police do their work.
Anyway, I, uh, wanted to talk to you about something.
What?
Don't sound too enthusiastic.
I am aware that after the miscarriage,
it was supposed to be our last
throw of the dice. And yet, here we are.
I wanted to thank you for doing another round of IVF.
We agreed, didn't we?
And if this doesn't work, I have been thinking about
surrogacy.
Oh.
Well, hear me out. - Absolutely not.
Maybe it's something...
Maybe this is something we should, you know,
address in therapy. - Therapy?
Jesus Christ, Andrew, I did the requisite six sessions.
You cannot be saying you expect me to do any more.
I think it's a helpful way for us to mediate our issues.
What do you mean? My failing womb?
No, absolutely not, Charlotte. - Then why
are you suggesting hiring somebody else's
fully-functioning non-failing womb?
Thanks a lot.
Hey. - Hey.
Still a little tender.
No.
Fine.
I can't believe I almost went for Ed.
You sure you are okay? - I am fine!
I have had worse off my mum over the years.
Yes, that is true. It's true.
Although, she thrives on making you feel miserable,
so comparing anything to her is setting the bar incredibly low.
It's true.
I have never seen Ed react like that.
Just lost it.
At Kit, and then at you.
Must be the pressure, right?
Yeah, but Kit's behaviour at the football afterwards.
I see this kind of thing at school all the time.
You know, when parents come in, it's like violence
violence is learned.
Sometimes.
I love you. - Love you.
[Ed reading indistinctly]
MEL: Kit.
Where does your mummy keep the knives?
Over there.
What?
Key's up there.
Thanks, love.
Why is the kettle in here?
I had to boil the water in the bloody pan.
Wait.
We have to leave the room when Mum uses a knife.
Why?
In case we get hurt.
Hurt by who?
I had like to keep monitoring Betsey
for at least another 24 to 48 hours
to ensure she doesn't knock herself
and experience another bleed or have any seizures.
Christ, is that likely?
I thought she was supposed to be getting better.
It's just a precaution.
Right. Thank you for your time, Doctor.
Okay.
It's hard when they are not well.
You and your wife must be exhausted.
Yeah, we are.
Neither of us have slept much since Friday,
But we are trying our best to get through it.
Times like these are really tough.
When you are feeling overwhelmed,
it's important to recognise your limits.
Do you have a healthy way to manage your emotions?
I am focused on my little girl right now.
I am not thinking about myself.
But if it makes you feel any better
let's just say I am managing.
Thank you for your concern.
Mrs Hinman? - DC Rustin?
That's me. - Thank you for seeing me.
No, thanks for coming down.
I saw Ed on Friday.
He had gone home at lunchtime specifically to surprise Jess
with a large bouquet of flowers.
And she just responded by kicking him out.
You were at the Carrisford residence
when you witnessed this?
No, no, I happened to bump into Ed shortly after that.
He was in a bit of a state, actually.
You all right, Ed? - Yeah, sorry.
Jess and I had a stupid argument.
It's not been easy with Betsey, has it?
You know what? Three is really hard work.
I just wish that, um, Jess enjoyed motherhood
a little bit more.
It all seems a bit of a penance for her right now.
She is just so tightly wound and angry.
Oh, I shouldn't be talking about this.
I am a mess.
Come on.
So, anyway, we went for a drink,
and he confided in me just how incredibly intense
and controlling she can be.
I really needed this.
I really needed to unwind.
It has been a long week. It has been a long ten months.
You know, I can tell. You look like shit.
Well, thank you very much.
I have to say, though, you have aged disturbingly well.
Much better than I have.
Uh, not true, Webber.
You haven't changed a bit.
No? - No.
You still look exactly the same as you did at uni.
So I am saying, if you are suspicious of him,
well, you are directing your concerns at the wrong person.
Thank you very much for reaching out, Mrs Hinman.
You have been incredibly helpful.
Of course.
Mm.
I should probably... go home.
Yeah.
To your darling wife
and your three little angels.
Right uh... Sorry.
Okay, I guess we are not going home just yet.
I do love Betsey. I love her so much, but
sometimes I do wish we never had another one.
For you.
Kit, come on.
Stop. Thank you.
[phone ringing]
Hiya. ROB:You all right?
Thinking about bringing the kids round for dinner.
Rob, you can't come round.
What? Why not? - Because we are busy.
Yeah, but there's no food here. - There's lasagne, pizza.
There's chips and nuggets in the freezer.
There's plenty of food.
Deal with it!
You not hungry?
He won't eat it if the carrots are touching the broccoli.
Okay.
Here we go.
Problem solved.
He is got a special plate with separate compartments.
So he does.
Does um...
Does mummy always lock away the knives
and the blender and the toaster?
Um, it depends how she feels like.
It depends on if Daddy's home.
There you go.
You ready to go?
I have still got Betsey's rabbit. - What...?
Oh, Miss Harding, I forgot to give this to her.
Oh, yeah, you can bring it in.
I will wait here.
Thanks.
Mrs Carrisford. - Yeah.
This, this is a complex case.
Uh, often parents find themselves
facing impossible choices.
They are forced into assessing
whether the children are their first priority or their partner.
What are you trying to say?
I am not saying anything. I am just, just making an observation.
Well, I think you might be overstepping the mark.
How are things between you and your husband?
They were perfectly fine until Friday night.
Okay, well, listen, if anything springs to mind,
anything unusual
anything
you can always give me a call.
Oh, come on, Frank. It's nearly bedtime.
Can't we print this off in the morning?
No.
Okay. What do we need?
A picture of a whale.
All right, so you go on, check the printer,
and I will look for this.
FRANKIE: It's on.
[[monitor beeping]
[beeping intensifies]
[flateline tone blares]
Mrs Carrisford?
Time to go.
- LUCY [on phone]: - Oh, they are still playing Happy Families.
They won't tell me anything.
DC RUSTIN: Well, I just had an interesting conversation.
Yeah? - With a Mrs Charlotte Hinman.
LUCY:So you interviewedone of Mr Carrisford's friends?
She came in to give a character statement
and ended up inadvertently revealing
that Ed Carrisford has been lying.
He went home Friday lunchtime, had an argument with his wife,
and then he and Mrs Hinman
spent the evening together getting drunk.
LUCY:And are you going to interview him?
Tomorrow morning as a priority.
What if she is dead?
We just left her a few minutes ago.
What are you talking about?
What if she died and they didn't want to tell us?
Please. Why are you acting like this?
I... I can't just stand here like this.
Jess. Jess, stop!
Stop! You are worrying me.
I have a bad feeling.
[monitor beeping]
Jess.
Jess, where are you going?
NURSE: Can you increase the dose, please?
Is this really happening?
Oh. - It looks worse than it is.
Betsey is having a seizure.
Mum and dad, we need you to stand back.
Please. - Please.
You need to stand back.
You are on your phone?
She needs help! - I am timing the seizure.
Five minutes. - You have to both leave now, yes?
Just let them focus on Betsey.
No, please. - Can you get them out?
Where's Liz? Get Liz, please. She is going to die.
Please do something. Please do something!
If she doesn't calm down, call security.
Six minutes. - Oh, my God!
I don't want her to die.
That's it, get her out!
I want Liz!
Please, please, Liz.
Ten minutes.
No. No! Please!
All right, that's it, get her out!
Get off, we are going. - About bloody time!
Liz! - Second lorazepam. Let's go.
Please don't let her die. - We have got to go.
You are killing her! You are killing her!
Patient, Dr Burgess. Focus on the patient.
Liz! - Oxygen is low. Give me oxygen.
On maximum, please. Maximum.
Oh, my God! - Gotta go, we have gotta go!
We have gotta go. - Liz. Liz!