We've done it.
It's over.
I love you.
OK, OK, get him on his side. Lisa, call an ambulance!
Everybody thinks that I was hurting my own daughter...
Not hurting her!
But you do hurt her, Guy, you hurt all of us,
every single day that you're not here.
And that's why she left!
Kate, you need help.
Whatever it is, I can fix it.
There are some things money can't solve.
No? Try me.
- So now what? - We're quits.
I made a mistake. You made a cold-hearted decision...
That is completely different.
Still feels the same though, eh?
Hurts like hell.
I am begging you to please let my husband come home to me.
Cuppa.
Thanks.
Look, I know it doesn't help much,
but you know you can stay here as long as you like.
Thanks.
See you later.
Mummy?
Mum?
Mum, where are you?
Mummy?
Mummy?!
Mummy, can you hear me?
You have to wake up.
Mummy!
Wake up!
Kate.
Lisa. It's my mum. I can't wake her up.
Fergus?
I'm really worried.
Where's your dad? Have you called your dad?
He's not answering his phone.
Where are you?
I'm in the boat house. I'm really scared, Lisa.
Right, well, you stay exactly where you are,
and I'll be there as soon as possible, all right?
She's through here.
OK, let's have a look at her.
Thank you so much.
Kate, can you hear me?
It's the ambulance service.
Who's her next of kin?
Guy Riverty. Her husband.
I tried calling him, but he didn't pick up.
Sort the scoop out.
Where are you taking her?
South Lakes.
It's all right. It's going to be OK.
Shh. It's going to be fine.
There's a good boy.
Right, shall we get your wellies off?
Good boy. Ready?
One, two... argh...
Right, you stay here, I won't be a minute.
I've just got in, I was about to make him some breakfast.
Thanks. Fergus? Darling?
School time.
Oh, I don't think he should go to school.
I don't think that's up to you.
He's a bit traumatised.
Fergus. Get your clothes on, darling.
I need to be there when Kate comes round.
Can you hang on to him for a bit?
Right.
Well, yeah, I suppose.
Here we are.
Erm...
Do you want to go and look at the doggies?
Yeah?
It's just down that hill and to the left.
I'll be there in a minute, all right?
Kate's not well, so I'm looking after Fergus.
Right.
Where did you stay?
Roz's house.
She said I can stay as long as I want.
OK.
Right, well, I'll come back in a minute and pack a bag.
Look, I know, erm...
I know that it's my fault, and I know that I've fucked up,
but I don't know how to fix it, Joe.
Neither do I.
Can I give her her medicine?
She doesn't need medicine.
My mum says that everyone needs medicine.
Hey, even you!
- Hi. - Oh, hi, Joanne.
Oh, no, I'm here with work.
- I'm looking for Mr Temple. - Wayne?
Yeah.
Well, he's our receptionist. Why?
Well, he's been reported missing.
Well, yeah, he's not been in for a couple of days. So?
Has he rang in sick?
No.
Right, well, I'm just going to check at his house,
to make sure there hasn't been an accident.
Who reported him missing?
His mum.
Said there's a spare key in his desk.
Are you two close?
No, no, God, no, not at all.
It's probably nothing, but I need to check it out.
Yeah.
Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah, just tired, busy.
See you later.
Yeah. See you later.
Mr Temple?!
Police.
Hi. Yeah, it's DC Aspinall.
Can we do a PNC check on a vehicle
registered to a Mr Wayne Temple, of High Glebe Cottage, please?
Anything else?
Yeah. And can we check the ANPR hub as well?
Are you sure you're OK?
Lex, honestly, I'm fine.
Do you remember when we used to hide in the boat house, when Dad left us?
Because we knew Mum would take it out on us.
You used to tell me that funny story that cheered me up.
"Mr and Mrs Glue, and baby Glue",
the family that magically stuck together.
And inside, all I could think was that, when I became a mum...
...I'm going to keep my kids safe.
I'm going to build a family so strong it can never fall apart.
In a class of 30 pupils, two fifths are boys.
How many girls are there?
- A lot! - Yeah, good answer...
What's for dinner, Sal?
Pasta and tomato sauce.
Right, well, it's three fifths of 30, so...
James, come and do your homework!
Right, I think we're gonna need some sugar to get us through this.
And I've got...
Ta dah!
James.
Come on. Do you not want some chocolate?
Mum's good at maths.
Mm, but she doesn't have any chocolate, does she?
Come on, come and join us.
Dad, call Mum. Ask her.
Right, who wants a bit?
Dad! You'll ruin their dinner!
When's she coming back?
Soon.
- Lisa? - Mm-hm.
Why couldn't we have tea at your house?
Because we said we'd meet her here, and I know that you like chips.
Is it because Sam didn't want to see me?
Oh, no, darling, of course it's not!
He's really looking forward to your party,
as long as... Mummy's OK.
Is it my fault?
You know, what Mum did?
No, definitely not.
Just sometimes...
us mums make mistakes too.
And we get sad, and we don't know why.
Are you sad, Lisa?
Hey, guys.
Mum's in the car.
Hey! Hey!
Say thank you to Lisa!
Thank you, Lisa!
Thanks for looking after him.
You're welcome.
- Hey, Lulu! - Hiya!
Hello, darling.
Are you OK?
I'm sorry, Mum.
Dad's here.
OK.
I've cut myself in half trying to keep everyone happy.
Keep yourself happy.
Well, I'm not happy, am I? It's not working.
It was you who suggested that I lead this double life.
You said it would be better for the kids. But it's not, is it?
It's not better for anyone.
Look, the most important thing now is to get you stronger.
I've found a psychiatrist who can come and see you tomorrow.
No. No, no need. I don't want any help.
I don't need any help.
Kate... The kids need you.
They need you to be strong and healthy.
It's the only way through this, isn't it?
Because you're leaving.
We're getting divorced.
We'll work it all out.
It's got to be better than this charade, hasn't it?
What about Fergus's party?
- Are you going to come? Yeah? - Yes.
Yes, as long as you're better, I'll come.
Yeah, I'll be fine.
I'm fine.
Take it easy. One step at a time.
Just talk to the psychiatrist in the morning, OK?
Well, I don't think we should tell the kids yet,
because I just don't think it's...
fair.
On either one of them.
Especially not Fergus, right before his birthday.
OK.
I'm sorry. Sorry.
I bring gear!
Come in.
Are you coming to Fergus's party tomorrow?
No.
It's a family party, Dad.
Your mum will take you.
Right. Let's get this straight.
So, Mum is at Roz's, "helping out"?
And you didn't sleep here the other night...
And yet everything's fine?
Mm-hm.
Is it you or her?
What?
Having an affair?
No, Sal...
Then sort yourselves out.
Look, it's complicated. We're not teenagers.
Do you still love her?
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
Why don't you both just say you're sorry, and you want to go home?
Because I'm not sure that's what I want.
Really?
You know when you were a kid
and you just assume you're going to be something, like, I don't know...
I wanted to be a pop star, or...
Ballerina.
Then you just...
You just put those ideas away, don't you?
You grow out of your dreams.
Fucking Kate.
I just saw a different...
A different life. And I wanted it.
And I can't go back.
It's totally selfish, and I hate myself for it, but...
there you are.
Do you mind?
No, course not.
Hiya, love, how are you?
'Can I go to Fergus's birthday party?
'There's gonna be fireworks and everything.'
Sure! Just tell your dad. I'll pick you up.
'He wants to take me.'
- OK... Well, I'll see you there. - If you want.
Well, yeah, you can come and stay here after.
'Can Dad stay? Please?'
Can we talk about that face to face?
Abby?
Abs? Are you still there?
What's going on?
Is it Winston?
Hmm? No.
It's just work...
Well, it's not...
It's not work, it's a client at work.
That's...
That's how it all started.
You see, I have this gash here above my ear,
and it still... It hurts like fuck, Lisa.
And I just... I just didn't want Abby to see,
or to know what I was... What I was doing.
OK, so...
I've got myself into terrible trouble, Lisa.
I really have.
What would you do?
Would you report it?
Erm...
I'd like to think I would...
It's just... You'd have to go through all the...
...courts, and...
telling everybody...
and being judged.
Like the whole Scott thing.
"She slept with her own client for money, Your Honour."
Yeah.
And make you out to be a right...
What?
You know.
Say it.
No.
Tart?
Exactly. That's what they'll say.
What?
Says the woman who had sex with a virtual stranger at a dinner party!
Slapper.
Scrubber.
Harlot.
Hussy.
Trollop.
Slut, slag, whore.
We're none of those things.
- Hiya, Joanne. - Hiya, you all right?
I'm sorry it's so late. Can I have a quick word?
Of course you can.
- Come on in. - Hiya.
I'm sorry about the mess.
I'm right in the middle of something.
Er... Do you want a cup of tea, or anything like that?
Joanne, he tried to rape me.
Your missing person. Wayne Temple. He...
He tried to rape me.
Do you want to sit down?
Yeah.
So, once you've found him,
I want to report it, so he can't do it again.
Roz...
I'm really sorry.
I literally just got a call
saying his car's been found at Manchester Airport.
Meaning what?
Meaning he boarded a flight to Malaysia this morning.
That's OK, we'll call the police there, right?
Yeah, we... We can do that.
We'll do that.
He's got away with it.
He has.
He's fucking got away with it.
Fuck.
Hey there, how are you? Good to see you.
Hey.
Hi!
You OK?
Yeah.
Doctor Steward called. Said that you'd cancelled.
I couldn't disappoint Fergus.
I told him we weren't together anymore.
We'll tell the kids everything in the morning, OK?
What, and completely fuck them up?
Well, we've done that already, haven't we?
You've been eating too much,
Abby? Are you going to come and say hello?
In a minute.
Great food, Pete.
Do you know what? This is the way forward, Roz.
Outside catering.
Especially with all the cash round. Ooh, talking of money...
- Hey, Pete. - Hi. - Roz.
What the hell are you doing here?
We were invited. Kate and Louise go to the same gym or... something.
Did you go and see Wayne? What the hell did you say to him?
I've got the memory stick back. It's OK.
OK? He's done a runner, he's left the bloody country.
I know, I gave him the money.
What?
Yeah, I booked him a ticket,
threw in a few extra grand to get him back on his feet.
He attacked me, and you helped him abscond?!
I was trying to protect you.
Protect yourself.
Hi, Louise, you know Roz.
Hi, of course, you're Scott's physio.
Yeah, yeah. And sexual partner.
Paid sexual partner.
You know, I expect he'll explain later,
or lie, or blame me.
Or, I don't know, maybe you'll get a gift,
or some money to make it all go away.
In any case, you might want to hear it from me first.
But if you don't, I suggest you leave now,
because I have been quiet for quite some time,
and I'm not fucking well keeping quiet any longer.
That goat's cheese is going down an absolute storm!
Winston, this is Scott, Roz's client.
I'll leave you to it if you're talking business.
No. I need you to stay. Both of you.
- You both need you to hear this. - Don't do this.
- You know that money I got together? - Yeah.
Well, I lied to both of you.
And Abby. Over and over again.
And it felt like shit. I mean, really, really shit.
But it also felt like my only choice.
How did you get the money?
Please.
Scott offered me cash to have sex with him. And I took it.
I did it for Abby, so she'd have a roof over her head.
And, on balance, I think it was the right thing to do.
There wasn't enough time to earn the money,
and you weren't going to lend it.
Which was the right call, by the way,
given that when you found Scott's money,
it led you straight back to the bookies.
Which in turn led me back to Scott.
We did it at work this time.
I didn't have the time, or the inclination, quite frankly,
for the whole hotel seduction routine.
But you know what the hardest thing's been?
Not the sex, that was fine. That was enjoyable, even.
Well done, Scott, take a bow.
But it's...
It's how I've been feeling ever since.
The creeping sense of shame.
The horrible secrecy of it.
The feeling that I've let everyone down.
But most of all...
Most important of all.
My Abby.
Get out, Scott.
- Scott, get out. - But I
Get out, Scott!
I am so sorry.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
Are you all right? Come here, come here, come here...
- I'm sorry. - Come here, don't be silly,
you're incredible. Come on, come on.
We're late! We're going to miss the fireworks!
- Go in, then. - Yes!
The boys seem OK.
They miss you loads.
Are you coming home tonight?
No. I'm not. Sorry.
But I spoke to Dad and he says he wants you to come back.
Well, it's not just about Dad, is it?
So, it's you?
You don't want to come back to us, do you?
No, it's not that.
Whatever happens, I'll always be... your mum.
How can you be, if you're never here?
Mum?
Sorry.
All you seem to care about is this bloody family!
- That's not true. - It is!
No, that's not fair.
Maybe you should care about your own children!
- I do care about you! - You fucking don't!
Fuck...
All right?
Yeah...
Why have you got your eye patch on again?
Cos Mummy's home.
What does that mean?
She's been making my eye sore, and it really hurts.
What do you mean, she made your eye sore?
'DC Aspinall.'
'Hi, Joanne, it's Lisa Kallisto.'
'Oh, hi.'
'I need to talk to you. It's about Fergus Riverty.'
- 'OK.' - 'I'm really concerned for his safety.'
'What do you mean?'
'I'm at the Rivertys' house now, and Fergus has told me that...
'Kate's hurting him.'
Here we go!
Three, two, one!
We need to sing to Fergus.
Before we sing Happy Birthday to Fergus,
I'd just like to thank you all
for the support over the last couple of weeks.
It's meant a lot to me and Guy.
Some of you may know it's been a difficult time for the two of us,
and the pressure's really taken a toll on our relationship.
But I'd like you to know that, with your support,
we've come through it stronger,
and we've come back together as a family.
, What the fuck are you doing?
I love you.
Fuck this, Kate.
This is fucking bullshit, you know that?
You want to know what's going on here?
She's no victim. Don't fall for that.
Lucinda wasn't missing, Lucinda wasn't abducted,
she didn't run away. SHE hid her!
She hid her from me, from you, from the police, from everyone!
Because she thought that would save our marriage.
Nah, it's done.
It's done, Kate.
This is bullshit.
What are you doing? What's going on?
- Everything I do is for my family. - No.
Fergus told me about his eye, about you hurting him.
His eye drops sting. That's it.
Did...
Did you do something to him?
On the school trip? In the toilets.
What? No.
We were talking about Lucinda and you panicked, and you took him off,
and the next minute, he's having a fit and shaking, and...
No. I love him. I love him, Lisa.
I'm just looking after him. I'm caring for him.
- That's what I'm doing. - So why are you hurting him?
I'm not hurting him, I'm keeping him safe!
How do you keep your family together?
Well...
I'm not doing, right now.
All I wanted was for my family to stay together.
I think you need professional help.
I'm not doing this any more. I've got my own family.
Can I help you?
Where's Fergus? I need to speak to him. Urgently.
Why, what's happened?
Fergus?
Ferg?
Kate?!
I was talking to her here, a few minutes ago.
Did she say where she was going?
Is she looking for Fergus?
I don't know.
Can you think of where she might have gone?
Fergus! Open the door, baby!
Fergus!
Fergus, my love, answer the door!
Fergus!
Stay here, I'm gonna get some help.
Fergus!
Fergus?
Fergus?!
Fergus...?
Fergus. Fergus?
How much have you drunk?
What have you done?
You're all wet.
You're covered in water, because Mummy's covered in water...
I love you.
- I don't want to lose you. - , Fergus!
Fergus?!
What's happened? What's he done?
- Come on, sweetheart, it's all right. - He's drunk the vodka.
- I've got him. - He's OK.
I've got him... He's OK.
- Fergus? - Yeah?
- Can you hear me? - Mm-hm.
Have you taken anything else?
No.
OK. Well, we'll get you checked over just to be safe.
He's OK.
Oh, my love.
Come on, Mrs Riverty.
You need to answer some questions
about what you've been doing to your son.
All right?
Are you OK?
Yeah, a bit cold.
I'm really sorry for yelling at you.
Don't be silly.
I love you.
I love you so much, Mum.
Come on, boys, get in the car.
Hey.
Hi.
I thought you might like a lift.
I do love you very much.
I love you too.
So...
Can I have a lift?
Where are you going?
Home.
I'm so tired.
How long will it take to get home?
Belts on.
Abs, wake up.
Back at Nanna's.
Oi.
I think you should stay at your mam's tonight.
What?
You can come and stay with me any time you want.
I love you to bits.
My favourite lady.
My two favourite ladies.
But it's time to go back to your mam's.
You know, she would do anything for you.
OK.
Thank you.
Come on.
Woohoo!
Look, thanks.
Both of you.
I wouldn't have got through it without you.
Right...
Last one down gets the round!
Come on, then!
Ah, wait!