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Marnie is very sick.

She
is showing no signs

of neurological improvement,

and is still
ventilator dependent.

Is it in
Marnie's best interests

to continue ventilation or not?

Let's stay on holiday
for a bit longer, eh?

Please don't
assume that Marnie's story

is gonna be any less beautiful.
It will just be different.

Marnie, honey, can you,
can you do that again, please?

Can you squeeze my hand?
She's gonna get better.

You could come
to the hospital, if you like.

I'll be better here.

I'm here on behalf
of Every Christian Life.

We're here to help.

I think we should consider
ending it, her treatment.

I've been fighting
for her all my life.

Just me. Not you.

-That's just not true.
-Well, prove it, then.

They say she's in a lot of pain.

-She's still your child!
-Yes! Yes, she is!

Dad. Don't go.
Don't leave me here.

This
is gonna be a fight, Nicci.

All we want is
to save Marnie's life.

Then, yeah.

I'm ready.

So, your line
about the marriage is that

"it's a private matter
for my husband and I."

Right, and when they say,

"Why does he want
her dead and you don't?"

Well, Nihal, he won't say that.
He's excellent.

Right. What if he hints at it?

Well, then you just hint back

that your husband
is, in fact, an arsehole.

Look, whenever it gets hard,
just, just think about Marnie.

All right? That'll
get you through.

They get a tight twenty

and then we've got to get
straight to the solicitor, okay?

Right, "tight twenty". Got it.

Now
over to Laura with the travel.

What's happening
with the roads, Laura?

Okay.

-Hi, Brenda. Nice to meet you.
-Nihal. Hi.

-Hi.
-Hi, we've got 45 seconds...

-Oh.
-...of travel peace.

-Right.
-So, it's a pleasure

to have you here.

Okay, headphones on
if you want them.

Not necessary if not.

Just talk to me.
More casual the better.

Are we just gonna go
straight into it?

Yeah, be yourself.

You'll be great. Great.

It's 7:34.

We're joined this morning
by Nicola.

-Nicci.
-Nicci Lloyd.

Who is mother to Marnie,

who is currently in hospital
and extremely poorly.

Yeah, my daughter has a rare
neuromuscular disorder.

She was diagnosed
when she was six months old.

And she's 13 now?

Yeah, they, they,
they kept telling us

she was gonna die
at, at two, four, seven,

and when she was ten,
12, now 13.

Erm, but she's,
she's a strong girl.

You're currently in a dispute
with the hospital

about the best form
of future care for her?

Well, I think "care"
is a kind word for it.

They wanna switch off
her machines

and we wanna keep them on.

-Hello?
-Oh. I've got the wrong place.

Possibly.
My handwriting is awful.

Wrote down 23, but it could
equally likely be 33.

Sorry, who you're looking for?

-Are you Caitlin Lloyd?
-Yeah, erm, Katie.

I'm Greg from Children
and Family Legal Services.

Here to talk about Marnie.

I had an appointment with Nicola

-at ten o'clock.
-Right.

Yeah. Mum's not good
at appointments right now.

Come in. I'll phone her.

Thank you.

So, what're you assessing?

How best to represent
Marnie in court.

You're my sister's lawyer?

No, not a legal.

I, I'm a social worker.

The court has appointed me
to look after Marnie's welfare.

I sit in court, and look after
her best interests.

-Isn't that our job?
-Well, of course,

but the court feels that Marnie
should have her own voice.

Your mum talks about
her feelings.

Your dad talks about him.

The hospital talks about them.

And I speak to everyone

and try to look out
for what's best for Marnie.

I am not against anyone.

I'm for Marnie.

All right, I'll phone her again.

Hey. You okay?

Mum, there's a man
here to see you from

the child legal service thing.

-A social worker?
-Oh, shhh...

shite. Erm, I forgot.

-Where are you?
-Er...

I've got a lawyer thing
and then a TV thing.

-A TV thing?
-Yeah, it's ridiculous, I know.

Do you want me to speak to him?
Make it less embarrassing?

No, I'll handle it.
Go be a TV star.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

So, er,
could we get you a drink?

Coffee, tea, water,
flavoured water?

Er, no, I'm fine.

This is Derek.

Derek's your barrister,
and Derek is great.

It is an honour
to be involved in this case.

Thank you.

So, what we're doing

is building our case from
the excellent medical history

you've provided, Nicci.

The hospital has power
on its side.

The white coat, even unworn,
gives credibility.

So, our role is to promote
our alternative hypothesis

that the prognosis
they have given

was based on poor judgement,

and to propose
that alternative treatments

are still a possibility.

Right. You think you can show
they did a bad job?

We believe we can suggest a bias

in the treatment
Marnie has received,

particularly from
Samantha Woodham.

We're looking for moments
when her medical judgement

may have been clouded.

If we can show that, we can show
that similar doubt

must be applied to this case.

Anything and everything

that you've got in that regard
would be most useful.

And there is some urgency
with the court date approaching.

Samantha's a good doctor,
though...

No one's denying that.

And we've had
some wonderful responses

in terms of alternate treatments
for Marnie,

and we're still circling to find
the right doctor to help.

You haven't found anyone yet?

Well, it takes time, Nicci.

Erm, it's the hospital.

Hello?

I'm on my way.

Do you think you'll win, Nicci?

How's Marnie?

Can you give us
a comment, please?

Can, can you not, please?

Any change in her condition?

Have you seen her?

Can I just go and see
my daughter? Thank you.

Thank you.

Journalists are outside.

Yeah, I know.

Can't we do better than this?

I'm gonna go in.

-Is she okay?
-Doctor's on her way.

Hey, Marnie. Hey, petal.

Hey, you don't look too bad.

Marnie had a reaction to
one of the drugs we had her on.

We've given her some steroids
and a dose of adrenaline

and she seems to have settled.

What did you put her on?

It was a reaction

to the new antibiotics
we've been trying.

She's out of danger.

Right.

I am... I've been

aware of what you've been
saying on the radio

and... I just wanted to say
that I'm sorry

we weren't able to provide
a care that you...

For what it's worth,

I've always cared
deeply about Marnie.

What, what's happening?

Just a small reaction.

She will be back to
how she was soon.

Chill out room.

I need some stuff
to cover the chairs and stuff.

That... that... yeah...

Coat room.

Can I do coats?

You're not gonna be here at all.

Hang on a minute, Katie.

Okay, so I want everything
cleared out of here.

Ah, well, we might not be able
to clear everything.

It's got to be
a dance floor, Dad.

Well, what do you want gone?

-The television.
-Hmm.

-These cabinets.
-Yeah.

-The sofa.
-Oh.

Well, erm, the cabinets
and the telly might be possible.

I'm not sure the sofa will be.

But it's the biggest thing, Dad.

Yeah, that's exactly
the problem.

If you could just
put it in the kitchen?

It could be quite cool
in the kitchen.

Well, it's, er, it needs

to clear the doors.
That's the problem.

There's not enough space
otherwise.

All right. Well,
I'm sure you'll manage.

Hey, you can't not invite
your sister to the party.

I think none of you
should be here.

It'll be okay. We'll...

-I don't mind.
-She can be in your room

if you want more people
waiting and watching.

But I think you'll be better
going out, the whole lot of you.

-Go bowling.
-We could go bowling.

It's my birthday.

She's going to your party

and we're supervising,

and that's the end
of the discussion.

So I don't
have a significant life.

Just a significant sister.

Katie, come on,
you're being a child.

I am a child,
and I don't want her here!

but the top of the world

-I really like you.
-What?

-Happy birthday.
-Yeah.

Good party.

Sure.

Sorry, my mum and dad are here.

Oh, right.

-I just have to...
-Sure.

-- Hi.
-- Hi.

-Can I come in?
-Yeah, yeah. Come in.

Erm, I have tea,

I think, but the milk
is possibly off.

I can have black tea.

The milk
is my fault, you know.

Hello, Uncle Tom.

-How do?
-It's the way the French do it.

Although I believe
they use lemon.

-I don't have lemon.
-I've got Jif lemon...

For, for pancakes.

Oh, yeah, just,
just black tea is fine.

Oh. Okay, I'm...

-I'm gonna go out, er...
-Right.

-Erm, get some milk.
-Okay.

Er, may be some time.

Right.

Er, don't, don't let him,
don't let him tidy up.

Everything's there
for a reason, okay?

I won't.

Yeah. Okay. Bye.

All right.

How are you getting on?

Yeah. I'm fine.

The most expressive words

in the English language.

How are your exams, Katie?
Fine.

How's that nasty
friend of yours doing now? Fine.

How's that graze
on your knee? Fine.

Which nasty friend?

Er...

I want to say Marcia.

The one who bullied you.
You remember.

Marcia?

-Do you mean Natalie?
-Ah.

Do you think you
sent me to a school

where I might meet a Marcia?

-No.
-Mmm.

Erm...

-Inside?
-Yeah.

I saw your mum.

At the hospital, earlier.

Did you have a nice chat?

No.

Erm...

-When my mum died...
-Mmm. That's a big "when".

-Not allowed?
-Go on.

Er, when she died,

er, she said
two things to me.

She said...

"if I'd known
giving up cigarettes

"would've got rid of this cough,

"I'd have done it years ago."

So, this is an anti-smoking
thing, now.

And, erm, the second thing
she said was

that I was just like my dad.

I would never reach
my full potential

because I'm feckless
with my own intelligence.

I can't remember
the exact phrasing.

I know it contained
the word "feckless".

Okay? The tea?

Yeah. Tastes a bit
washing up liquid-y.

Erm...

It's kind of a dark thing
to say, isn't it?

"Feckless".

My mum felt
she had a responsibility

to be the guardian
of other people's failings.

Oh.

And she thought
she was helping me.

She wanted to use that moment,

of her own death,

to teach me.

So, what did you do?

-With the advice?
-Mmm.

I went out and got shit-faced.

And then, erm, I sobered up.

And...

then I got your mum pregnant,

and then I married her.

Got a job
that I didn't care about.

Lived a life.

Okay.

That's really depressing.

No, no, not really,
because, here's the thing...

I loved.

I have... loved.

I've loved her, your mum,

more than I expected to.

And I have loved you

more than I,
I could ever have hoped to.

And I loved Marnie...

absolutely.

And I think
that's an achievement.

I mean, not one
that my mum, my mother,

she hated the word mum,
would have understood.

But an achievement,
all the same.

And I think what I'm doing,

and what I'm saying now,

is an act of love.

I just needed
to explain that to you.

Did you?

You're disappointed?

Yeah.

Why? I'm not,

I'm not gonna back the hospital
or embarrass your mum.

I'm, I'm just gonna
say my piece in court.

I mean, if you frame
a thought with self-pity

it seems manageable, right?

Your mum was an arsehole.

So what?

I was giving a context.

You were giving an excuse.

It's what
all your generation does.

"I'm not racist,

"but if you could understand
where I come from,

"you'd understand
my racist thoughts."

"I'm not transphobic.
I'm not homophobic."

I'm not racist or transphobic
or homophobic.

Dad, it was your job to love us,

it was your job to be around,
it was your fucking job.

Honestly, so many men,

and, and you see it
all the fucking time,

congratulate themselves
for being, like, "family men".

What does that mean?

That they provide?
They don't fuck around?

I mean, that
that's not an achievement.

Yes, but...

You know, this, this,
may be an act of love,

but you performed it
in a cowardly way.

You just ran.
You didn't fight.

What? You wanted World War III?

If you believe something,
isn't it better to argue for it?

I was pretty clear
about how I felt.

I was trying to not
make a situation worse.

So, you just left her and me

without us really understanding
what it meant for us.

That makes it sound like
I abandoned you.

Yeah, 'cause you did.

Look, I don't give a shit

whether you reach
your potential or not.

I'm, I'm not marking you.

I'm your daughter.
It doesn't matter to me.

All I care about is, like,
what you are to me.

I wasn't trying to excuse it.

I shouldn't have talked
about my mum.

You know what?
Dad, this was a test,

and, and you failed it
when you left.

I wasn't actually
trying to excuse it.

I don't actually feel like
I need to excuse it...

You know it's a mess.
Dad, you can fuck off!

Marnie lives, and my job

is to support Mum
and actually try and survive.

So your love has helped
neither of those things.

Actually, you know what?

It's not my job.

It's actually not my job
to support Mum or you.

I'm supposed to be
a fucking teenager.

So fuck you
for doing this to me.

I didn't. Marnie did.

It's interesting you choose
to blame her.

I don't blame her, I...

I just acknowledged the fact.

I just acknowledged the fact

that her condition
caused difficulty.

But you didn't say her
condition, you said her name.

You're the one
who can't visit her.

Yeah, I can't.

Right, so that makes me
a dickhead, too.

No, you're not a dickhead.
No, you're not a dickhead.

Is that what you want me to say?

Look, I love you
and your sister,

-very much.
-Yeah, absolutely.

You said you love
Marnie absolutely.

And I know
I haven't been perfect.

Listen, Dad,
please don't do this.

Look, whatever you think,
just, just talk about it.

Talk to Mum,
and then you and Mum

come to a decision and,
and then you stand with us.

Please, stand beside us.

But we disagree
on the key decision.

The most important decision
we have ever had to make,

and you, you can't
talk about that.

You can't rationalise it.

You, you can only feel it.

Okay, I'm gonna go.

Leave you to your "feelings".

No, don't do that.
Don't do that.

Don't do that. Don't...

It's like

you say, when you
don't have the support,

these things
are made even harder.

-And that can't have been easy.
-Yeah, well, people think

when you've a disabled daughter
that you're an object of pity.

Fuck off!

You know, they project

their insecurities onto you.

But really, being, being
a parent of a disabled child...

Oh, no.

...it's the most beautiful job
in the world.

Marnie, you know,
she has her downs,

but her ups,

she's... she's complicated,

she's, she's sparky,
she's annoying,

she's difficult... but you know

she's, er, she's joyous.

I, I wouldn't have missed
a single minute of it.

She sounds
like a special lady, huh?

Oh, yeah, she is.

I'll, I'll tell her
you said that.

She, she has at least

one of your records.

Well, you know, she's heard
at least one of your records!

Ah,
she's a real fan then!

Fuck off!

Listen, I didn't mean...

-Oh.
-We fixed a time, didn't we?

Greg from Children
and Family Legal Services.

Er, sorry. I thought
you were someone else.

Maybe I could have a cup of tea?

Er, there's a coffee truck

across the road.
Do you mind if...

I'm not really supposed
to do this in a public place.

But I guess if we walk and talk.

Okay, I'll be two minutes.

Unusual this.

Normally I'm talking
to parents together.

Yeah, I can imagine.

Yeah, but there's no, erm,

legal... I'm not, I'm not
instructing a solicitor or...

Well, your evidence
should be enough.

So, you wanna tell me
when you knew?

Sorry?

When you knew and you agreed

with the hospital
as to what's best for Marnie.

Look, just,
just to be clear, okay?

I don't want to turn this
into a me-and-my wife thing.

-You won't.
-I'm proud of my marriage.

I'm, I'm proud of
what we went through.

I'm just interested
in your opinion.

It won't be a he said-she said.

I won't be reporting this.

I couldn't see her any more.

I couldn't see the...

the things that made her...

her.

It's about as simple as it gets
really, isn't it?

-Your parents still together?
-No.

-They have different reactions?
-To my disability? Yes.

My dad blamed my mum
for taking thalidomide.

He wanted a kid
he could play football with.

Of course, he could have played
football with me.

I mean, I might not have been
the best goalie but otherwise...

However, that didn't
occur to him.

So you, you were
one of the... er,

-thalidomide...
-Mmm.

Seems a long time ago now,
doesn't it?

Easier, I think, when you've got
something clear to blame it on.

When you're someone like

-my dad, that is.
-No, I get it.

Yeah. My brother has Asperger's.

I'm a bit older,

so I was already working
when he was diagnosed,

but I saw some of it.

My dad just got shame
mixed up with anger, that's all.

This doesn't have to be...
shameful... for you.

That's my tuppence anyway.

My disabled tuppence.

I'm sorry, is that...
Does everybody ask you about...

Oh, plenty do.

And some are arseholes about it.

I only really talk about it

if I feel somebody
needs an answer.

Okay, so, if you're able,

I'd like you to give me
a brief medical history.

Of everything?

From year zero to now.

Well, I'm not sure
I'll be able to.

Nicci has all the files.

Just your recollection
should be enough.

-My recollection?
-Your story.

Of what happened to Marnie.

And to you.

Right, I don't care
what anyone says.

We've been on the outside
of this party all night.

We are hitting this dance floor.

We can do that.

What's the one with the funny..?
We can do the Cha-cha.

-The Cha-cha?
-The Cha-cha.

You can do what you like as
long as I don't have to watch.

Why wouldn't you wanna
watch your father?

I'll have you know,
that in the '90s,

-he was known as "the hips".
-Ugh.

-Was I?
-No, of course you weren't.

I'm just trying to ruin
your daughter's evening.

It was the '90s.

No one danced
properly in the '90s.

What? Everyone danced
properly in the '90s.

Ah, if I could take you
to the Hacienda, Katie.

I mean, when that place
was going...

-I can only imagine.
-Mwah.

I mean, if it was the Roses,
you'd dance like this...

Really? If it was

the Happy Mondays
you'd dance like this...

No, no, no, that's not right.

-No, it's more...
-Like this.

No, that's terrible!
Don't watch her!

Marnie, what do you think?

Have we embarrassed
your sister enough?

-Marnie?
-Marnie?

Honey? Oh, Jesus.

-She's burning up.
-Marnie?

You're okay, honey.

You're okay Marnie.
Just breathe. Okay...

Mum's here. Mum's here...

Can you drive a bit faster?
Andrew.

It's all right, darling,

-it's all right.
-Shit.

-I'll put some music on.
-We don't need music on.

It's okay. It's okay.
Deep breaths...

Deep breath.

Come on.

Fuck it! Bugger this!

We need some help!

We need some help here!

I've done it for you

Hey, this is Nicci.

Leave a message.

Wow, you're not even
answering me now.

That's a bit tight... erm...

Well, well, just to say

Katie came to see me, er, today

and, erm, I, I don't know
what you said to her, but

we probably need a rule in place

that, erm, says
that we're not gonna be

saying stuff about each...

No, that wasn't a thing.
I was...

Hey, this is Nicci.

Leave a message.

That wasn't a thing,

that was just me
dropping my phone.

Hey, this is Nicci.

Leave a message.

Anyway, erm,

I think perhaps we should
put, like, a statute in place.

You know, thou shalt not make
my child hate thee,

something like that.
Less Roman, obviously.

But, you know,
that would be great.

Hey, this is Nicci.

Leave a message.

I really miss you.

And the girls.

I really miss you.

I don't know
what I'm doing here.

Am I part of a case? Am I not?

Am I..? What am I?

She's not gonna die, is she?

Why, why would you say that?

I was mean to her,
and I didn't say sorry.

Come here.

You're not mean.

Don't think like that. Okay?

Hey, erm, she has an infection.

We've inserted a central line.

Unfortunately, an artery
was perforated.

But we are... She is in surgery
for vascular repair.

Well, that's not great, is it?

No, erm... No.

And I am sorry.
Investigations will happen.

But, in the meantime,
the important thing

is that she's in
the best hands to fix this.

-Okay.
-Yeah.

She'll be fine.

She'll be fine.

Oh,
never vomit in a bin.

That requires you
to look in the bin

and looking in the bin
is where the damage starts.

Top tip, that.

Are you okay?

Huh? Yeah, just dizzy.

Well, dizzy is good.

Are you selling
Marnie's diazepam?

Look, don't do that.

Don't be that sort of prick.

What? I'm the prick?

Oh, my God, my arse feels like
it's spinning now, too.

Look, it seemed
like an easy win.

An easy win
with my sister's pills?

Look, I was gonna cut you in

or spend it on you. Us.

She's in hospital
and we're selling her drugs?

Well, you were okay
with you and me taking them.

Look, are you coming?

'Cause we can go
to the beach, or...

No, erm,

I'm just gonna stay here.

D'you know what? Fuck it.

I don't wanna be kissing you
in that state anyway.

-Hi.
-Hi. Erm, where can we meet?

Hey, I've been trying,

I've been trying
to get hold of you.

Surely we should have spoken
to a doctor by now?

Yeah. That can wait.
This is about Caitlin.

What about Katie?

Yeah, erm,
it's all over Twitter.

What?
What's all over Twitter?

She was spotted in a nightclub.

Right, well, that's hardly
crime of the century, is it?

Sorry. I know.
But they, they're saying

that she has been stealing
Marnie's drugs, using them.

A so-called friend
took a picture

and put it on Twitter with
a very sanctimonious tweet.

How do I,
how do I get on Twitter?

-How does that work?
-I can send you the picture.

But Marnie's name
is on the packet,

and, and it's very visible,
okay?

So, so we should meet now
to talk about it.

Social media can be really
difficult to handle,

and I think that what we need
to do is just talk it...

No, it's fine, okay?

Listen, it's good
because she's underage,

so they can't print anything.

Yeah, but, but what,
what about police?

Yeah, it's most likely
gonna be a theft charge,

but, I mean, you'll hardly
prosecute, will you?

How do I get on fucking Twitter?

Oh, shit.

Nicci?

Oh, fuck.

Fuck!

Shit!

Oh, God.

Yeah, she's not at home.

You've seen the pictures?

Yeah, I saw. She wasn't
answering the phone.

You weren't. So I came over here
and she's not here.

I didn't know
you were on Twitter.

Ah, I just... erm, you know,

Tim Burgess from the Charlatans
started a thing

where we all listened
to albums together so...

Okay, look,
what are they saying?

It's being used by people

who disagree
with what you're saying.

Mostly arseholes.

You know, erm,

"Can't even look after
the well child," et cetera.

They're just doing it
to get at you.

Just slinging mud.

Can you send me the photo?

Fine.

That's Hannah.

That's Hannah,
she's dancing with Hannah.

-Nicci?
-Is Hannah here?

What?

I need to speak
to your daughter.

-Why?
-Why? Why would you stop me?

Where's Katie?

Is this your mess?
Where is she?

Don't tell me
you weren't involved in this

because I've known you
since you were little kid.

So don't try and tell me.

Hang on.
I'm not sure I like this.

It's just dicks
being dicks, okay?

-Look, it'll blow over.
-I knew it was you.

I could fucking see it.

I was just helping her
have a bit of fun.

What, by stealing
from her sister?

Well, it's not like Marnie
was gonna use them, is it?

You are a disgrace.

Do you know that?
She is a vulnerable kid.

You are an adult.

And you should know better.

Yeah, Katie's vulnerable,

but you don't even know
what and who she fucking is.

You have always been
a little liar.

You are a spiteful little bitch!

Oi! Oi! Enough!

Nicci, you need to go.

What? Do you know what she did?

Katie is yours. Hannah is mine,

and I will not have you
talk to her like that.

Oh, yeah. Of course.

I'm sorry.

I didn't...

I'm sorry.

So, you were in the house?

Alice didn't know.

Yeah, well, Hannah did.

Can you stop walking, Mum?

It was a girl called Tricia.

She's mostly okay, actually.

She just saw an opportunity
to send a picture

into the world people
would actually look at.

Did you? Did you do it?
Did you take her medication?

-Did you sell it?
-You've seen the pictures.

Yeah, I know,
but I want to hear it from you.

Yeah.

-Because Hannah asked you to?
-No, because I wanted to.

Well, do you know why?

No.

-I've never liked her.
-Mum, it's not about that.

Telling me that
I don't know you.

Well, you didn't know that
I would do this...

She doesn't even...
You know, she's so superior.

She doesn't even think
I know you're gay.

No, erm...

Er...

No, I suppose I didn't...
erm, know that...

I just wanted
you to be the one to tell me.

I just wanted to wait
until you were ready.

That's all it was.

It felt like it should come
from you rather than me.

You know, I read a book
about it, actually, and, and

I didn't want to be
the one to force you...

-out.
-Right. You read about it.

Of course you did.

I need to say
three things to you.

Mum, can we just please
leave it? I'm sorry.

No, just, the first
is that you're lovely.

Okay? You, you are lovely.

You are one of the loveliest
people I have ever met.

And that isn't
fucking mum chat, okay?

That is just me being
an excellent judge of character.

The second is that
I am so proud of you.

I, I know how difficult it is,
what you've been through,

and I'm sorry for the part
that I played in that.

Dad gave me
the speech already.

It was reckless, okay?

What you did was reckless,
but Hannah's right.

It's not like Marnie
was gonna be needing it.

And, you know, it's not like

your dad and I
haven't ever taken drugs.

Look, mum, please don't do this.

Look, the third thing

I wanna say to you
is that I love you.

And the one promise I can make

the one promise
that I know I will keep

is that whatever happens,

whoever you become,

I will fight for you.

I will fight
like a fucking tiger.

Do you understand?

And I know I don't
always notice things,

and I know that
I haven't been there for you,

and I'm sorry that I haven't,
but, when it comes to it,

you know, if, if I am needed,
I will fight.

You're not on the radio now,
you know.

There's no one to impress.

I mean it.

Can't you just be angry?

You know, normal parents
would be angry.

I stole. I used. I was selfish.

-Yeah. You were in pain.
-No! Oh, my God. Fuck that.

I, I actually just wanted
to have fun.

Like, I did a terrible thing,

a horrible thing,
because I wanted to have fun.

I am angry.

Yeah, well then,
well then, say that.

Try that.
Like, be honest for once.

And, and you're right.

You know,
you haven't been there,

and I genuinely don't...

Like, I've always tried
really hard not to hate you

because you're my parents.

-Right.
-And, you know...

and I know,
I know you love me.

Mum, I know you mean some
of what you've just said,

but we're really good
at pretending in this house

and, and hiding
and being fucking, like...

I don't know...

This is about Marnie.

I love her and I miss her and...

fuck the two of you
for making it about you.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I, I was about to make
some beans for myself.

-I wasn't sure...
-I'll do it.

-No, I can make them.
-I can do it.

I love you.

We love you.

And I'm sorry you've got
tangled up in all this mess.

Andrew, it's maybe
not the time to...

I think I'm just going to...
do you mind if I just go to bed?

No, no. Not at all.

Look, I just,
I just want to say that

it's important for you to know
how much I love you.

-We love you...
-You said that.

...whatever you do,
whatever you say,

whoever you are.

Okay. Night.

I shouldn't follow, right?

-She understands...
-That you love her?

Yeah, I think
she got that message.

Is she okay?

No.

Can I help?

I don't know.

I got your answerphone messages.

Epic, weren't they?

Yeah. Some of your
finest work, there.

How much had you had to drink?

Hangover was awful.

I bet you went cheap.
On the wine.

Well, they made me smile.

She's so embarrassed.

I swear to God,
if we've done her damage...

Oh, she's strong, our daughter.

Both our daughters are strong.

They get that from you.

She's really angry with us.

I'm angry, too. Aren't you?

I wanted to be with you.

I wanted to be with you, too.

They made you smile?

Messages made you?

Yeah.
Well, they made me sad, too.

-I'd better go.
-I've not finished your...

I think
once they're ready,

I don't think I could
bear leaving again.

Personal limits, heart strain,
you know, that sort of thing.

There's a doctor from America,

thinks he can help her,
treat her.

Right.

Yeah, I mean,
they haven't connected me

with him yet, but they're,
they're quite excited.

Right, yeah, that's exciting.

Right, so you're just
as dismissive then?

No.

There's always a doctor,
you know,

generally
from America or Italy,

somewhere where
there's a Christian population

who'll treat your kid, you know,

and they al...
always promise the world.

Well, sometimes they deliver.

Sometimes miracles happen.

Marnie's already been a miracle.

Tell Katie that I love her.

Don't waste the beans.

Just put them in Tupperware
or something.

I love you,

most of everyone
in the whole world.

I love you that much too.

No, Katie. I need
you to know that.

I love you more than
Mum, Dad...

Everyone.

And, you know, I don't mind

if you hate being my sister.

I don't mind.

Can we just turn this off?

It's been a while.

I, erm, I brought some things
to change your room a bit.

Now it is my old one

but I put some new songs on it.

You haven't heard this one yet.

You'll like it.

You always liked this poster.

But I, erm...

I took it down
and I wouldn't let you have it

because I'm a dick.

Oh.

It's a party.

-Oh, is it okay?
-Of course it is.

I just need to take readings.

I recognise him.

Er, yeah, it's Daniel Kaluuya.

I kind of... erm,
we both really like him.

Nice eyes.
I wish he'd smile more.

No one smiles any more.

Do they not?

This is hard on you.

It's hard on you, too.

Katie, however you feel about
what your parents are doing,

it's not about picking sides.

Of course it is.

And I'm on Marnie's side.

Her best interests.

And that's what
they say, isn't it?

I never had a sister.

Oh, sisters are brilliant.

Yeah, well, most of the time.

-Hey.
-Hi.

Come in.

Thanks for coming over so late.

Thanks for finally calling back.

-Do you want wine?
-Er, no.

Erm, if this was me,
and I realise it's not,

erm, I think what we need
is, is for Katie,

whatever the truth of it,

coming out and saying strongly,

"This, this wasn't me,
it didn't happen."

Do you have kids?

Yeah, er, two boys.
seven and eleven.

Where are they now?

I left them at home
with a chip pan on the stove.

They'll be all right,
won't they?

No. They're,
they're with their dad.

We're divorced.

Yeah, and I haven't been
excommunicated.

I know. I'm, I'm driving.

Stick your head above the fence
and people will throw stones

and they will throw stones
at people you love.

And I'm sorry about that.

But the fight will be worth it.

Samantha's a good doctor.

This isn't about
whether she's good or not.

This is about establishing
that medicine

is about opinions
and not just facts.

There's lots of decisions,

I think, that have been
made for Marnie,

along the way
that have caused problems.

But the only genuine mistake
I can think of,

she, er,
she fitted a central line

when Marnie had an infection
and she perforated an artery.

She perforated an artery?

Yeah. I mean, it was fine,
you know, in the end.

But it was a problem.

Do you have a date?

Yeah,

May 24th, 2016.

It was Katie's birthday.

Do you think that will help?

Well, I mean, it sounds
pretty deadly to me.

Sometimes the law presents us

with cases
of extreme complication.

This is one such case.

What is in the child's
best interests?

But applying it
is very difficult.

Because that notion
of best interest

has such complexity.

I do not believe
that anyone in this room

does not have this child's
best interests in their heart,

and yet a decision
has to be made

as to what is
in her best interests.

I ask that we handle this case
with the delicacy it warrants.

That does not mean
soft-soaping matters.

We tell the truth. We challenge
what we believe to be untruths.

But we do so knowing the gravity
that such a decision entails,

and knowing that above all else,
we must keep the child,

we must keep Marnie Lloyd,

at the forefront
of our minds at all times.