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Thanks.

You sure you don't mind me going to Paul's show tonight?

Of course not.

I'm sorry they invited me, if I'm honest.

Why do you think you did?

Tonight? To gloat? Show me what I've been missing.

And have you?

What?

Victim.

Do we even need to ask?

We should get married.

What, to appease my insecurities?

No, because I love you.

They don't need a piece of paper to validate our near bliss of a

Near? I say near.

I'm imperfect.

But seriously, I don't see the point in marriage.

When I'm dead, you'll be well covered.

You're seven years older than me, not 50.

Besides, I could always pay you first. That's not going to happen.

Then how do you know?

Because I love you.

Besides, life wouldn't be that cruel.

You nearly ready yet?

Give me a sec.

Vanity aside, that is the most beautiful photo you've ever taken.

And modesty aside, I agree.

Let's just say I was inspired by my muse.

Why did it take me so long to figure out what you meant by these numbers?

Because they were too obvious.

We need to go.

Now.

Fine. But you don't know what you're missing.

I do.

That's the problem.

I really love you.

Okay. Are you planning on making some sort of confession?

No, of course not.

It's important that you know.

Ignore me.

I'm being silly.

Go on, go. I'll see you tonight.

Make sure you wait up for me.

So you don't want to lift?

No, I feel like walking today.

Have fun returning to the scene of the crime.

Most of the people I met sleeping rough weren't doing so through choice. It was

out of necessity.

They're playing devil's advocate here, but if they choose to reject all support

services to house them, then surely it's voluntary.

From what I've witnessed, that view is too simplistic.

For some people, life on the streets becomes so ingrained that they find it

difficult to fit back into what would be considered a normal environment.

It's a catch -22 situation then, isn't it?

Personally, I think more needs to be done to prevent homelessness happening

the first place.

And you are?

Rebecca Sheldon.

Oh, the art critic.

Your photo doesn't do you justice.

Thank you.

That's a powerful message.

It's true.

We never know what's going to happen from one day to the next.

I want the viewer to understand the individual as a human being, not label

a homeless person or a drug addict.

There you are, Jen.

Paul, Rebecca.

Rebecca, Paul.

Nice to finally meet.

I've heard lots about you.

And read your critiques, of course.

Are you an artist as well? What do you... I'm sorry, but I'm going to have

deal, Jen, for a while.

Everyone wants to know the date you're going to make an honest man out of me.

Come on.

Well, nice to meet you.

Please be gentle. This is my first time, but I look forward to reading your

review.

It's been even without saying goodbye.

You looked busy.

I'm not busy now.

Can we go somewhere private?

One, please.

So you're engaged.

Filled off.

Look, I'm going to be honest with you.

I don't know why I'm here.

I just wanted to... I've never felt...

Yeah.

I'd better get there.

Genevieve?

I'm in here.

Hello?

I'm here to see Genevieve Simmons and Rebecca Sheldon. I just got a call to

she'd been brought here. I'm afraid she's being seen by the doctor at the

moment. If you take a seat. I'm sorry, you can't go in there. I want to be

I need to know if she's OK.

I'm sorry, but Doctor won't be long.

She's in the best place.

Miss Sheldon is here to see Miss Simmons.

What happened? How bad is she? Miss Simmons was attacked and has suffered

to her head.

We've had to put her in a medically induced coma.

It's just to prevent neurological damage. I want to see her.

Okay, but be prepared. She's hooked up to a lot of machines, so it may appear

scarier than it really is.

Have the police been informed?

Yes. I don't know much, but I'm sure they'll be contacting you at some point.

He's called how many times now?

Too many to count.

You don't like talking about him, do you?

Given the circumstances, it doesn't really seem appropriate.

Besides, my life with Ball already feels like ancient history.

Another time.

I nearly didn't follow you to your car the other night, you know.

I don't think you did.

Guess it's time to face the music, don't you?

putting off the inevitable.

Any regrets?

Yeah.

But I didn't meet you years ago.

who decided to come back.

I think we should talk when you're sober.

Are you fucking joking?

You stay out all weekend like a fucking alley cat on heat and have the gall

to dictate to me when we can talk.

You're drunk, and if you think you're going to intimidate me... Oh, just fuck

off, you fucking dyke.

Yeah.

That's right.

Dyke.

The whole fucking gallery was talking about you two.

The famous lesbian art lover and star -struck photographer.

Have you any idea how fucking small you made me feel?

Not to mention your poor parents hearing about their fucking pussy

-loving dyke of a daughter.

Leaving, are you?

Good.

Saves me the trouble of throwing you out.

Here.

Let me get the door.

Whatever the gentleman.

You have one new message.

Message received from Mum.

Today at 8 .47pm.

Is it true?

Please, Genevieve.

Paul called and Ethan... Is that her?

Give me that phone.

I demand that you bloody call us and let us know what you're playing at,

Genevieve. Do you hear me?

Have you lost all sense of...

I do not want another dog.

That hurts.

What do you want?

You want to talk? Let's talk.

Please, Genevieve, don't be brainwashed by these people.

People? You mean degenerates?

Degenerates. You mean like Ellen.

What? She's the famous American lesbian. I thought we might be compared. You

find it amusing.

No, I find it pathetic.

She's a good girl. It's not her fault.

Whatever her name is, she's messed with her head. Her name is Rebecca, and she's

not done anything to me.

I was hoping for at least some understanding when it came to my

My mistake.

What happened to you?

One minute you're a normal girl getting married and the next you're off with God

knows who.

If you don't snap out of this, girlie, we'll have nothing more to do with you.

Do you hear me? How could I not? And the feeling is totally mutual.

Don't you dare walk away while I'm speaking to you.

Genevieve!

How have you lived with him all these years?

never asked before.

happened, Elsie.

You've got ten seconds to get out of here or you'll be the one needing

care.

Can someone call me when they leave, please?

Thank you very much.

Miss Sheldon?

Yeah. I'm DC Smith. This is DC Simpson.

We'd like to talk to you about Miss Simmons, if we may.

Thank you.

I'm sorry we need to do this now, but we need to piece together Miss Simmons'

movements prior to her attack this morning.

I understand you share a flat with her.

Yeah, I do. And how long have you been living together?

I'm sorry, but what relevance does this have to do with anything?

I'm sorry if this seems personal, but it's just procedure.

I'm sure you can appreciate that we're starting this case off on a blank canvas

and we need to learn everything we possibly can about Miss Simmons.

We've been living together for four years.

Could you go through this morning's events?

And if possible, Miss Simmons' timetable for the day, please.

Nothing else Miss Simmons had mentioned.

Okay. We'll leave it.

For now.

There's no need to be afraid.

I'm Dr. Frank.

Better?

Yes.

How did I get here?

I'm afraid you were attacked.

Attacked?

By who?

We don't know. And at the moment, your health is our main concern.

Now, just let me check something.

Very good.

Do you know what year it is?

Do you know who the Prime Minister is?

The Prime Minister, yes.

Do you know your name?

It's okay.

Try and relax.

If you're feeling up to it, you've got visitors who want to say a quick hello.

Doctor? Yes?

I don't know these people.

It's OK.

The blow to your head has just left you a bit forgetful.

This is your mum and dad and this is Paul.

Your boyfriend.

Try not to stress too much. You've nothing to worry about. You're in safe

We thought we'd lost you.

Glad you're OK.

How are you feeling?

My head hurts.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you all to leave now.

We must make sure Genevieve gets plenty of rest.

How long have I been here?

Four days.

Four days of sleep and I still feel like crap.

It's risky, Eddie.

What if Jen remembers?

God has done this for a reason.

He won't let us down.

Paul's right, Eddie.

So, about her memory.

The good news is that the CT scan has ruled out anything serious.

As a result, I believe she has dissociative amnesia, which is

nature. Recovery can be measured in weeks, months and even years.

We must ensure she has plenty of rest and no stress.

Hello?

Yeah, speaking.

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

Sleepyhead. How are you feeling?

Do I know you?

Ginny, it's me.

I'm sorry I don't remember you.

Ginny, that's not even funny.

I'm your... I don't remember anyone.

Please leave. I'm sick of people trying to make me remember stuff. I just want

to be left alone.

Leave me alone.

Why don't I make us some tea?

I think I'll go straight to bed if that's okay.

I'm lacquered. Oh.

Well, come on then. I'll show you your room.

I'm going to get an early night.

Thanks for everything.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Genevieve. Ah, yeah, she's been discharged.

Her parents and boyfriend are over the moon.

Boyfriend?

What's going on out there? Oh, nothing for you to worry about.

What the fuck is going on? Did you tell Jeannie you're her boyfriend?

I don't know what you mean.

I want to see Jeannie, now!

Listen to me carefully.

Turn around, get in your car and don't show your face around here again.

Now fuck off or you still have the chance. Oi!

I think you made your point, mate, don't you?

Yeah. Just like I thought.

This isn't over.

Not by a long shot.

Thanks for coming over.

You said it was urgent on the phone that you're concerned about Genevieve's

welfare.

Jeannie's parents have been lying to her about who I am.

They've told her Paul's her boyfriend.

I know.

When I went to question her, the family asked me not to mention your

relationship so as not to confuse her.

Look, I shouldn't even be discussing this case with you.

But we're under direct orders not to mention you.

How is that even legal?

I mean, how can Jeannie's parents lie to her and just get away with it? If I had

my way, I'd tell her the truth.

But the family have made it clear to my superiors that anybody caught with any

kind of information that might cause a setback to her rehabilitation would

result in action being taken against them. So I thought she remembered

something. I'm basically fucked.

Look, I know this must be tough, but she

seems perfectly happy.

She's not being held against her will. So they get to erase me out of her life

and I've just got to sit here and take it.

I feel that I can't tell her the truth, but there's nothing to stop you from

telling her. I don't want to confuse her more than she already is.

I sent over a box of her belongings today.

Let's see how her parents explain why I had them.

Genevieve thinks you're flatmates.

Flatmates?

Are you kidding me?

Maybe this is the universe trying to right a wrong.

I was going over your notes and something struck me as not being quite

You said that Genevieve was on her way to a meeting at London Bridge at 10am,

right? Yeah.

OK, so it would seem strange that she would have been in another part of

when she should have been at her meeting, don't you think?

I can't believe Jeannie would lie to me.

Did you check to see if she had a meeting with the gallery owner? Yeah,

confirmed their appointment, but Genevieve called him to put it back an

Obviously something happened from the time she left you to make her change her

plans.

And even though we haven't located her phone yet, we have checked her call

and the last call she received was from a phone box on the South Bank.

And this, um, this situation with Paul, I don't quite get the connection.

Jeannie dated him a few years ago, and then she met me, and they split up.

A few days after he proposed to her.

Ouch. Yeah.

Ouch.

Anyway, things got nasty. People took sides.

Mostly Paul.

Especially most of Jeannie's family and friends.

In the end, she stopped calling them.

Then, out of the blue, we get Paul's invitation.

On the very same day, Genevieve gets attacked.

Your mum sent me to check up on you.

Are you okay?

Fine. Just thought I'd try out my camera.

If it jogs my memory.

Any luck?

Seriously, if my mum tells me what an amazing person I am one more time, I

I'll scream.

It's the truth.

It's the thing, I have no negative traits.

I find that hard to believe.

It's true.

Unless you count doing things before really thinking them through and being

impulsive by the negative.

You make me sound like a rebellious teenager.

You asked.

I was thinking of visiting that therapist the hospital recommended.

No.

Look, I'm sorry, Jen, but you know I just don't trust those quacks. They

put anything in your mind. Well, I have to try something.

I need to remember who attacked me. They could be stood right in front of me and

I wouldn't even know.

I won't let anything happen to you.

We'll get through this.

Together.

Thanks, Paul.

You're a good friend.

I hope I'm more than just a friend.

Speaking of friends, that woman who visited me in the hospital, Mum said

my flatmate.

I feel awful. I was really rude to her.

Don't. You two aren't exactly best friends.

Really? She seemed genuinely concerned.

Well, that's Rebecca for you.

Always putting on a front of some kind.

So you're not a fan of her either?

Not especially.

I tell you what.

Why don't you come back to mine and I'll cook dinner?

And you can be the first to see my new work.

No pressure.

Just dinner.

Okay, then.

Just dinner.

That's my girl.

This is delicious.

Did I overcook?

Does, uh, boiling an egg count?

Oh, is that bad?

This is just like old times.

I'm sorry, I can't remember.

No, don't be.

I have more than enough memories for the both of us.

They'll just have to do for now.

What's he going to say?

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have done that.

Please, sit and enjoy your meal.

I will, I just need to use the loo.

Jesus, Genevieve, why are you a virgin?

Yeah, are you alright? Yeah, I'll be out in a minute.

So how are you feeling today?

Breathless.

Suffocated. Like I'm living under a microscope.

What's making you feel like that?

It's been a few weeks now.

How do you feel about Paul?

I can imagine I would be attracted to someone like him, but he just doesn't

reach me.

We don't have the connection. I think we should.

And Rebecca, have you made contact with her yet?

I don't see the point.

If we were true friends, she would have made the effort to see me by now.

She even sent my stuff via courier rather than delivering it herself.

Just shows Paul was right. We weren't that close.

But do you feel as though you were?

I did, but I was obviously wrong.

Could it be possible that she's giving you some space to find yourself?

You think?

What do you think?

Do you know why your parents and Paul don't like her?

I've tried to ask.

but they get evasive every time they hear her name.

Oh, I see.

And do you feel the need to please your parents and Paul?

Your life was in London, right?

Do you feel drawn to Rebecca because you think that she can help you get your

memory back?

I'm wondering if...

You could return to London. It may stimulate your memory.

Genevieve, what's important to you right now?

Obviously getting my memory back.

But at the same time, I don't want to hurt my parents.

Yeah, I understand that. I do. But first we need to focus on your memory loss

and uncover who you are.

You're saying I should go back to London?

That's your choice.

But in my experience, if you want to get over this, you need to go back and go

through it.

Are you awake, love?

Yes.

You've been up here since you came back from your therapy. Are you feeling ill?

No.

Well...

and he's waiting to see you.

So is someone going to tell me about Rebecca then?

How am I going to get my memory back if you're keeping secrets from me?

Can someone please tell me why you all have such a problem with her? Or do I

need to call her and ask her myself?

Well?

Is anyone going to speak?

It's a bit of a sore subject, really.

A sore subject for who?

The two of you have been living together for some time, and she basically ruined

my chances of getting an exhibition by writing a really bad review about it.

Why would she do that? Your work's amazing.

Because, um... Because she was jealous of our relationship, Jen.

We had words, and things got a little out of hand.

Why were you together?

I was always under the impression she liked you and... We didn't want to tell

you because we didn't want to upset you.

Can you forgive us?

Yes, of course.

We also think she could be a bad review for personal reasons.

Look, I'd appreciate if we kept this between us.

I mean, things have worked out for the best and... I think it's best we leave

in the past, for it belongs.

Speaking of the past, I've decided I'm moving back to London.

You're what?

I'm moving back to London.

My therapist thinks it will help me get my memory back. Did you not hear a word

Paul said?

She's a lesbian.

You should be disgusted at the idea of being in that sort of environment.

That's not the way we raised you. But I don't remember how you raised me, do I?

All I know is what I believe now.

And Rebecca being a lesbian doesn't put me off at all.

Live and let live, right?

You don't need to worry about me.

I have my own mind. It's not going to be warped by anyone.

Tell her, Paul. Tell her you're making a big mistake. My decision had nothing to

do with Paul.

Mum, Dad, I'll be careful, I promise.

But don't fight me on this.

Support me.

Please don't worry about me, Mum.

I just want you to be happy.

I know.

The more we try to prevent her from seeing Rebecca, the more she's going to

fight against us.

Rebecca.

Let's just hope she doesn't remember anything once she gets back there.

I didn't expect you so early.

No, I was awake, so I didn't see the point in hanging around.

I've got what you brought with you.

The rest of my stuff's arriving later.

Okay, well, let me show you around so you can familiarise yourself with

everything.

So, this is your bedroom.

And this is the kitchen, obviously.

I'm guessing that's mainly your domain, as I hear I'm not much of a cook.

You could say that.

Do I have a workspace?

Yeah, follow me.

Well, I'll leave you to get settled in.

If you need anything, give me a yell, okay?

I will.

Thanks, Rebecca.

Rebecca? Rebecca?

Rebecca? Are you all right?

I thought I heard a noise.

It's probably next door dragging their garden furniture.

Oh.

How about I make us some breakfast?

Have you eaten?

That'll be why you're looking so pale.

You never could go on an empty stomach.

I'm going to get dressed, okay?

It was delicious.

Must have been my favourite.

Actually, it was.

You know, you could say that about anything you whip up and I wouldn't know

you were messing with me or not.

You're actually very fond of my haggis. God, please tell me you're joking.

I'm sorry if I freaked you out earlier.

I guess I'm still a bit anxious about being back in London.

It's perfectly understandable.

But I promise you, you're safe here.

So, are you going back to work?

Paul thinks it's for the best. He thinks I'll lose my creative ability if I

don't use it.

Could not but notice your reaction when I mentioned Paul.

Oh, actually... Fine.

I understand.

You do?

About the animosity between you two.

He's agreed to bury the hatchet and I'd be really grateful if you'd do the same.

Don't want any bad feelings when he comes round.

Yeah, of course.

That'll be him now.

Paul. Yeah, we're going to see an art exhibition.

I told you I'm squeamish.

That was ridiculous.

I know, I know.

Mmm, very nice.

Can't take any credit, I'm afraid. Picked them up from the supermarket.

What?

You hate tuna.

Do I?

Yep.

So, what have you been up to today?

Nothing special.

I went to a little French place on Shaftesbury Avenue with Paul.

Do you know it?

That was our favourite haunt.

I went there most Sundays.

It's probably where it felt like I recognised the place.

That's encouraging.

Yeah, it was more of a feeling than anything else. Like a déjà vu moment.

What were you two talking about when it happened?

You.

Oh.

Don't worry, it was nothing bad.

I've just realised I hardly know anything about you.

What do you want to know?

I don't know.

Where did you grow up?

Hampstead.

How long have you been an art critic?

Seven years.

Must be tough, being in a position where you have the power to ruin an artist's

career.

I would never do that to someone.

I have the utmost respect for artists.

Even if their work was mediocre, I'd still write a balanced review.

So do you have a partner?

I mean, I can make myself scarce when you need to be alone.

I'd better see who that is.

Paul did it for you.

He's just getting something out of the car.

I only saw him a few hours ago.

Thanks for the sushi, but I think I'm going to get on with some work.

Guess who's just sold a shitload of paintings for top dollar?

Glasses please!

Celebration!

For the future.

Couldn't be happier for you.

For us, you mean?

You know, there's only one thing that could happen tonight that would make me

happier than I already am.

No. I want to see you.

What's the matter?

It's you. You look different.

I can't do this.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I don't care if she's coming back! I'm not gonna let you do

this to me again, do you hear me?

Hmm.

Let me believe you actually give a fuck about what happened to me. I don't

understand what you mean. You leave your girlfriend with a man who's trying to

fuck her while you run off in the middle of the night.

That's right, Becca.

I remember.

How could you not tell me?

How could you let me go back with my parents, let me think Paul was my

boyfriend?

How could you do that to me? They threatened me and told me not to contact

I couldn't exactly turn around and say, oh, by the way, I'm your lesbian lover.

You wouldn't have believed me and then I might never have seen you again. You

should have taken the fucking risk.

I didn't want to hurt you. I love you.

Bullshit! So you'd have let me sleep with Paul last night because that's how

much you love me.

You'd have let me roll around with him, kiss his neck the way you like it

because that's all I can remember to do.

That's how much you love me.

You have to understand. The only thing I understand is the people who are meant

to care about me don't give a shit.

I was attacked.

I lost everything.

I didn't know who I was.

And you all just started lying to me.

You let them use my suffering to manipulate me. Do you realise how

that is?

Ginny, I'm so sorry. It's way too late for that.

Ginny, I'm sorry!

Today's the day I'm leaving.

I want nothing you can have at all.

Leaving with the last bit of my sanity.

You took the rest.

Like a drip, drip, drip you fed me.

Nothing but insults and lies.

I want to leave with the remainder of my sanity.

So bye.

Everything's a shot at war.

Fuck you. Now, see here. And fuck you too.

Is anyone going to tell me why you've all been lying to me?

Lying to you about what exactly?

Well, why shall we start?

My sexuality?

Rebecca? Him?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I see.

More lies.

I know the truth, Dad.

And what do you know, Genevieve?

That he is not my partner and hasn't been for years.

And you know this how?

Did she tell you?

Does it matter?

You don't even feel ashamed of yourself, do you?

Well?

Everything's about you, isn't it?

You couldn't care less about the consequences your actions have on other

As long as you get what you want.

You've brought nothing but shame on your family.

Not to mention making me the laughing stock of the art world. While you waltz

around with that thing.

So is that it then?

You're just humiliated because I left you for a woman. What?

Paul, what were you all going to do when I got my memory back?

Did you even want me to? Of course we did. What is so wrong with me, Mum, that

you had to lie?

You're our daughter.

I wouldn't love you, even though you are a... that you've made mistakes.

Mistakes? Did you say mistakes?

She's a filthy lesbian.

The Lord does not forgive that ever. I don't need forgiveness for who I am.

And after what you've done, you bring up God.

You're the ones who need forgiveness. What kind of people are you?

You come into your parents' house and have your deputy to ask them what kind

people they are.

Well, we know what kind of person you are.

Someone so self -obsessed that you actually thought I'd pick you over

That thing you're with.

She turned you.

She took you away from us and we were only taking you back for your own good.

Well, it didn't work.

Now I'm going to check on mum and then I am done with you.

Jeannie? Jeannie?

What the fuck are you doing here?

To put an end to all this.

If I was to ask you to leave Genevieve alone, would you?

It doesn't matter what I do.

She's with Paul now. She doesn't want to be in a relationship with me anymore.

Nice try, but I know you told her the truth.

Becca? Becca?

Oh, my God. Becca!

Come and talk to me, Becca.

Becca, talk to me.

Come on, Becca.

Fuck! Fuck!

Do you need an ambulance?

Now!

She's going to be fine. She's going to be okay.

What the hell happened?

I don't know. I found Becca in our flat, unconscious.

Any sign of a break -in?

No, because he had my key.

I think the person who attacked Rebecca is the same person who attacked me.

Is it Genevieve? Has she been hurt again?

No, she's fine.

May we come in?

Is your husband here?

Yes, but why?

Mr Simmons?

You are under arrest for the grievous bodily harm of Genevieve Simmons and

Rebecca Sheldon.

She's alive, is she?

Stand up.

Do you know what it's like to try and prevent your only daughter from being

condemned to eternal suffering in hell?

I don't.

But I promise you, you won't be seeing her there any time after you arrive.

did you do, Eddie? What did you do?

Oh, shut up, you stupid bitch.

Do you think I don't know about your past?

I don't care what you think of me anymore. You're a monster.

And I've been so weak and so guilty. For what?

Our daughter's a lesbian. For fucking what? This is all your fault. Must be in

your genes. Mother like daughter.

Take him to the car.

You don't have to say anything, but it may harm your defense.

It was my dad, wasn't it?

I'm so sorry.

I love you so much.

He loved me.

Are we actually getting out of bed today?

No, we're not.

I just heard about your father.

I can't believe that's what he got up, what he did to you.

All of it.

And I...

I know it's worth nothing, but... I really did love you.

Hello? Hello?

Yes?

Nancy?

I knew you would call one day.

It was only a matter of time.