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Morning.

I thought you liked me making you breakfast.

You shouldn't be looking after me.

Do you want to sit down?

We need to make some changes.

What changes?

Well, I'm gonna take less shifts, and be around a bit more.

And I don't want any more stealing, or bullying.

I wasn't bullying him.

He's a crybaby, I hardly touched him.

Really?

Yeah.

That's not what his mum said.

Is there something you're not telling me?

I'm an open book, Mum.

Just like you.

I'll defrost the car for you.

The windscreen will be frozen solid.

But you don't need to do that.

Mum, it's no problem. I'll get the engine going, too.

Is everything all right?

Yeah. Kettle did the job.

It's ready to go.

What are you doing today?

Just delivering Christmas cards. Christmas shopping.

Well, have a great day, Mum.

"My name is Jenny Woodford, I was married to Peter Shelton..."

Peter Shelton...

"Peter Shelton is my ex-husband.

"When I was married to him, he violently abused me and my son."

"He has served the minimum term in prison of his life sentence

"for murder."

"A local teacher savagely murdered by his girlfriend's ex -husband."

He was stabbed to death.

Oh, damn.

Hi. I'm Jenny. I'm Sam's mum.

Right.

I wondered if I could speak to Oscar.

I don't think that's a good idea.

I just wanted to find out what happened.

Haven't you asked Sam?

Yeah.

Well, my wife told you the rest, so what more is there to discuss?

Please!

Just five minutes.

I thought he was going to give me another diving lesson.

I should've taken the hint.

So, he... He pushed you in the shower in your uniform.

Was that it?

Did something else happen?

No.

It's okay.

OSCAR: No... He... He... I...

I fell, that's all.

You don't have to lie for Sam.

I told you I didn't want to talk about it.

Oscar, wait.

-I think you should leave now.

I'm so sorry.

Um... Was Sam's dad killed in Afghanistan?

No.

You should know he's been making up stories about him.

Do you think he might be in need of a father figure?

Not having his dad around is the best thing that ever happened to my son.

I'm sorry for bothering you.

Oh!

Sorry.

Here we are.

Hi, Gran.

Uh, two bells. One by your bed and the other one by your chair.

Well, you have been hard at work.

We've tried to put anything you need close to the bed.

Yeah. Everything you had upstairs,

-but without... Oh!

I'm sorry, Mum.

I'll get a dustpan and brush.

Butterfingers.

Typical.

I'm glad you're home, Gran.

Me, too.

DELIVERY MAN: Delivery for a Louise Tilson.

RECEPTIONIST: Yes, I can take that. Thank you.

DELIVERY MAN: Thank you very much.

Philip Dawes... Philip Dawes... Philip Dawes...

RECEPTIONIST: Excuse me. Can I help you?

Hi. I'm looking for Philip Dawes.

Do you have an appointment?

No. No, I don't.

Can't you squeeze me in? Just two minutes?

RECEPTIONIST: I'm afraid not. Not without an appointment.

Is it all right?

Thank you.

Pleasure.

So, is it just the two of you Christmas day?

Yeah. I don't know what it will be like this year. Sam's...

Putting you through it a bit, still?

I've just... I've just seen Oscar, the boy he bullied.

Hey. It's all right.

He's also been stealing.

What's he stealing, exactly?

A watch.

From one of the patients.

Well, tell him he has to give it back or you're gonna get the police involved.

Teach him a lesson.

I can't.

It was Mr Williams.

The patient that Cathy was suspended over.

WAITRESS: Here we are.

Jenny, these things start off small, but, trust me,

they can soon get out of hand.

You're right.

Mr Dawes?

Yeah?

I was wondering if you could help me?

-Do I know you? -No.

I'm Sam. Peter Shelton's son.

I want to see my dad.

I'm sorry. I can't help you with that.

Okay, here's my problem, Philip.

Look, I know, as a minor,

I need to be accompanied by an adult for a prison visit. Okay, I get that.

But my mum, she doesn't find it easy talking about my dad.

Even acknowledging his existence.

You must visit the prison all the time, right?

Can you get a message to him?

I work with victims, not prisoners.

But you were at his parole?

I was there to support your mum.

But she's not a victim.

Listen, Sam.

It's her you need to speak to.

Could another adult come with me?

You, maybe. You could take me the next time you go.

That's not possible.

Philip...

I'm just desperate to see him.

I can't help you.

Excuse me.

JENNY: Cathy?

Cathy?

Cathy?

-I'm coming in.

Cathy?

Are you here?

Cathy?

-Cathy, are you there?

My dad is not dead.

Where is he?

He's in prison.

What for?

Murder.

Oh, my God.

Who did he murder?

My mum's boyfriend.

She always made out that she loved my dad, but...

Turns out she ran off with another guy.

That's who Dad killed.

-That's screwed up. -Mmm-hmm.

It still doesn't give her the right to tell you he's dead.

I knew you'd understand.

Are you gonna go see him?

Of course I am.

And you think your mum will take you?

She's not gonna have a choice.

JENNY: I didn't even realise she was that upset.

BILL: Don't blame yourself.

You can never know what's going on inside someone else's head.

JENNY: I should've known.

She knew you were on her side.

She was a bloody good nurse.

I don't even think she did anything wrong.

Hey...

I'm really sorry, about Cathy.

Oh, it's Sam. I've got to go.

Are you sure you're all right? Do you want me to drive you home?

No, I'm all right.

-SAM: Mum, where the hell have you been? -

I've been calling you.

What's wrong?

It's Cathy.

What?

She was in the bath.

Just lying there.

What happened?

She'd been drinking and, um...

There were pills.

Was it an accident?

Maybe.

Or suicide.

Really?

And the police were there?

Yeah.

What did they think?

Well, she... She was depressed.

If she was to blame for Mr Williams' death,

then that might have pushed her over the edge.

Are they investigating it any further?

I don't know, Sam.

I can't believe she's gone.

Come on, Mum.

It's Christmas tomorrow.

Not much of a Christmas.

Hey! Look, don't be like that.

I mean...

I still haven't wrapped your present.

Everything's gonna be okay. You'll see.

That looks nice.

Leg or breast?

I told you not to bother.

Breast, then.

It's the best bit.

There you are.

How much did that set you back? Twenty quid?

BILL: It's only Christmas once a year.

Twenty-five?

Gran, let's not worry about that now.

I'll worry about what I bloody well want. It's my house.

And my turkey. Right, Bill?

That's right. I found the tin.

Just the tin, mind. There was nothing...

I was only borrowing it, okay? I'm gonna put everything back.

-Of course you will. -I will.

How? You don't have a job.

That's why you're really here, isn't it? Free bed and board.

Mum!

Gran, can we eat?

It's still strange without Mum.

Yeah.

Here's to her.

Mum?

I'm not gonna toast that bloody woman.

Don't say that.

Just 'cause she's dead doesn't make it less true.

Mum, please.

Chrissy doesn't need this, right? I don't want another repeat of...

Of what?

The whole last 20 years bit?

What are you saying about my mum?

Oh, your mother was an angel.

-Butter wouldn't melt.

But really she was a conniving, domineering bitch.

Oh, she had you under her thumb, didn't she?

She always knew you were weak.

When she died, I thought, it's a blessing.

Perhaps you'd finally step up for once. Be a man.

But no, you did what you always do, didn't you?

You fell apart. Ah, poor Bill, send you over the edge, did it?

-You heartless bitch!

BILL: Bitch!

SAM: So, should we do presents now?

Stockings first.

Fine.

Aw, my favourite.

Chocolates, nuts and oranges.

It's what you always have.

And that's why it's perfect.

So, go on. Open your present.

Family tree.

I thought we could fill it in now.

Well. Make a start anyway.

So...

You and me.

It's easy enough.

What about Dad?

I know his name was Peter Woodford. But what about middle names?

No, no middle names.

-You don't seem very sure. -Yeah. I'm sure.

Mum?

I called the hospital. You've got the day off on Tuesday.

What do you mean you called the hospital?

We're going out.

You and me. Like a family outing.

What are you talking about?

You're gonna take me to see my dad.

"Peter Liam George Shelton."

I'm sorry.

I...

I meant to tell you.

But what?

You, er, couldn't find the right time?

Please.

Please, listen to me...

Do you have any idea how it feels to grow up without your dad?

I... I had to protect you.

Protect me?

Yeah, it's no wonder you never liked to talk about him.

'Cause it's you. You're the one I need protecting from.

-Sam! Sam! -Get off me.

You and all your lies.

MARGARET: Chrissy, who is it?

Can we go somewhere?

-Anywhere? -Yeah, of course.

Let me get my coat.

Hello.

I don't like the look of you.

Not one bit.

-You wanna watch who you're talking to. -Are you threatening me?

-CHRISSY: Sam?

What's going on?

Is she giving you a hard time?

Nothing I can't handle.

Let's go. Come on.

CHRISSY: They're all liars. SAM: Yeah, but...

And that's why you've got to keep one step ahead of them.

You're the only good thing about this place.

We should never have come to Margaret's house.

I hate her.

I wish she was dead.

Do you really?

I wouldn't say it if I didn't.

It's good to know it's not just me.

Yeah.

We're both freaks.

Christmas present.

Okay.

Thank you.

It's nothing really. Chuck it if you hate it.

It's not that.

I haven't got anything for you.

That's all right.

Tell a lie.

Close your eyes.

Close them.

-Sam. -Close your eyes.

SAM: Okay, now turn around.

-What? -Turn around.

Now, put your hair up.

Okay.

You can open them now.

Beautiful.

Shut up.

Shut up.

Hey!

Where have you been? I've been worried sick!

What've you decided? Hmm?

Are you taking me?

Where have you been?

With Chrissy.

Your turn.

Do you know what he did?

Do you know why he's in prison?

He's a murderer.

So?

That's why I told you he was dead.

-I want to see him. -You don't...

You don't want to have anything to do with him.

-He's not who you want him to be. -Yeah, he is.

I remember him.

Playing with me, and...

-Swinging me round like I was flying. -No, no. That...

That was James.

That was James. James loved you.

-James was your father. -I don't want to hear about him!

No, but that was the man that he killed.

You mean the man you ran away with?

-Why did you leave my dad? -He wasn't your dad.

He didn't love you. He didn't even want me to have you.

I want to see him.

I can't do that.

-I won't. -You will.

-Mum, you will do that.

Because if you don't you'll never see me again.

- Sam. -No, no, no, no, no.

You look at me now.

It's been 12 years.

And I'm not going to spend another day without him.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Listen. I'm sorry about yesterday...

Yeah, so am I.

-But I'm not surprised. -It's just...

You know, the things she says...

-Don't let her get to you. -I know. You're right.

When did you get so tough?

Someone's got to be.

I need you to be there for me too, Dad.

-Chrissy...

I promise.

I promise, I'm never gonna let you down again.

Eh? What's this?

It's a Christmas present.

-Sam got it for me. -Yes, it's nice.

It's a bit old-fashioned.

I think it's beautiful.

Look, I know you're really keen on him, but...

Don't go getting too serious, love.

Why?

He seems a bit troubled.

He's fine with me.

Thanks.

PETER: Hi, Sam.

Hi.

Hi, Sam. Hi, Sam.

Hi. Sam.

Hello, Jenny. I saw your name in the visitors' book.

Is this your son?

-Yeah, this is Sam. -Hello.

-How are you, Sam? -I'm fine.

I'm excited to see my dad.

We've discussed everything.

Mum's agreed.

I'm gonna go meet him on my own.

HELEN: Is that okay with you?

Yeah.

This way, then.

-Is that him? -Yes.

He's...

He's not like I remember him.

Because it's not him that you remember. I told you that.

It's not too late. We can go home right now.

No, Mum. He's my dad.

Okay. But, Sam, the conversation might not go the way you want.

If you feel upset at any point, or uncomfortable...

I appreciate the warning, Helen.

Thank you.

Dad?

Hello, Sam.

-Do I look that bad? -No, you don't.

Have a seat.

She told me you were dead.

I can understand why she would have done that.

I can't.

It's not her fault.

It's my fault.

What do you remember?

SAM: Honestly?

Not much.

I don't really remember you.

It's okay. You were small.

I remember you, though.

Kicking a ball, riding your bike.

Mucking about in the paddling pool.

You'd keep going all day.

Made me tired just watching you.

We used to say you had rocket fuel in your veins.

-We? -Mmm. Me and Mum.

She left you.

She left you for...

-For that man. -Yes, for James.

Whatever she says... Whatever I did...

I loved her very much.

And I love you.

You don't even know me.

But I want to.

JENNY: Do you think he'll get parole?

HELEN: He's served his sentence without incident.

Engaged with therapy. Expressed remorse.

Do you think he's sorry?

He says so.

So you were in favour of his release?

No, but the system only judges him on his behaviour.

He could be pretending.

It's possible.

They can't lock him up forever.

If he gets out, the way Sam is...

I don't know what will happen.

So, what's it like?

Being in here?

I deserved it.

I took a life, Sam.

That's something I'll always have to live with.

I'm really pleased you came.

Do you regret it?

Every second of every day.

-Really? -Of course.

You don't have to talk to me like you talk to them.

Okay, that's good to know.

HELEN: What's going on between you and Sam?

He's angry with me.

He found out that I'd lied to him.

When he was little, I'd told him that Peter was dead.

Did he have any kind of support?

Therapy, back then?

Yeah, a few sessions.

They said he was

suffering extreme...

Extreme shock from the trauma.

So, when he could speak,

and he asked me questions,

I lied.

Was I wrong?

Well, it could explain his current lack of trust.

But even before he found out about his father, he...

He steals, he...

He bullies, he lies.

And then when he found out about his dad,

he didn't care that he'd violently abused me, that he'd killed someone.

He was proud of it.

He's excited by him. Look.

They're the same.

I'm gonna tell you something, Sam.

But it has to be our secret.

You can't tell your mother.

Anything. What is it?

I'm getting out.

-Are you sure? -Yeah.

Not sure how soon. But when I do,

I want us to be together.

Would you like that?

I'd love it.

She'll try and stop us.

Do you got a mobile number?

-Yeah. -Say it.

Nice and slow, not too loud.

You ready?

"O".

Seven.

Seven.

"O".

I'm ready to go back to my cell.