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Charity.

I've dibs on that.

We can scan it - make copies.

Good plan.

What do you want done with these?

Sally Army, I guess.

Lilly said...

that your marriage
didn't work out.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

My heart wasn't in it.

She knew it.

'So much for quitting.'

'January first, I said.'

'Yeah.'

Put that to music, I'll hum it.

Hello, Alan Harper.

Hello, pet. How are you?

Orla.

Right, well, I'll square it
with Lil and get back to you.

No, I will today, don't worry.

OK. All right, then. Ta-ra.

The get-together before
the flat's sold is this weekend.

And Victor.

You're up for it, aren't you?

Seeing everyone?

Why not? Oi.

Oi!

One scratch on that,

I'll hunt you down! Go on.

Something's different.

Mmm.

The scar from the bomb,
I had it seen to.

Plastic surgery?

And you used to blather how your
looks were a curse, not a blessing.

We need to talk about something, Mum.

Dad?

A word?

You know they brought in that thing
about buying council houses?

How you said you'd be six foot under
before that day ever dawned for you?

That day is here.

I rang a local estate agent,
got a few valuations out of them.

It's too much. We can't.

No, no, look. We made a packet
selling our own place

and Lilly's business has taken off
like a bloody Exocet.

I've got a few irons in the fire,
as it were, so...

you know, "bosh bosh,"
as Mr Enfield would say.

It's not like we've got children
to share it with, is it?

Appreciated. Thank you.

Hey, come here. Thank you.

It's bollocks what they say,
isn't it?

"Money can't buy you happiness."

Woo!

'Here west was meeting east
in one huge whoop of joy.'

More narration here.

"Few commentators predicted
such seismic change

"would spread through Europe."
And dig out the Thatcher piece

on how a single Germany will
distort the power balance.

Charlotte Pugh?

'Hello, Miss Pugh.'

Hello.

Listen. Orla called. The farewell do
for the flat is this weekend.

We'll need to sort
childcare for Emma.

'Why don't we take her with us?'

'We haven't seen anyone
since the move up north.'

She can finally meet everyone.

'She'll be bored silly.'

She can stay with a friend. I'll
make some calls. See you later.

I'll get back to you.

Any joy?

Oh, I'm the man of the moment.
They're bloody queuing up.

What have we got?

A no from Denis Healey.

And Roy Hattersley says he has
no vacancies for an SDP refugee.

Unforgiving bloody bunch.

You want me to try Gordon Brown?
See if he's an opening?

I'd as soon have root canal.

You've got a visitor.

She said you were expecting her.

Copies of the bills you were after.

Rates, utilities,
and the tenancy agreement.

You are coming this weekend, Jack?
It's important we're all there.

Do the others know yet?

I said it's a get-together
to say goodbye to the flat. And Jay?

The same.

If he won't listen to you,
why would he to us?

Because we're the closest thing
to a family he's got.

If enough of us say the same thing,
he has to listen.

He won't thank you for ambushing him.

I'll not sit by and do nothing

while he does a kamikaze
on his entire life!

Jack!

I'll let you get on.

Will you and he look for
somewhere together or...?

If he's still speaking to me
after the weekend.

Things as they are now...

I had no choice but to sell, Orla.

I have to move on.

'I no longer believe it possible

'to resolve that conflict
from within this Government.

'That is why I have resigned.'

'In doing so...'

Do you have any washing
that needs doing?

Oh, yeah.

One second.

Off out tonight?

Yeah... 'the conflict of loyalties
with which I have myself wrestled

'for perhaps too long.'
Thank you very much. Thanks.

Not too late, Jay.

They're getting here before
lunch tomorrow, remember.

Oi.

Sleeping beauty.

Stop it!

Oh, God!

It's heavy.

Hello?

Ah.

We're all here,

except for you. See you then.

Stuck in traffic.

'What's with the facial hair, Alan?'

'He's going through
a Tom Selleck phase.'

'Who says it was a phase?'

Cheers, everyone!

Cheers!

Is Victor not joining us, Charlie?

He's dropping Emma off
at her cousins in Clapham.

Pity. I was looking forward
to meeting her finally.

Seven years now, Charlie?

Eight, surely.

Orla told me about your mother.

How it was you who found her.

So,

now the SDP's folded, what's next?
Throw your lot in with Labour again?

There'll be snowploughs in Hell

before Kinnock lets us lot
back in the fold.

He blames us for his humiliation
at the polls. By splitting the vote

we let Thatcher back in.

What exactly does
a Special Adviser do?

They're the ghosts
in the political machine, Jay.

The power behind the throne.

Or the fall guy
when things go down the pan.

Charlotte, how's life in the North?

Still keeping coal in t'bath,
are they?

They have to keep it somewhere.

We're still waiting on our invite.

Join the club.

Oh, give the poor bitch a break.

Oh, I caught your credit
on the box again the other night.

Felt absurdly...

proud of you, actually.

And motherhood?

How's that been?

Best thing that's
ever happened to me.

Bar none.

And you?

What's with you on the home front?

Well, as it happens... What's with
Heseltine's leadership bid, Jack?

Think Maggie will survive it?

If she can survive
the debacle of the Poll Tax,

she can survive
Tarzan doing his worst, I'm sure.

No, I think she'll manage.
Oh, here he is!

Come on. Good girl.

Sorry, sorry we're late.

Why did you not take her to Clapham?

- Their youngest had chicken pox.
- This must be Emma.

Yes, and this is Lilly, Alan's wife.

This is Jay the doctor. Hello, Emma.

And this is Jack, he used to share
a house with Mummy and Daddy too.

Jesus, Jay! I'm on it, I'm on it.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

It's all right, darling,
it's only a nose bleed.

Shall we get you some crisps?

Just this once though.
What would you like?

Rrrr!

Rrryeow!

He's really bought into it.
Fatherhood.

She made us complete.

Is that why
you didn't have any more?

Victor says it's like
his colour is invisible to her.

If we had our own, she'd always be
reminded she's not his.

I tell myself deceiving him
is a necessary lie.

For the greater good.

So you didn't move to Manchester
to hide her from everyone?

Your so-called best friend
cuts you out of her life for years.

What did you expect, a red carpet?

I had no choice.

If I'd stayed in London,
stayed in touch,

I would have made you
complicit in the lie.

Or reminded you of it.

When do we do the deed?

When we get back to the flat.

Make it sooner rather than later.

My father's had another turn.

I have to pop up and see him tonight.

Had enough.

Orla. Oh, my go?

A stitch.

Karl Marx came here when he was
cranking up his theory of Communism.

Must be turning in his bloody grave,

seeing the whole edifice
come crashing down.

Still, he got summat right.

If Communism is about
owning the means of production,

the Information Super Highway
is where it's at.

You can forget
your industrial revolution, Jack.

This is the electronic revolution.
A global game changer.

I'm talking about entire nations
electronically connected.

Very exciting. I've come up with
this consortium with some others.

We're looking for venture capital.
A chance to come in at ground level.

Jack?

Ah, sorry...

The Information, what is it?

On Saturday morning

I had ballet class
and Mummy and I went shopping.

Two "p"s in shopping.

'The contest for the leadership
of the Conservative Party

'has become increasingly bitter as
we edge closer to tomorrow's vote.

'Mrs Thatcher said Mr Heseltine
has jeopardised...' Dig in, guys.

Bloody hell, Orla.
Have you made enough?

She still cooks for an army,
though it's only two of us here.

You get through it, don't you?
Cheers, everyone.

Cheers. Chin-chin.

You've still got a gin on the go.
I'm multi-tasking.

Truth be told, I've got you all here
under false pretences.

You want to tell them
what's been going on with you, Jay?

You say I'm overreacting, fine.

Let's see what people think
when they find out what you're doing.

I... I'm afraid
you've had a wasted trip, guys.

Tonight's floor show is cancelled.
Indefinitely.

He's HIV.

He was diagnosed six months ago.

You're in on this as well,
are you, Jack?

It's under control.

I'm on AZT. I'm doing fine.

Except for the side effects.

Is that what the nosebleed
was about? And there's more.

He hasn't said anything
to anyone at work about it.

Are you allowed to do that?

Operate when you've got AIDS?

HIV is not AIDS.

But it's the virus that leads to it.
Not in every case it's not.

You can't catch it from a handshake!
Even Princess Di gets that.

What if you have a nosebleed
while operating? Or cut yourself?

I've never cut myself
in an operation! Not once! Before you operate on a child

you make sure the parents
have the relevant information

so they can make
an informed decision?

Don't they have the right to know?

A surgeon can go home,
hit the bottle, do a line of coke.

That affects his performance.

Patients don't know
about that, do they?

There is not one recorded case of
HIV being transmitted by a doctor.

How about off the record?

You can still practice medicine.
There's radiography, research...

I'm a surgeon!

It's what I do.

It's what I am!

Jesus, why do none of you
bloody get that?

Someone should go and talk to him.

Let him cool off awhile.

Someone has to tell him
what it would do to him,

living with a lie like that
year after year.

I'm sorry, that's just
so rich coming from you.

Oh, come on.

Glass houses and stones.

I mean, I am to blame too.

I said to her, when she told me
about Jack and the baby,

I said she should tell you
it was someone else's,

a one-night stand.

She said...
What was it you said, Charlotte?

"What kind of a person
would that make me?"

Someone who wants it all ways,
apparently.

Lilly!

Hey,

I was in the dark too.

Finally.

For Pete's bloody sake!
Jack, how are you?

There he is! Tardy bugger.

Lilly.

Bit of a grisly job, eh?

You could say that.

And she was alone when it happened.

Two weeks before they found her.

Maybe...

Jack should take a look at the safe.

She had a fire safe
and we can't find the keys.

I'll be there.

I'll make a start on the bathroom.

We could take it to a locksmith,
let them have a go at it?

Best not let it out of our sight
until we know what's in it.

I'll get a locksmith to come here.

We need to talk about her ashes,

what to do with them.

Nothing in the will?

No.

I'll sort it.

It was while we were
doing the detox for him.

He was hurting.

A pity shag.

Before she was born,

when we were waiting to see...
What colour she was?

I'd made up my mind...

if it turned out she was his,
I'd tell you the truth.

Even if it meant losing you.

But then you held her...

And it wasn't just about
what I'd lose any more.

So you did it for her.

Well, then you're
in the clear, Charlie.

I won't pretend that the thought
never crossed my mind.

I dismissed it, on the grounds you
were incapable of such deception.

You know when a witness lies
in court, they're held in contempt.

I never understood what that meant
until just now.

I can't actually
look at you right now.

I beg you, I'm begging you, Victor.
Forgive me, please try.

Please.

I must be off, Orla.

Tell Charlie I'll...

I'll be in touch.

Sure.

You go, Jack.

Leave someone else to pick up
the pieces after you as usual.

A trick I never quite mastered.

'Good evening,
good evening, gentleman.'

'I'm naturally pleased I got more
than half the parliamentary party,

'and disappointed it's not quite
enough to win on the first ballot

'so I confirm that it is my intention

'to let my name go forward
for the second ballot.'

Did he come back yet?

Victor?

How anyone comes back from
something like that, God only knows.

I thought you'd given up
on all things godly.

Oh,

I've occasion to call on Him
now and then.

Say one for me while you're at it.

I always do.

OK.

You win.

I'll tell them.

It's the right thing, Jay.

One day you'll...
You've struck oil, Orla.

No need to keep drilling.

So on a scale of one to ten,
how mad are you at me?

Off the bloody scale.

"This too shall pass."

Is he here?

Mystery solved.

The move up north,

dropping out of sight all this time?

I get it now.

What exactly do you want me
to do about this, Charlie?

Step up,

do the father thing?

Or step back?

I mean, she already has a father,
I get that too.

I don't want to complicate
things any... Jack?

The car's round the corner.
I couldn't find the damn house.

This is Alicia.

And James.

Charlotte. Hi.

Ready?

Go to Daddy.

Good boy.

God knows, we wouldn't want
to complicate anything.

Come on, Alan.

If you were in Victor's place,
you'd want to know the truth.

Bloody hellfire, Lilly!

Have you have any idea
of the damage you've done?

What possessed you
to say such a thing?

Alan, just take me home.

Oh, no, you're staying,

you face the music.

Something made you say that, Lilly.

It wasn't just the booze talking.

All yours.

The day after we met
that time in the pub,

I rang, remember?

I told you I couldn't
bring myself to tell him.

If you felt it was so reprehensible,

why not say something then?

Or were you just biding your time?

For fuck's sake, say something!

I'm not the only one
with a secret, am I?

Alan doesn't know about Jack
and the abortion, does he?

That's the reason
you can't have children.

As you reap, love.

Are you all right?

Victor will come round.

There's no way he'd want
to lose you. Either of you.

In his place, could you come round?

I'd like to think so.

Alan?

She doesn't deserve you.

Can we go home now, please?

Come on.

I'm looking for a minister
who is dull, totally loyal,

and above all,
someone who'll stand by me...

Owen's apparatchiks claim it was
their relentless piss-take of him

which put us on the scrap heap.

Thatcher seemed to ride the same
beast without too much trouble.

She's bullet proof, isn't she?

Bed-time reading?

Did you do all this?

Your mother.

She was... boring the doctor
with it just now.

Anyone who sets foot
inside the house gets it.

Your handwriting, Dad.

Well, I helped round the edges.

"Vote for us and break
the mould of British politics."

"Challenge the tribal factions
in Westminster."

Came quite close there for a while.

It's the First Past the Post thing
which did for you.

And the timing.

Which in my case sucked. As ever.

It's not too late to follow the
others, join the Liberal Alliance.

It was a revolution
I wanted to be part of,

not some hybrid coalition
born out of political necessity.

When the Gang of Four started,

they toyed with the name "The New
Labour Party," did you know that?

They should have gone with it,

if only to show the red card
to Labour. "Modernise or die."

Maybe Labour will have
its own velvet revolution.

That's a sort of legacy.

Perhaps it's a generation thing.

There's just no causes
worth fighting for now.

Your lot did all that
for us, didn't you?

That's a convenient excuse.

Oh, Jack...

I think I've worked out
what it was all about.

All those years of your sacrificing
yourself on the altar of rebellion.

It wasn't about fighting me, was it?

It was about fighting all of this,
waiting for you.

And you were right.

Success isn't the same
as succession.

Mum?

Mum!

Sweetheart.

Time to go.

Come on.

Can I watch a video?

Mm-hmm.

Victor?

Whose property is it?

She's deceased.

Someone's been messing with this.

That's why we called in
the services of a professional.

I need authorisation
before I can touch it.

I'm the executor of her will. That's
all the authorisation you need.

ID?

Cup of tea wouldn't go amiss.

Lapsang if you have it.

Don't let me keep you.

What are we going to do
with the computer?

That's down to Charlotte.

It's OK, I can manage.

No, no. Well, many hands, etc, etc.

So how does one address a viscount?

Well, in a letter, it's "Dear Lord."

Paradoxically, on the envelope,
it's "Viscount".

On official documents
I'm "The Right Honourable Viscount"

but verbally I'm just plain
"My Lord."

You'd have a more appropriate
mode of address,

"hypocrite" being in pole position,
I'd imagine.

How's Emma?

She's in New York.

Research project, Columbia.

She and I did meet.
I assume she told you that?

Summer of '05. She'd have been...

23.

Yeah.

I mean...

Her initiative. She made it
very clear from the start.

Coffee, not lunch or dinner.

Just the one meeting,
not looking for anything ongoing.

She asked me a load of questions
about my family,

my sons, her half-brothers,

about how Charlie and I had, um...

Yeah, well...

That was it.

She thanked me for my time,
shook my hand and left.

No recriminations. No reproaches
about how I'd failed as a father.

In fact, a triumph...

of nurture over nature.

Perhaps we both failed her.

Safe's open, guys!

She was carrying your picture
in her wallet.

Which is a damn sight more
than my kids do with mine.

So,

premium bonds,

bank stuff.

Oh, title deeds to the flat -
copy of.

When was it she bought the flat.
'93 was it?

No, end of '90. I made a deal
with when my first buyer dropped out.

Oh, my God.

She had a brother
called Conor, didn't she?

Christ.

"Dear Orla... " Oh.

From her mum. Dated 1973.

"In the circumstances, your father
and I do not think it appropriate

"that you come
to your brother's funeral".

"Conor told us that
he came to you for..."

something... "Sanctuary in London.

"That you sent him away.

"That you chose your friends
over your flesh and blood."

Oh, my God.

Let me see.

"I just hope they never turn
their backs on you when you need them

"as you did on Conor.

"As far as your father
and I are concerned,

"they're your family now, Orla.

"We want no part of you".

I didn't know he'd ever
been to the flat, did you?

Someone did.

I can't remember if it was him.

She was always on the phone
to her family, wasn't she? Remember?

Then those phone calls and
the visits home just... stopped.

And we never thought
to ask why, did we?

We never gave it a second thought.

We're not mind-readers.

She didn't confide in us, did she?

If the IRA were after him, she'd
have thought that put us at risk.

Given what happened to him, she
was right. She made the right choice.

For us or her?

There's no booze
in the place, is there?

What's next?

Hang on.

"To Orla...

"From the gang on your retirement,

"with love and...

"respect."

"November 2010."

Is there anything to play this on?

'So, glasses charged, guys?'

'And this is just a little
something from everyone.'

Oh.

Oh, my goodness.

'That's beautiful.
I don't know what to say.'

'Speech! Come on!'

Um...

There's a...

There's a forest in Japan.

So vast,
it's the size of a small ocean.

And it's so dense

no compass can work there.

They call it the Sea of Trees...

and for generations
people in trouble have gone there

in... well, in despair

to end their lives.

Only...

sometimes they're uncertain
about what they intend doing

so they leave markers on trees

in case they change their mind

and want to find their way home.

And I think our job
as therapists is like that.

We're like compasses.

People come to us in despair, and...

we try and help them
find their way through it,

make peace with the past.

And so if I succeeded even just once

in doing that, then, well...

I really think our job is...

a job well done.

So, thank you.

To Orla. To Orla.

To Orla.

Orla. Orla.

To Orla.

She did it for me, you know,

buying this flat.

So if I ever got sick...

I'd always have
a roof over my head.

Two years later, I met someone.

Upped sticks to Edinburgh
with him...

without a backward glance.

What was it she said?

"Hindsight is knowing
where you've been.

"Foresight is knowing
where you're going".

"Insight is knowing
you've gone too far."

Maybe that should come under
hindsight too.

Have you had any thoughts
about scattering the ashes?

Just a minute.

Where's that going?

It's going in the games room.

Oh, yeah?
See if I can improve my aim.

Let's not leave it so long
next time.

Seconded.

Soon, yes?

Charlie?

I go to Washington tomorrow,

human rights case.

I'll be back in a fortnight.

Maybe we could have lunch sometime?

My cup runneth over.

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