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Oh lovely, thank you.

You OK in here?

- Is there any sign of it yet?

- Of what?

- My laptop?

I really need to find it.

- Oh! Sorry.

It's chaos down there.

And the board are on their way.

- The board? Why?

- They just want to touch base.

Any word from your Swiss account?

- Oh. Any day now, sweetie.

Oh...

I don't suppose you could get me another pillow, could you?

My back is...

- There it is again.

- I didn't hear anything.

- There.

I'm telling you, there's someone in the attic.

- Who? Your crazy ex-wife?

- Idiot.

- How you getting on? - Hmm.

- Have you heard from Alice?

- Inputting random words into someone else's laptop

isn't yielding the kind of results you find on telly.

- She's gonna try and crack that safe.

We need a paper trail.

- I change my password once a month, as recommended for top security.

Only then I can never remember it so I have to write it down.

- Why do I remember seeing a list like that lot?

Ooh...

Hang on.

- Good thing no-one takes the bins out.

- I'm off to meet this American chap. he's been after Rob for years.

Then I was hoping to speak to Sir Ralph Unwin again,

but apparently he's no longer at the same address.

Is this it?

It is!

- Yes! We're in!

- Hello, everyone.

Ad thanks for gathering at such short notice.

- Rob.

- Room for one more?

- So, um...

It has come to our attention that there has been

suspicious activity on the Harker Scholarship account.

The money in the account was transferred to an offshore account.

- Oh, thank you, Lola.

- It was absent for several days.

- Absent? - And now has been replaced.

- Priana? - Oh, thank goodness!

- Cheryl, did you know about this?

Oh, don't tell me that's why you sold to Scott Maran?

- Regina, please. Can we just...?

- Where did the original money go?

- We had to carry out an internal investigation

and as a result of that,

there are certain steps we need to take.

Lola, would you, um...?

- OK, so. Uh...

As a consequence of our findings,

we have determined that in terms of your legal responsibility

to uphold and maintain the security and integrity of the trust,

that there has in fact been a breach of, uh, duty.

There's also the matter of Dr Chance's

recent criminal conviction a short time after

your announcement publicly linking him to the scholarship.

The board feel this has the potential

to bring disrepute to the scheme,

and that the most appropriate course of action

would be to, uh...

I'm so sorry, Cheryl.

..close the Lance and Cheryl Harker scholarship.

- Close the scholarship?

- The college will continue to sponsor both students this year,

but we suggest an upfront one-off payment,

followed by immediate closure.

- We need you to make a public statement.

Something light. - Perhaps the suggestion that you've

become overwhelmed with the responsibility,

you're excited to move on to pastures new, etc.

There are strict regulations regarding charitable trusts.

Accusations of fraud...

- My office. Today at noon. Be there!

- Can we just...?

- It's been an honour.

- I replaced that money at great personal cost.

Why would I do that if I had some nefarious motive?

- These things happen.

We all make mistakes.

Just don't let it cost you your reputation.

- Oh...

Hmm.

- You mustn't give up, my darling.

When they break you down, you must bounce back up.

If they close your trust,

you simply open another one in a different name.

Rebrand. Reimagine.

Do not succumb to limiting beliefs!

Oh, for God's sake.

- It's just a wee. - You could've warned me!

He just gatecrashed my meeting!

- Fuck! - You're meant to be watching him.

- Sorry, I thought he was asleep.

- Yeah, he should be! The doctor told him to take it easy.

- Did he? - As did the entire team of cardiologists who examined him.

He might be a compulsive liar, but he hasn't faked that monitor!

I can't have another man die in this house.

- He's a middle-aged man complaining of heart pain.

It'd be pretty slack not to give him a monitor!

What did the board say?

- They're closing the scholarship.

- Oh, Cheryl. I'm so sorry.

- Are you?

Maybe if you'd told me sooner...

I actually came to tell you I'm going out.

- Oh, I'll be here, watching.

- What's happening with the laptop?

- He's making progress.

- And the safe? - We might need Semtex.

- Please don't let me regret this course of action, Alice.

- You won't. I promise! We're gonna get him!

Can you feel it? - We're not Thelma and Louise!

You're here to keep an eye on what Rob's up to

and help locate my missing cash.

In return, I'm giving you an opportunity to find your evidence.

So focus!

You haven't earned my trust yet, Alice.

If he disappears or dies on your watch...

- He's not gonna die. He's not ill.

- I will hold you accountable.

- Come on, Alice. You can do this.

I'm not afraid any more.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

They said it could be stress-related, so...

God, I feel awful.

So you on the beach?

I love Koh Samui.

I wish I was there. Oh, not long now.

- The ball's crucial for my profile, Kelly,

everyone in Oxford will be there.

I can't miss it!

I'll fly out as soon as I'm better.

Yeah, it's fancy dress.

No, Cheryl's finding me something.

I'm not well enough.

Mm-hm.

Kelly.

I will.

I just need to find the right time.

Yeah.

Um...

OK.

I-I-I'm gonna go.

I—I, um, just feeling a bit...

Yeah.

- Don't know why I'm helping you.

- You're through to the Unwin Foundation.

We're currently closed for personal reasons.

How could you let me walk

into that meeting without a heads up?

- It's...complicated.

- So you keep saying!

- Did he steal that money?

- Probably.

- Probably?! - He says he's going to pay me back.

- But you don't believe him?

You're not seriously intending to marry this man?

- I'm just... - Please don't tell me you're in love with him!

- No! No!

I was...

..in love with the idea of not being alone.

But now?

He makes my skin crawl.

- So why is he still living in your house?

- He had a heart attack!

Whatever he's done, he's still a human being.

- Oh, Cheryl...

You're too kind-hearted!

- I'm just biding my time.

- I know what this is about.

I'm sorry if I didn't...

..do enough.

When Lance was ill.

If I didn't...

- You were fine.

OK, maybe you could've done more.

But maybe it's me.

I find it very hard to ask for help.

So...

- Well, I'm here now.

If you need anything...

..anything at all.

- You really are magic.

- You are being careful, aren't you?

- He's locked in a room upstairs. Don't worry.

- Bill chucked this in as well.

Must've been in the Filofax.

- You're kidding.

You legend!

Benjy Dhillon, will you marry me?

If I make sure it's all...legal.

Do you think you might consider it?

- What are you doing out here?!

- Oh, you're back!

That was Benjy.

He got in!

And, uh, just so you know, there was a bit of an incident.

- What?

Did he see you? - No.

- Still think he's faking it?

- That's what he's been taking.

It's Temazepam.

- Temazepam? - It's a sleeping pill.

- I know what Temazepam is.

- You know one of the side effects of taking too much...

..a slow heartbeat.

Confusion, weakness.

- He's inducing a change in his heart rate for the monitor.

That's why he's weak...

..and sleepy.

I'm going to fucking kill him!

- Wait, wait...

- Lying around, getting me to fetch him pillows!

And along he's been making himself sick?!

- I know, but... - I'm gonna put that pillow over his face!

And don't think I won't!

How could he do this to me?!

- Shh! I know! Listen!

- Why are you still here? You should be hiding.

- I locked him in. Cheryl.

- He really did put my dog in a bag, didn't he?

And then threw him in the lake?

Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!

- But, Cheryl, listen.

We have his computer.

And we have his safe code.

Which means...

..evidence.

Yeah?

Give me the knife.

We're going to get him.

Talk to me.

- I'm searching his emails for Harker Scholarship Trust.

Lots about the announcement party.

Nothing particularly suspicious.

- Search Cheryl Harker.

Hostages, offshore accounts.

- Ugh.

- Oh, hang on.

You've got two email addresses?

- Uh. No.

- CherylDragonHarker@atobmail.co.uk.

- Yeah, that's me.

- And CRHarkerTrust@atobmail.

- That's not mine.

- Wait, there's a folder with some photos.

Uh, OK, well, this is pretty sick.

Bastard. What's he taken those for?

What do the emails say?

- Well, the fake Cheryl account has been sending Rob lots of emails.

And he's been replying.

- Saying what?

- Cheryl?!

Cheryl?

Oh!

Did you lock me in?

- No. What are you on about?

- I just tried the door.

- It jams sometimes.

I found your pills.

Downstairs.

Are these your heart pills for your poorly heart?

- That's right.

- How are you feeling?

- Um, my chest feels a bit funny.

- Ooh.

Should I call an ambulance?

- Oh, no, no, no, it's all right.

I'm mostly feeling a bit better, actually.

Just...

..weak.

- Weak? You're feeling weak, are you?

You managed to get up and poke your nose into my meeting,

but now you're feeling a little weak all of a sudden?

- A bit weak. Yeah.

- Sorry! No! I can't do it!

I'm not capable for some reason.

Because, see, those are sleeping pills, Rob.

They're not for a heart condition.

- I never said they were.

- I just asked you, and you said they were your heart pills.

- Oh, I call them my heart pills

because I always get them for my heart thingy.

They help me sleep because I get so stressed about it.

- Bullshit!

- Excuse me?

- You know the strange thing?

You're a shit liar!

And I noticed you're a shit liar ages ago,

but I thought it was because you didn't really mean to lie.

But you do mean to lie, don't you?

- Why are you attacking me?

- There never were any hostages, were there?

You spent my students' money on a home gym and fancy clothes,

then gave some back like you were doing me a favour!

Where's the rest of it?

What have you done with it?!

- What are you on about?! Have you taken something?

- no, I haven't taken something!

You've taken something! You've taken everything!

- What are you doing, Cheryl? No!

Ow!

Is this because of the stupid money?

- The stupid money?

My colleagues think I'm guilty of financial negligence!

I've all but been accused of fraud!

- So what? You know you didn't do it.

- They think I did!

- Who cares what other people think?

- I do!

OK? I care!

- She's signed it?

What the...?

- So what are you saying? It's over?

Fine.

Oh, God, I need a drink.

I'll tell you the truth. The whole truth, I swear.

- "Thanks for believing in me. Dr Robert Chance."

Fuckhead.

- Terry's business was called

The Moonlight Emporium of Eternal Youth.

- That's how I met Graham.

- We fell for it.

Hook, line and sinker.

- Two Weeks after moving in, he'd gone from living in the basement

to sharing my bedroom!

- Terry had all this official research.

- She told him and he came after me.

- I guess I just ignored my own mind.

I should've known. - Cash. - Coercion.

- He's your classic predator.

He's never gonna stop.

After that crash, in the tunnel in Paris...

..I never heard from him again.

- A few days later, there's a big protest

outside the Moonlight Emporium.

People saying that it's dangerous.

I call Terry, he comes straight down to prove it's all totally safe.

Strips off all his clothes and says,

"I'm going under that lamp and I won't come out

"till I've lost ten years!

"You watch! It's perfectly safe!"

So in he goes.

He ends up giving himself these terrible burns.

All over one side of his back.

I call 911.

Ambulance takes him away.

And that was it.

He absconded from the hospital.

Left Mom with nothing but lawsuits

from people who used to be her friends.

- My mother was a very troubled woman.

And, as a result, I have quite a particular reaction in response

to certain behaviours from the opposite sex.

It's called over-extending.

So...

..when you told me about the stress you were experiencing

with your scholarship, I felt, rightly or wrongly,

coerced is too strong a word perhaps,

but...compelled...

..to help you out.

I paid you £50,000.

I was then expected to help out with the announcement dinner,

attend meetings.

I put that home gym and those new clothes on my credit card,

because I felt an incredible pressure

to live up to your expectations.

I admit, I...

..I've been afraid to say no to you, Cheryl.

You are a very volatile woman.

You can be intimidating.

- Can I?

Right. That's it! Go away!

All of you! I don't want you here!

- Cheryl? - I can't do this right now! I'm losing my mind!

Just get out!

You were recording me?!

- Not on purpose.

You know what I'm like with technology.

The thing is, sometimes, when I'm triggered,

I can experience blackouts.

So...

Your story about the hostages...

..I can't remember any of it.

All I know is...this.

I've already paid the money back in.

- Have you?

- I couldn't risk the board finding out.

- Wow. OK.

- It's done now. So.

What do you want?

- I love you, Cheryl.

I don't want to lose you.

We are so good together.

I want to be with you for the rest of my life!

- He's been recording me.

If I accuse him, he's gonna say it was all me.

We need to find something in writing to Ralph or to this JD person.

Anything like that?

- The most incriminating email is from fake Cheryl,

copying in a Lola Dartmouth?

- My lawyer.

Right.

She was talking about emails I didn't remember sending.

- So he's been emailing himself pretending to be you? And replying?

- Yeah! Course he has!

- But how do we prove it's not you writing the emails?

- We can't! It's my word against his!

Which is why he's done it!

- I was hoping we'd struck gold, but it's just another rabbit hole.

- What do the emails say?

- Are you OK?

- I'm...

I'm...just feeling a bit...

- I just can't take the pain any more.

The loss of the great love of my life is too much for me to bear.

- Anything useful?

- Fake Cheryl has copied Rob in on an email to Sandwell and Basic

to update her life insurance policy

so that on the event of your marriage to Rob,

he becomes your beneficiary.

- Oh, well, that's not gonna happen.

- And something about a clause if you decide not to get married?

- What kind of clause?

- Seventeen... one D.

"In the event that the policy holder dies before her marriage,

"Dr Chance will receive a one-off payment".

Hang on a second.

If you die before you get married,

he will receive 1.2 million pounds?

- Cheryl! Are you OK?

Talk to me! What's happening?

- He had whisky...

..in the bedside table.

I thought it was a bit odd but...

- Did you drink it?

- Mm.

Ugh.

He got out!

It's clean. - Be careful.

- "I just can't take the pain of the loss of the great love of my life."

- A suicide note?

- He's done it in my handwriting.

- Oh.

You're awake.

- Why wouldn't I be?

- That door jammed again.

I see you've found my note.

You reading my private stuff now?

You made me want to end it all, going on at me so much. But...

Changed my mind. So.

Sorry about that.

I told you I was vulnerable.

I need you, Cheryl.

- He tried to poison you and fake your suicide note.

We've got to go to the police!

- He'll say he was trying to kill himself.

- I'm scared, Cheryl. We have to report this!

- Let's play it forward.

I call the police and tell them my boyfriend tried to fake my suicide.

- Well, they take it seriously.

It's policy.

- They'll come to speak to him.

He appears to be vulnerable and unwell.

He denies it.

He suggests I might be paranoid and unstable

and he's got evidence to back it up.

- But, they look him up,

and see he's got a recent conviction for violence.

So they err on the side of caution and take him in for questioning.

Maybe they test your blood.

Maybe they find traces of temazepam.

- He'll tell them I've been addicted to temazepam

since caring for my husband,

and he's got photos to prove it.

He'll tell them I'm an intimidating woman,

prone to violent outbursts.

The police officers will take one look at me

and believe every word he says.

They'll ask around.

Turns out I've made some very poor financial decisions lately.

My trust is closing down under suspicion of negligence.

I'm an unreliable witness.

- They release him due to lack of evidence.

- Arrest me for wasting police time.

- Maybe they do believe you, but they know a jury won't

and there's not enough evidence to get it past the CPS.

We don't even have enough evidence to get a fraud conviction.

- And even if they do believe he wants to kill me,

they're powerless until I'm actually dead.

So they tell me to run away.

Find a safe place.

I leave my home and everything I've worked for.

- And you spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder.

How does he keep getting away with it? Over and over?

- Because he's the hero, isn't he?

- Hardly.

- Hero doesn't mean he's doing good.

It just means we're on his journey.

Like Macbeth.

A ruthless mass murderer on a quest for power.

But who do we blame?

His wife.

The system has been designed for men like Rob.

It protects him.

It gives him the benefit of the doubt.

And however...extreme or awful his actions are,

we await his redemption.

His moment of transformation.

Monologues of introspection

explanation, justification, freely given

safe in the knowledge that most of the audience has been

so conditioned to take his side,

they don't even know they're doing it.

Rob will remain entirely plausible up until the point

when he murders me.

At which point, finally,

the narrative will switch onto his dubious mental health.

I drove him to it.

He was stressed.

A passionate man trying his best in the face of

relentless societal pressure.

And a million Hollywood movies and the great

canon of English literature will swoop in to rescue him,

while my books, tainted by the association of murder...

..will be withdrawn from shelves and eventually be forgotten.

Yes, he'll get locked up.

But he'll write a memoir from his cell.

It'll become a bestseller.

Get turned into a podcast.

Then a Netflix documentary.

Then a Netflix drama.

Women from all over will write to him in prison.

He'll marry one of them.

And it will all start all over again.

And yet here we are, Alice.

Still playing by the rules.

- Drugged her then killed her beloved dog.

- In 1996, was once again accused, this time...

- Crisis to target vulnerable pensioners.

- Real estate projects... - How could she...

- He has never been charged.

- The children haven't spoken to them in over ten years...

- Welcome to the annual myths, legends and fantasy literary ball.

Before we get started, I have a small announcement to make.

- Has everyone got everything?

- All set. Let's go. - Yeah.

- Have you finished your speech, darling?

- I'm keeping it short.

Start by focusing on the positive.

This is all the young people we've helped to date, etc.

But sadly due to personal and work commitments,

the scholarship won't be continuing next year.

That sort of thing.

Does it sound OK?

- Short and sweet.

Sounds perfect.

I'm proud of you, babe.

Thanks for giving me another chance.

Is tonight the night I finally get you to come out of the spare room?

- Dr Chance?

Your costume is here.

- Er, thank you, Hilary.

- It's just, I need a hand to bring it up.

It's a bit heavy.

- Heavy? - Mm!

- What have you ordered me, darling?

- It's a special surprise.

You deserve it.

Go, go get ready.

We need to get a move on.

- Good grief, Hilary, who on earth are you meant to be?

- Argus?

- The shop?

- The all-seeing giant.

Thought you studied classics?

Gorgeous!

- Hi! How are you?

Fabulous party.

Is Dr Chance here, or...?

- Hey, guys! - Dr Chance!

Or should I say Sir Lancelot?!

- Ah, not quite!

I'm actually the Knight of Spires from book seven.

- Of course. I should've recognised you.

- He saves the day, which some people weren't happy with,

but personally I found it rather captivating.

- Doesn't Doonathra kill him?

Thank you so much for coming to the annual

Myths, Legends and Fantasy Literary Ball.

But before we get going,

I have a small and rather sad announcement to make

regarding the future of the Harker Scholarship.

For personal reasons, the scheme will shortly be closing.

- Oh shame! - Shame!

- As some of you may be aware,

Dr Robert Chance of the Saattut Academy in Greenland

was recently convicted of a violent crime.

What the press haven't reported is that Rob

has suffered a heart attack

and has been struggling with his mental health ever since.

But he's here tonight, dressed as the Knight of Spires,

a popular character from my latest novel.

We will be closing the trust in order to focus on Rob's wellbeing.

So thank you for your support and understanding.

But for now, let's all relax, and have a fabulous evening!

There was a hold up on the M40.

Don't worry. They'll be here.

- They're en route. ETA nine o'clock.

- Do you care to explain yourself?

- What's wrong, dear?

- You just threw me under the bus in front of half of Oxford!

- I didn't throw you under the bus!

- You made me sound mad! I'm not mad!

- Everybody's being very kind.

- Oh, hey, Rob.

I have been meaning to ask you about the impact

of the climate emergency on the ice dependent species.

Could you maybe talk me through it?

- Dr Chance?

Um...

I think you're really amazing.

And, er, if you ever want to talk

or need a shoulder to cry on, then call me?

- What...Wh-What's going on?!

Stop!

- What the hell are you doing?

- Oh, God.

- All right, where's Cheryl? Someone get Cheryl.

- I'm here - what's happening?

Rob?!

Oh, God, put the axe down.

Put it down.

Oh!

I'm sorry, he's overwhelmed.

Come on.

- The next time you point an axe at me, you won't be walking anywhere!

- Sebastian! Please! He's unwell!

- Ladies and gentlemen...

..behold!

- Off with their heads! Off with their heads!

- Argh!

He's on the roof!

He's gonna jump!

Rob! No!

- Come down! - No!

- I'm calling an ambulance.

- Don't do it!

- I got your text. What is it?

- Have you tried the smoked salmon?

I think it might be off.

- Is that it?

- Oh, thank God.

They're just through here.

- Oh, thank goodness you're here.

- Is this the chap? - Yes, this is Rob.

- Hi, Rob.

How are you feeling?

- Uh, I'm fine.

What's happening? - Are you hearing voices, Rob?

- Um. I can hear your voice.

- Is the voice telling you to do something dangerous?

- What voice? - The voice in your head, sweetheart.

- What voice in my head?

- It told him to jump off of the roof.

- Uh, Cheryl, sweetheart, what the fuck is going on?

- They're here to help you.

- Jesus Christ!

- Did you see something, Rob?

- Uh, a giant fucking rabbit!

- Where?

I can't see anything.

- What?

- What kind of giant rabbit, Rob?

- Well obviously not a real...

Oh, you are fucking kidding me!

Of course it's you! Of course it is!

Did she get to you? - Who, darling?

- Is the big rabbit telling you to hurt yourself, Rob?

- It's not a big rabbit! It's my lunatic of an ex-wife!

She's been stalking and harassing me

and presumably now she's here to...

This isn't funny!

- Do you want to come and have a little sit in the ambulance, Rob?

- No, I fucking don't.

Keep away from me.

This isn't fucking funny!

You know what?

I'm gonna walk away.

Before I lose my temper.

- We really would like to take a look at you.

Check you're OK.

- I'm fine, keep away from me, please.

- Vin?

- Oh, fuck, no!

- Calm down now, Rob. It's gonna be OK.

- What the fuck!

Uh, Cheryl? Please, tell them I'm fine.

Tell them to piss off! Cheryl!

- We don't want you to hurt yourself.

- Oh, fuck off, you stupid cunt!

I have no intention of hurting myself.

Do not lay a finger on me and do not stick a single needle in me.

Ugh!

Ah!

Uh!

- Get out of my way!

Fuck off! - Rob! - Stop!

- Rob! Let us help you!

Oh!

- That was amazing.

No, seriously, I'll be in touch with your agent.

- Ah!

- Long-time no see.

- Ah.

- Graham? Is that you?

- He's hearing voices,

he's threatening to hurt himself or someone else.

- Possible mental health incident requesting support, over.

- Hey Terry. This is for my mom.

- Argh! Oh!

No...

Oh, no...

No, no, no!

- This is the opportunity of a lifetime, Mr Newman.

- Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Whoa, whoa, what's all this then?

What - This Is Your Life?

- Police! Drop your weapon!

- What's your name, mate?

- Officer, my name is Doctor Robert Chance.

I am the director of the Saattut Academy in Greenland,

an affiliate of Oxford University.

I, uh, have no intention of hurting anybody and ha, ha...

..there is patently no need to arrest me.

- Why the axe, Mr Chance?

- Doctor Chance!

This is an ornamental axe.

I am attending a party.

It is not a weapon!

- He's been hearing voices.

- Oh, fuck off, Alice.

- He's not well. - She's the one who is not well!

- Can we do some background, Trina?

- I'll give you some background.

This batshit crazy bunny boiler is a delusional middle-aged shrew,

who is obsessed with me!

Was I really that good, Alice?

- Sorry, madam, what's your relationship to this man?

- I'm his wife. - You're not my wife.

- She's his wife. - She is not my wife!

- I'm Alice Graham. - She-Devil!

- Calm down, sir.

- You can shut up an' all!

- Let's try and keep calm, Mr Chance.

- Doctor Chance!

- And who are all these people?

- These people are all my enemies!

- We just want you to be safe, Rob.

- We're worried about you, mate.

- Who the fuck are you?

Cheryl. Cheryl, please, explain to these police officers who I am.

- I'm changing the rules.

- What's that?

- I'm a friend of his wife's.

- Cheryl?

Cheryl... - Sir?

- She is not a friend of my wife! She is a fellow victim!

And clearly she's been brainwashed!

This insane witch has travelled around the entire country

collecting people who bear a grudge against me,

presumably using the Filofax you stole from me,

and she has brought them all here to attack me!

Haven't you?!

- Yes, dear. - You will pay for this.

- Sir, if you don't calm down...

- Oh, cock off!

You are gonna regret this, sweetheart.

I was up at Oxford with your boss. Do you want me to give him a call?

- My boss is a woman.

- I'm talking about the Prime Minister, you ignorant tart.

- Sir! - No!

No!

I am sorry, but I am so sick of fucking women!

Fucking crazy, fucking women

making my life hell,

when all I ever do is try and help them.

I give, and I give, and I give and what do I get back?

Huh!

- Maybe you should try telling the truth!

- The truth? The truth?!

- Sir... - You can't handle the truth!

- Sir!

- Mm!

Ugh!

You ungrateful bi...

- This is for Kelly, you abusive piece of shit.

- Robert Chance, you are being detained under Section 136

of the Mental Health Act.

You will be taken to a place of safety.

You can be kept there until an assessment is completed,

for up to 24 hours.

You're the wife?

I need you to come with me.

- I'm being framed!

I'm a victim of a hate crime!

This is a witch hunt!

Ah! Ah!

I am a PhD scientist!

- Your husband is still very distressed, Mrs Chance.

- Graham.

Chance is one of his fantasy names.

As is the "doctor".

We've been married for nearly 20 years.

His real name is Robert Graham from Stoke.

- The police can't find any record of a Satuut Academy in Greenland.

Or a Dr Chance.

He's certainly constructed a complex and convincing delusion.

- It's very real for him.

- Mrs Chance, Graham, sorry, in order to get your husband the help

he needs, I do need your consent.

I've spoken to my colleagues,

and we think it's best to get him in under a Section Three.

He can be assessed and given an appropriate course of treatment,

but we would anticipate him being there for at least six months.

Does that feel like a long time?

- Not really.

But it's a start.

- Ah!

- We've got six months to live.

- Six months. Is that it?

- Six months to plan for when he gets out.

We've got evidence to sort through.

And new witnesses to speak to.

- You know the only reason I'm talking to you is because you saved my dog.

And I was brought up to always forgive.

- Me too.

- But I don't know if I can forgive myself.

- Yeah.

That's the hard bit, isn't it?

Benjy's cooking breakfast. Do you wanna come over?

- I don't.

Thanks, though.

- Oh, you are awake!

- Oh.

Ah!

Thanks, darling.

Ooh...

I'm sorry, darling.

Missed you.

- Here she is!

- Mummy!

- Oh!

Bravo!

- Hi!

- Want a bacon sarnie, love? - Sure.

Be back in a minute. I'm just gonna get changed. - OK!

- Oh, she did a first-rate job, you know.

- All right, then.

- What's that?

- I said all right.

OK.

Yes.

- Yes.

- Daddy, Daddy...

Daddy.

- We did it.

We got him.

- Thanks to Cheryl.

- I didn't think it could be done.

- I know. But we did it.

- I...

..I...

- I know, Dad.

- I love you too.

- Breaking news just in.

We're hearing that Sir Ralph Unwin, the nation's second favourite

broadcaster and natural historian,

has been reported missing.

Unwin, who is 82 years old, and is known...

- I'm not meant to let you have snacks in the session, but...

- Thanks, Jessie. You're a star.