Doctor Foster

I found a long, blonde hair on Simon's scarf.

You followed me? What did you think I was doing?

I'm pretty sure my husband is sleeping with someone else.

I'd be nothing without her. She's...

a wonderful mother,

a talented doctor

and not a bad little earner!

GEMMA GASPS

So in sympathy and admiration,

please be upstanding for a toast to Gemma.

To Gemma!

'Heaven has no rage

'like love to hatred turned...

'Nor hell have a fury

'like the woman scorned.'

There you are! Erm, we ought to cut the cake, really.

- I thought you'd want to be there. - Of course.

- Excuse us. - Yeah, sure.

I'm sorry, I...

I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well.

You've only been here half an hour.

No, I'm not drunk. I just...

I feel sick. I could be sick. I should go home.

Come on, you two!

- Yeah, yeah! - Come on!

Do you want to go now?

I'm really suffering.

Is it serious?

No, I'm sure it'll be fine. I just...

I just want to lie down, really.

After everything you've done?

I'll do it myself!

You carry on.

There's no point in spoiling it all.

I'll take Tom back

so you can enjoy yourself.

Are you sure?

Yeah, absolutely.

Hey...

I meant every word, by the way.

What now? You said we could stay!

I want to go back with Dad.

Mum! Mum!

You broke the mirror.

Yeah.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

This one girl there, Isobel, her mum works for Dad.

She said her parents got divorced last year

and her mum cries all the time.

What?

- She was talking to me about her mum. - Why are you talking about divorce?

I don't know.

We talked about loads of stuff.

What are you doing?

Making a cup of tea. Do you want something?

Can I have a Coke?

No.

- Squash? - Yeah, OK.

I'll bring it up.

OK, thanks.

Tom...

Love you.

SHE SOBS

KNOCKS ON DOOR

What was that noise?

I'm just... throwing a few things away.

Isobel said that, when the divorce was happening,

she thought she'd have to live with her dad in Reading.

She said it was horrible.

I don't know.

Good shopping in Reading.

I mean the divorce. The divorce was horrible.

Tom, what's the matter? Where's this come from?

- Isobel. - Has Dad said anything?

Dad?

Is that why you were annoyed? Have you had an argument?

No.

Mum, if you do get divorced, I don't want to move. I like it here.

Tom, we're not...

This is your home.

You'll live here as long as you like.

I promise.

OK.

DOORBELL CHIMES

- Was that Dad? - It's a bit early.

Maybe he's drunk.

Oh, don't be silly.

I've never seen you drive like that before.

I'm ill.

Can I... Can I come in?

Is... Tom upstairs?

I'm having a rum and Coke. You?

No, no, I'm fine.

Erm, is that Simon's stuff?

How long have you known?

What? Known what?

I found his other phone in the boot.

Pictures of them together. Your texts.

You need to be honest with me now before I really get fucked off.

How long have you known?

Oh, God, Gemma...

Yeah.

Did you tell him?

I haven't said anything except I'm ill.

Answer my question.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Well, erm...

.. he came in with something maybe...

- maybe four weeks ago. - Four weeks?

I thought it might be an STI,

so I asked him about sexual partners.

- Today just gets better and better(!) - Oh, no, it's OK.

In the end, it was fine.

It's just that, when I asked him the question, he paused and...

so I guessed.

And since then,

I have been telling him every week,

texting him,

"You deal with this or I will."

Oh, I am so sorry!

- Can I give you a... - What?

- A hug? - No.

I don't know who you are.

Neil. Anna. His assistant.

You. Who else?

If that's who was on the phone, that's probably it.

Her parents, presumably?

- I don't know. - Why didn't you tell me?

And don't say it's because you didn't want to take sides.

- Well, technically, I'm not allowed to tell you anything. He's my patient. - He's my husband!

I thought it would be better if he told you himself.

He promised me he would.

How long has it been going on?

Well, I'm not... I'm not sure.

No, you've asked. He's told you.

Three months.

I'm sure it's not serious.

I mean, it's serious for you.

You warned him,

yesterday, when I talked about the blonde hair.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry.

You should be.

- Gemma, please... - No!

Anyway, I've decided.

When Simon gets back, he'll move out.

What, forever?

Because, I mean, it's probably just sex, isn't it?

A midlife crisis?

He probably knows he's made a mistake, still loves you and...

Whose side are you on?

I don't want to be on a side.

Wrong answer!

Yours.

Go back to the party.

He should have a good time and really enjoy himself.

- I don't think... - Don't tell him that there's anything wrong.

I want him to come in and see those suitcases

and understand in that second...

exactly what he's lost.

I'd like to stay here with you.

- No. - I...

don't think that you should be on your own.

I think, if you want us to stay as friends,

you should do exactly as you're told.

Of course.

CAR PULLS UP OUTSIDE

Hi.

SIMON URINATES

URINE SPLASHES ON FLOOR

HE CONTINUES TO URINATE

BELT BEING BUCKLED

I loved that. It was amazing.

The... party.

Not the piss.

- Simon... - You should be in bed. You're ill.

- I couldn't sleep. - I'm really tired.

Sorry! Sorry! Drunk.

Drunk.

Can you bring some water up, please?

SIMON SNORES GENTLY

MOBILE PHONE ALARM SOUNDS

ALARM CONTINUES

HE TURNS THE ALARM OFF

Morning.

I forgot to turn off the alarm.

It's a good job you didn't. You need to be up.

Why?

Right! Yes!

Tour of the ground, meet the players. Are you excited?

Dad, were you drunk last night?

Don't know what you're talking about, mate. I didn't touch a drop.

How are you?

Better.

What was it?

What?

You didn't feel well.

I don't know.

Just had a pain in my stomach.

- You should get it checked out. - Yeah, I will, if it carries on.

Enjoy it.