Too Close

Come on. Come on. Where the fuck are you?

I think my husband's having an affair.

With a perky-breasted 25-year-old.

It's disappointingly unoriginal.

Question. What tips would you give your younger self?

Have more fun.

What about you?

Have less fun.

And don't worry what people think about you.

And... while I think of it, not to bother with contraception.

Really? Yeah. All those years on the pill!

Turns out, despite my womanly hips, as the old cow used to say,

it wasn't quite that easy.

I quite... liked your womanly hips.

Are you flirting with me?

Oh, Dougie...

I'm gonna get that. Yeah, I know.

Yeah.

Hello?

Connie!

Connie!

Connie! Connie!

No sign?

CCTV tracked her to the gates. The police are bringing dogs.

She slipped away when the fire engines arrived.

She's still on the grounds.

Give me a sec, yeah? All right.

Connie? Connie? It's me.

Connie, you have to come down from there.

I did it. I drove them off the bridge.

Are they going to die? No. No.

They, they were in induced comas in hospital, but they're fine.

They're alive.

Can I see her? Please, I need to see her.

I want to see Annie.

You know you can't, Connie... You need to come down from there.

I'm gonna call the front desk, OK? I'll jump. I'm gonna jump.

No. No. No. Please don't do that. Please don't do that. Stay there.

Oh, Christ...

I should be dead.

I wish I was dead.

I want to die.

We all deserve forgiveness, Connie.

What would you know? I do know.

Because I've done terrible things.

I promise you you're not alone. Listen to me.

I'm going to tell you about this woman, Connie,

who's just had a baby.

A beautiful, tiny baby girl.

And this woman is so happy,

because it's what she's wanted for so many years.

But... as the months go by, she becomes more and more exhausted,

because the baby will only sleep for one hour at a time.

And the woman becomes depressed and ashamed of her depression,

because she's a woman who can fix anything, but she's truly failing.

So, she...

She takes anti-depressants and pills to send her to sleep,

and pills to keep her awake.

The baby is a toddler now, but still she doesn't sleep.

Only now, she's having tantrums.

Awful, screaming tantrums.

And nothing in this mother's life has prepared her for this.

All of her logic, her usual tactics, her patience,

none of it has any effect... Dr Robertson?

OK, Connie, down you get.

The corticosteroids were for the alopecia.

And the lorazepam on the same date?

Well, the antidepressants weren't proving sufficient.

She was very anxious.

And did you warn her about possible addiction

and the side effects of lorazepam?

Of course I did. As and when required.

I think we could have had this conversation over the phone.

And what does “as and when required“ mean?

How often was she taking them?

Why not speak to her husband?

Though I would suggest a different tone,

I think he's been through enough.

The guidelines recommend that no-one's on lorazepam

for more than four weeks.

You've prescribed them three times over three months.

Thank you for your time.

You know, all of us at the school are very shocked.

It's an exceptionally tight community around here.

It's not that tight, though, is it? She slipped and no-one caught her.

Hi! It's Josh, isn't it? I'm your mother's doctor...

I left a message. Is your dad in?

Dad? Dad?!

Mum's doctor. In you go, son.

Come in.

I'm going to take all this stuff to the hospital.

Ness thought the girls would like some familiar things.

Good idea. Yeah. She's been amazing.

How's Josh doing? Well, he's, um...

Well, we're all pretty bad.

I'm really sorry, Karl, but I am going to have to ask you

how Connie seemed to you in those last few days,

and about her medication.

You may be better off asking her dad.

She was staying over there. Why?

Well, she wasn't herself.

I didn't want the kids to see her like that.

Like what? Hyper. You know.

Manic.

Listen, I've got to get to the hospital

and the train leaves shortly, so, erm...

Oh, I'll be passing that way, if you want a lift?

Yeah, yeah, OK. Thanks.

We could pop by her dad's, if you want? He's only round the corner.

She slept most of the time. She didn't want me to disturb her.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Karl, why don't you wait downstairs? I'll be down in a minute.

Are her meds here? Um...

OK. Thank you.

Hi. Hi.

Hi. Hello.

Do you have a good life, Kenneth?

Do we know each other?

Oh... Jesus Christ.

I am so sorry I didn't warn you that I was coming.

I didn't think I'd be able to go through with it.

Oh...

Oh, God.

Do you mind if we go outside? I really need a cigarette.

Someone I know, someone special...

she said to me...

“..why aren't the streets full of wrecked people?“

I think they are.

I really think they are.

It's OK. It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

You didn't need to write to us.

It wasn't your fault. I know.

Thank you.

SHE COUGHS 'Emma?

I didn't know who else to call,

you were the last number on her phone. No problem, mate.

Hi. Are you OK? Mm—mm... Come on.

What's going on? Look, just get her home.

You all right? I'll get it. Thanks.

Can you get the door, please?

Oh, hey, mate. How are you doing? Erm...

She's a bit worse for wear.

Yeah. Yeah. I can see that. Who are you?

Mary fucking Poppins.

HE SIGHS Dougie.

I got a call from a guy in Cheam.

He tried ringing you... What were you doing in Cheam, Emma?

What were you doing?

Is she gonna be OK? Yeah, yeah. Yeah, thanks...

Dougie.

I've organised another psych for you.

Someone more suitable. Sarah.

I don't want Sarah.

I want YOU.

Sarah's good. You'll like her.

What happened? What did I do? Why are you so angry with me?

I'm not angry with you. It's me.

You deserve someone better.

They could rip me to shreds in court.

Stop self-flagellating.

Come on! Get on with it.

Ask me one of your stupid questions!

Why did you stop taking all your medication on August 7th?

The End Of The World' by Skeeter Davis

Darling, have you seen Josh?

Are you all right, Dad? Yes, I'll be fine.

Will Granny be cross with Josh? Course not.

He wouldn't miss her funeral.

See, he's outside.

Welcome to the service of Julia De Cadenet.

Please stand for the first hymn.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

How are my little girls? My favourite little girls.

Do you want some champagne? No, thanks, I am fine.

Are you OK? No, I'm not, actually.

CONNIE, ANGRILY: Piss off!

Who wants to go next?

Me, me, me, I want a go! Come on, Annie-Pops!

Come on, I'll catch you. I promise. One, two, three...

OK, guys. That's enough. Come on, Annie. Let's go.

OK. It's ice cream time. Yeah! Ice cream time.

I think, maybe, I'm just unusual.

No, you're not. You're just pissed and you've taken too many pills.

Jesus, Con. Someone could've cracked their skull open.

I'm sorry.

You've got to get yourself together, Con.

For the kids.