Behind Her Eyes

Okay.

What are you doing?

What's wrong with your bum?

Nothing.

Well, everything probably,

but I thought we talked about you knocking, Adam.

The door was open, Mum.

Well, fair point, mate.

- Someone's at the door, but I didn't... - Open it, because I told you not to.

Very good.

- Hey. - All right?

Yeah, good. Thanks.

Late, obviously,

- but otherwise... - How you doing, A?

- Good. - Could you...

- Yeah. - Thanks.

No.

Hmm...

Thought it was just a drink with a mate?

It is. Why?

Nothing. You look great.

What? Is it too much?

No, just not casual...

at all.

Depends what kind of a mate it is.

Female, glass of wine, bit-of-gossip kind.

I hardly ever go out, so is it too much?

Lou, you look great.

You look beautiful, Mom.

Like a princess.

Aw...

Okay, I've got my phone if you need...

Anyway, I probably won't be out late, but...

Just go and have a night out. We'll be fine.

- Enjoy yourself. - Bye.

Bye.

Another, please?

Oh...

Shit.

Sorry, I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going, um...

Uh, let me... Let me get you another.

Don't worry about it.

Excuse me.

Hey, look, you really don't need to.

I do.

Especially as you're not being a dick about it.

What can I get ya?

Erm...

It was, eh, the Macallan.

Little water on the side.

- That it? - Yeah.

Sorry.

Oh, right.

That's 12 pounds.

- Here you go. - Cheers.

Sorry again.

Ah...

- Well, it was nice bumping... - So, do you come here often?

Did I just say that?

- You did. - Oh, I did.

You really did.

Anyway, I just moved into the area

and I thought I'd come for a drink.

I mean, stupid really.

Like I was in one of those films where people just walk into a bar

on their own and strike up a conversation with strangers.

Some people can though, can't they?

Just give them five minutes and they're the life and soul.

And is that you?

- Hardly. - Nah, me neither.

So what's your excuse?

For sitting here on your own.

My mate Sophie blew me out.

Ah... so you knocked my drink flying just to have someone to talk to.

Technically, I was leaving.

Fair point.

Or maybe you saw me coming...

and engineered this.

You got me.

Well, if that's true then you owe me 12 quid.

Bloody Macallan?

I've never heard of it.

It's Scottish.

Like you.

I like your accent.

Anyway, I... better be going.

One for the road?

Are you trying to get me drunk?

You can have a water.

Or some crisps.

I'm just trying to get you to stay.

Why?

I like your company.

I'm not coming back to yours.

You're very direct.

I just don't want any wrong signals.

Well, mission accomplished.

So...

how about that drink?

Good.

So, erm...

Well, thank you for tonight.

You too.

Yeah.

Now we aren't going home feeling like a pair of proper saddos.

I'm this way.

Eh...

I can't do this.

I'm so sorry.

Forgive me.

Sorry.

Morning.

You just missed him.

- Who? - Your new boss man.

- What's he like? - Young.

Barely looked old enough to me, but maybe that's my age.

Though he seemed nice enough.

He's a lot easier on the eye than old Plummer, I'll give him that.

Wasn't here long.

- They're in with Doctor Sharma. - They?

Wife's with him. She's a looker and all.

Good morning, Sharma, Jones and Drumgoole, how can I help you?

You'd be surprised how hard it is

to hire a good psychiatrist these days.

Very in demand.

Modern life is good for business.

Lucky for us all, I suppose.

Yes, quite.

Well, we're very excited to have David joining us.

Not sure I could keep him away, Dilip.

He hasn't stopped talking about starting work

since you made him the offer.

It's true. I've heard so much about the practice.

Can I see David's office?

Shit.

So I can picture where all the magic happens.

Yes, of course.

- I'll give you a grand tour. - Fucking shit.

Louise should be in soon.

- It'll be good to meet her. - Oh, she's great.

Fuck.

Fuck.

How long were you locked in the toilet?

Twenty minutes.

Sharma was giving him the full bloody tour.

I wish I had seen your face.

Yeah, well...

I'm not looking forward to seeing his face when he sees my face tomorrow.

I know you're out of practice with the whole men thing,

but did you seriously not suspect that the sneaky fucker was married?

No.

Mostly he seemed kind of sad.

He didn't lie to me, Sophie, did he?

Didn't tell you his name either.

I didn't tell him mine.

It was part of it, it's like...

I dunno.

Exciting?

I suppose?

What was she like?

The wife?

Beautiful.

Hmm...

You can never know everything about a person.

You'd go mad trying to.

- Everything is going to be all right, Lou. - Mm-mm.

And listen,

don't worry about tomorrow.

Let that shithead sweat it.

Mummy.

Adam?

- Adam? - Mummy!

Adam!

Help!

Fuck!

There you go.

Thank you.

Are you nervous?

About what?

Your first day.

It's not my first first day, Adele.

I like the office.

Think it'll suit you.

And they seem nice,

Dr. Sharma and the others.

Yes.

Let's hope I don't let them down.

You won't.

You're a very good psychiatrist.

They're lucky to have you.

Like me.

I need to go.

Right, then.

Down the hatch.

I'll call...

at 11:30.

I'll be here.

David?

Have a good day.

I love you.