Temple

Dr Milton, is that you?

Oh, hello, Victor.

What are you doing here this time of the night?

Well, seems I've lost my diary.

Occurs to me the only place I haven't looked is here.

You should use your phone.

- I'm sorry? - As a diary.

I mean, that's what I do. It's very practical.

OK.

Anyway, is it OK if I check in Surgery?

Yeah, sure. Just don't steal anything.

Thanks, Victor.

All right, everybody, you all know what we're doing.

- Jamie? - Yeah.

What's your job?

Driving.

When we get there though?

The door.

That's right. And what else?

- Loading the van. - Simple as that.

OK, here we are. Faces covered.

- Jesus. - Shit.

We're out clean in two minutes. Come on, move it. Now!

Get these in the van now!

Come on, come on, come on.

Move, move.

Come on, come on, come on.

Let's go, let's go!

Yeah, I know.

That's good. That's good.

No, don't ask your mom cos you know what she'll...

Shit, I've got to go, babe. Sorry.

I love you. Yeah, I won't forget school.

- What the hell are you doing? - Sorry, mate.

- My girlfriend rang. - Your girlfriend?

Yeah, she's pregnant, you see? So she wanted me to get some...

Jesus Christ, are you joking? Move!

- So sorry, Sebast... - Now!

- The door! - Hang on!

Fuck! Oh, you're kidding. Fuck!

Sebastian, what now?

- You idiot. - I'm sorry.

You absolute fucking clown!

I'm sorry, Sebastian. I'm sorry, guys.

Dr Milton?

I just realised that I forgot to mention your loss.

Oh...

Uh...

That's OK.

Yeah. How are you?

Yeah, I'm coping.

Will you be coming back to us anytime soon?

Not just yet. I don't think so.

Oh.

Well, sincerest condolences.

Thank you, Victor.

Means a lot.

Oh, did you get your diary?

Uh, no, unfortunately not.

Phone, mate, I'm telling you. Get with the 21st century.

I will.

Things that indicate a person's guilt are usually pretty apparent.

- Not always. - Usually, though.

Like what?

- Like sweating. - Right.

Stuttering or a panicked sort of quality to the intonation.

Yeah, but not always though.

I'm not saying always. I'm saying usually.

Hmm.

Here's someone now.

- Good morning, madam. - Good morning.

You wouldn't happen to have your driver's license on you, by any chance?

Sure.

- Can I ask where you're headed? - Shepherd's Bush.

I've been visiting my father in Ealing.

Five o'clock in the morning.

He's in the early stages of dementia.

I see. Very sorry to hear that.

- What's going on? - It's nothing to worry about.

You drive safely now, won't you?

See?

And the innocent are usually more calm.

Not always.

More forthcoming. Again, I didn't say always, Jim.

- Right. - I said usually.

I'm gonna take a piss.

Fuck's sake.

- Good morning, sir. - Good morning.

You wouldn't happen to have your driver's license on you at all, would you?

- My driver's license? - Yes.

Um... no, I'm afraid I don't.

Although, if it's important,

perhaps I could bring it to you tomorrow or something?

- Bill? - Yeah?

- Yeah, can you come here a minute? - Really?

You know, to the station or whatever.

Do you mind if I ask you what's got you out and about at such an early hour?

Yeah. Um, there was an emergency.

Um, my dog ran away.

I've been driving around, searching for him all night.

- I see. And what's his name? - Sorry?

- Your dog. - Oh, um...

Lassie.

Lassie?

All right, would you mind stepping out of the car for me please, sir?

- Bill! - Give me a minute. Fucking hell!

Sir, would you mind stepping out of the car please?

- I need to go. - I'm afraid you can't go anywhere

- until we get this sorted. - But my dog, sir.

That's enough about the dog, OK?

Now I'm gonna need you to take a step out of the car...

Sir! Sir!

- Get off. Please stop! - Sir! Stop!

Stop! Don't! Stop!

Get off!

Stop the fucking car!

Bill!

Bill?

In surviving a catastrophe, something worth bearing in mind

is that, no matter how much we're prepared,

there are two important elements over which we simply have no control.

The first is chance.

How can we ever hope to prepare for what's impossible to predict?

The second is human fallibility.

At our core, we're a fundamentally irrational species,

prone to emotional responses that may not be the wisest.

Fuck's sake.

Hello.

Lee?

Yeah?

Lee, I've been shot.

What are you talking about?

Lee, I've been shot in my stomach.

There's blood fucking everywhere.

What do you mean? Where are you?

I'm really scared, Lee.

Yeah, but... where are you, mate?

You have to tell me where you are.

Remember the old factory?

- Yeah. - Round about there.

OK. OK, shit.

Fuck. Fuck!

- Daniel. Sorry. - Anna.

- Good to see you. - Good to see you.

- How have you been? - OK.

- You look tired. - Really?

A little bit.

How's Jack?

Good. Yeah, he's good. He, uh...

He had this project meeting in Manchester this morning,

so he couldn't make it. But he said to apologise.

It's all right.

Hey. Hi, guys.

Hello, Daniel.

- How are you? - I'm good.

Listen, thanks for arranging all this.

The memorial was a wonderful idea.

Well, she deserves it.

Absolutely.

Barry.

How are you?

Shall we?

Jamie!

Shit.

Yeah. I know.

I know that everyone here loved Beth.

But I suspect that many of you feel a disappointment or anger

toward her for how she left us.

But my wife was a fiercely proud woman,

fiercely single-minded and independent.

When her hope was finally exhausted...

she made the decision...

selfishly, perhaps...

I don't know.

...to maintain her pride and independence,

even as it pertained to how she would leave this world.

And I can't say whether that was right or wrong.

All I can say is that was Beth.

- Nice to see you. - Oh...

- Hey. - Hi, Dad.

- How you doing? - Yeah, I'm doing OK.

- Lovely speech, Daniel. - Adam, cheers.

That was a lovely speech.

Thank you, sweetheart.

- So, what's going on? - What do you mean?

Why have you been avoiding me?

- Avoiding you? - Yeah.

I'm not avoiding you. We...

We just spoke, what, a week ago, right?

Dad, that wasn't a week ago. It was two.

And I've called you several times since.

OK, you're right. I'm sorry.

No, it's just I've been really worried about you, Dad.

Sorry.

Well, why don't we make a date right now to get together properly?

- Yeah, OK. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Lunch or something?

And we can catch up on everything that's been...

- Go ahead. - No, it's OK.

No, seriously, it's fine. I'll just go wait over there.