Oh, my God!
Bobbin! Come here! Yes!
I'm... I'm Wendy.
I live in the cottage at the end of...
I don't understand.
They said he'd died.
Baby, they said you'd died.
I know, and I didn't think that was right.
- I'm sorry. - Yeah, why would they do that?
I probably shouldn't have come, but he was so unhappy.
I missed you too. Oh, baby, I missed you so much.
Jo, come away from the door.
Wendy, you know you're not supposed to be here.
That's not Bobbin.
Of course it's Bobbin.
I know my dog.
Come away from the door.
Oh, no!
No!
- Oh, my God! - His insides are coming out!
Oh, my God! Push them back in! Push them in!
Help me!
Jo?
Are you okay?
Bobbin is dead...
isn't he?
Yeah.
He is.
Did you kill him?
What?
No!
Why would you say something like that?
I'm so sorry.
Sorry.
Thank you.
- I really am sorry. - That's okay.
I've been having these awful nightmares
and it's hard to make sense of things.
Well... just drink your tea
and take your time and we'll start the day again.
I wanna go to that support group the doctor talked about.
Really? Is it not too soon?
Amnesia, the gift that keeps on giving.
It's been a week.
I've been locked up in here and I'm slowly going demented.
Okay. You normally hate that kind of thing.
What kind of thing?
Groups, strangers,
having to wait for the sharing stick before you speak.
Well, I need to talk to someone who's trained.
Nothing's coming back to me.
Okay, well, we'll do whatever you need to do.
Great. It's at 11:00. I'll get ready.
Oh, you mean today?
Nick.
I love you! I miss you already!
Fuck!
Ready to rumble?
Yeah.
Why are we going this way?
We've never been this way.
There's road works. It's quicker.
It's a weird road.
Listen, I, uh, might have to pop out tomorrow.
Won't be for long. Is that all right?
Jo? Is that okay?
What?
It's just some work stuff. I won't be long.
Okay.
Mum.
I really wanna see Finn.
What?
He's got a little bit trickier this last 12 months.
- I don't think it's drugs... - Drugs?
It's probably just puberty finally kicking in.
He's 18, Rob.
He's, uh, 19 actually.
God, I'm such a shit show.
Hey, Jo.
I can't remember what's gone in the last 12 months.
It doesn't really matter. We need to live in the now.
What are you, a man or a meme?
Jo?
- Rob, do you see that woman? - Jo?
- What? - Who's that woman?
- She knows me. - What woman?
What woman, Jo?
No, nothing.
Well, at least let me carry you in.
It's literally right there, Rob. I need to build my confidence.
I'll wait here in case you hate it. If you fall over, I'll pick you up.
Fuck off.
Nice stick, missus.
Oh, miss, you got the time?
- Give me your phone. - What?
Give me your phone and money.
Give me your phone and purse now!
Fuck off! You give me your money and your phone!
Please, don't fucking piss me off, man!
Shit! Go get a job, you arsehole!
You know what really pisses me off?
You just made me sound like my mother!
I hope somebody's chalked you up one.
Crazy bitch!
Shit!
Maybe you were safer in the alley.
- Hiya. - Hi.
You're new.
I'm Sharon. Pleased to meet ya.
Hi, Sharon.
I used to be the manager of a coffee shop,
but, uh, I can't even tie my own shoelaces these days.
Still, I was getting fed up with the daily grind anyway.
Daily grind... yeah?
I'm Jo.
Who in the name of Jesus chooses these biscuits?
And squash?
What next, stickers for being brave?
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm Helen. Welcome to the madhouse.
Jo.
Are you okay?
I caught your altercation outside and I was gonna come out,
but I wouldn't be surprised if we saw him here next week.
It's an unusual but interesting form of recruitment.
I don't know what I...
I should probably go and check on him.
Why?
Okay, shall we start?
Come on, let's go and talk about our thoughts and feelings.
Yay!
Thanks, Olivia.
You're coping brilliantly
with a really complex mother-daughter relationship.
Just keep going.
I don't feel like sharing today, Michelle,
before you ask.
I've had a terrible week.
That's fine, Jerry.
We're here for you whenever you want.
Uh, I'd like to.
Please? If that's okay.
Of course.
Um, I'm Jo.
I...
wrote it down.
I need reminding.
I fell down the stairs and I'm...
I landed on my head as you can see.
So I have...
amnesia...
disinhibition...
So they tell me.
So you fell down the stairs?
Yes.
And I have... paranoia and hallucinations.
Basically, it's like I'm...
I'm a stranger in... inside my own head.
A stranger inside your own head.
Is there an echo in here?
It's quite, uh, a common feeling.
Well, I feel like I'm being left to piece together
whatever the hell is wrong with me on my own.
That's really shitty, Jo.
They don't care, but you know that.
That's not true, Jerry.
Four years since my accident. Four years.
I can't even get them on the phone these days.
They say I'm better, but look at me!
I mean, is this it?
Is this it?
- Come on. - Is this really me now?
- Is this me now? - No, it's fine.
Don't get your hopes up, Jo, just don't,
because in this room we are all fucked.
Jerry!
What?
What? Motherfucker Michelle!
You are a fuckface!
Fucknut!
Fuck off!
Get out the fucking way! Get... Bitch, fucking twat, fuck...
- Oh, hi. - Hey.
You know, recovery is different for everyone.
God, I hate it when my husband's right.
It's like... trying to piece together a broken vase, isn't it?
In the dark.
On a roller coaster.
Call me...
if you need to talk.
Thank you...
Helen.
I'm...
I don't know what happened to me.
I was at the top of the stairs...
and then I was at the bottom.
Okay.
I think...
I might have...
uh...
I have a history of...
I've done some quite... dark stuff.
And, um... I worry I could have done this to myself.
Hello?
Oh, hiya. Uh, I've got a husband here.
Hi, Jo. Everybody came out and no you.
I'm fine.
Okay, and I've just bumped into...
Sharon. Hello.
I used to be the manager of a coffee shop
but, uh, can't even tie me own shoelaces these days.
Still, I was getting fed up of the daily grind anyway.
The daily grind.
Get it? It's cause it's a coffee shop.
Jo. Pleased to meet you, Sharon.
What is it?
Was it that bad?
No. It's just...
those poor people.
And that coffee shop woman...
Imagine being stuck inside that shit joke
for the rest of your life.
That's not you.
But what if I'm not who I was?
What if I'm dangerous?
You're not dangerous.
Can we go home the normal way, please?
The one I know.
- Yeah. - Thank you.
Look.
Finn has come down to see me!
Listen, he's gonna have a few things to talk to you about, okay?
Darling!
Oh. Here!
Mum.
What the hell is that?
I have no idea. It just came to me when I sat down.
Watch me go.
Come on.
Look, there's... something I want to...
I left university.
I quit.
I actually only did one term.
You quit?
I told Dad not to...
I wanted to tell you myself.
But then why aren't you here, at home?
I don't live here anymore.
I moved out.
I'm just gonna check on lunch.
I love you.
What if the...?
What if the old Mum never comes back?
Hi, Finn. Yeah. Welcome to the situation.
What if that happens?
Any ideas?
What are we having?
Lasagne.
Great. What about Mum? What's she having?
Lasagne.
She's started eating meat again?
Oh, come on, it was a fad. She was wavering.
That's so shady.
It's familiar. It'll help.
And let's keep things civil, eh?
Are we going to talk about you dropping out of uni?
No.
But we probably should talk about...
What?
Mum, you've spent your whole life fussing over me, pushing me.
I didn't even want to go to university,
but you didn't listen.
You just pushed me and pushed me.
You think you're helping,
but you've done it in the most passive aggressive way.
- That's a bit harsh, Finn. - Well, it's true.
No one tells you, when you're pregnant,
that you're going to pour your heart and soul
into helping your little babies
grow into happy, articulate, educated people in their own right.
But then one day
all that love and hard work is gonna...
be thrown right back in your face.
You know,
I have wondered...
what kind of life I'd have if...
if you'd all died in a car crash.
I've thought about like what kind of life
I would have carved out for myself if...
I mean, once the initial grief had passed.
That's a terrible thing to say.
This is all part of the disinhibition.
Jo.
You know, on the surface, this family looks so perfect.
- But underneath it's... - I have no idea where that came from.
That's so dysfunctional.
There's been a lot of dysfunction lately, Mum.
By the way, I told you I'm gay last year.
That should probably be on your wall.
Oh, Finn.
Oh, baby.
I'd... really appreciate that
if you would put that up on the wall.
- You don't remember what you...? - Finn.
Oh, God.
Finn.
What are you doing?
You should know this stuff.
What stuff?
Finn?
What did I do?
You've got to tell me. Please, tell me.
What did I do?
- Tell me, please. Tell me. - Tell you what, Jo?
Love, you were sleepwalking.
Okay? You should go to bed.
You make tea just like my mum.
Is that good?
Bad?
Is your mother
pushy, demanding, awful, arsehole like me?
Actually, she's dead.
My mum died.
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
Fuck.
How'd she die?
Do you remember those early sunbeds, the one you lift the lid up on?
- Yeah. - Well, she was laying in one and...
she sneezed.
Being a woman who had four children,
it was only a very little pelvic floor action,
a small amount of urine escaped and that was that.
Lights out,
literally, she fused the entire building.
When we buried her,
it looked like she'd done six months on a Caribbean cruise.
Jesus!
Oh, that's terrible!
She actually had cancer.
But she made me promise that if anyone asked
I'd make up a different ridiculous story every single time, so...
She had a funny sense of humour.
She wanted me to remember that part of her.
Not the chemo. Not the last few months.
My mother died of cancer too.
My dad has dementia...
and...
I'm scared of going to see him.
I'm scared he won't recognise me even if I'm standing right there.
- I'm gonna... - Yeah, see you later.
Thanks for the tea.
Totally would.
Given half the chance.
He could trim my bush any day.
Yep.
He could put his seed in my flower bed.
And then fuck me in a threesome with his twin.
Please! Just stop.
What?
Jesus!
Jo, I'm just having a bit of fun.
Please, just...
stop pretending it's business as usual.
It isn't, is it?
We didn't talk for months last year.
Why was that?
- Did I go bonkers again? - No.
No!
Right, you did something that I actually...
thought was quite cruel.
Well, tell me.
Finn got into a relationship with someone and you didn't like it.
He told me he's gay yesterday, but...
- I don't have a problem with that. - Yeah.
But... the person he was involved with was Josh.
Your Josh?
Yeah.
But he's almost 30 and he's such a player.
He's actually 26, and that wasn't...
Wait.
Did Finn leave uni to be with Josh?
Yeah.
You tried to split them up.
That's why we weren't talking.
It was really a big deal.
You wanted me to tell Josh
to put the brakes on his relationship.
Finn he's gonna break your heart.
But I love him!
And then Josh stopped speaking to me,
and then Finn found out
and I don't think he's spoken to you for six months.
Sorry, Cathy. I'm gonna have to steal Jo from you now.
Steal away.
I was just leaving.
Okay. Exhibit... D.
A receipt for two very expensive meals
in a swanky French restaurant.
- Really? - And before dinner,
your amazing husband took you to exhibit E,
a very pretentious art exhibition.
- Did we, uh...? - No.
We, uh... I wanted to take you, but, uh...
Right. And what's next?
Uh... theatre stubs.
Eastbourne playhouse.
I'm so glad we just painted this wall.
The Importance of Being Earnest.
We left early for the importance of our sanity.
Last year wasn't all dead dogs and uni dropouts, you know.
We did have some laughs.
Thank you.
...to split up...
Finn and Josh.
- I'm a terrible mum. - No.
You were just thinking of his future.
There's something else.
You agreed... to lend me,
the company...
some money last year.
Just to tide us over.
I, uh...
I need some more.
So if you could just...
Okay.
What am I signing?
It's just... a small loan.
Okay.
I am sorry, my head really hurts.
Is it okay to look at this a little bit later?
Yeah.
Drink some water.
Anyway, the husband that was having the party announced,
sometimes we get asked how come you've stayed together
for such a long time, right?
He said something I'll never forget.
Go on Jim. We're all ears.
He said the secret is...
The secret is never fall out of love at the same time.
Very good.
Whoa.
Rob?
Did we have dinner with Cathy and Jim somewhere nice?
Yeah, we...
For their anniversary.
Well, then... I just had my first proper memory.
At least the first I can make any sense of.
- Are you gonna tell me what it is? - Yeah.
It was, um, Jim telling some shit story.
We were all sitting around with ridiculous grins
while he was going on about how people stay together.
I can't believe that of all things you could remember
you've remembered one of Jim's boring anecdotes.
I know.
You can't tell him the other things you've remembered,
can you?
Have you taken your pills?
I'm just about to.
Fuck.
Right. Are you sure you're gonna be okay on your own?
You're going to the post office.
I'll call you if I need you.
What you up to?
I thought you left.
No, I'm just about to.
Listen, nobody wants you to remember the last year more than I do.
I know that.
But it's a lot of pressure to put on yourself.
Maybe take it easy.
Don't forget your tablets.
All right.
- I just don't want you to... - To what?
- You don't want me to what, Rob? - Nothing.
They're pain killers, you know.
- They're not antidepressants. - I know.
- This is completely different. - Yes, it's completely different.
I'm not depressed.
Sorry.
Oh, my God, this is not 15 years ago.
This is not
that which cannot be mentioned.
Okay.
I will take them. Here. No, look.
Happy?
Yeah. Thank you.
I'll see you later.
Definitely the right thing to do.
Way too many side effects.
Better to be in pain than confused, right?
Jo!
Shit, Jo. Are you okay?
- Yeah. - Sorry. I should've called first.
Well... actually, I've been calling your mobile constantly.
What's happened?
I lost my phone.
Big mystery.
Look.
New one.
I'm sorry, I...
I have no idea who you are.
What?
Who are you?
It's Rose, Jo.
It's Rose. Hello.
You don't remember?
I fell down the stairs.
Right.
I'm sorry, how do I know you again?
We work together, Jo. Well, we're, um...
I'm a translator. I work from home on my own.
No, we've been colleagues for months, Jo.
In town.
We're also friends.
Well, I guess I'd better let you in
so you can tell me what it is that I do.
I love your place.
Please, come on through.
All right, why don't you tell me
about where I work and what I do and, uh, when I started?
Yeah, it's a charity. It's for Syrian refugees.
Oh, right.
Yeah, it's really tiny.
It's basically just you, me, Nick, a few others.
And Nick is...?
He's the founder.
The boss.
There.
Thank you.
You've been amazing.
Everyone thought it.
You turned the whole place around.
Organised that amazing fundraising do.
What?
Yeah, that's why I couldn't figure out
why you stopped coming in.
But Nick said that you just decided that it wasn't for you anymore.
Hasn't anyone mentioned that you had a new job?
Don't you think that's a bit...?
And you really don't remember anything?
Anything?
I...
I think you should leave now. I feel really tired.
You need to get another dog.
It must be lonely rattling around here on your own.
Please, can you leave now?
And that's when you dyed your hair... You've, uh...
- Please? - Got to put that in.
Please, just get out of my fucking house.
Get out of my fucking house!
I, uh...
Get out of my fucking house!
Whoa.
That is not how you speak to friends.
Out! Go!
Get out!
You weren't on our own that night...
were you?
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