Hello?
Hi.
Bit blowy.
Are you nervous?
No?
Yes. A bit. Were you?
Yes. Yeah, a-a bit.
Well, not that I'm not, you know, glad to--
Oh, but, well, there's… there's no rush.
What are you doing for half term?
Uh, taking photos mainly.
What do you take photos of?
Birds.
Of the Cheltenham Ladies' College variety?
Oh, wow.
I develop my own film. There's a dark room through there.
You're a camera nerd?
Well, uh…
- Why birds? - They're everywhere.
Once you start seeing them and hearing them,
you realise they're all around us.
This cast of characters you didn't even realise were there.
Look at the pattern on the feathers here. It's called vermiculation.
Isn't it amazing?
And that's just a… that's just a mallard. It's just a regular duck.
Hmm. Gorgeous.
Go on, then. Favourite bird.
The firecrest.
I can't see it.
Oh, yeah. Well, it-it flew off just as I was taking the photo.
"Stop talking about birds now"?
No. I like it.
Are you sure about this?
Yes.
- Ow. Sorry. - Oh.
Is that okay?
So nice.
Is that you?
Um, I think so.
Do you wanna do it now?
Yes, please.
I don't believe it. You're magic.
You babysit and you manage to cook a proper meal while you're at it.
Did you manage to get much book editing done?
Some.
To be honest, I feel like I'm treading water
till I can start a new book
but the inspiration hasn't struck just yet.
How's life at the Priory?
Um, well, Mummy and Daddy seem better.
I mean, Daddy's still desperate about The Golden Gauntlet thing.
I think they might lose a lot of money if they don't win the franchise.
Mm-hmm.
Patrick loves Paris, not sure how much writing he's doing.
And I'm rushed off my feet. I've got four big dinners before the end of the month
and Christmas cake orders already coming in, so…
And anything for you? Any romance?
No. No. It's too busy. There's no time.
Well, you say "no time", I say "no time like the present".
When your person comes knocking,
you don't want to be too busy to answer the door.
I just can't see it, really.
Oh, it'll happen.
Just when you don't expect it, there he is.
Smiling at you like you brought the sun out.
Are you okay?
What, me?
Yeah.
I can't believe I just gave you my virginity.
I hope you're going to look after it.
I promise.
- Fuck. - What?
Oh, fucking fuck.
Come on. Calm down, calm… calm down, Siegfried.
What's wrong with you today?
Archie?
Where are my knickers?
Huh?
Quick. Quick.
- Hello, darling, you're home! - Hi.
I didn't think you were back till tomorrow.
Uh, no, today.
Oh, honestly, your school terms get shorter and shorter.
I don't know what we're paying them for.
Oh, what are you doing?
I just got back. I'm just getting changed.
Your T-shirt's inside out.
Um…
Yes, uh… it's-it's punk.
Is it? The Telegraph says punk's finished.
Well… …I've always been a late starter.
Well, come down and have tea.
Uh, perhaps put some trousers on.
Oh! What a wonderful surprise!
She's gone.
Archie. Why do you have a naked photo of my mother?
What?
I did not take those, I swear.
I-I borrowed my dad's new camera. Maybe they were at the start of the film?
But why would my mum have your dad's camera?
Please, wait.
It's none of our business, Caitlin.
Two of our parents are being made fools of,
and you don't want to do anything?
Or are you scared of your dad?
No.
Then come with me.
Oh, don't be ridiculous--
Fine. I'll go home and show this to my mum.
Caitlin, don't do anything stupid.
Oh!
Hello, Caitlin. Have you broken up early too?
Ah, I see.
I think we'd better have a chat, don't you?
Come into the sitting room. There's tea.
Milk and sugar, Caitlin?
Yes, please.
Do have a biscuit.
Thank you.
Now, I have to say, I am very disappointed.
You know I value truthfulness highly, Archie.
Do you have an explanation fit for adult ears,
or should I go ahead and believe the worst?
- She's helping me. - Interesting.
With a photography project.
Oh? What are you taking photos of?
Birds. Mostly.
Are there a lot of birds in Archie's bedroom?
From the…
- The window. - …the window.
And what sort of birds?
Um, a firecrest.
Goodness. And you got a picture, did you?
It flew off.
So that's not a picture of it?
Um, no.
What's that a picture of?
Um, it's not a picture.
- That's not a picture? - No, it's just a… a contact sheet.
You-You were running out of the house with it.
That seems a fuss for just a contact sheet. So let me see.
I'm not sure Archie wants to show you before he's decided which--
And you can't see it without developing the--
I'm running out of patience, Archie.
Give it to me, Caitlin, please, before I telephone your mother.
No.
Caitlin!
Uh, pass my reading glasses, would you?
Now what am I looking at, Archie?
Daddy will be home soon, I should think.
Are you staying to supper, Caitlin?
And finally this evening, let's see what the forecast has in store for us.
Over to James at the weather easel.
Thank you, Sarah.
And after an overcast start to today,
you can see we continue with a rather unsettled picture
for the rest of the evening.
Ooh, ooh. With a few outbreaks of rain
scattered across the south of our region later on.
But tomorrow should have a better outlook for us all with some sunny intervals.
Now we've just had a call from a Mrs Oates in Bisley,
who rang Corinium to say that she's heard there's a hurricane on the way.
Well, don't worry, there absolutely isn't.
Mmm, delicious, darling.
Thank you.
She didn't make it.
- Archie. - What?
Doesn't he know you get Taggie to fill up the freezer once a month?
- We're eating from the Venturer menu. - I shouldn't worry about it, Archie.
Your mother has better things to do than cook.
And you're hardly one to criticise eating from the Venturer menu.
Shall we talk about the pair of you bunking off for half term a day early?
Hmm?
Later perhaps.
How was your day?
Marvellous. Tremendously busy.
I'm sure your father is too, Caitlin.
Especially after his Golden Gauntlet disaster.
I hear it was quite the spectacle. Sorry nobody ever got to see it on screen.
Don't mind if you pass on our stunning viewing figures for Master Dog.
Seven million for the first heat.
Yeah. Who needs Barbara Woodhouse when you've got James Vereker?
And we have a terrific actress for the new series of Four Men Went to Mow.
Maud O'Hara. Real star in the making, that one.
- Camera adores her. - Tony.
I mean it. She's a corker! Phwoar.
You can tell your father we are so glad he was able to farm her out.
That's rather good, isn't it? Farm her out…
Christ's sake, Mum!
Don't you care?
It was your mother's idea to cast her in the first place.
Oh, my God.
Yes, I don't think she meant for you to fuck her.
What?
I developed the film in your camera.
We've seen the pictures.
Photo shoot for the show.
Without your clothes on?
You're in the mirror, Dad.
So we all know you've been fucking her.
Archie, not at dinner.
Well, when?
Are you not gonna say anything?
Are you really just going to sit here and pretend that nothing's happened?
What is wrong with you?
I don't know why you're taking this out on me…
- You saw it… - …because--
…then you threw it on the fire!
Now Archie, there are things you don't understand--
Darling.
Oh, wonderful, Archie. Thoroughly entertaining.
Now your mother's gone out in the storm without a coat on.
Well played.
- Go on, have a bite. Go on. - Oh, saboteur! Oh!
Mmm.
It's great pumpkin pie, Taggie.
Really good.
The Rotary Club, they're gonna love it.
Thanks to you for booking. And being a guinea pig.
So, how do we unbollocks this scene then?
Right, so,
he's threatening to sell the farm unless she sleeps with him, right?
"You'll never get away with this, Delaney!"
See,
even Taggie can tell that it's bad.
Well, of course it's bad.
It's Tony Baddingham. The man with the Midas touch.
If everything Midas touched turned into toxic waste.
- It's a job. - And a brother.
Mmm. No, please, I've said much worse.
Shouldn't you threaten him? Isn't that the more surprising scenario?
Scarlett O'Hara, defending the farm with her life.
- Grab a pitchfork? - Mmm.
Or an axe?
She could say something like, "My husband taught me to use one of these.
Imagine how proud he'd have been to see me fell you with it."
- Oh, yeah. You're good at this. - Ah.
Wish I was better at writing my own scripts.
What, the Yeats? Oh, I bet it's gorgeous.
Cameron says it is, but I'm not sure. I just…
It suddenly feels even more incredibly important, you know?
Could you have a look at the tape?
Of course. Let's watch it now.
Grab the pudding.
Looks like we're doing the washing up, then.
I'll wash, you dry?
Is she back?
No.
Did you check the stables?
I checked everywhere.
Okay, well, should we call some people?
Not yet. She's an adult woman, not a lost cat.
You're worried about people talking.
- Is that really more-- - What the fuck have you done, Archie?
Huh?
What the fuck have you done?
How is this my fault when you are the one that was caught cheating on Mum?
I've cheated on your mother dozens of times!
It's what people do!
Grow up!
The son was tasked with bringing Yeats's body home
to be buried in Sligo's soil
in this unassuming grave in the shadow of the mountains.
Our journey ends here too, just like his.
So from one humble son of this land to another, thank you, Mr Yeats.
It's wonderful.
Really?
Those moments when you read the poetry right at the screen,
it's like you're burning into our hearts.
Oh, God.
What?
Relieved.
I wanted you to like it most out of anyone.
Channel 4 are going to love it. It is beautiful.
I'm gonna get an early night.
Oh, yeah? Bas still here?
No, Mummy. He's gone before the weather gets any worse.
- Night. - Sleep well.
Oh, your-your da's programme is amazing!
I'm sorry you weren't there with me when we shot it.
I'm sorry I was such an arse.
I want to be completely honest with you.
Uh…
Cameron and I, we, uh, spent quite a lot of time together in Ireland,
and she talked about her and Rupert a lot.
I don't think she's very happy with him.
- Huh. She should give him back then. - Hmm.
There's plenty of girls who'll bite her hand off.
Thing is, she…
I think the whisky got to her and… and the poetry,
and-and the landscape and…
I mean, it got to me too.
It wasn't as if she just threw herself…
But the possibility arose of us sleeping together.
Right.
It was a moment of madness.
But it didn't happen.
I didn't do it.
I love you, Maud.
And I always will.
I wouldn't do anything to risk that.
Thank you for, um… …telling me. I…
I love you.
I do.
What do you say we get an early night, huh?
Right, off to bed.
Righto.
Early start tomorrow.
Get all those Master Dogs in order.
Mmm, yes.
- Coming? - Yes, that's lovely, darling.
All right, I get it.
Creative juices.
I'll, uh, leave you to it.
Yes.
Monica? Hello.
Hello, Lizzie. I'm…
I'm just collecting for the jumble.
Oh.
Yes.
Come in, come in.
This is, uh, frightful weather.
Yes.
It's okay, pups. Just weather.
Oh, my God.
Rocky! Come on, darling!
It's all right. It's all right, darling.
Come on.
Chocolate Hobnob?
Thank you.
Are you all right?
Will you leave James, do you think…
and go off with Freddie?
Um… …well, I…
I'm-I'm not sure what you mean, Monica.
Well…
N-No, I've seen enough to know when an affair's going on.
There's no point bluffing about it.
Um…
Whatever that was with Freddie, it's over now.
Oh. I see.
You don't happen to have a brandy to hand, do you?
Mm-hmm.
Why is it over?
The cost was too great.
To everyone around us.
Mmm. But that didn't stop you starting it?
I never had an affair before…
but it's like a little bubble of its own.
You end up not caring about anyone outside of it.
That's awful, isn't it?
Mmm, it is for the people outside of it.
If they find out.
I don't think I'd ever leave James.
I wouldn't be brave enough.
Strike out on my own like that.
Is he a good husband?
Hardly ever.
But, you know…
the children.
What would they have to put up with, their friends all knowing?
The school gates…
Why do we stay, though?
With these men who aren't nice to us at all.
Why can't we find the courage to change things?
I thought that I'd get braver with age…
that at some point I'd live like blazes…
but I'm just as timid now as when I was a girl.
Well, I… I don't think of you as timid.
Terribly. Terribly timid.
There was someone I loved once…
awfully much.
Before Tony.
Someone I wasn't allowed to love,
and who wasn't allowed to love me…
and neither of us ever found the courage to break the mould.
My sister and I had duty baked into us.
Polite, considerate, grateful,
always put one's own needs behind absolutely everyone else's.
I knew, even then, it would kill my mother if she ever found out about…
So I do know what it's like.
The grand passion.
Oh, listen to me.
"I was adored once too".
But what example are we setting our daughters with all this duty?
Will…
Will they grow up turning a blind eye too?
Oh, good God, I hope not.
Put up with all the selfish skirmishes he wants to get into,
but slap ourselves down at the slightest chance
of finding our own happiness?
Our daughters deserve better.
So do we.
Yes.
Oh, hello.
I can't get to sleep.
Oh, all right darling.
Um, I-I was just having a chat with Monica.
Um, Daddy's in bed, can you ask him to tuck you in?
I want you, Mummy. The wind's all whooshy.
Go on, I'm fine.
I won't be a moment.
Are you okay?
Oh, my God. He was in our garden.
Come on, boy. Let's get you back in your stable.
God, you're freezing!
Come on!
Come here.
One horse safely tucked up and unscathed from his ordeal.
Thank you.
Rocky says sorry and he hopes you haven't caught a chill.
Why didn't you put a coat on, you plonker?
Something… Something warm.
Oh, we could have picked him up.
Oh, I-I tried to ring. The phone didn't work.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
Oh, yeah. Nothing.
The line must be down.
How's your Bournvita?
It reminds me of my granny.
Yes, it's Mrs Bodkin's favourite. Sure you don't want something stronger?
Oh, no. I'm okay. Thanks.
Well, I would love a drink.
Yeah, me too. It's all rather apocalyptic.
You can say that again.
Mmm. Well, I can't say that.
- What's it, apoca… apoca… - Apocalyptic.
Well, come on then.
I'll drive you home.
Oh, okay.
Bye. Thanks.
Won't be long.
Oh, thank God you're back.
I was about to call the police.
To rescue me or you?
- Look… - No.
Tony, it's not your turn.
Fine.
Give me hell.
I think it's too late for that.
For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I love you, I promise I'll--
Don't, Tony. Just don't.
I shouldn't have married you.
I suppose I got carried away.
I cast myself as your saviour…
Well, I was a saviour too.
Let's not forget the state your family was in.
Without my father's money, you'd have lost this house.
So it was a mutually advantageous match.
Well, I don't think anyone could say it's advantageous now.
Which is why I'm going to divorce you.
No.
This time I'm not keeping quiet.
If anyone asks, I will tell them
that you were systematically adulterous throughout our marriage,
that I put up with it as long as I could,
but that at some point I'd simply had enough.
I'm going to engage the best solicitor to extract you from my life,
from my children's lives,
and from this house, which belongs, in the end, to me.
Please, one more chance.
You've had one more chance. I'm all out of chances.
I can't manage without you.
You manage without me most of the time.
Monica, I love you awfully much.
No, Tony!
You love me… awfully.
We…
We had an agreement,
a new contract,
and I was ready to believe in it.
But you tore it up with appalling negligence.
And worse…
this time, worse than ever before.
Infidelity I've coped with,
but this feels altogether darker.
You used a woman that I considered a friend
as a weapon to revenge yourself on Declan,
and I am sorry, Tony, but I find it disgusting.
The control and the manipulation.
I can hardly look at you.
We were so close to mending.
Why did you do it?
Because I wanted to fucking feel something!
Because I need a sexual connection. Like breathing.
To prove that I'm alive. Like you'll never understand.
You always made it clear, always,
sleeping with me was something you put up with as a duty.
Once a week and then back to my room with a pat on the head.
You haven't a sexual bone in your body.
You are dead from the waist down.
For your information…
I wasn't always.
Right. Up you get, I'm taking Caitlin home.
It's the middle of the night.
There's no time like the present.
I hope your father's not too deep a sleeper, Caitlin. Let's go!
Monica, please, it isn't safe.
Out of my way, please.
Caitlin!
I'm coming with you.
No! Go inside!
Buckle up, Caitlin. Might be bumpy.
Proud of yourself?
I fucking hate you, Dad.
Um…
Oh, power's off.
Can you please, um… Don't go out again in this. Just…
Just stay the night.
You could stay in Caitlin's room.
The bed's all made up because it's half term tomorrow.
Um, thank you. Uh, probably best do that.
Uh… I should find some candles.
Um…
Do you want anything?
I mean, a tea or…
I don't think we have Bournvita.
Hello, Priory?
It's Tony.
Oh.
Monica knows about us. So does Caitlin.
Okay. Caitlin?
Huh? Who is it?
Monica found Caitlin here at the Falconry with Archie.
Uh… …it's Tony.
Um, Caitlin is over there.
But she's at school, isn't she?
It seems they bunked off for half term a day early.
They were in his room, presumably having sex.
What happened?
Caitlin and Archie bunked off school.
What the fuck? The little…
They've had sex.
Oh, my God.
Yeah.
Oh, my God. Oh.
Can he hear us?
Um…
Uh, r-right, um… no?
Monica knows everything. She's gonna tell Declan.
She'll be there in ten minutes, so you'd better tell him right away.
Hello? Uh… …hello, Tony?
Jesus Christ, what was she thinking, huh?
- Declan… - Don't tell me not to get angry.
Oh, fuck's sake.
I'm getting a drink.
Oh, fuck.
- Declan, we need to-- - What's going on?
Um, problem with a horse. You?
Caitlin has been seeing Archie Baddingham.
- Oh, God. - Yeah, it's a fucking disaster.
You know what? This stops right here.
I am going to read her the fucking riot act.
How long will they be?
About ten minutes?
Daddy, they're just teenagers.
Did you know about this?
I'm sure Caitlin wouldn't give away any secrets.
You maybe never know a person, Tag.
I know Caitlin.
Archie?
Archie, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I lost my temper.
It was a shock what happened.
Well, it…
It's been a fucker of an evening, hasn't it?
This is all my fault, obviously. You know that.
But just…
in case you thought any of this was you, or your mother, or…
People do stupid things.
I do stupid things. I've done stupid things.
Your mother is an angel incarnate,
the number of stupid things I've done over the years she's forgiven me for.
I do know this one was the worst.
I'll make it better with her, I promise, Archie.
Things'll be good again. I'll be better, and…
…we'll be…
I really don't know where I'd be without her.
I can't even imagine.
I'd give you my word, if I thought for a moment that you'd believe…
It's been three quarters of an hour. They should be here by now.
God, th-they shouldn't be out in this. What was Monica thinking?
Shall we go and look?
I-I'll go.
No. No, love, it's not safe. Myself and Rupert'll go.
Come on.
Please be careful.
Don't worry. I've seen worse.
Are you okay?
Just, um…
Caitlin, you know?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Right.
Well, we'll go around.
I guess now we know why they didn't come straight to you.
Where's Monica?
That night she lay in her bed,
listening to the storm raging outside her house,
and decided she must live a less timid life.
All around her, she saw lives built on lies,
marriages held together with string and secrecy.
Seen too often the danger of dishonesty,
the risk of straying from the proper path.
And for a long time she had held her true self locked up tight.
The smiling, dutiful wife and mother.
Forgiving her faithless husband
and wilfully forgetting the true love she'd lost years earlier.
♪ Well, it seemed to be a song for you ♪
♪ The one I wanted to write for you ♪
♪ For you ♪
♪ You ♪
♪ Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly Lavender's green ♪
♪ When I am king, dilly, dilly You will be queen ♪
But the wildness of that howling wind called to her,
seemed to whisper in her ear,
"No more! No more! You are a woman of desire".
♪ IOU for your love ♪
She listened to the voice and knew what she had to do,
even if it meant risking everything.
From now on, she would live like blazes.
♪ I will love you ♪
♪ A penny for your thoughts, my dear ♪
♪ IOU for your love ♪
♪ Lavender dreams, dilly, dilly Lavender's true ♪
♪ When you miss me, dilly, dilly I did miss you ♪
I… I can't do without you.
♪ A penny for your thoughts, my dear ♪
I mean, I don't want to.
♪ A penny for your thoughts, my dear ♪
Then don't.
♪ IOU for your love ♪
♪ For your love ♪
♪ Oh, I'm gonna turn back to you ♪
♪ Gonna find my way back to you ♪
No, not you.
May I come in?
What do you want?
Please, Tony.
Uh…
Sit, will you?
What?
Monica, uh…
- She's not here. - No, um…
What?
I'm terribly sorry, Tony.
We found her.
A tree fell and hit the car. Caitlin got out but…
I'm sorry, Tony, she…
Monica's dead.
Monica? My wife, Monica?
I expect it was very quick.
I'm sure she didn't know anything about it.
Did you just say she's dead?
I'm terribly sorry.