? Hey, once I was a boogie singer ?
? Playing in a rock n' roll band. ?
? Play that funky music, white boy ?
? Play that funky music right. ?
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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!
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.
Karl, why don't you wait downstairs? I'll be down in a minute.
- Are her meds here? - Um...
OK. Thank you.
- 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.
You didn't need to write to us.
- It wasn't your fault. - I know.
Thank you.
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.
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?
? Why does the sun go on shining? ?
? Why does the sea rush to shore? ?
? Don't they know ? ? It's the end of the world? ?
? Cos you don't love me anymore ?
? Why do the birds go on singing? ?
? Why do the stars glow above? ?
? Don't they know... ?
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.
Piss off!
? Yes, I loved her ? ? How I loved her ?
? Though her shoes ? ? Were number nine... ?
? Herring boxes, without topees ?
? Sandals were for Clementine. ?
? Oh, my darling, oh, my darling. ?
Who wants to go next?
- Me, me, me, I want a go! - Come on, Annie-Pops!
? Lost and gone forever ?
? Dreadful sorry, Clementine. ?
? Oh, my darling, oh, my darling ?
? Oh, my darling, Clementine. ?
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.
Why don't you go stay with your dad for a few days?
Get some proper rest.
- I am so sorry, Dad. - Hey...
Go to sleep, my little honey bee.
For the kids. For the kids.
For the kids.
I don't want to be mad.
Let's go back.
Why did you leave your dad's house?
- It was raining. - When was it raining?
All day.
It was such a... terrible storm.
Why did you put the children in the car?
Just raining, raining, raining.
My mum. I miss her.
I know, Connie. I know.
? Why does the sun go on shining? ?
? Why does the sea rush to shore? ?
? Don't they know ? ? It's the end of the world? ?
? Cos you don't ? ? Love me anymore. ?
I just don't know what to do without her, Con...
I've brought you some tea.
Mama!
Mum!
Where are you, Mum?!
I'm scared, Mum! I'm scared!
Connie? Connie?'
Mama?
Mum?
Mama?!
Mama, wait for me.
Mama, where are you? Mama, where are you?
Mum! Mama!
Mama, wait for me!
Mum!
Where are you? Mum?
Where are you?
Annie! Annie! Wake up, darling!
- Where's Joshie? - He's at Toby's house.
Come, on darling. We've got to get out of here.
- Where to? - Out. It's a surprise.
- Is it Scotland? - No. Come on, sweetie. Not a sound!
Can Polly come too?
Good girls. Good girls.
I'm gonna put on Granny's song and you can go back to sleep. OK?
Here we go.
? Don't they know ? ? It's the end of the world? ?
? It ended when I lost your love ?
? I wake up in the morning ? ? And I wonder ?
? Why everything's the same ? ? As it was... ?
? I can't understand ? ? No, I can't understand ?
? How life goes on the way it does ?
? Why does my heart ? ? Go on beating...? ?
? Why do these eyes of mine cry? ?
? Don't they know ? ? It's the end of the...? ?
Mum!
Darling, it's OK.
- Mummy! - No, shush. It's OK, darling.
It's OK. It's OK. Granny's gonna save us. Granny's going to save us!
A psychotic episode?
Not necessarily from the benzodiazepines per se,
I'm not saying that, they can be very helpful drugs.
- I'm talking about the withdrawal process. - I see...
Although, might I add,
the General Medical Council is currently looking into
whether the benzos were incorrectly prescribed in the first place.
Aside from lorazepam, what else was Ms Mortensen taking? Remind us.
The antidepressant lofepramine and corticosteroids.
And she stopped taking all medication on the... 7th, you say?
- Yes. - Three days.
Is that usual for benzodiazepine withdrawal to kick in?
It can be. If it's an acute withdrawal, which this was.
There are previous case reports of violent behaviour in this situation.
She should have been on a gradual withdrawal programme.
People need to be monitored. They should have a support network.
Obviously, there were other contributory factors.
She was in the depths of grief.
She had buried her mother on the 7th, as well.
And grief can be its own kind of hell.
Let's not forget that she'd recently discovered
her husband was having a relationship
with Polly Jones's mother? Correct?
Ms Mortensen had been through considerable emotional turmoil
prior to seeking lorazepam. Yes.
So, we could say that she certainly had motive.
Can you explain to us what spousal revenge is?
It's what you might call a jealous rage.
Which rather seems to fit with the actions of Ms Mortensen,
- wouldn't you agree? - Not at all.
Ms Mortensen was in fact acting altruistically.
In her acutely psychotic state that night,
she believed she was saving the children from a malevolent force.
A malevolent force.
How can you be sure that Ms Mortensen isn't just fabricating
these psychotic symptoms in order to get away with this?
Experience. Expertise.
I've seen many a malingerer over my 30 years,
and not many of them would go to the lengths
of severely scalding themselves with hydrochloric acid,
which, by the way, pre-dates the offence in question.
Her psychosis was not faked.
And I would put it to you, Dr, that Ms Mortensen is still a danger,
not only to herself, but to her family and society.
And I would strongly refute that.
Now that she's on the correct monitored medication,
Ms Mortensen is no more a danger to herself,
her family or society than you or I.
For who knows what any one of us is capable of,
given the wrong medication and the right triggers?
I've just had Foxtons on the phone.
They're going to come round tomorrow to value it.
I feel like we're betraying her.
Leaving her behind. Moving on.
I thought that's what you wanted?
I need you to listen to me.
There's something I've never told you...
... about that day.
Mummy!
Mummy, are we going to the swings?
We're going later.
Mummy, I want to go on the swings! Mummy, I want to go on the swings!
We're gonna go later!
Mummy, I want to go on the swings! Mummy, I want to go on the swings!
Mummy! I want to go on the swings! Mummy, I want to go on the swings!
Mummy, I want to get out of the buggy!
Hey, Jenny! How's it going? Getting any sleep?
God, don't ask.
Abigail, you can stop that, Mummy's talking.
- Oh, Emma. Drop her with me. - I said stop it!
Oh, you're so kind. You are just going to have to wait!
It's not a good moment. I'll let you be. I'll see you soon.
Can you just be quiet! I need to take this call.
I have had it with you!
Hello? Yes. Is this about the washing machine?
Well, could you be more specific?
When you say "all day", I mean, I can't wait in all day, can I?!
Well, could you at least say morning or afternoon?
Well, can I track you, then?
"I've had it with you".
Those were the last words she heard.
Abigail.
You're right. I never say her name.
Abigail.
You're right to blame me.
I don't blame you.
And I don't blame you at all for having an affair.
- What? - With Savannah. Adrian's girlfriend.
What?!
I am not an idiot.
I saw you together. Outside your office.
Arm in arm. You left together.
No. No, no, no, no.
She was trying to rope me in
to organizing a surprise 50th for Adrian.
Oh, come here, you big idiot.
Spaghetti.
- What time is it? - You've got hours.
Oh, God, I hate this. I feel sick. How do I look?
You'll be fine. Want a chill pill?
You are a bad person.
Yeah.
- Hello, love. - Mummy!
Look at you.
Do they have an electric chair here?
- I am afraid it's not that kind of place, my darling. - Oh!
Why don't you go and see my friend Carol,
- see if she will give you some sweets. - Yeah.
Hello, Joshie.
I'm so sorry, for everything I've put you through.
You'd better not do it again.
? Got to wait to see the day ?
? Got to wait for the light ?
? Got to wait until the river's dry ?
? When all is said and done ?
? Wanting to belong ?
? Lost along the only run... ?
Good afternoon, I'm Dr Emma Robertson.
I'm your forensic psychiatrist.
? Carry on. ?
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