Hollow Reed (1996) - full transcript
Following the break-up of his marriage after revealing his homosexuality, GP Martin Wyatt loses custody of his son Oliver to his now ex-wife Hannah and her new partner Frank. It is not long, however, until Oliver appears at the house of Martin and his new lover Tom claiming to have been beaten up by boys in the park. After another incident, Martin puts two and two together and comes to the conclusion that Frank has been beating Oliver without Hannah's knowledge. Martin then begins a long courtroom custody battle to win back his son.
[applause]
ANNOUNCER: That
was a clear shot.
Yes, it's such a clever
play of Brian Lowry.
He threatens to
come forward here,
and he's so quick to rock back.
We've got a challenge for him.
[engine starting]
[dog barking]
[heavy breathing]
[grunting]
[buzzer]
Come on.
Come on.
[heavy breathing] Come on.
Ollie?
Christ.
Hello there.
Hello.
So, what's been
happening to you?
Well, he's been
in a lot of pain.
I gave him 10
milligrams of Junifen.
I'm Martyn Wyatt.
I'm one of the GPs
at the west side.
Is he a patient?
No, he's my son.
Oliver.
Did he lose consciousness?
I don't think so.
We'll do some x-rays, eh?
WOMAN ON PHONE: Hello?
It's me.
WOMAN ON PHONE: Is he with you?
Yes.
WOMAN ON PHONE: Jesus,
where the hell are you?
I've been calling
around half the nei--
You've been engaged.
We're at the hospital.
Some kids roughed
him up in the common.
WOMAN ON PHONE: Oh my god.
Is he hurt?
Is he all right?
He's all right.
His face is a bit of a mess.
Looks worse than it is.
WOMAN ON PHONE:
I'll be right over.
No, no, no.
It's all right.
They're just checking him over.
Then I'll bring him home.
All right?
- How many?
- One.
You're sure?
Mm.
- Two.
- One.
Two.
One.
Two.
One.
What do you think, Tom?
I don't know.
He might live.
Yeah?
I think so.
Ollie, these kids
on the common--
did-- did you know them?
Were they from school?
The same ones as before?
It's Mom.
Oh, sweetheart.
You OK?
Does it hurt?
Oh, darling.
You know, we were so worried.
What were you doing out?
We were about to
call the police.
Vince and Jamie.
Vince and Jamie?
But why?
You know, when I left you
were doing your homework.
You just can't go out
at night like that.
You left him alone?
No, of course not.
Frank was there.
He said one minute you were
there, and the next you'd gone.
Hi.
Hi.
This-- this is my--
this is, uh-- Oliver's mother.
X-rays are fine.
As far as I can tell,
it's all superficial.
Just keep an eye on him.
Usual precautions.
Great.
You did good.
Come on.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Those patient files
I have lost night?
MAN: Whole table.
How far would you say it is to
the common from Hannah's house?
200 yards?
Three?
Maybe he thought he'd get
in trouble if he went home.
You know, if he'd slipped out
without asking permission.
Oh, come on.
You're his dad.
It's only natural he
should come to you.
Hey.
So, how are you, Tom?
Are you OK?
Yes, I am, thank you.
Yes.
Sorry.
Right.
See you later.
I'm back.
How's Ollie?
He's fine.
He's had some breakfast,
and dozed off again.
I don't want to go into work.
Do you think I should
call them and say--
No.
You go in, and I'll take
[inaudible] after him
if he's getting
better, all right?
OK.
All right.
I'll be back by seven.
All right.
[dog barking]
Oh, hello.
Oh, hi.
Are you Jamie Hunt's mother?
Yeah.
I'm Martyn Wyatt,
Oliver's father.
From across the way.
Um-- he got in some trouble
on his way home last night,
and I was wondering,
if he comes over again,
could you call one of us, so
we can see he gets home OK?
Well, yes, of course.
But he wasn't here last night.
We haven't seen him for ages.
Not since he started
that new school.
Sorry.
[applause on television]
Ollie?
Ollie?
Oliver?
Oliver?
Oliver?
What are you doing?
Hey, I don't suppose you'd fancy
stopping off somewhere, eh?
Get some ice cream.
Thanks.
I was always wanting
my dad to take me to work
with him when I was a kid.
He was a salesman.
Always off on their
own somewhere.
My mother wouldn't hear of that.
Well, you know moms.
Fuss, fuss, fuss, eh?
Oh, Ollie.
[shouting]
Oliver, put those on.
You see?
You're that one
cool dude, Ollie.
Yeah, go on.
She's yours.
Boys?
This is Oliver.
Oliver, this is the boys.
Blimey.
What happened to the
other bloke, then, eh?
Inspector's been over.
Got a snag list as
long as your arm.
Shit.
Listen, Ollie, it's
gonna take some time,
so why don't you run over
there and have a play?
And if anyone asks, Ollie,
you're with me, right?
What's up?
Yeah, then.
Yeah.
Come on, fellows.
1, 2, 3.
[whispering]
Mom?
Honestly.
As if I haven't seen it
a hundred times before.
Out you get.
So, did you have
good day with Frank?
Can I go to school tomorrow?
Are you up to it, hey?
What about these bruises?
It's fine.
Listen, my love, your
father came to see me today.
And he said he didn't go
and see Jamie last night.
Hm?
What were you doing, eh?
Where were you?
Was it that you were
out on your bike again?
Was it?
Darling, you mustn't do it.
Honestly.
You know, if you do
it one more time,
that bike will have to go.
I'm not kidding.
Listen, terrible things
can happen to a child.
Things that you can't even--
you know, when you go running
to your dad like that,
it's as if you don't trust me.
Hm?
I'm sorry.
Darling.
Just don't do it again, OK?
[children shouting]
Yeah.
You're telling me--
[children shouting]
[children singing]
(SINGING) All day
long I hear you--
Calling out that
he's been framed.
Yeah.
I see my light come shining
from the west, out to the east.
Any day, now-- any day,
now, I shall be released.
I'll see you when you do.
All right.
Bye, then.
Bye.
See you later.
Oh, god.
Sorry, Tom.
Oh, what?
What, what, what?
What is it this time?
Who died?
Which member of the family dead?
We all dead?
Your whole family's dead?
Everybody's dead?
Get a watch.
Yeah, get a life.
[laughter]
[phone ringing]
Hannah Wyatt.
MAN ON PHONE: It's me.
Uh, he was out on
his bike, and some kids
tried to steal it.
What was all that
stuff about Jamie?
Oh, he's not allowed out
on his bike after dark,
and he knows it.
It's really not
that complicated.
Can I talk to him?
He's back at school.
No?
Just-- get off my back.
Right.
How are you?
Your eye looks much better.
I thought I'd give
you a lift home.
Great.
Yeah.
Yeah?
All right.
MALE SPEAKER (VOICEOVER):
If they fail, if they die,
the galaxy will come permanently
under the yoke of the empire.
[star wars theme]
[oliver humming]
Star Wars, episode 10.
Wow, that one's brilliant.
You know, this thing, Ollie,
about going out on your bike--
You know you never
have to lie to me?
You can tell me anything.
You do know that?
I'd better get back now.
[dog barking]
[car horn]
[inaudible]?
Ah!
[laughter]
Hey, don't forget
to do your chores.
Now we've got a bit
of a minervois here,
which is actually
meant to be eaten
with, uh, stews and
casseroles, but I
think we're probably all right.
- You're all right with that?
Yeah.
I think-- scrape it first.
Have those knives
around the right way.
Rubbish, then you're done.
[laughter]
[music playing]
You should try and
get some sleep, eh?
You've got work in the morning.
Kids lie, don't they?
Yeah, 90% of the time.
But I've stopped now.
Honest.
Look, it's just a phase.
All kids have secrets.
It's no big deal.
Martyn--
[moaning]
[moaning]
[laughter]
You keep on pushing
it, don't you, Ollie?
Hm?
You know the rules.
On your mark.
There's a right way, and a
wrong way of doing everything.
Here, Ollie.
If you drink from
the carton, you're
going to spread germs, Ollie.
Sorry.
It's all right.
It's always the same with you,
though, isn't it, Ollie, eh?
I'm sorry?
You bring it on yourself, Ollie.
You really do.
[clattering]
Ollie!
Come here!
Here!
I go out of my way--
out of my way to do
right by you, don't I?
Don't I?
Now, all I ask in return
is that you behave
like a civilized
human being, and you
follow a few ground rules.
Now, is that too much to ask?
is it?
- I'm sorry.
- Say it, Ollie.
Come on!
Say it.
What must you learn?
What?
To control-- exceptions.
Excesses, Ollie.
excesses.
Excessive.
Of my nature.
And behave.
Good boy, Ollie.
OK.
Again.
I must learn to control--
[doorbell] Stay there.
Sorry to disturb you.
I'm part of a scheme for the
unemployed, to help ourselves,
and I was wondering
if you wanted to buy--
Piss off.
Wanker.
Ollie?
Ollie?
Ollie?
Hello!
Something smells good.
I curried.
That thing from last night.
You and your curries.
Where's Oliver?
Upstairs.
Ah!
Love me?
Sound asleep.
Yes, he turned up for his
operation at nine yesterday
morning, as requested,
and got sent home again.
Don't put me on ho--
sorry.
[buzzer] Yep?
WOMAN: A Mr. Bugler
on line two, doctor.
From your son's school.
In your English
Treasury, page 43.
Page 43.
I'm Dr. Wyatt, Ollie's father.
He's got a very nasty hand.
Has he?
Well--
Ah.
Dr. Wyatt.
What happened?
Well, it didn't happen here.
His classmates say he came to
school with it this morning.
Can you give us a minute?
Certainly.
Let's have a look, hm?
Can you squeeze my finger?
[gasping]
What's going on, Ollie?
Tell me son, please.
Whatever it is.
Nothing will happen to you.
I promise.
No one will hurt you.
Are you frightened?
You mustn't be frightened.
Shut it in the car door.
Mom's car?
Whose car?
Frank's?
The old car.
The old car on the common.
[MUSIC - BOB DYLAN, "THE MIGHTY
QUINN"]
(SINGING) Hey, everybody
sitting around 'neath the tree.
When Quinn the Eskimo
gets here, all the
pigeons gonna go to him.
Come on without.
Oh, come on within.
We'll not--
[phone ringing]
[humming]
Yep?
WOMAN ON PHONE: I wanted
to speak to Martyn.
He's at work.
WOMAN ON PHONE:
Well, where's Oliver?
Isn't he with you?
I just rang the school.
Apparently Martyn picked him up.
Please tell him he is
outside his access agreement,
and I want Oliver home now.
What are you thinking?
I have to be sure.
It couldn't have been
a car door, could it?
Yeah, I don't think so.
Fractures are at
different levels,
and the skin isn't broken.
Another child
couldn't have done it?
Not without a weapon.
Or a brick.
No, I think the
hand's been crushed.
And whoever did it
is pretty strong.
Right.
Hello there, Ollie.
Well, what have
even up to today?
Hitting the walls again?
I've been trying to page you.
Hannah called.
Yeah, she was concerned about
this chap's whereabouts.
Been here, haven't you?
Hello, Martyn.
Can you spare a minute?
Well, I was just going to--
Just a minute, please?
It's this guy my
wife's living with.
I don't know why I didn't
think of it before.
Well, you you prove it?
I've got the x-rays,
and a medical report.
And his hand was crushed.
Three bones broken.
That doesn't mean
that your wife's, uh--
what's he called?
- Donally.
Frank Donally.
Yeah, that Donally did this.
It's him, Roy.
Well, what about Oliver?
Can he confirm this?
He's too terrified
to say anything.
What about your wife?
She don't know about him.
Then you have no witnesses.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to get
him out of that house.
Tonight.
That's just not possible.
We need an injunction.
There's no judge that's going to
give me that without any proof.
I've already
spoken to the police.
Well, then, they'll
investigate it.
But not tonight?
I'm not taking him
back there, Roy.
You may have to, if you
want to stay within the law.
He's being beaten!
Your wife has custody?
Yes.
Well, then, we can make
an urgent appeal to have
the terms of that reconsidered.
There may be something there.
But it's going to take a week.
At least.
Now, remind me, the
access agreement's what?
Reasonable access.
No overnight stays.
Then you'll have
to stick to it.
You breach the present
order, your wife
will throw the book at you.
So will the judge.
And don't talk to
Oliver about this.
The court will say that
you've been pressurizing him.
Leading him into it.
And for the moment, say
nothing to your wife.
This Donally fellow-- who is he?
Was he married?
Has he got kids?
I don't know.
He's-- he's single.
He-- spent some time
in Saudi working.
That's all I know.
It's OK, Dad.
Honest.
Ollie.
Call us.
Any time.
Go on.
Fuck this.
Did he tell you the latest?
Crap about shutting
his hand in a car door.
Let's go inside, Oliver.
Where are you going?
Hannah!
Don't walk away.
Hannah!
So, what happened?
Ask Frank.
What?
We've been swallowing
all this crap.
Kids in the common going
at him, his bike-- it's
been happening here, Hannah.
Right here, in this house.
He did it!
HANNAH: You are mad.
You are completely--
He broke his
fucking hand, Hannah.
He crushed it!
Oh, he said he did?
Did Oliver say it?
Oliver's terrified!
And look at him.
He's your son.
Oh, god.
Don't-- no, don't tell me
how to look after my own son.
I don't know what that
animal does for you,
but either he gets
out of this house,
or I'm going for custody!
You'll never get
him away from me.
Who would listen to you?
No one's going to
take away my son
and hand him over to
a couple of faggots.
Oh, beautiful.
Sweet.
You're jealous.
That's what it is.
You're jealous of Fred because
he's normal, and he's decent,
and he just wants
Oliver to be the same.
By beating him to a pulp?
Every time he has been
hurt, he has been with you.
Do you think that
hasn't crossed my mind?
And I'll say that.
I will say it--
You know me better than that.
I don't know you.
I have no idea who you are.
Get out.
Get out of my house!
I've spoken with the police.
I mean, it's unbelievable.
I mean, out of the blue he's
decided to go for custody.
You know, suppose he has
gone to the police, or--
I think that him and Tom have
just cooked this up, and--
they want to--
You know every single
time-- every single time he--
He must know who
these kids are.
I mean, I just wish
he'd talk to me.
It's just that--
I just don't know what's going.
We've got to go to
the police, because--
- Hannah.
- What if he does say these--
Hannah.
Hannah, you're
forgetting something.
You're forgetting something.
You're forgetting who he is.
OK?
I mean, he's hysterical.
He's just a jealous
little queen.
I mean, let him
say what he likes.
Who's gonna believe him, eh?
[radio chatter]
HANNAH: That's
really stupid, but I
promise you I didn't know.
Well, because he was--
Well, did Oliver take one?
I can't seem to get
him to talk about it.
Yes.
Martyn made a point
of telling him so.
He was the one that
had been rejected.
Ollie?
Ollie, darling,
Sgt. Curtis has come
to have a little chat with us.
Hello, Oliver.
Why don't you go
up to your room?
Um-- why don't you
show her your fish?
OK?
[chopping]
Hi.
There's someone from
the child protection
bureau upstairs with Oliver.
SGT. CURTIS: OK, Oliver.
Bye.
Nice to have met you.
So, this is Frank.
Frank, this is Sgt. Curtis.
- Ah, yes.
[inaudible]
You managed to have a
talk with Oliver, then?
We had a little chat, yeah.
Good.
I-- I mean, if there's anything
we can do, you let us know.
I mean, come to see you.
Whatever.
Thanks, Mr. Donally.
Thanks for the tea, Mrs. Wyatt.
My pleasure.
Um, so, what happens now?
Well, we'll have to talk
to all of the parties.
Go by Oliver's school.
Set up a case meeting.
- OK.
- We'll be in touch.
- Thank you.
OK.
Yeah.
We'll catch you later, the.
- Yeah.
Give us a call.
Yeah?
Soon.
- Yeah.
Will do.
The child protection
people came today.
I may have to prove my
fitness as a father, Tom.
If I'm seen to be living
clean and monklike,
it might just help sway things.
So?
You want me to move out?
Just until the hearing.
After that, you'll
move straight back in.
I have to keep these
people on my side, don't I?
Yeah.
Absolutely.
Of course you must.
We don't want to upset anybody.
It-- it won't be for long.
We'll work something out.
We'll find a way.
Oh, how?
What do you want me to
do, sneak in after dark?
We've done all that.
Don't piss about, Martyn.
Who do you think is
going to be fooled?
Christ.
You saw what that
animal did do him.
Yes, I saw.
Will tonight be soon enough?
Remind me, what's the story?
I want to get it straight.
What was it?
A temporary aberration?
One night you strayed
into a gay club,
and mistook a blowjob
for the real thing?
All that shit's yours.
I'm not some casual pick up.
What?
No, fuck off, Martyn.
Just hear me out, Hannah.
Two minutes, please.
Go on, then.
When we were together, I
was good father, wasn't I?
Yes or no?
Then why won't you believe me?
Why would I suddenly
go for custody?
I mean, out of the blue?
It makes no sense!
You know, the night
when you told me--
And I remember, I couldn't
stop looking at your hands.
Don't know why.
Wasn't your eyes,
or your face, but--
your hands.
So dependable.
It doesn't have
to be this way.
The hearing.
Any of it.
If you want to go on seeing
him, I can't stop you.
Just get him to move
out of the house.
Get him away from our son.
There's worse things
than being alone, Hannah.
Your two minutes are up.
MAN: Easy.
Easy, easy.
Set it down here.
MAN: Evening, boys.
Sleep tight.
- Tight.
Nice work, Chewie.
MAN: Han--
There are two Stormtroopers
guarding the ramp.
MAN: Hey!
You guys down there.
Could you give us a
hand for a minute?
Our reciprocator's stuck
on the ipto refraction.
MAN: What's the problem?
MAN: Hey!
Look out!
HANNAH: I'll be
back around 9:00.
FRANK: Okie dokie.
HANNAH: Bye, Ollie!
I'll see you later.
Bye!
MAN: What now?
MAN: In order to
escape, we'll have
to eliminate the tractor beam.
MAN: There's gotta be a
control office here on the--
we'll have to get at it.
MAN: A stormtrooper's armor.
You won't be recognized in it.
MAN: What?
MAN: You might--
MAN: I've got a very
bad feeling about this.
Oh--
FRANK: Oliver?
Tea.
Ollie?
Come here.
What's this?
Hm?
Hm?
Look at it.
It's scratched the hell, Ollie.
Look at it.
Huh?
I mean, look.
If you want to chop something,
Ollie, use a chopping board.
It could be so simple, Ollie.
I mean, that's what gets me.
Because-- stop
chewing that, Ollie.
You look like a retard.
I said--
Ow!
Shit.
[car horn]
FRANK: Come on.
I shouldn't have to show
you how to do this, Ollie.
You're a big boy.
Come on, scrub.
Scrub into the wood.
That's right.
Use your strength, Ollie.
Push it!
Push it into-- push
it into the wood!
What are you doing to him?
Get away from him!
Get out!
Get out!
Get out!
Get out!
Get out of here!
Why didn't you
say anything, eh?
Why didn't you tell me?
I thought you liked him.
I don't want you here.
We can't leave it
like this, Hannah.
Just go, Frank.
Leave us alone.
You know why he
didn't say anything?
To me?
Because I was happy.
We still could be.
Just go, will you?
You don't know what it's like.
Trying to get love from a
child who won't give it to you.
I mean, everything I do, every--
little thing, he just--
it's only his father he wants.
You've had nine years
to get to know him.
I've never been
around kids, Hannah.
Tell me how to reach him.
Because I don't know, Hannah.
And I need you to help me.
To show me.
I want to love him.
He'll never forgive you
for what you've done to him.
Neither of us will.
My father used to slap me.
It wasn't a big deal.
It made me respect him.
Respect?
Jesus.
- Hannah, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I went too far.
Maybe I-- I was too hard on him.
So that's it, then?
Yes.
I can't believe that I've
got it so wrong again.
You're not to blame
for any of this.
You're a lovely woman.
Oh, stop it.
Stop it.
Stop.
You don't know
what you've given me.
I didn't know--
before I met you--
you know, love, and--
You showed me that, Hannah.
You.
I love-- I love you.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, god.
[moaning]
[muffled voices on radio]
[sigh]
[muffled voices on radio]
MAN ON RADIO: And I'd say
the traffic I've been in--
[muffled voices on radio]
Morning, Oz boz.
Hey, Ollie.
You gonna have something to eat?
I'm not hungry.
MAN ON RADIO: GWRFM,
103, on the way,
details on how to win 5,000--
Ol?
Come straight home.
Oliver!
It's something for break.
It'll never happen again.
And you're sure this is wise?
No contact, and all that.
You're OK?
Stupid question.
I want you both.
But I'm afraid I'll toss
it up, and lose you both.
[bells ringing]
Martyn?
Sit down.
[whispering]
Right.
[whispering]
Oliver Stephen Wyatt?
Hello, Oliver.
So, what-- what happens now?
I'm just taking him
for a little chat, OK?
Oliver, I'm Sally, a
court welfare officer.
I'd just like to ask you
a few questions, really.
Work out what's best for you.
OK?
Have a go at that one.
Is that the hand that got hurt?
How is it now?
OK.
So, what happened?
Do you know what a
residence order is, Oliver?
It means after a
divorce, a court
decides which parent the
child should live with.
I know that.
Well, your dad wants
the order changed.
So you can go and live with him.
I need to know how
you feel about that.
Are you happy living
with your mom?
Has anything happened
to make you unhappy?
Is there anything you
want to tell me about?
Oliver?
Mrs. Hannah Wyatt?
And Dr. Martyn David Wyatt.
Come on!
Right.
[shouting]
She won.
It goes up to the high court.
The judge felt there were
some unresolved issues
relating to the boy's injuries
which needed clarifying.
Well, at least it's not over.
I can look forward to
an army of social workers
going through my dirty laundry.
And Hannah's, too?
Hey, Tom!
We wait?
Yeah.
Back on!
Yeah!
Are you looking for somebody?
Oh, yes.
I'm looking for my
son, Oliver Wyatt.
Dad!
Oh.
Come here.
I need to talk to
you for a minute.
Come on.
Get in.
You OK, Dad?
Where are we going?
I can't go now.
It's biology.
We're doing frogs.
Did you tell him
about him, Ollie?
At the court.
They didn't ask.
You have to tell them
without them asking, Ollie.
It's a legal thing.
It's how things work.
You've got to tell
them it's Frank!
It'll be all right now.
Mom said it would.
When did she say that?
[bell ringing]
Ollie?
Has she known all along?
I gotta go now.
Martyn?
I need to get some of my stuff.
She knew.
Hannah knew all along.
Ollie told me.
You know what I was
going to do today?
I was going to
run away and hide.
Take him away.
God knows where.
The two of us, like a
couple of criminals.
All the time.
Hannah, that-- right
out in the open.
How could she do that to him?
How could she?
I'm glad you didn't.
You know, run away.
Will you stay?
You think about
him a lot, don't you?
Your dad.
Sometimes.
And you think you want to
live with him, don't you?
Do you ever think about
how they'd do it, Oliver?
In bed, I mean.
Have you ever seen dogs do it?
Or monkeys in the zoo?
You know-- up the--
Well, that's the way they do it.
It's not normal, Oliver.
Two men doing that
in bed together.
It-- it's not normal.
That's why we want
you here, with us.
And I don't want you worrying
about all that stuff they say
about it being in
your genes, and then
it can get passed down to you.
Because it won't.
That's-- that's crap.
Men like your father--
well, they choose
to be that way.
You understand?
You see, me and your mom
just want you to be normal.
MAN: Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
[humming]
[buzzer]
Yes?
Come right up.
Welfare officer.
High court.
I know it's a Saturday,
but I was just passing.
On the off chance.
Right.
Right.
So, you, uh--
- Take a look around?
- Oh, fine.
Fine.
Right.
This is the kitchen.
Living room.
A bit untidy, sorry.
Just the one bath.
And this is--
This would be Ollie's room.
This is Tom.
Hi.
Your room?
Right.
Right.
It's-- it's a bit of a mess.
Right.
[music playing]
Mind your backs, you'll
be quite safe with me.
Thank you.
SINGER: No way!
No way!
Stand by me!
No way!
Stand by me!
Hey, baby!
Stand by me!
Stand by me!
No!
Not at all!
Stand by me!
No!
No way!
No way!
Stand by me!
Stand by me!
Not at all!
Not at all!
Stand by me!
Stand by me!
No way!
"Dudley v. Maxwell," 1993.
Two lesbians got custody
of a six-year-old girl
here in this town.
Hi.
Hi.
[phone ringing]
They're always more
sympathetic to mothers.
A couple of unemployed
dykes took them on and won.
You are a white, middle class
doctor, for Christ's sake.
The law was made
for people like you.
Maybe.
Jesus Christ, Martyn.
[car horn]
Hey.
Are you OK?
Tell them, Ollie.
Tell them about Frank.
Tell them everything.
All of it.
Don't be frightened.
What if they don't believe me?
They'll believe you.
They will.
I'll be outside
the school gates,
waiting to take
you home with me.
All right?
Oi!
Ollie!
Bye.
Dr. Wyatt, you are a
practicing homosexual,
and you live with
your male lover?
Yes or no?
Yes.
Were you aware you
were homosexual when you
first got married, Dr. Wyatt?
I was are of certain feelings.
You mean feeling that you
were attracted to other men?
Yes.
And, uh, during
your marriage, were
you able to conduct a
normal, heterosexual sex
life with your wife?
No.
Not at all, or-- or--
Barely.
But in spite of that, you and
your wife conceived a child.
We very much wanted a child.
So you did manage to have
sex with her to serve that end?
I hoped it would turn
things around for us.
And did it?
Did things improve
sexually with your life
after the birth of your son?
No.
No.
So, eventually you
sought solace elsewhere.
Did you not?
Mr. Dixon-- where did you
meet Mr. Dixon, Dr. Wyatt?
In a pub.
A gay pub?
A pub for homosexuals?
Yes.
Did you often go to gay
pubs while you were married?
I went a couple of times
before that, some months
before.
Did you meet any men
on those occasions?
No.
But presumably you
went to a gay pub
to seek sexual contact
with another man?
I went to see what I'd feel.
And when you met Mr.
Dixon, what did you feel?
I was drawn to him.
Sexually drawn to him?
Yes.
When did you consummate
the relationship?
Milord, all this
happened a long time ago.
Where's it leading us?
Sexual orientation
and background, Milord.
Dr. Wyatt wants his young
son to live with him.
It must surely be relevant.
All right.
Go on, Mr. Walters.
Thank you.
When did you consummate
your relationship
with Mr. Dickson, Dr. Wyatt?
The night you met?
Yes.
Where did you do it?
His flat?
A hotel?
In the back of my car.
And then you
returned to your wife?
Yes.
You now live with Mr.
Dickson, do you not?
Yes.
You share the same bed?
Yes.
If your son comes
to live with you,
will you continue
to share a bed?
Yes.
Even though, I
understand, your son
will be sleeping only a few
feet away, in the next room?
Yes.
Thank you, Dr. Wyatt.
Mr. Dickson, you met Dr.
Wyatt in a gay pub, I believe?
Yes.
Is that where
homosexuals usually meet?
Gay pubs, and gay clubs?
We meet in the same kind
of places heterosexuals meet.
To make sexual contact?
Are you still a member
of any gay clubs?
I'm a life member.
I'm asking if you still go
to gay clubs, Mr. Dickson.
- Not anymore, no.
- No.
And why is that?
Because I'm in a relationship.
So you do regard such
venues as places primarily
for, uh, sexual contact.
Would you describe
your relationship
with Dr. Wyatt as monogamous?
Yes.
Isn't it a fact that most
homosexual relationships
are not monogamous?
Well, some are, some aren't.
But the male libido does
rather militate against it,
does it not?
isn't that why so many
gays are so sexually
active with different partners?
I can only speak for
my own relationship.
When you first
met Dr. Wyatt, were
you in a relationship then?
Yes.
Would you also describe that
as a monogamous relationship?
Until then, yes.
You mean until you had
sex with a man you'd just
met in the back of his car?
You see, the question I'm
trying to get at, Mr. Dickson,
is whether you can
be entrusted, if only
in part, with the
upbringing of a young child.
Yeah, well, I'll put
him in a frock, won't I?
That's what we perverts do.
I'm not ashamed of being
gay, any more than you
for being heterosexual.
Assuming you are.
He boxed me in, Martyn.
You saw him.
Yes, you were great, Tom.
All eyes on you.
Quite the courageous
little queen, weren't you?
What do you really
want out of this, Tom?
What's this all about, Martyn?
I'm not the fucking enemy here.
Martyn!
Mrs. Wyatt, when
Dr. Wyatt told you
of his sexual preferences,
how did you feel?
Betrayed?
Hurt?
Demeaned?
If a woman's husband
leaves her for her man,
she would feel demeaned.
Sexually.
And I can imagine how
she'd want to quickly seek
sexual confidence in
another relationship.
And I can see how these needs--
these very natural needs--
could blind trust to the
true nature of her new lover.
No.
That's not the case.
You often work in the
evening, don't you, Mrs. Wyatt?
Yes.
Who looks after Oliver
when you're at work?
Frank does.
Mr. Donally.
Mr. Donally?
Isn't it a fact that every
time your son was injured
was when you were at work?
Yes.
How do you explain that?
I have to work evenings--
Have you ever seen
Mr. Donally hit Oliver?
No.
Never once?
Not even a smack?
He must be a saint.
He might have, um--
smacked him once.
Smacked him?
Or hit him?
Smacked him.
Did Oliver cry?
Would you answer my
question, please, Mrs. Wyatt?
Did he cry?
Does he cry easily?
So it was, in fact,
more of a blow?
No, it was a smack.
You are very close
to Oliver, yes?
Yes.
Yes, I am.
Yes.
I thought so.
A strong mother-son bond.
Yes.
So you probably
know when he's lying.
Yes?
Yes.
As his mother, are you
totally convinced by his story
of how his hand got broken?
Are you, Mrs. Wyatt?
Yes.
I believed what Oliver told me.
You see, a question
occurs to me, Mrs. Wyatt.
What concerns you more--
the prospect of another
failed relationship,
or your son's welfare?
[dog barking]
What do you make of
Oliver, Mr. Donally?
He's a nice boy.
In spite of everything
that's happened?
You're jolly generous.
So we can assume,
therefore, that you're
concerned about his welfare?
Absolutely.
Yes, I am.
This attack on Oliver--
the one which allegedly
happened on the common--
near your home-- did you
ever try and find out
who the culprits were?
Oliver said that, um--
he didn't know
who the boys were.
Did you get in
touch with the police?
No.
In other words, you let it go?
What are your feelings
towards Dr. Wyatt?
The fact he's homosexual?
I'm sorry?
You don't find
the idea repulsive?
Well, it's not my
idea of a good time.
No.
But you don't
feel any animosity
towards the boy because
of his father's sexuality?
No, why should I?
Sins of the
father, and so forth.
Please.
Tell me, Mr. Donally--
do you think a child
should ever be struck?
No.
Have you struck Oliver?
Struck?
No.
Are you quite sure?
I said no.
Did your father ever
hit or strike you?
When I played him up, yes.
How often was that?
I loved my father.
That's not what I asked.
No, um-- when I deserved it.
Children need boundaries.
Limits.
And if they break them?
Well, you don't reward a
child for bad behavior, do you?
He hits me.
Mhm?
Where?
On my head.
He hit me on my hand once.
That's not what you said when
it happened, though, is it?
You said it was an accident.
Something about a car door.
Was that a fib, about the car?
Does your mother
know that it was
Mr. Donally who hurt your hand?
Who suggested that you all
come to court to sort this out?
My dad.
And what did your dad say?
He said to say that
Frank was doing it.
And?
And then I could
come live with him.
Is that what you want?
To live with your father.
So you want to stop
living with your mother?
No.
GIRL: Daddy!
Daddy!
Up you come.
[bell ringing]
Don't push.
Come on.
Changing quickly, now.
Changing quickly.
Kingsly bones.
[phone ringing]
TOM: Hello?
No.
No, he's not here.
Yeah.
Right.
I'll tell him.
Martyn, that was Hannah.
Oliver's missing.
He never came home
from school today.
Ollie!
Ollie!
Ollie!
Ollie?
[growling]
You little shit.
[screaming] Jesus!
Oliver!
Oliver!
Oliver!
Come here!
Ollie!
Get your fucking
hands off my son!
You son of a bitch!
Go!
You fucking bastard!
Oliver?
Oliver?
What--
Come on, you big bastard!
Get up!
Come on!
Come on!
[coughing]
Space.
Ollie?
Hi, Ol.
He's gone.
And I just wanted to say that--
you could come and see
me if you wanted to.
Cause I'd really like that.
Well, maybe you'll
think about it?
Cause, you know, um--
I do miss you.
I'll leave it up to you.
Hannah?
So, um-- you'll call me?
Yeah.
[MUSIC - THE BAND, "I SHALL BE
RELEASED"]
They say everything
can be replaced.
They say every
distance is not near.
So I remember every face, of
every man who's put me here.
I've seen my light come shining.
From the west, down to the east.
Any day, now, any way,
now, I shall be released.
They say every man
needs protection.
They say every man must fall.
So I swear I see my reflection
someplace high above this wall.
I see my light come shining.
From the west, down to the east.
Any day now, any way,
now, I shall be released.
They say every man
needs protection.
They say every man must fall.
So I swear I see my reflection
someplace high above this wall.
I see my light come shining.
From the west, down to the east.
Any day now, any way,
now, I shall be released.
Somewhere next to me,
in this lonely crowd,
there's a man who swears
he's not to blame.
All day long I hear
him cry so loud.
Calling out that
he's been framed.
I see my light come shining.
From the west, down to the east.
Any day, now, any way,
now, I shall be released.
Yeah, yeah.
Any day, now, any way,
now, I shall be released.
ANNOUNCER: That
was a clear shot.
Yes, it's such a clever
play of Brian Lowry.
He threatens to
come forward here,
and he's so quick to rock back.
We've got a challenge for him.
[engine starting]
[dog barking]
[heavy breathing]
[grunting]
[buzzer]
Come on.
Come on.
[heavy breathing] Come on.
Ollie?
Christ.
Hello there.
Hello.
So, what's been
happening to you?
Well, he's been
in a lot of pain.
I gave him 10
milligrams of Junifen.
I'm Martyn Wyatt.
I'm one of the GPs
at the west side.
Is he a patient?
No, he's my son.
Oliver.
Did he lose consciousness?
I don't think so.
We'll do some x-rays, eh?
WOMAN ON PHONE: Hello?
It's me.
WOMAN ON PHONE: Is he with you?
Yes.
WOMAN ON PHONE: Jesus,
where the hell are you?
I've been calling
around half the nei--
You've been engaged.
We're at the hospital.
Some kids roughed
him up in the common.
WOMAN ON PHONE: Oh my god.
Is he hurt?
Is he all right?
He's all right.
His face is a bit of a mess.
Looks worse than it is.
WOMAN ON PHONE:
I'll be right over.
No, no, no.
It's all right.
They're just checking him over.
Then I'll bring him home.
All right?
- How many?
- One.
You're sure?
Mm.
- Two.
- One.
Two.
One.
Two.
One.
What do you think, Tom?
I don't know.
He might live.
Yeah?
I think so.
Ollie, these kids
on the common--
did-- did you know them?
Were they from school?
The same ones as before?
It's Mom.
Oh, sweetheart.
You OK?
Does it hurt?
Oh, darling.
You know, we were so worried.
What were you doing out?
We were about to
call the police.
Vince and Jamie.
Vince and Jamie?
But why?
You know, when I left you
were doing your homework.
You just can't go out
at night like that.
You left him alone?
No, of course not.
Frank was there.
He said one minute you were
there, and the next you'd gone.
Hi.
Hi.
This-- this is my--
this is, uh-- Oliver's mother.
X-rays are fine.
As far as I can tell,
it's all superficial.
Just keep an eye on him.
Usual precautions.
Great.
You did good.
Come on.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Those patient files
I have lost night?
MAN: Whole table.
How far would you say it is to
the common from Hannah's house?
200 yards?
Three?
Maybe he thought he'd get
in trouble if he went home.
You know, if he'd slipped out
without asking permission.
Oh, come on.
You're his dad.
It's only natural he
should come to you.
Hey.
So, how are you, Tom?
Are you OK?
Yes, I am, thank you.
Yes.
Sorry.
Right.
See you later.
I'm back.
How's Ollie?
He's fine.
He's had some breakfast,
and dozed off again.
I don't want to go into work.
Do you think I should
call them and say--
No.
You go in, and I'll take
[inaudible] after him
if he's getting
better, all right?
OK.
All right.
I'll be back by seven.
All right.
[dog barking]
Oh, hello.
Oh, hi.
Are you Jamie Hunt's mother?
Yeah.
I'm Martyn Wyatt,
Oliver's father.
From across the way.
Um-- he got in some trouble
on his way home last night,
and I was wondering,
if he comes over again,
could you call one of us, so
we can see he gets home OK?
Well, yes, of course.
But he wasn't here last night.
We haven't seen him for ages.
Not since he started
that new school.
Sorry.
[applause on television]
Ollie?
Ollie?
Oliver?
Oliver?
Oliver?
What are you doing?
Hey, I don't suppose you'd fancy
stopping off somewhere, eh?
Get some ice cream.
Thanks.
I was always wanting
my dad to take me to work
with him when I was a kid.
He was a salesman.
Always off on their
own somewhere.
My mother wouldn't hear of that.
Well, you know moms.
Fuss, fuss, fuss, eh?
Oh, Ollie.
[shouting]
Oliver, put those on.
You see?
You're that one
cool dude, Ollie.
Yeah, go on.
She's yours.
Boys?
This is Oliver.
Oliver, this is the boys.
Blimey.
What happened to the
other bloke, then, eh?
Inspector's been over.
Got a snag list as
long as your arm.
Shit.
Listen, Ollie, it's
gonna take some time,
so why don't you run over
there and have a play?
And if anyone asks, Ollie,
you're with me, right?
What's up?
Yeah, then.
Yeah.
Come on, fellows.
1, 2, 3.
[whispering]
Mom?
Honestly.
As if I haven't seen it
a hundred times before.
Out you get.
So, did you have
good day with Frank?
Can I go to school tomorrow?
Are you up to it, hey?
What about these bruises?
It's fine.
Listen, my love, your
father came to see me today.
And he said he didn't go
and see Jamie last night.
Hm?
What were you doing, eh?
Where were you?
Was it that you were
out on your bike again?
Was it?
Darling, you mustn't do it.
Honestly.
You know, if you do
it one more time,
that bike will have to go.
I'm not kidding.
Listen, terrible things
can happen to a child.
Things that you can't even--
you know, when you go running
to your dad like that,
it's as if you don't trust me.
Hm?
I'm sorry.
Darling.
Just don't do it again, OK?
[children shouting]
Yeah.
You're telling me--
[children shouting]
[children singing]
(SINGING) All day
long I hear you--
Calling out that
he's been framed.
Yeah.
I see my light come shining
from the west, out to the east.
Any day, now-- any day,
now, I shall be released.
I'll see you when you do.
All right.
Bye, then.
Bye.
See you later.
Oh, god.
Sorry, Tom.
Oh, what?
What, what, what?
What is it this time?
Who died?
Which member of the family dead?
We all dead?
Your whole family's dead?
Everybody's dead?
Get a watch.
Yeah, get a life.
[laughter]
[phone ringing]
Hannah Wyatt.
MAN ON PHONE: It's me.
Uh, he was out on
his bike, and some kids
tried to steal it.
What was all that
stuff about Jamie?
Oh, he's not allowed out
on his bike after dark,
and he knows it.
It's really not
that complicated.
Can I talk to him?
He's back at school.
No?
Just-- get off my back.
Right.
How are you?
Your eye looks much better.
I thought I'd give
you a lift home.
Great.
Yeah.
Yeah?
All right.
MALE SPEAKER (VOICEOVER):
If they fail, if they die,
the galaxy will come permanently
under the yoke of the empire.
[star wars theme]
[oliver humming]
Star Wars, episode 10.
Wow, that one's brilliant.
You know, this thing, Ollie,
about going out on your bike--
You know you never
have to lie to me?
You can tell me anything.
You do know that?
I'd better get back now.
[dog barking]
[car horn]
[inaudible]?
Ah!
[laughter]
Hey, don't forget
to do your chores.
Now we've got a bit
of a minervois here,
which is actually
meant to be eaten
with, uh, stews and
casseroles, but I
think we're probably all right.
- You're all right with that?
Yeah.
I think-- scrape it first.
Have those knives
around the right way.
Rubbish, then you're done.
[laughter]
[music playing]
You should try and
get some sleep, eh?
You've got work in the morning.
Kids lie, don't they?
Yeah, 90% of the time.
But I've stopped now.
Honest.
Look, it's just a phase.
All kids have secrets.
It's no big deal.
Martyn--
[moaning]
[moaning]
[laughter]
You keep on pushing
it, don't you, Ollie?
Hm?
You know the rules.
On your mark.
There's a right way, and a
wrong way of doing everything.
Here, Ollie.
If you drink from
the carton, you're
going to spread germs, Ollie.
Sorry.
It's all right.
It's always the same with you,
though, isn't it, Ollie, eh?
I'm sorry?
You bring it on yourself, Ollie.
You really do.
[clattering]
Ollie!
Come here!
Here!
I go out of my way--
out of my way to do
right by you, don't I?
Don't I?
Now, all I ask in return
is that you behave
like a civilized
human being, and you
follow a few ground rules.
Now, is that too much to ask?
is it?
- I'm sorry.
- Say it, Ollie.
Come on!
Say it.
What must you learn?
What?
To control-- exceptions.
Excesses, Ollie.
excesses.
Excessive.
Of my nature.
And behave.
Good boy, Ollie.
OK.
Again.
I must learn to control--
[doorbell] Stay there.
Sorry to disturb you.
I'm part of a scheme for the
unemployed, to help ourselves,
and I was wondering
if you wanted to buy--
Piss off.
Wanker.
Ollie?
Ollie?
Ollie?
Hello!
Something smells good.
I curried.
That thing from last night.
You and your curries.
Where's Oliver?
Upstairs.
Ah!
Love me?
Sound asleep.
Yes, he turned up for his
operation at nine yesterday
morning, as requested,
and got sent home again.
Don't put me on ho--
sorry.
[buzzer] Yep?
WOMAN: A Mr. Bugler
on line two, doctor.
From your son's school.
In your English
Treasury, page 43.
Page 43.
I'm Dr. Wyatt, Ollie's father.
He's got a very nasty hand.
Has he?
Well--
Ah.
Dr. Wyatt.
What happened?
Well, it didn't happen here.
His classmates say he came to
school with it this morning.
Can you give us a minute?
Certainly.
Let's have a look, hm?
Can you squeeze my finger?
[gasping]
What's going on, Ollie?
Tell me son, please.
Whatever it is.
Nothing will happen to you.
I promise.
No one will hurt you.
Are you frightened?
You mustn't be frightened.
Shut it in the car door.
Mom's car?
Whose car?
Frank's?
The old car.
The old car on the common.
[MUSIC - BOB DYLAN, "THE MIGHTY
QUINN"]
(SINGING) Hey, everybody
sitting around 'neath the tree.
When Quinn the Eskimo
gets here, all the
pigeons gonna go to him.
Come on without.
Oh, come on within.
We'll not--
[phone ringing]
[humming]
Yep?
WOMAN ON PHONE: I wanted
to speak to Martyn.
He's at work.
WOMAN ON PHONE:
Well, where's Oliver?
Isn't he with you?
I just rang the school.
Apparently Martyn picked him up.
Please tell him he is
outside his access agreement,
and I want Oliver home now.
What are you thinking?
I have to be sure.
It couldn't have been
a car door, could it?
Yeah, I don't think so.
Fractures are at
different levels,
and the skin isn't broken.
Another child
couldn't have done it?
Not without a weapon.
Or a brick.
No, I think the
hand's been crushed.
And whoever did it
is pretty strong.
Right.
Hello there, Ollie.
Well, what have
even up to today?
Hitting the walls again?
I've been trying to page you.
Hannah called.
Yeah, she was concerned about
this chap's whereabouts.
Been here, haven't you?
Hello, Martyn.
Can you spare a minute?
Well, I was just going to--
Just a minute, please?
It's this guy my
wife's living with.
I don't know why I didn't
think of it before.
Well, you you prove it?
I've got the x-rays,
and a medical report.
And his hand was crushed.
Three bones broken.
That doesn't mean
that your wife's, uh--
what's he called?
- Donally.
Frank Donally.
Yeah, that Donally did this.
It's him, Roy.
Well, what about Oliver?
Can he confirm this?
He's too terrified
to say anything.
What about your wife?
She don't know about him.
Then you have no witnesses.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to get
him out of that house.
Tonight.
That's just not possible.
We need an injunction.
There's no judge that's going to
give me that without any proof.
I've already
spoken to the police.
Well, then, they'll
investigate it.
But not tonight?
I'm not taking him
back there, Roy.
You may have to, if you
want to stay within the law.
He's being beaten!
Your wife has custody?
Yes.
Well, then, we can make
an urgent appeal to have
the terms of that reconsidered.
There may be something there.
But it's going to take a week.
At least.
Now, remind me, the
access agreement's what?
Reasonable access.
No overnight stays.
Then you'll have
to stick to it.
You breach the present
order, your wife
will throw the book at you.
So will the judge.
And don't talk to
Oliver about this.
The court will say that
you've been pressurizing him.
Leading him into it.
And for the moment, say
nothing to your wife.
This Donally fellow-- who is he?
Was he married?
Has he got kids?
I don't know.
He's-- he's single.
He-- spent some time
in Saudi working.
That's all I know.
It's OK, Dad.
Honest.
Ollie.
Call us.
Any time.
Go on.
Fuck this.
Did he tell you the latest?
Crap about shutting
his hand in a car door.
Let's go inside, Oliver.
Where are you going?
Hannah!
Don't walk away.
Hannah!
So, what happened?
Ask Frank.
What?
We've been swallowing
all this crap.
Kids in the common going
at him, his bike-- it's
been happening here, Hannah.
Right here, in this house.
He did it!
HANNAH: You are mad.
You are completely--
He broke his
fucking hand, Hannah.
He crushed it!
Oh, he said he did?
Did Oliver say it?
Oliver's terrified!
And look at him.
He's your son.
Oh, god.
Don't-- no, don't tell me
how to look after my own son.
I don't know what that
animal does for you,
but either he gets
out of this house,
or I'm going for custody!
You'll never get
him away from me.
Who would listen to you?
No one's going to
take away my son
and hand him over to
a couple of faggots.
Oh, beautiful.
Sweet.
You're jealous.
That's what it is.
You're jealous of Fred because
he's normal, and he's decent,
and he just wants
Oliver to be the same.
By beating him to a pulp?
Every time he has been
hurt, he has been with you.
Do you think that
hasn't crossed my mind?
And I'll say that.
I will say it--
You know me better than that.
I don't know you.
I have no idea who you are.
Get out.
Get out of my house!
I've spoken with the police.
I mean, it's unbelievable.
I mean, out of the blue he's
decided to go for custody.
You know, suppose he has
gone to the police, or--
I think that him and Tom have
just cooked this up, and--
they want to--
You know every single
time-- every single time he--
He must know who
these kids are.
I mean, I just wish
he'd talk to me.
It's just that--
I just don't know what's going.
We've got to go to
the police, because--
- Hannah.
- What if he does say these--
Hannah.
Hannah, you're
forgetting something.
You're forgetting something.
You're forgetting who he is.
OK?
I mean, he's hysterical.
He's just a jealous
little queen.
I mean, let him
say what he likes.
Who's gonna believe him, eh?
[radio chatter]
HANNAH: That's
really stupid, but I
promise you I didn't know.
Well, because he was--
Well, did Oliver take one?
I can't seem to get
him to talk about it.
Yes.
Martyn made a point
of telling him so.
He was the one that
had been rejected.
Ollie?
Ollie, darling,
Sgt. Curtis has come
to have a little chat with us.
Hello, Oliver.
Why don't you go
up to your room?
Um-- why don't you
show her your fish?
OK?
[chopping]
Hi.
There's someone from
the child protection
bureau upstairs with Oliver.
SGT. CURTIS: OK, Oliver.
Bye.
Nice to have met you.
So, this is Frank.
Frank, this is Sgt. Curtis.
- Ah, yes.
[inaudible]
You managed to have a
talk with Oliver, then?
We had a little chat, yeah.
Good.
I-- I mean, if there's anything
we can do, you let us know.
I mean, come to see you.
Whatever.
Thanks, Mr. Donally.
Thanks for the tea, Mrs. Wyatt.
My pleasure.
Um, so, what happens now?
Well, we'll have to talk
to all of the parties.
Go by Oliver's school.
Set up a case meeting.
- OK.
- We'll be in touch.
- Thank you.
OK.
Yeah.
We'll catch you later, the.
- Yeah.
Give us a call.
Yeah?
Soon.
- Yeah.
Will do.
The child protection
people came today.
I may have to prove my
fitness as a father, Tom.
If I'm seen to be living
clean and monklike,
it might just help sway things.
So?
You want me to move out?
Just until the hearing.
After that, you'll
move straight back in.
I have to keep these
people on my side, don't I?
Yeah.
Absolutely.
Of course you must.
We don't want to upset anybody.
It-- it won't be for long.
We'll work something out.
We'll find a way.
Oh, how?
What do you want me to
do, sneak in after dark?
We've done all that.
Don't piss about, Martyn.
Who do you think is
going to be fooled?
Christ.
You saw what that
animal did do him.
Yes, I saw.
Will tonight be soon enough?
Remind me, what's the story?
I want to get it straight.
What was it?
A temporary aberration?
One night you strayed
into a gay club,
and mistook a blowjob
for the real thing?
All that shit's yours.
I'm not some casual pick up.
What?
No, fuck off, Martyn.
Just hear me out, Hannah.
Two minutes, please.
Go on, then.
When we were together, I
was good father, wasn't I?
Yes or no?
Then why won't you believe me?
Why would I suddenly
go for custody?
I mean, out of the blue?
It makes no sense!
You know, the night
when you told me--
And I remember, I couldn't
stop looking at your hands.
Don't know why.
Wasn't your eyes,
or your face, but--
your hands.
So dependable.
It doesn't have
to be this way.
The hearing.
Any of it.
If you want to go on seeing
him, I can't stop you.
Just get him to move
out of the house.
Get him away from our son.
There's worse things
than being alone, Hannah.
Your two minutes are up.
MAN: Easy.
Easy, easy.
Set it down here.
MAN: Evening, boys.
Sleep tight.
- Tight.
Nice work, Chewie.
MAN: Han--
There are two Stormtroopers
guarding the ramp.
MAN: Hey!
You guys down there.
Could you give us a
hand for a minute?
Our reciprocator's stuck
on the ipto refraction.
MAN: What's the problem?
MAN: Hey!
Look out!
HANNAH: I'll be
back around 9:00.
FRANK: Okie dokie.
HANNAH: Bye, Ollie!
I'll see you later.
Bye!
MAN: What now?
MAN: In order to
escape, we'll have
to eliminate the tractor beam.
MAN: There's gotta be a
control office here on the--
we'll have to get at it.
MAN: A stormtrooper's armor.
You won't be recognized in it.
MAN: What?
MAN: You might--
MAN: I've got a very
bad feeling about this.
Oh--
FRANK: Oliver?
Tea.
Ollie?
Come here.
What's this?
Hm?
Hm?
Look at it.
It's scratched the hell, Ollie.
Look at it.
Huh?
I mean, look.
If you want to chop something,
Ollie, use a chopping board.
It could be so simple, Ollie.
I mean, that's what gets me.
Because-- stop
chewing that, Ollie.
You look like a retard.
I said--
Ow!
Shit.
[car horn]
FRANK: Come on.
I shouldn't have to show
you how to do this, Ollie.
You're a big boy.
Come on, scrub.
Scrub into the wood.
That's right.
Use your strength, Ollie.
Push it!
Push it into-- push
it into the wood!
What are you doing to him?
Get away from him!
Get out!
Get out!
Get out!
Get out!
Get out of here!
Why didn't you
say anything, eh?
Why didn't you tell me?
I thought you liked him.
I don't want you here.
We can't leave it
like this, Hannah.
Just go, Frank.
Leave us alone.
You know why he
didn't say anything?
To me?
Because I was happy.
We still could be.
Just go, will you?
You don't know what it's like.
Trying to get love from a
child who won't give it to you.
I mean, everything I do, every--
little thing, he just--
it's only his father he wants.
You've had nine years
to get to know him.
I've never been
around kids, Hannah.
Tell me how to reach him.
Because I don't know, Hannah.
And I need you to help me.
To show me.
I want to love him.
He'll never forgive you
for what you've done to him.
Neither of us will.
My father used to slap me.
It wasn't a big deal.
It made me respect him.
Respect?
Jesus.
- Hannah, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I went too far.
Maybe I-- I was too hard on him.
So that's it, then?
Yes.
I can't believe that I've
got it so wrong again.
You're not to blame
for any of this.
You're a lovely woman.
Oh, stop it.
Stop it.
Stop.
You don't know
what you've given me.
I didn't know--
before I met you--
you know, love, and--
You showed me that, Hannah.
You.
I love-- I love you.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, god.
[moaning]
[muffled voices on radio]
[sigh]
[muffled voices on radio]
MAN ON RADIO: And I'd say
the traffic I've been in--
[muffled voices on radio]
Morning, Oz boz.
Hey, Ollie.
You gonna have something to eat?
I'm not hungry.
MAN ON RADIO: GWRFM,
103, on the way,
details on how to win 5,000--
Ol?
Come straight home.
Oliver!
It's something for break.
It'll never happen again.
And you're sure this is wise?
No contact, and all that.
You're OK?
Stupid question.
I want you both.
But I'm afraid I'll toss
it up, and lose you both.
[bells ringing]
Martyn?
Sit down.
[whispering]
Right.
[whispering]
Oliver Stephen Wyatt?
Hello, Oliver.
So, what-- what happens now?
I'm just taking him
for a little chat, OK?
Oliver, I'm Sally, a
court welfare officer.
I'd just like to ask you
a few questions, really.
Work out what's best for you.
OK?
Have a go at that one.
Is that the hand that got hurt?
How is it now?
OK.
So, what happened?
Do you know what a
residence order is, Oliver?
It means after a
divorce, a court
decides which parent the
child should live with.
I know that.
Well, your dad wants
the order changed.
So you can go and live with him.
I need to know how
you feel about that.
Are you happy living
with your mom?
Has anything happened
to make you unhappy?
Is there anything you
want to tell me about?
Oliver?
Mrs. Hannah Wyatt?
And Dr. Martyn David Wyatt.
Come on!
Right.
[shouting]
She won.
It goes up to the high court.
The judge felt there were
some unresolved issues
relating to the boy's injuries
which needed clarifying.
Well, at least it's not over.
I can look forward to
an army of social workers
going through my dirty laundry.
And Hannah's, too?
Hey, Tom!
We wait?
Yeah.
Back on!
Yeah!
Are you looking for somebody?
Oh, yes.
I'm looking for my
son, Oliver Wyatt.
Dad!
Oh.
Come here.
I need to talk to
you for a minute.
Come on.
Get in.
You OK, Dad?
Where are we going?
I can't go now.
It's biology.
We're doing frogs.
Did you tell him
about him, Ollie?
At the court.
They didn't ask.
You have to tell them
without them asking, Ollie.
It's a legal thing.
It's how things work.
You've got to tell
them it's Frank!
It'll be all right now.
Mom said it would.
When did she say that?
[bell ringing]
Ollie?
Has she known all along?
I gotta go now.
Martyn?
I need to get some of my stuff.
She knew.
Hannah knew all along.
Ollie told me.
You know what I was
going to do today?
I was going to
run away and hide.
Take him away.
God knows where.
The two of us, like a
couple of criminals.
All the time.
Hannah, that-- right
out in the open.
How could she do that to him?
How could she?
I'm glad you didn't.
You know, run away.
Will you stay?
You think about
him a lot, don't you?
Your dad.
Sometimes.
And you think you want to
live with him, don't you?
Do you ever think about
how they'd do it, Oliver?
In bed, I mean.
Have you ever seen dogs do it?
Or monkeys in the zoo?
You know-- up the--
Well, that's the way they do it.
It's not normal, Oliver.
Two men doing that
in bed together.
It-- it's not normal.
That's why we want
you here, with us.
And I don't want you worrying
about all that stuff they say
about it being in
your genes, and then
it can get passed down to you.
Because it won't.
That's-- that's crap.
Men like your father--
well, they choose
to be that way.
You understand?
You see, me and your mom
just want you to be normal.
MAN: Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Go!
[humming]
[buzzer]
Yes?
Come right up.
Welfare officer.
High court.
I know it's a Saturday,
but I was just passing.
On the off chance.
Right.
Right.
So, you, uh--
- Take a look around?
- Oh, fine.
Fine.
Right.
This is the kitchen.
Living room.
A bit untidy, sorry.
Just the one bath.
And this is--
This would be Ollie's room.
This is Tom.
Hi.
Your room?
Right.
Right.
It's-- it's a bit of a mess.
Right.
[music playing]
Mind your backs, you'll
be quite safe with me.
Thank you.
SINGER: No way!
No way!
Stand by me!
No way!
Stand by me!
Hey, baby!
Stand by me!
Stand by me!
No!
Not at all!
Stand by me!
No!
No way!
No way!
Stand by me!
Stand by me!
Not at all!
Not at all!
Stand by me!
Stand by me!
No way!
"Dudley v. Maxwell," 1993.
Two lesbians got custody
of a six-year-old girl
here in this town.
Hi.
Hi.
[phone ringing]
They're always more
sympathetic to mothers.
A couple of unemployed
dykes took them on and won.
You are a white, middle class
doctor, for Christ's sake.
The law was made
for people like you.
Maybe.
Jesus Christ, Martyn.
[car horn]
Hey.
Are you OK?
Tell them, Ollie.
Tell them about Frank.
Tell them everything.
All of it.
Don't be frightened.
What if they don't believe me?
They'll believe you.
They will.
I'll be outside
the school gates,
waiting to take
you home with me.
All right?
Oi!
Ollie!
Bye.
Dr. Wyatt, you are a
practicing homosexual,
and you live with
your male lover?
Yes or no?
Yes.
Were you aware you
were homosexual when you
first got married, Dr. Wyatt?
I was are of certain feelings.
You mean feeling that you
were attracted to other men?
Yes.
And, uh, during
your marriage, were
you able to conduct a
normal, heterosexual sex
life with your wife?
No.
Not at all, or-- or--
Barely.
But in spite of that, you and
your wife conceived a child.
We very much wanted a child.
So you did manage to have
sex with her to serve that end?
I hoped it would turn
things around for us.
And did it?
Did things improve
sexually with your life
after the birth of your son?
No.
No.
So, eventually you
sought solace elsewhere.
Did you not?
Mr. Dixon-- where did you
meet Mr. Dixon, Dr. Wyatt?
In a pub.
A gay pub?
A pub for homosexuals?
Yes.
Did you often go to gay
pubs while you were married?
I went a couple of times
before that, some months
before.
Did you meet any men
on those occasions?
No.
But presumably you
went to a gay pub
to seek sexual contact
with another man?
I went to see what I'd feel.
And when you met Mr.
Dixon, what did you feel?
I was drawn to him.
Sexually drawn to him?
Yes.
When did you consummate
the relationship?
Milord, all this
happened a long time ago.
Where's it leading us?
Sexual orientation
and background, Milord.
Dr. Wyatt wants his young
son to live with him.
It must surely be relevant.
All right.
Go on, Mr. Walters.
Thank you.
When did you consummate
your relationship
with Mr. Dickson, Dr. Wyatt?
The night you met?
Yes.
Where did you do it?
His flat?
A hotel?
In the back of my car.
And then you
returned to your wife?
Yes.
You now live with Mr.
Dickson, do you not?
Yes.
You share the same bed?
Yes.
If your son comes
to live with you,
will you continue
to share a bed?
Yes.
Even though, I
understand, your son
will be sleeping only a few
feet away, in the next room?
Yes.
Thank you, Dr. Wyatt.
Mr. Dickson, you met Dr.
Wyatt in a gay pub, I believe?
Yes.
Is that where
homosexuals usually meet?
Gay pubs, and gay clubs?
We meet in the same kind
of places heterosexuals meet.
To make sexual contact?
Are you still a member
of any gay clubs?
I'm a life member.
I'm asking if you still go
to gay clubs, Mr. Dickson.
- Not anymore, no.
- No.
And why is that?
Because I'm in a relationship.
So you do regard such
venues as places primarily
for, uh, sexual contact.
Would you describe
your relationship
with Dr. Wyatt as monogamous?
Yes.
Isn't it a fact that most
homosexual relationships
are not monogamous?
Well, some are, some aren't.
But the male libido does
rather militate against it,
does it not?
isn't that why so many
gays are so sexually
active with different partners?
I can only speak for
my own relationship.
When you first
met Dr. Wyatt, were
you in a relationship then?
Yes.
Would you also describe that
as a monogamous relationship?
Until then, yes.
You mean until you had
sex with a man you'd just
met in the back of his car?
You see, the question I'm
trying to get at, Mr. Dickson,
is whether you can
be entrusted, if only
in part, with the
upbringing of a young child.
Yeah, well, I'll put
him in a frock, won't I?
That's what we perverts do.
I'm not ashamed of being
gay, any more than you
for being heterosexual.
Assuming you are.
He boxed me in, Martyn.
You saw him.
Yes, you were great, Tom.
All eyes on you.
Quite the courageous
little queen, weren't you?
What do you really
want out of this, Tom?
What's this all about, Martyn?
I'm not the fucking enemy here.
Martyn!
Mrs. Wyatt, when
Dr. Wyatt told you
of his sexual preferences,
how did you feel?
Betrayed?
Hurt?
Demeaned?
If a woman's husband
leaves her for her man,
she would feel demeaned.
Sexually.
And I can imagine how
she'd want to quickly seek
sexual confidence in
another relationship.
And I can see how these needs--
these very natural needs--
could blind trust to the
true nature of her new lover.
No.
That's not the case.
You often work in the
evening, don't you, Mrs. Wyatt?
Yes.
Who looks after Oliver
when you're at work?
Frank does.
Mr. Donally.
Mr. Donally?
Isn't it a fact that every
time your son was injured
was when you were at work?
Yes.
How do you explain that?
I have to work evenings--
Have you ever seen
Mr. Donally hit Oliver?
No.
Never once?
Not even a smack?
He must be a saint.
He might have, um--
smacked him once.
Smacked him?
Or hit him?
Smacked him.
Did Oliver cry?
Would you answer my
question, please, Mrs. Wyatt?
Did he cry?
Does he cry easily?
So it was, in fact,
more of a blow?
No, it was a smack.
You are very close
to Oliver, yes?
Yes.
Yes, I am.
Yes.
I thought so.
A strong mother-son bond.
Yes.
So you probably
know when he's lying.
Yes?
Yes.
As his mother, are you
totally convinced by his story
of how his hand got broken?
Are you, Mrs. Wyatt?
Yes.
I believed what Oliver told me.
You see, a question
occurs to me, Mrs. Wyatt.
What concerns you more--
the prospect of another
failed relationship,
or your son's welfare?
[dog barking]
What do you make of
Oliver, Mr. Donally?
He's a nice boy.
In spite of everything
that's happened?
You're jolly generous.
So we can assume,
therefore, that you're
concerned about his welfare?
Absolutely.
Yes, I am.
This attack on Oliver--
the one which allegedly
happened on the common--
near your home-- did you
ever try and find out
who the culprits were?
Oliver said that, um--
he didn't know
who the boys were.
Did you get in
touch with the police?
No.
In other words, you let it go?
What are your feelings
towards Dr. Wyatt?
The fact he's homosexual?
I'm sorry?
You don't find
the idea repulsive?
Well, it's not my
idea of a good time.
No.
But you don't
feel any animosity
towards the boy because
of his father's sexuality?
No, why should I?
Sins of the
father, and so forth.
Please.
Tell me, Mr. Donally--
do you think a child
should ever be struck?
No.
Have you struck Oliver?
Struck?
No.
Are you quite sure?
I said no.
Did your father ever
hit or strike you?
When I played him up, yes.
How often was that?
I loved my father.
That's not what I asked.
No, um-- when I deserved it.
Children need boundaries.
Limits.
And if they break them?
Well, you don't reward a
child for bad behavior, do you?
He hits me.
Mhm?
Where?
On my head.
He hit me on my hand once.
That's not what you said when
it happened, though, is it?
You said it was an accident.
Something about a car door.
Was that a fib, about the car?
Does your mother
know that it was
Mr. Donally who hurt your hand?
Who suggested that you all
come to court to sort this out?
My dad.
And what did your dad say?
He said to say that
Frank was doing it.
And?
And then I could
come live with him.
Is that what you want?
To live with your father.
So you want to stop
living with your mother?
No.
GIRL: Daddy!
Daddy!
Up you come.
[bell ringing]
Don't push.
Come on.
Changing quickly, now.
Changing quickly.
Kingsly bones.
[phone ringing]
TOM: Hello?
No.
No, he's not here.
Yeah.
Right.
I'll tell him.
Martyn, that was Hannah.
Oliver's missing.
He never came home
from school today.
Ollie!
Ollie!
Ollie!
Ollie?
[growling]
You little shit.
[screaming] Jesus!
Oliver!
Oliver!
Oliver!
Come here!
Ollie!
Get your fucking
hands off my son!
You son of a bitch!
Go!
You fucking bastard!
Oliver?
Oliver?
What--
Come on, you big bastard!
Get up!
Come on!
Come on!
[coughing]
Space.
Ollie?
Hi, Ol.
He's gone.
And I just wanted to say that--
you could come and see
me if you wanted to.
Cause I'd really like that.
Well, maybe you'll
think about it?
Cause, you know, um--
I do miss you.
I'll leave it up to you.
Hannah?
So, um-- you'll call me?
Yeah.
[MUSIC - THE BAND, "I SHALL BE
RELEASED"]
They say everything
can be replaced.
They say every
distance is not near.
So I remember every face, of
every man who's put me here.
I've seen my light come shining.
From the west, down to the east.
Any day, now, any way,
now, I shall be released.
They say every man
needs protection.
They say every man must fall.
So I swear I see my reflection
someplace high above this wall.
I see my light come shining.
From the west, down to the east.
Any day now, any way,
now, I shall be released.
They say every man
needs protection.
They say every man must fall.
So I swear I see my reflection
someplace high above this wall.
I see my light come shining.
From the west, down to the east.
Any day now, any way,
now, I shall be released.
Somewhere next to me,
in this lonely crowd,
there's a man who swears
he's not to blame.
All day long I hear
him cry so loud.
Calling out that
he's been framed.
I see my light come shining.
From the west, down to the east.
Any day, now, any way,
now, I shall be released.
Yeah, yeah.
Any day, now, any way,
now, I shall be released.