Secrets & Lies Page #5

- "take you, Darren...

- "to be my husband,

- "to be my husband...

- "to have and to hold...

- "to have and to hold...

- "from this day forward,

- "from this day forward...

- "for better or for worse,

- for better or for worse..."

For richer..."

Darren and Zoe have given

their consent...

and made their marriage vows

to each other.

They have declared their marriage

by joining of hands...

and by the giving

and receiving of rings.

I therefore proclaim...

that they are

husband and wife.

Ain't you seein' him

tonight then?

I'm havin' an early night.

- Keep me company?

- I've got a hangover.

You should stop in

more often.

You are lookin' after yourself with him,

ain't you, sweetheart?

- What you mean?

- You know, taking care.

I don't want to ask you

nothing personal, darling...

but are you taking the pill?

That is personal.

- Why don't you bring him 'round?

- Leave it out.

I'd like to meet him.

I wouldn't know him...

- if he stood up in me soup.

- Don't hold your breath.

You don't want to leave it up to him,

darling. Men are all the same.

- Mum!

- I hope he uses a what's-name...

- Condoms.

- Mind your own business.

They can leak.

You want to be careful.

You're jealous, ain't ya?

Where is he tonight anyway?

- I don't know.

- Most likely out giving somebody else one.

That's how I got caught with you...

runnin' out of the pill.

- You could have a coil fitted.

- Change the record!

Dr. Mulholland,

make an appointment.

- You'd suit the sponge.

- Keep your voice down!

I got a Dutch cap floatin' around

somewhere upstairs. You could have that.

Run it under the tap. A bit of

talcum powder. Where you goin'?

I don't have to listen to this!

Sweetheart!

Roxanne!

Sweetheart, darlin',

I'm only trying to help you.

- Leave me alone.

- I'm your mother.

- Get out of my room!

- It don't matter if you have a little baby.

- I'll look after it.

- I ain't gettin' pregnant!

- I'll give up me job.

- It's nothing to do with you!

Yes, it bloody is! I'm not havin' you

droppin' it at my door!

- Jesus Christ!

- I'm sorry, darling! I didn't mean...

Shut up!

You make me sick, you stupid b*tch!

- Hello?

- I'm sorry to trouble you...

but I'm trying to locate...

a Cynthia Purley.

Yes?

Is that Cynthia Purley?

- Yes.

- Cynthia Rose Purley?

- Yes.

- Of 76 Quilter Street?

Yes. What is it

you want, darlin'?

Hello?

Did you want Roxanne?

She's gone out.

- No.

- She ain't in any trouble, is she?

- No, it's about Elizabeth.

- Elizabeth? Elizabeth who?

Elizabeth Purley.

Oh, oh, she's dead.

- No, she isn't.

- She is, darlin'. I should know.

I should know.

Look, sweetheart, she's me mother.

She went in 1961.

No, I mean

baby Elizabeth Purley.

Baby Eliz...

Who is this?

She was born

on the 23rd of July, 1968.

At... Sorry about this.

At... Yeah.

At the Haven...

Wells Grange Avenue, Sutton, Surrey.

Look, I'm sorry. I know this

must be a shock to you.

L-Listen, darling,

what is it you want?

- I'm really sorry.

- You mustn't come 'round here, sweetheart.

- I didn't want to upset you.

- You mustn't do that.

And you mustn't

phone neither.

I just needed to know.

Yes, but you can't

come 'round here.

No one knows about you, see?

- Right.

- Promise me you won't

come 'round. Promise me.

Look, I've got your address. If I wanted

to come 'round, I'd have done it already.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I'm a little bit upset.

- Promise me you won't come 'round.

- All right, I promise.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Um...

Can I meet you somewhere?

No, I shouldn't

think so, darlin'.

See, I've got lots of, um... I've got

lots of questions I want to ask you.

Yeah, well, I gotta go now.

Please.

What's your name anyway, eh?

- Hortense.

- Hortense?

Yeah.

- Hortense what?

- Cumberbatch.

"Clumberbunch"?

That's a funny name, isn't it?

Yeah, I suppose it is.

You own a phone?

Yeah. Uh, do you want

to take my number down?

Oh, I don't think

I've got a pencil.

I'll wait.

I got one.

Uh, it's 0171...

Sorry... 6194840.

Yeah, ta-ta.

Hello? Hello?

Do you want to

meet me or not then?

- Oh, hello.

- Yes or no. It's up to you.

Oh, yeah.

Of course I want to meet you.

Well, then...

Are you sure about this?

- I mean, if you're not sure...

- Where do you want to meet me?

Well, where would

you like to meet?

I don't know, anywhere.

- Not here though.

- No, of course not.

Uh, what about

outside Holborn tube station?

Holborn.

When?

What are you doing

this Saturday coming?

Nothing. I'm never

bloody doing anything.

- Saturday then.

- What time?

- 7:
30?

- Half past 7:
00.

Now, listen, you mustn't phone me

here again. Do you understand me?

Otherwise I won't

come and meet ya.

Now, I'll see you on Saturday.

Hello?

Don't even know

what you look like.

- Hello, sweetheart.

- What's for tea?

- Got you a bit of steak. Little treat for ya.

- What for?

- Ain't you havin' none?

- I'll just fry meself an egg.

- Do you want a beer?

- We ain't got none.

- I got you some.

- Oh, did you?

- You going out?

- No, I'm stayin' in.

I'm gonna have

a few early nights...

I've decided.

- Excuse me.

- What is it, sweetheart?

Are you Cynthia?

- Yeah. How'd you know?

- Hello. I'm Hortense.

What you talking about?

Hortense Cumberbatch.

I spoke to you on the telephone.

- Well, that was you?

- Yeah.

Oh, no.

No, sweetheart.

No, darlin'. You been ringin'

the wrong person.

- Cynthia Purley.

- Where'd you get my name from anyway?

It's on my birth certificate.

What you talkin' about,

your birth certificate?

- It can't be.

- It's got your name and your address on it.

There.

No, that's all wrong, darlin'. They've made

a mistake down in the offices.

You want to get down there,

get that sorted.

- That's someone havin' a joke.

- I don't think so.

Let me have a look at that.

I'm ever so sorry, sweetheart.

That must be a bit

of a disappointment for you.

Look, I really think

you ought to see these documents.

Why, what is it?

Why don't we, uh, go somewhere

and have a sit-down?

No, I think

I better be going, darlin'.

Look, you've come

all this way. Please.

Let's... Let's go

and have a cup of tea or something.

There's places down there.

Come on.

I hope you find your mum,

sweetheart.

You keep lookin'.

Go on.

No, thanks.

I don't smoke.

Nor should ya.

My daughter smokes

like a chimney.

- You got a daughter?

- Yeah.

I ain't never

been in here before.

They shouldn't go raisin'

your hopes like that. It ain't fair.

Is this your signature?

This is stupid.

I don't understand it.

I mean, I can't be

your mother, can I?

- Why not?

- Well, look at me.

- What?

- Listen, I don't mean nothing by it, darlin'...

but I ain't never

been with a black man in my life.

No disrespect nor nothing.

I'd have remembered,

wouldn't I?

Oh, bloody hell.

Oh, Jesus Christ Almighty!

I'm sorry, sweetheart.

I'm so ashamed.

You shouldn't be ashamed.

I can't look at you.

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