Halifax f.p: Afraid of the Dark

Ray:
You know something Jane ? I haven't had a drink in seven years.

Ray:
Merry bloody Christmas.

Dr Jane Halifax:
I'm not afraid of dying, just dying before I've achieved what I want to achieve.

Marion Walters:
Where did that come from ?

Dr Jane Halifax:
It's something my father used to say.

Marion Walters:
Sounds like you disapproved of him for that.

Dr Jane Halifax:
You want me to say I hate him.

Marion Walters:
Do you ? Do you hate him Jane ?

Marion Walters:
Hmm ? Why ?

Dr Jane Halifax:
I hate him for his high expectations. For his so-called perfection. For his blindness to his faults. For not telling me the truth. For his secrets. For teaching me to believe in strength... and honesty... and love. And for leaving me.

John Halifax, Jane's Father:
Jane, it wasn't about you.

Dr Jane Halifax:
But I was the one who was left.

John Halifax, Jane's Father:
Oh darling, not everything has a neat explanation. Not everything one person does makes sense to everyone else. Awful things happen, that's all you can say, then... you have to leave it alone. I can't change the way I am. I'm sorry princess.

Marion Walters:
Picture one of these old-fashioned carpenters.

Dr Jane Halifax:
Umm, umm...

Marion Walters:
He's got all his tools, rubs them with oil, keeps them sharp, puts them away every day. Why does he do that ?

Dr Jane Halifax:
He's anal retentive.

Dr Jane Halifax:
Uh, he's looking after them.

Marion Walters:
Why ?

Dr Jane Halifax:
Because he needs them for his work.

Marion Walters:
What does that say about you ? You've forgiven yourself Jane. Why don't you forgive your father ?

Dr Jane Halifax:
Thanks.

Marion Walters:
For heaven's sake, it's only a job.

Marion Walters:
Take care of yourself.

Hamish:
Don't tell me? She knocked you back.

Ray:
Mate, she's a failed beautician with sagging prospects.

Dr Jane Halifax:
We're dealing with a man whose intelligence is considerably less than his age. Whose home is everything. And now his nest's been disturbed.

John Halifax, Jane's Father:
Now, pull it in against you. Not too tight. Lower your cheek. Come on Jane, it won't bite you. Look along the sights. Breathe in. And... squeeze.

John Halifax, Jane's Father:
Here, let me show you.

Dr Jane Halifax:
Choose a card, any card.