All language subtitles for One.Four.Three.2021.WEBRip.TbV

Thanks.

You sure you don't mind me
going to Paul's show tonight?

Course not.

Surprised he
invited me, if I'm honest.

Why do you think he did?

Don't know.

To gloat, show me what I've been missin'.

And have you?

What?

Missed him.

Do you even need to ask?

We should get married.

What, to appease my insecurities?

No, because I love you.

We don't need a piece
of paper to validate

our near bliss of a relationship.

Near?

Did I say near?

I meant perfect.

But seriously, I don't
see the point in marriage.

When I'm dead you'll be well covered.

You're seven years
older than me, not fifty.

Besides, I could always peg it first.

That's not gonna happen.

And how do you know?

Because I love you.

Besides, life wouldn't be that cruel.

You nearly ready yet?

Give me a sec.

Vanity aside, that is
the most beautiful photo

you've ever taken.

And modesty aside, I agree.

Let's just say I was inspired by my muse.

Why did it take me so long to figure out

what you meant by these numbers?

'Cause it was too obvious.

We need to go, now.

Fine.

But you don't know what you're missing.

I do, that's the problem.

I really love you.

Okay.

You planning on making
some sort of confession?

No, of course not.

It's just important that you know.

Ignore me.

I'm being silly.

Go on. Go.

I'll see you tonight.

Make sure you wait up for me.

Sure you don't want a lift?

Nah, I feel like walking today.

Have fun returning
to the scene of the crime.

Most of the
people I met sleeping rough

weren't doing so through choice.

It was out of necessity.

Playing devil's advocate here,

but if they choose to reject all

support services to house them,

then surely it's voluntary.

From what I've witnessed
that view is too simplistic.

For some people, life on the
streets becomes so ingrained

that they find it difficult to fit back

into what would be considered
a normal environment.

It's a catch 22
situation then, isn't it?

Personally I think more needs to be done

to prevent homelessness
happening in the first place.

And you are?

Rebecca Sheldon.

Oh, the art critic.

Your photo doesn't do you justice.

Thank you.

That's a powerful message.

It's true.

We never know what's gonna
happen from one day to the next.

I want the viewer to
understand the individual

as a human being, not label
them a homeless person

or a drug addict.

There you are, Gen.

Paul, Rebecca.

Rebecca, Paul.

Nice to finally meet.

I've heard lots about you,

and read your critiques, of course.

Are you an artist, as well?

What do you you-

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna
have to steal Gen for a while.

Everyone wants to know the date

you're gonna make an honest man out of me.

Come on.

Well, nice to meet you.

Please be gentle.

This is my first time,

but I look forward to reading your review.

So you're leaving
without saying goodbye.

You looked busy.

I'm not busy now.

Can we go somewhere private?

Wine?

Please.

So you're engaged.

Sort of.

Look, I'm gonna be honest with you.

I don't know why I'm here.

I just wanted to...

I've never felt...

Yeah.

I better get that.

♪ I watch and I wait for you ♪

Genevieve?

♪ To open your eyes every morning ♪

I'm in here.

♪ 'Cause I know the sun
won't rise till you do ♪

♪ Even she can't get out
of bed in the morning ♪

♪ 'til you've raised your weary head ♪

♪ And smiled at me ♪

♪ Life can be cruel
but everything shines ♪

♪ That little bit brighter
when you're by my side ♪

♪ And nothing and no one
could change my mind ♪

♪ 'Cause I can keep breathing
as long as you're mine ♪

♪ As long as you're mine ♪

♪ As long as you're mine ♪

♪ You're mine ♪

Hello?

Oh my God.

I'm here to see Genevieve Simmons.

I'm Rebecca Sheldon.

I just got a call to say
she'd been brought here.

I'm afraid she's being seen
by the doctor at the moment.

If you take a seat.

I'm sorry, you can't go in there.

I want to see her.

I need to know she's okay.

I'm sorry.

The doctor won't be long.

She's in the best place.

Ms. Sheldon is here to see Ms. Simmons.

What happened?

How bad is she?

Ms. Simmons was attacked

and has suffered trauma to her head.

We've had to put her in
a medically-induced coma.

It's just to prevent
neurological damage until-

I want to see her.

Okay, but be prepared.

She's hooked up to a lot of machines.

So it may appear scarier
than it really is.

Have the police been informed?

Yes.

I don't know much, but I'm sure they'll be

contacting you at some point.

Let me guess.

Paul.

He's called how many times now?

Too many to count.

You don't like talking
about him, do you?

Given the circumstances,

it doesn't really seem appropriate.

Besides, my life with Paul already feels

like ancient history.

Another time.

I nearly
didn't follow you to your car

the other night, you know?

I'm glad you did.

Guess it's time to face the music.

No use putting off the inevitable.

Any regrets?

Yes.

That I didn't meet you years ago.

So you decided to come back.

We should
talk when you're sober.

Are you fucking joking?

You stay out all weekend like
a fucking alley cat on heat,

and have the gall to dictate
to me when we can talk.

You're drunk, and if you think
you're gonna intimidate me-

Oh, just fuck off, you fucking dyke.

Yeah.

That's right.

Dyke.

The whole fucking gallery
was talking about you two.

The famous lesbian art lover

and the starstruck photographer.

Have you any idea how fucking
small you made me feel?

Not to mention your poor parents

hearing about their fucking pussy-loving

dyke of a daughter.

Leaving, are you?

Good.

Saves me the trouble of throwing you out.

Here.

Let me get the door.

Forever the gentleman.

You have one new message.

Message received from
Mum today at 8:47 P.M.

Is it true?

Please, Genevieve.

Paul called and he said-

Is that her?

Give me that phone.

I demand that you bloody
call us and let us know

what you're playing at, Genevieve.

Do you hear me?

Have you lost all sense of-

Thank you.

I do not want another dog.

Oh, but they're cute, look.

Ugh.

Is that her?

What do you want?

You wanted to talk, so let's talk.

Please, Genevieve.

Don't be brainwashed by these people.

People?

You mean degenerates!

DeGeneres.

You mean like Ellen?

What?

She's a famous American lesbian.

I thought you might be comparing.

You find this amusing?

No, I find it pathetic.

She's a good girl.

It's not her fault.

It's this, this, whatever her name is.

She's messed with her head.

Her name is Rebecca, and
she's not done anything to me.

I was hoping for at
least some understanding

when it came to my happiness.

My mistake.

What happened to you?

One minute you're a normal
girl getting married

and the next you're
off with God knows who.

If you don't snap out of this, girly,

we will have nothing more to do with you.

Do you hear me?

How could I not?

And the feeling is totally mutual.

Don't you dare walk away
while I'm speaking to you.

Genevieve.

How have you lived
with him all these years?

Why have I never asked before?

What the hell happened, Elsie?

You've got 10 seconds
to get out of here,

or you'll be the one
needing intensive care.

Ugh.

Can someone call me
when they leave, please?

Thank you very much.

Ms. Sheldon?

Yeah.

I'm DC Smith.

This is DC Simpson.

We'd like to talk to you
about Ms. Simmons. If we may?

Thank you.

I'm sorry we need to do this now,

but we need to piece together
Ms. Simmons's movements

prior to her attack this morning.

I understand you share a flat with her.

Yeah, I do.

And how long have you
been living together?

I'm sorry, but what relevance does this

have to do with anything?

I'm sorry if this seems
personal, but it's just procedure.

I'm sure you can appreciate
that we're starting this case

off on a blank canvas and
we need to learn everything

we possibly can about Ms. Simmons.

We've been living
together for four years.

Could you go
through this morning's events,

and if possible, Ms. Simmons's timetable

for the day, please?

Nothing else Ms. Simmons had mentioned?

Okay, we'll leave it, for now.

There's no need to be afraid.

I'm Dr. Phillips.

I.

Better?

Yes.

How did I get here?

I'm afraid you were attacked.

Attacked?

By who?

We don't know.

And at the moment your
health is our main concern.

Now just let me check something.

Very good.

Do you know what year it is?

It's, um.

Do you know
who the prime minister is?

Prime minister, yes, it's...

Um.

Do you know your name?

It's okay.

Try and relax.

We are here to
see Genevieve Simmons.

If you're feeling up to it,

you've got visitors who
want to say a quick hello.

Doctor?

Yes?

I don't know these people.

It's okay.

The blow to your head has
just left you a bit forgetful.

This is your mum and dad.

And this is Paul.

Your boyfriend.

Try not to stress too much.

You've nothing to worry about.

You're in safe hands.

We thought we lost you.

Glad you're okay.

How are you feeling?

My head hurts.

I'm afraid I'm going to have
to ask you all to leave now.

We must make sure Genevieve
gets plenty of rest.

How long have I been here?

Four days.

Four days of sleep and
I still feel like crap.

This is risky, Eddie.

What if Gen remembers?

God has done this for a reason.

He won't let us down.

Paul's right, Eddie.

So, about her memory.

The good news is that a CT scan

has ruled out anything serious.

As a result, I believe she
has disassociative amnesia,

which is psychological in nature.

Recovery can be measured in
weeks, months, and even years.

We must ensure she has
plenty of rest and no stress.

Hello?

Yeah, speaking.

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead.

How are you feeling?

Do I know you?

Genie, it's me.

Sorry, I don't remember you.

Genie, that's not even funny.

I'm your-

I don't remember anyone.

Please leave.

I'm sick of people trying
to make me remember stuff.

I just want to be left alone.

Leave me alone!

Why don't I make us some tea?

I think I'll go straight to bed

if that's okay.

I'm knackered.

Oh, well come on then.

I'll show you your room.

I'm gonna get an early night.

Thanks for everything.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Genevieve.

Oh yeah, she's been discharged.

Her parents and boyfriend
were over the moon.

Boyfriend?

What's going on out there?

Oh, nothing
for you to worry about.

What the fuck is going on?

Did you tell Genie you're her boyfriend?

I don't know what you mean.

I want to see Genie now!

Listen to me carefully.

Turn around, get in your car,

and don't show your
face around here again.

Now fuck off while you
still have the chance.

Oi, I think you made your point, mate.

Don't you?

Yeah, just like I thought.

This isn't over.

Not by a long shot.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Thanks for coming over.

Well, you said
it was urgent on the phone,

that you're concerned
about Genevieve's welfare.

Genie's parents have been
lying to her about who I am.

They've told her Paul's her boyfriend.

I know.

When I went to question her,

the family asked me not to
mention your relationship

so as not to confuse her.

Look, I shouldn't even be
discussing this case with you.

We're under direct orders
not to mention you.

How is that even legal?

I mean, how can Genie's parents lie to her

and just get away with it?

If I had my way, I'd tell her the truth,

but the family have made
it clear to my superiors

that anybody caught with
any kind of information

that might cause a setback
to her rehabilitation

would result in action
being taken against them,

so until tell she remembers something-

I'm basically fucked.

Look,

I know this must be tough,

but she seems perfectly happy.

She's not being held against her will.

So they get to erase me out of her life

and I've just got to sit here and take it?

I said that I can't tell her the truth,

but there's nothing to
stop you from telling her.

I don't want to confuse
her more than she already is.

I sent over a box of her belongings today.

Let's see how her parents
explain why I had them.

Genevieve thinks you're flatmates.

Flatmates?

Are you kidding me?

Maybe this is the universe
trying to right a wrong.

I was, um, I was going over your notes,

and something struck me
as not being quite right.

You said that
Genevieve was on her way

to a meeting at London
Bridge at 10:00am, right?

Yeah.

Okay, so it
would seem strange that

she would have been

in another part of London
when she should have been

at her meeting.

Don't you think?

I can't believe Genie would lie to me.

Did you check to see if she had a meeting

with the gallery owner?

Yeah, and he confirmed
their appointment,

but Genevieve called him
to put it back an hour.

Obviously something happened
from the time she left you

to make her change her plans.

And even though we haven't
located her phone yet,

we have checked her call logs,

and the last call she
received was from a phone box

on the South Bank.

And this, um, this situation with Paul.

I don't quite get the connection.

Genie dated him a few years ago

and then she met me

and they split up

a few days after he proposed to her.

Ouch.

Yeah, ouch.

Anyway, things got nasty.

People took sides.

Mostly Paul's.

Especially most of Genie's
family and friends.

In the end, she stopped calling them.

Then out of the blue we
get Paul's invitation.

On the very same day
Genevieve gets attacked.

Oh.

Genevieve, lunch is ready!

Paul.

Your mum sent me to check up on you.

Are you okay?

Fine.

Just thought I'd try out my camera.

See if it jogs my memory.

Any luck?

Seriously,
if my mum tells me what

an amazing person I am one more time,

I think I'll scream.

It's the truth.

So you're saying I
have no negative traits?

Find that hard to believe.

It's true.

Unless you count doing things
before really thinking them

through and being impulsive is a negative.

You make me sound like
a rebellious teenager.

You asked.

I was thinking of
visiting that therapist

the hospital recommended.

No!

Look, I'm sorry, Gen, but you know

I just don't trust those quacks.

They could put anything in your mind.

Well, I have to try something.

I need to remember who attacked me.

They could be stood right in front of me

and I wouldn't even know.

Well, I won't let
anything happen to you.

We'll get through this, together.

Thanks, Paul.

You're a good friend.

I hope I'm more than just a friend.

Speaking of friends,

that woman who visited me in the hospital,

Mum said she's my flatmate?

I feel awful.

I was really rude to her.

Don't.

You two aren't exactly best friends.

Really?

She seemed genuinely concerned.

Well, that's Rebecca for you.

Always putting on a front of some kind.

So you're
not a fan of her either?

Not especially.

I tell you what.

Why don't you come back to
mine and I'll cook dinner.

And you can be the first
to see my new work.

No pressure.

Just dinner.

Okay then.

Just dinner.

That's my girl.

This is delicious.

Did I ever cook?

Does, ah, boiling an egg count?

Oh, it's that bad?

This is just like old times.

I'm sorry, I can't remember.

No, don't be.

I have more than enough
memories for the both of us.

They'll just have to do for now.

That's sweet of you to say.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have done that.

Please, sit and enjoy your meal.

I will.

I just need to use the loo.

Jesus, Genevieve, what are you? A virgin?

Gen, you all right?

Yeah, I'll be out in a minute.

So how are you feeling today?

Restless.

Suffocated.

Like I'm living under a microscope.

What's
making you feel like that?

It's been a few weeks now.

How do you feel about Paul?

I don't know.

I can imagine I would be
attracted to someone like him,

but he just doesn't reach me.

We don't have the connection
I think we should.

And Rebecca.

Have you made contact with her yet?

I don't see the point.

If we were true friends she would have

made the effort to see me by now.

She even sent my stuff via courier

rather than delivering it herself.

Just shows Paul was right.

We weren't that close.

But you feel as though you were?

I did, but I was obviously wrong.

Could it be
possible that she's giving you

some space to find yourself?

You think?

What do you think?

Do you know why your parents
and Paul don't like her?

I've tried to ask, but they get evasive

every time they hear her name.

Oh, I see.

And do you feel the need to
please your parents and Paul?

Your life was in London, right?

Do you feel drawn to
Rebecca because you think

that she can help you
get your memory back?

I'm wondering if
you could return to London.

It may stimulate your memory.

Genevieve, what's
important to you right now?

Obviously getting my memory back.

But at the same time I don't
want to hurt my parents.

Yeah, I understand that, I do.

But first we need to
focus on your memory loss

and uncover who you are.

You're saying I should
go back to London?

That's your choice.

But in my experience, if
you want to get over this,

you need to go back and go through it.

Are you awake, love?

Yes.

It's just
that you've been up here

since you came back from your therapist.

Are you feeling ill?

No.

Well, Paul's downstairs

and he's waiting to see you.

So is someone gonna tell
me about Rebecca then?

How am I
gonna get my memory back

if you're keeping secrets from me?

Can someone please tell me why you all

have such a problem with her?

Or do I need to call
her and ask her myself?

Well?

Is anyone gonna speak?

It's a bit of a sore subject, really.

A sore subject for who?

For me.

The two of you had been
living together for some time.

And she basically ruined my chances

of getting an exhibition

by writing a really bad review about me.

Why would she do that?

Your work's amazing.

Eh, because, um,

'cause she was jealous
of our relationship, Gen.

We had words and things
got a little out of hand.

Why would she be jealous?

She's a lesbian, Gen.

I was always under the
impression she liked you and,

we didn't want to tell
you because we didn't want

to upset you.

Can you forgive us?

Me?

Yes, of course.

It's awful to think
she'd give you a bad review

for personal reasons.

Look, I'd appreciate it
if we kept this between us.

I mean, things have
worked out for the best

and I think it's best
we leave it in the past

where it belongs.

Speaking of the past,

I have decided I'm moving back to London.

You're what?

I'm moving back to London.

My therapist thinks it will
help me get my memory back.

She says I-

Did you not hear a word Paul said?

She's a lesbian.

You should be disgusted at the idea

of being in that sort of environment.

That's not the way we raised you.

But I don't remember
how you raised me, do I?

All I know is what I believe now.

And Rebecca being a lesbian
doesn't put me off at all.

Live and let live, right?

You don't need to worry about me.

I have my own mind.

It's not gonna be warped by anyone.

Tell her, Paul.

Tell her she's making a big mistake.

My decision
has nothing to do with Paul!

Mum, Dad.

I'll be careful, I promise.

But don't fight me on this.

Support me.

Please don't worry about me, Mum.

I just want you to be happy.

I know.

The more we try to
prevent her from seeing Rebecca,

the more she's gonna fight against us.

Rebecca.

Let's just hope she
doesn't remember anything

when she gets back there.

Hi.

I didn't expect you so early.

No, I was awake so
I didn't see the point

of hanging around.

Is that all you brought with you?

The rest of my stuff's arriving later.

Okay, well, let me show you around

so you can familiarise
yourself with everything.

So, this is your bedroom.

And this is the kitchen, obviously.

I'm guessing that's mainly your domain,

as I hear I'm not much of a cook.

You could say that.

Do I have a workspace?

Yeah, follow me.

Well, I'll leave
you to get settled in.

If you need anything,
give me a yell, okay?

I will, thanks, Rebecca.

Loud thud

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

Are you all right?

I thought I heard a noise.

It's probably next door
dragging their garden furniture.

Oh.

How about I
make us some breakfast?

Have you eaten?

That'll be why you're looking so pale.

You never could go on an empty stomach.

Come on.

I'm gonna get dressed, okay?

Be back in a sec.

Mmm, it's delicious.

It must have been my favourite.

Actually, it was.

You know, you could say that
about anything you whip up

and I wouldn't know if you
were messing with me or not.

You're actually very fond of my haggis.

God, please tell me you're joking.

I'm sorry if
I freaked you out earlier.

Guess I'm still a bit anxious
about being back in London.

It's perfectly understandable,

but I promise you, you're safe here.

Eh, so are you going back to work?

Paul thinks it's for the best.

He thinks I'll lose my creative
ability if I don't use it.

Couldn't help but notice your reaction

when I mentioned Paul.

Oh, I'm just.

It's fine.

I understand.

You do?

About the animosity between you two.

He's agreed to bury the hatchet

and I'd be really grateful
if you do the same.

Don't want any bad feelings
when he comes 'round.

Yeah, of course.

That'll be him now.

Paul?

Yeah, we're gonna see an art exhibition.

I told you I'm squeamish.

That was ridiculous.

I know, I know.

One second.

♪ 'Til you raised your weary head ♪

♪ And smiled at me ♪

♪ Life could be ♪

Hey.

Mmm, very nice.

Can't take
any credit, I'm afraid.

Picked it up from the supermarket.

What?

You hate tuna.

Do I?

Yup.

Hmm.

So what have you been up to today?

Nothing special.

Went to a little French place

on Shaftesbury Avenue with Paul.

Do you know it?

That was our favourite haunt.

Went there most Sundays.

That's probably why it felt like

I recognized the place.

That's encouraging.

Yeah, it was more of a feeling

than anything else.

Like a deja vu moment.

What were you two talking about

when it happened?

You.

Oh.

Don't worry, it was nothing bad.

I've just realised I hardly know

anything about you.

What do you want to know?

I don't know.

Where did you grow up?

Hampstead.

How long have you been an art critic?

Seven years.

Must be tough being in a position

where you have the power
to ruin an artist's career.

I would never do that to someone.

I have the utmost respect for artists.

Even if their work was mediocre,

I'd still write a balanced review.

So do you have a partner?

I mean, I can make myself scarce
when you need to be alone.

I better see who that is.

Paul's here to see you.

He's just getting
something out of his car.

But I only saw him a few hours ago.

Thanks for the sushi,

but I think I'm gonna
get on with some work.

Guess who's just sold
a shit load of paintings

for top dollar?

Oh.

Ah!

Glasses, please.

Okay.

Oh!

Way-hey!

Celebration!

Okay.

Here you go, my darling.

And one for me.

Okay.

Here's to the future.

Couldn't be happier for you.

For us, you mean.

You know, there's only one
thing that could happen tonight

that would make me
happier than I already am.

No.

I want to see you.

What's the matter?

It's you.

You look different.

I can't do this.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Open the fucking door!

I want you to leave now!

Rebecca will be home soon!

I don't care if she's coming back!

I'm not gonna let you do this to me again!

Do you hear me?

One, four, three.

One, four, three.

One, four, three.

I

Love

you.

What the fuck?

Come on Rebecca, pick up the fucking phone

Fuck.

Fuck!

Rebecca?

What's going on?

Are you okay?

Where's Paul?

Have you two had an argument?

Are you serious?

Do you expect me to believe
you actually give a fuck

about what happens to me?

I don't
understand what you mean.

You leave
your girlfriend with a man

who's trying to fuck her while you run off

in the middle of the night.

That's right, Becca, I remember.

How could you not tell me?

How could you let
me go back with my parents?

Let me think Paul was my boyfriend?

How could you do that to me?

They threatened me and
told me not to contact you.

I couldn't exactly turn around
and say, oh, by the way,

I'm your lesbian lover.

You wouldn't have believed me

and then I might never
have seen you again.

You should have taken the fucking risk.

I didn't want to hurt you.

I love you.

Bullshit!

So you would've let me
sleep with Paul last night

'cause that's how much you love me?

You'd have let me roll around with him,

kiss his neck the way you like it,

because that's all I can remember to do.

That's how much you love me!

You have to understand.

The only thing I
understand is the people

who are meant to care
about me don't give a shit.

I was attacked.

I lost everything!

I didn't know who I was.

And you all just started lying to me.

You let them use my
suffering to manipulate me.

Do you realize how fucking sick that is?

Genie, I'm so sorry.

It's way too late for that.

Genie, I'm sorry!

God!

♪ Today's the day I'm leavin' ♪

♪ I want nothing, you can have it all ♪

♪ I'm leaving with the
last breath of my sanity ♪

♪ You took the rest ♪

♪ Like a drip drip tap you fed me ♪

♪ Nothing but insults and lies ♪

♪ I want to leave with the
remainder of my sanity ♪

♪ So bye bye ♪

♪ I'll find better than you ♪

♪ Oh no ♪

♪ I'll find better than you ♪

♪ Even though I'm broken down ♪

♪ Oh, I want nothing from you ♪

♪ You can have it all ♪

♪ I'll find better than you ♪

♪ Oh ♪

So where do we go from here?

I mean, all we
can do is stay the course.

Things have shot...

Listen-

Fuck you.

- Now see here-
- And fuck you, too!

Is anyone gonna tell me why you've all

been lying to me?

Lying to you about what exactly?

Where should we start?

My sexuality? Rebecca? Him?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I see.

More lies.

I know the truth, Dad.

And what do you know, Genevieve?

That he is not my partner
and hasn't been for years!

And you know this how?

Did she tell you?

Does it matter?

You don't even feel ashamed
of yourselves, do you?

Well?

Everything's about you, isn't it?

You couldn't care less
about the consequences

your actions have on other people.

As long as you get what you want.

You've brought nothing
but shame on your family.

Not to mention making
me the laughing stock

of the art world, while you
waltz around with that thing.

So is that it then?

You're just humiliated because
I left you for a woman.

What?

Paul.

What were you all gonna do
when I got my memory back?

Did you even want me to?

Of course we did.

What is so wrong with me,
Mum, that you had to lie?

You're our daughter and we love you,

even though you are a,
that you've made mistakes.

Mistakes?

Did you say mistakes?

She's a filthy lesbian.

The Lord does not forgive that ever.

I don't need forgiveness for who I am!

And after what you've
done, you bring up God.

You're the ones who need forgiveness!

What kind of people are you?

You come into your parents' house

and have the audacity
to ask them what kind

of people they are.

Well, we know what
kind of person you are.

Someone so self-obsessed
that you actually thought

I'd pick you over Rebecca.

That thing you're with.

She turned you.

She took you away from us and
we were only taking you back

for your own good.

Well, it didn't work.

Now I'm gonna check on Mum
and then I am done with you.

Genie?

Genie?

What the fuck are you doing here?

To put an end to all this.

If I were to ask you to leave
Genevieve alone, would you?

It doesn't matter what I do.

She's with Paul now.

She doesn't want to be in a
relationship with me anymore.

Nice try, but I know
you told her the truth.

And don't you fucking
use the word relationship

as though it's normal.

A relationship is something
human beings have,

not fucking animals like you!

Uh! Ah!

Ah!

Come here.

Becca?

Becca?

Oh my God, Becca!

Oh my God, talk to me, Becca.

Becca, talk to me.

Come on, Becca.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Yeah, I need an ambulance.

Now!

Fuck.

Please.

She's gonna
be, she's gonna be fine.

She's gonna be okay.

What the hell happened?

I don't know.

I found Becca in our flat unconscious.

Any sign of a break-in?

No, because he had my keys.

I think the person who attacked Rebecca

is the same person who attacked me.

What is it?

Is it Genevieve?

Has she been hurt again?

No, she's fine.

May we come in?

Is your husband here?

Yes, but why?

Mr. Simmons,

you are under arrest for
the grievous bodily harm

of Genevieve Simmons and Rebecca Sheldon.

So she's alive, is she?

Stand up.

Do you know what it's
like to try and prevent

your only daughter from being condemned

to eternal suffering in hell?

I don't, but I promise you,

you won't be seeing her there
anytime after you arrive.

What did you do, Eddie?

What did you do?

Oh, shut up, you stupid bitch.

You think I don't know about your past?

I don't care what you
think of me anymore.

You're a monster!

And I've been so weak and so guilty!

For what?

Our daughter's a lesbian.

So fucking what?

This is all your fault.

Must be in your genes.

Mother like daughter!

Take him to the car.

You don't have to say anything.

But it may harm your defence...

Hey.

It was my dad, wasn't it?

I'm so sorry.

I love you so much.

Did you say you love me?

Are we actually gettin' out of bed today?

Mmm, no.

We're not.

I just heard about your father.

Can't believe that's all he
got for what he did to you.

All of us.

And I...

I know it's worth nothing but,

I really did love you.

Hello?

Hello?

Yes.

Nancy.

It's Elsie.

I knew you would call one day.

It was only a matter of time.