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No mother should bury her son.

I've lost him. I don't want to lose you too.

There is no estate. All there is are debts.

A fraud this extensive takes planning.

I never really understood why he ever left you.

"The girl killed by rain does incest."

She's emotional and she's unstable.

Nobody knows. Nobody saw us.

I left something here a long time ago.

I've come to get it back.

People always talk about falling in love

as if it's something you just can't control.

Love is a choice like any other.

That suit you can't afford; the two-seater you don't need.

To truly fall in love... you have to want it.

Like a vampire,

it can only cross the threshold if you invite it in.

No, none of us just fall.

We have to jump.

The rain has stopped. You've got five minutes.

I've got work to do.

Jesus. Charming.

Got time for a cigarette?

No. Not in here.

Sorry. Habitual rebel.

It's almost as if you want to get rid of me.

Funny you should say that.

It's a shock...

when your friends suddenly start dying.

Makes you acutely aware of your own mortality.

- You made that man. - Leo was a great chef.

Pfft. Leo was an opportunist.

Clever, I grant you. But he never had it in his fingers.

Not like you.

You could fall in love with talent like that.

Maybe I should quit.

Listen...

..how is she?

She's unhappy.

Welcome to the world.

I thought it was time I introduced myself to her.

- Just like that? - Well, no. No.

I suppose I could make breakfast first.

You look terrible. How much did you drink?

Sorry?

- I said, you look terrible. - Thanks.

Yeah, what I usually do is...

I take three of Mimi's arthritis pills.

Sorts me right out.

Makes you go a bit... Whoa!

Is that really a good idea?

What time is it?

Er...

- Quarter to. - Oh, shit.

All right. Later, then.

Michael!

Wait!

Funny, isn't it?

When we really need to talk,

the ones we love feel furthest away.

- Hi. - Hey.

You left this... in the bathing hut.

Oh. Right. Shit. Erm...

Yeah. The watch.

I wouldn't want to lose the watch.

Definitely not.

So, what happened, that was weird, right?

Yeah.

I guess that makes us criminals now.

Except in Belgium.

Yay, Belgium.

We can be perverted asylum seekers.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Great. Erm...I'll see you, then.

OK.

OK.

- OK. - I'll see you.

Cool.

Is my taxi here? I thought I heard the door.

- Where are you going? - A coach trip.

An odyssey through the architecture of Bruges.

You never mentioned it.

Terminal Alzheimer's, no doubt.

These things can sneak up on you, apparently.

- I forget who told me.

- Oh. Finally. - How long will you be?

- You can't just go, can you? - That's a ridiculous question

that I'm going to treat as rhetorical.

Goodbye, dear.

Mother, there's a strange man in the kitchen

and he's not one of mine.

James. We met at the coffee shop.

I'm a friend of your parents'.

Funny. Neither of them have ever mentioned you before.

Confidentiality clause. I insist.

I'll get you one to sign later. Maintains the air of mystery.

Plus the chicks love that.

Wow. Chicks.

Newsflash. The Beatles split. John's dead.

- And Paul's someone's granddad. - Oh, shit.

- What about Ringo? - Ringo lives. I think.

Hm. Always been a hero of mine.

Get yourself some talented friends and just coast.

Inspiring. You should be a teacher.

I used to cook a bit. Now I write.

About food. I leave the real cheffing to the professionals.

So what are you doing here, James?

Apart from being the world's worst life coach.

I heard about Leo.

- Shit, isn't it? - There's fuck all you can do.

Your life's destroyed but you still have to eat breakfast.

Ah. I've finally met Teresa.

Feels like we've got a lot of catching-up to do.

- Shouldn't you be at work? - She needs to eat.

So how did you two kids meet?

You know, with Rachel...

..erm...how did you know it was love and not just...

you know, something else?

Someone finally got to you, have they?

No... No, no, no.

Yeah, well, maybe just a bit.

Just a bit.

You see, when I was with her...

With Rach. Well, I never even considered the alternative.

When it's love - real love - well, there is no option.

So who's this girl, then?

Erm...one of those girls from the village.

Yeah. Daisy.

My God. One of them plants has lured you in.

Well, she's a brave girl.

- I can give you a lift. - No, it's OK. I'd rather walk.

So, he seems cool. Your friend.

In a very sad kind of way.

- What's he really doing here? - He heard about Leo.

They were close. We all were.

It's a bit weird that he just turns up.

You can forget who your real friends are.

And then it's too late.

No. I don't buy it. I think he fancies you.

Either that or he's after your money.

Let... That's all right.

Geneva. Lovely. Holiday or just visiting someone?

Downhill mountain biking.

Well, someone's travelling light.

Yes. That would be the carbon fibre.

Here's my card if you want to book me for when you return.

Thank you very much. I've made alternative arrangements

for my departure.

Oh.

Teresa is my child. I'm responsible for her.

And no way could she deal with this right now.

- Seems pretty tough to me. - That's what everyone thinks.

But she's not strong enough. You don't know her.

- That's what I want to change. - She's vulnerable.

- Her father has just died. - No. Leo died.

From the minute I walked away, I regretted it.

I should have fought for both of you. I chose not to.

- Gina. - Sam.

This is James Harley. Old friend of Leo's.

I'm very sorry for your loss. For both of you.

Thank you. Erm...can I have a word?

- In private. - Yeah.

Nice to meet you...Sam.

I've waited long enough. Either you tell her or I will.

It doesn't make any sense. Have you got any real proof?

I know what I saw. They left together.

The way they were with each other.

Have you actually asked Michael?

- No. Not yet. - They've always been close.

Losing their father has probably brought them together.

It's a good thing, isn't it?

What about Teresa? Noticed anything?

She's certainly been eating a lot more.

Ever since she started seeing that Will chap.

- They're together a lot. - She's seeing Will?

Yes. Texting each other and talking on the phone.

- Sneaking off to see him. - She told you she's with Will?

Well, not in so many words.

Will's been in Bali.

So, whoever she's been seeing, it's not him.

Why would she lie unless she's hiding something?

Well, someone else, then.

She probably doesn't want me to know.

You're not taking this seriously.

I'm not overreacting. There's a very big difference.

Fine. I'll have to talk to him.

But you better hope I'm wrong.

- Guten Tag. - Guten Tag.

Um...you understand the decision you're about to make

is irrevocable.

Does one need a degree to state the obvious?

You are alone?

I assume you have discussed this with your immediate family.

We think this is the right choice for all of us.

Well, erm...in that case...

um...I need you to sign here.

And then?

We can proceed immediately.

Of course, there's a very obvious solution.

Just tell her the truth.

They're not brother and sister at all. Just two confused kids.

So, that's it? "I've been lying to you for 20 years

and, by the way, here's your real dad."

Oh. God... I don't...

- I don't know what to do. - Yes, you do.

You just don't want to.

Talk to her.

I need to do this alone.

If she wants to speak to you, she can, but not like this.

You need to leave.

Cos this has got to be her choice.

OK. I'm going. Just tell her to call me.

When she's ready.

Some people can't stand confrontation.

- Others embrace it.

But sometimes, you just can't avoid it.

Hi.

- I need to talk to you. - OK. What about?

- Is anyone else here? - No. Dio has gone into town.

Why?

Where were you at the end of the party last night?

- Erm... I don't know. - Who were you with?

- Uh...Dio. - Liar.

You were with Teresa, Michael.

- Erm... - You were with Teresa.

OK. I went out. And I don't know what I did. I don't remember.

I simply want to know what you were doing with her.

We...er... We were talking.

That's about it.

OK. Uh... Teresa had some dope and we smoked some.

I don't believe you.

I think...you kissed her.

I think you've completely lost...

Please, just tell me the truth.

The idea of that is absolutely disgusting.

I saw you outside the bathing hut.

Teresa was upset about...erm...

..about Dad.

- And she was crying. - No. The way you were with her.

The way you touched her.

She's my sister.

Half sister. So please don't lie to me!

Look, I understand this has been a difficult time for you.

You're feeling confused.

But I know you, Michael.

You're my son. I know this isn't you.

So whatever has happened isn't your fault.

Just tell me the truth. Please.

She wanted this, didn't she?

I'm sorry.

- I didn't want this to happen. - You slept with her?

I'm sorry.

Go home.

Wait for me there.

And don't talk to anyone.

- Mum, where are you going? - Just go home!

Shit!

You ever get that feeling

you're about to do something you'll regret

but know you just can't stop yourself.

She's never gonna tell her.

But you knew that, right?

She thinks she's in control.

But the grenade has already been thrown.

Thank you.

- I'm so sorry. - You OK?

- No. - What's the problem?

Oh, fuck.

- I want to talk to you. - What's going on?

- Mum... - Come with me.

I can't. I'm kind of working here at... Ouch!

For Christ's sake!

- This is so stupid! - I told you to go home.

- What the fuck is your problem? - My problem?

Christ, that's good coming from you.

He told me.

- Who told you? - Michael. My son.

The one you've been screwing for whatever fucked-up reason.

- Let go of me. - Uh-uh. I saw you.

So don't you dare try and deny it to me now.

- You are crazy. - Don't you get it?

He's admitted it. All of it.

OK. Fine. We were together. But it wasn't...

Liar!

He told me. So don't try and blame him now!

- You wanted this. Not him. - That's not true.

Tell her that's not true.

What? You think he loves you?

Why on earth would he love someone like you?

That's enough. That's enough. Get your hands off her. Get off!

- You OK? - This is none of your business.

- Who the hell are you? - I'm her father!

Teresa!

Like they say, lies will get you a long way in life.

But one day, they'll bite you on the arse.

How could you?

After everything we talked about.

- Sorry. - Oh! Stay here.

- Where you going? - To find my daughter.

Vincent men have

a particularly flexible relationship with the truth.

Some would say it's the secret of our success.

Tears

* Tears for souvenirs...

Ahh.

* Are all you left me

* Memories of a love you never meant

* I just can't believe you could forget me...

Christ, Sam!

What the hell is going on?

Is it true?

- Is Teresa Leo's daughter? - That is none of your business.

Sorry, but if she's screwing my son, then I think it is.

- Move your car now. - Not till I've heard the truth.

I need to find Teresa.

God, it's like breathing to you.

- One lie after another. - Just get out of my way!

Michael's told me everything.

- You hit her. Liar. - No.

You dragged her outside and accused her of God knows what.

- I can't do this now.

I need to find her. I need to find Teresa!

Christ's sake, Gina, will you call me back?

Tears

* Must confess...

* Must confess...

* Must confess...

* Must confess...

* Must confess...

* Must confess...

- Teresa? * Must confess...

* Must confess...

* Must confess...

* Must conf...

Oh, shit.

Teresa, come on.

No, you don't. No, you don't. No.

Teresa, darling, please, please wake up.

Teresa.

Oh, shit.

For fuck's sake, for once in your life, just tell the truth!

What the hell is going on? Is she Leo's?

They're taking her to hospital. Oh, God.

Get in.

Get in!

20-year-old female. Suspected anaphylaxis. CPR at scene.

Adrenaline twice. We struggled for access.

- Can I go in with her? - This way, please.

Where is she? Is she OK?

They haven't told me anything.

- Benelli? - Yes.

You can see her now.

Her allergy means she suffered severe anaphylactic shock.

The adrenaline will have helped but if her brain was starved

of oxygen there could be significant damage.

She's gonna be all right, though, isn't she?

That's what you're saying?

It's impossible to say. I'm sorry.

Oh, Teresa.

It wasn't true.

I did it.

It was my idea.

She said we should stop but...

..I didn't want to.

I lied because...

..because I didn't want you to be angry with me.

It's time to stop the lying.

All of it.

I said things... to her.

Things that I should never have said.

I just want you to know how sorry I am.

Shit.

Michael lied and I know that doesn't excuse what I did,

and what I said...

Everyone lies.

I lie. I always have.

In fact, I have lied for so long,

that I hardly know what the truth is.

Leo was working all hours.

He was obsessed with the business. With the hotel.

Then his best friend arrived and he was...

funny and attractive.

And his eyes had that sparkle that Leo used to turn on me.

Did you tell Leo?

Oh, he guessed.

He was angry. Furious.

But...he forgave me.

Wanted to raise "our" child together.

And he tried.

But, in the end, he... he couldn't do it.

Because I had wrecked it all, hadn't I?

And then he met you.

At first, I thought it was just his revenge.

And then I realised he really loved you.

And that was the real revenge.

And there is the truth.

He never told me.

- Any of it. - He wanted to protect her.

Teresa.

All these years.

You both let me think I'd ruined it all.

I'm sorry.

That's it?

You're sorry?

It's all been lies, hasn't it?

To me, to Teresa, to everyone.

Nothing but lies.

Lies.

Jesus.

There's something about the truth...

it cleanses the palate.

Leaves you ready for the next course.

But sometimes you don't get a second chance.

Well, this is fucked up.

Isn't it?

- What happens now? - Nothing.

Unless you can't wait to hear something.

- Who are they? - I don't know.

Not great conversationalists.

It's pretty much dead in here.

It's not what I anticipated when I decided to kill myself.

Yeah. Well, I think that's the general consensus in the room.

I didn't, by the way.

- Didn't what? - Kill myself.

It was an accident. I know what you think but...

It's not true.

So what's your excuse?

How long have you got?

Funny.

I hate jigsaws.

You spend all day, then there's just one piece that doesn't fit.

No matter where you try and put it, it just won't...go.

Maybe you're not trying hard enough.

Or maybe that's just me.

A piece that doesn't fit.

Never has. Never will.

So what do you do?

Best get rid of it.

Then the entire thing is fucked.

If I understand the metaphor.

Maybe you've always been the piece that's missing.

Of course, now they'll never find it,

seeing as you've decided to lose yourself down the sofa

for all eternity.

Baby, you're asking too much from all of us.

You think any of us have the answers to any of this?

- No-one does. - Pfft.

- Well, that's depressing. - It's the truth.

We just fuck up.

She loves you.

I love you. He loves you.

It's simple.

But why? I'm nothing to do with you.

Don't be stupid. I watched you walk.

I heard your first word...

which was "Daddy", by the way.

No.

You're in me.

Do you really want this? Death?

When there's a whole world just waiting for you.

No.

I didn't think so. This is my fate, not yours.

Now fuck off.

Go on.

Go.

Teresa?

Oh.

Well, say something.

You look like shit.

You should speak to her.

No, not today. Soon.

- What shall I tell her? - Tell her to call me.

- If she wants to. - Oh, she will.

Well, I'll wait.

I've quit smoking. Give myself a fighting chance.

Hm.

And the bike?

It's looking silly.

You look the same, Gina Benelli.

It's in the eyes.

The eyes never change.

Look after yourself.

Ciao.

So you went to Geneva alone?

- What happened to Bruges? - Oh, change of plan.

I didn't want to worry you, dear.

£765,000.

Oh, and some duty free.

My clever son was diverting money from the business.

All those tasting visits to France. Nothing of the sort.

He was taking cold, hard cash to a safe deposit box in Geneva.

But why?

Well, I think he saw what was coming.

This was his insurance policy.

- Christ, if they'd caught you. - The elderly have advantages.

Invisibility being one of them.

What are you going to do with it all?

I'm going to give it to you.

I really fucked up, didn't I?

I think we both did.

No, you didn't.

You tell the truth.

About everything.

About people.

About me.

I shouldn't have lied.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

Your father practically turned it into an art form.

Maybe it's like your super power.

"I am Lying Boy. Son of Lying Man."

- I'm trying to apologise. - I know.

I'm accepting it. Have you learned nothing, Lying Boy?

Well, I got that...erm...

..that book with the maps in it.

You know, that atlas from Dad's office?

And I closed my eyes and I opened it...

..and I bought a ticket.

- So where are you going? - Düsseldorf.

That's a tiny bit disappointing, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah. It really is.

But, you know, it's a jumping off point.

I haven't told Mum, though.

Well, at least not yet.

You could have died.

You could have died and it would have been all my fault.

It's not that simple.

OK.

It didn't feel wrong, did it?

You and me.

No.

Do you think that means it might have been right?

I think it's still too early to tell.

Have a nice trip.

Thank you.

We're both in financial trouble. This is dirty money.

And it needs cleaning through a legitimate business.

Like a hotel.

We could do this. Together.

Your cooking. My management.

Is it really so crazy?

All the best ideas are.

Every dysfunctional family

needs a dysfunctional family business.

But for that to work there is no place for old family secrets.

Düsseldorf?

- Why Düsseldorf? - It's not important.

The point is, I'm leaving.

Well, I just thought that one of us had to grow up and I...

think it might be me.

I tried so hard.

From the minute I first held you in my arms...

..I wanted to love you so much.

Then I had these thoughts.

These terrible, desperate thoughts.

I was sick. I know that now.

But what you have to understand is I have tried.

I have tried so fucking hard.

Tried to make it up to you.

You don't wear the watch.

What's the watch got to do with it?

I don't know. You don't wear a watch.

He knew. I didn't.

He just understood.

I never have.

And now...

Do you love me now?

Of course I do.

Of course I do.

Tears

You'll be all right. You've got Mimi.

- Thanks. - And Gina.

* Memories of a love...

- He loved us all. - I think he did.

No, he told me.

When I was in the hospital.

It was like a weird dream or something.

I don't know. That sounds...mental.

But I know it was him.

* After all those happy...

I'm sorry.

I should never have lied to you.

I know.

* Tears have been my only consolation...

Why do we stop holding close the ones we love?

Is it because they grow up?

Suddenly, they seem too far away.

But that doesn't mean they don't need it.

For that matter, so do you.

* Turn our tears of regret... - Hungry?

I could eat.

* ..to tears of happiness

The best guests always know exactly when to leave a party.

OK. There was a little mess to clear up.

But, on balance, I think my timing was immaculate.

Yes, my death was the best thing

that could have happened to this family.

Because life is like a recipe.

Bitter and sweet all at the same time.

And that's what makes it delicious.