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Shh.

Estamos na Ba�a do Sil�ncio.

Oh, isso mesmo.

Agora, meu filho, qual � a sua confiss�o?

Eu menti ontem.

Entendo. Voc� costuma mentir, meu filho?

Se eu disser n�o, voc� vai acreditar em mim?

Sim absolutamente.

E qual � a sua confiss�o, meu menino?

Bem, tenho tido esses pensamentos impuros

sobre uma mulher.

Uma vi�va muito fascinante.

Um artista famoso.

Qu�o impuro?

Eu quero viver aqui um dia.

- Vamos consertar isso. - Mmm.

Bem, eu posso consertar qualquer coisa.

Hum, bicicletas velhas, cora��es partidos, qualquer coisa.

Voc� sabe como eles chamam isso em franc�s?

Mofo.

Mas voc� sabe o que isso significa?

Mexilh�o. Um mexilh�o. � um mexilh�o.

Mm, o que mais isso significa?

- Nenhuma id�ia. N�o n�o n�o n�o. - Sim.

- S�rio? - � o mexilh�o.

- Posso ficar com ele? - Esse � o meu moule!

Eu sei. Agora � meu.

Voc� comeu meu moule!

- Por favor, n�o. - Desculpe.

- O que h� de errado? - Nada.

Estou bem.

Ah.

Vai?

Vai?

Vai?

Vai!

Argh!

Ah!

- N�o fa�a isso. - Eu ... me desculpe!

- N�o fa�a isso. - Eu n�o queria te assustar.

Por favor ... me d� sua m�o.

Por favor diga sim.

Tenho que consultar os g�meos.

Teremos um adequado mais tarde. OK?

Vamos.

O que? N�o! Oh, meu Deus, voc� vai quebrar suas costas!

Mas precisamos fazer isso direito.

Mas estou t�o pesado.

N�o, voc� n�o �! Sou forte, pelo amor de Deus.

Veja!

Aqui estamos.

Meu Deus. Veja isso!

Voc� pode trabalhar aqui?

Sim.

Como como.

Sim Sim.

Ai ...

Oh, voc� est� bem?

- Tudo certo? - Tudo bem, � s� uma pontada.

Ooh.

Mam�e! Mam�e!

Mam�e! Mam�e!

Espere, sim?

Candy continuou dizendo foda-se.

Porque nos perdemos.

Sim, bem, o GPS disse para entrar no canal.

Foda-me, � grande!

Quer dar uma olhada na cozinha?

Quer dizer, devo fazer um ch�?

Sim vamos la.

- Ei, meninas. - Oi, Will.

- Oi, Will. - Oi, doce.

Oh, meu Deus, � enorme!

Isso � t�o legal.

� o para�so.

Vou verificar o banho.

N�o tem leite!

- Vamos enterrar o Will! - Sim, vamos.

No.

- Deite-se, Will. - N�o!

Oh, n�o, n�o no meu ouvido!

Voc� acha que mam�e vai ter g�meos como n�s?

- Queremos um beb� cada, ent�o vai ser justo. - �, voc� faz?

Baby each!

Baby each! Baby each!

Baby each! Baby each!

Ei, Will! Levante a cabe�a.

Ei, Ros, cuidado.

Cuidado! N�o, Ros, n�o!

- O que est� acontecendo? - Desculpe.

Vai.

Fa�a voc� dormir agora.

O que h� de errado?

- Suc��o ... - Mais suc��o.

- O que h� de errado? - Voc� precisa sair agora.

Me diga o que h� de errado, por favor?

Ele � um rapaz de sorte.

Tive um grande choque com aquela queda.

N�o esperava nascer t�o cedo, esperava ?

Ele est� dormindo.

E ele � lindo.

Onde est� o outro?

Eu tive g�meos, n�o tive?

Um morreu.

N�o! N�o, n�o, n�o, n�o, querida.

Apenas um lindo menino. E ele precisava de ajuda para respirar,

- mas ele est� muito vivo. - N�o.

N�o. Eu tive g�meos de novo, eu vi.

Eles o tiraram?

Ei. Deixe curar. Deixe curar.

Voc� os deixou levar meu beb�?

Tente ... Tente descansar um pouco.

Tente dormir, Ros, ok?

Por que voc� os deixou levar meu beb�?

Por que voc� simplesmente n�o o nomeou Jesus?

N�o � religioso, m�e.

Amadeo significa "amado por Deus".

Ele precisava de toda a ajuda que pudesse conseguir.

E � italiano. Achei que voc� gostaria.

Vivian, com esse nome pode jogar em qualquer time de futebol europeu.

� que nossa fam�lia sempre teve nomes t�o normais.

Johnny, Tommy, Bertie.

Oh sim. Realmente normal.

Voc� parece cansado.

Tudo est� certo?

Estou bem.

Ah, Raul!

Ele � um ex-matador. Raul ...

- Voc� est� bem, querida? - Eu estou bem.

- Bem? - Sim.

Leve-o um pouco.

Ol� minha querida.

Hi, Marcia.

- Festa chique. - Esposa chique.

E esse � o chefe de Will.

- Ei. - Ei.

Ent�o, voc� trouxe ...

N�o n�o. N�o vamos l�.

A� est� voc�!

Oh, o ex de Vivian ainda est� gerenciando Ros?

Sim, eles s�o legais.

Mil�metros.

Rosalind, minha querida.

Mais radiante do que nunca.

Assim...

Quando recebo minha porcentagem?

Desculpe?

Bem, 10% de voc�, minha querida, significa 5% deste bubala.

Milton, voc� pode ter que passar por mim.

Fico feliz em negociar. Ooh ...

Deixe-me lev�-lo, querida.

Aqui.

Abra a caixa.

Oh meu Deus!

Milton, acho que ele teria ficado mais feliz com um chocalho.

Agora, esta � a minha parte.

Bem aqui.

Voc� est� estragando ela, Milton.

Ah bem.

- Eu sinto muito. - Milton!

Basta subir e pegar uma camiseta.

Me desculpe por isso.

Mmm.

Melhor sair dessa camisa molhada.

OK.

Ele est� bem, querida?

Sim, ele est� bem.

Ooh.

Voc� sabe, podem ser as flores.

Certo.

Est� bem.

Aqui estamos, minha querida Lena.

- � tudo valor de nome. - Desculpe?

O mercado � tribal.

Artistas reais n�o t�m esperan�a.

Bem, o trabalho da minha esposa est� vendendo t�o bem como sempre.

Eu me formei em antropologia h� tr�s anos.

Isso me qualifica para bab� e dan�a de mesa.

- Um quarto escuro. - Erm, por favor, isso � privado.

Temos isso no Red Velvet.

O clube onde dan�o.

Posso te pedir para sair, por favor?

Devia vir me ver algum dia.

Cuidado.

Continua.

N�o n�o. Continue!

N�o, n�o, n�o, � hora de dormir.

- Por favor! - N�o n�o n�o n�o n�o.

Hora de dormir. Boa noite. Boa noite.

C�cegas?

C�cegas?

C�cegas! C�cegas! C�cegas!

- Tudo certo. - C�cegas! C�cegas!

Esta pronto?

Pronto?

Pare com isso!

They need to go to sleep.

All right.

Sleep tight, girls.

Hey, you.

Why are you awake?

Why you not sleeping?

Ros?

Ros...

He's crying.

And I need to get him out.

Ros...

Honey, come back to bed.

You're dreaming.

Come back to bed, honey. Come.

Is Ros still upstairs?

Yeah, she needs a bit of rest, I think.

Good morning, Amadeo.

Morning.

Will...

I got a call from Newcastle City Council.

Mmm-hmm.

If we win this bid, we won't have to worry for the next three years.

That's great.

I'm making you project leader. You know that.

Yeah, that's fine. Fine.

Hey, it's good. It's all we worked for. Well done!

You know, my sister had godawful depression

after her second child.

She's tired. That's all.

It's gonna be fine.

Hey, Will.

She's taken Amadeo for a check-up at the hospital.

He's not due.

Is something wrong?

He's fine!

Ros.

They're all nameless babies.

See?

This is where they buried his twin.

You're lying to me.

Ros... No one is lying.

Everyone lies.

All the time.

Milton...

I need to talk to you.

About Ros.

She's a bit stressed after the birth.

Well, no surprise there.

Dr. Muller's good.

She's been seeing him on and off for years.

More of a specialist really.

My job to know.

Lugano is in Switzerland.

She's a well-travelled girl.

He Skypes.

My GP might as well be in Switzerland.

The time it takes to get an appointment's a bloody disgrace.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Oh. Do they work?

Some.

Collector's dispensation.

And that's my service pistol. On the right there.

I could never see you in the Army.

Military intelligence. Beats business school.

Ros, aged 14.

Photographed by the august John Birtram Raven,

CBE, RA, FRPS, the list goes on.

Bertie or JB as I knew him.

Vivian's brother.

Uh, step brother.

75 Gs on that wall.

Uh-huh.

"Bel Reve, France."

Seaside place.

Viv inherited from him when he died.

Place is a wreck. She never goes.

You know, I'm in a position to help.

Financially. Whatever.

Milton, I can look after us.

Don't be too proud, Will.

What?

Nothing.

All the things you don't say.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I went to see Milton

about your depression.

But I'm not depressed.

Will, I'm not depressed and you should talk to me when it's about me.

Honey, can I show you something?

Let me see your hand.

Do you know how this happened?

Do you know why our brand new wallpaper's all shredded?

You did it. In your sleep.

You were sleepwalking.

Shh, shh, shh. What are you doing?

Hey, you. Bye-bye.

Uh, I'm back from Newcastle tomorrow night.

Please remember to pick the girls up from swimming, okay?

Sure.

Bye, Lena.

Rosalind Pallister?

Oh, sure.

No, because we're good at this.

We are good at this.

Now, how much time do you need for the final specs?

Three, four days?

I can't believe they need one more bridge here.

I know.

City Center, please.

Ros?

Ros, what's going on? Where are the kids?

Call me, please?

Candy, are you with Ros?

Please ask her to call me.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Bloody hell!

How did you get in?

My dear boy, you left the door open.

Milton, what's going on? Where are they?

I don't know.

She called yesterday to say that she was leaving.

I tried to talk her out of it, of course.

What happened between you two?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Why?

Well, she was so angry.

So determined to leave.

I'm gonna call the police.

- What can they do? - She took the passports

and she took my son maybe out of the country.

Calm down. Take a breath.

She's not well, Milton. She's not well.

I know.

Let me just try her again.

Hi, Ros here. Leave a message. Bye.

Ros, it's me. Again.

Listen whatever this is, whatever you think this is,

we can work it out. I'm sure.

We can fix it.

Please, call me.

Come home.

Do you have any of his portraits?

Unfortunately not.

His last 20 years were dedicated to travel and landscapes.

He could make a tree knot look subversive.

Mmm-hmm.

I predict a 15% rise in market value within five years.

He had a place in France, right?

Normandy. His early work is very hard to get.

I would say impossible.

Hi, Milton, it's Will.

Did she mention that a parcel came that day from Normandy?

Please gimme a call back.

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Please ask him to come.

Girls, is that, is that you?

We need him right now.

Someone has to come put Mummy in the pram.

What do you mean "Mummy in the pram"?

Is Mummy there? Can you put her on, please?

Hello? Girls?

Fuck.

I got your text about JB's beach house.

- Did someone want to buy? - Where is it?

Larenguebec. No one's been there for years.

I wouldn't be surprised if it had fallen off the edge of the cliff.

Everything all right?

Bonjour. Um, I'm looking for this woman.

Have you seen her? Do you speak English?

What do you want?

I'm, uh, I'm looking for, for this woman.

Have you seen her?

- No. - Sure?

Aye.

It's my wife. My children.

No.

Ros!

Ros!

Candy!

Ros!

I had it first!

It's mine!

Stop!

Not fair! Give it back!

Girls!

Ow! That hurt!

Girls, stop fighting! Stop!

Stop, stop, stop, stop! What are you fighting for?

Wha... Stop.

What's going on?

You all right? I've been worried.

Where's Mummy?

She doesn't come out anymore. She has to stay in the dark.

What d'you mean?

Where's Candy and Amadeo?

They're for Amadeo to get better.

Is... Is he not well?

What's wrong with him?

Has Candy called a doctor?

She fell in the sea.

She did not. She went to get help!

Did... Did she call a doctor? Please, girls?

She was too scared.

She was not! She wouldn't leave us!

Girls. No, no, no, no!

Let's go back now.

See if we can find them. Right?

Come on. Let's find Amadeo and...

- We'll push it. - No, I'll push it. It's far too heavy.

We'll push it!

Hurry! Hurry up! Mummy needs a doctor!

We'll leave Amadeo outside.

Stop! Stop! Girls, girls, girls, stop. Please.

Please, no more games.

We're not playing, Will.

Girls, I, I need you to go and stay with Mummy now.

Okay?

You just go and stay with Mummy.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna run down and try and get some help.

Don't leave us!

I need to get some help. Please go and stay with Mummy.

We're not grown up!

Please, girls.

Need some help.

Need some help.

Ros.

What happened?

It's me. It's Will.

Ros...

Amadeo, what happened to him?

Please... It's me. It's Will.

Please.

You need to tell me what happened.

Please stop it! Stop, stop!

Where is Candy?

Please.

No, Will, stop! No!

Better!

No, no, no.

Will?

Will!

Will, it's you.

Ah, it's Will.

Ah, we need rest.

That's all I want is rest.

Get some rest.

Oh...

Hello? Police? Ambulance?

Hello?

Um...

Hello?

Hello? Monsieur?

We're hungry.

We'll get something on the road when we're packed.

Should we take Amadeo to the beach?

Girls...

do you remember when we found that baby bird

that had fallen from its nest?

Who couldn't hold his head up.

Yes. We buried him.

Put a stone to remember him by, to keep him safe.

So he could go to Heaven.

Yeah. That's right.

Is Mummy going to heaven, too?

Mummy will be fine.

We just need to help her.

Just take it easy.

It's fine, it's fine.

We're just going up to the car.

All right. Come on.

Come on, you can do it. It's all right.

Hey. Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine, thank you. I'm just taking her home.

She's well, no problem.

Thank you. Thank you.

Take it easy, honey. Take it easy. Take it easy.

Come on, we're getting into the car.

Can I, can I ask you... Please let go of her.

Come on, darling, we need to go.

Darling, darling, come on.

- Yes, thank you. - Doctor.

- Thank you. - Doc... understand?

Thank you, I understand. Thank you.

Just need to get in the car. Come on.

I came as quickly as I could.

She was off her medication?

She's stabilized now.

Where's that Candy?

Being useful with the baby for once, I hope?

We need to talk.

She hasn't had an episode in... three years.

Not since she met you.

Milton told me how worried you are.

That he gave you Dr. Muller's number.

Yes, that's right.

But before that I'd never heard your name. Not once.

It's printed on the medication.

- Well, that's for migraine. - That's what she told you?

How could you not know?

It's not uncommon.

Even if she wanted to tell you, she probably couldn't.

Dissociative memory loss is a well know side effect

of a schizophrenic breakdown.

She's schizophrenic?

And... And when did she come here the first time?

- When she was 14. - 14!

It was, um...

JB's summer assistant,

Pierre Laurent.

They say it was rape.

He got the maximum.

Milton's lawyers made sure of it.

Of course, the villagers took his side.

Village... where I found her?

God knows why she went back there.

Is this him?

He forgives her?

He destroyed her childhood!

Where did you get this?

I was too late, Vivian.

I mean, if only you'd told me when she couldn't,

but you didn't.

If only I'd known, none of this would have happened.

None of it.

You buried him?

I tried to save her, Vivian.

I tried to save us all.

Candy was missing,

and every scenario ended up with Ros being blamed.

I was in shock for fuck's sake!

I have to face up. Go to the authorities.

No. She's my daughter. You don't think that...

- You can't think that she... - I don't think anything.

My son is dead.

Amadeo is dead.

Is there anything else I need to know, Vivian?

Go. Find Candy.

I'll look after my daughter and my grandchildren.

But please, think of them first.

A Mrs. Joy Williams.

I'm looking for her sister Candy.

Have you got a forwarding address, please?

Or a number?

All right.

Thank you.

Yes?

Is that Mr. Pallister?

- Walsh. - Rosalind's husband right?

- Yes. - Love her work.

About the car accident.

Can you confirm where it happened?

Sooner or later, every man has something to hide.

I need to tell the truth, Mil.

Oh, you buried the truth.

I'm not saying it was the wrong decision,

but you do have to think how it might look.

I kept it simple. Car accident abroad.

But, but this guy and her past...

I've been checking regularly.

No one's picked it up.

A journalist has been calling the house.

- I mean, I'm being followed. - Will...

You have to get a grip.

Look, French death certificate

police accident report,

all verified by the French Consulate.

- How? - I'll settle for a thank you.

Plus...

- Please... - It'll tide you over.

Priorities. Rosalind and the twins.

- Hmm. - We wait for Rosalind to improve.

When she talks, then we decide.

- Not before. - And what about Candy?

Well, Candy's disappearance

points to guilt, wouldn't you say?

Even more reason to go to the police.

Oh, no, let's leave the police out of it for now.

Milton, I need to know.

I need to find out how he died.

Thank you.

Uh, I'm looking for Becca.

Becca, does she work here?

Please tell her a friend was in a car accident.

Thank you.

99.9 percent certain these are from the lost Normandy series,

In the Garden of Good and Evil.

And no one else could have taken them?

Oh, I don't think so.

Where did you get them?

Private collection.

You know his assistant was jailed for rape?

- Yes, yes. - They found incriminating photos

of the underage victim in his home.

He claimed that he was framed.

- That the photos... - Were Raven's, I know, yeah.

Well, he was a celebrated photographer.

The assistant didn't stand a chance.

But surely the victim must have...

Too traumatized to testify.

Allegedly.

Think it was her?

How is she?

She's, um...

She's coming home.

Soon.

Will, what happened out there?

My wife is coming home in a couple of days,

and I don't know how to deal with it.

I wish I did.

Oh, Lena, they look so wonderful.

I was so sad to hear about the accident.

Everything that happened.

Lena, thank you for all your help.

Ros really needs to rest now.

You go to bed. I made borscht.

Borscht is fine.

I miss the twins.

They're fine with your mother.

- It's gonna be all right. - Yeah.

Hi.

Hi.

I don't remember making these.

Mum says there was a car accident...

and our baby died.

Which is why I was ill for so long.

I know I had a baby,

but I can't find any of his things.

I packed them up.

Why?

Guess it hurt.

I was angry.

- Angry? - Yes.

Ros, can you please try and make me understand?

Talk me through what happened.

Listen, I know, I... Maybe I should have asked, but...

Why didn't you tell me that you needed those prescriptions?

Why did you stop taking your pills?

- We miss you, Mummy! - I miss you, too.

Hi, girls. All good?

We're gonna leave now.

To the mountains with ponies.

And then home.

When Mummy's better.

Oh, but, I am better. Aren't I, Lena?

We see you very soon, darlings.

Bye.

Hey, excuse me.

Can you help me? I'm looking for a girl called Becca.

I think she works here.

Perhaps she's got a different name here.

- I mean... - Fuck off, will you?

Hey. I'm just...

Take it easy.

Let's just leave the city.

Go to the sun.

Find an old house on a cliff.

You know, like the one in Sestri you love so much.

Are you asking me to marry you?

See, my memory's getting better.

You know, the girls can go to a local school.

I can work remotely, or get something local.

- I mean ev... - If we had a car accident,

how come we still have the same car?

I remember.

I remember

I didn't want to take my pills anymore.

When I felt him in my belly, growing,

because I didn't want to hurt him.

Go on.

And, er,

I remember...

hands pulling me through the window.

The twins crying.

Was that the accident Mum told me about?

That was no car accident.

Amadeo died.

And we don't know why.

Hey.

What are you doing with that?

Mr. Milton tell me he want me to give it to him.

Milton?

He said it's okay with you and Miss Rosalind.

How did you even know where to find it?

Give it to me.

Give it to me!

What's going on?

What are you doing with this case?

Let's wait with this one.

- Let's, let's, let's... - Wait, wait. Is this...

Have you got a key to our house?

I'm taking Rosalind for tea.

Isn't that right, Ros?

To er, to talk about this?

You opened it.

Why?

Ask him.

- I've never opened it. - No.

Well, let's wait till you're better.

Oh, no, I am better.

You don't know that.

The doctor says I'm better.

I... I feel better.

I look better. I'm better.

I'm fucking better, okay?

Then why are you yelling?

Because it's you.

You made this place a morgue.

Ros, it is a morgue.

Our son is dead. You took him and he died.

- Stop it, Will. - How dare you?

- How dare you? - Your memory

- is so convenient, isn't it? - Let me go!

You're hurting...

- No! - Amadeo.

- Remember? - No.

- No? No. - No. No.

- Enough! - So convenient, isn't it?

- I don't remember. - Outside, Will. Outside!

I don't remember!

Wait.

I've worked out why you're so desperate

for those missing photos.

To save your precious Raven's arse!

I won't let you unravel this.

Fuck you!

It needs to disappear.

Stay buried.

Nothing can be gained from Rosalind reliving this trauma.

You want the twins taken away from her? Hmm?

Taken away from you? Is that what you want?

We have to protect the ones we love.

? Happy birthday to you ?

You let them take my baby.

You love your wife.

She's my daughter.

You don't think that...

You can't think that she...

Is there anything else I need to know, Vivian?

Mummy says that he has to stay in the light.

Hey, it's Becca.

- So... - I haven't seen her in weeks.

She's off Facebook, Instagram,

her phone just rings.

Becca.

Please, help me.

I really need to find out where she is.

Have you tried her mum?

- Yes. Yes. - Her sister?

Look, I read about the car crash.

I'm so sorry.

No, Becca, listen. Can we...

I'll be next door.

So now what? You're gonna blackmail me?

Not if you listen.

So those videos...

That was you?

Amadeo, you should lie down, darling.

You need to rest.

You okay, darling?

Are you a bit hot?

Yeah.

So he was sick?

It seemed like a summer cold. That's all.

The villagers hated us.

We'd throw those crabs out.

In the morning they'd be back.

Stank.

Made Ros mad.

She yelled at them in the bar.

She was having problems before we left.

She rang Milton.

Screamed and yelled at him.

Then started packing.

She kept saying everything was her fault.

She was obsessed with finding the guy that sent the parcel.

Who is he?

She wouldn't say.

The night on the beach, I saw them.

That night just sent her over the edge.

Ros.

- Don't make a noise. - You're scaring them.

No, we have to hide. No.

No, put them back on!

Put them back on!

Somebody's stolen his twin.

We had to protect Amadeo.

Get out!

Get out of here!

She locked his bedroom door and wouldn't let anyone in.

The next morning...

Amadeo?

Ros!

I got scared and ran.

I'm sorry.

I loved him.

But so did Ros.

How did I get here?

Mmm...

Ah, these are not mine.

Mild sedative.

Doctor's orders.

I want the twins.

In good time.

Please, let me sleep.

Ros?

Milton, let me in for God's sake!

Milton!

Milton!

Police?

Milton!

Open the door!

Milton, let me in!

Please! Five minutes!

Open the door!

Milton! Open the God damn door!

Milton!

You.

I just want to help you.

Okay?

You're Pierre Laurent.

Tell me what you know about my son.

I know nothing about your son.

At the trial they called me photographer's assistant.

I was not. I was doing everything,

but touch a camera, never.

One night, she came to me carrying a camera case.

She wanted a place to hide it.

She asked me to wait while she buried it.

And when she's done, she starts running.

But when I touch her,

she starts screaming.

For years, I expected the prison door to open

and see her standing there,

saying she was sorry.

You know, after I came out,

I searched for that hiding place.

It had been 20 years. I found it.

But why send them to her now?

Raven's dead.

But Milton is not.

Look at the ring on his finger.

You want her?

I want him.

Milton, I know it was you.

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

I have proof.

But I'll leave you alone if you let me take my wife.

Stay still.

I'm a quiet man.

Hate fuss.

Work hard.

People rely on me.

After all I've done for you.

Where is she?

Rosalind's always understood what she was doing.

- You just don't get it. - You know that's a lie.

That signet ring you're so proud of.

It's there.

In every picture.

You know, it really is a tight-knit,

self-preserving little community at the top.

I could have you put away for life.

You screwed it up all by yourself.

Buried him in some misguided belief

you were saving the woman you love.

You're a sick person.

No.

I was different from JB.

I just loved her.

I adored her.

I own her.

I always have.

What did I ever do to you?

Please, stop. I beg you.

Did you stop when I begged you?

No, please!

You said Pierre did those things to me.

He was my friend.

Why?

I want to know.

I want your love.

That's all I ever wanted.

Ros.

Ros.

I need you.

The twins need you.

Don't.

Careful, girls.

Hatty! Hatty, come back.

You'll need your towel.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Uno.

- Due. - Due.

- Tre. - Tre.

- Quattro. - Quattro.

What comes next?

What?

What about the toes?

We already covered your feet.

Did you?

I can see them.

Oh, I just covered them.

Cheeky.

Are you gonna leave me here?

I can't move.

We're in the Bay of Silence.