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I really like him. I just...

I don't know, sometimes he just...

He just makes these jokes that are kind of...

Cutting. Like...

Kind of like he's making fun of me.

He makes jokes at your expense?

Um... well, I think he's just trying to be funny.

But, um, yeah, I don't know if I'm supposed to...

Joke back or just...

Have you asked him to stop?

- Yeah. Sort of. - And what did he say?

Well, he said that I was being overly sensitive

and that they're just jokes.

So he continues, even though he knows it hurts you?

Well, nobody else seems to mind, I guess.

But if he cares about you, he would stop.

You should tell him to stop.

I think he'd just say that...

That it's my problem and I should just get over it.

Tell him to fuck off.

This guy's a sadist, he likes to out people down.

You can tell him that.

He'd just say I'm not getting the joke.

A sadist never understands

why others aren't enjoying his sadism as much as he is.

You should find someone who makes you feel good.

Can you do that?

Yeah.

- Ok, yeah. - Hmm.

Ok. See you tomorrow.

- Um, Margaret. - Hmm?

Can you just promise not to...

To say anything about this to anyone?

Of course not.

Fort Knox.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Abbie is out for the night.

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How's the wife?

Fair. I'm gonna go with "fair."

- Hm-hmm. Could be worse.

Yeah, that's our motto.

We had that inscribed in our wedding bands.

Hmm.

- Peter... - Hm-hmm?

Do you ever draw?

- Do I draw? - Yeah. You know, drawing.

I mean, yeah.

Uh... Chloe likes me to draw with her sometimes.

Yeah?

The other day, she made me draw peppa pig... 47 times.

Yeah. I...

Just I made a drawing the other day.

A nude? Of me? A nude of me?

No, it was abstract, a geometric thing.

Can I see it?

I hadn't drawn anything in 22 years.

I used to do it all the time.

Constantly, hours and hours.

Forget to eat, forget where I was.

Hmm...

You never told me that.

Well, it's not really very important.

So, what do you think, further sex, or have you got to go home?

- Hey, wakey-wakey. Time to get up.

If you get up, I'll make you breakfast.

- Hell, no. - Oh, thank you.

- Steamroller? - No.

- Hmm. - No! Mom, please stop!

Mom!

Good morning.

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- Interns, you guys did not hear that.

- Hi, smidgen.

Seriously, Abbie?

- Are you hungry? I was gonna cook. - No need.

Well, you should eat something.

Are you having cereal?

- Maybe. - Yeah, well, it's not a meal.

It's fine. I'm going to Lucy's in a little bit anyway.

You are?

Were you planning on telling me that you're going out?

I'm telling you now.

Yeah, but it would have been nice to know in advance.

You know, just a one-sentence text. Is that too much of an ask?

I'll take it into serious consideration for next time.

- Come on, let me make you something. - Mom! It's fine!

I'll just get something with Lucy.

- They always have...

Snack bars at these orgies, anyway.

- Wanna see something? - Um... I don't know.

Do I?

What the... oh, my god. Abbie, is that your tooth?

- No, it is in fact not my tooth. - Well, then whose is it?

- I don't know, I found it in my wallet. - You found it...

What are you talking about?

Abbie: Seriously, it just, like, appeared in the change pouch today.

Look, it's got, like... Tartar on it and shit.

Margaret: Well, where the hell did it come from?

Smidge.

Promise me that you'll be careful on your own at school.

I'm gonna be reckless, mom.

Some frat guy hands me a pill, I'm just gonna take it.

- No questions asked. - That's not funny.

Sorry it's not funny.

Now, let's get busy. Come on, Jean-Louis.

Come along. Oh, that's fine.

- Who gets your vote? - Scobie.

- He's the one who objected. - All right.

- Hello. - I'll take Tex's room and Gideon 's.

You take Jean-Louis with you and bolt the door.

Oh, really?

Come on, we 7! Have a treasure hunt.

Well, my friend, you are in luck.

They've got these, uh...

Rustic individual bungalows in the middle of the woods.

- I'll send you a link. - What, in New Hampshire?

- Yeah. - Hm-hmm.

- It's quaint, it's maximum quaintness.

I'm listening.

I figure we can go up on...

- Hm-hmm. - Uh, on Friday night.

Oh...

- Hi, mom. - Oh, smidge.

Hey. Hey.

- Oh, honey. - It's no big deal.

Yeah. How'd it happen?

Riding bikes with Lucy.

You don't know how to ride a bike.

- Yeah, you never let me. - I let you. It's just it's...

- It's dangerous, that's all. - Evidently.

Had you been drinking?

A little bit.

Ok.

All done.

Mom, can you please stop tucking me in?

You have nothing, nothing to be scared of.

- I'm not scared. - No, I know.

It's just everything is going to be all right.

I know.

Look, I'm...

I'm sorry that I didn't respond to your text sooner.

I was at work and my phone was in the other room.

- I know. It's fine. - No, it's not fine.

- It's stupid, it's just stupid. - Jesus, mom!

If you're gonna eat shit about this, can you please do it in the other room?

I'm kind of sleepy from bleeding all evening.

Abbie, what the hell?

Sorry.

Don't curse, please.

Woman: So I said, "can't you just do this one thing for me?"

And, uh, he asked what he'd get in return.

And then what happened?

I said he'd be happier...

Knowing that I'm happy.

- Was that enough? - No.

He wanted me to... To do something for him.

Things for him.

- What did you say? - I told him that he's a piece of shit.

And I told him that he didn't deserve me.

- And I left. - You said that?

Yeah.

You did good, hear me?

You're tougher than leather.

- Just don't tell anyone I... - Of course I won't.

I would never. I promise.

It's gonna be a happy ending for you.

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Sorry, sorry.

- Excuse me.

Man: What the hell?

Ok. Ok.

Ok.

Abbie! Abbie!

- What the fuck?

It's ok. It's ok. Um...

Are you ok?

- Yeah, are you ok? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine. I just...

I just thought something might have, um...

I'm sorry. It's... I'm sorry, honey, it's fine.

- What happened? - Nothing.

It's just, I just feel a bit off.

I'm going to go take a shower. Don't go anywhere, ok?

I love you.

- Hey. - Hey.

Are you sure you're all right?

I threw up. Must have been something I ate.

I'm feeling much better now.

Do you wanna, like, lie down or something?

Uh-uh. What do you want for dinner? I don't want to cook.

- I was gonna go to Lucy's. - I'm gonna need you to stay here.

I'm not gonna go biking. Ok?

- You go out too much. - I go to Lucy's.

- We play elder scrolls. - No, you get drunk,

- and then you carve up... - Mom, I am 18 years old.

Margaret: In two weeks.

Stay home.

This used to be quite a place.

It's been deserted for a long time now.

Will you take me in? Goodness, no.

- It isn't safe out there anymore.

That's why they put up this barrier.

It would be very easy to step around it.

What attraction could there be for you out there?

I'm not sure.

I'm a reasonable person, I don't know

maybe I want to satisfy myself...

- Margaret? - Yes.

Um, I was just wondering if you could sign off on my hours.

Yeah, it's not a good time. I'm not available every second, ok?

Ok.

What are you doing?

Wait, wait, wait, wait! Ok.

That's fine, keep going, keep going. Keep going.

Wait. Wait! Wait, wait, wait!

- What is it? - Just, just, just...

Here, here, here. Come on, come on.

- No, no, stop, stop, stop! - What?

Ok, just stop. I'm just not...

Into this whole... thing, ok?

- It happens. - No, no, no, it's not that.

It's not that. I mean, you know me. It's just...

Since when do we fuck in the bathroom?

- Just what's with the urgency? - I just felt like it.

Well... it's not my thing.

If it's not your thing, you shouldn't have agreed to do it.

Do you wanna go for a crawl and get some loot? I'm low.

You wouldn't.

What the fuck? Ho... hold on.

Ok, now you're just being creepy.

It's not creepy to want to look at your child.

No, but you're doing it in a creepy way.

Sorry.

Abbie: Mom, what is going on? You're being, like...

Even more suffocating than usual.

Margaret: Just gonna miss you.

I'm only gonna be, like, two hours away.

Margaret: I know, but...

Who's going to protect you?

- I don't need protection. - No. You're very strong.

But know that if anyone so much as touches a hair on your head,

I will find them and I will hurt them.

Mom, when you say things like that, I mean...

That's for you, not me.

I don't need to hear that.

But you seem to need to say it an awful lot.

Yeah, well, I'm... I'm just trying to tell you that I love you.

Abbie: Then just say, "I love you."

I love you.

There you go. It's that easy.

Hey, hey, hey.

What?

You wanna drink whiskey?

What?

I figure it you're gonna drink, I better show you how.

There.

Ready?

Wait, wait. Wait, wait.

- What the hell is that? - Nothing.

One, two, three...

Come on, I raised you tougher than that. Again.

Shh...

Abbie: Nope. No.

I haven't even picked out anything yet. Can you stop?

It doesn't matter. I'm not gonna wear it.

You can't wear a sweatshirt every single day.

- Apparently, I can. - No, you can't.

If you go to school dressed like that, people will think you're weak,

and that is not something that you want to project.

Is it not something I want to project, huh, mum?

Well, then maybe a cracking newjumper would do just the trick.

It would be just my ticket.

What?

Stay here.

- Abbie. - Are you ok?

- Come on, let's go. - Why? Mom!

You're hurting me. Stop! What are you... why? What's going on?

Why are you being weird?

- Come on. Just come with me.

- Come on, hurry up. Quick! - No!

Move it, Abbie, now!

- You're being fucking crazy. - Abbie, just... just trust me.

- Just get in the fucking car. - Ow!

- Abbie!

Stop being fucking crazy!

- Abbie: Go away!

Abbie. Look... this is just a...

It's a challenging time for me right now.

There are factors creating stress in me.

You're going away, and work, and...

Don't be scared.

I'm on top of it.

Can you hear me?

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Margaret?

- Margaret? - Hmm?

The trials.

Right. Right. It's, um...

Mm...

Uh, a... a phase...

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A phase... it's, um, it's in the packet. It's, uh...

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- Woman: Are you ok?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

- Fuck! - Oh!

I'm sorry. Sorry.

I mean, I... I apologize.

I should go. I'm...

Woman: So sorry for that, everybody.

Andrew, could you get someone to help us clean this up? Thanks so much.

Go away.

Please, David.

Go away.

You heard me.

Are you speaking to me?

Of course I'm speaking to you. Why are you here?

What, in the park?

- Stay away from me and my kid. - Well...

You approached me, madam.

- I don't know who you are. - Don't play fucking games.

- Why are you here? Why now? - Ok.

You are mistaking me for someone else.

You piece of shit. You motherfucking goddamn piece of shit.

Ben is with me.

Right now.

Here.

That is a lie!

Madam, if you're gonna raise your voice, we're gonna go...

We're gonna go back to the boulevard.

Don't walk away from me. What do you intend to do?

I intend to go home, Margaret.

Thought you didn't know who I am.

You introduced yourself to me. You came up to me, you shook my hand.

You... told me about Abbie.

Don't you remember?

Stay away from my daughter!

"You introduced yourself to me.

You told me about Abbie.

We shook hands.

We shook hands."

- Do you know this man? - Yes.

We were...

Involved once.

- Uh, when did you split up? - Twenty-two years ago.

- Twenty-two years? - Hm-hmm.

I haven't seen him since I was 19,

and then about a week ago, he just, uh, he just appeared.

At your home?

Workplace?

No, at a conference, and then in a store,

- and then again in a park. - Public places.

Yes, but... Places where I happened to be.

- It's not a coincidence. - I understand.

I'm just trying to get the facts.

Has this man accosted you, harassed you?

Not exactly, no.

Ok, has he initiated contact at all?

But I know him.

- I know what he's capable of. - Well, um...

What would you like us to do?

I want you to issue a protection order.

At the very least, I want you to contact him so that he knows that the police...

Officer: Those aren't really options at the moment.

I mean, you're free to file a complaint,

and I can provide you guidelines on how to deal with a potential stalker.

But unless you have something concrete to show this man's harassing you...

Officer, I can't do nothing. I can't just sit around

- and wait for him to... - There's nothing we can do.

So just...

Be smart, be careful,

and don't hesitate to contact us if the situation escalates, ok?

Hey.

It's dark in here.

Yeah. Yeah.

There's only nine days left.

It all went so fast.

I was wondering if you're gonna be doing my recommendation

- or maybe somebody else? - Me.

Ok. Cool.

Um... goodnight.

- Gwyn. - Yeah?

Think you could kill someone?

- Um... - I mean, if you had to.

Them or you?

No, I don't think I could.

Why?

- It's nothing. - Are you ok?

You know, if you need to talk to somebody,

I'm... I'm actually... I'm a really good listener.

Have you ever done anything bad?

Like... like, bad?

Yeah.

I have. Why?

I did something bad when I was young.

Unforgivable.

Well, what was it?

I won't tell anyone. I promise.

Fort Knox.

I was 18.

And |, well...

My parents, they were biologists.

They're dead now. But after school,

I took a gap year and traveled with them from London

to a research facility on the queen Charlotte islands,

off the western coast of Canada.

I drew a lot back then.

I wanted to be an artist.

Thought that being in nature would inspire me creatively.

It didn't.

It was cold and boring and there was hardly anybody there.

But there was this... man.

Another biologist from some university up north.

David was his name.

And he was handsome and charismatic.

And he noticed me.

Of course he noticed me, an 18-year-old in that remote place.

And he went about it right.

Charmed mum and dad first.

Oh, they just fell in love with him.

Before you knew it, it was the four of us all the time.

He'd entertain us, tell us stories.

Give me wine. Pills.

After a few weeks, I moved in with him.

My parents, they were...

They were hippies. Naive, stupid.

I told them I was grown up, and they believed me.

At first it was wonderful. I was his muse, I inspired him.

He said he was on the verge of a breakthrough.

I didn't question it. All I knew was that for the first time,

I felt important and appreciated.

So I didn't object when he started asking me to do things.

"Kindnesses" he called them.

They were little things at first. Cooking, cleaning.

He told me not to draw.

Told me not to wear shoes. Even outside.

But the kindnesses, they evolved.

Became tests. Endurance tests.

Meditation for hours. Fasting for days. Poses.

Stress positions.

After a kindness, he would shower me with praise and affection.

The more I did, the more inspired he became.

Said he could see the future.

Said he could hear god whispering his name.

And I believed him.

I believed every goddamn thing he said.

And whatever he requested, I could hack it.

And if I couldn't, he'd tell me to burn myself with cigarettes.

But I could hack that, too.

Winter came and... my parents left. But I stayed.

I was so stupid and fucked up.

It was five months before I even realized that I was pregnant.

David told me not to tell anyone.

He forbade me from giving birth.

I tried to stop it.

It kept growing.

And whatever I did, no matter how much I could take...

David wasn't inspired anymore.

I gave birth on the bed.

No drugs. No doctors.

I looked at my baby

and... immediately, I realized why I'd been put on this earth.

I named him Benjamin.

For a few weeks, it was all right.

David didn't pay him much attention, but I cared for him.

I didn't think I could love anything more than I loved David.

But Ben proved me wrong.

David... David knew that.

One day, he asked me to go into town for supplies.

I'd never let my baby out of my sight until then.

When I came back, two of Ben's fingers were on the counter.

That's all that was left.

I begged David to tell me what he'd done with him, but...

All he'd say was that he'd eaten him up.

"He's in my belly now, Maggie."

That's what he'd say.

Over and over.

So I went to bed and stayed there. I stopped eating. My baby was dead.

But David, David just kept saying he wasn't.

He was...

Inside.

Said he could feel him moving, said he could hear him crying.

Crying out for me.

And after a while...

I could hear him, too.

Suffering.

Trapped.

But alive.

It went on for weeks.

David wouldn't let me come near him unless...

The kindnesses, they became... very hard.

And I did my best.

But I guess I wasn't as tough as we thought.

So I ran. Stole some money, the truck,

and ran east, to america, where I thought he'd never find me.

I've never told anyone that in my whole life.

You should be honored.

I don't understand.

I let it happen. I let him hurt me.

I let him poison my brain with lies and then I let him kill my child,

and then I ran.

I... I don't get it.

Is this...

Is this some kind ofjoke, or is this a test for me?

- Because that's horrible. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have said anything.

Just go home and forget it ever happened.

Ok.

Feel better.

"We shook hands.

Shook hands.

Then we went to... I went to the boulevard."

Boulevard.

Boulevard.

- Thanks, hon. - You're welcome.

Morning, Maggie.

Take a seat, darling.

You look beautiful. Still beautiful.

- You look like shit.

I know. Distinguished shit though, right?

Get out of town. Now.

If you don't go, I will do whatever I have to do.

- I will. - Relax. We'll be fine.

All of us. Me, you... Abbie.

- Are you threatening my daughter? - Threaten?

God, no. I don't make threats.

Seems to me, you're the one making threats at this table.

You're goddamn right I am.

So where's her father?

- She doesn't have one. - Oh.

- Well, that's quite a trick. - No, it's not.

I went to bars, I met men. It was easy.

Does she have your magic? Your gifts?

She's certainly not a gifted cyclist, right?

I went to the police. I can have you arrested at any time.

David: Arrested? For what?

Drinking tea in a diner or sitting in a park?

- What? - Why are you here?

Because...

He's still inside me, here.

Suffering.

- Don't. - Every day, he cries.

- Just stop it now. - He screams, "where is mother?

- Why did she abandon me?" - Shut your mouth.

I tell him to let go.

I say, "your mother ran. She ran from her baby."

- Lies! - But he refuses. He just hangs on.

- He should hate you. - You lying, insane fucking pig!

You protest too much.

I know you know. He's alive.

I've kept him so. I took good care.

He's here, you know, thanks to my charity.

Any minute, I could change my mind.

I could purge the boy, put him out of his fucking misery.

I thought you didn't make threats.

Well, if the boy's dead, where is the threat?

- What do you want? - I want...

A kindness.

It would be, I think...

Right if from now on, you didn't drive to work.

Instead, you walk.

Barefoot, no shoes, no socks, you know... every day.

And then what, hmm? Then what?

I'm giving you a gift. You see that, right?

Do this... simple thing

and life goes on undisturbed.

Till the next thing and then the next and the next.

- I know how this works. - No, no, no. I promise.

You just do as I ask. You don't follow me,

you don't meddle in my affairs, you just do this and I vanish.

You arrogant fucking...

I don't do what you say anymore, you understand?

I don't negotiate. I don't take orders. I don't look away.

So whatever you think that you're doing, it'll fail.

Because I'll be there ready.

Come after me, come after my child,

I swear to god, I will kill you.

You kill me, you kill him.

There is no him.

I just want you to be happy.

That's why I'm here.

Barefoot, every morning.

We wouldn't want any more accidents.

Motherfucker.

Happy now, you piece of shit?!

Now, you disappear. Now, you fucking disappear!

Naan?

- I think you need to see somebody. - Oh?

- I think you're having an episode. - What? No, no.

Everything's fine. You've got nothing to worry about, I promise. There.

There you go.

That said...

I'm gonna need you to help me out

by being extra careful for a little bit, ok?

If anyone approaches you that you don't know,

tries to talk to you, you don't engage, you go away immediately.

Why?

Because someone is behaving erratically.

- Who? - Someone from work.

Ok? Someone I had to let go.

- Making trouble. - What's his name, this guy?

David Moore.

- David Moore? - Yeah. British guy. About 60.

You never mentioned any other British people at your work.

I did. I'm sure I did.

Ok, then I'll stay away from old brit David Moore.

Stay away from anyone you don't know until I say all clear.

Here. Pass the chicken.

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by a high-powered rifle shot from some distance away.

Seems to have come to some sort of a conclusion here.

The fugitive, wanted for two and half years, James Cobb,

in part wanted because...

Why are you here?

I'm visiting a friend.

Come here.

What friend?

His name is, uh... David Moore.

No David.

- No, there is. - No David here.

- I know that he's staying here. - Rent room or get out.

Rent room or get out!

How much?

Get out! Get out!

Now! Now, now, now, now, now!

Get out! Get out!

Text me, on the hour, every hour. Just to let me know that you're ok.

Just, just write "ok." Can you do that?

How about I, uh... I'll make it worth your while?

Twenty dollars a text, hmm?

That's a pretty good way to make some pocket money.

Don't you think, smidge?

Smidgen?

- Pow.

What is this?

- What the hell are you doing here? - Peter: Margaret.

- What is he doing here? - Relax. Why don't you take a seat?

Can you answer the question, Abbie?

- I called him. - You did... did what?

She's concerned. All right? I'm concerned.

You haven't been to work in a week.

Abbie says you're out every night, all night.

You let a total stranger into our house.

- He's your boyfriend. - I don't have a boyfriend.

Don't treat me like I'm a fucking infant.

- I know what you two do. - Margaret: Don't curse.

The point is, we're here to help.

- I'm fine. - You are not fine!

I need to talk to you on our own.

- Abbie, give us a minute. - I'm trying to help you.

Get to your room. Can you go to your room now?

- Please! - Now.

- Please! - Abbie, go to your fucking room.

How dare you come to my house uninvited?

It's important that I know that you're all right.

Well, I am all right. As far as you're concerned, I'm always all right.

Peter: Look, we're friends.

Ok, no, we are friends, and when I see a friend that's in trouble...

I am handling it, ok? I'm doing what I have to do

to protect myself and my daughter from harm!

What harm, Margaret?

It's none of your business.

Look, I, uh...

I have a number here. It's for a good woman, ok?

- A psychiatrist. - What the fuck?

No, just stop. You are overstepping.

I owe you nothing!

If I don't return your calls, you suck it up.

You don't pop in and you certainly don't discuss me

or anything else with my goddamn daughter.

What harm, Margaret?

If you think that I would let anything happen to her, you are mistaken!

I would do anything, sacrifice anything, for my children.

For them, I'm unstoppable. I'm a goddamn champion!

Children?

When was the last time you slept?

You need to get out.

Oh, come on.

- Get out. - All right. All right.

This is the person I was talking about.

Get the fuck out!

If that buzzer rings, you don't answer for anyone.

Do not open that door.

Do not leave this apartment, ever, for anything,

unless I'm with you, do you understand?

You can't keep me as a prisoner, I'm an adult.

No, you're a child, and you'll do what I fucking say!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell.

- Hey, I'm sorry. - Mom, you lied to me.

I called your office.

Nobody named David Moore ever worked there.

Yeah. He's not from work.

He's from when I was young, and he wants to hurt us.

But I won't let that happen. And I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you.

- You're lying to me again. - I'm not.

Mom, there's no guy. You're just...

You're just saying all this.

You're just making this up to keep me here, to control me.

- No, no, I'm not. No. - Mom, I'm all grown up,

and I'm gonna go away and you can't take it.

No, smidge, that's... that's not right.

You have to stop.

- It'll all be over soon... - Whatever this is, mom.

You have to stop, it has to stop. I can't take it.

It'll all be over. It'll all be over soon.

It has to be over now.

Or I'm gonna leave.

I will go. I will.

- And you won't be able to stop me. - No, no. Shh...

- It's all right. You're safe here.

No, I don't... I don't feel safe with you.

Come here. Come here. Come here.

It'll all be over.

Tomorrow.

I promise.

You kill me, you kill him.

No.

Don't move.

I have a gun.

You know he's here. He's right here.

That's why you couldn't fire.

He's dead, and you fucking killed him.

You know, he's very upset that we're arguing.

Listen.

Listen. You hear him cry?

Shh...

Listen. Can you hear?

Can you hear?

- Get the fuck off me, you fuck! - Listen. Listen!

- Listen. - He's dead. He's dead. He's dead.

David: Shh, shh, shh...

- He's dead. - Listen to your son.

He can't understand why you allowed this to happen.

Why you let him get hurt.

Why you ran.

What kind of a mother abandons her child when he needs her most?

Are you going to fail him, Maggie, again?

Is Ben inside me?

Stay away from my daughter.

She's just a substitute.

I held up my end, but you,

you followed me, you tried to kill me, in breach of our deal.

I think...

I think this calls for a kindness.

Assume the position.

In the park, Washington park, two o'clock till dawn,

every night until further notice.

- Right? - Go near her, I'll kill you.

If you want to keep her safe, then you do as I ask.

It's that simple. I hold up my end, Maggie. Always have.

This is not the time for recklessness.

I'll kill you. I'll kill you.

I'll fucking kill you!

Abbie: Mom.

Happy birthday.

Don't come after me.

Don't call me.

Baby, I fucked up.

I just left him there with that man.

I should burn in hell for what I did.

Abbie: Go to the doctor.

You'll be ok.

What?

Abbie.

- Abbie, no! No!

Abbie! Abbie, talk to me. Come on, please don't do this.

Just talk to me!

Abbie? Abbie!

Abbie, stop!

He wants to hurt you!

Abbie, don't!

- Abbie! Abbie, open the door. - Drive! Now, please! Drive the car!

- You Abigail? - Yes, I'm Abigail.

- I'm Abigail. Please start the car. - Look at me! Abbie, don't go!

- Drive! - Abbie, don't go!

Abbie!

Motherfucker.

What the fuck are you doing here? You fucking piece of shit.

- Margaret? Hey! - Piece of shit!

Hey!

- Were you fucking spying on me? Huh? - Stop it!

- Were you fucking spying on me? - Fuck! Margaret! Goddamn it!

- Why are you here?

I was worried about you. Jesus!

What did I tell you? Huh?

What did I tell you? Stay away from me. My children are in danger.

- I don't have time for your bullshit. - You are sick, all right?

You're sick and you need help and...

- And what? - And I am in love with you.

- Are you fucking kidding me? - Didn't you know?

Fucking men. You can't stick your dick in anything

without deciding that you love it or you hate it.

You don't love me, you just annoy me.

Impede my mission once more and I'll beat you till you're dead.

Ok. Ok.

Fuck.

Don't worry! They're coming. They're coming for you.

They're... they're coming for you.

No, no, no. No.

Abbie? Abbie, it's nearly 1:30, and I don't know where you are.

Will you call me?

Please call me. Just, when you get this, just call.

Just, just, please, just... Just let me know that you're ok.

Shh... I can protect you.

I will keep you safe. I will not fail you again.

- Yes? - There's a man here to see you.

All right.

Ballion.

The girl at the desk said your name was ballion.

Ballion. What is that, French or something?

I mean, what's wrong with Walsh?

Maggie Mary Walsh. It was a fine name.

So tell me, how was it last night?

They still work, don't they, the kindnesses?

Ease the pain, quiet the noise.

Make you proud.

Look at them. They, they have no idea, do they?

You do realize that I'm the only person that can see you,

who really knows who you are.

These people, they don't have the first inkling of what you're capable of.

You're a warrior.

You're a champion.

Yeah.

I'm the only one that knows.

I'm the only one that can see the hole right there

in the center of your heart.

This... life,

this... character that you've created,

ballion, did you think that she would fill it?

Did you... did you think that this job would fill it?

You made a daughter to fill the hole, but even that didn't work,

because nothing will heal you.

Nothing except him.

Come to this room tonight.

Ten o'clock.

It's been 22 years.

Maggie.

Be with your son.

Fine.

Gwyn: Hey, boss.

Hey.

I... I just wanted to say, I'm...

I'm glad you're feeling better.

Thank you.

Tomorrow's my last day.

You haven't seen that guy again, have you?

What?

Margaret: You know, the arsehole.

- No. - Good. You're very strong.

Gwyn: Thanks.

All right, see you tomorrow.

I helped.

Excuse me?

I helped, right? I helped you with...

With things.

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

A lot of things.

Good.

I'll make sure your letter's glowing.

Abbie, if you're watching this, it means...

Abbie, smidge.

If you're watching this, it means that something went wrong.

I... I wrote everything down in a letter a long time ago.

Ihoped I'd never have to give it to you.

It is what happened to me. Every word is true.

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I thought that I could make it all ok, but I...

I was unlucky in what happened.

But, Abbie, I was... I was so lucky,

so, so, so very lucky to have you.

A million deaths would be worth the 18 years that I spent with you.

I love you.

I admire you.

I hope that you understand why I needed to do what I did.

And if you don't,

I'm sorry.

But I know that when you have children of your own,

you'll understand.

When you become a mother, your own life doesn't mean so much anymore.

You become disposable.

Gloriously disposable.

Maggie.

So glad you could come.

You look wonderful.

I tried to find something elegant, but, you know...

There's a view.

And I got some wine. Do you want a glass?

Where is it?

- David: Hmm? - The gun, show it to me.

It's in the river. No more of that now.

I got you a little something.

Here.

Yeah.

I saved it for you.

I remember you were drawing it when I first laid eyes on you.

On the beach.

Every morning, there you'd be on that beach

with your pad, no matter the weather,

working for hours on that same drawing.

You didn't know but I was watching you.

- Oh, I knew. I always knew. - Yeah.

Of course, you always saw right through me.

You just watched and watched.

Never said anything.

And then there you were at our place,

getting my parents shit-faced on that disgusting homemade wine.

- Oh, yeah. - It was very clever what you did.

- You knew exactly what you wanted. - Yeah. But... so did you.

I was a child.

A stupid child. And you just kept coming over and over.

David: But then one night, there you were,

at my door,

and... within minutes, a world that had seemed so cruel,

so disordered, became...

Immaculate.

Do you remember how stunned we were

when the sun came up and we realized it had all been real?

Of course I remember.

That time, the life we made was...

Holy.

It was perfect.

God, Maggie, I've missed you so much.

It's too bright.

We both missed you, Maggie.

Yeah.

He's awake.

He's moving.

Would you like to feel?

Come here.

It's ok.

There.

You feel the little hand reaching out for you?

Hmm?

You want to talk to him?

Talk to him.

He can hear you.

It's ok.

Nothing will happen, I promise.

Ben?

- Whoa, whoa.

It's ok. It's ok.

Yeah?

He says hello. Put your hand right here.

He needs you, Maggie.

It's ok.

Do you want to say hello?

To your son? Hmm?

Say hello to your boy.

Baby.

My baby.

Tell him how you feel.

Any... anything you want, he's here.

Ben.

Ben, I...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for...

For being a bad mom.

- It's all right. He forgives you.

Maggie. No, no, no.

You're forgiven. You're forgiven. You're forgiven.

- He loves you.

No! No, no...

No, no!

Oh, David.

David, he's alive?

My son is alive.

He is, yes. He's right here.

- He's inside you? - Yes.

- Suffering? - No, no, no.

He's happy now. He's happy now. You're here. He knows that you love him.

- He needs to be fed. - No.

- He needs to be held. - No.

He needs his mother.

He has his mother. You're right here with him.

You just... You, you, you, you need to relax.

- I failed him. - No.

No, he, he loves you.

I left him, and you put him inside.

I had no choice, you know that. But I brought him back here to you.

Thank you. Thank you for bringing him back.

I have him now.

And he has me.

And I think...

I think that we don't need you anymore.

What are you doing, Maggie?

Just... come and sit and we'll talk.

- I will do anything for my children.

Shit!

Ah...

Ah... Maggie.

You need to calm down.

Baby's crying. He doesn't like that we're arguing.

No, no, no, please!

Let's just talk. Let's just talk!

Don't move or I'll stab you in the fucking neck.

Why? Why did you do that?

I can't fathom this.

I came to you with the greatest gift, and this is what you do.

Without me, there is no him. Can't you see that?

We're one, and we love you!

Stop that, Maggie!

Just... no more.

Just stay where you are!

Drop it! Just... just drop it!

David: No, Maggie.

Please, no more.

No more, Maggie.

We need to go to a hospital.

Together, we can do it.

We can... fix this.

We can fix this, Maggie.

Ah...

Oh, god, someone's hurt you.

But I'll save you. I'll save you.

We can be family.

No. No, Maggie, please. Don't.

You're killing him.

- You're murdering your own son.

God, it stinks! It stinks in here!

He was wrong. He was so, so wrong.

You're a terrible mother.

I am a good mother.

David: You're a murderer.

You kill me, you kill him.

Then I'll have to do it while you're alive.

Don't do it, Maggie. Please, please don't do it.

Don't do it, Maggie.

Don't do it, Maggie. Don't do it. Don't do it.

Don't. Don't, Maggie, don't do it. Don't do it!

Please don't do it.

It's not my fault.

I just did what you wanted.

- I would have done anything.

I came back. I came back.

Because I see you, Maggie.

I see you.

I see you.

Hey.

Hey, you.

It's good to see you again.

I saved you.

There you go.

I saved you.

I saved you.

Hey.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I'm all packed.

Hm-hmm.

You want to hold him?

Ok.

You got the head? There you go.

Shh...

Thanks, mom.

Hey, little fat-ass.

Hey, you.

Shh...

The claw!

The claw!

Mom.

What? What is it?

I just wanted to tell you I'm not scared anymore.

You made everything ok.

So I'm not scared.

It's ok, huh?

It's ok.

(J' "blackwaterside" by Meg baird)