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Just dropping into the conference.

Surprise them all.

Spontaneity, darling.

You remember that, don't you?

The two sons.

Did you want something?

I just wanted to say thank you.

I'm honoured that you write my work.

Still waiting on that e-mail I sent this today.

No disclosure of my work

to any third party as per the agreement.

This includes Helen.

You're welcome.

You've been brought up by the most revered writer in the country,

so why should I give

you a place?

Well, she's a writer.

I want to be able to learn to read, work you know,

to learn to criticise.

How did you criticise your father?

I read his work.

That's not what I asked.

I asked How do you criticise your father?

Nothing can grow around him.

My father never raised us.

He just made us sick.

Umm.

Not caring is worse than cruelty.

What is Son wanted was his approval and he couldn't give it.

Don't you want us?

No.

Look at that go, Phoenix.

My brother didn't go into the water to swim.

But you could.

I did.

No.

I've been invited to an 18th tonight

and my mother is worried that it's going to distract

me from our prep.

I'm not worried.

We've been working very hard.

You're sick to death of me,

and I think you could do with the night out of here.

Your father say he's not here.

Are you going to stay on the floor?

Get a cab if you need to please.

Thank you.

Can I help?

Yes.

Thank you.

Have you thought about letting Bernie be somewhere else this summer?

Well, if Bert is not here, there's no reason for you to be.

I love it too.

I didn't say that.

Didn't have to.

What did he do, Liam?

Did he destroy you too?

What do you want now?

To do my job.

Alberto, get out.

And leave.

Don't lie.

I think you want the same thing I do.

What's that?

Why does he lock my dead son story if he's got nothing to hide?

I want to know.

Don't you?

Use the songs.

The usual.

Yes.

How are you feeling?

Like shit.

I can't find out run to article anywhere.

I need you in the study.

We're still working now.

So where's everything?

Fuck what?

This looks like a virus.

It's taken everything restored from the backup.

Will you never disconnected the driver

must have been running so it's gone down to the

other server.

It's all.

It's all gone, Mr Sinclair.

What?

I wanted to shut it down.

It's the malware must have come from my computer

when I sent you the documents, the annotations.

I'm so sorry.

So I'd like you to be so careless, darling.

Especially when it's taking you so long.

But you've still got the hard copy.

Close that door.

I must have left it at the conference.

Yeah.

It's just simply,

could you put me through the conference centre please?

Yes, no hope.

You've already looked in there, darling.

It's sort of the conference.

It's not the hotel, not in the car

on the House.

Someone has taken my novel.

Someone here has to put you in.

Are you taking it, haven't you?

Ohh.

Tucked it away somewhere.

So neat and tidy.

Where you hit it but.

We all know you're hiding something.

Where is it?

Where is it?

He had been overcast all morning.

But when we were clear of the Bay,

the sun split the cloud bank in two.

Through light onto the water.

Thin films of petrol swirling rainbows.

I was unsteady on my feet as I approached the bow.

Someone grabbed my arm, stood me upright.

I hadn't known how heavy her ashes would be.

How much do you remember?

Bertie, go get you things.

Sweetheart, you're leaving tomorrow.

I'm giving you the space you need.

No distractions, Ellis.

Bring me my bags, please.

I need you here.

You need to write the book.

I've written it.

Then it shouldn't be too hard to remember.

There's Liam coming.

Just carry on like we've done.

You'll be ready.

Good luck, Bertie.

You'll never get in.

That's my work.

That's the feeling.

I married a writer.

So right.

Boys in their mother's there.

But you weren't pampered like that.

No.

Shall we?

Use this.

Won't need to back this fucker off.

Fucking place.

You're waiting for something.

Good start, pick up tomorrow.

Yeah.

What was it?

I remember ohh.

But even from a distance,

I could read something absent in her bearing frailty.

I didn't write that.

It's the end of Part 2.

These moments rise up before me like shards of light

in a shallow pool,

never joined

for long enough to tell the storm.

I don't write that.

You're changing my work, not the fucking writer.

Right.

End of Part 2.

Let's call it a night.

No, ANOVA wasn't bad.

Wasn't bad.

She thinks we're done.

Sure.

Surfix.

Ellis, would you mind?

Welcome home.

We'll be working.

So you've finished it yet?

Better hurry up.

You need to get started on the next one.

In London, How is he?

He's fine preparing.

Darling, collect the bags from the car, please.

Liam, can I see you in the studio please?

To extend our arrangement.

Those words.

The ones you spoke.

They're not his.

They're my sons.

And why has it taken him all this time to write?

It wasn't finished.

He gave his mending.

And.

Then I'd like you to write one.

The shorter the better.

Consider this your first Commission.

How soon can you get this done?

I'll start it now.

Good.

Better get on with it.

Return to normality.

Missed you, my love.

Shall we have some music?

Of course, some shoe.

But for the homecoming, The shoes.

We're getting close.

I call the publishers tomorrow

and let them know it's on its way.

I've already been in touch with them and your editor.

No, you won't.

I'll deal with that.

No more distractions.

You just focus on finishing.

You deserve to.

You've been held back too long.

You don't mind if I deliver this to you?

And then?

And then she walked

along the shoreline.

As far as I could see.

Her dress trailing in the.

Wash wash the tight tight.

The waves.

Took.

Our footprints.

I.

Followed.

After.

The

and.

Which is this stunning?

You fucking did this.

Ohh.

Ohh.

Come in.

Mama.

Ohh you know.

We finished that parcel.

This calls for celebration.

We'll go.

Ohh.

Congratulations, Mr Sinclair.

Tim.

I called it Rose Tree.

Because I wrote it for him.

He was the only one.

Only one.

Who understood?

I found it, you know.

Not his mother.

Not Bert.

Both had better things to do.

I dragged him out of that water.

Real Tart tried to help him.

Constructive criticism I gave you.

He was weaker than I thought.

Depressive.

I know

you've done something that's stupid.

Honest.

Hello.

Right.

You, me.

Swim right now.

No excuses.

Come on, Liam.

Come on.

Exercise mix the day Leo.

Coming in.

Court.

Now how, how, how How do you want to be credited?

How about author?

How's that?

It must have hurt you

when you saw Rosary for the first time.

Of course you wished it was yours.

I did too.

He was better than both of us.

Rose Tree is mine.

I wrote the book.

No.

Feel it wrote it.

You stole it.

But I bet you.

He came to you for advice and I bet you you crushed him.

He's my son.

I gave him every word of that novel

and when he couldn't see it through to the end,

I

did.

You know, I found the original on this server

and I wiped it yours too.

I threw the print out into the lake.

Helen knows.

That's why she asked me to write it and finish it.

Because he knew you'd ruin that novel.

She begged me to save her from you.

You're no writer.

It's not what your wife thinks.

She don't fucking know her.

I know what she tastes like.

What?

Draw.

100.

Fucking.

Look at that.

Is he OK?

I've heard them both, and you were right.

Yours is the superior ending.

His is a great shame.

You can get started now.

I want to thank you for everything you've done.

You were perfect.

Remarkable even.

This is how the story goes.

My husband.

After completing his latest novel.

Drowned himself in the lake where a sun died.

Would be worried about him and his drinking for a while.

We did all we could to save him, but it was too late.

What?

And you, Liam, You were never here.

You signed an NDA.

If you choose to break our agreement, there is another story.

Two witnesses can testify to the murder of my husband.

By an obsessive fan.

There would be writer that took a teaching job

so he could be close to his idol and who

snapped when his hero told him something he didn't like.

I don't want any kind of scandal, but if I have to.

I will make you the villain of this story.

This was never for birthday.

I brought you here to get me the truth.

And when I knew my husband was always going to join my son in the war.

Rose Tree will be their legacy.

The ending.

I wrote the ending.

You have to give me that.

I wrote the fucking ending and I'm grateful.

That's why I'm giving you a chance.

I'm going to call an ambulance

and I don't want to have to explain your presence

when

it arrives.

Much better than you never existed at all.

My version of events.

It's the only version.

You can see that.

You have talent.

You just needed a story.

Tell Bertie.

Don't tell Bertie.

The gates were closed behind you.

Hello

Liam Summers, story of a fading patriarch presiding

over a grief stricken family

has

been described as one of the most striking deadlines of the year.

Here with us to discuss his first novel is the author.

Thank you for joining us, Leo.

Thanks for having me.