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J“ the words I have to say j“

j“ may well be simple but they're true j“

J“ until you give your love j“

j“ there '3 nothing more that we can do j“

J“ love is the opening doorj'

j“ love is what we came here forj'

j“ no one could offer you more j“

j“ do you know what I mean? J“

j“ have your eyes really seen? J“

J“ you say it's very hard j“

j“ to leave behind the life we knew j“

J“ but there's no other way j”

j“ and now it's really up to you j“

J“ love is the key we must turn j“

j“ truth is the flame we must burn j“

j“ freedom the lesson we must learn j“

j“ do you know what I mean? J“

j“ have your eyes really seen? J“

Mrs. Marlowe, yes?

Harper, yes.

Wonderful. Geoffrey.

Hi.

- Do come in. - Thank you.

Was it a hellish drive?

- No, no, no. Not at all. - Oh, good.

The m4 can be beastly.

"M4, dreadful chore."

That's what we used to say.

Well, it's a beautiful house.

Yes, nearly 500 years old in parts. Hmm?

What a thought, eh?

Shakespeare.

Or pre.

Uh, look, you must have bags.

Sorry?

Oh, you must have bags. Boot of the car?

Why don't I bring them in?

I can help.

Oh, no, no, no. No, no, absolutely not. No.

You, uh, make yourself comfortable.

The kettle's boiled. Kitchen just through there.

Uh, tea in the cupboard, milk in the fridge.

Just where you'd expect to find them.

Great.

Won't be a jiffy.

Shit.

Can I help?

Uh, no, no. No, no. No problem.

Gosh, broken a sweat.

Started to wish I'd let you help.

Still, I expect you need it all.

It's two weeks you've got the place, isn't it?

Yeah. That's right, yeah.

Oh, you found the tea. Jolly good.

Apple from the garden?

Yeah, it was delicious.

Scrumping, eh? No, no, no, no.

Mustn't do that. Forbidden fruit.

Oh. Uh...

God, sorry, i-i...

I'm joking.

Have as many as you like. Make chutney.

They only fall to the ground and spoil.

Next thing you know, the place is full of wasps.

- Shall I show you around? - Yeah.

Uh, and let's start with the ground floor.

Drawing room.

Oh, now, not the best reception on the telly.

Little bit patchy when it's raining.

Don't know why.

Fireplace is good to go.

Oh, and if you run out of wood, there's stacks more in the shed.

Moving in to the piano room.

Do you play the piano?

Uh, no.

Oh. Me neither.

Now let me show you the dining room.

Good for a slap-up Sunday roast.

Uh, the cloak room. Coats, brollies, wellies, blah, blah, blah.

But, obviously, try not to walk mud through the house.

Upstairs.

Up the wibbly-wobbly way.

Little uneven but hold your nerve.

Clean towels, plenty of soap.

And, uh, good big tub for soaking after a long walk.

Ah, only thing... Sorry, have to say it.

Uh, ladies, do watch what you flush.

Right. Yeah.

Septic tank, you see. Can't cope.

Well, let's say no more.

Finally, ta-da. The master bedroom.

Wow.

Yeah, wonderful view, isn't it?

See the church spire over the trees?

That's the village. A stone's throw.

Jolly nice pub if you're interested.

Ten-minute walk there, 30-minute walk back.

Mm. Clean sheets and so forth.

And, uh, will it just be you staying or...

Yeah, it's just me.

Where's hubby?

Excuse me?

"Mrs. Marlowe," no?

Yeah, uh, no.

No, it isn't. I haven't changed it yet, the "Mrs."

Or the surname.

Oh. Oh.

Well done, Geoffrey.

Oh, no. Please, it's fine.

Wi-Fi password, and all that mumbo jumbo is in the welcome pack on the piano.

Now, key. Key to the castle.

Just the one.

Don't worry if you lose it.

To be honest, you don't need to lock your doors 'round here.

Well, thanks again.

The-the place is lovely.

It's exactly what I hoped for.

Ah. Well, I'll leave you to it.

Oh, if you need me, you've got my number.

And I live just down the Lane.

The cottage with a "beware of the dog" sign.

And even though the old girl's been dead these past five years,

and never said boo to a goose.

Well, thanks again.

- Bye-bye! - Bye.

I think I might have splashed out just a little bit too much.

No, it's gorgeous.

Yes, yes, yes. It is. It is the dream country house.

Can you give me the tour? I want to see all of it.

Uh, yeah, can I do it later?

I just finished the tour with the owner, Geoffrey.

He was quite a character.

Go on.

He was a very, very, specific type.

Very, very country.

And will you be joining him

grouse shooting tomorrow?

That's perfect.

He asked about James, actually.

What do you mean, he asked about James? How?

I booked it under Mrs. Marlowe.

Just... strange that I did that.

Automatic, I guess.

So, what did you tell him?

I didn't tell him anything.

I implied I was divorced.

Yeah.

- Harper... - Stop, I know what you're gonna say.

I mean, I don't know, but...

Look, this kind of thing

is gonna happen again and again.

In one way, it's gonna happen my whole life, so,

I'm just gonna have to get used to it.

Okay.

But you didn't know what I was gonna say.

I was gonna say,

did you know that elephants are the only animal that can't jump?

Just an interesting fact that I needed to share with you.

That is very interesting.

Yeah, and it's...

Elephant dressage events never really took off.

Sorry. Lame.

No, no. No. No, no, sorry, just the signal cut out.

Fucking typical. I was being hilarious.

- Um... - So, yeah, I 'il...

- I'll see you later. - Yeah, yeah. You bet.

- All right. Love you. - Bye, love you.

- Bye. - Bye.

You're not divorcing me.

You're divorcing how...

How I've been for... for the past year.

I get that, but once... once I've...

James.

We... we made promises, Harper.

In a church.

What promises did we make?

If I can know why you married me,

then I can subtract what's different about me now.

- James. - Yes?

Please.

I'll kill myself.

No, you can't...

You can't say something like that.

- You can't say that to me! - I'm saying it.

I say it because you will have to live with it.

On your conscience.

No, James! Just, please...

Stop saying please, Harper!

Stop pleading! I am pleading!

Now, I am sorry you will have to live with my death

on your conscience, but it's the truth.

You can't give this to me.

It'll be as if you'd killed me yourself.

You can't say this. You can't do that. No, James.

No, it'll be as if you killed yourself, and would be fucking unbearable.

That is the last thing I would ever, ever want.

This isn't... it's not.

It's not the last thing because you wanna divorce me.

That's so...

- You wanna divorce me... - That's so fucking crazy!

More than you wanna keep me alive!

- Can't you hear what you're saying? - How is my life worth so little to you?

Because I have a life, too!

I have a fucking life!

You are threatening me.

- I'm not threatening you. - You are...

It's not a threat. It's a warning.

You're fucking threatening me, and it's fucking horrible.

- It's a fact! - It tears me apart!

But when you threaten me into not divorcing you,

that is exactly why we have to get divorced.

And I am going to divorce you, okay? I am. I am.

Because I can't live like... Mwmm

I can't live...

Ahh!

Ah, ah!

J“ ah, ah, ah, ah j“

J“ ah, ah, ah, ah j“

J“ ah, ah, ah, ah j“

Fahj'

Oh.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Hey.

Yeah, good.

Um, I'm just going through the figures you just sent over.

The revisions, yeah.

I just wanted to double-check a couple of things.

Yeah, uh, but, sorry, we can't offer them that deal

if the figures are correct. Our margins disappear.

Margins.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Okay. Call the suppliers and check.

- Hey! - Hi.

I'm ready for that tour your promised me.

Now?

Yeah, it's perfect timing.

- Who for? - Come on, Harper!

Okay. Okay.

This place is pretty cool.

So, here's the garden.

Oh!

Conservatory.

Love it!

And...

The kitchen.

Red walls, that's bold.

- Very. - Yeah, it works.

Shaker, ugh!

I know.

And moving ever so gently into the east wing.

You'll notice the beautiful patina on the flagstone floor.

- Low oak beams. - Of course.

And here we have a generously proportioned living room.

Open wood fire.

- Comfortable sofas. - Uh!

And a baby grand.

- Do you play piano? - I do, actually.

Love that wallpaper.

- Those windows! - Ugh, sunlit aspect.

And, look, check out the view of the...

I'll call you back.

What...

999,

which service do you require?

Police.

Please explain the reason for calling.

There's an intruder in my garden. Um, a man.

He isn't wearing any clothes, and I think he might be stalking me.

Can you give me your address?

It's a village. Cotson.

Uh, c-o—t-s-o...

Herefordshire?

- Yeah. - Oka y.

Does the house have any distinguishing features?

Features? Um...

Uh, my, uh... my car.

My car's parked outside.

It's a blue Ford fiesta. Registration ck61 lzf.

Explain what's happening, please.

Can you explain what's happening, please?

A police car has been dispatched.

Please stay on the line.

I am staying on the line.

Are you alone in the house?

- He's trying to get in. - Police are on their way.

There's a car in your area. It will be with you soon.

I'm scaring you?

Yeah, you are.

You're scaring me.

How do you not understand that?

How do you make yourself into the fucking victim?

- You scare me. - James.

Look, I don't want either of us

to be scared of the other.

Well, what... What, you're saying I do want that?

No, I'm not saying that.

No, no. What does this say?

It says, "he's really scaring me."

What've you said to that bitch, Riley?

Nothing.

- Unlock it. - No.

- Unlock it. - No.

What are you trying to hide from me?

It's my phone.

Okay, let's get him up.

Come on then, my friend.

So you don't know who he is?

Well, he wasn't carrying any ID, that's for sure.

Looks like he's been sleeping rough.

I saw him yesterday.

Well...

I know, I... I think...

I think he followed me out of the woods.

Which woods?

Oh, god, I don't know the area.

I was on a walk.

Um, it was the forest just over the fields.

Mm, cotson woods, the old railway line.

Yeah, that's probably where he was sleeping.

Look, it must've been very frightening.

I do understand.

But honestly,

I think he's harmless.

He didn't resist at all.

Seemed a bit confused, bit of a nut, you know.

Right, yeah.

He stinks to high heaven, though.

That man is definitely in need of a wash.

I'm not looking toward to driving him to the station.

Well, I'm just glad you were nearby.

Me too.

Oh, no. They came really quickly.

Which is bloody lucky

'cause I bet their response time can be really slow out here.

Please let me come up.

Harper, for fuck's sake.

Oh, for fuck's sake yourself.

I didn't come here to be afraid, Riley.

What are you trying to prove?

This isn't about being weak.

Yeah, it isn't.

It was just some weirdo, okay?

And the police said he wasn't dangerous, and they've got him now anyway, so...

End of story.

Look, it's a quiet, pretty village

in beautiful countryside.

I'm gonna do a bit more work, and then I'm gonna have a wander around.

There's an old church nearby, and, apparently, the pub's nice, so...

- Okay. - Okay.

What was that, James?

Your plan to win me back?

Harper...

Get out.

Get out.

I'm... I'm sorry, please.

Get out! Get out!

- Harper, I... - Get out!

Get out!

I'm sorry!

No! You want to fucking apologize?

After threatening to kill yourself?

Don't bother, I don't give a fuck!

It'll make no difference,

because whatever you say, whatever you do, you will never, ever see me again.

Now get the fuck out!

Who are you?

I'm Harper.

Wanna play a game?

Hide and seek?

You hide. I'll seek.

I... I... I don't think I can.

You can't hide?

Go on.

I bet you're good at it.

And I'm good at seeking.

I'm just not in the mood to play a game right now.

Sorry.

Samuel. Go home.

Leave the lady alone.

No. I want to play a game with her.

She's told you perfectly clearly she doesn't feel like it.

Perhaps she will later, but not right now.

Why don't you fuck off?

You first.

Stupid bitch.

I do apologize.

Samuel is a deeply troubled boy.

I live in London, I'm used to kids swearing at me.

Not so used to them swearing at vicars, but...

Yes, but, um...

Just one thing. Do you mind?

You're in pain, yes?

Sorry?

I noticed you just now, in the church, sitting in the pews.

And...

At first, I thought you were praying, but then I realized you weren't praying.

You're tormented.

I didn't approach, but of course, I should have.

I am now.

Do you think I could help?

I don't know if I'm...

Tormented, exactly, but...

But?

It feels more like...

Haunted?

Let's sit a while.

I'd had a row with my husband.

We were separating, and...

But this was...

This was by far the worst.

And something happened.

He hit me.

He'd never done that before.

I... I... I screamed at him, I was so angry.

I made him leave, threw him out,

locked the door. Wouldn't let him back in.

Then, apparently, what happened next

was he pushed his way into the flat upstairs,

went to their balcony, tried to climb down to ours,

but he...

He slipped. Or...

Or let himself go.

I honestly don't know.

As he fell past,

I was looking out.

And he was looking in.

And it felt like we could see each other.

Well, I'm not even sure if that's possible.

Could he see me?

As he fell?

It happened so quickly,

but I think he did.

And that's what haunts me.

I see.

If I may...

I think you need to be understood.

And I do understand.

I can fully imagine it must be dreadful for you.

And, inevitably, you also feel an awful sense of...

Of guilt.

And that haunts you, too.

The seared snapshot image.

Why, yes, you carry it. You...

You see it when you close your eyes, but...

Also, you ask yourself repeatedly,

"what if?"

"If only."

Yeah, I do. Yeah.

It's the screaming.

I think he wasn't screaming.

No, yours.

You must wonder why you drove him to it?

What? I didn't drive him to it.

Well...

After he struck you,

did you give him a chance to apologize?

What?

Did... did you?

No. I...

Men do strike women sometimes.

It's not nice, but it's not a capital offense.

What?

Do you prefer things to be comfortable or true?

Might it be true

that if you'd given him the chance to apologize,

he'd still be alive?

Fuck off.

- Aren't these the questions you asked? - Fuck off!

"P-o"...

"P-o" something, something.

"G," come on, Geoffrey, fire up the engines.

Ah! Pomegranate. Very good.

Ah! Mrs... Ms...

Ms. Marlowe.

Come to paint the village red, eh?

I just want a drink.

Yeah, I know the feeling well.

What'll it be, miss?

Uh, vodka tonic.

- On its way. - Oh, hey, let me get it.

- No, no, no. - No, no, no.

- Absolutely not. My shout. - I've got it.

I've got it. Oh, please.

Franklin, her money's no good here.

Right you are.

Thank you.

Just, um, chalk it up.

Settled in okay? No gremlins?

I saw you at the church a little while ago.

You found the stained glass window?

You know, at dawn, the sun shines straight through.

It's... it's miraculous.

You'd be bathed in light.

Been for a walk yet?

The old railway line.

You can stand there and imagine the steam trains

- as they... - Oi to the oi.

- Pass through the woods. - Hello, Jimmy.

Frank. Geoff.

- Pint? - Of course.

Evening, ma'am.

I hope you're feeling okay now.

- Not too rattled. - Mm, fine. Thanks.

You heard about that business at your rental?

My rental? What business?

Yeah. Intruder on the property.

Or on the grounds, anyway.

Well, surely not.

Some bloke, not a stitch of clothing on him.

Goodness me.

Was a care of the community type.

Stalkers and bonkers, eh?

That's him. Sounds like you know the guy, Geoff.

- Oh, stop it. - Did you find out who he is?

Oh, some gyppo, I dare say.

Maybe.

I'm so sorry, Ms. Marlowe.

No, it's not your fault, Geoffrey.

No, it must've been awful for you.

It was.

But they have him now, so...

Had him.

Had to release the bugger about an hour ago.

What?

You released him?

Yeah. Yeah, had to let him go.

Why?

Not much to charge him with, miss.

It's not like he stole anything.

Just one of your apples, Geoff.

Scrumping! Hang him!

Yeah, we gave him a jacket and trousers from lost property.

- Sent him packing. - He was stalking me.

What makes you say that?

I saw him twice.

You saw him twice.

But I don't know if he saw you once.

It's... not quite stalking, is it?

He followed me out of the woods, then tried to break into the house.

Well, you see him again, give us a shout.

You're leaving?

Fucking wankers.

Come on, please pick up.

Come on.

- Don't tell me there's more. - There's more.

What the fuck?

I went for a walk.

I meet a boy in a churchyard who tells me I'm a stupid bitch.

Then I meet a vicar who tells me that I drove James to kill himself.

Then I meet a policeman who tells me that they just released the naked weirdo

who tried to break into the house yesterday.

And...

I'm... I'm done. I'm done.

I'm just gonna get in the car and go home.

Fuck this.

-Yeah.

Fuck this. Fuck this shit.

That house was the one thing that you wanted for yourself.

What you chose as a place to heal.

And now you have to give it up because of some motherfuck nut!

How long did you say the drive was?

Three hours away?

Foun

I'm gonna do it in three.

And you and me, we 're gonna have a good fucking time.

We are.

We 're gonna go on walks,

and we're gonna eat roast dinners.

And ice cream, and I'm gonna watch you get pissed in the evenings,

and if that fucking weirdo comes back,

I'm gonna take that ax and chop his dick off,

and he can fucking choke on it.

What ax?

Behind you.

So, do we do it?

Just five minutes for me to stick some shit in a bag,

and I'll rag up the moton/vay.

Okay.

So, what's the address?

Uh, hang on a second.

Okay.

Just a minute.

- Have you got a pen? - Yes.

Okay, the village is called cotson.

And the postcode, uh... The postcode is hl89 3xr.

The house is called cotson manor.

Shit.

Come on.

- Oh, hi. - Hi. Hi.

- Did you get any of that? - No.

Okay, the village is called cotson.

C-o-t-s-o-n.

And the postcode is hl89...

Right.

What is it? What's happened?

What are you doing here?

Has he come back?

Why aren't you replying?

What the fuck?

Why are you...

Why are you doing this?!

I have a weapon!

I said I have a weapon!

If you come in here, I'm going to use it!

Ms. Marlowe, what on earth are you talking about?

Geoff...

What the hell is going on?

I heard screaming, and then a window break.

There... there was someone.

Someone tried to break in.

Was it that bloody man? Has he come back?

No. Don't!

Oh, god!

Oh, you poor thing.

Oh, so sorry, old girl.

Oh, don't look Ms. Marlowe.

Sorry about that.

The broken wing, you see. Nothing to be done.

But I quite understand why it gave you a fright.

But there was someone outside.

He tried to get in, tried to kick the door in.

- Who? - The policeman.

- What? - I saw the policeman.

And another man.

I'm not making this up.

Ms. Marlowe, you don't strike me as a liar.

I believe you.

After all, it's already happened once today, no?

And, uh...

Well, as your landlord, it now falls on me to have a...

A good look around.

Clear all of this up.

No, Geoffrey, don't go outside.

No, nonsense.

Damsel in distress, I'm just the fellow.

Geoffrey, don't!

"You have precisely the qualities of a failed military man."

What?

Father told me that.

Time we showed him what's what, eh?

Geoffrey?

That's better.

All clear here.

Now, look here!

Whoever's out there,

I don't know what you think you're playing at, but...

It's not gonna sit well with me.

Not one bit.

Do you hear?

Seems to me like they might've gone.

You really hurt me.

Look what you did.

Stay away from me.

What are you gonna do now?

Hurt me again?

Stab me again?

You're so mean.

You wouldn't even play a game of hide and seek.

But I think you will now.

I will fucking cut you.

I'll do it.

I don't think you will.

But you probably should.

It'll be the last chance you get.

Good, so you're hiding.

I'll count to ten.

One,

two...

Three...

Four...

You should be finding somewhere to hide, I know where you are.

Five,

six,

seven,

eight,

nine,

Ready or not, here I come.

"A shudder in the loins

engenders there

the broken wall,

the burning roof and tower

and agamemnon

dead"

What the fuck are you?

A swan.

When did you lose your virginity?

What?

I'm asking you at what age you lost your virginity.

I've been thinking about it.

I have pictured you.

Legs open.

Vagina open.

Mouth open.

I have decided that you are an expert in carnality.

Someone who has explored all the things that they can do,

and have done to them.

These things now exist in my mind.

This is your power.

This is the control that you exert.

"I must be won, that cannot win

yet lost were I not won

for beauty hath been created to undo

or be undone"

You are singing to me.

Not as ulysses but as sailor.

To dash me to pieces...

On the rocks of this...

These rocks.

This...

This...

This...

What is this?

Exactly.

It's the tip of the blade.

Geoffrey.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no.

Ms. Marlowe?

Mrs. Marlowe!

Look at me, Harper.

So I died.

My arm was ripped through by an iron railing.

My ankle snapped.

My internal organs, crushed.

This is what you did.

James...

What is it that you want from me?

Your love.

Yeah.

J“ the words I have to say j“

j“ may well be simple, but they're true j“

j“ until you give your love j“

j“ there's nothing more that we can do j“

j“ love is the opening door!“

j“ love is what we came here for!“

j“ no one could offer you more j“

j“ do you know what I mean? J“

j“ have your eyes really seen? J“

J“ you say it's very hard j“

j“ to leave behind the life we knew j“

j“ but there's no other way j”

j“ and now it's really up to you j“

J“ love is the key we must turn j“

j“ truth is the flame we must burn j“

j“ freedom the lesson we must learn j“

j“ do you know what I mean? J“

j“ have your eyes really seen? J“

J“ love is the opening door!“

j“ love is what we came here for!“

j“ no one could offer you more j“

j“ do you know what I mean? J“

j“ have your eyes really seen? J“

j“ do you know what I mean? J“

j“ have your eyes really seen? J“

j“ do you know what I mean? J“

j“ have your eyes really seen? J“

j“ do you know what I mean? J“

j“ have your eyes really... j“