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Today we have Letitia Wright.

- Amazing.
- Amazing.

- I love her.
- Only the best.

Amazing work.

Beautiful.

Tamara Lawrance.

Oh, my God. Nadine Marshall.

Jodhi May.

Oh, my God. Treva Etienne.

Right.

Michael Smiley.

He always makes me smile.

- Jack Bandeira.
- Amarah-Jae St. Aubyn.

And introducing us...

Eva-Arianna Baxter
and Leah Mondesir-Simmonds.

Mm-hmm, amazing.

They just sound totally amazing.

They're so wonderful.

I know, I know.

The Silent Twins.

Testing, testing,
one, two, one, two.

Testing, testing, one, two,
one, two.

W... welcome

to Radio Gibbons, Gibbons,

G-G-G-G-Gibbons.

Gibbons, Gibbons,

- G-G-G-G-Gibbons.

It's 5:00 p.m.

We're your hosts,
June and Jennifer,

and you're joining us for...

The Living Facts of Life.

Today we'll be discussing
how to handle a divorce.

Yes, separations are very tough.

Difficult, but possible to do
while keeping your head high.

Even if you've married
a Scorpio.

No, no, don't do that.

Next time, consider a Libra.

They're polite
and considerate people.

The suffering of men.

Men are dazzled by us and think
women are their superiors.

They get caught up
in a painful web of hurt

filled with anger
and desperation.

Perhaps it will help you
to remember

that men hate women
but cannot live without them.

It's possible
to love someone so much

you can't stand her

and, at the same time,
to want her dead.

I suppose love can also
be destruction.

- Moving on. Let's take a break.

With "Hot Love" by T. Rex.

Coming at you this fine
Monday afternoon.

- Yeah. -

Dinnertime.

You lost.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

- No, I didn't.
- Yes, you did.

You moved.

I win.

You lose.

Liar.

I did not move.

You lost.

...competition.

The, uh, details were
Fleetwood Mac

from the album Fleetwood Mac
with "I'm So Afraid."

Let's call in our T-shirt
winner, uh, Geoff Waller...

You'll never find joy

if you want to be alone.

You will never find joy

if you want to be alone.

I'm home. Everybody all right?

Aubrey, so,
help yourself to dinner.

I'm changing Rosie.

How was your day, girls? Huh?

- How was school?
- David. Greta.

- Good?
- Come down here.

Yeah, all right, coming.

We'll have a nice dinner
today, huh?

Right, let's get the plates.

All of your food, okay, girls?

David, you want to get
the phone?

Sweetheart,
you want some peas? Yes?

- You want some peas, eh,
- Hello?

- Greta, do you want some peas?
- No, thank you.

Mummy feed you
some peas today. Okay.

You got homework today, girls?

Hmm?

No?

I didn't hear an answer.

Greta, come on.

They need to get their heads
bashed together.

One times six is six.

Two times six is 12.

Three times six is 18.

Four times six is 24.

- You stupid or what?
- Boo.

Swallow it.

We're done, Catherine Jenkins.

Run along.

Next up, please.

Do you think you could keep
a stiff upper lip for me?

Just one.

Are you very scared?

What about you?

Are you scared?

Dr. Rees feels this issue
goes beyond the school's help.

Please understand,
I have 1,500 students.

My hands are full dealing
with the ones who are trouble.

I can't do much about the ones
who don't communicate.

We didn't do nothing
to the babies.

- They were perfect.
- Mm.

They giggled.

They spoke to me,

and then it was just less
and less, you know.

But nothing happened.

Nothing bad happened.

You're originally from Barbados?

Yes. Um...
the RAF moved us to Britain.

I am an air traffic controller.

Oh.

We were told,

keep them in a normal school,
Mr. Davis.

Adolescence will resolve this.

They need a good education.

They need to be in school.

They speak all the time
in the bedroom.

They're just shy, you know.

Mrs. Gibbons, please.

They won't get on
in a proper school

if they don't speak English.

We will move the girls
into special education.

We'll get them to talk yet.

Come along.

Girls, come on.

It's a fresh start.

Hello, June. Hello, Jennifer.

My name is Tim Thomas.

I'm your teacher.

Okay.

I've recorded
some questions here,

and I've left enough space
for you to answer.

But if you don't want to answer
my questions

or you don't think my questions
are very good,

you're very, very welcome
to shout at me,

"Mr. Thomas,
your questions are rubbish."

Okay?

I'll close the door.

What do you
think of your new school?

Do you have any hobbies?

Do you like cats?

What kind of music
do you listen to?

What do you like doing
during your free time?

How would you describe
your personalities?

Oi.

What is your favorite subject?

Which do you like better,
sunshine or rain?

Jennifer, June,
have you ever had a pet?

Inky, Pinky, Perkins and Polly.

Inky, Pinky, Perkins and Polly.

Two little parrots
who were very jolly.

Then Perkins died,
and poor Polly cried.

Poor little Perkins and Polly.

Inky, Pinky, Perkins and Polly.

Two little parrots
who were very jolly.

Then Perkins died,
and poor Polly cried.

Poor little Perkins and Polly.

Once, there were two parrots

who were brought up
to live in a zoo.

Every day, people would come
to the zoo

-and see the parrots.

-Sometimes the parrots

would mock the talking people,

and sometimes
they would actually

have a conversation
between themselves.

The people would stand there

-nearly all day

-listening to the parrots'
conversation. -

-The people thought it was
a bit weird -

for two parrots to talk
as well as humans did.

The parrots, whose names
were Polly and Perkins,

often talked of how they longed

to get back
to their native land.

Sometimes they would ask
the watchers

to open the cage doors
and let them out.

The people would often laugh

--and think
the parrots were kidding.

Some of the children
who were watching

asked their parents

if they could take
the parrots home with them.

Sometimes, before the parents
had time to answer,

one parrot would kindly say...

"We're not for sale.
We're not for sale."

And the other parrot
would say the same.

"We're not for sale.
We're not for sale."

"I am a very, very big man,
and I'm coming to get you."

"No, you're not.

You're not taking us anywhere."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not.
Go away, go away, go away."

"It'll taste very, very,
very good."

"No, you're not gonna eat us.

We're not tasty."

"I will take you."

- "No. Go away, go away.

"Don't take us.
Don't take us away.

No, no, no, no. No."

"I want to have their liver
for 300 pounds,

"and then your heart
will only be one pound,

"and I'll eat it.

And it will be nice,
tasty and warm."

I move, you follow.

I follow, you move.

You move, I move.

- I follow, you move.

Girls, you're doing beautifully.

You, me, we, I.

Follow me else you die.

- Come on.
- Oh, Jenny.

Jennifer, why did you do that?

- You all right?
- Are you okay?

Jennifer, why did you do that?

Look, I'll get straight
to the point.

If there's something you want
to communicate to me,

you best say it now.

You see, I...

I think you might be
a bad influence on each other.

It might be an idea to...

split you up for a while.

One of you can go to
Dr. Floyd's residential unit,

which isn't far from here,

then the other one
can stay here.

What do you think?

Are you going to say anything?

Okay. I, uh...

I'll leave the room...

and let both of you
work out who goes where.

All right?

I'll just be out here.

I'm giving them a few minutes.

I hate you!

Oh, my God.

You are nobody!
You are Jennifer!

- You are me!
- Girls. Girls, stop.

You'll be home again
before you know it, June.

Together forever and ever.

Together forever in silence.

You and me.

Me and you.

Come on, June.

Do it for you.

Do it for we.

Do it for me.

Do it for us.

Please.

- Oi!
- Jennifer!

- Jennifer, stop!
- Jennifer, stop!

- Hey, hey.

Hey, come here now.

- Hey, calm down.

- Come back.

I've brought June home.

Okay.

--Oh.

Merry Christmas, puppy.

Everyone's coming over.

I want us to sit with them.

Eat with them.

What do you think?

We have to choose
the right moment.

- Gloria, that one look
great, man. -Okay.

- Hey, Greta, go and put the...
- David, bring the juice.

Mark, you put the presents
over there.

Come through there.
Let's see the baby, man.

- Let's see the baby.
- Oh...

Ah, look at her, huh?
Just look at her.

- It's all I do.
- Come here, look at the baby.

- I can't stop staring.
- Come and see the family, man.

Beautiful, huh? Look at that.

This one.

Should I put the presents
under the tree or on the table?

- On the table.
- Okay.

And...

...the baby might be vegetarian,
but I made her a turkey.

Is that okay?

Yeah.

And, and then
there's the family.

So... there's a mummy...

...daddy, Lucy, Suzie

and Thelma crazy.

So we walk into the living room
and we say...

Merry Christmas.

Said it a bit slow,
but I'll keep up with you.

Okay, a bit faster, then.

Merry Christmas.

Why don't you pop upstairs
and show the twinnies the baby?

I know they'd love to hold her.

What have they been
doing all day

now that school's done
with them?

- Oh, music. -

Reading.

You know.

So, the same.

No. No.

Take her up.

In fact, I think they made her
some dolls.

David, I'm missing a fork.

- Just a minute.

What the hell?

And bring the plates.

- Okay,
I'll bring them in.

- Hey.

Twinnies.

I've brought you Helen Marie.

Merry Chris...

Merry Christmas.

I've brought you Helen Marie.

You can hold her if you like.

Mummy said you made her a gift.

June?

Jennifer, what's in your hand?

Is it for Helen Marie?

It's nice.

I'm trying.

You could at least
say something.

Really?

You've been a burden on me
all my life.

An embarrassment to the family.

You can rot in here.

In your filthy little room,

with your piles
of crumpled paper

and your bits
of half-eaten food.

This is the last time
I make an effort.

I'm done.

Mark, we're leaving.

- We're leaving.
- What happened?

- Did the twinnies say something?
- We're leaving.

Yeah, Mum.

They said, "Merry Christmas.

Peace on Earth.
We love you so much."

No...

Oh, Lord Jesus.

Don't cry. It's all right.

It's all right. It's okay.

After Christmas,
black clouds hang over

the Pallenberg family.

- Beep.
-John Delroy Pallenberg

is a surgeon whose wife,
Michelle Delroy Pallenberg,

has already lost two babies
from a congenital heart defect.

Unfortunately,
their latest child, Wayne Shane,

is diagnosed as having
the same heart condition

and given only two weeks
to live.

Dr. Pallenberg decides on
heroic measures

to save his child.

"Michelle, we both want
the baby to live, don't we?"

Michelle nodded her head.

-"Yes, John, we do."

"And so Bobby is going
to do it for us

"because without
that possibility

our son is going to die."

Michelle for a while
gazed down at Bobby,

his large brown eyes
seeming strangely concerned

-as though he had perceived
something shrewdly, -

curiously.

The room took on the presence
of a heavy hush,

accompanied by the shadowed
whispers of a growing secret.

The Writing School.

"A correspondence course
in creative writing

"will not only improve
your writing style

but help you sell your stories."

Jenny.

Wait, wait.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.

It says 89 pounds
enrollment fee.

Well, how are we gonna
afford that?

Says, "In order to qualify
for the course,

"what not to write about.

"Editors as a class
dislikes drunkards,

"lunatics, drug addicts,

"prostitutes and authors,

"crippled or deformed
key characters,

"unpleasant children,

"adolescents
who smoke and drink.

"Other editorial dislikes
are mental homes,

"serious or incurable diseases.

Funerals are also a taboo."

We could do that.

Social Security number,
name and address.

And here's your benefit.

Look.

Old Julie's outside,

spying on us again.

Yeah, I can see you see me.

Keep walking.

Love of your life is here,
Jenny. Postman.

Has he got a package?

- Jenny, look.
- Did it arrive?

Yeah.

The Art of Conversation.

Open it, open it.

- How do you open it?
- Um...

Push and lift.

We're writers now.

- We're writers now.
- Yes.

It says they accept
our application

with a 33% discount

and we are both student 8201.

Our first assignment
is due in four weeks' time.

Gonna need more ink.

What can
be happening to me today?

I feel as though
I'm swimming in a pool;

by the sea
washing up to touch my feet,

I taste the sweet smell of salt;

salt water running
in between my toes,

salt water running from my eyes,

to touch my cold
and papery hands...

What can be happening to me;

I can reach out
and touch the stars;

I can see Jupiter, Venus;

I can see the galaxy

And then I spot the earth

and see a missing space;

my missing space.

They're all rejections.

All of them.

My second rejection
from Fontana.

And the BBC says
they won't read your play

because they don't know you.

Course they don't want
our stories, Jenny.

In order to write a good book,
you need to feel it.

You have to be inspired.

Or feel something
more than this.

Need love.

Need romance.

- Let me see.

- Is this it?
- I think so.

So many breasts.

June. Look.

Wow.

He kept our cigarettes.

Look.

Oh, he's so romantic.

My American lover.

Jenny.

They're definitely,
definitely dating.

- Yeah?
- Yes, she told me.

- She told me...

- Hey! Hey!

- Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

Where do you two
come from, the base?

They are scared, George.

Did you come around
to see one of my boys?

My boys are genuine
hell-raisers.

You know that, right?

Wayne!
Fuck you, you massive shit.

Go suck a cock, asshole.

Whoa.

Wh-Wh...

What are you doing here?

Where have you been?

Did they kick you out
of school, huh?

Hey.

Hey.

You, uh, ever get high?

Hey, give that shit to me.

Take it. There you go.

Ready, Jennifer?

Come here. Don't be scared.

Breathe it in.

That's it.

Might loosen you up a bit.

Yeah, yeah.

That's it.

June.

You do the same.

- That's it.

- Breathe it in.

That's it.

You two are some crazy
goddamn bitches.

Big breath, right.

- All right?

Hmm?

I think she likes it.

June was born at 8:00,

and I was born at 8:10.

Which is why I have
a good, strong,

a good, strong Aries in me.

Under the Ram.

She can also be
really unpredictable,

just like an Aries.

I can't believe you can talk.

- Well, we can.

There's a lot of things
we can do.

- I'm a Libra.

Of course.

- Of course he's a Libra.
- Of course.

Tell me about me.

What do the stars say?

Do they say
that I have a huge cock?

No.

The apartment was filled
with the lonesome atmosphere

of a sleeping cemetery.

-The buzzing sound

coming from the refrigerator
turned to a deep sigh

as Preston opened it to
yank out a Pepsi-Cola can.

The phone began to peal.

Preston stopped.
His heart raced.

And anxiously,
he thought about Peggy.

She was a million miles away.

Hello?

Preston, is that you?

Peggy's voice attacked his ears.

We're not leaving Malibu.

Are you listening?

I love you, and I can't go
to San Francisco.

I've gotta tell you something,
Preston.

We're not leaving Malibu.

Are you listening?

I love you, and I can't go
to San Francisco.

The pain deafened his eardrums.

He sank to the floor...

...the phone crashing down
beside him.

-He was falling,

floating in an empty
black tunnel,

like a rocket trapped in space.

-A can of Pepsi-Cola

came twisting and turning
towards him.

It crashed.

Just because you've had
a burst of inspiration,

doesn't mean your book's going
to be better than mine.

You're just jealous of my focus.

You're a hack.

Last night's dream...

Wow.

Yes!

Jenny, New Horizon said
they'll publish my book

for 80 pounds a month.

I'm gonna need
a little bit of your dole.

Well, I need that money
for my book

because it's going
to be a knockout.

What do you mean?

You're writing a bunch of crap,

and no one's accepting it
anyway.

Don't be rude!

Look, this is a big deal for me.

Read it. Look.

And what do I get out of it?

Well, when you actually
get your book accepted,

I'll give you all my money,
I swear.

Please.

Yes!

Okay. First things,

we need to take
professional photos.

All right? Come on. Smile.

Let's go downstairs.

Perfect. Okay.

Make sure your face
is like this.

- To the side?
- Yes, looking professional.

- Okay, but...
- Gorgeous.

Yeah, but get that right angle

because I don't want
to look fat.

Does my face look fat?

- Looking great.
- Mm-hmm.

Smile.

Okay.

No. No.

Oh, God, no.

- No, no, no. Terrible, no.
- I don't like these.

- What am I doing
there? -Look at this hair.

What is that?

What is that?
Why did you tell me to do that?

- The composition of this
photo does not... -Oh, my God.

I should have been so much
more serious about that diet.

I've got spots.
Look at that spot. There.

Oh, no. I'm way
too fat to find a publisher.

And finally Michael Hyams,

from 11 Orchard Road,
Dagenham in Essex.

Congratulations, gang.

And, uh, I must say,
music lovers,

I think we've chosen
his greatest performance ever,

Bob Dylan there,
taken from the album Desire,

the one called...

Take it.

You stay there, Juney June.

Don't you move.

One of the best days
of my sweet life.

I had sex before marriage.

There was lots of blood.

Sorry, God.

Your friend, Jenny.

Yeah.

Whoo. Whoo.

Oh, you lucky girl.

It's your turn tonight,
Juney June.

Yeah.

I know I still have you
under my spell.

You think so?

Ah.

Yeah, you're more like me.

That's 'cause our souls
are fiery and competitive.

We both have mysterious styles.

We can be partners
in crime, Wayne.

Ah, are you gonna rob with me?

- Yes.
- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.
- Mug people with me?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah?

You look funny when you smoke.

You want to set fires with me?

- Yeah?
- Of course.

Oh, yeah.

- What? No, Wayne, don't...

- What's wrong? What's wrong?
- Don't do that.

- Give it back.
- You ready?

- Stop. No, no, no, don't!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Whoo. June, you seeing this?

June!

Don't look at me like that.

Get off me!

Sorry.

Why did you do that?

I'm sorry.

- I love you.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I love you, too.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry. I love you.

I love you so much.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I love you. I'm so sorry.

Don't let him
treat you like that.

They make
their way back down the aisle

to the tumultuous welcome
awaiting them

at the steps of St Paul's.

And so, out into sunshine
and bells and wild delight

as a palpable wave
of affection and pride

wells out from the crowd.

Gone from our lives

like the tides from the shore.

I've got no feeling for sex,

but I can't bear life
without romance.

We can't go back
to the empty days

before we found love.

Were it matchsticks you stole?

Hello?

Police, ambulance or fire?

I'm calling 'cause we've
got a confession to make.

What's your name?

We're gonna burn the whole
of Haverfordwest down.

We don't mind going to prison.

What's your name?

What?

He wants to know our names.

Names are Wayne and Carl,
that's our names.

Wayne and Carl. Wayne...

Want to know where we live
as well?

Want to know
our fucking address?

Here's our fucking address!

Come, come, come.

Follow me.

This way.

There it is.

- Watch the car.

Fuck you, asshole!

Jenny. Jenny.

Jenny.

Police, ambulance or fire?

Police, please.

I have a confession to make.

We burnt down a tractor store...

- ...in Haverfordwest.

Yeah, we're here now.

Catch us if you can.

Jennifer Lorraine Gibbons,

you are charged
with the following counts.

You did jointly, with another,

enter a certain building,
as a trespasser,

steal 25 pencils,
one pair of headphones,

an electric clock,
a pair of scissors,

and a carton of Play-Doh,

of a value together
of 40 pounds and 50 pence.

Between the 15th and 18th
of October 1981,

at Haverfordwest
in the county of Dyfed,

did enter a certain building,
as a trespasser,

steal therein
drink and food items

to the value
of five pounds and 24 pence.

And on the 20th day
of October 1981,

without lawful excuse,
damaged by fire a tractor store.

Jennifer Lorraine Gibbons,

how do you plead,
guilty or not guilty?

G-g-g-g...

And you, June Alison Gibbons,

have been charged
on the same counts.

How do you plead,
guilty or not guilty?

Uh, Dr. Hamilton, uh, thank you
for attending court today.

Could you please tell
the court your opinion

on how you found each of
the defendants' state of mind

when you examined them?

And could you give the court

your recommendations
that you have?

My professional opinion
is that each defendant

suffers from a mental illness.

A psychopathic disorder,
a subnormality of such a degree

to warrant their detention
in a hospital

for medical treatment.

As such,
admission has been arranged

for Broadmoor Hospital.

Does Broadmoor have facilities

that people of their age
require?

It is not,
not usual for persons so young

to come to Broadmoor.

Uh, however, I think compared
to the remand centre,

Broadmoor offers a certain
freedom and also therapy.

Uh, their treatment there

will consist of teaching them
to speak.

And we maintain a sort
of village-like atmosphere

at the hospital.

There are gardens.

Uh, we have, uh, hairdressers,

uh, beautiful bathrooms,
and such.

Sports facilities for
maintaining patients' fitness.

Oh, and, uh,
we even have a swimming pool.

If that is your
recommendation, Dr. Hamilton,

then regarding the information
we have as to

their tendencies to be
dangerous to themselves

and to each other mutually,

and in view of the difficulty
of the prognosis,

would you recommend
that the order I make

shall be without limit of time?

Yes.

They giving
the twinnies a life sentence?

Eh?

Okay.

Okay, I figured it out.

June.

June, come on,
this is our chance.

I'll slip out the window,

and you can make a ladder
from knotted towels

attached to
the washbasin taps, okay?

June.

June.

Juney June.

Hmm? Juney June.

Hmm? Talk to me.

What's going on?

Come on, we have to escape now,

or else we'll end up
resident zombies.

Come on, June. Snap out of it.

- Come on, do as I...
- Time for bed!

June Gibbons.

I hate you.

You're a witch!

You bitch!
You're ruining my life!

I hate you!

Jennifer! Get off her!

Stop it!

- You fucking bitch!

June Gibbons.

Hello, June.

I'm Marjorie Wallace.

A reporter for The Sunday Times.

I don't know if you were
allowed to read the article

I wrote about your trial.

I've read your writing.

Pepsi-Cola Addict had me up
the other night until 4:00 a.m.

I couldn't put it down.

You have an extraordinary
imagination.

The vision of Preston drowning
in Pepsi-Cola.

You're very good with tension.

I should like to read
more of your writing.

If you were...

telling your story...

through me...

...how would you want yours
to begin?

Perhaps I would start...

She'll be all right.

Time's up.

She's on short visits
in Intensive.

Please tell the doctor
that June must come back.

We want to be together.
It's not right.

No!

No!

Nurse!

You bastards!

No!

No!

No! No!

We have to stop.

It has to be different.

I know.

No more fighting.

We need to get our lives
together

before Marjorie's book
comes out.

It'll be a glorious day.

We'll walk out of here
as queens of Broadmoor.

We'll be famous.

If there are photographers
at the gates, we should wave.

Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Not bad, eh?

We should stop smoking.

Queens don't smoke.

Mm.

I don't know your name.

- Jenny.

Debbie?

What are you doing?

Ron is going to give me
his baby.

Thank you, Jesus.

It's not gonna work.

You can't just use his sperm.

You're just jealous because
I'm going to be a mother

and you're not.

It's the same game with you.

What, you gonna run off
with Ron?

Have a family when I die?

He'll be your twin.

Don't be stupid.

You're too pretty to die first.

So what?

But if I die,
you'll just get over it.

You're the strong one.

- Fighter.
- Is that what you really think?

Mm-hmm.

No, I won't.

I don't want the grief.

- It's not gonna work.
- Yes, it will.

So, I found out
he's in here for manslaughter.

Yeah, I know, I know.

But he said he didn't mean it.

I did have a dream
about being strangled.

I just hope he didn't use
his bare hands.

Hey, it's your turn
to eat today.

All right. Take a seat, please.

Mm-hmm. Go on.

Oh, thanks.

No!

- No!

No, it's not her fault!

- No!

No!

- Nurse!

I'm sorry, June.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, June.

Why have the girls been sedated?

It's an outrage.

They're lost,
trapped by each other.

They're not dangerous.

Excuse me, Marjorie.

You're taking away their future.

Collecting
a murderer's sperm in a bottle.

What kind of future is that?

They are sensitive girls.

They are writers. You know that.

Marjorie, they just can't
help themselves.

They don't even seem to want to.

When they can show that they do,
I will happily hand them over.

But neither of us have
any control over that.

And I don't see it happening
anytime soon.

I'm not letting this go.

Leaves me no feeling in me.

I wrote you some poems.

I can't, I can't write anymore.

I'm sorry.

I am immune
from sanity or insanity

I am an empty present box;

all unwrapped
for someone else's disposal.

I am a thrown away egg-shell,

With no life inside me,

for I am not touchable,

but a slave to nothingness.

"And how do you suppose Bobby

is going to help
our child live?" she asked.

Dr. Pallenberg gazed at her
with strange remote eyes.

The room took on the presence
of a heavy hush

-accompanied by the shadowed
whispers -

of a growing secret.

He smiled lightly,
taking her hands in his.

Gradually, he persuades
Michelle to accept his plan.

-They converted their kitchen

into a makeshift
operating theatre

and, with Michelle
as his assistant,

John Pallenberg plucks
Bobby's heart from his body

and implants it in baby Wayne.

The parents keep
their secret well.

Wayne grows into
a remarkable child,

very advanced for his age.

But at seven months,

Wayne shocks Michelle
by saying...

"Bobby.

I want Bobby."

His parents didn't
know what to say

because Bobby
had sacrificed his life

in order to save him.

How are you both doing?

We feel fine.

Do we look fine?

You look good.

I look good.

How about you, Jenny?

Have you been eating?

I'm good.

I'll eat when I'm gone.

Marjorie...

Are you listening?

Yes.

Got something to tell you.

What's that?

I'm going to die.

What makes you think of death?

I just know.

Twinnies, the news is good.

Dr. Le Couteur feels
you've improved enough

for him to sign
the transfer to Wales.

Are you being for real?

Yes.

We're leaving here?

We're leaving.
We're leaving, June.

I told you.

Oh, my God.

It's a good day,
it's a good day,

because the sun's shining
and the birds...

- It's a good day. I told you.
- They saying it's only weeks.

Oh, I'm so happy for us.

Oh, June,
it's been 11 years of hell.

We can bring you
whichever clothes

you'd like to wear out of here.

Maybe some jeans?

Maybe skirts.

Sweetheart,

you need to take care
of yourself

so you're healthy
on the way out.

She'll be fine, Mummy.

I'm nearly 30.

Would I be prettier
if I put on weight?

Just a couple of weeks.

It won't seem so long.

You've got your whole life
ahead of you.

You, too.

Transport leaving.

Van leaving.

Jenny.

Jenny, we're home.

Jenny.

Jenny, wake up.

Jenny.

- Jenny.
- Is this a game?

No.

- Jenny?

Help me.

What's... what's wrong with her?

- Come on.

- Jenny.

Oh.

- Jenny!

Jenny.

- Jenny.

Jenny!

Breathe, please.

Please.

Please wake up.

Jenny, wake up.

It's not funny anymore. Get up.

Jenny, wake up!

Wake up. It's not funny anymore!

Please, please, get up.

Jenny, please.

It's not funny, it's not funny.

Stop playing games, Jenny.
Get up.

Stand up, Jenny!

Jenny, get up.

All right, June?