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(theme music)

(sighs)
- blazes!

I told you not to fiddle
with that, henry.

- I tell you, it's not fair.

- What's not fair?
(clanging)

- Why does he get time off?

- Detective murdoch?
Well, he's just had a baby.

- He didn't have a baby,
doctor ogden did.

Did I get time off
when jordan was born?

- Well, higgins,
you had nannies help.

- I'm sure they could afford
a nanny.

Look at me. I was back at work
the day after jordan was born.

No time off for good old
henry higgins. No time off
at all.

- But did you even ask for time
off, higgins?

I'm sure the inspector would
have been glad to see
the back of you.

- And why worry? Both george and
I were reared without a father.

- That is not tremendously
reassuring, detective.

Good lord!
- What is it?

- Lads!

- I-I-I am not here to hurt you,
george crabtree.

I am here to surrender
to your custody.

(sinister music)

(door opening)

(crowd catcalls)

(bell ringing)

- Hey! It's not last call yet.

- It's not yet eight.

- I'm looking for a man.

- Bet you are.

(laughter)

- Well, you've come to
the right place, sweetheart.

- His name is alan farrow.

- Well, you're looking at him.

So, what can I do for you?

- You can tell me
where my son is.

- I don't know what the devil
you're talking about.

- Robert brackenreid.

I was told
you know where he is.

- Well, you were told wrong.

- I'm an inspector's wife.

No harm will come to me
if I shoot you.

So...

Where's my son?

- Amelia.
- Mm-hmm?

- Don't move.
- I won't.

I won't! I surrender.

I am sorry
for everything I've done.

I am terribly, dreadfully sorry.

- Where's dorothy?

- She disappeared weeks ago.
I...

I came home from the shops
on a Tuesday.

And it, I mean, could
have been Wednesday.

No,
it was definitely a Tuesday.

- Could we move it along?

Perhaps to the point
of all this.

- My sister has vanished!

She is gone! She took
all of her belongings.

But it's not her you need
to worry about, it's me.

- Why should I believe you?

What's your game here, amelia?

- I have no game, george.
I want to pay for my sins.

Now, put me in jail,
I beg of you.

Let me rot.
- Oblige her, lads.

- Thank you. Oh, ow!
Not so rough.

- Hey.

Hello, ma'am.

Ma'am.

Pardon me, ma'am.

May I?

- Sir, there are plenty
of seats elsewhere.

- My apologies. Are you-you
suggesting this seat's taken?

- Well, no,

But you needn't crowd.

Wouldn't you enjoy more space?

- No, if I sit somewhere else,
anyone could take the seat
beside me.

Screaming child,
a fetid old man.

Nobody wants that.

- Well, then, I suppose
you can, if you must.

- Thank you.

- But mind your manners.

- Why didn't you tell me
about this last night?

- It was late.

And she's given herself up,
effie. This is finally over.

- I doubt that.

She's up to something.

- If she is, I can't imagine
what.

I mean, what good does it do her
to go to prison?

Maybe she's genuinely sorry.

- Do you really believe that,
george?

She's got the devil inside her.

- More likely just a...
A disturbed mind.

- I'll say.

And she won't say
where dorothy is?

- Just that she's disappeared.
(effie sighs)

Effie, look, she's surrendered.

This is over.

(chuckles ruefully)

- Our nightmare may be over,
george,

But amelia's is just beginning.

- I said I was sorry.
What more do you want?

- So help me god,
I will prosecute you
to the full extent of the law.

- What does that mean?

- It means that you are going
to be very old when you get out
of prison.

- Oh.

- This is no game.

- Oh.

- Where's your sister?
- I don't know!

I told you, she abandoned me.
I have no one.

- Oh, maybe, if you're lucky,
you'll find a friend in jail.

- Oh, I don't like you.

- The feeling is mutual.

- George, tell her
to stop being so horrible.

Well, I was hoping
it wouldn't come to this, but...

Can you please contact
this person?

Thank you!

- What did she give you?

- A telephone number.

- And you're going to call it?

- Well, I ha... Effie,

No matter what she did,
she has rights.

Look, I completely understand
how you feel.

- I don't think that you do.

- Effie, she's not well.

- George, I know!

But she should not be out freely
wandering the streets.

- Trouble in paradise?

- Hopefully not for much longer.

- I'd say that amelia woman
is in need of treatment,

Not incarceration.

- Well, try telling effie that.

- Dog...

Canis lupus.

Cat - felis catus.

Donkey - equus
africanus asinus.

Radish -
raphanus sativus.

You see, sweetheart,

Everything in this world
has its purpose.

Nothing is random.

- You do realize she hasn't
the foggiest idea
what you're saying?

- Not true, julia.
I am of firm belief

That she does understand...
On a primal level.

- Oh, you can't be serious,
william. She's a baby.

Her only needs are satisfied
by touch and nourishment.

Besides which,
she's asleep.

- The subconscious is hard
at work.

Have you learned nothing
from our friend, dr. Freud?

- Oh, please! You said his ideas
were hogwash.

Have you forgotten?
- Some have merit.

Children drink in
their surroundings.

Why should we not equip
our child

With all of the tools
to excel?

All of them.

- Well, I'd wake her up
beforehand.

- If you can, thank you.

- She's out for blood,
inspector.

I've never seen effie
like this before.

- Well, you can't blame her. She
was kidnapped and put in a tree.

- Sir, did you take time off
work when you had your boys?

When you were a new father,
I mean, did you take leave
from work?

- What? No.

What sort of man does that?

- That's my point exactly.
- Just there.

- And what do fathers do,
anyway, except open their
child's bank account?

Ah, although, maybe I should be
more involved.

- If I was you, higgins,
I wouldn't bother.

You're probably as useless
raising a child
as you are around here.

What is this, this morning?!
Bloody piccadilly circus?
Put it in the tray.

I'll tell you one thing.

I didn't miss one day
at the station
when my lads were toddlers.

Not one day!
By the way,

Have either of you
seen my wife this morning?

She was out the door
and gone without a word
by the time I woke up.

- No, sir.

- I haven't seen her, either.

- Oh.

No, no? Ah. Thank you.

- I see.

Then, could you please
tell mr. Strange
that llewellyn watts called?

That's l-l-e--

No, no, no, no.
It's two ls.

Well, four altogether.
Ah, with a y.

- You there! Give it back.

I said, give it back!

- Well advised to listen
to the lady. Go. Yeah.

(man): Do you believe that?

- That's some pistol.

Army issue.

Ah, sure looks it.

Same one issued to me
in the boer war.

- It's my husband's.

- Ah!

Yeah. I should have known.

Of course, a woman like you
would be married.

Good ones are, indeed,
always taken.

- Well, he was meant to go to...

Well, he was meant
to be sent to...

- Serbia.
- Serbia.

But the paperwork was mixed up
and they sent him to siberia.

- Gentlemen.

- Ah, good morning.
Inspector thomas brackenreid.

How can we help you, ma'am?

- You can take me to my client,
miss amelia ernst.

- You're a lawyer?
I telephoned a lawyer?

- Clever man. And now I am here.

- And what's your name?

- Edwina walmsley.

And have you charged
miss ernst?

- Not as of yet.

- Then I would appreciate
talking to her.

And you must be george crabtree?

- Yes.

- I see.

Inspector, I would like this man
removed from any involvement
in this case.

- Would you now?

- Do you agree?
- I do not.

- That will be duly reported.

I'll not let that poor woman
be jailed without a fight.

- I'll have constable crabtree
escort you to her right away.

- Of course you will.

Shall we?

- So I took the first train.

- Your son is fortunate
to have such devotion.

- I appreciate you saying so.

Bobby's a good boy, really.
We can fix this.

- What does your husband advise?

- Prefer not to talk
about him, if you don't mind.

- Of course.

(sighs)

- He's washed his hands
of his own flesh and blood.

How anyone can do that
is beyond me.

But thomas...

He's so stubborn.

- Ah, I'm sure he's not
a bad man.

He's just hurting.
You both are.

- Well, he's difficult
when he wants to be.

Won't budge
if it doesn't serve him.

Anyway...

Doesn't matter.

What's important is that I find
my son before it's too late.

- Any idea where he might be?

- Mm, somewhere in windsor. Mm.

I have a name.

(clears throat)

Jimmy seaton.

- I know that name.

Listen, I know the city.

I know where
to find jimmy, too.

- Thank you, mr. Appleby.

- Call me charlie.

- I will not.

And I don't need your charity.

I can take care of myself.

(chuckling)
- so I've seen.

But it would be wise to
have someone look out for you.

And I'm not interested
in your charity either.

I expect to be paid. 25 dollars
to look, 50 if I find him.

- Why do you want to help me?

- You're a veteran's wife.

I need the money.

- Sir, you have a deal.

(laughs)
(clears throat)

- Ooh. Oh...

- Ooh.

Well, I, uh...

I can try the lodge
down the road.

They might have something.

- Oh, nonsense.

I wouldn't put you
out in the cold.

This will do just fine until
another room becomes available.

- Ooh. Too kind, margaret.
- Hm.

- Thank you.

- It's late. Get a fresh
start in the morning.

- I must tell you, margaret,

I admire your determination.

The strength it must have taken
to make this trip alone.

- It's nothing.

Any mother
would do the same.

- I'm not so sure.

You're a special woman,
margaret brackenreid.

And if you were my wife, I'd
never let you out of my sight.

- Well...

He doesn't even know
that I've gone.

He certainly
would have forbade it.
(chuckles)

- So, you're a woman
who knows her own mind.

- Yes.

Yes, I suppose I am.

Hm.

- Amelia hired a lawyer?

Why didn't you say so?
I could have done something.

- Well, not last night
you couldn't have.

I was trying
to save you undue stress.

- Stop treating me like
I can't handle bad news, george!

How utterly maddening.

- Last time I checked, the boys
around here hang in this area.

How you doing, jimmy?

- Appleby. What do you want?

- This is margaret.
We're looking for her son.

- What the devil have I got
to do with this? I don't owe you
anything, or her.

Your son got a name?

- Ah, bobby brackenreid.
- Never heard of him.

- Just a minute.

Your cousin's
johnny meade, isn't he?

- What's he got to do with this?

- He's an old friend.

He said I could always
count on you.

- Roger shipley said he might
be taking on a new man.

- Shipley, uh?

- The auto shop off stanley.

Last I saw roger, he was
with some strange sort.

Could be your boy.

Let's go, boys.

(sinister music)

- Do you think it's bobby?

- Could be.

- Thank you.

It's so kind of you to help,
but why are you doing this?

- I like you, margaret,

You're a good woman.

And I hope you find your son
and talk some sense into him.

- Do you have any children?

- I did.

If my son were still with us,
he'd be about bobby's age.

- You lost a son.

I'm so sorry.

- Margaret, I'm going to go see
about our friend, roger.

Where I'm going
is no place for a lady.

- I am going with you.
Bobby is my son!

- No, you can't.

I'll let you know
everything I find out.

I'll see you tonight.

- Ah!

What's this, then?

- Oh! Morning, sir.

- William's been going on and on
about visual learning.

He thinks susannah is the
cleverest baby in the world.

Honestly, it's madness.

Is everything all right?

- I can't seem to find margaret.

- What? My goodness.

- What's happened?

- Oh, I-I'll tell you
when I find her.

You two have been working
together.

Do you have a sense of
where she could have gone?

- Uh...

Well, she did take an interest
in a patient she was
tending to at the hospital.

It was quite unusual.

She was very secretive about it.

Could that have anything
to do with it?

- Possibly. Can you tell
me anything else?

- Uh, the name...

Donna farrow comes to mind.

Do you recognize that name?

- Thank you.

- I'm sure she'll be all right.

- Will you be requiring
my assistance, sir?

- No, murdoch, this is purely
a personal matter.

Right, I better be on my way.
Thank you for the tea.

Good day.

- Your client committed truly
reprehensible acts of violence.

Abduction,
unwilful confinement.

She threatened her victims at
both knife point and gun point.

I swear to you,
miss walmsley,

Amelia will face
severe consequences.

She will never see daylight
again.

- Can I just say,
I am a huge admirer of yours.

Being here in this room with you
is such an honour.

- I'm sor-- excuse me?

- Were it not for you,
I might not be where I am today.

Your courage as the first female
lawyer

To graduate from
the university of toronto

Inspired me
in ways you cannot fathom.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

However, miss newsome,
you don't have a case.

- What are you talking about?
Of course I have a case.

- George crabtree lied
to my client.

- Pants on fire!

- Throw out everything
miss ernst said before.

Amelia
recants her confession.

- Are you mad?

You've been spending too much
time with your client,
miss walmsley!

- Whatever happened
between amelia ernst
and george crabtree

Happened at
mr. Crabtree's insistence.

He tricked her.
He wanted to marry her.

Amelia is well within her rights

To charge mr. Crabtree
with breach of promise.

- The bartender told me
that you spoke to my wife.

What were you talking about?

- Didn't talk to her.
She went straight to farrow.

- Bloody hell.
Where is that scumbag?

- I don't know.
Your wife waved a gun at him.

- A gun?

- I saw it plain as day.

- Any idea what he told her?

- Sent her to windsor, I think.

Something about her son.

- Here, have one on me.

(mysterious music)

- Good evening, constable.

This prisoner has requested
to speak with me.

- No one told me that.

- Please,

I'm a lawyer.
I'll be quick.

- Five minutes.

- Are you supposed to be here?
- I make the rules.

- Are you sure about that?

George has gotten himself
into a real pickle over this.

He's not who he pretends to be,
effie. You'll see.

Have you any idea
the promises he's made?

The lies he spewed?

He lies and lies.

- You're the liar, amelia.
You're not fooling anyone.

- You think you're better
than me?

You think
he won't leave you, too?

Well, let's check
back in again in six months.

Compare notes.

- Sounds lovely.

At least I'll know
where to find you.

Now, what exactly did george
say to you that you find
so deceitful?

- Oh, only that it was love
everlasting.

That I was his one,
his only.

The usual nonsense.

- Nonsense?
- Of course.

But who can blame him?

He is but a man, he knows
not what he does.

Men are so fickle,
aren't they?

I don't need to tell you this.

And let's not forget dear
emily grace,

The woman george would have
married had he not failed
miserably to win her affection.

- When I finish with you,

No judge will let you walk free.

Not after what you've done.

It is only a matter of time.

- Get away from her!

Oh, how dare you approach
my client without
her lawyer present?

You will get yourself in serious
trouble if you're not careful.

- It's your client who needs
to watch herself.

You should be careful, too,
if you know what's good for you.

- Oh.
(mysterious music)

- Bobby?

- You shouldn't be out here
alone, lady.

Lest that's what you want.

- Just leave me alone!
Stop!

Please! Stop. I'll give you
whatever you want, just stop!

- I'll show you what I want.

- You touch her again,
you won't walk out of here.

(laughing)

- Try me.

(whimpers)

You all right?
- Yes, yes.

- From now on, you don't do
anything without me.

Clear?
- Yes.

- Come on.

- Ah, good evening.
- Good evening, sir.

- I'm looking for someone who
may be staying here.

Uh, the name's brackenreid,
margaret.

Could I please see
your guest log?

- I'm sorry, sir.

- Look, there's only a handful
of respectable hotels downtown

And I've checked all their guest
lists. I know she's here.

Do I need to get a warrant?

- Thank you.
- There you go.

(sighs)

- Margaret.

- Thomas!
What are you doing here?

- It's not what it looks like!
- Who the bloody hell are you?!

- Will you please calm down?
- Who is he?

- This man saved my life.

He's helping me to find bobby.

- You're not welcome
in any of this.

- Wait a minute.

Charlie knows someone
who might know where bobby is.

- Well, he can tell me what
he knows and then bugger off.

Well, go on, then... Speak!

- You think you can shut me out,

Turn your back on your son
and then come here
and tell me what to do?

- I'll handle this, margaret.

- You haven't and you won't.

I paid charlie for his help.

I'm sorry, thomas,

But charlie stays.

- All right.
- What on earth, william?

- If I show her images
on these cards,

Then tell her the word
and the sign language,

Soon she'll be able to tell me
exactly what she needs

Without saying a word.

- She's just blinking, william.

- But why not equip our child

With the tools required

So that there will be no limit
to what she can accomplish?

(chuckles)

C for circle.

Circle. Uh...

- I trust she will also be
brought up on weapons charges.

- We will see to it that
miss ernst is indicted
on all four counts.

- Well, that pleases us,
doesn't it, constable?

- Yes. When is the trial?

- Uh, eight weeks from today.

- So far away?

- In the meantime, miss ernst
and her lawyer

Have requested
that she be transferred
to another facility

While she awaits
prosecution.

- Requested?
- Where will she go?

- Ah, the woodmere correctional
institute.

Well, if there's, uh,
nothing else?

- Thank you, sir.
- Uh, sir.

- Good day.

- Well, that's good news,

Isn't it?

- Yes, it is.

- You lied to me.
- Margaret.

- He's our son, thomas!

You could have gone after him,
but instead decided
he wasn't worth finding.

- Have you considered that bobby
would lead a better life
if we don't bring him back?

He'll go to prison, margaret.

- You are his father.

Does that honestly escape you?

- I ought to put you
through that window.

- Sorry if I crossed any lines,
but, man to man,
nothing happened.

We're not that different,
you and I.

- Oh, yes, we are.

For starters, you wouldn't
catch me in a hotel room
with another man's wife.

- We're both military men.
Both made it home.

Both fathers of sons.
- That doesn't make us the same.

- She loves your boy.

And so do you.

And, lucky for you, you still
have a chance with bobby.

I won't see my boy again, ever.

- Why's that?

- That's a story for another
day, if that's all right.

- Fine.

But don't think you're gonna
get away with this so easily.

Lucky for you,
she's in the other room.

- You ought to step it up,
brother.

You're but a stone's throw away
from losing your wife.

- Thomas!

- Right. I hate
to break this up,

But I've got to go
and see someone from
the local constabulary.

- Now?
- An old mate of mine.

He might know something
about bobby.

(groaning)

(sinister music)

- Yeah, I have seen him
around here.

- Where?

- I don't know
where he could be.

- Any thoughts?

- Well, he was seen with a local
troublemaker, roger shipley.

- Are you familiar
with this shipley lad?

- Yeah, he's known around here.

A nasty record.

Your bobby keeps up with him,

Then he's headed down
a dark path.

Ah?

- What's all this?

- Oh, can you excuse us?

You followed me?

Bobby's no better off
than he ever was.

He's mixed up
with the wrong crowd.

Margaret, let's go home.
He doesn't want to be found.

We have to let him go.
You know that.

- I won't go home with you
without him.

Why don't you just go back
to your drink?

- Someone will find you soon.

Promise.

(policemen groaning)

Hurts, doesn't it?

Oh! Thank you.

(dramatic music)

- Sorry to spoil your dinner,
george crabtree,

But we have a date!

Don't move!

- Can I take the sauce
off the stove?

Dangerous to leave a pan
over heat.

- Yeah, hurry up.

- Don't try anything.

- When effie comes back

For one of her sinful visits...

She'll have the pleasure of
knowing what we have in store

For mr. George crabtree.

- Here...
(crying)

- Margaret,
I know where bobby is.

- You do?

- When I left this afternoon,
I went to a place
off stanley street,

A drinking den
in an auto repair shop.

I think bobby
could be staying there
with roger and his cohorts.

- You found bobby?

- No, I said he might be there.

Now, I can take you there now,
if you-- if you're ready.

- Oh, I need to find thomas.

- No...

If your son sees your husband,
he'll run.

First of all, he's a cop.

You know, he might be
a nice guy, but he has a temper.

- Mm.

- Bobby knows he's been--
he's given up on him.

- I still need to tell him.

- You and me, we're not cops.

You're his mother.

If anyone can make him
show himself, it's you.

- I don't know.

- Once you talk to him,
you can decide
what you want to do with him.

Look, I can't make him
come home, and neither can you,

But I can give you
the chance you're looking for.

Do you trust me?

- I'll go with you.

I just need you
to give me one moment.

- Okay.

(soft music)

Let's go, margaret.

Let's go find your son.
(margaret exclaims)

- Who in their right mind
would go to a poetry reading?

- You could expand your mind.
That might be worth the bother.

- Have you seen george?

- I've not seen him,
but I've only just arrived.

- Bit late, isn't it?

- Well, I just dropped off
jordan with ruth.

Thought I needed a break.
Think I've deserved it.

Fatherhood can be hard work.

- Something's not right
about amelia's lawyer.

- You mean past the fact
that she's amelia's lawyer?

- I'm going to go
and look for george.

- Can I be of assistance?

- If you could find out
anything about miss walmsley,
I'd be most grateful.

- Well, ah, me?

- Just... Stay alert, henry.

- Hm.

George?

(suspenseful music)

(amelia): George crabtree
is in good hands.

However, we will not insult you
with assurances he will be
returned in one piece.

And that depends
entirely on you.

Livery stable number 64.
Come alone.

(panting)

- Operator! Operator,
station house four, please.

- Amelia's crazy.

You're going down
a very dangerous road here.

- Sorry, but you don't know
what you're talking about.

And you're wrong about amelia.

- No. I'm not.

Look, just let me go,
we can both get out of here.

(scoffs)
I swear you'll thank me later.

- No one's going anywhere
tonight, george crabtree.

- Dorothy?

Where's amelia?

- She's dead.

- What are you talking about?

Let me speak to her.

- No, don't you get it,
you fool?

Amelia's been gone for weeks.

It was the worst thing
I ever saw.

- Why should I believe you?

Why would I believe
anything you said?

- Please show him.

Go.

(macabre music)

- I'm so sorry.
(grunts)

Well...

You know what they say,

What's good for the gander
is good for the goose.

- I don't think
that's the saying.

- Oh, yeah? Well,
it's close enough

- Come on.

Hm...

Here you go.

(margaret sighs)
(glass clanking)

- Oi. Whew.

(grunts)

- Go on.

- Bobby...

I just want to talk.

You needn't come home,
if that isn't what you want.

I just need to know that
you're all right.

That's all.

Maybe we should go.

He's not here.

- You sure about that?

(suspenseful music)

- Mother, please, just go home.

- I will not.

Not without you.

- Not so fast!

- What-what-what's going on?

- I'm giving you
what you wanted,
a chance to talk to your son.

And a kindness
I never got.

At least you get to say goodbye.

- Ah!
(indistinct crowd murmuring)

- Oh, I love you.

(chuckling)
- not as much as I love you.

- Mm.

- Mm...

- Amelia, wait, wait! Wait!

I-I-I haven't written
any of your story yet!

There's so much left to write--

- I'm not amelia, you idiot.

And I don't believe
in happy endings.

- Dorothy, don't, don't!
- George!

- Don't!
- George!

- Oh, why'd you have to go
and do that?

We were just having fun,
miss newsome.

(grunting)

- I knew it was you!

I should have known
when you spoke of emily grace!

You're insane, dorothy!

- George!
(gun cocks)

- Oh, I knew it was you!
- No, you didn't!

- You won't get away with this!
- Stop right there!
You're under arrest!

- ...Won't die alone after all!

George is probably
with her right now.

- Shut up!

- I'm just trying to help,
so you better let go
if you want him to live.

Let him swing, effie!

- George! Say something.
Say something, please!

Please, I won't forgive myself
if you die like this!

Please, please!
I love you, george crabtree.

- He's not worth it, effie.

- I love you.
I love you, george crabtree.

- George, hold on!

(grunts)

- Uh...
- George?

(gasping)

- Effie?
Oh! Not too tight!

(grunts)

- How could you?

- Drop the gun!

- Oh, good. You're here.

I wasn't sure you had it in you.

- I said drop it.
- Why should I?

My life is all but
worthless now.

Your son killed my only son.

- Your son?

- Christopher was doing
legitimate time.

Almost up for parole when bobby
beat him to death in prison.

- Your son attacked me! He would
have killed me if I--
- shut it!

- You were lying to me
this whole time?

- I'm sorry, margaret.
You are a remarkable woman.

I didn't mean to deceive you,
but your boy killed my boy.

You understand?

- Robert brackenreid.

- Bobby was just defending
himself. Please, charlie!

What's the use
of two dead boys?!

- Shut your mouth!

- I'm warning you!
Drop the gun, or I'll shoot!

- No!

- Margaret!
- Mother!

- Go and get help.

Bobby, go and get a doctor,
move it!

And you better bloody come back!

Press this on.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, thomas.
(panting)

- I'm so sorry.

- You're lucky she's alive.

- I didn't mean her harm.

- I'm sorry about your son.

- Yeah. That doesn't
bring him back.

- I know, but neither would
killing my boy.

Take him away, lads.

- Done. Here.

- You two aren't going to stop
chasing me, are you?

- You're our son.

I would chase you
to the ends of the earth.

- You don't have to.
- I don't have a choice.

- It's time you came home.

I'll do what I can.

- Go home to jail?

- The first one was an accident.

The second one was
self-defence.

Listen to me, son.

If you keep running,
you'll always be looking
over your shoulder.

- Please, bobby.

I can't lose you.

- All right.

Just don't do anything
like that again.

Please.

- Good boy.

- Milo.

- Llewellyn. What are
you doing here?

- Well, I heard this was
the place

To see the milo strange.

Thought I could use
some poetry.

- Hm.

- Something wrong?

- No, no. I just wasn't
expecting you.

- Well, well, seeing
as you didn't invite me.

But you did invite someone else?

- Just a new admirer.
- I see.

- I have many.

- I've...
I have no doubt you do.

- I'm sorry, llewellyn.
I thought I was clear.

I will call on you.

- Yes, of course, certainly.

(sad music)

- Dorothy will be coming
for you. Watch out.

- Will she?

- She loves me
and she will be back.

- I don't think so,
miss walmsley.

She was using you.

- She loves me, you fool!

You'll see!

You'll see!!

- You know what, george?

I think it's time
we get married.

- Effie?

- Dorothy will come for us,
married or not.

I think we should face her
together.

What do you say?

- I say yes.

(joyful music)

(baby babbling)

- Watching these all day?

I can't see how any good
can come of this.

(baby crying)

♪♪

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