Original subtitles

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-What are you doing here, Jules?

-What was I supposed to do, Iz?

I was genuinely concerned.

-You didn't need to come here.

In fact, it feels a little stalker-ish.

-And what about the lies?

Missing your professional conduct review?

-There might have been something

I wanted to check out down here.

-You promised me you were done after what happened last time.

-And I thought I was. I really did.

But I couldn't ignore this.

-What am I looking at?

-Somebody here knows something.

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-[Sighs]

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-♪ My name should be trouble ♪

♪ My name should be woe ♪

♪ For trouble and heartache is all that I know ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ Lonely ♪

♪ Lonely blue boy ♪

♪ Is my name ♪

-♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

-♪ My life has been empty ♪

♪ My heart has been torn ♪

♪ It must have been raining the night I was born ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ Lonely ♪

♪ Lonely blue boy ♪

♪ Is my name ♪

-♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Well, I'm so, I'm so afraid of tomorrow ♪

-♪ Tomorrow ♪

-♪ And so tired, so tired of today ♪

-♪ Tired of today ♪

-♪ They say that love is the answer ♪

-Mum! Ollie won't give me the remote control!

-No! I had it first! -No, you didn't.

-♪ I'm writing this letter -[Sighs]

-[Indistinct arguing] -♪ To someone unknown ♪

♪ So if you should find it ♪

♪ And if you're alone ♪

♪ Well, lonely ♪

♪ Lonely blue boy ♪

♪ Is my name ♪

-♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

-♪ Remember ♪

♪ Lonely ♪

♪ Lonely blue boy ♪

♪ Is my name ♪

-[Panting]

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[Breathing heavily]

We've got to stop doing this.

-I know.

-No, I mean, we just can't keep doing this, Lucas.

-I know.

You came to me, remember? You always come to me.

-You always let me in.

-You want a ride back?

-No, it's okay. I'll run. I want to do another 5K.

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-I didn't come here to fight, Iz.

-I know.

I'm sorry.

-Yeah.

Do you even see a future between us?

-Of course. I-I... I mean, I hope so.

-Yeah. Yeah, I hope so too.

[Inhales sharply, exhales]

So, what's going on here?

-Well, I've hit a brick wall.

I need to access these files,

but because of this stupid suspension,

I've been locked out.

-You know I can't do that.

-You asked.

That's what's keeping me here.

Do you want coffee?

[Song playing]

-Hey, chicken.

-I'm hungry.

-You're hungry?

Okay. Yeah. [Alert chimes]

Hey, Nigel? -Yeah?

-Hey. -Hey.

-What's going on here?

-Um, I'm rearranging the bookshelf.

-Oh. I can see that. But why?

-Well, I got to look for something, I can't find it,

which is, you know --

it's a handbrake when I'm in the zone,

so I'm just rearranging.

-When was the last time you were in the zone?

-[Chuckles] No, I look for a reference

and I can't find the book, so, you know, um,

I just thought if I could rearrange it

in the Dewey decimal, problem solved.

-Dewey decimal? You're a librarian now?

-Fran, come on, just can you leave me the rearranging?

It's good. I've got this. It's good.

-And you just had to do it

right -- right now, first thing in the morning?

-Yeah, yeah. I mean, have you seen the dust back here?

It's a shambles. Yes. -Yeah. Nigel...

-What? -Sweetheart.

-What? -Can you stop?

-What? -Can you just look --

What are you doing?! -What?!

You're always complaining at me

about how I never get that far along with my PhD.

So I thought if I just get some order, I can get somewhere.

Okay? Sorry. I just -- I'm being proactive.

I'm doing something useful.

-If you wanted to do something useful,

you could have fed our kid.

I've been called in to work for a last-minute mediation.

I've got to go.

Childcare's still closed for the holidays. It's over to you.

-I know. -Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna take a shower.

-Good, that's -- yeah.

I'll get -- I'll get breakfast for Rosie.

-Great.

-Every day in astounding...

[Notes playing]

[Notes playing continues in distance]

-What will Elvis call him?

-Pete?

-Mm.

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[Knocking]

-Good morning! I'm Angela Romero.

You can call me Ange.

I'm the local realtor and manager of this property.

-Yeah, hi. Is there...?

-Isabelle didn't mention there'd be any extra guests staying.

-No, to be fair, Isabelle didn't know.

I surprised her. -Oh.

-Yeah. She's just in the shower.

-Will you be staying long?

-Don't know. Yeah, can't say.

-Well, I'm willing to waive the extra-guest surcharge,

but I will need your details to add to the agreement.

-Mm-hmm. Yeah, sure. What do you need?

-Driver's license.

-Yeah.

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-Thank you...Detective.

Will you be needing anything else?

Any extra bedding?

-Nope. No, no, I think we're all right.

Yeah. Thank you. -Uh-huh.

-Isabelle didn't mention she had a partner.

[Door closes] -Hey, should we go for a walk?

Ange.

-Hi. Uh, I was just seeing if you two needed anything.

-We don't. Thank you.

Yeah.

-Well, it was lovely to meet you,

and I hope you two have a great day.

-Oh, thank you. -Okay.

-Mm.

-She's, um...

-She likes to know everything about everyone.

[Sighs] God.

These people. [Groans]

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-I want to go to the playground.

-Yeah, we will later, sweetheart.

-But I want to go on the swings.

-We're here to meet someone.

-Hi, Elvis.

-So this is Pete.

-I wondered if maybe we could spend

a little time together today.

Would that be all right?

-Are there fish in there?

-Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I think there's a lot of fish in there.

You want to have a look, see if we can see some?

-Yeah. -All right.

After you.

Jumping through the dunes, huh?

Watch the spikies.

Yeah, they're around.

See some shells here?

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-Hey, mate. How are ya? -G'day. How you going?

-Yeah, good, good. -Good.

-Yeah, what do you think?

-Oh, she's a little bit weather-beaten.

-Oh, yeah. "Loved." I like to say it's loved.

New bearings in the trailer. Just got that done.

-The 50 outboard, just been serviced, so, good to go.

-Yeah, it looks like she's been in the water a bit, doesn't it?

-Yeah. Been in the water a lot.

Like, I've had a lot of fun with this girl,

me and the boys,

but I think it's time for an upgrade.

-Yeah. Yeah.

What sort of price are you looking at?

-Um...

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

-It's done. Sold it. He's bringing the cash tomorrow.

-No, he's not. -What? Yes, he is.

-I know a tire kicker. when I see one.

Spot him a mile off.

"Oh, we love the area.

We're thinking of buying a beach house."

They never do.

-Yeah, but this is a little different, though.

-Just as long as it's gone by the street party.

Did Ben talk to Barb yet? The council meeting's next week.

-Uh, I don't know. I didn't ask him to report back.

-No. Absolutely not. Put it away.

-No, I've washed it, okay?

There is no sand in there. -Sand's like glitter.

Look, I can already see it all over the chair, Lucas.

I'm going to the office.

[Door opens and closes]

-How long are you staying?

-I don't have to be back until Friday.

-Mm. -You?

What information do you need?

-Uh, files on Louisa Corrigan. She grew up in foster care.

Her kid's potentially also foster care.

I just want whatever local child services has.

-Ah.

If only you went to your work review, eh?

-Oh. Thanks, Dad.

I'm thinking of trying the family lawyer, Fran.

-Well, if the lawyer's professional,

she won't give you anything.

-Yeah, they're having a bit of a custody scare

at the moment with Elvis's dad.

He's an ex-junkie. Bit of a temper.

-Oh.

You think he's dangerous?

-I don't know. He could be.

-Are you asking me to do something unethical?

-Well, I should know if he's a threat.

-[Sighs]

-Either way, I'm not going home

until I know what's in those files.

-What do you think you're gonna find?

A DNA analysis?

-I'd be happy with a valid birth certificate.

-Would you?

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If I do this and it is a dead end...

...promise me that you'll come home.

-I promise.

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-I know how it looks. I...

I do have a system. Okay?

-Okay.

Rosie darling, Mummy has to go to work.

-Don't go, no. Don't go. -I'm so sorry.

Yeah, I've got to go, but I will be back by dinnertime.

So, what should we have? -Pizza.

-Pizza? Okay.

Pizza for dinner?

-Yeah. Great.

Um, we can put anchovies and broccoli on it.

-No broccoli! -No?

-I don't want broccoli on the pizza.

-Okay, if you say so.

Hey, do you want to play librarians?

-Sure. -Great.

All right, well, do know what a book looks like?

-Yes. -Okay. Show me.

[Door opens and closes] -All right.

-Mm...mm...oh. Oh, dear.

Oh, okay. -[Laughs]

-Where are you going?

-Mum, I thought you had a protest.

-Oh, it was canceled 'cause of the heat.

-Ah.

Well, I'm about to cave and tell Mia

we're going for ice cream, if you want to come.

-Oh, honey, just leave him here.

I'll look after George and Mia.

-I think it's good for them to get out.

-Essie, it's a heat wave.

Just bring her home an ice cream.

Have you got your washing out? I'm gonna put a load on.

-You don't have to do our washing, Mum.

But, yes, it's in the basket.

-Tissues out of the pockets? -Yes, I think.

Mum, please, I can wash the kids' bottles when I get back.

-When are you getting home? -I don't know.

-Why not? -'Cause it depends.

-On what? -On -- On how hot it is.

How busy it is. How long my bladder holds.

This -- This is why I need to move out.

-Are you moving out?

-Yes. Eventually.

But it -- it might be sooner rather than later.

We've been talking about it.

-Mummy, I need to go!

[Baby crying] Mummy! Mummy!

Quick! It's number two!

-I'll get George. You get Mia.

-Fran Hewson? -Yeah?

-Julian Napa. I'm just staying at number four.

-Ah. With Isabelle. -Mm.

Look, I'm off duty, so not acting in any official capacity.

-Okay.

-Isabelle mentioned that she was concerned

about the safety of Elvis Corrigan.

-Did she? -Yeah.

-Oh. What's this about?

-She heard a man threatening the household.

Are you the family's legal counsel?

-Yeah, I am.

But they don't believe that Elvis is in any danger.

-Could be overreacting,

but I've seen too many of these situations end badly.

-Uh-huh. -Yeah.

I understand there are child protection records.

-There are. Yeah. Uh, and they're confidential.

-Just trying to help.

Um, I don't know what this is really about,

but if you want access to confidential files,

then you will need a warrant, Detective.

-Sure.

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No go. She's by the book.

-Oh, God. -Can we go home now?

-Well, no. You didn't get the files.

-Come on, Isabelle. Iz... [Knock on door]

-Hey! -Oh, hey! Essie.

Are you okay?

-Yes, but I'm going for ice cream.

Please say you'll come.

-Oh, I -- I'd love to. I, um...

-Hey. -Oh, hey.

-Hey, uh, Essie, this is Jules. Jules, Essie.

Um, Essie lives next door.

-Ah. Another neighbor. -Yes.

Are you a friend or visiting town?

-Yeah. I'm, uh, Isabelle's partner.

-Oh! I didn't -- oh! I didn't realize that...

-Yeah. Uh, we were -- I think we were gonna...

-Yeah. Oh, totally. I'm, um... We can do it another time.

-Okay. [Exhales sharply]

[Door closes]

-Well, this new Isabelle's very friendly.

-Oh, it's the cul-de-sac. Everyone knows everyone.

-[Chuckles] I'm gonna jump in the ocean.

-Okay, cool. -Yeah.

-Essie.

Hey, Essie?

Sorry about that.

-Thought you said you were single.

-I have a lot of things going on at the moment.

My mother just died.

-Oh. -Yeah.

-Oh. I'm so sorry.

-Yeah, I think Jules was just worried about me, that's all.

-Yeah, of course. -Yeah.

-Are you okay?

-Yeah. Yep.

-Well, if you need anything,

you know you can just call me or let me know.

I don't suspect you'll really want to ask for help.

You're kind of mysterious.

-[Chuckling] Oh? Really?

Oh, well. Is that really a bad thing?

-Ah. It can be.

-Ange doesn't think you're a real journalist.

-Oh. I don't think she's a real blonde. [Chuckles]

Angie thinks I'm having an affair with her husband.

-Oh, yeah. -She's totally nuts.

[Both laughing]

Losing the plot.

Oh...

-Do you want to get ice cream?

-I would love to.

It's just I probably shouldn't pretend

I don't have a boyfriend when he's here.

-Ah, yes. -Yeah.

Okay. We'll rain-check.

We will. Okay. [Chuckles]

Bye.

-Nigel? -Rosie, my love.

-Can we go to the beach?

-Uh, no, not right now.

It's peak UV. But I'll take you later, okay?

-What's a UV? -Ultraviolet radiation index?

Actually, Ro, I'm quite busy at the moment.

Do you mind, um...

Could you leave me alone just for a bit?

Thank you, chicken.

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-Nigel, I don't think we need to be

too concerned about that right now.

There's a lot in that area that I think is really solid

and probably ready to submit.

But if you're going to open up that can of worms,

it feels like you're going to delay everything.

-Hey, Celia, it's Isabelle.

Uh, just checking that you got my piece.

Also, I heard that one of the broadsheets

is planning a big feature on the area.

I thought it'd be great to get in first.

All right. Talk to you soon. Bye.

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[Engine starts]

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[Gasps] [Tires screech]

[Thud] Oh, fuck!

-Ah! My arm! -Shit!

Oh, my God! Rosie. Are you okay?

Nigel! Nigel!

Penny. -Penny? What's Penny?

-Penny's in the backpack.

-Oh, my God. Okay. -[Moans softly]

-What happened?! -[Moaning]

-I'm so sorry. She just came out of nowhere.

She must have fallen. I didn't hit her.

-Are you all right? What happened?

-I'm worried maybe she broke something.

-Broke something? Oh, God. Are you okay?

What should we do? What do I do?

-Uh, yeah, have to take her to the hospital.

-Hospital? Okay. Um...

Shit. I don't have the car. Fran's got the car.

-I'll drive. I'll drive. -Okay, okay.

It's all right, babe. -Can you pick her up?

-You all right? -Daddy's got you.

I'm so sorry. Honestly, she just flew out of nowhere.

-All right. You okay?

You all right? -Okay.

I'll drive. I'll drive. You go that way.

-No, no. I'm gonna sit in the back.

-Um, your shirt's undone. -What?

-Shirt. -Yeah.

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-Thank you.

They triage children first, so that's good news.

I should call Fran...

...shouldn't I?

-Yeah. Yeah.

-It's just that Fran handles crises better than I do.

She actually handles everything better than I do.

-You're doing fine.

-I'm still learning.

-Well, you are an academic.

Always learning.

-That's funny.

-Oh, come on.

Remember, it was you she called for in the street.

-Yeah, but I wasn't there to stop her, was I?

If you hadn't seen her, I mean...

If you'd hit her...

-I didn't.

And you're here now.

She really loves that bunny. -Yep.

Cute little petri dish of bacteria.

She never lets us wash it.

-Ah, it gives her character.

-Mm. -What's her story?

-With the bunny?

-Yeah. -Oh, uh, I don't know.

She just -- She just turned up one day.

I do know this, though,

that my daughter is in a dysfunctional,

co-dependent relationship with her.

Not unlike me and my wife.

[Cellphone rings]

Speak of the devil. Do you mind?

-Yeah, go for it.

-Hi. Hi. Yeah, yeah, she's okay. She's okay.

She just fell off her scooter coming down the driveway.

Yeah. -Rosie Hewson?

-Hey, I've got to go. The doctor's calling.

Okay.

Hey, chicken.

Hello, my love.

The doctor's ready.

You okay? You want me to...

Okay. Do you want me to carry you?

No? Gonna walk. Okay.

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-Hey. Where is she? Is she all right?

-Yeah. The nurse said no sign of concussion.

They're X-raying her arm at the moment.

-Oh, my God. Why was she in the street?

-Ah, she was on a scooter.

-And where was Nigel?

He was rearranging his fucking books.

That's where he was.

-I think he feels pretty shitty.

-Oh, just for a change.

Where are they? Where's radiology?

-Um, actually, I don't know.

It's probably best just to wait here.

Do you want a coffee?

-No. No, no. I'm fine.

-You met my partner, Jules.

The detective?

-Yeah. Why are you worried about Elvis?

-Oh, that guy was hassling Lulu.

I thought maybe Jules could help.

-By asking me to share confidential information?

-Yeah, it's funny.

You'd, um -- You'd be amazed the things you learn about a place

if you pay attention.

-About Pleasant Court? Like what?

-I don't know, just who's pro-development, who isn't.

Who's -- Who's happy, who's not.

Who's fucking whose husband.

Hmm.

I'll leave you to it.

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[Door closes]

How was the water?

-It felt good.

I'm just gonna jump in the shower.

-Yeah, I'll be up in a second. -All right.

-This cool change is days away.

-This heat is killing me.

-Go on. One more won't hurt.

-I've actually started weaning.

-Oh, good for you.

I weaned Ollie as soon as I could.

Reclaim your body, I say.

Here's Fran.

-Poor Fran. She never gets a break.

-Tell me about it. -At least you don't have to commute.

-On her own. -Listening to podcasts.

-It sounds amazing.

[Car door closes]

[Mid-tempo pop music playing]

-Oh, no! I knew something was up.

I saw Isabelle driving away with Nigel earlier

and found Rosie's scooter out here.

-Do you think Isabelle was involved?

-Maybe.

Not a good look when your boyfriend's

a police officer.

-What?

-Detective. I saw his I.D.

-So what if he is?

[Cellphone chimes]

-Oh, my God.

-Oh!

-Oh, come on.

-Oh. She mentions the restaurant.

There's a bit about you, Ange. -Can I please have that back?

Please?

-"Development in a quiet coastal town."

I mean, it seems quite balanced. -Can you give that here?

-Wow, Isabelle looks hot. -What?

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-You ready? You ready, Ollie?

Okay, mate. Let's go.

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Oh ho ho ho!

-Hey, I'll meet you in the car.

-Okay, I'm ready.

-Good night, my little chick.

-Where's Penny?

-Where's Penny?

Oh.

You know what? I'm gonna go and find her.

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-Hey. -Hey!

-Thanks so much for the plug. Look, printed.

All ready to go on display.

-Ah, no worries. I hope it helps.

-Plug? -Yeah.

Ah, Jules, this is Holly. Holly lives in Pleasant Court.

-Ah. -The cop.

You got tongues wagging. -Have I?

-Well, I was thinking I'd stick this up in the window.

-May I, um...

-Yeah. -Yeah?

-I think we need some more time.

-Ah, yeah. No worries. I'll be back.

-Okay.

-So, what is this?

-Oh, it's, uh...

I just thought I'd give journalism a go.

-What's going on?

-Nothing. I had a contact, and she...

Yeah, she published it as a favor.

-"Isabelle Ackner."

-Yeah, it's my mum's maiden name.

Thought it was -- would be a nice gesture.

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-Sorry? What do you mean you left her at the hospital?

-I don't know. We must have dropped her in all the chaos.

There was a lot going on, Fran.

-Okay, well, you can go in there and tell Rosie, then.

-I'll go back in and get her in the morning. It'll be okay.

-No, no. She can't sleep without Penny.

We're gonna be up all night. -What do you want me to do?

Do you want me to go back to the hospital right now?

Is that what you want me to do? No.

I'll sleep in there with her tonight, okay? It'll be fine.

-All you had to do was keep her safe for a few hours, Nigel.

She could have been killed. -I know that, Fran.

Thank you.

Would you like me to say that I fucked up?

Is that what you need to hear?

What, you want to hear me say that I'm pathetic?

That I'm fucking useless? That I'm a useless prick?

That I'm a shit husband?

That I'm a shit father? Is that what you want to hear?

-No. -Does that make you happy?

-No. Do not give me that bullshit.

That is a cop-out, and you know it.

You're not well.

You've not been well for a while,

and you're not doing anything about it.

We moved here specifically so that you

could finish your PhD. -Oh, my God.

-And now, three fucking years later,

you suddenly decide to start reorganizing.

-Honestly? You want to do this now?

You want to do this tired old argument

that we have every month right now?

I told you, Fran. I need some order.

-You know, couples only have three fights, Nigel.

It's the same old arguments.

-Don't you think I feel guilty enough dragging you here,

making you commute to the city?!

Don't worry, Fran, I feel your resentment

every minute of every day.

-No, no, no, that is not fair.

You just need to back yourself.

You've got to stop revising,

and you just have to submit the bloody thing.

-Oh. Right. Of course.

Well, that's easy for you to say, isn't it?

'Cause you've never fucking failed at anything.

-Yeah, I don't give a fuck about your PhD.

I'm sorry, but...

I just want you back.

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[Knock on door]

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-Shit.

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[Exhales sharply]

[Speaking indistinctly]

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Uh...

6th March 2020.

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-Well?

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-Please don't say "I told you so."

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-Hey, you tried.

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-[Sighs]

-You know you need to give this up, Iz.

It's just gonna make you sick.

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[Door opens and closes]

-What are you doing?

-You told me you were being careful this time.

-I am being careful.

-DNA again. Blackmailing the lawyer.

You understand that if you get accused of stalking

and harassment again, you could go to jail?

-I'm not the criminal here.

-Look, it is -- it's over.

You got the files. You were wrong.

Can we please just get rid of all of this

and just get out of here?

-I can't.

-This is out of control.

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[Gasping]

-You're up early.

-Why didn't you tell me?

About the photos.

-What? -Isabelle's article.

-I thought it could be a surprise.

-Well, it sure was.

-Well, I thought you might be happy. Proud, even.

You know, you wanted me to diversify,

and there's big bucks in editorials.

-She paid you. -As if I'd do it for free.

-In cash or kind?

-Jesus, Ange, would you give it a rest?

-I just can't see why she'd ask you to shoot her

frolicking about the beach like that.

-Well, she didn't. That was my idea.

-Well, it was stupid.

-Are you jealous? Is that what this is?

-Should I be?

-This is ridiculous?

I don't care. Think what you like.

-All right, mademoiselle. Your breakfast is served.

-Did you find Penny?

-Oh, no, not yet, chicken.

Yeah.

But, you know, maybe she's gone on a holiday or something.

Or a picnic. She loves picnics. -She'd never go without me.

-She wouldn't. No, that's true. That's true.

She'll come back. I promise.

Would you like me to help you eat your brekkie?

Yeah? All right.

What if we start off with a little bit of fruit?

Oh! Good one.

Yeah? Thumbs up?

Happy daddy.

Right, she is fed.

I helped her go to the toilet.

And now she's back in bed with a book.

-Okay, great.

-Yeah.

Um, I'd like to step out for a couple of hours.

-Out?

-Yeah, I'd like to go down to the hospital

and see if I can find Penny, and, uh,

I've made an appointment to go and see Dr. Osani.

-Okay. Great. -You sure?

-Yeah, yeah. Yeah. -Okay, great.

Um, I might even go for a little swim, yeah?

Get a bit of vitamin D.

[Door opens] I'll be back after lunch.

Toodles. [Door closes]

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-You okay?

-Yeah. [Exhales sharply]

You were right.

I've been clutching at straws.

-You want me to take 'em back?

-No, I'll do it.

I shouldn't have got you involved in the first place.

I won't be long.

Hey, when I get back, do you want to go to the beach?

-Yeah. -Okay.

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[Knock on door]

-Come in.

[Door opens and closes]

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-Look, I don't judge you.

I know nothing of your marriage. Or any marriage.

I don't really believe in it myself.

[Chuckles]

-What do you want, Isabelle?

-Returning this.

Thanks.

Hey, I hear Rosie lost her bunny.

-Wow. You hear a lot. -Yeah.

Where'd you get it from? I know how much she loves her.

-Why do you care, Isabelle?

-I just thought if you remember where it came from,

then I could just help track down a replacement.

-Yeah, you know, I don't know.

-Well, did you buy it, or was it a gift?

-Uh, if you must know, Penny was a product of crime.

-You stole it? -No.

Rosie stole her from Mia years ago.

-It was Mia's?

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[Door opens]

[Panting]

Wha...

What are you doing?

-I just got a call from my super

asking why I was doing an unauthorized check

on a Peter Watts.

You logged in with my ID number.

You impersonated me.

You risked my job! -I'm sorry.

-You just don't fucking get it, do you?

Is that why you're with me?

Because I'm a cop?

Actually, don't -- don't even answer that.

You're incapable of telling the truth.

-Why can't you accept how much this means to me?

-I do now. It means more to you than anything, including me.

-Jules, I am -- I'm sorry. -Yeah, so am I.

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