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It'’s funny...

I can see my old self
quite clearly.

Remembering how I felt

is much, much harder.

Sometimes feelings
come back to me when I'’m--

I'’m digging.

or in a dream.

But mostly, he'’s gone.

That earlier me...

could hardly do anything.

Even think anything.

I mean, I could, um...

I could read a bit.

And I could write a bit.

And I could talk...

but I hardly ever did.

That was it, really.

Everything began on that day.

That was the morning I woke up
after my fox dream...

and knew deep down that
The Fat had killed my mother.

I don'’t mean that
he'’d murdered her or anything,

but he killed her
just the same.

He shouted her to death.

I used to hear him shouting
when I was in bed at night.

When my mother married
The Fat, she was pretty.

Beautiful, really.

But afterward,
she got thinner and thinner

until she just died.

He killed her all right.

Hello.

Good morning, Peter.

Hello. Peter!

Hello, Peter.

Hmm?

You'’re beautiful...

little mouse.

Here you go.

Magic.

Aye.

Eat some crumbs.

Here you go.
You'’re magic.

Are you?
Are you magic?

If you'’re magic, you could make
wishes come true, couldn'’t you?

I know what I would wish for.
I would wish...

That I lived in a magic kingdom.

You could be king
and I'’ll be son of...

God.

Like that?
Would you?

You out back, Bobby?

"Bobby had a little King...

and King was white as snow.

And everywhere
that Bobby went,

King would surely go."

We'’re in good shape, are we?
For Mummy'’s funeral?

I got your suit.

He said I was to hang around
while you got changed.

Got a ton of jobs to do
as well, before we go.

Are you coming?

You hardly knew
my mother.

Here, look.

Got you these.

Might cheer you up
a bit, later on.

Thanks, Dean.

Move, boy, go on.

For as much as it
hath pleased Almighty God,

of His great mercy,
to take unto Himself

the soul of our dear sister
here departed,

we therefore commit
her body to the ground,

earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,

in the sure and certain hope
of resurrection

to eternal life, through
our Lord, Jesus Christ.

Amen.

Go on, Bobby,
open it.

Go on. Go on.

Happy birthday, darling.

Happy birthday.

My mom met The Fat

at a time when she was
very worried about the store.

Business was bad,
but then she gave

The Fat an important job there,

and after that,
things got a lot better again.

We used to go there
about once a week

and we'’d visit
all the departments

and I'’d say hello to everybody

and they'’d smile
and say hello back.

I saw the store that day
from the car.

I saw the name "Platts"
in big red letters

above the door.

My mother'’s name.

My name.

Our store.

The most important
thing about me

is that when I was little,

I was knocked down by a car.

I hurt my head badly.

I haven'’t really
been well ever since.

Oy, get up, laddie.

My God, look at the state
of ya. Come on.

Sorry, Bobby.

he wants to see you now,
in the study.

My God.

You look like
my granny in a coma.

Here, blue one
will get you going.

Come on.

Now, come on!

Wake up. Move!

Come in.

Bobby.

How are you?

The funeral was
quite lovely, I thought.

It might interest you
to know that I have

been giving some
thought to the future.

Your future.

I want to see Dr. Forrest.

I don'’t like Dr. Clarke.

Bobby doesn'’t like Dr. Clarke?

He makes me take pills.

Does this mean Bobby
likes Dr. Forrest?

Mm, well...

He doesn'’t make me take pills.
He talks to me.

Therapy?

Hmm. That'’s a joke.

Look at you.

Years of talk and no
improvement whatsoever.

Poor, poor Bobby.

What'’s the matter?

Lights out. Come in.

I just want to say,
Bobby,

how... sorry I am
about your mother.

She'’ll be missed.
She really will.

Thank you.

Stuart, as you'’re here,
would you mind

witnessing Bobby'’s signature
on these documents?

- Yes, fine.
- Please, sit.

Now, Bobby,
can you pay attention?

I need your signature
on these documents,

where I'’ve indicated.

And Stuart will witness.

No.

What do you mean, "no"?

No.

No.

No signing.

Um, Mother said "Never, ever.
No signing." before she died.

She said that?

This is nothing to concern you.

These are legal matters

relating to your welfare.

Now that you are
in my sole care.

She said no.

Look, your signature

means that you
will be taken care of.

That'’s all.

No, she said not to.
She made me promise.

Um...

Look, um...

Surely he doesn'’t have
to do this today.

The funeral, and so on.

Which means it can wait
for a couple of days.

I suppose
it will have to.

I'’ll see you
in the morning.

Bobby, come here.
Sit down.

And what was all that about,
"Bobby Booby"?

It seems I'’ve got your mother
to thank for this nonsense...

a sort of parting gesture.

You think these are something
to do with the store, don'’t you?

And what if they are?

What use would
the store be to you?

Let me spell it out for you.

If you sign these papers,

the right thing will be
you living here with me.

Just as you have been doing.

Then again,
for someone like you,

other arrangements
might be called for.

I don'’t...
I don'’t understand.

Oh, Bobby,

even you are not so subnormal
that you don'’t know

there are certain
special hospitals

where people
like you can go

when you'’re too ill
to be managed at home.

I'’m--I'’m not ill.

You can'’t send me to
a hospital if I'’m not ill.

I think I can.

fWith Dr. Clarke'’s help,
I certainly can.

They'’ll take you.

And they'’ll keep you...

forever.

Think of it.

You'’ll rot there
with all the other loonies,

until you'’re
an old, old man.

- You can'’t.
- Yes, I can.

But I won'’t have to
if you'’re sensible.

All you need do is sign
and it'’s "home sweet home."

I'’ll give you some time
to think it over.

Tomorrow afternoon,
precisely 4:00,

I will pick up
the phone

to Dr. Clarke.

And I will tell him
your mother'’s death

has been a terrible
setback for you.

And in your present state,

we can'’t cope
with you at home.

What happens after that,

I shall leave you
to work out for yourself.

I can assure you...

that if your poor mother
were here now,

she would be
on her knees.

On her knees,

begging you to sign
the store over to me.

You can go now.

Not the howling.

I hate the howling.

Get up.

Get up and get out
of here now.

Peter! Peter!

Peter?

Peter! Where are you?

Peter! Peter!

Peter?

What'’s the matter, Bobby?

Nothing.

Just looking
for something.

You mean, Peter?

Where is he?

I want him.

Oh, he'’s in a safe place.

You see, I'’ve always
known about Peter.

Give me my mouse.
I want my mouse.

I'’ve had a little
talk with him.

And Peter really
needs your signature...

on those papers.

He understands that otherwise,
you'’ll never see him again.

I can'’t.

I promised her.

It'’s Dr. Clarke for you.

Tomorrow.

4:00.

And this is all your fault.

I never wanted
any of this to happen.

I left by the back gate
where the rubbish lorry

comes to collect
the rubbish.

Nobody noticed me.
It couldn'’t have been easier.

I stopped to bury Peter
under one of the trees

by the side of the road.

After that, I wanted to
sit down on the grass to rest,

but I was afraid of The Fat.

I was afraid he would send
policemen to take me back.

So I just kept going on and on
through the day.

Then I walked and walked
as fast as I could

until the houses got fewer
and there were more trees.

First it was fun because...

I'’d been kept indoors
for so long,

but then I started
to get tired.

Look, that guy'’s in trouble.

Hey, you all right?

Um, are you ill?

No, I'’m just tired.

I'’m hungry.

Oh. Um...

Are you trying
to get somewhere?

- Yeah, Cornwall.
- Right, hitching.

I'’m walking.

To Cornwall?
You must be joking.

No.

Yeah, Eve'’s right, Des.
Get him in.

Well, come with us
in the van.

- That'’s Jim, the dog.
- Hello.

- He'’s friendly, just pet him.
- Hi, doggy.

We'’re happy to give you a lift.
We'’re travelers.

My name'’s Des,
what'’s yours?

I'’m Bobby.

Okay, this is Glastonbury.
We turn off here for Avalon.

You'’ll easily get
a ride from here.

Right.

- Thanks for the lift.
- Yeah.

- See ya. Good luck.
- Cheers, mate.

Bye, doggy!

Excuse me,
are you going to Cornwall?

No, sorry mate.
I'’m going the other way.

Excuse me,
are you going to Cornwall?

No, London, mate.

You going
to Cornwall?

Yeah, no problem.
Hop in.

You'’re lucky.
I was just leaving.

Where'’s all
your gear, then?

I don'’t need any things

'’cause I'’m going
to stay with my grandpa.

Well, I finish at Truro.

You said you were
going to Cornwall.

Truro is in Cornwall.

You got any money?

Yeah, some.

You can get us
something to eat

and a cup of tea
at the next services.

We won'’t be stopping
after that.

The truck has to be back
in the yard by 7:00.

Is that a rabbit'’s foot?

We in Cornwall yet?

Ah! Surprise, surprise,
awake at last.

Ah, you were
no damn use as company.

Yeah, out cold
the whole way.

Look, it'’s a fox!

Look at that, will ya?

Watch me
get the bugger!

What are you doing?
No! No! Stop it!

Get over!

Get off! Get off!
Get off me!

Get out before
you get us both killed!

Get out!
Get on out! Move!

Oh, Jesus, hold on.

Oh, my God!

Oh, shit!

No.

Leave him alone.

What'’s that
you'’ve got there?

It'’s a rabbit.

It'’s dead.

You'’re supposed to help people
when there'’s been an accident.

It'’s no use.
He'’s beyond help.

Anyway, you only
help good people.

He'’s not good.
He killed this rabbit.

Yeah, I saw it.
I was with him when he did it.

No, it was a fox.
I saw a fox.

No, the fox ran clear.

This poor little rabbit
that got in the way.

- Look. Told you.

He'’s like the rabbit now.

Dead.

Dead.

You'’re supposed
to bury dead people.

His own kind
can do that.

I have other work.

How old are you, boy?

I'’m 24.

24?

Not yet 18
I shouldn'’t wonder.

No, I'’m 24!

It'’s not fair, everybody
always thinks I'’m younger,

but I'’m a man!

Just feel like a boy.

Why did you bury
the rabbit?

'’Cause it was dead, boy.

Because I wanted to.

When a creature is killed,
I return it to the earth.

I consider it
my work.

Your work?

Rabbits are generally
thought to be

pleasing animals.

Whereas, rats, for example,
are generally detested.

But both are living
creatures of equal value

in nature'’s scheme.

And when they'’re dead,
they should be buried.

And you'’re supposed
to bury dead people.

People?

People are of no value at all
as far as I'’m concerned.

And besides, they can
bury each other.

The animals need help.

All the men kill them.

I bury them.

I bury rabbits,
rats, mice and birds.

And frogs, hedgehogs,
even snails.

But where do you find
so many things to bury?

Well, where do you think?

On the roads, boy!
On the bloody roads!

The car is a killing machine,
pure and simple.

I'’ve buried so many.

Well, you must know.

You must have been in cars
and felt that little bump,

that faint crunch
under the wheels.

Surely you'’ve had
that moment of indecision

when some little live creature
shows up in your headlight,

but you drive over anyway
and then forget about it.

Don'’t you scream blue murder
every time the body of a bird

hits your precious
paintwork of your car?!

Huh?! How many have
you killed, boy?

And why? Why?!

Stop it!

I'’ve never driven a car.
I can'’t drive!

All right,
all right, boy.

Sorry.

I didn'’t know.

I get a bit worked up.

Stop crying.

Please...

stop crying.

Look, let'’s sit down
and have a cup of tea.

Come on,
I know a good place.

Come on.

Can I come with you?

Come with me?
Where to?

You know, where...
where you'’re going.

Where you live.

To stay, is all.

"To stay"?
No, of course not.

You can'’t come
with me.

No, I think it'’s
about time you went home

or wherever it was
you were going.

I can'’t go home.
I'’ve run away.

Well, I can'’t
take you with me.

It'’s out of the question.
I'’ve got work to do.

I can help you with the work.
I wanna help you.

Well, so good, boy.
I don'’t know you.

And you say
you'’ve run away?

Well, that'’s not good.

People might come
looking for you.

I can'’t be
doing with that.

But I could help
with the digging.

I could carry
your things for you.

Listen, are you simple
or something? I said no!

No, no, no!
Now, go away. Go home.

I wanted something to do!
I never have anything to do!

Hey, it'’s all right.
No, no, no.

Come up.
Huh? Huh?

Please can I come?
I'’ve got nowhere to go!

Well, I...

Well, I mean...

Do you--do you really want
to help with the work?

Yes. Please.

Do you like animals?

I love animals!

So, can I come?

Yes, I suppose so.

I mean, if you really
want to come.

Yeah.

Thank you.
Thank you.

You'’re a very nice man.

Come on,
if you'’re coming.

You dropped
your whiskey.

Oh!

There'’s a few important things
you have to remember.

First one is,
never talk to anyone

about the work,
or about me. Got it?

Yep.

The second one is,
you always do as I say.

The third one is...

you must never
kill anything.

You understand that?

Never kill any
living thing.

Yeah, I remember
them all. I promise.

Good. That'’s it then.

Oh, by the way,
what'’s your name, boy?

Bobby.

Call me Mr. Summers.

It'’s gonna get
dark soon.

We'’ve got a long way to go.

What'’s that noise,
Mr. Summers?

You'’ll see.

You see?
It'’s bamboo.

It does so sigh
in the wind.

Come on, boy.

I imagine it'’s the land
whispering to me.

Or playing its music.

Mm-hmm.

Do you want some
supper, boy?

Yes, please.

Come on. In.

Wash you hands
and sit down, boy.

What'’s that for?

The cheese?
It'’s for the mice.

And when the mice
are finished,

the cockroaches come
and eat what'’s left.

It'’s nature'’s way.

So do you feed
the mice every night?

Every night
that I'’m here.

If I feed them,
they don'’t steal from me.

People usually kill mice

when they don'’t
want them to steal.

But I feed them.

Well, I think it'’s time
you went to bed.

You can sleep there
for tonight.

Thanks.

Good night, Mr. Summers.

I'’ll put the lights out now.

Mr. Summers... Look!

It'’s the mice.
It'’s the mice.

I--I used to
have a pet mouse.

He was a beautiful black
and white mouse called Peter.

And he was so tame,
he'’d sit right in my hand.

If Peter was here,

these mice might have
made him king or something.

I'’d like to hear more about
that mouse of yours sometime.

Right now, I think
you should get some sleep.

Mr. Summers?

I did that a lot,
that summer in Cornwall.

I spent a lot of time
watching the tiny things

go about their business
in the grass.

I used to have dreams
with my eyes open.

And sometimes it was
as if I was as small

as the things
I was watching.

I used to go in beside
them somehow,

and everything
was big around me.

Sometimes I got lost in there,
but when I got frightened,

I always came back
to being me again,

so I never cried.

All those tiny things
seemed to be going somewhere.

I never found out
where it was.

Good morning, boy!

Where have you been?

I'’ve been into town,
shopping.

Got a few things
for you.

Come on in,
I'’ll show you.

So, then...

I got you some boots...

and a sleeping bag.
There it is.

And a knapsack of your own.

A thermos...

Oh, yes, and a trowel,
for digging.

And a toothbrush.

Oh, uh, wait. And I...

I got you this.

Well, come on then, boy.
Open it up.

Oh, that'’s brilliant!

I'’ve--I'’ve always...

Thanks, Mr. Summer...
Uh, thanks for everything,

but I'’ve always really
wanted one of these knives!

No, no, no. Hey,
it'’s not a big town,

but the shops are very good
because of the holiday-makers

and the tourists,
you see?

Now, uh, I'’ll get us
some lunch.

And then we'’ve got
to make a start.

We'’ve got some
especially important work.

We'’ve got a lepidopterist
to deal with.

What does the...
lepidopterist do

with the dead moths?

He sticks pins
in them, boy.

Keeps them in cases
with glass tops.

He collects them,
thousands of '’em.

But why does
he have to kill them?

Why can'’t he look at them
when they'’re alive?

He kills them because he sees
nothing wrong with killing them.

Also, they'’re very easy
to catch... and kill.

How does he do it,
Mr. Summers?

You'’ll see, boy.

You'’ll see tonight.

What'’s that he'’s got?

It'’s a deceitful machine.

It'’s a light so bright
that all the moths and insects

are attracted from miles around,

tricked by the light, you see.

We'’re gonna put
his light out.

How?

Smash it, boy.
Smash it!

I'’ve been here once before
and I'’ve smashed it once before.

Is it part of the work?

Yes!

Can I do it?

What?

I don'’t know.

Please.

All right.
Why not?

You'’ll be able to run faster
than me, that'’s for sure.

Now...

take this stone.

Run as close
as you dare,

and throw it
right in the center.

Throw it as hard as you can.

Smash it!

You think
you can do that?

Yeah, I can do that.
Yeah.

Good.

Now!

Run!

Do it!

Come on, for God'’s sake.
Do it!

Hey! Hey!

Get the dog on him!

Good boy.

Mr. Summers. Mr. Summers!

Shh! It'’s me!

Come on, hurry, boy.
Hurry!

What about the dog?

Don'’t worry
about him. Look.

I told you I'’ve
been here before.

Come on, hurry!

Did I do it right?

Yes, Bobby.

I have to say,
you did it very right.

How do you feel?

I feel fine.

I'’m a bit tired,
but apart from that,

I feel really
really fine.

The first day
was the most exciting

of all my days
with Mr. Summers,

because of the attack
on the lepidopterist'’s light.

We never did anything
else like that...

although Mr. Summers had plenty
of plans and schemes.

The rest of the time,
we walked up and down

the narrow, twisty roads,

burying the animals
the cars had squashed.

Curious carving,
isn'’t it?

It'’s an elephant.

Well,
that'’s right, Bobby, it is.

As our bit of Cornwall
got more and more packed

with holiday-makers,

there were many more cars...

And many more deaths.

You maniac!

Get out of it!
Lunatic!

It was important work...

but sad.

Mr. Summers got
crosser and crosser

and took to drinking whiskey
out of a bottle during the day.

He said awful things
about the people in the cars.

Though I thought
they looked quite ordinary.

But he was always
very nice to me.

Aw, Mr. Summers, look.

Oh, no.

Not a badger.

Poor creature.

Must have been
knocked over last night.

Why...?

Why, in God'’s name?

Will somebody tell me why?

He'’s so beautiful,
isn'’t he?

He'’s big. I had no idea
they were this big.

He'’s too big
to bury around here.

We'’ll collect him in the evening
and bury him somewhere special.

Need to get him
off the road.

Come on, Bobby.

Pick him up.

That'’s it.

Bring him over here.

Let'’s put him
over by the wall.

That'’s good.
He can'’t be seen from there.

We'’ll pick him up
and we'’ll bury him later.

Bastards.

Bloody bastards.

Damn it,
I made a mistake.

We don'’t want to be
involved in all this.
Come on, Bobby.

But it'’d be nice to get
an ice cream, wouldn'’t it?

All right.
Come on.

All right. Yeah.

Don'’t be long.

You know I don'’t
much like the beach

with the holiday
people there.

- I'’ll wait for you here.
- Okay.

Thanks, Mr. Summers.
Don'’t worry, I won'’t be long.

Come on, let'’s go.

Bobby.

Is it really you,
Bobby?

Where have you been?

Bernard'’s been looking for you
all over the place.

Come and have
an ice cream.

No, no. Um,
I'’ve got... get back.

- Is there someone
waiting for you?
- Yeah.

No, no. It'’s just, um...

It'’s all--it'’s all right.
Calm down. Calm down.

Let'’s go and get
that ice cream.

- Call the office.
- Yeah, I'’ll call them.

Why did you run away, Bobby?

I was frightened.

"Frightened"?

What were you
frightened of?

Of him.

Of him. Of my...
Of The Fat.

My stepfather.

I don'’t understand.

Well, he was horrible.
He killed my pet mouse.

He said he was going to send me
away to hospital, forever.

Steady on, Bobby.

Look, I can accept
that he'’s...

Well, I mean...

not exactly the same sort
of person your mother was,

but he'’s not as bad
as all that, surely?

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

Um, two vanilla cones, please.

Is that with flakes?

Flake? Uh, no, no,
without the flake. Thank you.

- Without. Two scoops, dear.
- Bobby? Come back!

Bobby!

Bobby!
Wait!

Bobby!

Where am I?

Mr. Summers?!

I'’m lost.

How could you
be so stupid?

Mr. Summers.

Mm-hmm?

I'’ve got something
to tell you.

Would this "something"
have anything to do

with the day you
got lost on the beach?

Yes, it would.

But it'’s not just that.

It'’s my whole story.

You wouldn'’t understand

unless I tell you
my whole story.

That man was...

Mr. Whiteside...

is his name.

It took ages.

We sat and smoked
one cigarette after another

while I told him
what had happened

on the beach
with Mr. Whiteside.

I told him all that

and went right back
to the beginning

and told him
about my mother,

and the store,
and The Fat.

I told him about
Peter the mouse

and about how The Fat
had killed him.

And how frightened I was.

Then I told him
about getting knocked down

by a car in the high street
when I was little,

and not being well ever since.

I told him about the nurses
and the tutors

and never having
to go to school.

I told him about Dean

and running away to Cornwall.

Then I asked him
if I had to go away.

No, Bobby.

You don'’t have
to go away.

Can I keep on
with the work?

Yes.

Can I live here with you?

Yes, you can.

Mr. Summers...

Yeah?

I love you.

But I'’m worried about...

about...

Mr. Whiteside might, um...

tell The Fat that I'’m
in this part of the country.

He might try
to look for me.

I'’ve already told you
that you can stay.

No, I'’m more bothered
about the effect

all this has
had on you.

I'’m going out
for a walk.

I need time to think about
everything you just said.

You do your book
or something.

I'’ll be back
in a while.

Tell me, Bobby...

have you ever
wondered why...

I live like I live
and do what I do?

Because you love
the animals.

Yes, because I love
the animals.

And because I believe
that they are life.

Life equal to ourselves,

and not in some lesser...

less valuable form.

I also have a story.

I want you to
listen carefully.

Well, first of all,
there was a young man.

who went straight from school
to work in a bank.

He worked very hard
and became manager of the bank.

But this took a long,
long, long, long time,

and, uh, because he had
been working so hard,

he hadn'’t really had time
to think about meeting people.

Having a girlfriend.

He did eventually
meet a girl, though.

And she was
much younger than him

and she was very beautiful.

He fell in love with her.

Well, I...

Who could blame him?
It was wonderful.

After all these years
of nothing but work,

to... meet a beautiful woman

who seemed to admire
him so much...

Like a reward.

Then the man bought
a lovely house

on the edge of the town.

A big house.
A huge garden.

They married
and they moved in.

And not long after this...

Well, the details
are unimportant.

He came to understand

that the woman
he had married...

was false.

Deceiver.

Mr. Summers?

Yes, it was--it was
around this time

that he became obsessed
with his new ideas about animals

and he was foolish enough
to start

talking about them
to people he knew.

And his wife started to
bother him about the garden

and she made him do work
and even though she knew

that he hated tearing out
the wild plants

and replacing them
with bought ones.

And she made him kill
to protect these new plants.

And life got worse
and worse for the man.

He felt ill all the time,

started making
bad mistakes at work.

Life felt like...

one long, dark...

wet afternoon.

He just wanted to die.

But I couldn'’t do it, Bobby.

I couldn'’t kill myself
because I knew if I did,

then it would be
her killing me.

And me dead

is what deep down
she really wanted.

I couldn'’t give her
the satisfaction.

So...

I killed her.

I suffocated her...

with a pillow.

But you don'’t kill.

I did that time.

That one time...

because it had
to be done.

What about the police?

Do they know about it?

I don'’t know.

They didn'’t find a body,
that'’s for sure.

I burnt it.

And I took a great deal
of money from the bank.

I ran away.
Just like you, Bobby.

It was the most exciting
day of my life.

And then I...

I wandered around for a time,

all over the country.

And finally... I came here.

No, I can manage.

There'’s something
I want to show you.

Is that the money
you took?

Some of it.

Three more boxes like this
under the wardrobe.

More money than
you or I will ever need.

Enough so we can
live here forever.

Or some other place like it.

Well, that'’s brilliant.

Not quite.

There'’s still The Fat
to be considered.

He'’s got to be
dealt with somehow.

"Dealt with"?

You mean, kill him?

"Kill him"?

No, no, we'’re not
going to kill him.

Now that you know that money
will never be a problem...

how do you feel about letting
The Fat have the store?

Well...

For me, all right,
I suppose.

But I feel bad
about my mother

because I know she didn'’t
want it that way.

But if she knew
I was living here,

and I didn'’t need the store,

or even the house or anything,

then I think she might, um...

think it'’s all right
to let it go.

You know, because what she
wanted was for me to be happy,

and that'’s what I am here,
with you.

In that case,

you and I will go to London
to see this man.

I don'’t know about that.

Because I'’ve told you
what he'’s like.

He really hates me.

Look, we'’ll see him
in his office, at the store.

The staff will be there
and his secretary.

What could he possibly do
in broad daylight

in front of employees?

I think it will work.

I can feel it.
I think it will.

You genius!

I haven'’t been in London
in over ten years.

That'’s a really
good drawing, Bobby.

Bobby, Bobby...

I can'’t help it.
Mr. Summers, I feel so nervous.

I feel like
I'’m going to explode.

Look, boy, we'’ve been
over this again and again.

I--I understand
the state you'’re in,

why you'’re in that state.

I told you,
leave it all to me.

Gosh, it'’s Bobby.
Hey, Bobby! Hello!

Bobby'’s back.
How strange.

My dear Phillip, goodbye.
I'’ll see you soon.

I look forward to it.

And remember, my treat
next time.

- See you again soon.
- Yes.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

Well, well,
look who'’s back.

How very pleased I am
to see you, Bobby.

I'’ll just be a moment.

- Janet.
- Yes, Mr. Bernard?

Send them in now.

No phone calls,
no interruptions, nothing.

I understand.

Maybe why don'’t you introduce
this gentleman, Bobby?

This is Mr. Summers.

Mr. Summers,
this is my stepfather.

Please forgive me,
Mr. Summers.

I have to admit this is
taking me by surprise.

I began to think
I might never see Bobby again.

Of course I am
most grateful to you

for bringing him back to me.

Please do sit down.

In fact, you'’re mistaken.

Uh, I haven'’t brought
Bobby back.

He wanted to come back.

Uh, he has some matters that
he wants to sort out with you.

And... I'’m here to help him.

"Help him"?

In what capacity,
may I ask?

Oh, uh, nothing official.

Please regard me
as, uh, a concerned...

friend.

"Friend"?

I assume Bobby'’s
been telling you stories.

He has a lively imagination.

People tend not to
take him too seriously.

But he, uh, has told me
certain things, yes.

And?

And I'’m inclined
to take him seriously.

Meaning?

Meaning that I do believe

that I can solve the problem
of Bobby for you.

And exactly how do you propose
to do that, Mr. Summers?

Well, Bobby has been
living with me in Cornwall

since the beginning
of the summer

and he has told me
that he'’s happy

and that he would like
to stay on indefinitely.

And he has been very
helpful to me, in my work.

Really?

Is this true?

Yes, it'’s true.

I'’ve--I'’ve been working
with Mr. Summers.

And, uh, he'’s been
very kind to me

and... I haven'’t felt
ill at all.

Not really.

And, uh...

well, quite different
from how I felt before.

Good heavens,
the boy can speak.

Congratulations, Mr. Summers,
your ministrations

have clearly borne fruit.

But why come to me
for permission?

Bobby'’s a grown up.
He can do as he pleases.

The fact of the matter is that
Bobby became very anxious

after he met
Mr. Whiteside on the beach.

He was worried that

once his whereabouts
were known,

then, uh, you might decide

to come looking for him.

Well, it was bothering
him so much

that I suggested to him
that he came back

on his own accord,

and told you exactly what
his new circumstances were.

And?

Well, then he told me

that, uh, he was prepared
to consider the possibility

of transferring
the ownership of Platts...

to you.

Oh, on certain conditions,
of course.

Is that it?

Yes, I...
Yes, I believe so.

You idiot.

"Give me Platts"?

I'’ve got Platts.
Platts is mine.

Your running away
made that possible.

And now you'’re back,
you pathetic moron...

Hey, stop that.
Leave him alone!

"Leave him alone"?

You leave him alone,

you disgusting pervert.

Human rubbish...

unspeakable human rubbish.

Get off him!

Mr. Summers!
Mr. Summers!

Listen to me.

Do exactly as I say.

One noise, one twitch,

that would arouse
anyone'’s suspicion,

and your Mr. Summers
is finished.

Do you understand?

- Get him up.
-

- Janet.
- Yes?

I need the car, at the back.
Straight away.

Mr. Summers isn'’t well.

I'’m taking him to
accident and emergency.

Okay.
Shall I call hospital?

No need to fuss.
I'’ll call you later.

This man'’s not well.
We'’re taking him to casualty.

All right, Mr. Bernard.

Mr. Summers!
Mr. Summers, wake up!

Are we--are we
taking him to hospital?

Hardly necessary.

But he'’s hurt.
He--he needs help.

I think I'’ve changed
my mind about Cornwall.

Maybe I should let you
and Mr. Summers

play house after all.

I'’d like to see where you'’ve
been hiding all these weeks.

Is it hard to find?

No, I can find it.

He'’s all right.

He'’s sleeping like a baby.

Can you find
his place from here?

Well, can you get us
there from here?

If you don'’t tell me,
he'’ll have to, won'’t he?

I can'’t--I can'’t carry him
all the way by myself.

Charming little place, isn'’t it?

Is there anything to drink?

Mr. Summer'’s whiskey.

It'’s in there.

Get it for me, then.

-
- Mr. Summers.

What a bloody racket.

Well, it'’s light now.

Is there a spade here?

Is there a spade here?

Why?

I want a hole dug,
that'’s why.

What for?

What'’s the matter?
You can dig, can'’t you?

I can bury things.

Can you?

Where'’s the bloody spade?

There'’s one outside
by the lavatory.

Please stay with me.

I love you.

Don'’t die.

Please don'’t...
don'’t die.

You can'’t die.

What would I do
without you?

Don'’t let them
destroy you, Bobby.

Don'’t let h-him destroy...

Trick him.

Trap him.

Kill him.

Do it.

Dig.

Dig long and deep.

I thought of running away.

But how could I have
left Mr. Summers?

And once I started digging,
I didn'’t really want to stop.

I thought about
all sorts of things

whilst I was
digging that hole.

I could hear
the sea sound,

making me think
how big the sea was

and how small I was.

It seemed that
I couldn'’t really matter

since I was so small.

And I thought
about the birds

and the little animals.
And after them, the insects.

And after them,
there were even smaller things

whose names I didn'’t know.

And there were trees
and plants and grasses,

and they were all alive.

Mr. Summers thought
all these things mattered.

"If they didn'’t matter,"
he would say,

"why were they there?

And why were they
so beautiful?"

So then I thought,
if all these things did matter,

then maybe I mattered, too.

And for a little while
I felt... a bit better.

Why have you stopped?

Because I finished.

No, you haven'’t.

I need another hole,
just like this one.

That'’s enough for now.

I'’m thirsty.

You can leave
the spade.

It'’s just a toad.
It'’s a toad.

It'’s harmless.

There'’s nothing
to be scared of.

Look.

-
- I can pick it up.

It wouldn'’t hurt anyone.

Look.

You little bastard.

Stop! There'’s money.

There'’s money.
There'’s lots of money.

Money?
What money?

Mr. Summer'’s money.
The money that he hid.

There'’s lots of it.

How much?
50 pounds? 100 pounds?

I suppose you think
100 pounds

is a great deal
of money, don'’t you?

No! No, it'’s thousands.

I promise, it'’s thousands.

Where is it then?

Under the wardrobe.

Go get it then.

It'’s locked.
The key, where'’s the key?

It'’s on Mr. Summer'’s key ring.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

There'’s more.

Down there.

"More"?

Mr. Summers says
there'’s three more boxes.

Down there.
Right under the floor.

I hope you'’re right.

Can'’t you help me?

Argh!
The Fat!

I hate The Fat!

The Fat'’s grave!

The Fat! The Fat!

The Fat!

The Fat'’s grave!

The Fat'’s afraiad of me!

Mr. Summers!
Mr. Summers, I'’m back!

Mr. Summers?

I'’m back.

Can you hear me?

I'’m back.

I took as much of
Mr. Summer'’s money

as I could carry,

and buried the rest in the hole
The Fat made me dig for myself.

I had to get away in case
people came looking for us

after The Fat never came back.

Now I do the work alone...
all over the place.

wherever I happen to be.

One day I found
a traveler'’s camp.

And now I live there
with my dog...

in a tent I bought.

But night after night,

in my dreams,

I become something very small
in a forest of tall grass.

I can hear the sea sound
and the bamboo...

very loud.

And I can feel Mr. Summers...

close by...

whispering to me in the dark.