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There was once a mer-king who was married to a beautiful mer-queen.

And they were truly happy together.

Until one day the king had to travel

to the outer reaches of his watery kingdom.

When he came home, he found the queen sitting on a rock

in the arms of a human. A sailor.

And the queen was singing to him in a voice as clear as glass

as the sailor was brushing her hair.

Jo, what are you doing?

Come on, are you gonna tell me what she said?

Oh, you mean Rose?

Oh... the girl who works where I work

doing the job that nobody told me I have.

Right, the thing is you don't actually have a job

and you don't actually work there. They let you go.

That's not what she said.

Just before your accident,

after everything that you'd done for them,

they treated you really badly, Jo.

And that woman, Rose, is nuts.

And Nick is so far up his own arsehole.

Screw 'em. They used you.

Hasn't anyone mentioned you had a new job?

Don't you think that's a bit...

That's when you dyed your hair.

JUNE

And you really don't remember anything?

You're still staring into a void, Jo.

And you're totally at the mercy

of whatever people are willing to tell you.

THE FALL LOST JOB

So, what are they not telling you?

Get out of my fucking house!

You OK?

No. No.

Not really.

- What's up? - I have to tell you something.

There was somebody else in the house.

- What? - When I fell down the stairs.

I wasn't alone.

I remembered when she... when Rose was here.

I'm not sure if it was just before I fell or...

What?

Did we have a row?

- Was it you? - No!

Have you slept on this?

There was something stolen.

Maybe somebody broke in and that's why I can't find my phone.

Are you seriously suggesting to me that somebody else was in this house?

I was screaming... at somebody.

Well you must have some idea who that was.

I was thinking that maybe we...

That I went and got drunk or...

Or maybe we... I came home drunk and then we...

It's all so muddled.

Why do you keep saying we?

Get your coat. We need to tell the police about this.

Get your coat, Jo.

Please, try and think. Think about who it was.

I am. It's just it's hard remember exactly.

Anything about them.

Fuck, Jo. Why did you wait to tell me this.

- I'm sorry. - What were you thinking?

You were screaming at them.

Do you remember what you were screaming?

Get the fuck out of my house!

Shit.

I think I said, "Get out of..."

"Get out of my fucking house."

That doesn't sound like something you'd say to anybody we know.

But it's great that you're starting to remember.

No, it's not. It's not great.

They can check the house for DNA, fingerprints, signs of a break-in.

- It's too late for that. - How do you know?

I can't believe that somebody was in our house...

I keep seeing your boards everywhere.

None of them have "sold" on them.

You need to focus. Is anything else coming back to you?

Get the fuck out of my house!

- I can't do this, OK? I can't. - What?

- I can't do it! - Don't be ridiculous.

Stop! Stop!

Are you OK?

OK, OK, OK.

It's OK.

It's alright.

Maybe there wasn't anybody in the house. I don't know.

I feel like someone broke into my head,

and trashed the place and now I can't find anything.

It's...

I don't feel safe inside my own head.

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

Oh, come on!

Such a dad.

That's the first time I've seen you laugh for ages.

I love you with all my heart and I'm so sorry for all this shit.

Look at his head,

so full of all the things you've lost.

Don't you just want to cleave it open like a coconut?

Scrape out the bits you need.

Get out of my fucking house!

Who was in the house, Dad?

Hey. I'm at my dad's.

I took a taxi.

I don't know how long, Rob. I'm fine. Please stop worrying.

Bye.

Jo?

Oh, hi! You're the dog lady.

You were in my dream.

What are you doing here?

Yes, I have dogs. But I am fully human.

I heard about your accident and your...

Really awful. I'm really sorry.

- Wendy, isn't it? - Yeah.

Would it be alright if I came over and we could talk

- and you might help me remember. - I'm sorry you got hurt.

There she is! Mrs. H!

Look, Frederik. It's your daughter, Jo.

- Jo's come to see you. - No, no, no, no.

- Hey, Dad. - It's your daughter, Jo.

- Where is Susanne? - This Jo, Fred.

Susanne was my mother.

Dad, I'm really sorry I haven't been to see you in a while.

I was in an accident, so I couldn't.

But I've been desperate to come and see you.

Dad. Dad, it's Johanne.

Little Johanne, see?

He didn't sleep too well last night, did you, Fred? Eh?

Up all night partying. Come on.

There we go. Careful.

Maybe I could tell him a story?

What do you think, Dad? You love stories.

I'm sure he'd love that.

Do you remember the one about the old mer-king

you used to tell me when I was little?

I've been thinking about it lately.

He found his queen with the sailor and he was furious.

It used to send shivers down my spine.

Danish stories are quite dark.

Who are you?

It's Jo, Dad. I'm a bit like you these days.

I don't know which way is up.

I... I want to see Susanne.

Hi.

Dad asked me to...

Mum.

I didn't get to say goodbye.

He's still Grandpa.

You know he has better days than this. He's still there.

- Yes. - Yeah.

Hey, um. I've got some news that might cheer you up.

Um... I'm pregnant.

- What's your boyfriend's name? - Thomas.

Wow!

I didn't know about the baby before?

No, no. You're actually the first person we've told.

It's about time you knew something that no one else knows.

Fuck! I'm about to be a grandma. Tick tock.

- Oh, no! Oh, Mum! - It's good crying.

Oh, my baby! I'm so happy for you.

But you have to take care of yourself from now on.

Mum...

Will you tell Dad about the baby?

Well, don't you want to?

Um... He doesn't like Thomas.

- OK. But I do, right? - Yeah. He makes you laugh.

Yes!

You just... You know what Dad can be like sometimes.

- He's a wanker. - Is he really that awful?

He's really that awful.

The minute he came into her life, we all disappeared.

Everything's about him.

Alright. But we're going to be grandparents, Rob.

Great! Years of hearing him talk about how successful his bar is.

I know you're waiting for me to sign those loan papers, Rob.

How desperate is it?

Honestly, I don't think we'll make it til Christmas.

You know, Jo, I don't like asking you for money.

I don't like asking begging you to save my life's work, but...

I... You've got a small chain of estate agents.

You're not finding the cure for cancer.

How's the disinhibition going, Jo?

Cos it's a real blast for the rest of us.

Sash said she wanted me to tell you about the pregnancy

because she says she knows what you can be like.

Why is she so afraid of you?

What? She isn't.

You know what Jo, I'd really appreciate

if you fucked off out of my office now.

Go on.

Can you take a picture of us?

Smile!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, hi, Jo. I'm afraid we've just ended the session.

I can see that.

I've got a bit of time.

Yep. That's great, thanks.

- I should probably just go. - No, wait. Wait there. Stay there!

I mean it. Don't move.

Ask you... Ask you something. Anything.

OK. What happened to you?

I was on my honeymoon. Skiing accident.

And I crashed into a tree at 100 mph.

My God. You're mad.

Do you know that that's actually really dangerous?

I don't care.

Don't you find that you're just not afraid of anything anymore?

You know, since cheating death.

Nowadays, if I wanna do something, I just do it.

Fuck the consequences.

What about the guy you married? Did he stick around?

Nah.

- Fucker. - Yeah.

I'm afraid of everything.

I don't know who to trust anymore.

It's like everyone around me,

they know everything that happened last year but I don't.

And I think they're hiding things from me.

But then I get these little clues.

You need to listen to that voice in your head, Jo.

Your intuition.

Just follow the breadcrumbs, see where they lead you.

I... I think I may have been having sex with someone.

Someone decidedly not my husband.

My mother had affairs, and I swore I'd never ever do anything like that.

Part of me thinks that maybe my husband knew.

Wow!

Maybe he's not saying anything because of what happened.

I lost a baby 15 years ago.

Nearly pushed me over the edge.

Every year on his birthday...

...I wonder what kind of boy he would have become.

What was his name?

Lucas.

Jo.

Sorry to interrupt,

but if you can spare a bit of time? There's something I'd like to say.

I'm sorry, Jo, that...

...that I get so knotted up.

I'm an arsehole.

There's somewhere I want to take you, if you'll come with me.

One minute he's saying "fuck off", and then next he's inviting you away.

What's going on, Rob?

You ready?

- Where are you taking me? - I'm not telling you.

Where are you taking me, Rob?

Do you remember when the kids were young?

Whenever we went on holiday, just before we drove off,

you'd run back inside and rearrange all their toys

so it would look like they'd been on an adventure while we were away?

I used to love seeing their little faces when we got back.

No one's too old for a surprise, Jo. Come on, let me have this.

You always wanted to come here, right?

When the mer-king came back, he found his queen sitting on a rock

in the arms of a human. A sailor.

It's been a long time. I'm so glad we finally got here.

She says there's someone in the house. A man! In my house!

She has a lively imagination. She lives in a world of her own.

Susanne, for fuck's sake. How many more times?

I think I need some air.

We've only just arrived.

The mer-king's heart was broken.

But luring sailors was in her nature.

And no one can change their nature.

It's not that I don't want to...

- It's just that... - That's not why I brought you here.

You know? I just miss being close to you.

Actually, you know, I really need some air.

I'm so sorry. I won't be long.

It's been empty for years.

Actually, we were just about to gut it.

Is this how you remember it?

No, not really. It's very strange to be back.

- This used to be my room. - Really?

We called it the Fox's Den. Because of the wallpaper.

- You bastard! - What?

It's easier to go through the things you tell me

than the things you don't.

- What are you talking about? - I went home last year.

I went to Denmark.

You didn't think to put that up on the wall?

I didn't put it on the wall because we didn't go to Denmark.

We talked about it but we didn't go because...

We looked. We didn't go to Denmark because the house isn't there.

It's been knocked down.

But that's just...

I remember going.

- Every detail of it. - I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, but we didn't go.

I get these vague bits of memories.

These tiny glimpses of things that actually happened.

And then I get every single detail of a trip I never took.

That's some crazy shit.

I know.

- You do? Really? - Yes.

I just don't know what to believe.

What are you saying?

I don't know.

You know what you need? Some new cool, kick ass music.

Owen. Hi.

Hey.

Do you like tattoos?

- Do you have any? - What? Why are you asking?

Would you take those off? Just take the gloves off, please.

I'm not sure what we're doing here.

Take those ridiculous things off, please.

I want to see your arms.

OK. Are we playing some weird form of strip poker, or...?

Alright, I'm just gonna come straight out and say it.

Did we...?

Just take the fucking gloves off, please.

Oh, thank God.

No... I... I feel so incredibly embarrassed right now.

- Why? - I thought we'd had sex.

Whoa. Um...

We haven't ever, ever. So...

Slightly offended by how relieved you look.

But, you know.

You know, it's hard sometimes to know what's real up here.

Or not. You know?

God, someone shoot me right now.

What?!

Susanne, for fuck's sake. How many more times?

I won't do it ever again. Please, don't go!

- You can't change who you are. - I can.

Who the fuck are you?

If it isn't the woman who can't remember.

The Eastbourne Identity.

Hey, Mum. Hey, you. Are you being nice?

Course I am.

Hi, Jo.

I've just come by to get some clothes.

Do you mind? I think they're in the loft.

Of course I don't mind.

- Hi. - Hey.

Hi. Uh... Nice to meet you.

For the first time. Again.

I hear you make me laugh.

Well, for now, he's just gonna play it safe

and make us some tea.

So, I hear congratulations are in order.

They are indeed. I know it's early days yet.

Oh dear.

What?

Just as I suspected,

the drawer has gone back to its well-ordered self.

Last time I was here we had quite a heated discussion.

About drawers, it's thrilling, obviously,

and what they say about us.

So, you don't like me, and you judge me.

No.

I think you're awesome.

Spoiler alert: bit less keen on your husband.

Do you still take milk?

- No. Never. - Is the right answer.

Yeah. I think I put Rob on edge.

It's just willy-waving.

Best forgotten about.

You know, my friend's mother

lit one cigarette after another her whole life,

got Alzheimer's, completely forgot she was a smoker.

I'm still waiting for you to make me laugh.

You don't remember the last time we met, do you?

You don't remember what happened.

Didn't think so.

It's a shame.

I have to...

Oh God.

Mum? Are you alright?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Mum. Let me in.

Oh, Sash, I'm OK. You guys go ahead home.

- Are you sure? - Yeah. I'll call you tonight.

- OK. Well, love you. - I love you, baby.

What if you're not the victim in all this?

Do you ever think about that?

What if you're the fucking problem?

Subtitles: Sophie Atkins www.plint.com