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MUSIC: Life of Leisure by Keith Mansfield

- Let me top that up for you, darling.

Jezza?

This is incredible. I prefer it to champagne. What do you think?

Erm, do you guys want to...

..go through and get a little more comfortable?

- That lamb was suspiciously good. - Suspiciously? - It was!

Oh, it was so good, yeah. - Tender and falling apart.

As I say, it's a secret... - Go on. - I can't tell you where we got it delivered from.

- Oh, you rotten fibbers! You ordered food in. We thought you'd cooked it!

- Who's got time to cook, really?

- Jesus Christ, you've found somewhere that serves lamb?

Doesn't it come from Wales? Isn't that Wales? Rations!

- It was New Zealand lamb, but I imagine there are supply issues.

No leeks, probably, either. Lol!

- Oh, come on, no Welsh jokes. What's going on over there is awful.

- TV: Civil unrest in Port Talbot continues, with nightly violence

from a growing number of insurgents demanding the Army leave,

and anger at a humanitarian crisis

with a lack of supplies and electricity.

As a result, the number of those trying to break lockdown

and cross into England is in the thousands.

- Leave that now, Elaine. Come relax.

- ..represented by the Red Monk emblem

has now spread into other parts of the UK.

Meanwhile, the manhunt continues.

The search for group leader Owen Driscoll has stepped up

with public tip-offs leading to this footage of the suspected

domestic terrorist and his family at large in Cheltenham.

They are considered to be armed...

- So, Hector, how are you feeling about the ceremony on Thursday?

- Oh, God, do I have to leave the room if you're talking Lodge business?!

Elaine, come save me from the men!

Is that the Welsh thing?

You have too big a heart, Elaine. There's nothing any of us can do.

- You'll see, they'll come flooding over here, won't they?

- Don't be controversial, Jeremy.

- I'm not. I'm just saying, you know, if we're honest,

they've always been a little bit, over there, a little bit different,

culturally, and that's OK. That's fine. Let them all be different.

Independent. - You know, I've never liked how they've never liked us,

the Scots and the Welsh, and now look, coming over here because,

well... - Millie, you too? Elaine, we need a woke-er class of friends.

- ELAINE CHUCKLES

- Don't the Masons have any Lodges in these places, Jez?

What's all this alleged secret power for if you can't help people?

- My wife will get more discreet, I promise.

The nods and winks and...

- And...?

- Perhaps a little inspiration in the background.

That's weird. Where's... Where's all the...?

- Matron!

MUSIC: Yakety Sax

- What the hell have you put on?! - It's like all the porn's gone.

I don't know.

- Aargh!

- Who are they?!

- Fuckin' hell! - Call the police! - No.

No, it's erm...

They're... They're family. I...I must have forgotten the date.

I asked them to come over. I asked them to stay.

- Hello? In my house? Yes, our house...

- Why are they sneaking 'round the back? - I'm sorry.

Sorry. I'll sort it.

- Wow, Auntie Elaine. Who knew?!

- Do we run? Do we go? They might call the police. Shit!

- Right, before you start... - What the bloody hell?!

You can't just turn up after years of not...

I've got people here! - Yes, I know! - People! It's so typical.

- What do you mean, "typical"? - Typical! - Elaine.

- I should have known I couldn't just leave... - Elaine!

- Thea.

Owen.

- Hello, Elaine.

Been a while.

- Geoff.

- We didn't see anything, by the way. - That's brilliant, Owen.

Who says they didn't see anything unless they did?! - Get off my back!

- Sh!

Right, this way, to the annexe.

- Ooh, an annexe. Lah-di-fucking-da! - Dee! - Mam!

- WHISPERS: - Quick! As fast as you can. Follow me.

Quick!

- A car got us as far as Swindon and then we hit a post avoiding a patrol

so then we had to hike across the Downs.

- If I'd have been driving, I'm trained squad car driver, then...

- You were in no frame of mind, Thea. - Yes, and why wasn't I?!

- Erm, I'm Anna, by the way.

- Your faces are... They're everywhere, FYI.

Why is it your family?

- Exactly. What even is this family?

Is this family...

.."Dad"?

- Oh, my God.

She knows. Does she know? - Do you know?!

Does she?!

Am I the last to...?!

Jesus! OK.

Well, then, who was he? This mystery.

- He was no-one, right. He was... He was my ex.

- He was your ex?! - I don't want to know! - I've never told him!

- I never wanted to know! Jesus! - He is your dad. He is, OK? Now enough.

- OWEN CHUCKLES

- They've gone.

Our neighbours next door. They're friends and discreet.

- Hector, this is my sister, Denise.

- Why are you talking like that? Are you trying to pull the wool

over our eyes, make us believe you are lady of the bloody manor?! - Dee!

- I'm guessing, what? You managed somehow to get out of Wales

and now you need shelter?

Will anyone come here, looking?

- We, erm...

We're being targeted, but we don't know why yet.

- It's my fault.

It is. I have to take responsibility and... - It isn't, Owen.

He didn't do what they're...

Some high-up people are faking footage,

I suppose to get people to dob us in.

- Thea, give me the thing.

We need to get some documents off this.

Proof of who we are, like a birth certificate.

- I'll get my laptop.

Hang on, where the hell is Rhys?!

- I can't get hold of grandma, still, Rhys,

but Daddy has told me where Mammy is.

- My dad called. He said that they're on their way.

Tomorrow morning, I think, so, erm...

- So what next when Rhys gets here? Please, God, Rhys get here.

- Head down to Dover, and then we can work out how we get you over to me.

I think with my permanent residence and you as my family dependants,

the guys here, they reckon that they might let you through.

- What about the others?

My family. - I'm thinking of you and Rhys first.

We have to be smart, Thea. Owen and his record.

- His criminal record is because of me, Dan.

We either all make it out or none of us do. - Thea, don't be stupid.

- Don't you be stupid, Dan. They'll have border security, Photofits.

I don't think you quite realise how everywhere our faces are.

They're not going to just wave us through.

- Well, then, if you're not going to come the legal route...

..that only leaves illegal.

There are boats, I'm hearing.

Men with boats...

..crossing from Dover, across the Channel.

- And with what? Rhys in my arms?

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

- The withdrawals seem less.

- I owe you, don't I?

- No. You did this yourself, Owen.

- I know what I did for myself.

And I know what other's did for me, too.

So I want you to know that when you do whatever you choose to do...

..wherever you go...

..that I'll be OK.

OK?

- This is Owen's birth certificate.

And that should be Thea's.

- No, wait, is...is... - No, I left the father bit blank.

I didn't...

I didn't write anything, so you won't see anything.

- Me and Owen have spent most of our life blaming Dad for things.

Being, you know, remote, even when he was around.

But now, I suppose, knowing what he was living with.

Her betrayal.

- Well...

..yes and no.

After his dad died, understandably, he...

She married one man and he became another.

She tried.

It hurt, but she waited for that old one

to walk back through the door for ages.

Years.

And he didn't... He never came back.

But then there was you.

And Geoff, he offered to do this incredible thing.

Raising you himself.

How could my sister say no to that?

So there you have it, two people wrong for each other,

trying to make an OK life.

For them.

For you.

- God, these are old.

Our old film camera, is it? How did Willis get these?

- Must have just scanned them into the Cloud or wherever.

- They're nice.

Nice memories.

I just wish things were back the way they were.

- Why do people say that...

..looking back?

Because the "now" doesn't feel as good as the "then".

I tell you what, if people stopped looking back to "then",

"now" might be better. They might be able to fix it. - Yeah.

Do you know what it's like to live with someone

who has to fix everything herself? - Sod off!

Well, I couldn't fix you.

I didn't think I had the right to...

..when you were going through what you were going through.

What right did I have to try and nudge you along?

To feel what I felt...

..about you taking so long to...

- I am sorry, you know.

It affects everyone in a family, doesn't it?

When one person is suffering.

My suffering.

It rippled out, I know that.

It affected you more than I cared to admit.

Not just you, either.

It's hard to get over...

..a father vanishing like that.

Abandoning his son and...

The anger that's left.

- Geoff!

He learned to cope - Owen.

He's stronger than we think.

- I wasn't talking about Owen, I was talking about...

Oh, Christ.

Christ, it just goes 'round and 'round, doesn't it?

I thought by being more hands off...

..by not being so...

I...

- None of us ever speak the bloody words.

About what we're going through.

So we all just wander around feeling the same things

and never bloody saying it out loud.

Until out it always eventually comes in weird and woeful ways.

- Grandpa, I'm thirsty.

- Eh?

OK.

Erm, I, erm, don't quite have enough.

We're almost there. If you can wait...

- Please, Grandpa.

- We take contactless. - Yeah.

- Thank you. - Diolch.

Mammy!

Mammy!

- Rhys?

Rhys?!

Rhys?

Rhys! - Mam!

- I knew you'd get here.

Good boy. I love you.

- You look beautiful!

Are you OK?

- Is there a phone? I need a phone. Please.

- Yes, it's inside. - Philip!

Oh, my God, are you OK?

- OWEN: - I missed you so much.

- Please be OK.

Please answer.

Marg... Margaret? Who's this?

Vic? Vic?!

It's Vic from... Vic and Jill, down the hill.

Victor, is she OK? Can you put her on?

Margaret?

Margaret, I'm here.

I did. Yes, he's with his mum.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, OK.

Look, I'm on my way back. I'll be right back.

I love you.

Right, I have to get back.

- Get back?! Philip, have you not seen?

It's descended into anarchy over there. There's no way you'll get...

- I have to go. She needs me.

- No, sorry, Philip, Geoff is right.

If you're caught trying to get back in, then...

I don't even know.

- Well, I can't just wait here!

And neither can you.

I'm so sorry. I think you might have to run. Now.

In the shop, Rhys, he spoke Welsh,

and I had to use my card and I think... I'm sorry.

- We're leaving. Five minutes.

That includes you, Philip.

- I'm glad I could deliver your boy back to you, Thea,

but now I have to get back to Margaret.

- We need water, snacks, warm jackets, as much as we can carry.

- Yes, take whatever we have. - But where? Where are we going?!

- Dan said just head to the coast. South coast.

There's people crossing, he thinks, getting out.

- Oh, this again. Germany, that's your plan? - Does any of this look planned?

He...

He really thinks we might be able to get over there. They'd let us in.

All of us. - But you don't have a car. What if there are patrols around?

Police. - Your boat.

- Boat?! Reading is landlocked. - Canal boat.

Well, it'll keep you off the main highways for a few hours.

Hector?

- Yeah, OK. - Thank you for looking after my family.

- Sure.

- I know a friend when I see one.

- Do I know anything about this family?

- OK, all right, I might be able to get this man back to Wales

or close as dammit. There are friends. A network.

Elaine, take them to the canal now. Go. Go now.

You wait here, Philip.

- We owe you, Auntie Elaine. - Damn right, you bloody do!

Oh, Geoff, don't forget this! - Oh!

Much obliged.

- I, erm... - Hey. - What?

- You-you can thank me by surviving.

- OK.

I was just so sad.

I was so sad, Thea.

And I know that is not original. Tale as old as time.

Yeah, I cheated.

Oh, Thea...

The thing is, I can't really regret any of it, can I?

Because it gave me you.

And you gave me him.

They're just forms.

Families have to be more than forms.

Don't they?

- Come on! Come on, 'en!

What if that is the real me?

It...

It feels like me.

- No, it doesn't.

I mean...

..it's not like I know every part of you, but...

..I can see you have a good heart, Owen.

- I'm not used to feeling big things with it, though.

Cos of the pills, probably, which I quite liked.

I quite liked being numb, you know?

But I'm not scared of them any more.

The feelings.

Cos one of the big ones, I'm just going to say it,

and I know I've kind of mucked up the punch line with the build-up,

but one of the new big feelings...

..is obviously for you, and I know you'll think that's daft

and I know you got caught up in all this by accident, and...

But, I don't know...

..even if you don't feel that for me yet...

..you might.

Or you might not, but so what?

It doesn't have to be a normal thing that...

..other people do.

It can be something new...

..that we do.

It can be...

..our thing.

So, there.

- I want to go to my family.

I'll be allowed.

I'm... With my passport.

And I belong there.

Maybe you could come.

To Lodz.

Maybe.

For a bit.

Just to see.

- And what would the Polish people think of all these Welsh immigrants

coming over there, taking their jobs?

- They'd think, "Fair play."

FOREBODING MUSIC

BELL CHIMES

OWEN GASPS

We're coming to the end.

It's on foot from here.

- First one to see the sea gets...

- Gets what? - I don't know. I'm too tired. Make it up yourself.

- I can't even see the wood for these trees.

GEOFF CHUCKLES

- Lol!

- Come on.

I can hear the sea. Can you hear it, Rhys?

- We've been walking miles!

- I think we'll all need a rest soon, Thea.

- We can't be far now.

The camp's got to be here. From Dan's directions, it must be.

Where the hell is it?!

- Maybe it's a lie. Just another story.

- Hurry up!

Come on! - Hey! Hey, wait!

Wait! Hang on!

Come back!

Wait, are you..? We're looking for a, erm... Wait!

- Are you lost?

- No.

- Are you Welsh?

- We, erm...

..thought we saw some people who...

..might be staying out here.

- Looks like you've come a long way.

- Port Talbot.

- Croeso, brodyr a chwiorydd. Welcome!

I'm Akela.

- Is that Welsh?

- That's the Boy Scouts.

I'm the nominal leader although we don't like to think of hierarchies.

Please, come this way.

- Leader of what?

- Dan was right, the rumours are right!

- These are all refugees? - Yup.

Welsh refugees, so, I warn you, there's a lot of singing.

- So this just sprang up?

- No, it's taken ingenuity, blood, sweat and tears

for the past ten days, of those fleeing, exhausted, scared.

- How did they all get out?

And get here before us? I thought we were the first to leave.

- My escape took a day's drive.

How about you?

- Walking, climbing, some coffins...

..a very slow canal boat.

- Ah.

Maybe consider a car next time.

Come on, some food over here.

- THEY SING

- Have you noticed how everybody has congregated into regions?

That was organic - it just happened.

Human nature, I suppose.

Some are trying their luck stowing away on the lorries

as they queue up on the roads down to the port -

and, yes, there are traffickers with vessels

picking up folk from various spots up and down the coast -

but you still have to get by the patrols.

European vessels,

just trying to stop a wave of Welshies

from washing up on their shores.

I know.

Doesn't stand a chance.

- Geoff Driscoll!

- Glynn! You made it!

- Oh! - Oh, whoa!

Everyone back off!

Back off!

- You're them!

It's bloody them, the ones who started the riot.

- They didn't bloody start it - we did!

A workers' uprising, and proud.

He couldn't start anything.

- You all leave us alone, right?

We're going to be in and out of here like a flash in the pan.

- And what the hell is your problem?

- Before we got out, we ransacked the steelworks,

taking whatever we could

before it was all stripped and sold off for parts -

and guess what we found.

File after file after file.

Like when the Wall came down, the Stasi files, East Berlin.

The boss had all our union meeting minutes.

Our conversations, our thinking.

All handed over to Kwan by him!

Our own rep!

Denny Driscoll's boy - if you can believe.

Spending the last couple of years snitching to management.

From class warrior to collaborator!

- Geoff?

- I was just trying to help.

- Just as I was starting to stick up for you again.

Every time I start to think - there you are, on cue.

- Oh, let's just call a scab a scab, eh?

- I'm no scab.

Everything we tried -

strikes, the threat of strikes, banging our fists.

Every time, we'd be back in the same place.

"Threat of closure," "beyond our control."

So, yeah, I tried communicating the mood of the men to management,

so that deals might be reached.

So that it wouldn't fall.

We may have gone about it in different ways...

..but we wanted the same thing.

To just keep it going.

A way of life.

So, yeah, call me a collaborator, call me anything you like -

but all I've ever done...is care.

- Right, let's have a look.

- What's happening, back home?

- Oh! Civil war, mate. Nothing less than.

Never seen rage like it.

It was like something snapped, and...it went mad.

- Feels like the whole damn country's gone mad.

Honest to God, some of the things we've seen on the way...

Weird stuff on screens, from the internet...

- We saw a bit of that, too.

I don't know, I suppose I just thought, well... You know.

That's the English for you.

- No. No, it's bigger.

You're right.

Some of the tech savvy people that have been rocking up here,

they're saying that when Wales was blocked from the internet that time,

when they, like, turned it off and then on again, something glitched.

- Glitched? - Yeah.

It reverted.

Started searching, scanning its own memory banks or something -

the web, AI, I don't know -

but everything suddenly became about 'the past'.

The stuff it was offering up.

Nostalgia.

Old stories.

It's different, in different parts of the country -

the Home Counties being served up one thing,

the inner cities, the North, something else.

But all of it old.

There was only one thing trending on the whole web

the day I left for here.

"I want things back the way things were."

Just that one sentence.

Typed a million times - more, over and over.

"I want things back, the way things were."

There are no evil men in black,

pressing buttons, twiddling knobs, no.

It only absorbs what we feed it.

And, like us, it's only been fed and uploaded things from the past.

Things that have already happened.

Unable to create and offer up anything that's truly...original.

And I guess that's why we're here.

Failure to imagine a different future.

- Surely it can't just be left to burn,

Port Talbot. - You left it.

I did. We all did.

- Well... Well, we shouldn't.

- No, we should.

And tonight.

My husband's arranged a boat,

I just need to phone him, somehow, get the details.

Thank you.

Dan?

- The monk.

- Oh, yeah.

There's plenty of those.

Keeping that symbol alive.

- We're on.

- Are we, though? On?

If international law won't... - Dan's advice is to try.

That we just try.

And I will use every ounce of energy in my body,

and influence that Dan has, to fight for you, all of you, to remain.

- Not a criminal.

- Or a non-blood relative.

- Or an unskilled worker, apparently.

What will we be then?

- We would be safe.

- WHIRRING

- Come on! Come on, quickly.

- I can't remember the last time I was somewhere

where there wasn't a mob trying to kill us.

- Attention, trespassers.

- Who is it?

- You have no legal right to be here.

Any of you.

- The Welsh Catcher.

- But for now we are here only for the family Driscoll.

- Let me go speak to him.

- Dad... - It's all right. You'd better take this.

I'll be back.

- You're not the Terminator, Geoff.

Please! Don't go out there, it'll be...!

- Hello, Geoff.

Nice to put a face to a face.

- You're Welsh?

I hadn't expected...

I don't know what I expected.

What do you want?

- It isn't a case of what I want,

it's what I've been employed to deliver.

The family who started it all.

- So, what, you're just following orders, are you?

- Come!

I'm just a survivor.

A trained mercenary who learnt his craft in the deserts of Iraq,

picking up high-level targets like playing cards

and cashing in my winnings.

While keeping the world safe, of course, etc.

- We threaten no-one.

Let us go.

- Sit down.

My employer is willing to cut a deal.

It's just him. The poster boy of the troubles.

The boy who threw the first stone.

The original Red Monk, perhaps.

- It's not him.

- He'll be allowed a defence.

- Tell your bosses he's dead.

Please.

He's not important.

I mean...he is important, obviously.

He's everything. - Listen, Geoff.

I'm a man who is led by intuition...

..but even I have to admit that there are forces at play here

that are way beyond what my own gut can deduce.

My firm - the firm that I work for -

have long been using this predictive policing formula.

First rolled out across America, now here.

Using algorithms to assess threats.

And it's this predictive coding that identified your son,

for whatever reason,

as someone with the capacity or the potential to do something of note.

- He's just a kid. - These codes...

..they see something in your son that worries them, Geoff -

and it's these codes, I'm afraid, that decide everything now.

Ours is not to reason why.

Because we no longer can know the reason.

You know, the world may sneer at us as compromisers, Geoff Driscoll...

..but you and I, we understand.

Principles are the preserve of the privileged.

It's the pragmatists who make a difference.

Either way, you bring me your son, the rest of your family can go.

If not, we bulldoze this illegal settlement at sunrise,

and take you all in.

This is your chance to save your community.

The only thing you've ever wanted, eh, Geoff Driscoll?

- What are you going to do?

- I don't know.

- Well, he's in control of his own choices now.

- But I have to help him.

This time.

I just don't know how.

- You'll think of something, son.

I know you will.

- Why are we discussing this?!

We give him up, our families are safe

- They won't stop there. they'll come back for you all.

We're all illegal aliens here.

- Look, forget this, obviously I'm handing myself in,

so there's no point in... - ALL: - Sit down!

- Owen...

- Maybe this is what's meant to happen.

Maybe this is my purpose.

Function.

I nev...

I never thought I had any... fucking use, right?

And if I actually do -

even if it is to be disappeared...

- No way! No-one is giving up my son!

- Don't be daft!

This is insane - him, or all us?!

It's no choice! - Wrong!

It's our choice, right? He's one of ours, not yours.

- Well, then, I'm sorry, but this is about to get ugly.

- Don't you get it? They're saying that he was the original monk!

That symbol of hope you all rallied around,

and hold on to, still!

- I'm telling you now, that wasn't me.

- That's my point.

It doesn't matter, Owen.

All that matters is what it inspires.

Yeah?

- You told me you started it.

- No, she didn't - my uncle was the first, and he didn't make it out,

so I'm not having others taking credit for his sacrifice!

- Look, whoa, OK!

It's happening again.

We're forgetting how to bloody be together - come on!

When our backs are against the wall - or the sea -

do we toss people aside, or are we there for one another?

Huh?!

We may not have, like, a home any more,

but what the bloody hell is a home, anyway?

Is it a place?

Or...don't roll your eyes, but...

..isn't it people?

Isn't it what we share?

- Exactly.

We are not giving up on one for the sake of the rest.

Hmm?

Otherwise we're all lost, then, aren't we?

You have a boat tonight?

Then you should go. We'll hold them back.

But go.

Go.

Good luck.

- Thank you.

- All the best.

- Well, there you go.

I knew you'd think of something.

But you didn't need me to tell you that, did you?

Because you're talking to yourself.

- VOICE ECHOES: - Because I'm dead.

- I'm tired.

- Sh. It's OK.

It'll be OK. We'll be with Daddy soon.

What am I doing?

This is mad.

Is it mad?

We could stay, I suppose...

- We have to go.

Get him to his dad.

- Yeah.

Come on, then.

Good boy.

- She's scared.

So am I.

- Are you OK?

Right, so, what's going to happen is, a boat is going to come, OK?

And we are going to go across the water...

- Oh, Geoff, not now, for f...

You've signed?

I...

No, no, I... - It might help.

If you're an unmarried woman, you become a dependant.

Dependent on her.

It might be your only chance. - Geoff...

- Ask me two weeks ago, I'd have given the world

to keep this family together,

if only as a name...

..but family is more than paper.

I never felt more connected to them...

..and to you, than I do now.

MOTOR DRONES

- Look!

We're going to be getting on that soon, OK?

Going to go see Daddy. Yeah?

That's it.

- Mummy! - You'll be all right, I promise, Rhys, OK?

What's out there?

- I don't know.

All I know is we're leaving an island that's gone mad.

Happens with age, I suppose.

- It just feels like giving up.

I don't know what to do.

- Well...

..you'll think of something, son.

And I...

I know you won't want to hear this, but...

..like it or not, there's a lot of me in you.

That flicker of something

maybe I got from my dad.

It used to frighten me.

It's in you.

But, Owen...

..if you're going to take one thing from me...

..you don't need to carry the burden of what came before, like I did.

You're your own thing.

Your own really, really brilliant thing.

- Come! Come now!

- Geoff! Owen!

- Got him? Move up a bit.

- Owen!

VOICE ECHOES: - Now! Come now! We have to go now!

- HE PANTS

- They'll tear it down, won't they?!

The camp? If I go?

- No, Owen! Please! - Owen! - We have to go!

- Owen, please! - Owen, no!

- We need to go now!

- Where are you bloody going?! Come on!

- It's what I have to do!

- Come on! - Come on! - Owen!

- We need to go now! - Oi!

I forgive you!

- I didn't say I was sorry!

- I know!

- Come on! - Come on!

- We've got to leave. - Come on!

I love you!

- THUNDER RUMBLES

- When they come in the morning,

I'll hand myself in.

What's that? What's that?!

- It's water.

- Stay calm! - Water! We're taking on water!!

- Everybody stay calm!

OK? Stay calm!

- ALL SHOUT

- Bale the water!

We're too heavy! We need to get rid of things!

Come on!

- OK? Sh, sh...

- Go, come on!

Come on!

We're too heavy!

We need to get the water out of the boat!

- ALL SHOUT

- We need to be lighter! - Geoff!

What are you doing?!

- No, please don't!

Dad!

Dad! - That's better! Lighter!

- Just go! Take my family! - Geoff!

Oh, my God, Geoff!

Geoff!

- SHOUTING AND SCREAMING

- Stop! Stop screaming!

Stop!

- SCREAMS ECHO

- Time's up!

Bring me the Driscoll boy!

Take his hood off.

All of them!

- How can you know if you got too far apart?

Or if it's not too late?

Can you still find the way to what really matters?

- CLAMOUR OF VOICES Listen, you don't understand!

No, no! They're with me, they belong with me!

Listen! Thea!

Thea, it's OK!

OFFICERS SHOUT IN FRENCH

It's OK! It's OK!

It's my family. You don't understand!

Put your guns down, I beg you, please!

It's my family!

Thea, it's OK!

- I can see it now.

Where I'm going.

Back where I started.

But it's not some lame old story.

Don't need them any more.

This is a new story.

A really brilliant new story.

I can feel it.

Cos you can get pulled too far away from what's important.

Get too far apart.

But sometimes...

..with a bit of help...

..you can find the way back.

- BELL TOLLS