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Hello?

Are you all right, miss?

What can I do for you?

Well, first I want a licorice lace,

'cause I haven't seen any in about ten years

and I used to love them as a kid.

And I'm looking for my friend.

She moved here about nine months ago.

Do you recognize her?

Oh...

No, sorry, I'm just kidding.

Yeah...

This is the girl that moved into the lighthouse.

She comes in here from time to time.

She's not quite this girl anymore.

Well, how do I get to this lighthouse?

Oh, hi.

It's Maya, right?

It's Amy.

You've grown.

Well, it looks like you've finally learned how to cook then.

It's a nice place, isn't it?

Very distant.

Maya's grown.

What do you want?

You Beth, Jesus.

I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.

Had to find out where you were from Charlie in accounts.

How's he doing?

Oh great, yeah, he's getting a new puppy.

What kind?

I don't know.

What are you doing?

God, you're like a five year old.

Why are you here?

I just wanna talk to you, Beth.

Just one night and then I'll go.

We can't leave things how we... left them.

Anyway, took me ages to get here.

And it looks like you need a little bit of a hand.

You're really good at making it look like I have a choice.

It's what I'm best at.

That's what I meant.

In about two minutes your road home will be underwater.

Thanks for helping me with my bag, by the way.

You brought it.

Well, if you've lost your mind out here at least you've still got your taste in music.

Need something to fill the void.

Not now, Maya.

Maya, go.

What do you want? Jesus, Maya!

Go on.

She still not talking?

We try not to talk about it.

Oh, you've got a dog?

Had.

Oh, sorry.

What kind of dog was she?

It's a bit dark in here, should we open the curtain?

Don't. We like it shut.

Okay, that's a bit weird.

I think I see things all the time.

Probably just driftwood, or a whale.

Lighthouses are more about people looking this way than us looking out.

Very educational.

In a past life I used to tell people about things.

How has the advertising game survived without you?

Has it?

I left people like you in charge.

It's still around.

I actually left the company a couple of months ago.

I didn't wanna keep walking past your old office and making small talk with people.

No one said anything but I wasn't very popular after you left.

How's Maya?

She's in her room.

She's amazing, you know.

You can always tell that she's thinking, there's a lot going on in there.

Look, I don't really know what I'm doing.

No, it seems like it.

I'm sorry, I should have said something.

Yeah, you should.

Christ, I wasn't gonna hang around to explain to everyone how it gets...

how it gets better every day...

So you just moved out here to the arse end of nowhere?

It's definitely a change of pace.

You could say that again.

Quiet at least.

No gossip.

So that's it?

Just you and Maya?

How long?

You're not coming back, are you?

You left, didn't you?

Yeah, I don't mean back like that, I mean...

You know, people, schools.

How is Maya's schooling?

I'm homeschooling her.

What? Beth, come on, Maya needs to be around kids her own age.

She needs help, professionals,

specialists, people who know stuff.

I know stuff.

We tried, okay? It didn't work.

So you stopped trying.

I'm sorry.

It's getting late.

I should go and make the sofa up.

We can chat in the morning.

Thanks for letting me stay.

So, erosion.

Hey, Maya. Maya? Paying attention?

Good.

So you see these cliffs way back here?

They used to be all the way out there over thousands of years ago.

Before the lighthouse. Before us. Before anything.

Maya.

You see the way the waves hit them?

Every time they hit, they break off teeny, tiny pieces that we can't even see

and the cliffs become smaller and smaller

as the waves knock them off more and more.

Amy?

So what happens to the teeny tiny pieces?

Good question.

So the little pieces become sediment at the bottom of the sea

and sometimes they wash up onto the coast and they form beaches.

Basically erosion is when something big breaks down

little by little and ends up somewhere else

and Amy if you're going to turn that into a Freudian metaphor

I swear to God I am going to slap you.

You said it.

When are you going to start teaching Maya something else?

I mean, come on, erosion?

What about... snow? Shakespeare?

Anything?

I thought this would be something nice.

No, you thought this was gonna make you like you knew what you were doing.

Okay, grab that.

So, you know what this is?

This used to be somebody's house,

a crustacean that lived in this rock pool.

Do you like rock pools? So do I. I love rock pools.

I used to play in them all the time. They were so much fun.

- Get inside. - What, why?

Don't ask, just go. Maya, let's go.

What, Beth?

Now.

I had a weird childhood too. You won't tell your mum, will you?

Thanks.

Christian?

You're living in his house?

Hey, Maya.

Oh, cool. I used to be really good at drawing.

Okay, bit too soon. That's fine.

Just show me when you're ready, yeah.

Does that kind of thing happen a lot with your mother?

It's weird 'cause...

when I met your mum it was at this marketing conference thing

which is basically a room full of boring people talking about boring things for a living.

But your mum got up on stage because she was doing a talk

and the whole room felt silent 'cause she just had this energy about her

and she made you feel like she was taking to each person individually

and she was up there talking to us about

the secret of, I don't know, whatever.

And halfway through I realized that I was laughing.

And I was the only one laughing,

I looked around the room and everyone was looking at me like I was some sort of crazy person

but Beth just carried on.

It was like she was trying to make me laugh but just for me.

By the end of it, obviously, she'd got everyone around

and everyone was standing up on their feet and cheering.

I was at the back so I popped out to the loo and,

when I walked in she was in there but had her back to me.

And I realized that she was just throwing her guts up,

over the toilet, just vomiting.

Sorry, that was probably a really weird story to tell you wasn't it?

Look, what I'm saying is

your mom is so clever and...

and so controlled or she likes to think she's in control all the time.

She likes to believe she's in control.

I think at the moment she's having a...

a bit of a tricky time.

I just need your help to look after her.

Do you think you can do that? Thanks.

Beth!

Amy.

Where've you been?

What were you doing by the cliff edge?

Are you hearing what I'm saying?

Yes.

Then what were you doing?!

Why were you following me?

Crab pots.

Look, this place is...

I think we should leave.

I'm not going anywhere.

You can go if you want.

We can't stay like this.

What are you doing here?

I'm trying to help you.

Why?

Go get cleaned up.

There's no one else here for miles, except you, me, and my daughter.

Where's Maya?

This is ridiculous. She can't have gone far, can she?

Cliffs, rocks, you said it yourself, if when the tide comes in...

Yeah, but she's never disappeared before, has she?

No. Maya! Maya!

Christ, are you drunk?

Let's just find Maya, okay?

Okay, she hasn't run off before, though, has she?

What are you getting at?

Well, just that if you're...

How can you have one eye on her...

I know how to look after my daughter.

Yes, but after what happened yesterday...

Maya! The only thing that's changed is you.

Beth, come on, what are you not telling me?

Maya!

Why did you come down here, Maya, why?!

Why?

You can't leave me like that, Maya. Why?

It's okay.

I think we should go back and bury it.

Maya. Maya, what's wrong?

Oh my God. It's okay.

It's just a bad dream, you're going to be okay.

What's wrong? Is she okay?

She's just having a nightmare.

How often does she wet the bed?

She doesn't.

The good news is we didn't find anything physically wrong with Maya,

apart from the rather nasty panic attack and she's calm now.

Due to the severity of the attack, and your unusual living situation,

I am going to prescribe some emergency medication

in the event that you can't get back to us.

Of course, we'll have to wait for the test to come back to get the complete picture

but as far as we can tell she's gonna be just fine.

A good night's sleep, and someone to keep

an eye on her for a few days should suffice.

You look like that wouldn't hurt you either.

Maya... doesn't talk.

She hasn't made a sound since her father died.

She doesn't make a sound when she laughs or cries either.

I tried everything to get her to speak.

I've taken her to therapists, psychologists, hypnotists, nothing.

But last night she screamed at the top of her lungs, it was deafening.

There's no physical reason why Maya shouldn't speak

or make any of the noises on the usual scale.

Sometimes when a child undergoes trauma at a young age

they can take a little while feeling comfortable communicating

and I think this is on that spectrum.

Do you think she'll start talking now?

Well, there's no overnight cure but, with patience, most cases catch up.

You should probably inform her school if they're not already aware.

Children like Maya need a little extra care and attention to stop them falling behind.

You may want to consider a specialist learning center if you're willing and able to move.

I'm homeschooling her.

She... doesn't do well with large groups of people.

Well, she's still very young, and with the right encouragement,

it may be best for her to endure more socialization, however daunting.

I'll bring her through to you now.

Oh, whilst it's not the sound you were hoping for, it is a start, wouldn't you agree?

I wonder what she's gonna sound like...

when she starts talking again.

Maybe like you.

Silent.

She had a very pretty voice.

- Yeah? - Yeah, she used to read out loud all the time.

She had a great vocabulary.

We used to sing together.

I love singing.

I know you do.

You do?

Yeah, I used to hear you humming from my desk all the time.

That doctor says everything is gonna be fine. She's gonna be okay.

But you don't think so?

Would you think it was weird if I stayed to find out?

Don't come in until I tell you. Maya, stay with Amy.

I'll be back in a moment, okay?

Stay outside.

This is where Christian grew up, isn't it?

Did you break in here?

What, no, this was someone else.

Look, what is happening here?

There's no one in the house now.

I must have...

Let's just forget about all of this.

This, this, this? After what he did

and you leave his stuff here like a fucking museum?

- It is his house! - No, he's dead!

And good riddance!

Look, are we safe here?

Maya, it's all right, Maya.

There's nothing to be afraid of, I checked everything.

There's nothing to worry about, because, there was nothing.

Beth.

Beth.

Maya?

What are you doing with a knife?

Maya?

Maya.

Give me the knife.

Maya!

Fuck!

Oh God! Maya!

Maya!

Maya!

Maya.

Maya, come back!

Have you seen someone in the house?

Someone standing over your bed at night?

I think I've seen him too.

This shit again, really?

I've finished with her. She knows that.

Didn't even ask you to leave the fucking company

because I figured you'd do it for me, for Maya, our little girl?

- Christian, I... - How many chances is too many, Beth?

How many times is enough? 'Cause I'm starting to lose count.

I'm sorry, okay?

We'll be fine, I promise.

Just give me one more chance.

I planned a surprise for you.

Wanted us to celebrate.

Is it still worth it?

Of course.

C'mon. Show me the surprise.

This is nice.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

I mean it. Please, Christian, just,

forgive me this one last time and I promise you this will never happen again.

You make it sound like I have a choice.

You do.

You've always got a choice and I'm just so grateful that

you're using that choice to take me back, for Maya.

I've been thinking about this, you know.

Did you know that you can predict 87% of

US presidential elections just based on height alone?

- It's called the halo effect. - I know what the halo effect is, Christian. Listen...

No. You can predict 87%

of elections because people always assume that tall people are capable.

They think pretty people are kind.

They think being good at something means you'll be good to other people.

We just see something good and think more goodness will grow from it.

Like good and bad are just on a scale

and if you're enough steps along the rest will just take care of itself.

And that's you, Beth.

People convince themselves that you're special.

That you're so charming and intelligent

that you have to be somewhere, deep down, a good person.

And then we want you to like us...

but you're not.

You're mean and narcissistic and controlling

and a drunk.

And it's much worse for Maya.

And you're so blinding for the rest of us.

But for her, you're her mother.

People waste their whole lives wanting their parents to love them

and you've already got two of us completely lost.

There are probably more. Don't know, I'm guessing.

There isn't anyone else.

You're so convincing

that she will sacrifice everything just to be there for you

because she thinks you're perfect

but you're not.

You just suck people in

and you wouldn't sacrifice shit for anyone, not even her.

I can't see it. And I know you.

So what do you want me to do?

Change. But you're not going to, are you?

And I'll probably keep falling for it as well.

Now what chance does Maya stand with parents like us, eh?

You think it's Christian don't you?

Look, I've seen some things.

Someone, I don't know. It's always, out of the corner of my eye but,

I think, I think Maya's seen it too.

Look, I... went back and buried that dead dog.

Look, you just, you just have to tell me.

You have to tell me, otherwise I'm just gonna take my stuff, and take Maya.

No.

We can't stay here.

Not like this.

If there is something out there,

there is something you are not telling me about.

Look, what we did was wrong.

And now we're being punished for it.

Fuck that.

Fuck that and fuck you.

He tried to kill you, Beth.

He pulled you over a cliff into the ocean and then, what?

You drag your daughter out here to his house,

which is literally surrounded by cliffs and the ocean.

Do you understand how insane that is, Beth?

You are the biggest risk out here.

What?

Risk to whom?

Okay, maybe there isn't some, anything like, uh...

Maybe I was wrong about the dog, but the first thing that needs to happen

is that you need to get rid of Christian's stuff.

All of it, all gone.

Beth, he is dead.

You are keeping him alive.

So that's it? You just want me to get...

to destroy everything and then when Maya asks me about her father

I tell her what? Nothing?

Yes.

Or lie.

That's not a truth anyone deserves.

Look, you have to burn it, Beth.

All of it.

I can't.

Yes, you can. You can.

This isn't you, you're better than this.

You have to.

Please stay? Please?

Fine. I'll do it.

It has to be you.

Fine.

Fine.

You know what? Why wait?

Oh.

I just saw someone come in here.

Beth.

Maya, please just speak to me.

Say something Maya, Please.

Beth. Beth.

Maya, what do you have behind your back?

Show it to me.

Now!

- Just give it to me. - Beth!

Where did you get this?

Did you go into the storage?

You said everything, right?

It's scary sometimes isn't it?

My mum used to be my favorite person in the whole world.

She was a nurse and she always knew what to do.

And then she got sick herself.

She didn't know what to do anymore.

And some days I'd get home from school

and she'd open the door to me

and look at me like I was some sort of stranger.

Sometimes she'd just... shut the door in my face,

and, little by little,

I could see the person who I loved the most in the world

was going away.

No.

Oh, clever girl. Come on then.

Beth?

Beth?

Beth.

What, what's going on?

Beth, don't, please, please just talk to me.

Tell me you're still there.

It'll be okay.

Maya!

- Baby, I'm so sorry! - Maya!

You must believe me, I would never hurt you!

Amy.

Amy, please, it's me, I'm okay now.

Christian's gone, I beat him you see.

We can be together again.

Just like before, just you and me...

and Maya.

We can be a family.

Isn't that what you want?

Amy?

Amy?

You'll have to come out eventually.

Maya.

Maya?

Where are you?

Maya!

Maya.

Don't cry, I'm here now.

Maya.

Maya, you trust me, don't you?

It'll be just the two of us again soon, I promise.

Beth.

We're leaving.

We're not going anywhere.

This place isn't sick.

It's you.

Maya, come!

Come.

I'll kill you before I let you take her.

Maya.

Come on, Maya, come on, let's go.

Maya!

Maya!

Hi. Good day at school?

Come on then, chatterbox, in you get.

Mom?

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