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(sea roaring)

(seagulls crying)

(waves crashing)

(child chattering) (toys clattering)

Dillon, what are you doing?

(gasps) What happened to your knee?

Is it like mine?

-Da! -You got it. You got it!

(laughter) Its getting up time, is it?

No, no, no.

I wanna go back to sleep. -(laughs)

(shouting, laughing)

Ah, good boy! (gasps)

Look, its morning!

Say, good morning!

Good morning.

Aaah!

Aah!

ROBIN: Lets wake up Uncle Oz!

Lets wake up Uncle Oz!

-Im awake! -There he is!

-Ow! -(laughs)

Hey! Theres Uncle Ollie!

Its the boy!

(baby talk)

(laughing)

-Youre so scary. -You going to eat some cereal?

Morning, fella.

OLLIE: Ah, morning. How are you?

Is it any...(Dillon giggles) I...mmm...

Oh...(laughs)

ROBIN: And what are you doing today, Harry?

Well, maybe gonna paint on the beach.

Cozimos got a buyer

for one of the portraits that Ive done.

So, Im going to meet him as well.

Very nice. Thats great!

So...

why dont you pull a sickie and join us?

No, I dont think so.

I think I have to go to work. -HARRY: No!

Don't I? Ready?

You flirting with my sister?

-HARRY: What? -ROBIN: Excuse me.

Are you flirting with me?

You look after these bold boys for me, okay?

-Yes? -HARRY: Bold boys.

Yes.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

(kisses)

-Okay, goodbye. -Love you.

ROBIN: Love you. I love you! Say bye!

Bye.

ROBIN: Bye!

(loud street chatter)

Whats that? Hm?

COZIMO: Elephants and snakes.

HARRY: Shall we buy that for Mummy?

(splash)

HARRY: I know, I know, but this is the Irish way of doing it.

And Robin likes the way I cook, so...

Yeah, your wife likes your cooking because she loves you.

When I cook, it seduces her.

Ah, Coz, youre full of it!

Ah...but Id better order the fish.

All those fish.

(speaks in Arabic)

DILLON: Mummy. (speaks in Arabic)

(splashing) (seagulls crying)

Well cook them for Mummy.

Mm, alright, here. Id better get this one home.

-Thank you very much, Cozimo. -Not at all.

See Cozimo later. Say, bye Uncle Cozimo.

-COZIMO: Bye, bye. -Thank you.

Oh, yeah, were you very disappointed by the price

that you got for your painting?

No, not at all. Sure, it sold and thats worth celebrating.

See you later on. Woah...

Almonds scattered last!

Got it! Almonds last.

Almonds scattered last.

(light music playing)

(talking on phone)

(gasps) Darling...

Please don't say what I think you're going to say.

(giggling)

(phone rings)

Well just, er...

just answer this phone (straining) two seconds

while I answer the phone.

Let's see whos on the phone.

Its Mummy! Lemme guess...

Youll be late. -(quietly) Oh, Im sorry, babe.

(sighs) Do you hear that?

You tell that Samira one

Ill have words with her, will you?

-Can Ollie help? - No, hes away as usual.

ROBIN: Dills, Mummy loves you. Go sleepies!

(quietly) He says, “Fuck off.”

(laughs)

I sold that painting.

Didnt I?

I wanted to celebrate. I wanted to spoil you.

Babe, thats amazing.

Look, Ill...Ill get home as soon as I can...

ROBIN: ...and I'm more than happy for you to spoil me.

-Alright, alright. -Thank you, Mummy.

I love you. Love you.

(habbān music playing)

Right...

Almonds scattered last.

Agh! Fuck!

(door creaks)

(Dillon giggles) Oh, for Gods sake.

Right. Daddys got something in the oven.

He needs to go and check on it and hell be right back.

And when he comes back, you and Mr Owl

will be asleep, okay?

(door squeaks)

Now let Mr Owl sing his wee song.

(lullaby music tinkling)

(call to prayer in distance)

Alright...

Fuck did I put it?

This is Cozimo.

I can't take your call right now

because I'm either doing something brilliant

and essential for humanity or I'm on the toilet.

Leave a message. (beep)

Coz, you took the bag with Robins present in it.

Can you call be back please?

(clicks his teeth)

Right...

(sighs impatiently)

Amina, will you look after Dillon for me? Two minutes.

-Okay. -Okay?

-Okay. -Thank you.

Cinq minutes. (speaks French)

Okay.

(knocks on door) Coz!

(door unlocks, opens)

Coz! Coz!

(bag rustling)

(birds squawking)

(ominous music)

(dogs barking)

(door closes)

(dogs barking chaotically)

Uh...

(crash)

(rubble rumbling, falling)

(explosions)

Argh!

Argh!

(rubble crashing) (loud clang)

(distorted thud)

(crashing)

(distorted shouting)

(breathes heavily)

No.

(sirens blaring)

(breathing heavily)

(screams) Dillon!

(ethereal music) (seagulls crying)

(spark zaps)

(coughing)

(rubble crashing)

-Uh...Robin. -Oh, my God...

Where is he?

Well find him.

What?

What do you mean?

-Robin, stop... -No! No!

Stop! Stop! Shush! Shush! Its okay. Hey...

Get off! Let go of me! Let go!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no, Dillon, no...(cries)

-Shhh... -Madam, please. Please.

Silence. (speaks in Arabic)

You...you need to be quiet. You need to be quiet.

Theyre finding people. Theres air pockets.

-No, I am...okay, okay. -Be quiet.

(exhales) Oh, God. Come on Dillon. Wake up.

Please...no...(cries)

(dramatic music)

(sea roars gently)

(crow caws)

(deep sigh)

Were you watching me?

(crow caws)

Well, I couldnt sleep.

Coffee?

(exhales)

(sighs)

What are your plans for today?

I'm going to try that new gallery

because we need the money.

Thanks, babe.

I was thinking...

I'll stick on some toast as well.

(crow cawing)

ROBIN: Dillon, come on! Come back to me.

Come to me! Quick! As fast as you can.

The other one...

-ROBIN: Its away! -Yep, yep, ooy.

ROBIN: Yes, go get it.

(quietly) Happy birthday, baby boy.

(sighs)

(scraping)

(tearing)

(sighs)

(soft music)

-(shouts) Robin! -Jesus Christ!

No, its just me.

(sighs) Ollie.

I told you I was coming to help.

Yeah, you did. But you were drunk, so...

I dont even live here.

I mean, Ive offered to help out of the goodness of my heart,

and this is the thanks I get?

Mm, it is.

I mean, when they were handing out big brothers,

you did so well for yourself.

Oh, Im sure. So well.

So, in here, what do you think? Panelling or paint?

Well, youre the architect, so why are you asking me?

‘Cause I need to know what job I'm leaving you with.

Well, in that case, definitely paint.

Come here, look what I found.

Its not more woodworm, is it?

(chuckles)

Do you remember, Granny used to do that

on our birthdays?

You really were a short arse, werent you?

Not anymore.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Yep. Please.

OLLIE: You okay?

(tap running)

(ominous music fades in)

(bricks crashing)

(rescue workers grunting)

Please. Please, please. My friends...

Listen to me. This is very, very important. Important.

Please come. Listen to me.

-No. -Please.

Please come back to my place now.

We must eat and drink and rest,

we must rest. Please! -SAMIRA: No.

Robin...

(speaks in French)

(commotion amongst the rescue workers / blow whistles)

Skāt! Skāt!

(whistle blows repeatedly)

(speaks in French)

(people shouting in Arabic)

(background chatter in Arabic)

They've found something, sit down.

(speaking French)

(people shouting frantically)

We just have to keep looking.

I cant...

(earth moving machine rumbling)

Go on...

(rescue worker shouting)

(ominous music)

(Harry strains/groans)

Harry, how did you survive it?

How did you get out?

For five minutes...

For five minutes.

What?

Downstairs.

For five minutes, downstairs.

You were downstairs?

-ROBIN: You... -What?

You werent inside?

Wait, why didnt you run up to him?

You could have saved him, no?

Why didnt you...

what do you mean you were downstairs? I don't...

Wait, wait, no, just, dont...

you went downstairs.

You went downstairs, so he was on his own.

Was he on his own, Harry? Im talking to you!

You went downstairs.

Where was Dillon when you went downstairs?

Where was he?

(screams) Where was he, Harry?

You...wa...was he on his own?

Just a...was he on his own?

Will you answer my question, for fucks sake?

Was he on his own?

No, Harry. Dont you touch me.

Fucking touch me...

Robin, youre gonna hurt yourself!

Would it...Robin!

Robin, listen to me!

Listen to me.

(Robin sobs)

(cries) Please tell me that he wasnt on his own.

I need to find my baby. Please...Id do anything...

Dillon, please! No, no! Ow...

Robin, would you please just calm down for a sec. Please.

(cries) We need to find him.

Dillon.

Dillon, please. Its okay, Im here.

Please, I'm so sorry...okay.

(train hooting)

(loud, echoing chatter)

Oh, is that you? (laughs)

(poignant music)

(distorted whoosh)

Dillon! (train clattering)

(high tempo music)

Urgh!

(train squeals)

(music tempo reaches crescendo)

Sorry.

There was a woman standing over...did you see...?

Did you see, did you see where they went?

(train clattering)

(ominous music)

(high tempo music fades in)

(traffic rumbling)

(breathing heavily)

Dillon!

Dillon!

Get out of the way, ya fuckin eejit, ya!

-Hey! -Fuck off!

-Get off the road. -Hey, did you see a woman?

Did you see a woman with a boy? Hey! Hey!

(dramatic music)

Dillon!

Dillon!

(piano music)

(gasps, sobs)

(breathes heavily)

(trains rumble distantly overhead)

(sea lapping gently)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Wha...whats this?

Its for Dillon.

For his birthday.

And this is for you.

Youre pregnant?

(chuckles)

Im pregnant.

(wind whistling outside)

Er...

(sombre music)

-Why? Why? -What?

Why today?

Why today?

What do you mean?

Why today, of all days?

I...

I thought on his birthday...

Thats a fucking...

cake.

I...I thought it was like he was looking down on us.

(upset) Its...its what he would have wanted.

(blows candles)

(water rippling)

(dark music)

(phone rings)

I appreciate how upsetting this news is,

but, er, after 96 hours, there is no hope of, er...

of reclaiming any more

victims alive.

Especially one so young.

No.

No, sorry, this is insane.

You hear about it all the time.

Five...

ten days later, they still find people.

Please...(cries)

Our units have concluded their search.

The rubble will be cleared shortly.

No!

If any bodies are reclaimed

during the process...

families will be notified.

So, we just leave him?

(sobs)

So, we just leave Dillon?

Many families are holding their, er, funerals...

-No. -...with items

belonging to their loved ones.

(crying) I cant leave him.

(sobbing)

Dyou mean? (cries)

So, you'll just clear the rubble and rebuild, will ya?

(dark music)

Who'll be rebuilding?

Er, excuse me?

Those little streets were always meant to be

knocked for new apartments anyway, weren't they?

So what,

the sooner the better to get the new developers in, is it?

-ROBIN: Oh, Harry... -What are you implying?

Is it little brown envelopes, is it?

(cries) Oh God!

I can see you are upset...

Well, of course, Im fucking upset!

But I can assure you, its not the case.

Now, I am going to have to ask you to leave.

Youre all fucking corrupt!

(crying) Oh, for fucks sake...

All of you!

(speaks in Arabic)

(door crashes open) Hey, hey! Hey...

(Harry shouting in background) Hey.

Hey.

What did they say?

(cries) They said we might have to leave him.

His dad should have been there. (sobs)

Oh, God, oh...

We need to keep looking!

(crying)

Oh, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no...

(dramatic music)

COZIMO: You have to speak to him, Robin.

He made a stupid mistake,

but he had no way of knowing

how stupid it would turn out to be.

I wanted to go home...

when Dillon was born.

No, no.

No.

You wanted it too.

You have been very happy here.

Have you never made a mistake in your life?

MALE: Tell Harry.

(crows squawk)

(exhales)

(crow cawing)

(water rippling gently)

(crow caws)

(door opens)

(crow cawing)

(haunting music)

(dark music continues)

(door slams)

Pull that fucker away, now.

(digger engine grumbling)

Get this pulled away, now.

Harry! Harry!

I'll throw this rock through your window!

(Cozimo and the digger driver argue in background)

Harry! Im sorry, Im sorry!

HARRY: Do you not understand theres a boy in here?

(cross-shouting)

Stop! Stop!

You stay the fuck...

stay the fuck away!

No, sorry. Im so sorry. Harry...Harry...

They dont fucking understand!

-I know. -I...

Please. Harry, we need to let them...

Does that, does that... theres a little boy in here.

If you, youll kill him...

Harry, we have to let them do their job.

(sorrowful music)

Theyll do it gently. Okay?

They ca...they cant do it... they can't do it gently.

Theyll kill him, Robin.

Harry...

(brick clatters)

(quietly) I need you to come home.

Please, Harry.

Im sorry.

Can we go home?

(dramatic music fades in)

Come on Harry, where are you?

(phone pings)

(phone pings)

(tense music)

(waves crashing)

(suspenseful music)

(door opens)

(train clatters distantly)

Do you want to tell me whats going on?

Please, Harry.

I didnt know how to tell you without you thinking Im nuts.

Try.

Yesterday, erm...

in the station, on the platform across from me...

I saw...Dillon.

So, that's...thats it. Thats why, thats why...

Yep.

It was him.

Thats why Im here. Im asking to see if the...

if they had any of the CCTV footage here,

but she says no.

And if I could just get a hold of that,

one of the cameras is bound to have seen them.

So, if I could just see that and...

I just know.

(train clatters distantly)

I saw him.

I know.

Is there anything...

is there anything youre not... -Like what?

...telling me?

Look, its not...Im not having another episode.

Is that what youre saying?

I saw the drawings of Dillon.

Okay.

Are you still taking your medication?

What sort of ques...

of course Im still taking my...

You see, I see that I shouldnt have told you.

-Im not, not trying to... -Youre getting stressed out.

No.

Im not stressed.

(dramatic music)

Okay.

Okay, theres...theres someone I can ask.

But if I get the footage,

we can let this go.

(crow cawing)

I think its happening again.

What're you gonna do?

I don't know.

But I went to college with a friend

whos in the guards now, so...

maybe she can help us.

Well watch the footage,

and he can put this behind him.

(birds twittering)

You got it?

I need you to promise me...

that when you see this...

when you see that it's not Dillon...

It was Dillon.

-Har... -It was Dillon!

Harry...

I cant...

do this again.

(children playing in background)

(tense music)

Do you understand?

No, somebody help!

Somebody help!

-Its okay. -No, its not. Put him down!

Hey! This is...this is my son!

What happened when we came home,

it cant happen again. -This is not like that.

This is different than that. I know the difference.

I love you.

I love you.

Okay.

And I want you here.

But if youre gonna be in this babys life,

I need you to be healthy.

I need you to get better.

For good.

I understand what youre saying.

-Okay. -Okay?

Okay.

(keyboard tapping)

Theres a lot of footage. Erm...

I can't remember the exact time,

but I think it was around four oclock,

so thats too early.

Okay.

(suspenseful music)

So, there was a...there was a girl standing here

and she was playing the fiddle.

And they were standing right beside her.

There.

ROBIN: The fiddle?

So, she must have co... come up...

They must have come up the escalators,

but thats...thats still too early.

Thats four oclock.

I dont see anyone playing the fiddle, Harry.

But thats not the right angle.

You cant see...you cant see it

on this one.

See, you cant see, you cant actually see

the top of the escalator there.

Sorry, show me the...

Like, you can see, obviously like

Im not reacting to nothing.

Look, obviously Ive seen something over here.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, but weve seen this one.

No, we havent... we havent seen that one.

Weve...Harry, weve... no, weve seen all of this.

Look, were looking at all the stuff inside.

Wheres the ones we havent seen then?

ROBIN: Okay, but dont get annoyed at me.

-Im just saying that... -HARRY: Well, then obviously...

ROBIN: Its the same shot, so...

HARRY: Its not the same shot. Its the same people, obviously.

Its just a different angle.

Where the fuck is that angle of that platform?

You alright?

Are you okay?

Yes.

Its not...

Harry, Im seven weeks.

Its the size of a pea.

(chuckles)

Im just...I was just thinking of the...

of that book that we had when you were expecting Dillon.

And it told you what size

the baby was gonna be per week,

compared to a fruit or a vegetable.

(they laugh)

-Do you remember that? -I remember that.

The wee cartoons of the fruit and the vegetables.

-(laughs) -The faces.

ROBIN: You loved that book.

Im gonna, Im gonna...

Im gonna be a better dad to this one.

This...

(sighs)

You were the best dad, Harry.

Ill never let him down.

ROBIN: Or her.

Or her.

(soft music)

I did not imagine it.

Har...

Im so tired.

I dont, I... -Im sorry, do you want...

we take a break?

-Yeah. -Make you a cup of tea?

Please.

What do you want? Do you want normal tea?

Do you want...erm, ginger?

Wasnt that the...it, it was ginger tea, wasnt it,

you had with...

with Dillon, wasnt it? -Mm-hmm.

HARRY: For, what was it, nausea or...?

Where is it? Do you have... do we have ginger tea?

-Yep. Over there. -HARRY: Is it?

(light clattering)

HARRY: Ha, right at the back.

(laughs)

HARRY: Thats how popular that one is...

(sinister music)

HARRY: Wasnt it... it was peppermint

you used to drink as well, wasnt it?

(mugs clatter)

What was it that came after the pea?

Did it go like vegetable, fruit, fruit, vegetable?

(file erase sound)

Erm...

I think it was strawberry, wasnt it?

HARRY: Oh, yeah. (laughs)

I knew you were gonna say strawberry.

(laughs)

-Here you are. -Thank you.

Just watch, thats hot there.

(soft music)

What's this?

Is this new, a new file?

No.

I don't think Ive seen that angle.

Thats it.

(mouse tapping)

♪ There's a shadow ♪

♪ On my wing ♪

♪ It is not shared ♪

(exhales)

♪ It is not moving ♪

(Harry sighs)

♪ It's wrapped inside ♪

♪ My arms ♪

HARRY: I wanted you to see him too. (cries)

♪ Arms ♪

(Harry sobbing)

Hey...

♪ There's a cold over ♪

♪ My breath ♪

♪ It is not shared ♪

♪ It cannot fare thee well ♪

♪ It's wrapped inside ♪

♪ my arms ♪

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