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(Dillon laughing)

it's about Dillon.

(dramatic music)

I saw Dillon.

Dillon!

I saw him here in Dublin.

Harry you must come here and get him,

you must get Dillon.

Don't do whatever it is that you're about to do.

You do owe me.

(singing, music playing)

Hey...

you seem out of sorts.

You doing okay?

Yeah, we've got a problem.

Do your fucking job. (Harry groans)

He said he saw him with that woman.

The woman with red hair.

Err...

The man's got dementia.

Harry, Jesus Christ.

Please come home with me.

For me.

(treacherous music)

(van engine roars)

(thud) Urgh.

Help!

Help! (van tyres squealing)

(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

(muezzin chanting)

(seagulls crying)

(waves crashing)

Ollie?

(suspenseful music)

Oliver?

I'm gonna call him, okay? -Call him.

(phone ringing)

There?

-( Ollie groans ) -Ollie?

OLLIE: (screams) Robin!

(fist thuds) (Ollie groans)

We'll be in touch.

Do not contact the police.

( phone hangs up )

Did somebody steal his fucking phone?

I don't know.

Who was that?

It's not one of his stupid fucking jokes, is it?

Call him back. -No, but then who was that?

Call him back.

( phone beeps ) OLLIE: Hey, this is Ollie,

please leave your name and number...

It's going straight to voice message,

okay, I'm gonna call the police.

-No, you can't call the police. -What do you mean?

No, whoever that was on the phone,

he sounded fucking serious,

no...he said no police, no fucking police.

Then what else are we supposed to do?

(high tempo music)

(Robin sighs)

(tense music fades in)

Come in.

(background office chatter)

FADOUL: After 96 hours, there is no hope of, er...

of reclaiming any more victims alive.

(dramatic music) ( distorted shouting )

Let's go.

Sit.

I have asked around about your brother,

he is with a man called Karim Toufan.

How...

how does your brother know someone like Karim Toufan?

I don't know, who is he?

Very dangerous guy.

He's in Skala

I can give you the address,

but it's not a place for tourists.

Er, what...what does that mean?

What kind of place is it?

It's a really bad neighborhood.

If your brother is there looking for trouble,

that's where he'll find it.

There are gangs, prostitution.

Does your brother sell drugs?

He's a piano teacher.

Do you know something, Mr Lonergan?

Back when we lived here,

I...I think Ollie worked for this guy, Karim.

possibly selling drugs, I don't know, but...

Mm, great.

Robin!

Robin, he begged me not to tell you.

Come on now, you knew he was no angel.

Stop, it is not what he did,

it's that you're keeping his secrets and he's keeping yours.

What else are you hiding from me?

We didn't wanna hurt you, that's all.

Right, okay, I need to find him.

You're gonna find him on your own, are you?

Yes I am.

I fucking hate this place.

No, listen to me,

I hate this place, it's cursed,

and I just want to go home. -I know.

-Please, I just... -I know.

It's alright.

(dramatic music)

(car doors close)

Thanks. (dramatic music)

(cat meows)

(man speaks Arabic)

Hi.

Fadoul said it's somewhere down the end of this lane.

(cat meowing)

(ominous music)

(woman speaks Arabic)

(Harry speaks Arabic)

(gate squeaks loudly)

(Ollie crying, gasping)

Can you hear that?

Where is he?

(Ollie protests distantly)

It's coming from up here.

(dramatic music)

(Ollie crying)

Ollie?

Ollie?

Ollie, come on.

-Let's get you out of here. -Ollie, come on.

-(Ollie screams) -What is it?

Come on, come on, come here.

Come on, come here.

(high tempo music)

-(Ollie gasps) -Ollie, Ollie!

Hey.

So it looks like we have a little problem, huh?

Ollie here, he cannot leave, he owes me.

Owes you what?

You're the sister.

Dillon's mother.

How do you know me?

KARIM: Your brother owes me money.

Right, what...what for?

Do you wanna tell them, hmm?

Ollie?

No?

(high tempo music)

No, no, no no no!

No leave him, leave him, leave him!

No, no, no, it's alright.

Look, please, please!

Okay, alright, look...

Look, please, please.

We will pay you what he owes you, just...

-We'll pay you. -ROBIN: What does he owe you?

Whatever it is, we'll pay.

Alright?

It's gone beyond money now. - (crying)

- Now, it's the principle. - Look, please,

we...we will pay you double...double...

what he owes you. Three... -HARRY: Double.

We...we will pay you three times over if you just...

if we pay you three times over then

that sets a principle too, please.

You answered his phone, and if you wanted him dead,

he'd already be dead.

(tense music)

Sure, why not?

But he stays here until you bring me 250,000 dirham,

and this time...

if you go to your little lawyer friend

or the police...

there will be no second chance.

You get that?

-Mm-hmm. -Mm-hmm.

You got three hours.

Get the fuck out of here.

-Okay. -Sorry, sorry.

HARRY: Go, go, go, go!

(speaks Arabic)

Yeah, today if possible.

Yeah, thank you, thanks.

Okay, er, 250,000 dirham

is 23,000 euro,

and we have 20 in tax,

and three and a half in our current, so-

What the hell was he paying Ollie to do?

Something's not right with this.

Are you fucking serious?

Ollie just got the shit kicked out of him by some gangster,

and we're about to use money that we don't have

to bail him out, and you think something's not right.

Even though we're all here because of you.

He's got himself into this mess,

that's got nothing to do with me.

Oh, it never does.

Does it, Harry?

Did you hear what I just said?

I'm about to use our tax money to bail him out,

which means when we get back to Dublin,

we're gonna have to find that money from somewhere

or we're going to lose our house!

We'll find the money,

we always do, don't we?

No, we don't always find it, Harry!

I do! It's always me!

(door slams)

(door slams)

(people chattering) (car horns honking)

(clatter)

(pigeon cooing)

Shef?

Hahuma rj'au.

Faster than I expected.

Maybe I should've asked for more.

There is no more.

(footsteps receding)

Next time, you won't be able to buy your way out.

Understand?

Take him.

(scuffling) Harry!

What...?

-(Shef groans) -Harry, what...?

What is this place? (tense music)

And do not bullshit me,

I'll slice his fucking throat open.

You know what it is,

there is a great deal of money to be made from children.

What?

You knew my son's name.

Did he...

did he sell my son to you? -What?

Harry, what are you talking about?

Did he sell my son to you?

Just fucking tell me!

Pretty little kid like that is worth a lot of money.

What?

(Harry whimpers)

But that is not my business.

This place belonged to a rival.

I did not approve of what he did.

And I know your son's name

because I make it a point

to know my employees' families

so they know I know.

Are you telling the truth?

What do you think?

Hmm?

(fist thuds) Hey.

ROBIN: Harry! (knife blade sings)

(speaking Arabic)

Driss.

(speaking Arabic)

You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood.

Now you, go!

Go, go!

(seagulls crying)

So what were you doing for that guy?

OLLIE: Smuggled drugs for him.

Did two trips, they paid me to do another.

Then the earthquake happened,

we all went back to Dublin.

I knew he wouldn't come looking for me

'cause it wasn't worth it...

unless I came back here.

I don't know either of you.

(door closes)

(sighs)

How?

How could you think I could do that to Dillon?

(urban bustling)

(dramatic music)

(woman speaks Arabic)

I don't know how much you'll get from him.

I just wanna see him... before I go.

(gentle music)

When he's lucid, he, um, still mentions you.

He loves you and your little boy.

Thank you.

Robin?

-Hey, Coz. -Were we meant to meet

to go to the souk?

No.

No no no, I just...I just wanted to come and see you.

Oh.

Hi.

How are Harry and Dillon?

They're good.

Yeah, they're good.

Robin. (chuckles)

I'm sorry, I must've drifted off.

Did you get the nappies from the big supermarket?

I remember you hated to wash the cloth ones.

(both laugh)

You know my mother was the exact opposite,

she loved to wash them all day long.

I did, oh, I did.

I...(laughs) I got them.

It's so good to see you, Coz.

They won't let me go.

Who won't?

Can you help me?

I need to find my mother.

It's okay.

She's coming.

Your mother is coming

Oh.

She just needs you to wait here for her.

You're safe.

You're safe.

I'm gonna go.

You wait here, I'll go and get her.

(kiss)

-Did you go?

-Hmm?

(soft music continues)

Did you go back to the Green Monkey?

What did you say?

I could've stopped him leaving, you know?

ROBIN: What?

I could've told him to fight for you...

that you loved him.

Better he went back to his wife.

Better for who?

Better for everyone.

(thunder rumbling)

(Cozimo humming) (gentle music continues)

(scooter engine buzzes)

(loud chatter)

Bienvenue à l'hôtel de Green Monkey, Madam.

ROBIN: Is room number seven available?

(gentle music)

(people talking distantly)

(key turns in lock) (door opens)

(door closes)

(melancholic music)

(birds singing)

HARRY: We've gone down this street before.

ROBIN: Yeah. I think we’ve come...no, wait...

(crowd singing)

(people chattering)

COZIMO: Robin?

(loud music, singing)

DAVE: Hey.

(gentle music fades in) (scooter engine buzzing)

MAN: Bonjour, Madam.

(people chattering)

(door closes)

DAVE: Come back to bed.

(Robin sighs)

(melancholic music)

(birds singing)

DAVE: Tell Harry.

Tell him what?

About us.

(laughs)

Are you serious?

I don't, erm...

I don't wanna be without you anymore.

You split up with your wife...

two months ago,

not even...

seven weeks?

-And four days. -(laughs)

You can't go from one serious relationship to another.

Why not?

Because...

because you can't.

Because you can't, right?

Yeah, it's...it's...it's not an answer, Robin.

(Robin laughs)

Look, you're...

you're not a replacement, okay?

You're everything that I have ever wanted.

And, erm...

Harry's a decent guy.

Tell me you're not in love with me.

(soft music)

I'm not in love with you.

I am infatuated with you.

But that will fade.

Same as it will for you.

-No, it won't. -Yes, it will.

I know my own mind.

So, you're gonna stay with him under some kind of...

marital duty?

No.

No, I love him.

(people chattering)

So...

what are the odds of another rendezvous, say tomorrow?

Erm, maybe.

(kiss) Maybe.

Please.

Okay.

-I have to go. -Alright.

-Okay? -Yeah.

Bye.

-One more, one more. -(Robin laughs)

(dramatic music)

Cozimo, how could Robin and me not be fine?

We're living our best life.

-Oh, are you? -Yeah.

-You're living your best life? -Yeah.

And you think Robin's living her best life?

Yeah.

She works every day,

morning, noon and night,

and you think that's her... her best...

But do you see her at all? -Yeah.

Robin, you...you really look at her?

No, you don't!

Because you're walking around in the street,

cocksure, you think you're such a great fellow-

Cocksure?

You're maybe a prophet or maybe Jesus Christ himself.

Now, come on.

And giving advice to everybody

and, er, talking about your best

You know nothing about it all, what do you...?

You know nothing!

And it...I...I...

When was the last time you did something special for her?

-I do special stuff for Robin. -For Robin, no,

Ah, what...what was it that you did special? When...when...?

When...when...never mind.

When was the last time that you show her

that you love her?

You love this woman, hey?

Are you...are you capable of that?

Do you understand it?

Ah, you are most impossible, stupid, stupid,

average boy who drive me completely mad.

(soft music)

Keep going, keep going, keep going.

ROBIN: Okay, oh it's...

HARRY: I've got my eyes closed too so-

-ROBIN: No, Harry. -I'm joking, I'm joking.

Okay, turn.

Maybe the whole world, I don't know.

Well, I will say it is very romantic.

(laughs)

Oh, look, look who it is.

Aww, what a lovely,

beautiful couple they are.

I love you.

(romantic music)

(seagulls crying)

(Robin retching)

(dramatic music)

Okay.

(panicked breathing)

What the fuck?

Erm...

(door closes) Oh.

(clears throat)

(Harry chatting)

(door knocks)

HARRY: Rob, we're back!

Okay, I'll be out in a sec.

COZIMO: Is Robin not feeling well?

I don't know what's wrong with her,

she's been sick like that for days.

It seems very sudden.

Well, what's the point of waiting?

She's not going to get any less pregnant.

(chuckles)

Well, I know that but...

-ROBIN: Who's pregnant?

-HARRY: Are you alright? -COZIMO: You look terrible.

HARRY: Take this medication. -Who's pregnant?

Er, Garrick's wife.

Coz was just saying he's gone back to her.

Turns out he got her pregnant before the split.

(dramatic music)

But, er, you know, good luck to them,

maybe it's the universe giving them a second chance.

(thud)

(gentle music)

(Robin sighs)

Listen to me...Robin,

you fainted because you are severely dehydrated,

and I'm thinking it is...

because you are pregnant.

(dramatic music)

-Harry? -Oh, no, no, I...I...

I told...Harry.

He is over the moon.

So happy.

-Listen to me. -No.

Give me your hand.

Look...

I love you both...very much.

You belong to each other.

But some men need something like this

to happen before they can grow up.

Just as Garrick did

when he returned to his wife.

You understand what I am saying?

-Coz? -HARRY: Coz, I got the stuff.

Ah.

(Harry panting)

(kiss)

How you feeling?

Erm...

I'm...I'm...okay.

HARRY: Pregnant?

My God.

I've...I've been thinking you've been sick all this time.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't know.

(laughs)

I am so happy for us.

We're going to be amazing parents.

It'll be absolutely amazing.

(melancholic music)

(birds singing)

(Dillon giggling)

(gentle music)

(seagulls crying)

(door opens)

Where were you?

Where've you been?

At Cozimo's.

Did he say anything about Dillon?

To say goodbye.

Why you...

were you so quick...

to move on?

Harry, I can't do this right now.

Please listen to me for a second,

why were you so quick

to...

accept it?

Why were you so quick to accept

that our son may be dead?

Because a bloody great building

collapsed on top of him.

What if he wasn't there when it happened?

And where did he go?

For a walk?

What, well, if a... if a child trafficker

saw Dillon,

if a child trafficker

was watching us, and saw me leave,

and knew he was on his own and took him,

do you not wanna at least stay here to rule that out?

ROBIN: No.

You don't?

I don't because I don't even want to think

about what could've happened

if a child trafficker took Dillon,

I would rather he was dead.

You'd rather he was dead?

Well, I never felt that he was gone.

and I would've felt it.

Do you know why? -Why?

Because he's my son.

That's why.

Yeah.

HARRY: And you're his mother.

(door closes)

(Harry sighs)

You're his mother!

(car horns honking) (traffic rumbling)

(people chattering)

(dramatic music)

(car door closes)

(melancholic music)

(sea churning)

(doorbell rings)

HARRY: Ollie?

Go on, the door.

Ollie.

Ollie!

(door opens)

(Harry sighs)

I'm an arsehole.

Is that it?

I know you hate me.

I hate myself.

Harry, if you're looking for sympathy just fuck off.

I'm not, I'm not.

I'm hoping for forgiveness from my best mate.

Actually just fuck off.

You thought that I'd sold Dillon.

(shouts) Can you hear that?

You thought that I had sold Dillon!

How could you think that I would be capable of that?

I don't think that.

I really don't think that.

I don't know what way I'm thinking.

I thought that at the station,

I can't move on from that

and...

I'm stuck.

Now I'm pushing everyone I love away from me.

Well, just stop.

Stop and get whatever help it is you need

or you're gonna lose all of us,

including that baby that Robin is carrying.

Is that what you want?

I just really want things to be okay again.

Can we sit down and...

talk?

Yeah.

(gentle music)

(kettle clicks)

(mugs clinking)

(e-mail swishes)

(seagulls crying)

(waves crashing)

(ship horn blares)

Well done.

ROBIN: Oh.

Let me get it.

What?

Do you?

-(Dillon giggles) -Pat it in.

(laughs)

Pat it in there, come on.

Hi Robin.

Coz said I'd find you here.

What...?

What are you doing here?

Nice to see you too.

(Dillon chatters)

Sorry, I...

I wasn't expecting...

Back for work.

Mind if I sit?

No, of course.

Okay, good boy.

Will you do that over there?

You get that cone over there, will you?

Good boy.

Handsome little man.

How old is he?

Two.

(sighs)

And, er...

does Harry know?

Know what?

(dramatic music)

This is Felix.

My son.

You were gone, you'd left.

I'm so...

You were gone and you had left

because Eva was pregnant?

I didn't know.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I should've told you.

But you'd have to choose your wife.

No Robin.

I would've chosen you.

You didn't answer my question, does Harry know?

No.

-But he's a good father? -He's the best.

And Garrick, he can't,

so, I need you not to tell Eva

because if you tell Eva then Harry could find out,

and I can't-

I don't like lying to her, Robin.

And I don't like lying to Harry but I have,

I have...

for two years.

(melancholic music)

I won't tell her.

I won't tell her.

Thank you.

Give me one thing.

Just, er...

let me know...

(Dillon chattering)

every now and again how...

how he's doing.

Okay.

(seagulls crying)

Goodbye, Robin.

(gentle music)

(Dillon chattering)

Fuck.

Come here.

(door opens)

(water running)

(pepper grinding)

HARRY: Smells good.

I apologised to Ollie.

And I need to apologise to you.

What for?

For...

For dragging me to Morocco?

Yes. (Harry sighs)

And for not being...

everything that I should be

for the person that I care

the most about in the world.

If I have to choose, Harry...

I'll choose this baby.

I'll do everything I can that you never have

to make a choice like that.

You know I miss him too.

But we can't...

keep going over this.

HARRY: We can't keep going over this.

I can't.

I won't.

I just need time, that's all.

I just need time.

(soft music)

Tomorrow, I'm gonna go to the doctor,

and I'm gonna get myself sorted out...

because I need to.

Can you bear with me on that?

Of course.

Yeah, of course.

Thank you

HARRY: I love you.

I love you.

Can we start tonight? (laughs)

Sure.

Can we start

with...

something...

like...

a movie night in bed?

(both laughing)

-Yeah. -And...I'll dish this up,

and we'll...

start there.

Okay, go.

-(Robin laughs) -Go.

Okay, okay.

-I've got this. -ROBIN: Okay.

(gentle music)

(Harry sighs)

(bin clatters)

(Harry exhales loudly)

(bin clatters)

(cat meowing)

Hey. Pss-pss-pss...

(cat meows crossly)

Hey.

(water rippling)

(sighs deeply)

(clears throat)

-Ohh. -HARRY: Here we go.

(Harry laughs)

Thank you.

This is a great start.

Alright, it's all set up there.

Oh, I love this.

Wait, you're not watching it with me?

I'm just gonna clean up downstairs, I'll be quick,

shout if you need anything.

Okay.

(dramatic music)

(sighs)

(bag rustles)

Just fine.

(tense music)

What you doing?

Hi, this is Harry Lonergan.

I'm calling...

to see if there is an appointment available tomorrow.

DOCTOR: Okay, let me have a look.

I'm just gonna put you on hold there for a second.

(mousepad tapping)

Hello?

Hello, Mr Lonergan, are you there?

Where's that file?

(ominous music)

(mousepad tapping)

(inhales sharply)

(gasps, sobs)

(ominous music crescendo)

(keyboard tapping)

(suspenseful music)

(breathing heavily)

♪ There's a shadow on my wing ♪

♪ It is not shared ♪

♪ It is not moving ♪

♪ It's wrapped inside ♪

♪ My arms... ♪

♪ Arms... ♪

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