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This holiday has officially started.

I missed you so much.

Do you love me, Sean?

Of course I love you.

I don't have any proof.

I just know. She's having an affair.

"Why can't you be more like Sean?"

Who is that texting you?

Are you spying on me?

Jake!

Do you still blame me for what happened with you and Michael?

Sean and I slept together.

Twenty years ago!

She really liked you.

- I think she wanted it to go further. - Well, it didn't.

It wasn't me, it was the party girl.

- Really? - It definitely wasn't me.

- It must have been Kate. - Nah, I know you.

Or was it you, Jenny?

I knew they'd be okay without us. Look at this.

- Mature. Very mature. - One, two, three!

We won this?

- What the hell are you doing?! - Easy, big man.

Chill. Chill. Chill.

Are you okay, Dad?

I'll go stick on the barbecue.

- This is it, guys. - A bit different from Neptunes.

- Oh, that sticky floor. - And those gorgeous toilets.

- You didn't have to work there. - Ladies.

- Well, we would like Sambuca, right? - No way.

- Come on. It's tradition. - No. No. Those mussels last night...

- Kate? - Absolutely!

Just the one.

- Sure. - Shut up you.

And a bottle of champagne, please. The biggest. The biggest.

- It's good to see you, you know. - Oh, come here.

Wait, I want to show you something.

So, look at the pictures.

Look at us!

It's a blast from the past, isn't it?

Look at these beauties...

So young.

- Cheers. - Oh, my God!

When was this taken?

Did you guys know that Jenny and Sean slept together at uni?

You knew and you never told me?

I thought you knew.

You and Sean were so happy together, why spoil it?

So he didn't tell you?

Look, it was only a one night thing, so...

- Yeah, that's what I told you, Kate. - Yeah.

But you wanted it to be more, right?

And it all turned out alright in the end, didn't it?

- It sure did. - Come on.

- Cheers. - Yeah, cheers, everyone.

- Just drink. - Cheers.

Get it over with, come on.

- Keep drinking. - Cheers.

- Pass me the ball, Daniel. - I'm going to.

- It's my turn! - Okay, okay.

Jake.

This is fun.

I can't believe you're letting him drink again.

- Do I have a choice? - You are his father.

Teenage boys are a bit different than six year old girls, Russ.

You can't just shout at 'em.

Look, I'm sorry, about the pool.

No, no. I...

This holiday is a bit more stressful than I reckoned on.

You need a hand?

Cut the rolls if you like.

So, how's it going?

- Work and that? - Not so bad, yourself?

Did Rowan not tell you? Got laid off.

No.

Why would she tell me that?

I don't know.

You have been in contact quite a lot lately, I just thought...

I'm sure you'll be fine. A man of your ability.

I don't know. You seem to have it all.

Have you seen my bank balance?

That's not what I mean.

Another?

Yeah, why not.

No, no, no, no, wait. That's not what I mean.

Listen.

Sometimes I just feel like I forgot who I am.

- Who I was. - It's not easy, being a mum.

Yeah. It's easy for you two.

You have a job, you have an outside life.

I have committed everything to Jake and now what?

Come on, Jen, you can do anything...

No, but... You know why I hooked up with Alistair at uni?

Because I didn't want to go back to Sweden.

- Oh, come on... - No, no, it's true.

He offered me a life, you know. A home, and I just grabbed it.

But you loved him though, right?

No, I would have left him years ago, but along came Jake and I just...

Come on!

- What is it? What is it? - No, but I always...

I always spoil it, because...

We were... We were meant to be having fun and now...

Oh, my God! Listen, listen! Come on!

Did you put this on?

- Turn it up, turn it up! - No way!

That's really embarrassing.

Rowan!

Oh. Great. Yeah.

Would you just...

Wait!

They grow up so quickly.

Up, up and away.

Told you. My mother is fucking mad.

Mum was really worried.

Her face.

It's not funny.

She told me to avoid you.

Oh, it's a bit late for that, isn't it?

Hey.

Don't go because of me.

How's it going?

Good.

Great to see Izzy.

Been ages.

Yeah.

What is going on with you, Jen?

- I can't tell you, Kate. - What?

I want to, but I can't.

Can we get a taxi now?

Come on! One for the road.

- You took the bottle? - And some ice.

No. Come on, Jen, give that back.

Yes, I have to. Or we could to run.

You can't beat them.

- Bye! - See you!

Let's get you safe.

Okay, let's get you back to bed, missy.

- Are you okay? - No. No. No. I'm fine. I am fine.

You can let me go. There's no problem.

Come on. The night is young, we can...

- Plenty of things we can do. - Yeah, unfortunately we're not, babe.

Come on. Let's get you to bed.

Nearly there. Let's get you into bed, okay?

Come on.

Do you want to...?

- Yeah. - Thank you.

I'll go and get Alistair.

- Come on. Let's get your jacket off. - I'm gonna get her shoes.

Okay.

Izzy, would you mind going to get some water?

Sure, yeah.

Jenny. Jenny.

Jenny. What is it that you can't tell me?

I can't... Kate...

I would never ever do anything to hurt you.

How are you gonna hurt me?

Jenny?

Jenny, how you gonna hurt me?

Jenny and Sean?

You're drunk.

I saw the messages.

And what did they say exactly?

"Can't stop thinking about you."

"Don't tell Kate."

"Delete all messages."

- At first, I thought it was Rowan. - Rowan? Come on, Kate.

And I've seen how Sean and Jenny have been together

and she was going to tell me tonight, I swear it...

I have known Sean since his family moved to Chorley

in year fucking eleven.

Alistair read her diary.

- Jenny was totally in love with Sean. - He's talking bollocks.

I can't believe you can even think this.

Where are you going?

- To get Sean to tell me the truth. - And what you gonna say exactly?

- That I know he's having an affair. - But you don't know.

You've been wrong before, Kate.

You know you were so certain that Michael was screwing around on Rowan.

I love you.

You had a good evening.

Something you need to tell me? You seem so...

Please, Alistair.

Why? Why are you always like this every time I go out with my friends?

- Why? - Oh, she's making it about me now?

Please, go on.

I have to put up with you and your students.

Your late night meetings.

I want this to work, Jenny.

Me and you.

I'm doing my best with Jake.

Trying to talk to him, listen, give him my time...

Oh, how very generous of you.

Oh, fuck off.

Thanks for the coffee.

Hi, this is Sean, please leave a message.

I don't want to go look for Mommy.

Come on, here we go. She's not over there.

Is Sean down there?

We're looking for Mommy.

Let's try this way.

Mommy!

Look over there.

Right.

Be quiet.

Everything's about to be thrown in the air.

No, he'll be fine.

Mommy!

I'll call you back.

I'm going to be fine, am I?

- Shall we go and play in the pool? - I want to play hide and seek.

Oh yeah, who's counting first?

Daddy!

Come on!

Come on.

One.

Two.

Three.

Izzy?

Izzy!

My towel.

You okay?

It's okay. Keep trying.

Come on, then. Get on with it.

Focus your energy.

It's okay.

- Unlucky, darling. - It's bollocks, Mum.

Like old times.

Being put to bed.

We playing or what? Come on.

Ah, the joys of motherhood.

Kate?

- And he was taking photos of Lucy? - I don't know.

Lucy thought he was.

She didn't want me to say anything.

Particularly not to Sean.

I'll go talk to him.

Are those photos of Lucy?

- No. - Well, it looked like her.

Can I see?

Alistair?

Friend's of Jake's.

Keeping track of what he's up to.

He doesn't know that you follow him?

I followed him as me, but he kept booting me off,

so I made up a profile, liked a few posts and...

Is that illegal?

How do you keep an eye on Lucy?

I don't. We talk.

So... no photos of Lucy?

I'm not taking secret photos of your daughter, Kate.

- Is that what you think of me? - No.

No.

It was a misunderstanding, I'm sorry.

Have you seen Sean?

Doing some sort of workout.

- You called me. Sorry. - What are you doing?

I just saw it here and I thought...

Where's your ring?

Took it off.

Why would you take your wedding ring off?

- It was hurting my finger when... - Who are you doing all this for?

Cause it's not me.

Where the hell is it?

What's going on with you? You've been like this all week...

I'm just tired. I said I was sorry...

Well you're not too tired to fuck about on a rowing machine.

Will you look at me?

- I'm looking for the fucking ring! - I don't give a shit about your ring!

Jake, please. You have to be careful.

- Jenny, are you okay? - No, I...

I just got in the way of the ball. I'm getting a bit slow in my old age.

- What happened? - You're shaking.

- No, I'm fine. - Jake?

- What?! - Hey, Jake!

No, please. I told you what happened.

Maybe we should leave them to sort it.

Come on. Let's go inside, cool off.

Before we start accusing people of things they've not done.

Thank you.

She got hit.

An accident.

Where are you going?

A shower.

If that is okay.

Fuck!

- No. - Alright.

Just take it. Come on. Just take it.

Fine.

Wow.

It said "no smoking."

Careful!

Jake?

Jake?

Jake?

Jake!

Where are you?!

You were right.

I got it wrong about Rowan and Michael.

- And Sean just isn't... - Which is why I need proof.

And if you find it, are you really gonna confront him?

Here, with everyone?

What's the alternative?

Run away and pretend it's not happened?

Daniel!

Dinner!

Sean?

- I said this morning, never again. - Small one, then.

Come on, darling.

- No. - Oh, please, Odette.

- Come on, these are your favorite. - No.

Sorry, Odette, those are for the adults only.

- They're my favorite. - Well, maybe one or two.

But don't tell anyone. And definitely no cheese.

Thank you.

Wow.

- This looks amazing. - How are you feeling?

Fine. It's just the boy is so competitive.

Hey, darling.

There you go.

- What's that? - I fell.

I went down to the woods.

Not the ravine.

- Did something happen down there? - No, I just fell, Mum.

Where were you when Daniel hurt himself?

- I was here. - Doing what exactly?

Danny, did Jake give you the present?

- Yeah. - Yeah, yeah?

Jake saw some things at the shop and thought of Danny.

Okay. Okay. I'll take that.

- No. No way! - Let him have it.

No! No. They're really dangerous, darling.

- Jake gave it to me. It's mine! - No!

Nice one.

Well, thanks for the backup.

Even when you're wrong?

Are you serious?

Kate, sorry. Sorry.

It's just, Jake had one when he was Danny's age...

- Yeah, well, Danny is not Jake. - But I thought it was nice of him...

Do you have no say in what your son does?

Actually, I don't.

And when he finally does something nice, I...

This is what I was going to tell you last night.

It's been awful.

What?

You know...

Jake has never been the easiest boy and that's why I stay at home, but...

this last few months been just dreadful.

He...

He threatened one of his teachers at school.

And they wanted to go to the police.

- You should have talked to me. - But...

Listen, I tried.

Then we...

went to the doctor and they gave us some medication,

but it don't seem to work.

Jenny, come on. Come on.

It's alright. It's alright. It's okay.

Not hungry.

That knife is mine.

Well...

- How'd you do that? - I just fell over.

Go on.

Good boy.

I'm just happy it's not me shouting at Jake.

I didn't think Jenny let you shout at anyone.

We all just tryna do what we think is right.

- In the best interests of the child. - What exactly is that, Rowan?

Define "best interests".

Love.

Unconditional love.

Daniel!

Daniel!

Daniel!

- What's this?! - My school project.

You little shit!

- Lucy! - He's been taking films of me!

I have not, stupid bitch!

Daniel Fitzgerald, you will apologize...

Jake uses that word and you don't tell him off.

Stop it!

Just stop it, the pair of you! Give it to me!

Day two in the holiday house.

- Have you got sun cream on? - Yes. Dad did it.

- Just delete it! - It's Daniel's homework.

I don't understand why you're so upset?

Lucy...

What... What's happened?

- He can't do that! - Lucy...

Please.

Just talk to me.

Look.

I know that I've been busy at work the last couple of months.

But I'm still your mum.

You know you can tell me anything, right?

- Hello! - Unconditional love.

And here's Dad. I wonder what he's doing down here.

We'll talk later, yeah?

I can't tell you, Kate.

Keep going.

I did that for grade eight.

- Not as good as you, mind. - Do you still play?

Can I still play?

Watch yourself.

Okay.

When you're coming home, you can start playing again.

- You're good. - Maybe.

Why are you coming back?

Have you fallen in love?

- Show us a photo. - There's still stuff to sort out.

I swear I won't tell anyone.

I know, but... How about you?

That boy Jake seems a bit smitten. You be careful with that one.

Lucy?

I deleted it.

On the iPad.

Thank you.

You just have to be careful, yeah?

Dad said you were a brilliant swimmer.

Is that right? Come on then. We'll talk later.

I'll teach you how to swim.

- Do you do breaststroke? - I can swim though.

Move your arms a bit more. Scoop the hands, that's it.

- Okay. - Come on, let's move slow, then.

That's it.

Come on, reach out with strokes. That's it...

Scoop back with the hands. Come on.

I did it!

Come on.

Sean.

- Steady! - Where were you earlier?

I went out.

With Jenny?

This is what I mean.

- You being like this... - Like what?

Like all secretive and not telling me the truth.

- That's it! - Okay.

Let me show you the truth.

- No! Just tell me. - Come on.

Jenny and I went to pick this up this up for your birthday.

Meant to be a surprise.

You happy now, detective constable Fitzgerald?

You off to the beach again?

- Why don't you come with us? - Yes. Please, Daddy.

You want me to come?

We need to talk.

What about?

- Can we get a body board? - Of course we can.

Come, monkey.

Dad, you said you were coming in.

You're bleeding.

- Look, when we get home... - I'm not going home!

Ever.

I did a whole length underwater!

- Izzy showed me! - That's amazing.

- Do it again, so I can watch. - Yeah.

Mom!

I'm watching.

- You didn't see me! - No, I did!

It was brilliant!

- Can you do two? - Where are my goggles?

- What are you looking for? - My goggles.

I'll get them, they must be upstairs in your dad's bag.

Subtitles: Krzysiek Igielski plint.com