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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) It’s getting up time, is it?

No, no, no.

I wanna go back to sleep. -(laughs)

(shouting, laughing)

Ah, good boy! (gasps)

Look, it’s morning!

Say, good morning!

Good morning.

Aaah!

Aah!

ROBIN: Let’s wake up Uncle Oz!

Let’s wake up Uncle Oz!

-I’m awake! -There he is!

-Ow! -(laughs)

Hey! There’s Uncle Ollie!

It’s the boy!

(baby talk)

(laughing)

-You’re 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.

Cozimo’s got a buyer

for one of the portraits that I’ve done.

So, I’m going to meet him as well.

Very nice. That’s great!

So...

why don’t you pull a sickie and join us?

No, I don’t 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)

What’s 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, you’re full of it!

Ah...but I’d better order the fish.

All those fish.

(speaks in Arabic)

DILLON: Mummy. (speaks in Arabic)

(splashing) (seagulls crying)

We’ll cook them for Mummy.

Mm, alright, here. I’d 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 that’s 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)

We’ll just, er...

just answer this phone (straining) two seconds

while I answer the phone.

Let's see who’s on the phone.

It’s Mummy! Lemme guess...

You’ll be late. -(quietly) Oh, I’m sorry, babe.

(sighs) Do you hear that?

You tell that Samira one

I’ll have words with her, will you?

-Can Ollie help? - No, he’s away as usual.

ROBIN: Dills, Mummy loves you. Go sleepies!

(quietly) He says, “Fuck off.”

(laughs)

I sold that painting.

Didn’t I?

I wanted to celebrate. I wanted to spoil you.

Babe, that’s amazing.

Look, I’ll...I’ll 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 God’s sake.

Right. Daddy’s got something in the oven.

He needs to go and check on it and he’ll 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 Robin’s 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?

We’ll find him.

What?

What do you mean?

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

Stop! Stop! Shush! Shush! It’s 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.

They’re finding people. There’s 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 couldn’t 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: It’s 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, it’s just me.

(sighs) Ollie.

I told you I was coming to help.

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

I don’t even live here.

I mean, I’ve 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, I’m sure. So well.

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

Well, you’re 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.

It’s not more woodworm, is it?

(chuckles)

Do you remember, Granny used to do that

on our birthdays?

You really were a short arse, weren’t 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 can’t...

(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 weren’t inside?

Wait, why didn’t you run up to him?

You could have saved him, no?

Why didn’t you...

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

Wait, wait, no, just, don’t...

you went downstairs.

You went downstairs, so he was on his own.

Was he on his own, Harry? I’m 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 fuck’s sake?

Was he on his own?

No, Harry. Don’t you touch me.

Fucking touch me...

Robin, you’re gonna hurt yourself!

Would it...Robin!

Robin, listen to me!

Listen to me.

(Robin sobs)

(cries) Please tell me that he wasn’t on his own.

I need to find my baby. Please...I’d 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. It’s okay, I’m 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...what’s this?

It’s for Dillon.

For his birthday.

And this is for you.

You’re pregnant?

(chuckles)

I’m 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...

That’s a fucking...

cake.

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

(upset) It’s...it’s 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 can’t leave him.

(sobbing)

D’you 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, I’m fucking upset!

But I can assure you, it’s not the case.

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

You’re all fucking corrupt!

(crying) Oh, for fuck’s 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! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!

HARRY: Do you not understand there’s a boy in here?

(cross-shouting)

Stop! Stop!

You stay the fuck...

stay the fuck away!

No, sorry. I’m so sorry. Harry...Harry...

They don’t fucking understand!

-I know. -I...

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

Does that, does that... there’s a little boy in here.

If you, you’ll kill him...

Harry, we have to let them do their job.

(sorrowful music)

They’ll do it gently. Okay?

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

They’ll kill him, Robin.

Harry...

(brick clatters)

(quietly) I need you to come home.

Please, Harry.

I’m 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 what’s going on?

Please, Harry.

I didn’t know how to tell you without you thinking I’m nuts.

Try.

Yesterday, erm...

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

I saw...Dillon.

So, that's...that’s it. That’s why, that’s why...

Yep.

It was him.

That’s why I’m here. I’m 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 you’re not... -Like what?

...telling me?

Look, it’s not...I’m not having another episode.

Is that what you’re saying?

I saw the drawings of Dillon.

Okay.

Are you still taking your medication?

What sort of ques...

of course I’m still taking my...

You see, I see that I shouldn’t have told you.

-I’m not, not trying to... -You’re getting stressed out.

No.

I’m not stressed.

(dramatic music)

Okay.

Okay, there’s...there’s someone I can ask.

But if I get the footage,

we can let this go.

(crow cawing)

I think it’s happening again.

What're you gonna do?

I don't know.

But I went to college with a friend

who’s in the guards now, so...

maybe she can help us.

We’ll 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 can’t...

do this again.

(children playing in background)

(tense music)

Do you understand?

No, somebody help!

Somebody help!

-It’s okay. -No, it’s not. Put him down!

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

What happened when we came home,

it can’t 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 you’re gonna be in this baby’s life,

I need you to be healthy.

I need you to get better.

For good.

I understand what you’re saying.

-Okay. -Okay?

Okay.

(keyboard tapping)

There’s a lot of footage. Erm...

I can't remember the exact time,

but I think it was around four o’clock,

so that’s 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 that’s...that’s still too early.

That’s four o’clock.

I don’t see anyone playing the fiddle, Harry.

But that’s not the right angle.

You can’t see...you can’t see it

on this one.

See, you can’t see, you can’t actually see

the top of the escalator there.

Sorry, show me the...

Like, you can see, obviously like

I’m not reacting to nothing.

Look, obviously I’ve seen something over here.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, but we’ve seen this one.

No, we haven’t... we haven’t seen that one.

We’ve...Harry, we’ve... no, we’ve seen all of this.

Look, we’re looking at all the stuff inside.

Where’s the ones we haven’t seen then?

ROBIN: Okay, but don’t get annoyed at me.

-I’m just saying that... -HARRY: Well, then obviously...

ROBIN: It’s the same shot, so...

HARRY: It’s not the same shot. It’s the same people, obviously.

It’s just a different angle.

Where the fuck is that angle of that platform?

You alright?

Are you okay?

Yes.

It’s not...

Harry, I’m seven weeks.

It’s the size of a pea.

(chuckles)

I’m 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.

I’m gonna, I’m gonna...

I’m gonna be a better dad to this one.

This...

(sighs)

You were the best dad, Harry.

I’ll never let him down.

ROBIN: Or her.

Or her.

(soft music)

I did not imagine it.

Har...

I’m so tired.

I don’t, I... -I’m 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?

Wasn’t that the...it, it was ginger tea, wasn’t it,

you had with...

with Dillon, wasn’t 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: That’s how popular that one is...

(sinister music)

HARRY: Wasn’t it... it was peppermint

you used to drink as well, wasn’t 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, wasn’t it?

HARRY: Oh, yeah. (laughs)

I knew you were gonna say strawberry.

(laughs)

-Here you are. -Thank you.

Just watch, that’s hot there.

(soft music)

What's this?

Is this new, a new file?

No.

I don't think I’ve seen that angle.

That’s 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 ♪