Normally, I always kiss him first.
- Are you OK? - Can I say something?
Can we wait?
Just for a bit. Like, I don't know, for a few days.
- Is that OK? - Yeah, of course.
I think it is OK.
We've got, like, our whole lives.
Plus, I might feel like it tomorrow.
What?
Nothing.
I can't believe I've got a brother.
I've probably got, like, loads of them.
All over the place. I know he's travelled.
I've probably got a family in Vietnam or some shit.
I think I hate my dad more than I hate my mum.
Me too. I hate both of mine.
I definitely hate my dad more.
- Why? - Because she died, and he didn't.
She killed herself.
I was there.
I didn't do anything.
What was she like?
Really kind.
Really sad.
She used to always...
Find everything a bit much, I think.
- James. - Yeah?
It wasn't your fault.
'It's like we're on the edge of the world.
Like we're safe.
Only, we're not.
We can't stay here.
- Nope. - We can't go home.
No.
We should go away. Properly away, like some where foreign.
- Yeah. - Somewhere else.
Completely new and start again.
Yeah.
Do you want to do that too?
Yes.
I really did want that.
We could take your dad's boat.
We just need the keys.
If you are doing what I think you're doing,
then you're a fucking idiot.
Wherever you are, call me when you get this.
It's much easier to think someone's the answer if you haven't seen them
for years. Because they're not really real.
People can't be answers.
They're just more questions.
Questions like, why are you such a fucking useless dad?
Alyssa, you came back.
Thank God. I was worried about you.
I was, I went looking for you everywhere.
No you didn't. You ran over a dog.
Killed it. And fucked off and left me.
Yep, after that after all that.
Wait, I killed the dog?
Fucking hell.
Sorry.
I'm sorry I was shit-faced.
I'm sorry I'm laughing, because it's bad, you know when...
Can we go out on the boat?
- What? - Your boat, me and James want to go out on it.
- Now? - Yeah, now.
OK. Fine.
Give me like ten minutes.
I need a shit in the bucket.
You don't have to come with us.
- What do you mean? - It just means it's cool.
We'll manage. James is a good driver.
We'll have it back by lunchtime.
Listen, girly, I may not have seen you for a few years.
But, I wasn't born yesterday.
OK?
So what's the plan?
Sail across the channel?
Get jobs at Disneyland in Paris?
Change your names?
Who did you kill?
- What? - Your faces are on the telly.
There's a reward out.
Fuck!
Who did you kill?
Look, I'm not fucking Judge Judy.
I'm interested, is all.
Come on, what did you do?
What did you do, kiddo?
You're not taking my fucking boat, OK?
You don't want to be drawing attention to yourselves.
Take my word for it.
OK, everybody just sit down and calm down.
You're safe here, OK?
- I promise. - Oh, you promise, do you?
- Well, that means a lot. - Shut your fucking mouth!
Don't speak to her like that!
Or what?
Yeah, OK.
OK, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'll make us a cup of tea.
Yeah? Tea?
- Yeah, OK. - James, tea?
No, thanks.
I'm gonna make you tea.
You want the good news or the bad news?
The bad news is, there's no milk.
But the good news is, we've got biscuits.
James.
Alyssa?
Yeah, go on then.
Seriously, girlie, are you OK?
What happened? You can tell me.
Why would I trust you?
Come on, darling.
Look, granted, I'm not the greatest. But, I'm still your daddy.
Of course you can trust me.
Why didn't you tell me about your little boy?
Because...
Oh, shit, because I was embarrassed.
OK?
Because I felt ashamed.
He's called Milton.
He's eight.
He's weirdly good at spelling.
I'm sorry, I should've said...
Can we start again? Please?
There was a man...
Alyssa...
OK.
We killed him.
OK.
Don't worry, it's OK.
He was going to hurt me.
Oh, darling...
He was bad.
He was really bad.
I don't know why I knew.
I just did. Something didn't feel right.
Hey, it's OK.
It's OK. Darling, darling?
I killed him.
I killed him and she didn't do anything.
He called 999.
- What? - Baby, baby listen to me.
I'm trying to protect you.
You fucker!
Police!
We found the suspect. The boy confessed to the murder.
- Where are they? - The trail is close to the coast road.
Armed unit on its way now.
_
- Are you actually in the police? - Yes.
Can you stop pointing that at me, please?
- I wouldn't do that. - No? What, why?
Cos the knife's actually stemming the blood. Leave it.
Have you got any antiseptic?
I've got some arnica in the bathroom.
Let's not piss into the wind.
Just leave it where it is for now, you'll be fine.
An armed unit's on its way.
OK, look. We haven't got long.
What is going on?
I wanna help you, all right? Listen to me.
- We need to go. Ok. - No.
I can't let you do that.
You can't keep running. You can't.
All right? It's better that you hand yourselves in now,
willingly to me and I can help you.
We can sort out a manslaughter plea.
- Please, can you move? - No.
You have to stop.
Especially you, James.
- You're 18 now. - What?
- Happy birthday, by the way. - What, today?
Your 18th?
Why didn't you say anything?
I would've got you a present.
I saw your dad yesterday.
He told me about your mum.
He showed me the picture of you all, the one in his wallet.
He doesn't have a picture in his wallet.
Is he angry with me?
No, he's worried. Your mum's worried, too.
- Yeah, right. - She is.
Your stepdad's a nasty twat, isn't he?
Yeah.
What'll happen to us if we do what you say?
Nothing too bad, if you let me help you.
- Yeah, right. - Sorry?
Don't lie to them. They'll lock you up and throw away the key.
Mr Foley, that's actually not the case.
They will! Don't listen to her.
You called the police, Leslie!
Whoa, I'm trying to protect you...
- from him! - Oh, really?
It wasn't for the reward?
- How much? - Look...
you didn't kill anybody, did you?
- He's right. - What?
I'll go with you. I'll hand myself in.
What? No way!
Listen, sweetheart...
take it from someone who knows,
- you take after your mum. - What?
You've shit taste in men.
Take the opportunity to get rid of this one.
What is wrong with you?!
You wanna know what's wrong with me, yeah?
You!
You are! You don't care about me, don't give the tiniest, tiniest shit...
Of course I care. Of course I give a shit...
You shouldn't just make people if you're gonna abandon them because
they think they've done something wrong their whole lives.
Oh, don't give me that victim shit, Alyssa.
We could all do that.
"I'm anorexic because I was adopted,"
or, "I cheat on women because I wasn't breast-fed."
Everyone has a reason for how they behave.
What's yours, then?
- Why are you such a prick? - I love him so much.
Hey, hey, hey, you know what?
He's right.
But I didn't come looking for you, all right?
I kept away.
I thought it would be best if you forgot all about me.
We haven't really got time...
Just give me a second, yeah?
Why did you send me the cards, then, for my birthday?
Did you even send them?
Oh, my God, was it my mum?
She shouldn't have done it.
It's really irresponsible.
I feel like I'm going mad!
- Hey, to be mad in a deranged world... - Shut up.
Shut the fuck up!
Stop quoting yourself.
Will we go to prison if we hand ourselves in,
or juvenile, whatever, will we?
Look, you... Yes, possibly.
We wouldn't go to the same place, would we?
- No, but the thing you need to... - No?
- No, honey. - I'm sorry.
Why?
Jesus Christ!
Give me the keys to your boat.
She's breathing.
Come on, James! We have to go, now!
Shit!
Fuck.
Two...
Armed police, armed police!
Stay down!
Eunice? Eunice, can you hear me? Eunice?
They're on the beach.
Move out, move out!
Say that I kidnapped you.
- What? - Yeah.
Tell them that, tell them that I did it all,
then you'll be OK. Nothing will happen to you.
No, no way! We're going together, come on!
- I'm sorry. - Why?
Armed police! Armed police, stay where you are.
Put down the weapon.
What the fuck are you doing?!
James!
- No! - Cooperate!
No, get off me!
I've just turned 18.
And I think I understand...
what people mean to each other.
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