DAVE: Does Harry know?
ROBIN: Know what?
(tense music)
DAVE: This is Felix.
My son.
ROBIN: Garrick,
I need you not to tell Eva.
(Dillon laughing and shrieking)
It's about Dillon.
(foreboding music) (buildings imploding)
Dillon!
I saw Dillon.
I saw him here in Dublin.
COZIMO: I saw him,
he was with the sea horses,
the sea horses with the horns.
ROBIN: But if I get the footage...
we can let this go.
HARRY: Well I never felt that he was gone.
Do you know why? -Why?
Because he's my son.
You're his mother. I need to apologise to you.
I love you. -I love you.
(mousepad tapping)
(tense music builds)
(Harry gasps)
(nostalgic music)
(wind chimes jangling)
(Dillon laughing distantly)
(wind chimes jangling)
(Dillon shrieking, laughing)
(piano music intensifies)
(fades to melancholic music)
(Dillon laughing)
(sighs)
(ominous music fades in)
(window clunking)
What?
(crow cawing)
What is it?
I made you a cup of tea.
Thanks.
-Have you been up for long? -I'm gonna make some eggs
if you want some?
Harry, is everything okay?
HARRY: It's your big day.
I'll be downstairs.
(crow cawing)
(scraping)
Ah, perfect timing.
Smells good.
Thank you.
There we are, scrambled eggs, toast,
avocado, coffee, the lot.
Are you not eating?
No, I had some toast.
(alarm beeping) Shit.
No, no, I'll get it.
(alarm beeping)
(footsteps receding)
(foreboding music)
-ROBIN: Did you get it? -Yeah, coming now!
(water rippling)
(train whooshing) Dillon!
(brakes screeching)
(car horn beeping)
Robin, there's a taxi.
Yeah, I know,
I just realised the time and I'm running really late.
What can I give you a hand with? - Er, this box please?
Can you hand me that?
Thank you.
HARRY: Take this out for you, will I?
Yeah.
Right, well, break a leg
or whatever it is they say in the architecture world.
Thanks, I'll call you afterwards, okay?
Alright. (kiss)
(taxi engine starts)
ROBIN: (sighs) Good to go?
TAXI DRIVER: Yep.
(birds squawking)
(ominous music)
(train rumbling)
(train horn beeps)
(ominous music builds)
(traffic rumbling)
(train clattering distantly)
(people chattering)
HARRY: Hiya. -How you doing?
Here, erm, I wondered, can you help me with something?
Do you keep records of all your rentals?
-Yeah, of course we do. -Great.
Erm, a friend of mine, red haired lady,
er, she might've come in here last week with a wee boy,
do you have any memory of that?
DENNIS: I think so.
Right, this is a bit of a strange request but...
could you give me her address?
I can't help you.
You can't help me? Why not?
Well data protection, they'd have me
if I done something like that. - Data protection? (scoffs)
Sure they're not gonna find out though are they?
Well, how do I know you're not a plant
sent in here to set me up? HARRY: What?
-Industrial sabotage. -Oh, jeez,
I'm only asking to have a look at their records like,
it's no... MI5, is it? -Yeah right, yeah.
Look, I just need to know if a woman
and a boy came in here on the 14th
anywhere around four o'clock and got a car from you.
It's not a big ask, is it?
(sighs)
You know what I used to do before I worked here?
No, what? What did you do?
Yeah, I was a porter in John of God's Hospital.
-Were you? Right. -Yeah.
You remind me of the poor bastards
that used to come in there.
Well, I think that's a bit fucking dramatic.
I'll give you 50 euro.
You've got five seconds to fuck off, fella
or I'm getting up
and you're fuckin' off
whether you like it or not.
Do you...would you take 60 or...?
Alright.
(tense music)
(quietly) Hi, I'm Robin Lonergan
and I'm here to present to you my hotel...
(phone pings)
(gentle piano music)
(phone buzzing)
Thanks now. (phone ringing)
-OLLIE: Hi. -Hi, how are you?
I'm okay.
Bruising's going down.
I might start seeing the students again next week.
Oh, that's... that's amazing news.
Erm... listen Ol...
will you do a favour for me please?
As long as it's nothing to do with Harry.
- It's Harry. -(scoffs) No,
not interested
Olls, please, he's acting weird again.
When is Harry not acting weird?
Ollie, I'm about to give the biggest presentation
of my career and I just saw him on the Find My Phone app
hanging around the train station again.
Will you just do this one thing for me?
Please.
-What do you want me to do? - He's on Pearse Lane. Just...
check in on him, see what's wrong with him.
Please?
Okay. Thank you.
Okay.
(phone beeps)
(ominous music) (train clattering)
(phone ringing)
(phone silenced)
(sighs)
(Ollie sighs)
(birds cawing)
(door slamming)
(traffic rumbling)
(train hoots)
(screwdriver clicking)
-Harry! -Fuckin' hell.
What the fuck are you doing?
-HARRY: What are you doing here? -What am I doing here?
What are you doing here?
-You're about to break in? -No, no, I'm not.
You're holding a screwdriver, Harry.
What are you doing here? Are you following me now?
Yes, and it's a really good job that I did.
I did see Dillon.
What?
And so did Robin and she lied about it.
What do you mean that she lied?
That woman and Dillon were on the CCTV footage
and Robin deleted it so that I wouldn't see it,
why would she do that?
I don't know, I don't know
but I'm sure that she had a very good reason.
-Like what? -I don't know,
but this is not rational, okay?
Call her and ask her but don't commit a burglary.
I am rational.
Why are you here?
Like why are you here?
You here to stop me, here to help me?
Like what are you doing?
If you're not gonna do anything good,
then you can just piss off.
Knock yourself out.
Do it, get sectioned, sanctioned, arrested,
-I dunno! Look, would you shush?
Because I've done enough, Harry.
-Fucking shut up. -I've done enough.
Shut up.
(sighs)
(door rattling)
(door thudding)
(Harry grunting) (burglar alarm blaring)
Fuck.
(rock music playing quietly)
(phone buzzing)
The fuck is this?
Gerry, lend us Setanta there.
(alarm blaring)
Harry, can you actually hear the alarm?
-What? -Can you hear the alarm?
Of course I can fuckin' hear the alarm,
why would you alarm a shit heap like this?
Because some idiot might break into some shit heap.
Please help me look, please. Yes,
if it gets you out of here quicker.
Looking for rentals on the 14th
sometime around 4:00pm.
(cabinet clunking)
OLLIE: What time?
Around 4:00pm.
Well, there's only one here around 4:00,
Err...Eva Doyle, address in Ireland,
Kelleher's Inn, Saggart.
Fuck it. Come on.
-Hey! -Fuck.
Harry. (Harry grunting)
Come on, come on, come on.
Oi!
(alarm blaring distantly)
I think we lost him. You okay?
I need to get to this place.
I think you need to go and get that checked out.
They might still be there.
Well, whoever they are can wait. You just took some hit.
Go home, I'm fine.
Harry, you are so far from fine.
(breathing deeply)
(train clatters overhead)
(tense music)
(phone ringing)
Did you find him?
Why did you hide the video?
-What? -Of the woman with the kid.
What are you talking about?
I just don't know
what both of you are playing at.
But enough already.
Ollie, you know it's not Dillon.
But he's convinced
and he now has the address of some woman called Eva Doyle.
Oh no, no no no no.
Ollie you need to stop him.
Yeah, but there is no stopping him, Rob.
-He's caught you in a lie - No-
Or what he thinks is a lie.
He doesn't trust ya.
Oliver, I'm begging you,
he cannot speak to Eva Doyle.
Robin, I love you. You are my sister...
but I'm done.
ROBIN: Ollie please,
I'm still two hours away.
(phone disconnect beeping)
(car locks beeping)
(tyres crunching)
(suspenseful music)
(car door closes)
(phone ringing)
(call cancel beep)
-Hello. -Hiya.
What can I get you?
I saw on the sign outside you've got guest rooms?
That's right, six rooms upstairs,
a great breakfast in the morning too,
would you like to stay?
No, I'm actually looking for a friend,
her name's Eva Doyle.
Is she staying here at the minute?
I'm sorry, it's not for me to say.
My guests have a right of privacy.
Right but she is staying here?
Why are you so interested?
HARRY: Because if she's staying here, you could
give her room a call for me, couldn't you?
I could.
But like I said,
when I take in a guest, I mind their business.
I don't go talking about them with, er, strangers
who turn up at my bar.
Okay, well, I'll take a pint...
and wait for my friend.
Look...
they left.
Did she have a boy with her?
Look, if you're worried,
I a...I am actually an old friend.
I ran into her the other day.
She mentioned she was staying here.
She gave me her number, and like an eejit, I lost it.
Would you have a contact for her?
No.
I can't help you.
(bottles clanking)
Hi, hi there.
I...I think you might...
you might have overheard me... -(speaking Belarusian)
and I was talking to...to your...to your boss.
I was just asking about a woman that-
No, no, two seconds please.
Look, I was speaking to your boss.
I was asking about...about a woman that you...
(Marketa speaking Belarusian)
What were you saying to me mam?
I was asking about a woman who stayed here recently.
Her name is Eva Doyle.
Er, she had red hair,
and she had a little boy with her.
(Eliska speaking Belarusian)
(Marketa speaking Belarusian)
She says you offered her money?
Yeah, yeah.
What do you wanna know?
An address?
(Eliska speaking Belarusian)
(Marketa speaking Belarusian)
White house.
Right, what's that?
ELISKA: Casablanca, it's in Monaco.
Maroc...
Oh, it...it's in Morocco.
(tense music)
Okay. Thank you.
MARKETA: Maroc.
(tense rhythmic music)
(water rippling)
(trees rustling)
(tense music)
(keyboard tapping)
(sighs)
COZIMO: He was with the seahorses,
the seahorses with the horns.
(horn beeps) Coz...
(scoffs)
You knew. (phone ringing)
How was the presentation?
What are you doing, Harry?
(suspenseful music)
Finding the truth,
the truth that you've been trying to hide from me.
Harry, you've got it wrong. Listen to me-
I've got it wrong?
-You...you lied to me. -No...
Harry, listen to me-
You lied to me!
It's not Dillon.
HARRY: You saw the video,
with our son alive in it and you hid it from me.
I don't know why.
I don't know what you've done,
but I know where our son is
and I'm going back to get him.
No, you can't go back to Morocco,
Harry, listen to me, okay?
Let me... (phone disconnect beeps)
Fuck.
Oh my God.
(phone ringing) (call reject beep)
HARRY: You know where.
Fuck.
Sorry, how much longer?
TAXI DRIVER: Ten minutes.
Te...can you make that go any faster?
TAXI DRIVER: Do you wanna get arrested?
Fuck's sake.
(phone ringing)
-ALIA: Hello? -Hi, it's Robin.
Erm, I'm sorry, Alia, I didn't know who else to call.
Tell me.
It's Harry.
He's on his way back to Morocco.
He's looking for a woman called Eva Doyle.
He thinks that Eva has...Dillon.
I don't know what I can do, but...
leave it with me,
I have someone I can ask.
Thank you, Alia.
(phone disconnect beep)
(waves crashing)
(pensive music)
(echoey airport chatter)
(sighs)
I told you not to come back.
What would you do if it was your son?
Hmm?
I saw him.
-You saw your son? -I saw my son 11 days ago
in Dublin.
How could you be sure it was him?
Because he's my son and a father knows his son,
doesn't he?
But he was with a woman, I didn't know who she was,
I tracked her down, I got her name.
She's Irish, but she's living here in Morocco
Where?
I can't tell you that, can I?
What are we doing here? You gon...
You gonna arrest me again or what?
You haven't done anything wrong...
yet.
(sighs)
(dramatic music)
If it was my son,
and they hadn't found his body,
I'd keep looking.
(key turns in lock)
(Cozimo muttering to himself)
COZIMO: Billie Jean King.
Herbert Hoover.
(chuckles) My favourite.
Uh, I...Duck Soup. Yes. (laughs)
-Coz, Coz. -Oh, hi, yes,
what are you doing here?
I've...I've found the seahorses with the horns.
Ah.
Do you remember them?
Yes.
It's these.
Mh-hm.
(laughs) Yes, of course.
You...you meant the beep, beep horns, not the horns.
Yeah, that's right. Beep beep, beep beep.
The...these aren't here, Coz, they're in Casablanca.
Yes, that's right because...
I had a hospital appointment,
I remember now.
So, you...you saw these there
and then you saw Dillon
with the redheaded woman?
Yeah I did, I...I followed them.
-Where? -Oh, to a big house with a...
with a white façade and, er, tall trees.
Right, where was the house?
-Um. -Can you remember
where the house was?
Can you try and remember?
No, oh, no I...I can't think.
No I can't remember that.
Er, I can't...I can't remember it but if...if I go there,
to the seahorses,
I will remember from there.
No you can't go there, Coz, that's in Casablanca,
-it's too far away. -Yeah no, no no we must go.
-No, Coz. -I...I must...
I must....I must remember.
-I...I will. -It's too far.
COZIMO: We have to go because I will remember,
I will remember.
Coz...
Look, if we're gonna go all the way there
you have to be very, very quiet.
Yeah. (shushing)
-Yes. -Okay, go ahead.
(dramatic music)
(muezzin chanting)
(waves crashing)
(seahorse horn beeps)
Oh, there, my...my hospital is over there.
Good, good, good.
And the redhead and Dillon.
Do you remember?
(people chattering) (horns beeping)
I remember.
Come. (horn beeps)
(scooters whizzing)
(suspenseful rhythmic music)
(phone ringing)
Alia?
ALIA: Robin? Harry's here.
He arrived this morning, Fadoul spoke with him.
Fadoul?
I'm putting him on.
Hi Robin.
He mentioned the Irish woman, Eva Doyle.
But I checked, she doesn't live in Essaouira,
she lives in Casablanca.
(suspenseful music)
If she's in Casablanca, then...
then why is Harry in Essaouira?
I don't know.
But I can give you her address.
(muezzin chanting)
This way.
(sighs)
(seahorse horn beeping)
Oh, Jesus, Coz.
Coz, we've just...
we're just going around in a circle.
(Cozimo sighs)
Look...
it's alright.
Can you just, erm...
can you just think back?
You saw the redhead and Dillon in the park,
and then you followed them, didn't you?
Can you remember? Did...did they go that way?
Did it go that way?
Can you remember?
I don't remember.
Don't worry. It's alright.
(Cozimo crying)
No, I know, I know, don't...
(sighs)
(thud)
-I'm sorry, I...I... -You didn't hurt me.
-I didn't mean to. -No, no, wait it's alright,
it's alright.
Why...am I...?
(melancholic music)
My appointment.
Dr Youseff,
I...I mustn't be late.
Coz, Coz... the hospital's this way.
Oh.
I will bring you to Dr Youseff.
(seahorse horns beeping)
(ominous beat) (muezzin chanting)
(phone ringing)
Tell me where Eva lives.
Harry, go home. Please.
Just tell me, I'm gonna find her anyway.
This has gone too far, Harry.
I need you to go home, please.
(loud muezzin chanting)
You're here, aren't you?
(tense rhythmic music builds)
(brakes screeching)
-ROBIN: I won't be long. -TAXI DRIVER: Okay, Madam.
(doorbell chimes)
ROBIN: I'm sorry to turn up like this. Can we talk?
DAVE: Er, yeah.
I can't believe you live in Morocco.
Yeah.
Thought you only came here for work.
I...I, er, I...I came back for work, actually, er...
I was always, always happy here.
(chuckles)
Er...what are you doing here, Robin?
I've been trying to get in contact with you because...
Felix and Eva were in Dublin recently.
Yeah, erm... Eva's mother died.
Yeah, I know.
I sent you an email 'cause Harry saw them.
-What? -And he's gotten obsessed.
He thought that Felix was...
was Dillon because they look so alike.
And why is that, Robin?
Hmm?
Why does Dillon look so much like his son?
Tell me.
'Cause my mind's starting to put the pieces together
and I don't like the picture it's making.
Okay, I, er...
I need you both to leave...
now.
HARRY: Tell me.
Tell me.
Just tell me.
ROBIN: I'm so sorry.
Tell me.
I swear I was going to tell you
but you were so happy,
when...you found out I was pregnant,
and I didn't know how. (sobbing)
I am so sorry.
You two...
-Robin? -Oh, I know.
Harry I'm so sorry.
Dillon isn't...mine?
(Robin crying)
Dillon died.
-(Harry sighing) -I'm so sorry, Harry.
I'm so sorry.
-He's dead. -No, Harry.
He's dead?
-And it was Felix I saw? -Mm-hmm.
-HARRY: Yeah. -(Robin sobs)
DAVE: Robin?
We made a promise, remember?
Yes...yes I know, I know.
I know, erm...
We're gonna go.
Yeah? Okay.
-I'm sorry, Harry. -DAVE: Robin please.
ROBIN: Please can we go?
(door opens)
EVA: Hello?
(door closes)
(dramatic music)
Dillon?
What?
Erm...wha...?
What did you do?
You...you...you took my son?
Why?
(ominous music)
My son...Robin.
(leaves rustling)
(toys clattering) FELIX: Ah.
(Eva laughs)
-You okay? -Yeah, this, er...
Emerson and Courtney deal's about to go to shit but...
-EVA: Er, language. -Sorry.
Is there anything I can do to help?
Oh, err...I dunno. I mean, look, I mapped out a plan.
(Dave's voice fades out)
(tense music continues)
Big fuckin' deal...sorry.
(ominous music continues)
Felix died.
He fell.
And I knew... that I had another son.
(Dillon shrieking happily)
I came back to Morocco.
I didn't know why, and, and...
but I just wanted to be close...
to you.
I was there that day.
(Harry speaking French)
Saw Harry,
and then the ground started to shake
and the sky...changed... colour
and...and he...he left.
He left.
(people shouting)
I went into the house and I saw Felix.
I saw...I saw...
I saw Dillon...
and I took him.
(rubble thundering)
(dramatic music)
And I took him...
and I kept him.
Felix was dead.
But Dillon...was there and I...
You...you (sobbing) You lost a child.
You know how it feels.
How could you do that to me?
(breathing shakily)
Oh, Dillon.
Oh...Dillon, it's me, Dillon,
it's...it's Mum,
it's okay.
-Dillon. -EVA: You don't deserve him.
You're a cheating liar.
Oh, it's okay Dillon, I'm here.
-It's me. -EVA: You left him to die.
You left him to die!
I missed you, baby, I'm so sorry.
You're not taking my boy.
He's not yours.
Baby it's okay, Dillon, please, it's Mum,
it's Robin, please.
Dave?
Dave.
Dillon, baby, it's alright, I'm here.
I'm...I'm not losing another child.
No...(sobs)
-Dave! -Robin.
No!
Baby.
(screams) He's mine! (sobbing)
He...he's mine!
Wobin?
(soft music)
Yes, yes I'm Robin.
EVA: No! (sobbing)
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry (sobbing)
(Eva crying)
ROBIN: I missed you, I missed you.
(melancholic music)
(people shouting)
(waves crashing)
(gentle music)
(door opens) HARRY: We're back!
ROBIN: You're back?
(door closes)
Go and show Mummy the picture.
(gasps) Is this for me?
Oh, Dill,
this is so wonderful.
Do you think so?
Do I think so? (laughs)
Yes, yes I think so. (kiss)
You're a little artist.
Just like Daddy?
ROBIN: Yeah...
just like your daddy.
OLLIE: Hey, come here. Bring it over here.
I need to have a look at this picture
because I do not believe...
Show me that picture now.
There is no way that you painted that.
-I did. -No way.
DILLON: Yes, I did.
(Ollie and Dillon whispering quietly)
(dramatic music)
(laughs softly)
♪ There's a shadow on my wing ♪
♪ It is not shared ♪
♪ It is not moving ♪
♪ It's wrapped inside ♪
♪ My arms... ♪
♪ Arms... ♪