- Rebecca!
- Jemma darling, how's my
beautiful daughter today?
- Save it mom, I still think
this is a terrible idea.
- Hey, listen, this week
is gonna be okay, I swear.
I know it's gonna be
a little strange, but-
- It's not strange, mom.
It's just they were
Rebecca's friends, not mine.
- Look, they've
been coming to stay
with us every summer for years.
Having them now is
the right thing to do.
It's been a year, sweetheart,
and they've been
hurting just like us.
I know it's hard
for you to see them
without thinking of
her, but I promise,
after this week, you never
have to see them again
if you don't want to.
- Promise?
- Please, it's what your
sister would've wanted.
- Fine.
- Thank you.
Maybe it'll give us
all some closure.
God knows we could use some.
- When do they arrive?
- Late tomorrow, I've heard back
from all of them except Natasha.
Mia's trying to find her.
- Are you lost love?
- Yeah, I'm looking
for my friend, Natasha.
I was told she works here.
- You're just in time.
She's on in a few minutes.
- Thank you.
- Ladies and
gentlemen, it is time.
- You shouldn't have come.
- You should have
answered our calls.
- I know why you're here
and you can forget it.
- Come on, Natasha,
it's one week, please.
I mean, think what it will
mean to her mom, to her sister.
- You were Rebecca's
best friend, not me.
I'm not going.
Now I have to get back on.
- What aren't you telling me?
- I'm not going back there.
There's nothing about last
summer I wanna revisit.
- Mia.
- Oh, Will, I-
- You okay?
- Yeah, sorry, hey.
- Mmm, this week was
never gonna be easy, huh?
- You okay?
- It's been a tough year.
You know, I almost didn't come.
I can't grieve forever.
And who knows?
Maybe this last week
will help us say goodbye.
- So what's new with you?
I hate that we haven't spoken.
Have you managed to
maybe date anyone?
- God, no, no one since...
- Rebecca.
- So I hear James is coming.
Is that gonna be weird?
- Probably, but this
week isn't about me.
- You guys still talk?
- No, I'll always
be fond of him,
but James can be...
- Intense, possessive, psycho?
- Jesus, I'm not that bad, am I?
- Hey.
- Hi.
- Shall we?
I've booked a car.
- Sure.
- Leaving without me?
- I would never.
I thought you weren't coming.
- I realized I'd
never forgive myself
if I let you guys down.
Thank you.
- I'm glad you came.
Okay, should we go?
- Yes.
- Hi.
- Really kind of you and
your mom to have us, Jem.
- Oh, it's been too long.
- It's actually the first time
we've all been together since.
- Graduating coincided
with all things Rebecca,
so we've drifted a
bit more than planned.
- Well, that's what
this week is about,
to reconnect and remember.
- It's strange being
here without her.
- I try not to
think about Rebecca.
It sounds harsh I know,
but it's the way I
get through the day.
It was in her things.
I thought you'd like it.
- I love it, thank you.
- You still wear it?
- Every day.
- I'll leave you to get ready.
Dinner's at eight.
It's good to see you.
- I love you, Mia.
- Whoa, hi, you're in my room.
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
- Stay.
- I'm glad you're here.
You didn't answer my texts.
- Don't.
- Why not?
- Rebecca.
- Things have changed.
And that didn't stop us before.
- I hate myself for what we did,
what we were doing, when she-
- We can't change the past, Jem.
- But I can change
the future, I'm sorry.
- And this of course is the
sexiest room in the house.
Welcome to my humble abode.
- It's great to have
you all here, kids.
This house has felt pretty
lonely this last year,
but I couldn't bear
to break the tradition
and not have you spend
your vacation here,
even without my Rebecca.
She loved you all so much.
I know it can't be easy
being here without her.
And I want you to know
how much I appreciate it.
- This looks delicious.
- Don't look at me.
Mum's been slaving in the
kitchen all afternoon.
- I thought you couldn't cook.
Well, I couldn't.
My husband was always the chef.
But after he d*ed, Rebecca and
I taught ourselves to cook.
And then when we lost Rebecca,
cooking became my therapy.
It was a way to...feel
close to them both again.
So, to Thomas and Rebecca.
- Can I join you?
- Sure.
- How are you really?
- I keep having dreams that
I was there when Rebecca,
that I could have helped,
could have stopped it.
There's something we don't know,
I'm sure of it.
Don't you think there's any
chance that I might be right,
that something was off?
- Mia, this has to stop.
Rebecca would want
you to have a life.
- I know. You're right.
I owe you an apology
for ending things the way
that I did, I'm sorry.
- I wanna get back together.
- James, I-
- Look, I know that
you needed time alone
after Rebecca d*ed,
and I respected that.
I did, but it's been a year.
I want to be here for you.
I can help you.
I love you.
- James, I um, I'll always
have really fond memories
of our time together,
but I don't want to
be with you again,
I'm sorry.
- Okay.
I understand.
Goodnight, Mia.
- Hey.
- Natasha, thank you for coming.
I know it wasn't easy.
- I'm sorry for vanishing.
It's just after everything,
your husband and Becca,
I was totally out of my depth.
I never meant to hurt anyone.
- It wasn't your
fault, I was to blame.
- No one's to blame.
We did a bad thing,
but no one could have
predicted what came next,
that your life
would be smashed up,
that you'd lose everything.
But you haven't lost me.
I'm still here.
- Hello, who's there?
Hello, is someone there?
Hi.
- You're okay?
- Yeah, just a little on edge.
Freaked myself out in the dark.
Mia.
- Sebastian.
- Bit late for a
swim, Sebastian.
- This is the one time I
can guarantee being alone.
No noise, no tourists,
well, usually.
- I better get home.
Do you wanna walk together?
- Actually, I am home.
I live just down the beach.
- Oh, amazing, we're
basically neighbors.
I'm in the house on the hill.
- The Lowell house?
- Yeah.
- Did you know her?
- She was my best friend.
Did you?
- Only in passing.
It's tragic what happened.
- Well, it was nice to meet
you, goodnight Sebastian.
- Do you wanna get
a drink sometime?
- I'd like that.
- Come on!
- Rebecca, be careful.
- Relax, come on!
- Rebecca!
Rebecca!
Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca!
Rebecca!
- Mia.
- Hey, Jesus, be careful.
You okay?
- I'm fine.
Sorry, I just, I'm-
- A little on edge, I know.
I'll let you get
back to your run.
- Hey, what are you doing now?
Wow, this is gorgeous.
I'm beyond jealous
of you living here.
- Can I ask you a question, Mia?
- Sure.
- What actually
happened to Rebecca?
- What do you know?
- I heard she had lost her
father a few months before.
- Yeah, Rebecca's
dad was the best.
He went for a walk one
morning by the cliffs.
We think he stopped
to take in the view.
The police say he must have
lost his balance and fell.
People say he jumped.
Rebecca was really
close to her father.
She was crushed, obviously,
but she stayed strong.
I thought she was gonna be okay.
We came out here last summer.
- Hey!
- It's sort of has been
a tradition since we met.
We were gonna miss last year
and give them some space,
but they wanted us to come.
So we did, and we
tried to cheer them up.
It was almost a perfect holiday.
In spite of their loss
everyone was happy
until one day,
Rebecca came to me and said...
- I'm sorry.
- For what?
- Nevermind.
- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah. I love you, Mia.
- A few hours later, they
found her things by the sea.
Her bag, and her phone,
and a note addressed to
me saying she was sorry.
The current's so strong here,
it would've pulled her
out in a heartbeat,
especially if she
wasn't fighting it.
- She left a note to you?
- Yeah, I still
remember every word.
- Dear Mia, it
feels a bit surreal writing to
you.
Even now, I'm not entirely
certain if I'll do this or
not.
I'm in over my head
in a bad situation,
and it's all my fault.
I need you to know
it's not yours.
It's not your fault at
all.
But unfortunately, I think
this is my only option.
I'm sorry, from the bottom
of my heart, I'm sorry.
And I love you.
- There was something
off in the note.
I went a bit crazy last year
trying to figure it all out.
It didn't make sense.
I mean, this bad situation,
no one seemed to know
anything about it,
not her boyfriend,
not her family.
It drove me insane.
It just doesn't add up.
I'm sorry, I'm not
making much sense.
- If you truly believe
something was off,
maybe it was.
- Hey.
- Oh, oh Jesus,
you frightened me.
Where are the others?
- Back at the house.
It's just me.
Are you okay?
That was tough at the church.
- I felt less alone knowing
that you were there.
This is so f*cked up.
- It is, but I
don't want it stop.
- I just hate lying to
everyone, to my daughter.
- And one day, we won't have to,
but everything's too
fragile right now.
No one can take
another bombshell.
- What are you guys doing?
- Oh, we found some
videos from last summer.
- Stop, stop!
Don't you see?
It doesn't make any sense.
I mean, when was this?
What, a week before she d*ed?
Tell me that is a girl
that's about to go out to sea
and let herself drown?
- Mia, maybe-
- No, there must be
another explanation,
that there has to be,
because maybe the police,
you know, they got it wrong.
Maybe she-
- I've had that thought
many, many times, Mia.
I want to believe it
even more than you,
to believe that my little
sister didn't k*ll herself.
But at some point, you
just have to accept
that for whatever
reason, she did.
She wrote a note.
She swam out to sea and
she let herself drown.
That's all there is to it.
- I can't accept that.
- Mia.
- Give her time.
- I miss you.
I don't know if you can hear me.
I never really believed
in heaven, but you did, so
maybe you are up there right now
in a pretty white dress,
lounging on a cloud.
If you are...there,
and you are listening,
please help me find
some answers.
Hey!
Wait, please, please slow down.
Wait, please,
please just slow down, please.
You've been watching me.
Why?
- I know what really
happened to your friend.
- Rebecca?
Tell me, please.
- Not here, it's not safe.
- Why, what is it?
What's wrong?
- Amalia!
- Amalia!
- Ask for Catherine Isaac.
- I don't understand.
Does she know what
happened to Rebecca?
- Amalia, honey, go inside.
Can I help you?
- Catherine Isaac?
- Do I know you?
- No, but I need
to speak to you.
- I'm sorry, I'm not taking
any appointments today.
Call in the morning.
I'm sure I can
find you some time.
- Please, it's urgent.
- Sorry about my daughter.
She's very inquisitive.
- What's with the notepad?
- I take notes on
all my patients.
I hope that's okay.
So you're a shrink?
- Psychotherapist, yes.
What brings you in today?
- I lost a friend last year.
She k*lled herself.
But something's felt
off from the start.
- I'm afraid I don't understand.
- I think you do.
I think you know exactly
who I'm talking about.
Maybe she was a
patient of yours.
Did she sit in this very seat?
- You should leave.
I'm afraid I can't
discuss anything.
- If you know anything, please.
- What did you
say your name was?
I didn't, it's Mia, Mia Faber.
- Mom!
- Not now, sweetheart.
- I need you please.
I can't work the TV.
- Wait here please.
- It's not there...Rebecca.
Oh, come on!
- I'm really sorry
for your pain,
but I'm afraid I can't
divulge information
about other patients
with you, it's unethical.
Anything discussed
in this office
is strictly confidential.
- I understand, thank you
so much for your time.
Anxiety, not sleeping.
She's afraid, but
won't say of who.
She creates conspiracies.
Doesn't think her father's
death was su1c1de.
Believes he was m*rder*d.
- The day she d*ed.
- Pregnant.
- Hey, I owe you an apology.
- Why did she leave
her note to you?
I'm her sister.
She could have come to me.
I would've helped.
- Did Rebecca ever
say anything strange
about how your dad d*ed?
She did, didn't she?
Tell me.
- Police said he fell.
People whispered that he jumped.
Rebecca thought he was pushed.
- Pushed, she told you that?
- She came to me
a few months after
to tell me what she thought.
She said it had
been eating her up.
I didn't have time for
Rebecca's conspiracies,
and I told her so.
- Who did Rebecca think
k*lled your father?
- Like I said, they
were just conspiracies.
- Gonna get an early night.
- Oh, Jesus.
What are you doing?
- I was just looking
for some toothpaste.
What the hell are you doing?
Hey, hey.
- I'm losing my mind.
- Hey, hey, hey,
what's the matter?
Come here, come here.
I hate it when you cry.
- I just feel like my whole
world is falling apart
and I dunno what's going
on or who to trust.
- Look, I've got you, okay?
I've got you, hmm?
- Okay.
- That's better, isn't it?
- Yeah.
Stay.
- What?
- I don't wanna
be alone tonight.
I want you to stay.
- You sure?
- Yeah...stay.
- Say, mama.
- Mama.
- Mama, say mama.
- Mama, say mama.
- Hey.
- Ah, thank you.
- No worries.
- Ah.
You're regretting last night.
- No.
- Yes, it's just,
we shouldn't have.
Last night, I just needed-
- Familiarity, and
I'm your safety net.
- I'm sorry.
- I understand.
No worries, we're cool.
- Really?
- Yes, because I
love you, remember?
- Can I still trust you James?
- Always.
What's this?
- It was Rebecca's,
she was seeing a therapist
under my name, I guess,
so one would find out.
- What's in here?
- Rebecca was pregnant
when she d*ed.
- Jesus, does Will know?
- I don't know.
But don't you see?
Something about this
has always felt wrong.
I never believed that Rebecca
meant to k*ll herself.
And at first I thought
this file proved it.
Rebecca, she wouldn't
have done that
if she'd known she
was pregnant, right?
- Right, yeah.
- But then I thought,
what if she k*lled herself
because she was pregnant?
And hear me out.
What if that is the bad
situation from her letter?
- Mia, there are
other ways to deal
with an unwanted pregnancy.
- Unless it wasn't Will's
and that was the problem.
It wasn't about the baby, it
was about who the father was.
- Mia, we're
going to the beach.
- Go without me, I'm gonna stay
and go through the file again,
check I haven't missed anything.
Then I guess I need
to speak to Will.
Maybe Rebecca was
seeing someone else.
- Mia, you're worrying me.
Remember last year,
you almost drove yourself crazy.
Are you sure you wanna
go back to that place?
- I have to, for Rebecca.
- Sorry.
- I'll get it.
- Thank you!
- You're not gonna
let up, are you?
- Not if there's a chance, this
could be something real, no.
- I'll come to your room
after dinner tonight.
Talk then.
- What you got there?
- Nothing, I didn't
know anyone was home.
- No, neither did I.
Seriously, what
have you got there?
- It's really nothing.
It's just some work.
- Oh, I'd love to
see your work, Mia.
- No.
- What?
- I said no.
- Mia, are you okay?
You seem a little strange.
- That'll be the others.
- Hey, did you get a
chance to speak to Will?
- I was just gonna try now.
- Oh, well I was just thinking.
- What?
- You know, it's all in the past
and people are starting to heal.
Maybe we should
just leave it alone.
- No way, I can't, James.
I have to find
out what happened.
Will?
- Mia.
- Sorry, do you have a minute
'cause I need to talk
to you about something.
- Let's talk later, okay?
- I don't think you understand.
You see, it's about Rebecca.
I'm wondering if you think...
- Mia, Mia, Mia!
- Mia.
- Mia.
f*ck!
- How about that drink?
- Maybe it's best we
start with some water
until you tell me what's up.
- Thank you.
I just feel like everything
that I thought I knew has
been turned upside down.
I don't know who
to trust anymore.
- Mia, I-
- I'm so sorry to
turn up like this.
I had to get out of that house.
I don't know what
to think, I can't.
- Maybe you could
use that drink.
Mia, you're safe here.
- Thank you.
- Lemon?
- Yes, please.
Hello, anyone?
Lily!
Lily!
- Mia!
- Mia!
- Oh my God, this can't be real.
- Mia, wait!
- Guys, we need to talk.
- Wait, Mia.
- Wait, Mia wait,
wait, Mia, stop!
- You okay?
- What the hell is going on?
This week was meant to be
about commemorating Rebecca,
and you're all finding
increasingly inventive ways
to betray her.
- What's going on?
- Why don't you tell them?
- Jemma sweetheart,
I'm so sorry.
- Mom, what's happening?
- Natasha and I
have been waiting
for an opportunity to
tell you something.
- Tell me what?
- Well, we're in a relationship.
- As in?
What the hell is wrong with you?
- Oh, please,
you've been f*cking
your dead sister's boyfriend!
- What?
- Please don't tell me this was
going on when she was alive.
Did she know?
- Of course not.
- No.
- Right?
- Jemma-
- Please tell me my sister
didn't know about us.
- Oh my God.
- She could see
that we liked each other.
She asked me if we...
I said no.
I don't think she believed me.
- She asked me the day she d*ed.
Rebecca asked me if there was
anything going on between us.
I denied it, of course,
said it was insane,
but she knew.
- None of you said anything.
You all had vital insight
into why she might have done
what she did and you
all stayed silent.
I'm going home.
I dread to think what I'll
find if I stay any longer.
- No Mia, please don't go.
Look, why don't we just go for
a walk and you can calm down
and you can ask me
anything you want.
I know I've messed up, but
I'm not a bad person, please.
- Come on, I know a place.
- Why have you brought us here?
- A file of Rebecca's recently
came into my possession,
notes made by her therapist
detailing their time together.
It was in there, so small
that I nearly missed it,
something her
therapist dismissed
as a conspiracy theory.
- Go on.
- Rebecca thought you
k*lled her father.
She knew about you and Natasha
and knew her father
planned to confront you
and tell you he was leaving.
Oh my God, it's true.
You k*lled him.
It must be terrible for you,
having to keep a
secret like that.
- That day started so normally,
just another day in paradise.
When I woke up, I
found a note saying
to meet him up at the
ruins on the cliff.
That was our special spot.
Thomas was always so romantic.
Thomas?
Thomas, hey.
But something seemed off.
He told me he knew
about Natasha.
He said that Rebecca
had seen us together.
He asked me if I was
in love with her.
I just...I just had to
tell him I was sorry.
He grabbed me
and I pulled away
and I tried to get
him off me. And...
...it just happened.
It was an accident, a
terrible, terrible accident.
I just went home and I waited
for the tap upon the shoulder,
for the police to
come and cart me away,
but no one came.
Then I heard what they were
saying, that he'd just fallen.
And I realized no one knew.
- Except Rebecca.
- Is that true?
- Jemma.
- How could you?
- Jemma.
- You k*lled dad.
You m*rder*d my father.
- Jemma, it was an accident.
- Rebecca told me it was you.
I didn't listen to her.
- Jemma, Jemma, Jemma!
- Maybe she's still be here!
- Jemma, stop it!
- Stop, stop, stop!
- Stop!
Jesus Christ.
- Not quite.
- Jemma!
Holy sh*t.
- Becca?
- What the hell is going on?
- I'm glad you're all here.
We have a lot to catch up on.
- Rebecca.
- Rebecca!
- Rebecca, stop!
- Rebecca!
- Enough! Sit down! All of you.
- Is it really you?
- Yeah. It's me.
- But that means that...
...all this time
- What the hell is this?
How are you here?
- Patience dear sister.
All will be revealed
in due course.
- Rebecca, please.
- Oh, Will, my lovely
loyal boyfriend,
thank you so much for looking
after my sister in my absence,
really beyond the call of
duty caring for all her needs.
And you, does your heart
still belong to mommy?
My mommy that is.
And mommy herself.
I'm touched all of you came
this week to commemorate me.
Very sweet, wholesome even.
I'm going to take
my time with this.
It's what got me
through the last year.
I want to savor every
second of hurting you
as much as you hurt me.
Except you.
I never wanted to hurt you.
Well, brace yourselves, g*ng.
It's quite the story.
Let me take you back
to the day I d*ed.
It should have been
a beautiful day.
Birds singing, sun shining,
but I had a problem.
- You're sure?
- I took three tests
this morning, I'm sure.
Six weeks along.
- Does your boyfriend know yet?
- It's not his.
I'm scared, I dunno what to do.
- Do you want to keep it?
- I can't, but I'm afraid to...
You know.
- I am jeopardizing my career
telling you something
this personal,
but I had an abortion
when I was 15.
- How was it?
- The procedure, fine.
It's before the,
I was a wreck, consumed
by guilt, terrified.
- How did you overcome that?
- I wrote the baby a letter.
- What?
- Sounds crazy I
know, but it worked.
I wrote the baby a letter
explaining everything
and saying I was sorry.
- And then?
- Then I did it.
I don't regret it, but I
do think about it often.
It's a big deal either way.
- I've already given
the baby a name.
I didn't mean to, but
my brain did it for me.
Mia, after my best friend.
- Then start the
letter, "Dear Mia,"
and say everything
you want to say.
You may get to the end
and realize you don't
want to do it after all.
- Dear Mia, it feels a bit
surreal writing to you.
Even now, I'm not entirely
certain if I'll do this or not.
I'm in over my head
in a bad situation.
It's all my fault.
I need you to know
it's not yours.
It's not your fault at all.
But unfortunately, I think
this is my only option.
I'm sorry, from the bottom
of my heart, I'm sorry.
And I love you.
- It wasn't a su1c1de note?
- Far from it.
- You didn't mean
to drown yourself?
- I just wanted to
swim, clear my head,
be sure I was making
the right decision.
But then she came to find me.
- Rebecca?
Rebecca, Rebecca, I've been
looking everywhere for you.
Rebecca?
- I know what you did.
- Okay, come on,
let's get you home.
- I know you k*lled dad.
- Rebecca?
- You pushed him at the cliff
because he told you
he was leaving you.
You know it's true.
He'd had enough of your
lying, your cheating, your-
- Rebecca, stop.
- Why should I?
It's true, isn't it?
- Rebecca, you have
got this wrong, stop.
- Or what?
Are you going to k*ll me too?
- I said stop!
- Let me go!
- Rebecca!
- Okay, sober up and
get yourself home.
We'll talk about it then,
but you are wrong about this.
- I don't understand.
If it wasn't her then?
- Rebecca, Rebecca, wait.
What the f*ck was that about?
- What was what about?
- Your whole apology act to Mia?
Do you want her to find out?
- I'm sorry.
- For what?
- Nevermind.
What we did was wrong.
Mia deserves to know what
kind of man she's with.
- I'm in love with her, okay?
- Yet you f*cked me.
- Please, gimme a break, we
were both drunk out of our minds
and you came onto me.
You were dying to, remember?
- No, I don't remember!
I can't f*cking remember
anything from that night!
All I know is I
betrayed my best friend
and I'm going reap
the consequences.
I'm pregnant!
- That's not funny.
- It's not a joke.
- But it's Will's.
- We haven't slept together
in months, it's yours.
- f*ck, what are you
gonna do about it?
- I don't know, but I'm
telling Mia everything.
- Becca, Becca, wait!
Please don't do this.
I love Mia and I'd do
anything not to lose her.
- You should have thought
about that before.
- The tides swept you out.
And then they found your things.
Of course, with the note,
it looked like su1c1de.
But it was you, you
left her for dead.
- You bastard!
- How could you?
- For you, I did it for you.
She was gonna tell
you everything.
I couldn't let that happen.
I had to stop her.
- You actually believe
that, don't you?
- What are you doing?
- What I should have
done a long time ago,
calling the police.
They can decide what to
do with you, both of you.
- Come here.
- Hey, don't touch her.
- She's gonna send you away too.
Don't be stupid.
- Well, perhaps
it's what I deserve.
- Please, don't do this.
- Let me go, James.
- Okay.
Mia, Mia, please.
My life will be over.
You don't want that, do you?
I'm your safety net, right?
I love you.
- I hope you get
what you deserve.
- Mia, Mia, Mia, please stop.
Don't let her do
this, please guys.
Guys, guys, guys,
guys, guys, please.
- Come on.
- You bitch!
- Rebecca!
- Stand the f*ck
back or I swear,
I'll toss both of us.
- No!
- James.
- James, look at me.
Look at me, I'm right here.
- Stop!
- James.
- James, James, James!
You are my safety net,
always will be, okay?
So just let her go, and
then we can talk, okay?
- Rebecca, run!
- Dead, really dead.
- Rebecca!
- What's going on?
- Sebastian found me.
Tide must have
washed me back in.
- 911,
what's your emergency?
- No, don't call anyone please.
- Hello,
hello?
- When I woke up, at first, I
was just grateful to be alive,
and it sunk in what
James had done,
what he could try to do again
if he found me.
I'd lost the baby.
The idea to disappear came
when we heard everyone
thought it was su1c1de.
I made Sebastian swear
he wouldn't tell anyone
he'd found me.
And as soon as I was strong
enough, I slipped away.
Left him my necklace
as a thank you.
At first, I thought
maybe give it a week,
a month at most.
Make everyone worry and come
back once I'd punished you all.
I was hurt.
I wanted to hurt you.
Show you how it felt.
Weeks turned into months.
Then I heard you guys
were back on the island.
And here I am.
- She's awake,
family only please.
Which one of you is Mia?
She's asking for you too.
- I don't expect you to
forgive me, any of you.
For what it's
worth, I forgive you
for your part in it.
- My beautiful girls,
can you ever forgive me?
- Saving Rebecca
was a good start.
- The police were here earlier.
They'll come back
once you're rested.
- Can I ask what you told them?
- That we went for a walk.
We were messing around and
James got too near the edge.
You tried to save
him, but couldn't,
hurt yourself in the process.
- Thank you.
- We figured having to live
with what happened to dad
is punishment enough.
- Can I just speak to
Mia for a moment, please,
alone, if that's okay?
- Yeah, we'll be right outside.
- Please don't hate
Rebecca for what she did.
I know she hurt you,
but she was tortured
by all of us.
- Not by me.
- No, not by you.
But if I deserve
a second chance,
maybe she does too.
- Mia,
Mia, please.
You still wear your necklace.
- Every day.
Here, you take it.
You need one.
You gave yours away.
- Mia, wait-
- Every day for a year,
I prayed that there
was some mistake.
I prayed for some miracle,
and that you'd come back to me,
and you could have.
All this time, you
were right here.
Where have you been
this past year?
Where were you?
I can't forgive you.
- Are you gonna be okay?
- I don't know.
I don't know what shocks
me more that James is dead
or that Rebecca's alive.
Can you forgive her?
- Maybe one day.
I hope one day.
And let's face it, she
needs to forgive me too.
- Take care of yourself, Jem.
- Safe journey.
- I'm sorry.
- I can't talk.
I have a flight to catch.
- I wanted so badly to
tell you everything,
but I promised Rebecca.
I didn't know what
to do, I'm sorry.
- No one comes outta
this story well.
I'll see you around Sebastian.
- You know where I live,
if ever you need a friend.
- Mia!
I came to wish
you a safe flight.
Please, please forgive me.
- I need some time.
- I want to tell you something.
- Another time.
- Mia,
I Love you.
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