♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Can we go soon?

Well, it's interesting, don't you think?

Oh, look.

That's Mexican, I'm sure.

Oh, gosh.

I wish we brought your mother.

Really?

April Fools.

Oh, you.

So who do we have to blame for this load of old cobblers, then?

Him?

If he had a pitchfork, he could be an extra in a Frankenstein movie.

God, Peter.

Look, I'm starving.

What's in the basket?

Oh, smoked chicken baguettes.

They were hot an hour ago.

Californian strawberries.

Water.

People will see.

People will see.

How They Met Themselves, Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

LISA CLEASANT: The two on the left look just like the two on the right.

That's really strange.

Why is she fainting?

PETER MILTON: Because she's going to die soon.

In the folklore of many countries, seeing one's double was a sign of imminent death, possibly within one phase of the moon.

That's really spooky.

Imagine actually meeting yourself.

Horrid.

It depends who you are, I suppose.

Lisa.

Lisa.

I'm sorry.

For goodness sake.

You and your stupid superstitions.

You know, you really must grow up.

You're fiddling with it again.

You're fiddling.

I just got a fright.

That's all.

It's only a mirror, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes.

And what does signify, Annabel?

This card?

Yes, I'm dying to know.

A little patience, please, Rebecca.

This is Andrea's reading.

Poor Andrea.

They were inseparable, you know?

Twin souls.

Shh.

Ah, the lovers.

ANNABEL: I think this could be important.

I see a conjunction, Andrea, a crossing of paths.

Oh, madre.

Can be true at last?

ANNABEL: The cards are saying there is to be a meeting soon.

REBECCA HOROWITZ: A spirit meeting.

Andrea.

Oh, dear, darling Michael.

I loved him so much.

Don't, Peter.

Stop.

Oh, God, Lisa.

I'm sorry.

I just can't.

You've done it again.

That's unfair.

It's not my fault.

You know what I feel.

Oh, we shouldn't have come here.

I thought you liked it here.

I do.

I love it.

It's my own special tree.

My own sp-- Lisa, why, oh, why do you have to be so bloody virtuous?

We can wait.

It's not so long, is it?

Three months.

Or maybe when I get back from Mexico, we can see.

Another psychic expedition.

Don't say that.

It's just a visit to the old country.

Communing with the spirits.

Well?

She misses Father.

She loved him, and so did I.

She's a witch.

And so are you with that bloody charm around your neck.

Stop it.

What would you know anyway?

You don't understand anything except money.

Well, you'll have plenty of that soon enough.

Don't you worry.

Wait.

Lisa, I'm sorry.

What about-- stupid cow.

Your daughter's getting married soon.

Is that right, Mrs. Cleasant?

Uh, yes, very soon, when she's 21.

That's when she gets her inheritance.

Then she will not need her old mother anymore.

Oh, don't say that, dear.

She'll always need you.

Such a good girl.

Could have had a career.

Bright, you know?

Still, maybe later?

Her young man, he is stockbroker.

Doing very well.

He, uh, take this picture.

REBECCA HOROWITZ: Such a clever boy.

ANDREA CLEASANT: Perfect match then.

Lisa.

Lisa.

I'm sorry, all right?

I just-- I get a bit frustrated, you know?

I-- I don't think you really appreciate-- Look, I do.

Of course I do.

But there are other things between us, aren't there, Peter?

Sure, absolutely.

More important things than sex.

Oh, really?

You're a lascivious male.

I'm not very knowledgeable about these things.

I suppose I lived a pretty sheltered life, really.

Not like other girls.

Not at all.

You're telling me.

I'm surprised you're not still chaperoned.

God, that reminds me.

Have I got any grass or twigs on my back?

I suppose that's what the seance was for, hey?

Keep an eye on us.

Oh, silly.

Listen, I'm sorry I stomped off.

But things like that, spiritual things, they do affect me terribly.

I know they do.

Like this morning, the picture, it was really frightening.

Is that stupid?

No.

I don't want to be like that.

But sometimes, my thoughts and my dreams are more real to me than everyday things.

The worst is at night.

There's a baby sometimes which lies beside me.

And it cries like in pain.

And I just can't do anything.

That's not possible, is it?

But I see it just lying there crying.

And you know what?

It looks just like me.

Who is it?

What am I supposed to do?

Oh, Christ.

Yes, sir.

No, sir.

No, you're-- you're absolutely right.

Wilco.

Absolutely.

It's the NM launch.

Babyface, he's just expressing his appreciation.

Trawler.

125 already.

That is 25%, yes, 25% in two trading days.

Amal, that's two trading days.

Admit it, you're jealous.

Oh, 127.

Well, now, now, the commission on that would be-- This your Sahara project?

Negromonte Mining, if you don't mind, or NM, as it's known to its friends and admirers who are legion, I might say, and whom I'm already advising on the rights issue of which I've already placed $650,000.

That's $650,000.

Today, a junior salesman.

Tomorrow-- Singapore jail?

Don't get flash, Amal.

Next year, I'll be dealing in companies.

And you will still be a little Iqbal from Southall.

You racist bastard.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Yeah?

Come on.

Come on.

Dun, dun, dun, dun.

Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun.

Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun.

Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun, dun.

Stop it, children.

It's a pile of rubble.

2.7 million tons.

Peter, you do know that turning rubble into gold isn't possible?

Right.

The alchemist discovered that about 500 years ago.

It's an ore, dummy, a low-grade ore now turning into a high-grade asset-- gold.

God, why are you all so sad?

I have a dream.

Doo, doo, doo.

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.

Doo, doo.

Doo, doo.

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.

Doo, doo, doo.

Doo, doo, doo.

Lisa Cleasant.

PETER MILTON (ON PHONE): Hi.

Peter, darling, how are you?

I'm great.

142 this morning.

No, not me, the NM share.

Listen, you're going Thursday, so how about lunch tomorrow afternoon?

LISA CLEASANT (ON PHONE): Yes, of course.

PETER MILTON (ON PHONE): Well, 12:30 downstairs, and there's something special.

Oh, really?

What?

Wait and see.

Look, I'm going to have to go.

It's crazy here.

Look, Peter, I've been thinking.

That's good.

Well, look, maybe I've been a bit silly, even a bit immature really.

Look, I know you're really busy, but.

I'd have liked us to have gone to our tree again before I left so we could, well, you know.

Where are you?

LISA CLEASANT (ON PHONE): I'm in the shower.

I've just got out actually, and I'm not wearing anything except for a towel.

And I'm wishing you were here with me.

Oh, God, Lisa.

LISA CLEASANT (ON PHONE): What?

That's fantastic, but-- But what?

You're going away.

It's absolutely lovely.

I just hope it wasn't too expensive.

Of course not.

Everything's going really well.

It was 155 at noon.

Did I tell you?

Now, look, I want to get some shots over by the gate, some reminders of you while you're away.

My virgin bride to be.

Peter, that's not fair.

You know what I said.

I know.

Put your hand on the gate.

LISA CLEASANT: Like that?

Well, don't ring us.

We'll ring you.

I'll be thinking of you in my bachelor bed, imagining you in the shower with nothing but a towel.

Um, Lisa, look, it's better if-- what is it?

My God.

This is impossible.

Look.

PETER MILTON: Crikey.

Ooh, look.

It's my double.

You saw it too, didn't you?

Does that mean-- It's just a girl who looks like you, a little bit like you, that's all.

The exhibition, the picture, you know what it said.

Lisa, stop it.

You're being ridiculous.

Anyway, she's gone now.

Now-- now, calm down.

Stop playing with that bloody thing, will you?

And let me take a picture.

What does it mean?

Oh, the light's gone now.

I can feel it.

It's as if she's me.

She's not you.

She's gone, never to return again.

Excuse me, mate.

I'm sorry to break in, but we couldn't help noticing and wondered if you'd take a picture.

PETER MILTON: I beg your pardon?

STEVE MOSS: Of the girls.

It's incredible, isn't it?

The likeness.

Look, I'm sorry to butt in.

Steve's doing was minding other people's business.

So do you want to have your picture taken with me then?

What do you say?

It'd be a bit of a laugh.

Steve Moss.

Peter Milton.

Pleased to meet you, mate.

Nice bit of kit you got there.

Hello, Peter.

I'm Zoe.

So what do you think?

Are we as like as two peas in a pod then?

I'm not sure.

In some way, you're quite different.

There, you see?

So what's your name?

Lisa.

Your Peter a photographer, is he?

No.

I mean, yes, in his spare time.

He's in the city.

Oh, fancy.

So am I.

At Lincoln Creek Hub.

Steve's in Haulage.

Here, snap, Peter.

We're both in the city.

Oh, haven't you done yet?

He's a bit of a slow mover, isn't he?

STEVE MOSS: He's just taking his time in the composition, ain't you?

Well, that's that then.

Oh, no no, no.

Just one more.

You don't mind, do you?

Can't miss out on this chance.

The lads will kill 'emselves.

Right between two thorns, hey?

You're the thorn, Steve Moss, thorn in my side.

Right, everyone, smile for the camera.

Cheese.

Yeah, I wouldn't mind a copy of that, Peter, if it's not too much trouble.

Here's my card.

Phone, fax, email, it's all there.

Give me a bell when it's ready.

STEVE MOSS: Been really nice meeting you, mate.

Coincidence.

Strange But True, hey?

ZOE WHITBOURNE: Oh, come on, Moss.

Stop bothering these nice people.

I'm sure they don't watch that sort of crap.

Bye.

We'll see you.

It's been nice, interesting.

See, Steve, I said we should have come this way.

If it'd been left to you-- Well, well, well.

Give me that.

What?

I never want to see it ever again.

- You won't have to.

- Destroy it.

Destroy it as if she never existed.

OK. LISA CLEASANT: She doesn't exist.

OK. - Go on then.

- Absolutely.

That got rid of her with her smiles and her ghastly accent.

She's nothing like me at all.

There, that's done it.

Now she'll never bother us ever again.

STOCK REPORTER: --because Wall Street was closed for today's public holiday, but not a bit of it.

The reasons for the hike, though, seem pretty fragile.

Still, the 100 NDX ended 39.5 higher at 3,840.4.

There are several companies trading upwards, including Chelmek with a high of 493.

And in lively trading, Negromonte Mining reached a new high of 156 before close on Takeover Prospects.

Negromonte has developed a new gold refining process, which is the envy of its competitors.

INTERVIEWER: What about the-- Were they fazed by political developments in Eastern Europe?

STOCK REPORTER: Well, the foreign exchanges were much quieter and more concerned with yesterday's vote in Luxembourg.

The pound ended unchanged against the dollar at $1.55.9, and rose a tenth of a pfennig to 2 marks 37.6.

The dollar remains unchanged against the German mark at 1 mark 52.4.

ZOE (VOICEMAIL MESSAGE): This is 0171-627-2453, Whitbourne Financial Services.

Zoe Whitbourne speaking.

Please leave your message after the tone.

PETER MILTON: Hello, it's Peter Milton again.

About those pictures of you and my friend, I wanted to hand them over to you in person.

So if you could phone me on 0181-204-1559 or at work on 0171-387-0837.

Thank you.

ZOE (VOICEMAIL MESSAGE): --53 Whitbourne Financial Services.

Zoe Whitbourne speaking.

Please leave your message after the tone.

Hi, it's Peter, Peter Milton again.

About those photos, do phone, or you can try me on my mobile which is 0589-275-257.

We can meet any time.

I'm-- I'm pretty available at the moment.

Bye.

Peter Milton, hello.

AMAL: You've seen the NM price?

PETER MILTON: What?

Your pet share.

129.

128.

Uh-oh, 128, Peter, and falling.

Goodness me.

Any particular reason?

AMAL: The refining process, it's being questioned in a Reuters release.

You coming in?

PETER MILTON: Of course.

I would.

Your clients are leaving all kinds of messages.

And Babyface is asking questions.

I'll deal with it.

It's no problem, Amalevich.

I'll be in shortly.

Christ, Lisa, I haven't got time for fond farewells.

Maybe I do.

Insurance.

Just in case.

I'll write to you every day.

You will too, won't you?

Yes, well, I'll try.

But you know how it is.

OK, look, you can call me.

52 is Mexico.

5 is Mexico City and .

You shouldn't have any trouble getting-- I'm so excited for you, Andrea.

Yes, something has got to happen.

I feel it in my heart.

I wish I could be there.

Mhm.

Oh, Lisa, come on.

We must go.

Look, be faithful, Peter.

And we'll be together very soon, properly?

Sure.

And I will write, OK?

You're all right?

Sure.

I don't want to leave you.

Oh.

Bye bye, Peter.

I will look after her.

Soon is the wedding day.

You are lucky boy.

Bye.

Such a good girl.

Listen, Stacey.

What the hell is this?

They tell me the price is dropping like a stone.

113?

What's wrong?

The process doesn't work, or what?

Well, it better be fine, mate, because otherwise I'm up shit creek, and I'm telling you.

No problem.

Just check tomorrow's FT.

So you've got 200,000?

Oh, 250?

that's great.

Well, we can take the 104.

Perfect.

Yes, on the firm.

And this is a share that's going to turn around.

And you can quote me on that?

Yeah, OK. Just put it on the account.

Right, bye.

Yes.

ZOE WHITBOURNE: Hello.

How did you-- Oh, easy, these old bangers.

No, no, but how did you-- You said you worked in the city.

I've got contacts.

What are you, a private investigator?

Me?

I'm a solo operator, an independent girl.

I like the piccies.

You know your stuff, Peter Milton.

So tell us about your fiancée then.

Well, she's-- she's not really my fiancée.

She's-- - Oh, come off it.

She's engaged to someone, someone loaded and all, bloody great rock she was wearing.

All right, she's my fiancée.

Are you loaded then?

- Well.

- Ooh, living on credit.

So when are you going to get married?

Oh, not for ages.

She's away.

Well, she's just left actually.

And you saw her off with her mom.

Look, what is this?

Her and me, we're doubles.

You know, that's like twins.

Two sides of the same coin and all that.

So I can't be disregarded.

Maybe there's a reason why we met.

It's a pity she's gone, 'cause I'd like to talk to her.

You know, find out a bit more.

Are these for me?

Yes.

Cheers.

Does that mean you can stop coming on to me now?

I wasn't.

You what?

Friendly messages, little hints.

I wasn't born yesterday.

And what about Steven, hmm?

He's not around anymore?

ZOE WHITBOURNE: Oh, him?

He just looks after transport.

Anyway, thanks a lot.

I'll see you.

Zoe, wait.

Could we meet or something?

You're a married man, Peter, near enough.

What is it they say?

Never get involved with married men.

But you'd like to see me?

Yes.

Might be dangerous.

So?

I see.

Is tomorrow night soon enough?

8 o'clock at my place.

You bring the booze.

It's a deal.

Yeah, that's right.

That's what it is.

It's a deal.

Bullshit.

The refining process is impeccable.

Listen, at 97, it's a great buy for Northern.

Jesus, it'll be back at 120 by noon tomorrow.

Trust me.

Missing you already.

I haven't even unpacked yet.

The cousins are sweet, and we've had a lovely welcome.

I'll be having supper soon.

You're probably fast asleep by now.

I hope you're dreaming of me.

I just thought that at 89 pence and with such a fantastic upside, you could hardly refuse.

Fine.

No, look, it's no problem.

We'll talk soon.

Damnit.

But are you sure, Stacey?

Listen, everyone is going to be there.

We're absolutely on the line here.

It's our last chance.

We can't afford to fail.

Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Any messages, Diane?

Look, I've got to go to this press conference.

But if Norman phones, tell him I'll be with him by 11:00.

Everything's absolutely fine.

Back on course by lunchtime, all right?

What is it?

Stacey called.

Your mobile wasn't switched on.

No, I-- and?

It's canceled, the press conference.

He said they can't validate the process.

Seems it was alchemy after all, Peter.

I'm so sorry.

Well, well, that's that then.

Right on settlement day.

Appears you were right, my old friend.

Singapore jail.

Don't be silly, Peter.

You'll be all right.

There's one more thing though.

What?

Babyface wants to see you.

Is the bubbly cold enough for you, sir?

It's chilled to perfection.

Yeah, I don't like champagne when it's too warm.

You?

Hmm?

No, absolutely.

That's 33 pounds 49, sir.

Cash or credit card?

Well, I tell you it won't be cash, old boy.

Here, this one should be good a while longer.

Don't worry.

You're covered.

And all shall be well.

And all manner of things shall be well.

Who said that?

No, I don't know either.

ZOE WHITBOURNE: Come on up.

Would you believe it?

I've dropped the bloody booze.

You will leave our employ forthwith, paying back every penny that you owe us, every penny.

And if our liabilities exceed 10,000 pounds, 10,000 pounds, then we will sue you.

And you will never, ever work in the Square Mile again.

Good old Babyface.

ZOE WHITBOURNE: See, you thought you were so cool, but you're not.

You're just a big baby, Aren't.

You, Peter?

Just like every other man.

You know, you're right.

You're-- you're absolutely right.

I had it all, you know?

Under control for, God, so long.

Don't worry, Zoe.

I'm paying for it now.

I'm in deep water.

You don't want to know how deep.

Maybe the shares will go up on Monday morning.

So what's going to happen when Lisa finds out?

Oh, God.

She'll probably come and visit me in jail.

Jail?

Who knows?

Still, at least it'll give her a chance to feel virtuous.

You know, she's so incredibly innocent and good.

ZOE WHITBOURNE: Is that why you're marrying her?

No, you're marrying her for her money, aren't you, you bastard.

No, I'm not.

No, you-- you don't know her.

She's very sweet.

God, I'm going to call it all off.

Face the music on my own.

You sleep with her?

Oh, poor Peter.

What a waste of Peter.

Peter in his manly prime and all.

Not fair, is it?

I'm not good like Lisa.

I'm wicked.

I must be, or else I wouldn't be sitting here now when you're going to marry my twin sister, in a manner of speaking.

It's a bit kinky, you must admit.

Do you want another drink?

Are you hungry?

So is there anything you want, Peter Milton?

I want you.

You're the one I want.

Not her.

What's the difference?

She's just a girl.

You're a woman.

♪ Thing is, are you prepared to pay the price?

What's that?

Your soul.

I thought you meant money.

And I haven't got any money.

In fact, I'm not even sure I've got a soul.

♪ Zoe.

Yes, Peter?

PETER MILTON: Listen.

♪ ♪ ♪ Lisa.

Oh, Peter.

Dearest Peter, I hope you're all right.

I still haven't received a letter or a call from you, and it's almost three weeks now.

Mother still hasn't had the big psychic experience she came for.

But she's having a nice holiday instead, so maybe that's better.

I tried to call you several times, but no answer, not even your machine for some reason.

Strange to say, I feel somehow closer to you than before, in a physical way.

It started when I had a dream about you one siesta time quite early on.

It was quite a shattering experience in a private way.

The only problem is that woman we met in the square.

She seems to threaten me in my thoughts sometimes.

And that old superstition, it upsets me, in the Rossetti picture, remember?

But perhaps she doesn't really exist, this Zoe.

Perhaps she was only a figment of our imagination.

I hope so.

Enough of that.

I've decided I'm not going to be a superstitious child anymore.

PETER MILTON (VOICEMAIL MESSAGE): Hello.

Leave your message after the beep.

LISA CLEASANT (ON PHONE): Hello, darling.

I'm back.

I can't wait to see you.

I'll call you at work.

Bye.

Oh, no.

I've got a better idea.

See you.

ZOE WHITBOURNE: She's in a good mood.

Big day today.

That right?

Oh, really?

You made up your mind what you're going to do?

You know what I'm going to do.

Oh, yeah?

With your debts?

I've told you, I'm finishing with her.

She's-- she's too good for me.

I live in a dark and dirty world, the world of the wicked, your world.

Lisa's the good twin, and you're the bad twin, hmm?

Two sides of the same coin.

Your words.

Well, I made my choice.

And I chose you for better or worse.

ZOE WHITBOURNE: Down on your knees.

What?

Down on your knees.

Now, swear.

Zoe.

Do it.

I swear.

Who do you love?

PETER MILTON: I love only you.

ZOE WHITBOURNE: And who am I?

Black queen.

Dark angel.

Commander of my heart.

ZOE WHITBOURNE: Very poetic.

You have got a soul after all.

Now, kiss me.

I can't.

You're-- So?

That's enough.

Now, be a good boy today and tidy up this shit, will you?

It's like living in a pigsty.

Zoe, where are you going?

Out.

Well, you're not keeping us, are you?

You're-- you're not going to bother Lisa, are you?

Bother her?

It's just, she's-- she's frightened of seeing you.

Maybe it's me who should be frightened.

Her being the holy virgin and all.

Bother her.

Look, I want you to have this for luck for the twins.

- Well, um-- - No.

It'll keep them safe.

I don't need it anymore.

Fired?

I'm so sorry, Lisa.

I assumed you knew.

After you went away, everything just went out of control.

You haven't seen him for three weeks?

He left the firm a few days later.

And now, they're suing him, so obviously, I could never get him on the phone, just the machine.

Oh, God.

Perhaps he's done something stupid.

Hey, I'm sure he's fine.

You know, maybe his parents.

No.

I'll try him at the flat.

Thanks anyway, Amal.

Listen, you call me as soon as you find him.

He'll be so pleased to see you.

Oh.

Hope it doesn't keep you awake at night, hmm.

Cathy, would you relieve me, please?

I have some serious work to do.

Excuse me.

Do you think I might ask you a question?

Well, I should think so.

ZOE WHITBOURNE: Hello, Lisa.

Had a nice holiday?

My God.

Just go away and leave me alone.

Lisa.

Lisa, I want to talk to you.

You can't avoid me, you know?

You think I'm your double?

Or perhaps I'm your twin.

What?

ZOE WHITBOURNE: You ever dream you had a twin?

Duality.

Twinship.

They're at the root of pretty much everything, don't you think?

From DNA, you know, the double helix, right through the concept of reflection, to the story of Jekyll and Hyde.

That may be so.

But this, it's just a-- a funny superstition.

Not so funny if it happens to you.

But how could it?

I mean, you see your double, and then you die within-- within what?

A moon month, according to some authorities.

And who is an authority on something like this?

Well, the poet Shelley met his double on the veranda.

It spoke to him.

How much longer do you mean to be content, it said.

Interesting phrase.

Four weeks later, Shelley was dead.

That was in Italy.

And a moon month, you said?

Four weeks.

Four weeks?

When did this exhibition open?

It's all been a bit much, really, what with flying home and Peter losing his job and now you.

But I don't believe in superstitions anymore.

I'm going to put away these childish things.

Saint Paul to the Corinthians, right?

I'm so glad we got together.

We got ever such a lot in common, you and me, even the nightmares.

Baby crying.

I can't believe that you hear it too.

And the baby looks just like you, right?

Incredible, isn't it?

Peter-- You've seen him?

How come?

The piccies.

What?

The photographs of you and me.

I just had to have one.

I've got one in here, I think.

It means ever such a lot to me.

Anyway, he wants you to meet him at 12:00 noon at your most special place, wherever that is.

In the forest?

I don't know.

She'll know what I mean, he said.

Very romantic.

He's missed you, poor boy.

Lisa's such a good person.

Hasn't got an ounce of bad in her.

You and Peter, you're made for the heights, the top of the tree.

There are you feeling better?

Yes, thank you.

You've been very kind.

I'll give you a call.

Take care.

No two unrelated people can look completely alike.

If there were two such, one of them must have come from the spirit world.

That is the doppelganger sent to give warning of approaching death.

How?

Any number of ways.

But why do you ask?

You have a particular person in mind?

Yes.

ZOE (ON PHONE): Meet her at the tree.

Zoe, you must tell me.

ZOE (ON PHONE): I'm checking out now.

I've just about done what I came to do.

What did you come to do?

ZOE (ON PHONE): Bye, Peter.

It was fun.

Zoe, you're very faint.

ZOE (ON PHONE): Meet her at the tree.

No.

No.

No, no, no.

You all right, mate?

REBECCA HOROWITZ: You know, it's been a month since we last saw you, Andrea.

April 1.

It's May day today.

How time flies.

I'm sorry that nothing took place over there.

It's such a shame.

It would have been so interesting.

No, it's all right.

But maybe this way we will have success at last, if you don't mind, Annabel.

Well, I've used the glass a few times before now.

It can tell you a lot, the glass.

Michael, please make it this time.

Please speak to me today.

♪ ♪ Peter, I'm coming.

ANNABEL: What is your name?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Lisa.

Oh, God.

Please, God, make it be all right.

Peter, are you there?

Peter, are you hiding?

Peter?

Oh, the top of the tree.

Peter, hello, it's me.

I'll come up.

ANNABEL: Danger.

PETER MILTON: Lisa.

Lisa.

Lisa, wait.

Don't do anything.

I love you.

This is fantastic.

We haven't climbed the tree for ages.

ANNABEL: And who is in danger?

C. PETER MILTON: Lisa.

♪ ANNABEL: H?

LISA CLEASANT: I can see you.

ANNABEL: I. Q. Q. LISA CLEASANT: Peter, Are you there?

ANNABEL: U. I. T. I'm coming to get you, Peter.

ANNABEL: I. N. A. Peter?

You.

You.

What do we have?

Chiquitina.

Oh, He has spoken at last.

Chiquitina, that was his name for her.

For whom?

Our little daughter, Lisa.

Lisa.

Lisa?

No.

No.

Lisa.

Lisa!

No.

Damn you, you bitch, you bloody bitch.

You devil.

It was her I loved, and you killed her.

Lisa!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪