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needed to get away.

This is perfect for you.

And taking advantage of them?

No, you just been paid to babysit...

the doll.

You should see the

way they talk to it.

Yes, its a little creepy, but

its only for a few months.

You can handle this.

Greta, you need this money.

- Start over. Forget what happened.

- Youre right.

- Youre gonna be okay.

- Right.

- What?

- Its Cole.

Hes been calling non-stop.

He even came by the house, he

scared Morgan half-to-death.

- Whatd you tell him?

- Nothing.

And Im not going to

tell him anything.

I guess he doesnt care about

the restraining order.

- Okay. Dont engage, dont...

- Okay.

If he asks tell him you

dont know where I am.

- I know, I know.

- You know that, sorry.

I cant stand to see

you get hurt again.

No!

How could you? What

have you done?

Wait till I tell daddy.

Mommy must go now.

You have to be a good boy.

Because you promised us.

I apologize for the

rush, Miss Evans.

Its so long since weve been on

holiday and were anxious to be off.

Besides Brahms seems so...

so fond of you.

I only wish we had

an opportunity to...

...to explain to you

the idiosyncrasy...

...of a child as unique

as our Brahms. But...

...youll figure them out by now.

Im sure. While simply to...

...help you along.

A schedule. With rules.

Mrs. Heelshire she was kind

enough to write one out, you see.

Now, may seem a bit silly, but

it is important that you...

...follow them because Brahms

is not like other children.

He can be... particular.

Im afraid we may have indulged

him a bit over the years.

Go on, mommy!

Malcolm will be by once

a week with groceries,

and of course your payment.

And Im sure that he can

answer any other...

...questions that you might...

...that you might have. Im sorry,

Im... Im a bit off today. Its...

Its so long since

weve gone anywhere.

Be good to him and

hell be good to you.

Be bad to him...

She will...

...be good to him,

wont you Miss Evans?

Yes. Ill treat him like my own.

Im so sorry.

Come along my dear,

its time we left.

No offense Brahms, but

you kinda creep me out.

Jesus Greta. You just got here

and youre already cracking up.

Hey, its Sandy. Leave

a message...or dont.

Hey, its me. Again.

Call me when you can.

And send me some more magazines, too.

Anything with...

Actually anything.

Okay.

Hello?

Sandy?

Cole?

You need a lift?

So all that food

just goes to waste?

No, not all of it.

Mr. Heelshire eats some of them.

Hes always been the less

strict one about all of this.

You could have

warned me, you know.

- And ruin the surprise?

- Thanks.

Speaking of surprises.

Your first weeks pay.

Good job, well done.

Thank you.

- But I have to ask you.

- Yes, I am single.

Believe it or not.

- Whats the story with the doll?

- Yeah.

It was a fire. Brahms

didnt make it out.

On its eighth birthday.

Such a tragedy.

And the doll turned up

not while after that.

I know it must seem strange.

I mean it is bloody strange.

Its all harmless.

A way to cope. I cant imagine...

...what it must be

like to lose a child.

So he died twenty years ago.

Hed be about your age.

Theyve lived like

this for twenty years?

And theyve been looking

for a nanny the last year.

Youre probably going mad

in this house, arent you?

It might be good to get out. I can

show you our world-famous nightlife.

I know you can not just let Brahms,

but I wont tell if you want.

I just...

- I just got out of a thing.

- No.

This is not a thing.

No, I assure you of that.

This is...

...professional courtesy seeing as were

employed by the same people.

Its a duty is what it is. I will

take no pleasure in it whatsoever,

I promise.

- Yeah?

- Okay, Yeah.

Do you realize thats more money

than I make an entire month?

- And they paid you in cash?

- Yeah.

In pounds.

- What are you doing?

- Im just getting dressed.

Malcolm is gonna give me a

tour of the town.

- Are you going on a date?

- Its not a date.

We dont call it a date anyway.

- Really?

- Its more of a professional...

- ...courtesy.

- How is that not a date?

Well, we work for the

same people, dont we?

Yeah, okay.

- You gonna wear your coral dress?

- I dont know. I ll figure it out.

Let me guess. Youre drinking

a nice glass of red wine?

Maybe.

I know youre going

on a date, Greti.

I thin it is good

that youre going out.

You dont have to deny it

because he is the grocery man.

Greta?

Are you there?

- Sorry.

- What happened?

- Nothing. Its Brahms.

- Brahms?

The doll.

My clothes.

Hello?

Malcolm, if thats

you, this isnt funny.

Look, is somebody up there?

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Malcolm!

Up here!

Malcolm!

No! Malcolm!

Oh my God, up here!

Malcolm!

Greta!

Malcolm! Malcolm!

Did you spend the

night up there?

What kind a girl goes

into someones attic?

I bet no one has been

up there for years.

Well, thats one mystery solved.

Let me check the

rest of the house.

So, Greta...

Ive checked every nook and

cranny in this very lovely...

...and very weird large house.

And the windows

are sealed tight.

The house is clear, okay?

There was someone

in here, I know it.

My clothes...

You know, I used to

sleep-walk when I was a boy.

I wasnt sleep-walking.

I could stay for a bit.

Make sure we dont have some very

polite burglar on our hands.

Coming in, taking nothing and then locking

up after himself before he leaves.

Its really no problem.

Im here anyway.

- Youre sure.

- Absolutely.

Okay.

You've played this before.

Let me know when you are

ready to play for money.

No, thanks.

So,

tell me about Brahms.

I told you about all I know.

That was a truly

terrible poker face.

Alright. What do

you want to know?

What he was like?

The real Brahms.

You need to know there is

two types of talk in town.

In this, polite

talk and pub talk.

You know?

And the truth is

somewhere in between.

Okay, what was the polite talk?

That he was a lovely lad

and its a tragedy...

...that he was taken

at such a young age.

And the pub talk?

Well, you know, that we

wasnt such a lovely lad.

That he was strange.

Whats the truth?

You know, one day I came

out here for a delivery.

I didnt know it at the time,

but it was Brahms birthday,

or would have been.

Mrs. Heelshire she was in the sitting

room, opening presents with the doll.

And Mr. Heelshire...

...he was in here.

Off his-pickle.

Drunk and mumbling to himself,

"He couldnt do it anymore."

I told him Ill

come back, he said:

No, no, come in. You know, have a

drink with an old man. So I do.

Well, we get a

couple of drinks in,

chatting about the weather

and so on and finally...

...I get the courage to ask

him that exact question.

What was Brahms, the

real Brahms like.

He just looks at me this...

...you know, this

heartbroken look.

He made me sorry I even asked.

He said one word.

"Odd", he says.

Odd.

And that was it.

Which I suppose is all the

answer ever going to get.

My serve.

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