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Peter Alan Tyler, my dad.

Oh, my God. What are they?

You're my Rose, grown up.

- This is my fault. - No, love.

This, and other places like it, are all that's left of the human race.

Is it me or did it just get cold?

You, erm, you never said why you came here in the first place.

Sorry, force of habit.

- Stuart Hoskins. - Sarah Clark.

- I like to think of myself as a criminal. - I bet you do.

You mustn't let him touch you.

I've had all these extra hours.

- Or I don't know, maybe you did. - Jackie, wait, listen...

I've never had a life like that.

Wait till she runs off and he follows then go to your dad.

I don't think the telephone's gonna be much use.

He stopped, he waited for the police.

We were under all this stuff.

- No damage done. - And who's this?

'Cause he's not. He's a failure. Born failure, that one.

Betamax tapes and none of it works.

She kept it all packed away in boxes in the cupboard.