Synopsis: January is forced to return home after six years traveling abroad. A near-fatal accident has left her temporarily wheelchair bound and depleted of her long-term memory. She is accompanied by her boyfriend 'Callum' whom she met whilst traveling. He was also the driver in the fateful accident. Not only has she forgotten her family, but her childhood as well and is surprised to discover that her home is a stately manor in the middle of the country-side. As January tries to settle in, she finds herself becoming even more estranged from her family, who just want their daughter back. The trouble is, January cannot remember who that she was, or why she ran away. Desperate to discover why she left all those years ago and with Callum's help, she sets out to find the truth. They soon discover the family are not as loving as they seem to be. Was there a dark reason why she left them in the first place?
101 min



-Faster, Callum! Faster!


-Yeah, that's a lot of...

-Look at the hills. They're beautiful.

Smile for the camera!

Hello! Hey! Hello, Mum!

-My God.



I love you!

I love you too!


Go faster!


Faster, Callum!


Is she going to be okay?

Is she going to be all right?

Hey. Hey. Hey, Jan. Hey.

Stay with me babe, okay?


Someone talk to me!

Is she going to be okay?


Mum! Mummy!

They're coming!

Is this your house?

Is this where you grew up?

I can't remember.

God, you should see

my Mum's place.

It's a right sh*t hole.


Ms. Dunfield, I'm Thomas.

Your butler?

The family are very

excited to see you.

You have a butler?




Your hair looks nice.

You told them, didn't you?

No one told us about this.

You still look beautiful to me.

I've missed you so much.



You can't remember anything

before the accident?


Will it come back?

I really don't know.

-Did the doctors check you for clots?




Laurence, stop

interrogating her.

I'm just checking

there's nothing else the matter.

She couldn't come back

if there were.

You trust a Mexican doctor?

It's a Brazilian.

Rio's in Brazil,

not Mexico.

I did Geography.

Can hold my breath

for three minutes.

Did you, um, make the banner?

It... it's good.

It's nothing really.

How long was I away for?

-Six years.


How did you crash the scooter?


-Shush, Katherine.

I'm curious myself.

Were you speeding?

Then you could have

slowed down.

I was there too.

It's just as much my fault.

One of you can still walk.

You should keep

your mouth shut.


Hey, hey, come on.

So what do I need

around here?

Wellies? Boots?

Cloth cap? Whippet?



When she hugged me,

nothing came back.

I didn't ask for this.

Well, where else

could we have gone?

I'm only here

because I'm sick.

They must think

I'm so f***ing selfish.

No, they don't.

Didn't I ever tell you

why I left?

Well, you wouldn't

talk about it.

What if I never remember?

Well, when you first woke up,

you thought I was there

to change the bedpans.

But you remember me now,

don't you?

You felt right.

So will they.


Come on.

Let's take your drugs.


I have prepared

the guest room for you, sir.

It's across in the east wing.

No, I'm all right here.


Only married couples

can share beds, sir.

House rules, I'm afraid.

What century is this?

I'll be outside.

Now I feel like

Mister f***ing Darcy.

I love you.

See you in the morning.

I think I prefer

the other part of the house.

Bet you can play some wicked games

of hide-and-seek here though.

The family have never

been ones for games, sir.

How do you know?

Well, I've lived here

all my life.

My father was the butler

before me.

Can I ask you a question?

Of course.

Was January happy here?

I think so.

I'm trying to understand

why she left.

I just want to help her,

that's all.

I'm just a butler, sir.

Your room.

What the f***?

You... ever shot

anything before?

You want to?

My arms are fine.

I forgot.

You always liked

doing things your own way.

You can do

my makeup for me.


Just don't make

me look like a slut.

Bloody hell!

Never mind.

Have another go.

The recoil takes a bit

of getting used to.

It's only the gangs back home

that have guns.

Well, you need them here.

Hunting, putting things down,

that sort of thing.

That's the way it is.

I suppose it's...

I suppose it's more of a tool

than a weapon out here.

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