"Why are you here, Tony?" Carla asked her ex-husband coldly. Although her daughter was now safely by her side, her arm held protectively around her shoulder, Carla still shivered with fear as she glanced around at the dark and damp cave, eyeing in particular the cliff edge that loomed so dangerously close to them.

"I…" Tony began hesitantly, confused by Carla's question, "I wanted to spend some time with my daughter, what's wrong with that?"

"No, I mean here," Carla clarified, "in the land of the living. You're meant to be dead."

"You know me, Carla," he replied with a grin.

"I thought I did. Until you turned out to be a psychopath. Tell me, how did you do it? How did you escape?"

"A successful businessman like myself always has a contingency plan."

"They found your body."

"A body. One little word," he shrugged, "change that one little word and it changes everything."

"But they did tests, they matched dental records."

"And the records matched."

"How?"

"You really have no imagination, do you?"

"To understand the inner workings of a criminal?" Carla asked, her eyebrow raised as she contemplated him, the man she couldn't believe she once loved, "no, I don't."

"Alright," Tony spoke in an almost business-like manner, "you want to know how I did it?"

"Yes. Spit it out."

"It was simple really," Tony began the explanation of his despicable plot with obvious pride, "I chose my… body double, shall we say," he chuckled at his turn of phrase, "from the quality selection of my fellow inmates due for release from incarceration at just the right time and proceeded to… borrow his identity as my own. It was brilliant, if I do say so myself."

"No one else is gonna."

"All I had to do," he continued, ignoring Carla's insult, "was charm my way into the prison medical facility to swap our records. You remember, Carla, how charming I can be."

Carla did not trust herself to answer; her anger at his almost casual recitation of his crimes was ready to overflow, and so she merely stared at him with contempt.

"You see," he spoke directly to Olivia now, "she doesn't deny that she finds me charming."

"Don't you dare talk to her."

"Mum, it's okay."

"No, it's not," Carla snapped before focusing back on Tony. "Go on, you chose your… victim."

"He was a means to an end, nothing more, nothing less." He caught Carla's scornful look and smiled knowingly at her. "Don't you dare feel sorry for him, we both know you would never lower yourself to give him the time of day if you met him in the street. Career criminal, a pretty bad one as it turned out, he spent most of his life in and out of prison. He made no great contribution to society, he only took, he was a leach, sucking the life out of good, law-abiding people."

"Law abiding?" Carla scoffed.

"And, most importantly, he was not too bright. Stupid even. And gullible."

"That didn't give you the right to treat him like he was nothing. What makes your life more valuable than his that you could so casually destroy him?"

"Are you calling me selfish? Well," he shrugged, "perhaps I am. You would be too if you had to choose between your life, your freedom, and some no mark."

Carla shook her head but said nothing, knowing deep down that there was some truth in Tony's words.

"I arranged for him to be at the factory," Tony continued with his story, "the promise of easy money always attracts that kind. And, when the time came, all I had to do was make my exit."

"I saw you though, you were in the middle of the flames and then…" Carla shuddered at the memory.

"I'm sorry," he said, watching her obvious distress at the memory of that day with a twinge of regret. "Looking back, I wish I'd never put you through that. If I'd known…"

"Known?"

"About Olivia," he said, looking affectionately at the girl by Carla's side. "Our daughter. Why didn't you tell me? If I'd known, it would've changed everything, I never would have… I would've had something to live for."

"You're a killer, Tony," Carla said, her voice low as she struggled to keep it from cracking at the memory, "you killed Liam–"

"Technically that was Jimmy."

"The Jimmy that you sent after me? To kill me? Yeah, I remember Jimmy. The fact is, Liam is dead because of you. And then that very day in the factory, I saw you kill another man in cold blood."

"Ah, yes, Robbie."

"Another expendable in your eyes?"

"If the shoes fits."

"You threatened to kill me. You held a gun to my head. Now why would I tell you about her if I believed I wouldn't be around to protect her from a killer. From you. But now," she laughed, a cold, victorious laugh, "finally, I can protect her."

"She doesn't need protection from me," Tony said, "I would never hurt her. You know that, don't you," he appealed to Olivia, "I would never hurt you."

"I know," Olivia nodded and smiled at him.

"Good," Tony smiled at his daughter in return, thankful for her support.

"Maybe," Carla said, nervously witnessing the obvious bond between father and daughter, "but I'll breathe easier once you're back in prison."

"Oh," Tony turned back to Carla, "that's where you're mistaken, you see, I have no intention of going back to prison."

"You think I'm here by myself?" Carla asked, a smile playing on the corners of her mouth.

Tony looked at her in confusion.

"I didn't come alone," she declared triumphantly, "the police are here."

"Mum!" Olivia cried out in protest, but Carla ignored her.

"Up at the hotel," she explained to Tony; "all I have to do is make one phone call and it's all over for you."

"Carla, please," Tony begged her, his bravado slipping, "you can't send me back there, I can't go back."

"Please, mum," Olivia joined her father in his desperate pleas for freedom.

"Olivia," Carla turned to her daughter in shock, "he's a killer, he belongs in prison."

"I know what he is," Olivia said, "and I know what he's done, but… he's my dad."

"You wouldn't send your daughter's father to prison, would you?" Tony asked, ever hopeful.

"Hold on," Carla held her hands in the air and took stock of the situation, "why are you both acting like I've done something wrong here, like it's my fault?"

"Because you're the one threatening me with prison, you're the one, Carla," he said, reaching his hands out to Olivia and making his final appeal: "Look at what you're doing to her."

"No, look at what you're doing to her!" Carla cried, "it's you that's putting her in this position. If you want to be her father, a father she can be proud of, you need to take some responsibility for your actions."

Tony remained silent for a moment, considering Carla's words, and studying Olivia's face, at the pain etched on her face; the pain he knew he was causing.

"Okay," he nodded soberly, speaking to his daughter now, "I'll go back to prison without a fuss, if…"

"What?" Olivia asked breathlessly.

"If you promise to visit me," he laid down his terms. "I can do it, but only if I get to see you."

Olivia looked up at her mum who, after shooting a murderous look in Tony's direction, said to her daughter gently, "it's up to you, sweetheart, he's your father, you decide."