Kyle: What the hell is that?
Sarah: It's my son.
Kyle: Your what? When were you pregnant?
Sarah: It was...
Kyle: No stop, you can explain it to me on the way. Nothing on this island surprises me anymore.
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Julia: I need to go to the tree's location. There may be viable seeds or pieces of root left behind.
Anne: I'm afraid that's not possible.
Julia: I know it's a long shot, but I have to try.
Anne: You misunderstand, I'd take you there if I could. Michael was the only one who knew its location.
Julia: But this painting...
Anne: Is nearly three hundred years old. It's a view from a hill near the abbey, but the tree is long gone.
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