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Come in!

Get in here!

I just can't believe you're here.

Are you sure you're real? Like, pinch me now, wake me up.

Son, it's so good to see you.

It's been too long.

Yeah. I may have gone a bit overboard with the Christmas decorations this

But I'm hosting my annual work, Christmas Do, and I wanted to outdo

bitch.

You know Bethany.

I told you about her quite a few times on the phone.

She's like my manager, but not really my manager. She pretends she's my manager

and threatens to fire me all the time.

She's fine. It's just me.

But yeah.

I'm looking forward to hosting it.

I'm a bit nervous, but I wanted to really, you know, put one up her.

She hosted it last year and her house was absolutely stunning.

So yeah, I kind of went all out, spent all my savings on fucking Christmas

decorations.

Come through, I'll show you the living room.

It's quite a lot.

Yeah.

Well, when I said I went a bit overboard, I obviously meant I went a

overboard.

But I enjoyed putting it all together.

It's been a good thing for me to do.

It's been six months since I've seen you.

And I thought you were way too busy to come and visit your mum, and now...

You barely call me.

And now this surprise.

Don't tell me you've quit your high -flying job and you want to come and

back home with Mummy.

No.

You don't have to tell me.

I'm just glad you're here.

Anyway, this is where the party's going to be hosted, mainly in the living room.

I'm just going to put a load of nibbles out and...

I hope Bethany doesn't go for anything that I've done.

She will.

But you'll be here.

I won't be on my own now.

You definitely have to stay in. You're not going to disappear again.

Anyway, would you like some alcohol? I've got plenty in.

Like, I've got way too much.

And I can make you something to eat. Would you like a sandwich?

Alright.

It's just tea. No, I'm not drinking already at this time of morning. No, of

course I'm not, Sam.

It's just tea.

Listen, um... I know you've only just got here, um...

But I was wondering if you wouldn't mind taking a look at something, because

I've been...

trying to do for ages.

I mean, I was going to ask Ted, my, you know, delivery driver,

if he would help me, but I think he's off now until the new year, and I really

need my sliding door looked at.

The one in the living room.

Yeah, it's, um, it's not sliding properly.

Bandwidth.

they're making other people food anymore.

What do you want in it?

Oh, I've got all sorts in the fridge. Why don't you go take a look?

Oh.

That figures.

What?

Yeah.

It's nice having you here.

No, of course I'm not upset that you just turned a part of the blue.

It'd be nice not to be on my own for a change.

Get everything fresh.

I'm looking forward to this work's due tomorrow. I can't wait to show you off.

How did you do that?

I've been attempting it for months and you just come along and fix it like it's

nothing.

It's so cold.

And you called.

Oh, um, did you get my Christmas card in the mail?

Oh, good.

Look, I didn't get you a present this year.

My mind's been all over the place, what with, um, your sister moving to the

other side of the world and your dad having an affair and leaving me.

Oh, um... Mummy's company will have to do with the present this year.

Just me and you.

Like old times.

We can watch tons of Christmas movies and eat tons of junk food.

Just like we used to.

Honey, um, I was wondering if you'd pop out for me.

I need some more lemonade to go with the upper car for the party tonight.

Advocar. Advocar.

Well, how do you pronounce it?

Advocat. Don't be silly.

Advocar.

I think.

Anyway, yeah, so whilst you're out, grab yourself something nice.

Money's in my purse over there.

Just over there.

And then the car keys are by the front door.

You can take the car.

Come on.

Because I noticed you didn't bring your car, you must have come by train.

I'm not having your walk.

So yeah, grab yourself something nice.

Why don't you get yourself a new shirt for tonight?

Well, what did you bring?

Your work shirt.

No, you need something a little better than that. Get something...

Cute, funny.

It's not what cats are.

Oh, no.

The money's there.

If you don't want to get yourself a shirt, get yourself something else.

Like I said, I didn't give you a Christmas present.

I don't want to foil you.

My baby.

Big baby.

Man.

Don't be too long, okay? Because I need you to help me get the house ready for

tonight.

You're back?

You've been gone for ages.

Where the hell have you been?

Traffic.

Surely not that bad.

What do you think?

It's not too revealing, is it?

Okay, well let me see.

actually got something with cats on it.

Son, this shirt's amazing.

Where did you get it from?

How much was it?

Oh, you couldn't find a cheaper one?

I'm only kidding.

I'm glad you treated yourself.

Okay, now go and put it on and get sorted before the mob arrive.

Are you sure I look okay?

No. No, you didn't.

Well, with my money.

Show me then. Go on.

Not a fancy dress party, son.

Oh, stop it.

I can't wear this.

I'm gonna stick out like a sore thumb.

This is way too revealing. I thought this was bad enough.

Son, I can't wear this.

I'm grateful, but...

You.

Don't look.

Where did you get this from?

Really?

Well, put your shirt on while I'm getting changed.

Oh, Jesus.

Turn.

Turn around.

This is.

No,

I can't.

If I had. too much to drink, which I'm not.

I don't want it to undo and fall down in front of Mark.

I can't.

I've got to get that shirt on.

Alright, we'll have a few drinks before everyone gets here.

Just to, you know, loosen me up a little bit.

I'm not really looking forward to it, I'm not.

Is that okay?

That's tiny.

I can't have any more, son.

I've had four already.

I've got to greet my guests.

I don't want to be in a state.

You're a bad influence on me, I swear.

No more. This is it. And I'm not going to have any more until Bethany the cunt

arrives, alright?

Sorry.

Oh my god.

That's enough.

Fuck it, one more, one more, where's the bottle?

Christ.

You really are a bad infant.

Oh, son.

That's it, look, that's it.

That's all I'm having.

Do you want some more?

Really? Oh, you got enough, have you?

Yeah, I'm sure you have.

Madness. Has there ever been an I'm drunk, son?

I'm going to have to blame you.

Alright?

I actually think I might be sick.

I haven't drunk this much in, well, probably at your aunt's wedding

couple of years ago. Do you remember that?

Fuck.

Do you remember I used to tell you off for drinking so much as a teenager?

Yeah. I used to be drunk every weekend.

Like, really drunk.

Used to sneak your friends in and sneak my alcohol and your dad's alcohol.

And say, son, this is so pretty slope.

And now look at me, mother of the year.

Oh yeah, before I forget, um, I saw you brought your laptop.

Can I quickly use it?

No, my laptop is broke.

No, you will not buy me a new one.

I'm fine.

I use the work one when I'm at work. I don't ever really go on the internet.

But yeah, my laptop's broke and my phone is hit and miss whether it works or

not. It will take about 45 minutes to load a webpage.

It's a surprise.

I just need to order something quickly.

Where is it?

What kind of youth is that?

Opportunist.

Everything's fine.

Promise.

Mum's just... really drunk, okay?

Nothing.

I said nothing!

Son, drop it, okay?

Well, I certainly found what I was looking for.

I should leave it at that.

Do you remember why I kicked you out?

No, I appreciate that you're here, okay?

And I love you very, very, very, very much, okay?

But Jesus Christ, I thought that was all in the past.

What?

Oh.

You know.

You promised me that it was a fake. You promised me that it was just some stupid

experimental thing, okay? That you didn't feel like all the time.

That it was just something you were doing to pass the time. That's how you

me think it was.

I didn't believe you then and I certainly ain't going to believe you

You got a whole fucking folder of me in all sorts of poses.

Private photos that were meant for your father. God only knows how you got them

on your computer.

And I took the liberty of looking quickly through your internet browsing

history. And do you know what I found?

The whole thing is riddled with incest, mummy and son porn.

Jesus Christ.

No, don't you tell me otherwise.

I'm your mother.

It's perverted.

Do you hear me?

I don't care how old you are.

Fully grown man or not.

It's perverted.

It's sick.

Thinking about your mother like that.

Why?

I don't even know if I want you here anymore.

Look, they're early.

Look, just act normal, okay? And we'll have words later.

Bethany!

Have you met my son?

He is with me.

Why would you want to wear a suit, though?

Are you single?

No, he's not.

He's... He is with me.

He's great, isn't he? He's fine.

Oh,

okay. It seems the two of you are

getting like a house on fire.

Yeah, maybe,

maybe, maybe, maybe.

I'll let you two get to know each other, yeah?

You know what?

Flirt with Beck and you're a bitch like that. Right in front of me. You can make

me jealous, huh?

Is that what you're trying to do, make me jealous?

Fuck you, sis.

Look, those fucking shitkins are angry at me right now.

I haven't forgotten, okay?

The spy cameras that you used to put around the house, huh?

catch me doing something.

Time she'd accidentally walk in on me naked.

Or in the bath.

Or the shower.

Or on the fucking toilet.

You know what you're doing now. You know what you're doing now. This is where

you showed up. This. This.

Trying to wind me up and trying to get inside here again.

Not gonna happen.

Okay? Not gonna fucking happen.

What's your boy's name?

Or when you kiss me on the lips.

A totally inappropriate age for a totally inappropriate amount of time.

Trying to shove your tongue down my throat, were you? Hmm?

While your dad was in the house?

No wonder he had an affair and fucked off with that whore.

You knew what your time was. You were just trying to split us up.

Oh, I know what you did was a lot of years ago, sir.

But obviously nothing's changed, has it? Huh?

Nothing's changed.

I'm lonely every fucking day because of what you did to me. I'm lonely every

fucking day because of the shit you put in my head.

Because of that shit.

Because of how you made me feel. You make me feel embarrassed.

Don't be like that. Don't be like that.

Don't be like that, right?

Look,

I know you would never hurt me, okay? Maybe I know you would never hurt me. I

know that.

I know you wouldn't hurt me, okay?

I'm your mother. You're my son. You're the best father mum could ask for in so

many ways.

I know you wouldn't hurt me.

But when a mother, okay?

When a mother learns, okay?

She finds out.

Her son, her biological son is mad about incest.

And acts on it on more than one occasion, right? I was worried about

younger sister, okay? I don't know, do I? I don't know what it means or what

are.

I was worried about your little sister's safety.

I don't know, do I? I don't know what it will mean.

I just don't know how I managed to raise such a pervert.

Bethany, hi!

You didn't hear any of that, did you?

Oh!

More drink?

Everyone wants more drinks. Right, okay, well... Help me carry them in.

I'm not drunk, son.

We're having a good time.

Are we all having a -

I need to dance.

And he knows I can't. He knows it.

Oh, Jesus.

Fine.

I'm going to do... Ooh.

Yep.

What, you want to see?

He can't dance, okay? He's worse than me.

Worse than me.

Mm -hmm.

Yeah.

Oh, awesome.

Don't do that in front of all these people.

Yeah.

Oh, I know. He's brilliant, isn't he?

Do you know, he hasn't seen me in six months.

No.

I don't want to get a mother worried.

No, I'm fine. Honestly, I'm fine.

I'm absolutely dandy.

Oh, there we go.

Almost tripped there.

Okay, right. I'm going to...

to Bethany. She looks real lonely.

Yeah.

Really lonely.

Two minutes, okay?

I need to run to the bathroom.

I'm going to throw up.

You may not have forced me, no. All right.

Look, just get out. My head's spinning. I need to go to sleep.

I can't even think straight.

Just... Just go.

Just go.

Son, please. I can barely keep my eyes open. I need to get some rest.

It's Christmas Eve tomorrow.

I need to rest.

I need to get some sleep, okay?

I... I need to sleep.

I feel sick.

What are you doing?

Son. Fuck.

Stop it.

Mummy's gonna go to sleep.

I need to rest.

I need to get it out of my head.

You know.

Then I might be drunk, but...

Mummy's just tired.

My

head

is spinning.

care that you'll commit an incest with mummy.

Just get out.

Get out.

You don't come in your mother's mouth, no.

Go I said.

What do you want for breakfast?

Bacon and egg?

Cereal?

Toast?

I've got all sorts in. I can make you what you like. What do you want?

What are you fencing?

Um, and I wondered if you want to, um, pop out to the supermarket today to see

if they had any, um... No!

I don't want to talk about it.

Okay?

I don't want to talk about it. I don't want you to breathe a word about it!

Okay?

Don't. You breathe a word to me about what happened last night. It will be the

last thing you ever do. I swear to God.

Alright, son?

So, did you want tea or coffee?

Right.

Now, do you want bacon and eggs, cereal or toast?

Right.

And you're going to come to the supermarket with me?

Are you not?

Right.

That's sorted then.

So, after we have breakfast, we'll get dressed and we'll drive out.

Okay?

Well, that was manic.

You can't even comprehend how people go so crazy just because the shops are shut

for one day.

What?

Look, I need you to help me get the bags out.

What?

Oh, for the love of God.

Of course you want to talk about it.

Of course you do.

Look, I know.

Look.

We had a one night stand.

If you even want to call it that.

Come on, you could have been anyone.

I'm being serious.

It's not funny.

It's not.

Look.

You had your fun.

I know I've got to live with that mistake for the rest of my life.

What a way to ruin Christmas.

What?

No.

Son.

You don't honestly think that...

Wait. Let me get this straight.

You think that this has somehow opened up a door for you to enter in some sort

of incestuous relationship with me?

Your mum.

Wow, honey, you got this all wrong.

You really have.

You know, if you were the last man on earth, I wouldn't enter into a

relationship with you. You're my son.

It's taboo and incest and Jesus Christ, stop saying it like that.

I just want to have a quiet, event -free Christmas and watch a movie with my son

tonight and cuddle on the sofa without the worry that he's going to molest me

some way.

What did you say to me?

You can't help it.

Oh son, I can't help it either.

I can't help but feel sick to my stomach over what we did last night.

Jesus!

Thanks for taking the plates out.

Well, did you enjoy that?

It was bad, wasn't it?

You can tell me it was awful. It was so bad.

Really?

Thanks.

Thanks for being honest.

I'm not drunk, though.

Merry.

Excited. Happy.

Excited for tomorrow.

It's Christmas Day tomorrow.

Give me some drink.

Okay, you don't have to.

There's some brilliant stuff on tomorrow.

You can watch throughout the day.

under the circumstances.

Thank you.

Thank you for not making me be alone on Christmas.

Still, I'd like to know what made you come this Christmas.

Why not last Christmas or the Christmas before?

Why now?

Drink that down.

And we can stick a Christmas Eve film on.

Go on.

I'm gonna do the washing up.

You do that.

Well.

That was a good Christmas film, wasn't it?

Better get on now.

Fine.

Stop it.

You won't get away with it.

I'm not that drunk.

I can handle myself.

Don't kiss me like that again.

Not your mother.

You don't kiss your mother.

Maybe. Yeah, yeah.

one's come inside me and I need to make sure that it's all gone. I don't want to

get pregnant, son, okay?

Obvious reasons.

Shit.

Oh, God.

Stop looking.

When did I take my top off?

How long have you been staring at mum before?

How did you know that was my favorite?

Thank you.

We can have some of that later, maybe.

I don't know how long you've been using it for.

Maybe we could drink it under a year.

Cranberry blood.

You're always happy, aren't I?

What do you mean I look happier than I did yesterday?

It's Christmas Day.

Stop it.

Let's just... get on with things.

Nothing you can be getting on with.

There's plenty to do.

Gotta set the table.

Well, I know.

But I've got a new...

thing to go over the table today.

I'm having the same one we had yesterday.

A new one.

Yeah.

Hey.

Look.

No relationship talk. It's madness.

Anyway.

You do like this.

Well, you've been looking at it all morning.

Yes, it's new.

like it, alright?

It's crazy.

No, I'm not going to admit that it feels good when it doesn't.

It's just a woman's natural reaction when she's having sex to moan. It

matter.

Even women who are forced into sex, they can come and they can...

So did you enjoy Christmas dinner then?

It was okay.

Didn't taste bad.

No, you've done enough. You cleared the table. I'll grate the plates in a minute

and do the washing up.

So, um, how would we make it work then?

Well, be honest with me. Tell me how you really feel.

How you really, truly feel.

I need to know.

No reason.

I just need to straighten a few things out in my head.

The time when you lived at home and you went to give me a peck on the lip.

But instead you kissed me for like two seconds.

I think I knew then.

I knew it meant more to you than just the fame.

I knew he was different.

And I kicked you out because I was terrified of

things that went too far.

If you took things too far.

He was only 19.

And I thought you could live with your grandma.

But you turned out okay.

Come here.

I... I was still your father.

I would have broken his heart.

I would have killed him.

If he ever knew how he really felt about you.

Anywhere I dare to get someone.

I hope you've had a good Christmas day so far.

What do you mean you're leaving?

What have you got your big head for? Don't be silly.

You're not going anywhere.

Take it back upstairs.

Stupid.

Son.

I said don't be stupid.

Look. Don't make me beg you to stay, alright?

It's not fair. Just... Just stop.

Please.

Take your suitcase back upstairs.

I'm so sorry.

It's Christmas.

Don't do this.

You know I love you, don't you?

You can't leave Mummy.

Shit.

I didn't know how badly I needed all this.

Yeah.

You can have Mummy's body if you want.

Yeah,

it does. You know it feels good for Mummy, son.

I couldn't admit that, though, could I?

Not to my own son, my own flesh and blood.

My own boy.

My sweet boy.

Oh, honey.

Oh, honey.

It's so hard for mummy.

And I like it.

I do like it.

It's made me feel more desirable than I ever have felt.

No one's ever made me feel so beautiful before.

And my own son.

You fit mummy perfectly.

Right up inside mummy like that.

stay with mummy always.

I just think I couldn't bear the thought

that I might actually want my son back as

much as he wanted me.

Thank you so much.