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[OCEAN WAVES CRASHING AND SEAGULLS CALLING]

[pushing against locked door]

[door latch clicks]

[thumping]

DAD: Jesus.

Need to fix that.

Don't make a mess.

[water running]

DAD: Found a couple of marble fireplaces and a nice

stained glass window, you know.

It's really nice.

It's beautiful.

It's beautiful chandelier, beautiful.

Late 20's, early 30's.

I might keep all of it.

I got a private today.

[sighs] Oh, God almighty.

(ON PHONE) How much?

Well, make us an offer.

Give us a price, thanks.

That's what I paid for it.

Well, I've got to earn a living.

It's a nice [inaudible].

Hold on.

Leave it, darling.

I'll do that.

400 quid, Vince.

In the book, they're 1,200 under quid.

We can all get a living out of this.

Mom?

DAD: We'll sell the piece.

Well, give us 400 quid.

[moans]

DAD: Shh.

Shh.

[moans]

Sit down, Tom.

Sit down and shut the roof.

You having fun?

Yeah.

It's freezing.

[screams]

DAD: Do you want me to stop?

Do you want me to stop?

You don't want me to stop.

Just keep going.

[screaming]

[screaming]

(ANGRILY) Sit down, the pair of you!

Ah, shit!

[tires screeching]

[moaning]

[screaming]

MUM: Let me out!

[screaming]

Let me out of of here!

[screaming]

DAD: All right.

You're OK.

[screaming]

[baby crying]

DAD: Come here.

Come on.

I'll take the kids and get them some tea.

Yeah, good.

(WHISPERING) Come.

Let mommy get some rest.

Can I stay?

MUM: Yeah, yeah.

Just bring him something back, will you?

Yeah.

What do you think of her?

She smells funny.

How are you doing?

I feel terrible.

Do you want to cuddle?

Yeah.

She's all right, I guess.

A bit tired and that.

Beautiful.

So sweet, and-- hang on a sec.

Don't tie up the phone, Jess.

Some nice tomatoes on toast, Tom?

Some lovely tomatoes on toast.

She so sweet.

Honestly, it's like tiniest little thing.

I mean, like Sammy was when he was little.

I don't know.

Mom says so, but he looks more like her.

In the kitchen.

Yeah, I know.

Can't wait.

All right, miss you too.

Try.

All right, bye.

Do you feel older or different having a new daughter?

It's been a while.

Don't know.

I feel a bit scared, you know?

Get your feet off the table.

But at the same time, I feel very happy.

[inaudible]

Was it like that with us?

Was it?

Um, no, well you changed everything, you know?

I've become a man, I've got one in.

Now him, he was forceps.

They told us that he's got a long head,

face like [inaudible].

I knew he was trouble from the start.

Is it more difficult having us if one of you wanted to leave?

What, me or your mother?

Either.

You want a straight answer?

Yeah.

It depends how selfish you're feeling.

You wouldn't last a minute without us, Dad.

Oh, he's awake.

How is our little boy?

[inaudible] waiting for me grandad, right.

I was watching this car coming toward me.

And it swerved.

And as it swerved, it took off.

And the boot opened, and a spare wheel fell out.

And then it hit a wall.

As it hit the wall, the passenger door opened.

And this woman in the passenger seat got thrown out.

And her arm was out the back, you know, caught in her coat

as she fell out the motor.

As she hit the floor, all right-- I was watching this

all in slow motion.

You know how things happen in slow--

can you hold the line, please?

She hits the floor.

And as she hits the floor, the car

hits the floor, right, and rolls right over on top of her.

The geezer who's driving the car is sitting in the car

screaming his head off, right?

He gets out.

Now, I want to help him, but I'm only seven years of age.

And I'm sitting on the wall, I'm in shock.

So he goes around and lifts the car off the woman.

His strength, it's amazing, isn't it?

(ON PHONE) Hello?

Hello, Vince.

No, I'm just making the kids some tea.

Pheasant?

Yeah, I've got my piece of pheasant pie.

[inaudible] in the country.

[door latch opens]

They're here.

DAD: [inaudible]

OK.

DAD: You warm enough?

Yes, thanks, darling.

Oh, what a sweet little baby.

She reminds me so much of you.

Aw, mom.

She is so gorgeous.

[inaudible] skin like that.

Yes, that's when they're first born.

Hello, Tom.

[baby crying]

Hello, Lucy.

-Don't you all look a picture? -Hey, Lucy.

Not around the baby.

Thank you very much.

Sorry.

Shh, shh, shh.

Aw, does she look like you.

Oh.

Aw.

MUM: Lucy, you're soaked.

Take your things off.

I'm gonna dry off.

You too, Tom.

Someone's got a filthy mind.

Your hair's still wet.

(PHONE RINGS)

You've got to get it.

Let it ring.

[phone ringing]

You've got to get it, hon.

It's going to wake the baby, and I'll

have to get up in the morning.

Please, sweetheart.

Just tell them to ring later.

[groans]

All right, all right.

Tom.

Is everything all right?

Yeah.

Couldn't you get that?

He's got [inaudible].

--Who was it?

We should get a corset.

I should get a corset.

Missed you.

Missed you so much.

It's not so bad.

What?

Devan.

They forget how to speak English

when the tourists leave.

It'll be better after Easter when you start your new school.

Maybe you'll like this one.

I miss my friends.

You'll see them again.

You'll make some new ones.

Down here, they all have giant foreheads and fingers

growing from their shoulders.

That's a sick remark.

It's a sick world.

DAD (ON PHONE): It's just [inaudible] I'm not co--

I'm-- I'm not coming all the way to London on spec, Francesca.

Well, I know-- you know I'll get up there.

And they'll offer-- yeah, I will.

How's she been, Jess?

Quiet as a mouse.

No.

Well, I'll call you tomorrow [inaudible].

What did I say?

What do you mean, like, do it for me health?

No, why should I come all the way to London

if I'm settled down here?

Well, what's the logic in that?

Just put him on.

I can hear him.

And I know, he's there counting his money, isn't he?

I don't know, [inaudible].

Put him on.

Put him on.

[door opens]

How's mom?

What's the matter?

What is it?

I saw you.

Saw me what?

TOM: In the bath with dad.

Yeah.

What were you doing?

JESSIE: What do you think I was doing?

He had a bath.

I got in and he got out.

That's not what I saw.

Well, that's all it was.

Where were you?

It's a pretty weird thing you're suggesting, if you're saying

what I think you're saying.

Look, I haven't told you to fuck off

or anything, which I probably should have.

Nothing happened, OK?

I'll tell you.

You couldn't.

Yes, I could.

You OK now?

Imagine this on a quiet night, Tom.

MUM: There you go.

Is she asleep?

[inaudible]

[door opens]

Do you want me to take her?

I need a drink, Tom.

Get mammy one.

I'll have a Rex.

What do you want?

Just water, please.

What's he doing?

Yes, please, mate.

Please.

I'll have a pint of beer, a glass of water,

and a lime and soda, please.

Ask your sister what she wants, Tom.

Do you want a drink?

No.

This is my little brother.

Hello.

We're going to the beach.

Can I come?

All right, but you'll have to ask mom and dad.

Why?

Why do you think?

Come on.

This is Nick.

Hello.

Hello, sir.

Hello, Nick.

NICK: Hello.

We're going to the beach.

DAD: It's a bit late, no?

You're driving, are you Nick?

Yeah.

MUM: That's your first, is it?

Yeah.

Can I go?

Will you bring them home?

Of course.

Don't be late, Jess.

Night.

MUM: Night

DAD: Tom, Tom, come here.

Who is he?

TOM: I don't know.

Just make sure they don't go mad, all right.

Take that.

No thanks. DAD: Take it.

You might get stuck.

It's all right.

MUM: Night, Tom.

JESSIE: Is this where you bring your girlfriends?

NICK: All of them.

Fancy a swim?

That water would kill you.

Might be worth it.

NICK: Have you ever seen anybody die?

JESSIE: No.

I saw my grand dad die.

Say something.

NICK: What?

Anything.

I like your accent.

You're taking a piss.

JESSIE: No, I'm not.

Don't you like his accent, Tom?

I won't be long.

Keep warm.

Tom.

Tom?

I'm sorry we left you.

You're doing it together, aren't you?

Not just what I saw in the bathroom.

Everything.

You and dad.

What do you want me to say?

What happened?

Nothing happened.

[baby crying]

DAD: I told you to be home before 12 o'clock.

The last thing I said to you was be home in this house

before 12 o'clock. Where you been?

On the beach.

On the beach.

It's 7 o'clock in the fucking morning.

We lost track of time.

You lost track of time.

I've had the police here looking for you all night.

Your mother hasn't has a decent night's

sleep since the baby's been born,

and you're on the fucking beach.

Go to bed, you.

Go to fucking bed and stay there.

What are you doing to me, Jess?

What's the matter with your face?

Who done that? Did he fucking do that?

Did he do it? -Who?

Did he fucking know? Did he do that?

[inaudible]

I'll break his fucking neck.

Don't take the fucking piss out of me!

Don't the piss out of me!

Don't hurt her.

Leave it.

That's enough, leave it.

We've been worried sick waiting for you.

Look at me.

We've been worried sick waiting for you.

You can't come here behaving like this, Jess.

[inaudible] fucking dead.

I said, it's finished.

No, right.

All right, we'll go to bed.

I'm sorry. -Come on, come one.

Let's go to bed now.

No, look, she's looking at me like I'm a piece of shit.

JESSIE: Come on, come on. Finished.

Come on. DAD: I'm all right.

No fucking script for me whatsoever.

Go upstairs to bed now.

Come on, come on, come on.

I don't want to go to bed.

I'm sorry, Jess.

I'm sorry.

You can't raise your hands at me.

You haven't raised your hands at me.

Go on, up now.

Up.

Excuse me, Tom.

I'm hungry.

-What? -I'm hungry.

Go to bed.

Come on.

It's OK.

There we go.

OK.

[baby crying]

I could see you.

(ON PHONE) No, I've just got the message.

No, that's-- that's fine.

The valuation seems fine to me.

Of course.

And does the fitting-- the fittings all come with it, yes?

That's super.

I particularly like the bath.

No, Victorian border.

When can I come see you?

I see, you were waiting for me.

No, that's fine.

I'll-- OK, super.

Thank you very much. See you then.

Bye.

Bastard.

JESSIE: It's not what you think.

I'll tell mom.

Don't.

It must be better than love, better than anything.

How could you let him?

You're acting like a child.

He's our dad.

Why would I want dad when I can have Nick?

He's old.

He's a prick.

He's nothing.

JESS: This isn't about me and dad, is it?

You just want to know about fucking, don't you?

You want to do it.

Do you want to do it with Lucy?

Do you want me to have a word with her for you?

I've got this.

I'm keeping it.

Do you think Lucy wanks on the toilet

when she's feeling neglected?

No.

Because I do.

TOM: You drink too much.

You shouldn't drink with a baby.

Well, that is parenthood.

You should try it.

No, thanks.

Jessie will get there first, the rate she's going.

Now, what's that supposed to mean?

Is it the baby?

Is it just so different having Alice?

No.

I like London.

Well I like London too, but we're here now.

We're got to make a go if this.

It's not easy for any of us.

I've got to make a fresh start, too.

I have to get working again.

We don't know anybody here.

[baby crying]

Well, maybe we will go back to London if it doesn't work out.

Take your boots off, Jess.

Is she all right?

Yeah, she's fine.

[baby crying]

Oh, oh, oh.

So hungry.

[cooing] Oh, she's a hungry girl.

I'd love a cup of tea.

Cup of tea, Tom?

Jess, want a cup too?

Yeah.

Are you hungry, my child?

Are you hungry?

Oh, she's a hungry girl.

JESS: Mind your fucking business!

Tom!

Which of those shall I send granny?

Tom?

This time next week, you'll be getting ready to start school.

I want to go to London, sort things out for college.

I'm going up to see Vince.

I could take her up there.

That's a good idea.

Oh, such a lovely one of you.

I'm going to send that one to Mary.

Oh that's lovely, isn't it?

Her face in it.

Oh, that's beautiful.

DAD: Nicer than here, though.

MUM: How much is that?

Maybe about [inaudible].

MUM: 1,710?

And they're watching it yet at Southeby's.

Yeah, well, [inaudible] years, haven't they?

[inaudible]

[phone rings]

MUM (ON PHONE): Hello? [inaudible] Yeah.

No-- no, it's-- it's fine.

I mean, the house is a [inaudible].

They're fine.

[inaudible] He's um-- [inaudible].

When are you coming?

Yeah?

Yeah, [inaudible].

(WHISPERING) Guess who's coming to see us?

The wicked witch of the north.

And we're [inaudible].

I can't wait, darling.

Who was that? MUM: Mary.

She's going to come.

She's coming down.

DAD: Oh, good.

MUM: Oh the stairs, my feet.

DAD: Do you want your mom?

Do you want your mum?

Do you want your mum?

Yeah?

She's done number two.

Oh yeah, come on then.

Oh, my darling.

Let's change you.

Oh.

[baby cries]

Oh.

Non-- none of my shoes fit anymore.

Oh, beautiful little girl.

I'll get you one of those, um-- those, uh-- foot

massage bubble bath things.

You know the electric ones where--

where the bubbles come up and, uh, massage your little toes.

Good.

Hm?

I'll run you a nice, hot bath, all right?

You could do with a nice, hot bath.

I'm going to go for a run.

MUM: Waiting for a call?

DAD: No, I'll call Steve another day.

If Vince calls, tell him all ring him back later.

You want me to take a message?

No, darling.

You staying here?

JESSIE: Yeah, I'll be here.

DAD: Ta, Tom.

[whispering and cooing to baby]

Oh boy.

Turn over.

No.

Why?

Why don't you do it like you do it with mum?

We mustn't do that.

Turn over.

[gasping and moaning]

[crying]

It hurts.

[grunting]

[grunting and moaning]

DAD: Sh.

Come here.

Sh.

[crying]

I love you.

[moaning]

Put the kettle on, would you, Tom?

I'm finished.

Get out, Tom.

You lied to me.

You're still fucking him.

I saw you together in that shelter.

I saw everything.

Do you get off on all this?

I fucking hate you.

Do you want to hurt me?

Do it, you'll feel better.

That's bollocks.

It's got to stop.

I mean it, or I'll tell mom.

JESSIE: We're going to London tomorrow.

Who is?

JESSIE: Me and dad.

Will you come with us?

You might enjoy it.

Maybe I can get you laid.

DAD: You've got to be up early tomorrow.

You've got a big day.

You can have a bath [inaudible] if you like.

All right?

JESSIE: All right.

DAD: Same with you, Tom.

You can help me tomorrow, yeah?

JESSIE: What are you doing?

DAD: Just got to see some people.

Want a sweet?

JESSIE: No.

Anything else?

I'd like a vodka and tonic with some ice, please.

And, uh, do you want any wine?

JESSIE: Yeah.

Red wine, and a Coke for him.

All right.

DAD: Thank you.

I forgot to tell you, Mummy phoned today.

Alice [inaudible] Don't start.

Don't start fighting.

Let's go to a club.

No, I'm not having a club.

I'm tired.

Let us go, then.

I'm not having him in a club.

JESSIE: It would be fun.

He can stare at all the dancers.

Make me sit at the bar and protect me.

Shut up, you're drunk.

Hi?

[shower running]

Sit down, Tom.

[door opens]

CAROL: Jess?

Yeah.

How are you? CAROL: OK, how are you?

All right.

Better now.

Where's Somi?

Down at Micah's.

This is my baby brother.

Tom, this is Carol.

Hello.

Can I talk to you?

Yeah, sure.

I could be your mother.

No, you couldn't.

Carol?

Tom?

Tom?

Come on.

Come on, Tom.

Come on, darling.

Come on, I need you to wake up, OK?

Are you awake? -Yeah.

Can you hear me? OK.

You have to get up. I need you to help me.

We have to go to the hospital.

Alice is ill.

I'll pull the car up.

I'll go and ring the hospital again.

Will you take the baby please, Tom?

You go and get dressed.

[baby screaming]

It's all right.

It's all right.

[baby screams]

-What's happened? -Nothing.

They're just keeping Alice in overnight.

I want to stay with mummy.

Will you be all right driving home?

Yeah.

Pick me up in the morning.

You'll pick us all up, hopefully.

OK.

Go on, Tom.

Drive carefully.

DAD: All right?

Does he do up your ass all the time?

Is that the only way you like it?

Just shut up, all right?

You're sick.

Do you hear me?

Your girlfriend in London.

It's not what you think.

As predictable as that.

You just want everything to be nice and sweet, but it isn't.

Does Nick know?

What does he think?

It's none of his business.

I don't care what he thinks.

Tom?

Your mom sounded awful.

How's she doing?

JESSIE: She's good.

I bet.

Is your dad better?

Yeah.

WOMAN: Good.

Call me if you need me, OK?

OK, thanks.

Promise?

Yeah.

Take care.

And you.

[door opens]

MUM: Tom.

-Where's dad? -He's gone.

He had to take a taxi home.

Have you eaten, love?

Is something wrong?

No.

What is it?

Nothing.

[baby cries]

I'm sorry, Tom.

--[inaudible] I'll call Doctor Philips.

TOM: Mom?

Have you ever fancied anyone besides dad?

What?

It is something I've done?

TOM: It's not you.

Don't trust him.

Keep him away from the baby.

[baby cries]

What?

(ON PHONE) No, I don't understand you, sister.

I have my rights.

I'm her husband.

Just put her back on the phone so I can talk to her, please.

I'm-- I'm not shouting.

Yeah, but I have the right to ask about my Alice.

No, I understand.

No.

Thanks, Tom.

DAD (ON PHONE): Then we'll be here.

I'll be very grateful.

Thank you.

God bless you, bye.

I've had your mother on the phone,

screaming about getting the police

and asking me to leave the house.

What's going on, Tom?

You know what's going on? DAD: No.

I don't. Do you want to talk to me?

What have you been saying?

What do you think?

I don't know.

I'm talking to you.

You tell me.

What did you say to her?

I saw you.

What do you mean you saw me?

I saw you with Jessie.

I'm always with Jessie. I'm always with you.

I'm your dad.

I wish you weren't.

How can you sat that to me?

I'm-- I'm your dad.

No you're not.

I hate you.

What-- what have I done to you for you to hate me?

-You're sick. -No, you're sick.

You're fucking sick.

You're making me ill.

I saw you fucking my sister.

And you've been fuck--

Fucking shit.

Don't you fucking talk to me.

Get the fuck away.

And you fucking say that to me.

You're fucking sick.

You talk to me like that in front of your sister?

In front of your sister?

You're fucking ill.

You go behind my fucking back to your mother in hospital.

You're going to fucking break this family up.

You will fucking break it up and I'll kill you.

What are you fucking talking about?

You're so fucking sick.

You're going to care, son.

You are going into fucking care.

You're fucking going, you shit.

You tell me things like that?

You fucking animal.

You're a fucking animal.

Who the fucking hell are you?

You fucking talk like that, you're fucking ill.

You're going to a fucking home.

I'll put you in a fucking home.

You're fucking scum.

What are you doing to me?

What are you fucking doing to me?

You're fucking killing me.

Fucking kid.

You're a fucking animal.

How do you fucking talk like that?

You go to your mother behind my back and talk shit?

You're fucking sick in the head.

Something fucking wrong with you.

Fucking two years.

Two years I've had this fucking kid.

Two fucking years.

Two schools I've pulled him out of.

Fucking trouble, nothing but trouble.

You're breaking my fucking family up.

You're breaking this fucking family up.

Your fucking family.

You break this family up and I swear I'll fucking kill you.

I'll fucking kill you.

What are you doing to me?

What are you doing to me?

I'll tell your mother.

You're going to fucking care.

I'll fucking sort this out.

You're fucking paranoid.

Everyone's going fucking paranoid.

I'll fucking [inaudible].

[sobbing]

Tom?

Are you all right?

Did he hurt you?

Yeah.

He's gone.

What did you tell her?

Do you want me to stay?

Yeah.

[thumping downstairs]

[knock on door]

DAD: Jess.

Go away.

[footsteps]

DAD: I don't fucking need this, Tom.

I don't understand why you're saying these things, you know,

about Alice.

I know you're sorry, but I don't know whether you're just lying

or you actually believe them.

Either way, it's got to stop.

I can't have it, mate.

Sorry I smacked you, but you hurt me.

You don't know how I feel.

Mummy's all upset.

Is it an attention thing?

Is it Alice?

Is that what it is?

Sometimes it happens when a baby comes along.

It's-- you know, that's the facts of life.

I'd never put you in a home.

You know what, I love you. I'd never put you in a--

You fuck me up my ass.

You fuck me.

Why would you do that?

It hurts.

See what happens when you put things into people's heads?

You put it in her head and it-- it steamrolls on.

And other people start to believe it.

You've got to get these thoughts out of your head, Tom.

You've go to stop it. They're wrong.

You know they're wrong.

You're not sick.

You're just, um-- you're just going through your teens.

It happened to me.

Are you pregnant?

Is that what it is?

Is that what it is?

You see how you can put things into people's heads?

I suppose I'll be doing it with him next.

You can't keep saying these things, Tom.

[grunts]

[gasps]

[yelling]

[gasping]

[crying]

Mom?

Is he dead?

Is mom OK?

What are we going to do?