Bobbi (sings): ♪ Mr. Boop, Mr. Boop ♪
♪ Little feet go boopy boop ♪
♪ Boopy, boopy, boopy ♪
-(chuckling) -(clears throat)
Oh, hello. Sorry, uh.
Decaf oat milk flat white, please.
-Thanks. -Your baby's well cute.
Yeah, thank you.
(both chuckling)
Oh, uh, and one of those, please.
-Yeah, sure. Thanks.
(eerie music playing)
Sam: Where is she?
Natasha (on phone): What? No.
You tell me where she is.
Do you do this on purpose 'cause, honestly, I can't tell.
Excuse me?
We are meant to be on stage
in 45 minutes for the "Illusionists" audition,
-and she won't pick up her phone. -Yeah?
Well, she's just taken a baby from my flat.
-She's gone West! -What do you expect?
You appear out of nowhere with an elderly girlfriend,
dangle a baby in front of her,
and then disappear without a word of explanation.
And now I'm somehow meant to perform
the Assistant's Revenge trick
without a fucking assistant!
Natasha: She's skiving your audition.
Maybe it's 'cause she's finally got wind of the fact
that you're just usin' her to get your spandexed arse paid.
Good luck getting the producer
to put your sparkly cameltoe on a poster.
-Yeah, fuck you. -Fuck you!
Fuck you!
♪ Into my head, ooh ♪
Pick up, Bobbi! Where are you?
What you playing at? Call me back, now!
-(Bobbi singing) -(phone buzzes)
(phone chimes)
"Gone to Mum's...
bumblebee, love-heart, rainbow, shooting-star"?
Bobbi!
♪ ♪
Bobbi: Welcome to Jupiter House!
We're going to have so much fun.
Wanna see my favorite spot?
I know exactly what Bobbi's playing at.
We go in, we get the baby, and we leave.
I'm not saying one word to that woman.
When did you last see your mother?
My gran's funeral, about 15 years ago.
She tried to lead a gratitude circle,
and I told her she's a narcissist.
She lives in this whack commune.
The whole place smells of nag champa and chicken shit.
Bobbi: Okay...
-(camera clicks) -Oh!
Bobbi, I swear to god, I'm gonna fucking kill her.
What if he tries to hurt her?
Should've killed him when you had a chance.
He's trying to send you a message.
Hmm?
What message?
(phone chimes)
Shit. I know where they are.
(baby talk)
(tires screeching)
(distorted music playing)
(Bobbi choking)
(gasping, coughing)
Bobbi!
♪ ♪
(coughs)
(giggles)
Sorry... went down the wrong way.
What the fuck... were you thinkin'?
You said I could help.
A-And you seemed a bit s-stressed.
And you thought
coming here...
-was the solution to that? -(baby babbles)
Well... I thought it could be good for you,
and Mum hasn't met him yet.
This is the last place I need to be.
Natasha, slow down.
Natasha... s-stop running away from me.
I'm worried about you.
I, I, I just want to know that you're okay.
-Are you okay? -I'm fine.
No, you're not. You're terrified.
Something's really wrong. Just... talk to me.
He's not my baby.
He fell off a cliff... and I caught him.
And now, I can't get rid of him.
He's dangerous, Bob.
And if you try and take him... he'll kill you.
♪ ♪
I'd, I'd forgotten how mean you are.
♪ ♪
(birds cawing)
(eerie music playing)
Is your sister okay?
(shuts car door)
She's fabulous.
She's gonna stick around and play happy families
with my mum.
Let's go.
Hmm.
(engine struggles)
(engine explodes)
Jesus.
He's trying to keep us here.
Why?
♪ ♪
Someone will come and take a look at the car.
Might take a while.
You and your friend can wait in the house if you like.
I know you didn't come here to see me...
so I'll do my best to stay outta your way.
Bobbi told me about this one.
You were exactly the same.
Could never get you to settle.
(baby babbling)
I'll make a bed up for you in case you need to stay.
Is there a lake here?
-Yeah. -Good... we'll do it there.
Why're you doing this?
I'm trying to save your life.
No. Tell me who you are to him.
Tell me why someone would spend 50 years
livin' in a car, eatin' rank-ass apple pies.
'Cause right now, all I see is a batty old lady
telling me to throw a baby in a lake,
and to be honest, I'm not feelin' it.
Nothing?! Okay, fuck this.
Whatever your plan is... clearly isn't working.
Where are you going, you stupid girl?
Don't walk away. We're, we're so close.
If you don't wanna tell me what the fuck is going on with him,
I'll figure it out for myself.
You'll be dead this time tomorrow.
I'll be following some other stupid girl.
Stupid girl!
(voices whispering)
♪ ♪
(baby crying)
What do you want? Are you hungry?
Bloody hell, you're a unit.
What d'ya want?
Maybe you can give me a break, yeah?
♪ ♪
Get you some food, keep our heads down,
then find a way out, all right?
Hi, Ma! (chuckles)
Honey says the cider's ready for tonight,
if you wanna try it.
Precious Bobbi!
Aww!
I am so happy they're here.
And I'm so happy you're here, too.
Yeah...
Aww!
You've become an Aunt... and I've become an Elder.
So, whatever the circumstances,
that's a blessing, isn't it?
-Mm. -(both chuckling)
Now, pump up your bed, will ya?
-This is my bed. -(Barbara laughs)
-Oh, Bobbi. -Right.
-I'll see ya at dinner. -Yeah.
(baby crying)
Come on.
(baby crying)
He's crying 'cause you're tired.
You need to sleep, he needs to cry it out.
Hello, I'm Honey.
And you must be Natasha.
And this must be your lovely baby.
Oh, y-you've caught us in the middle
of slightly glorious chaos.
Gosh, they are wonderful at that age, aren't they?
Do you do skin-on-skin?
-What? -Oh.
You put them just here, on your chest,
until your heartbeats are in sync.
The bodily connection between a mother and her child
-is quite extraordinary. -Right.
Are you staying for the Solstice tonight?
-Sadly not. -Oh, you must!
(children chattering)
Maybe, if we're very kind to Bobbi,
she'll give us a magic trick.
Then, it's all hands on deck for the bonfire.
Alright, alright, alright.
Um, what... have I got here?
All: Chocolate coins!
Now, I need all of you
to concentrate really hard
on getting these coins
into that bowl.
-Okay. -Bobbi: Okay?
-Three, two, one. -(children gasping)
-Where did they go? -Wow!
Bobbi: Guess it didn't work.
Unless...
(softly): Check your pockets.
Chocolate coin!
(children exclaiming happily)
Okay, everyone, chocolate in the treat cupboard.
All: Aww!
But Bob just gave 'em the coins.
Processed sugar makes our teeth
go black and fall out.
It's fine, Tash.
Why don't you have a baby?
Is it because you're a lesbian?
We encourage the children to be curious and open,
and we respond in the spirit
of radical honesty.
Uh, w-well, um, m-my partner and I,
uh, d-decided that, uh,
having a, a biological baby wasn't...
um, 'cause... pregnancy--
Processed sugar won't turn your teeth black.
I ate sweets all the time when I was a kid.
I've got lovely teeth.
Time to go down to the bonfire.
But I want my chocolate coin!
Jacob...
at Jupiter House,
we don't raise our voices in anger.
-We only raise them in joy. -Only in joy.
Now... go and help the others.
Come on.
No more chocolate coins, Bobbi. Eh?
Just can't help yourself, can you?
This fucking place.
Natasha? Can I have a cigarette?
What?
I'll show you Barbara's workshop.
It's where she goes when she's having a meltdown.
(baby fussing)
(eerie music playing)
Sally: No one's allowed in here.
(baby crying)
(shuts door)
Can I have a cigarette now?
All right, don't smoke in front of anyone
until you can inhale without coughing,
all right?
Always use these two fingers.
Never these two, unless you wanna look like a twat.
And if someone asks you for a cigarette,
always say yes.
Unless it's your last one,
in which case you'll say you'll twos it.
What's twos it?
Never mind.
(unsettling music playing)
(door closes)
Hello.
What do you want?
Uh... (sniffs)
She needs you to put the baby to sleep again.
You're the only person who can do it.
It's classic Natasha, isn't it?
It's like tryin' to love a clam.
Totally.
Who exactly are you?
-Um... -You.
'Cause I know you're not her yoga teacher.
I'm helping her out with the baby.
You can tell her if she wants my help,
she can ask for it herself.
Ah...!
♪ ♪
(voices whispering)
What happened to you?
(door opens)
(baby crying)
There's a box of your old baby clothes in the guest room.
Got 'em out for Bobbi.
Probably more useful for you.
Doting grandmother doesn't suit you.
Well, reluctant mother doesn't suit you.
You don't have anything to prove.
Well, least of all to me.
Was it worth it then?
To go and live in a field, and make little clay people?
Well, you tell me.
Has havin' a baby fixed the hole in your soul?
(baby crying)
Why did you come here, Natasha?
(baby crying)
These are shit, by the way.
Don't fucking start.
(shushing)
What do you want? Huh?
What do you want?
(crying continues)
What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want?!
(shouting): What do you want? What do you want?
What do you want?!
What do you fucking well want?!
What do you want?! Just tell me what you want!
What do you want?!
Get some sleep... Come on.
He doesn't let me sleep.
Let him cry.
(crying continues)
Come down to the feast when you're ready, eh?
(shuts door)
Why did you bring me here?
(indistinct chatter)
-(applause) -Well, as you all know...
Summer Solstice is my favorite night of the year.
-(cheering) -Yeah. It's a celebration...
of the Dark Womb
from whom we emerge and to whom we return.
(baby babbling)
But on Solstice night,
we recognize
the light within us,
that we may see clearly what's been asked of us.
So that we can be the best
we possibly can... for each other.
-Yes! -(all agreeing)
Barbara: And this year's Solstice...
is a special one...
because I have both
my daughters
under the same roof.
-And a grandchild! -(cheering)
So, let's dedicate this year's Solstice...
to mothers...
and the children that make them.
All: To mothers and the children who make them!
(cheering)
Barbara (sings): ♪ My mother's child ♪
♪ Curses too loud and too often ♪
♪ My mother's child laughs too loud and too long ♪
♪ And howls at the moon and sleeps in ditches ♪
♪ And clumsily raises her voice in this song ♪
All (singing): ♪ I am my mother's savage daughter ♪
♪ The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones ♪
♪ I am my mother's savage daughter... ♪
(crying continues)
(angelic singing)
(percussive music playing)
♪ ♪
(singing continues)
♪ ♪
(baby crying)
Bobbi (softly): Hey.
Hey, it's okay.
You're okay. (shushing)
Shh...
-(clattering) -(children giggling)
(ominous music playing)
(whispering voices)
(muffled crying)
(suffocating)
(distorted music playing)
(suffocating)
♪ ♪
(crying)
-(gasping) -(baby crying)
You're trying to kill us.
(heavy breathing)
-I, I didn't know it would hurt you. -Liar!
You don't even know why you're doin' this anymore, do you?
Do you?!
(baby crying)
Mrs. Eaves: Helen.
Who the fuck is Helen?
You're not going to tell me?
I'm done!
(door closes)
♪ ♪
Mrs. Eaves: You want her to know?
(celebrating, singing)
'Cause I'm leavin' this mad house right now.
(choir vocalizing)
(choir singing mournful chant)
♪ ♪
Natasha Williams.
Lydia McNaish-Wilcox.
Yolanda Rey.
Tanya Anne Curtis.
Ines Moreno.
Alia Waseed.
Kate Redfern!
I told you to stay away from me,
-you crazy fucking bitch! -Rosie Stone!
Take one step closer, I swear to fucking God!
Mrs. Eaves: He wants to show you.
(fire crackling)
(distant shouting)
(music stops)
(wind gusting)
(seabirds calling)
(choir continues)
♪ ♪
(shouts): Helen? Helen?
Helen!
(music ends)
(waves washing ashore)
(percussive music playing)