(heartbeat thumping)
(sloshing)
(clock ticking)
(dings)
Fred: She had no idea what was going on.
By the time they get her to me,
she's frothing at the mouth.
-Jack: Oh, Christ. -Judy: Gosh, that glaze looks wonderful.
-How do you get that lovely color? -Helen: Thank you.
I use molasses, more than you think.
I always thicken it up on the hob
before it goes in the oven.
Fred: So, now they call him Pavarotti.
-(operatic scream) -(gasps)
(all laughing)
Fred's been making me listen to opera.
He says it's good for baby.
Jack: Really?
Babies are like sponges...
even in the womb.
My job is to make sure
baby's only absorbing goodness.
That's fascinating.
Quickly! Give me your hand.
(soft chuckle)
There!
Did you feel it?
There it is.
(phone ringing)
Excuse me.
4-5-7-8, hello?
Hello?
-Wrong number. -(hangs up phone)
Avery: Sit down, son.
I'm afraid I've got some sad news.
No point in dragging it out.
I'm dying.
Cancer of the bowel.
Your brother's had some of his best people
working on it for a while.
I've a year left... Maybe a little less.
-(phone ringing) -(gasps)
Hello?
I can't believe I only saw you four hours ago.
I miss you like crazy.
Hello, Heather.
Nour (on phone): Have you packed?
Yes... we're just in the middle of dinner.
I'll wait for you on the corner. At 12.
I'm really looking forward to it.
Nour: I love you.
You too.
That was... Heather.
About the... bake sale on Sunday.
I love you, Helen.
I love you, too.
(clicks off light)
You're repulsed by me.
I am not repulsed by you.
You chose this neighborhood.
You chose this house. You--
And you chose the curtains.
You chose the crockery.
You chose to work.
You chose this life...
with me.
We should have a baby.
Can't you say something, for Christ's sake?
My father's dying.
(sobbing)
(sniffles)
-Jack-- -Please? Please, my love.
Please?
It'll help me sleep.
(unsettling music playing)
(sloshing)
(rain pattering)
(Jack snoring)
(thunder rumbling)
♪ ♪
(laughs)
You're late.
Sorry.
(birds chirping)
♪ ♪
(tires screech)
(birds cawing)
Helen: Jack doesn't know this place exists.
I inherited it from a maiden aunt.
"Maiden aunt"?
Miss Lizzie Eaves.
(both chuckle)
Raging lesbian, of course.
(both laughing)
-Woo! -Ah!
(laughing, whooping)
And we have...
-Hey! Free electricity. -(cheering)
Electricity!
-Mikey: Did we steal it? -(lively music playing)
-(indistinct chatter) -(cheering)
Glodean, how am I meant to get them to sleep now?
-Come on. Night, Auntie. -Thank you.
Come on, little man.
(all saying good night)
Free electricity! Free electricity! Free electricity!
Mm-hm, mm-hm. Yeah, that's it.
Yeah, I made it with a kick, babe.
-You did? -Hm.
-So, what? Is this just for me? -Just for you.
All right, get a room.
(laughing)
This is it.
You see, I thought you forgot about us.
Impossible.
You all know Helen.
Hello.
Hi.
Um, to say thank you... for... letting me stay.
Thanks, that was very nice of you.
This ain't just some hotel she could have a holiday away from her rich husband.
It's not a holiday.
Why do you always go with white girls, Nour?
-Excuse me? -Does it make you feel good?
-Come on, Lin. -Lin: To think about her husband?
Or maybe... it's 'cause you want everything that he's got.
A nice little house, a nice little wife.
And a pair of pretty little kids.
-Nice to see you, Helen. -Fuck you, Lin.
All right, enough.
If you need to stay, you stay.
Helen: Was that true?
What?
Helen: That you want kids.
Nour: I mean... yeah.
I want a family... one day.
Why?
(sighs)
I don't know.
Mm...
I thought Lin would be all right.
I didn't think it would be this complicated.
It's family.
Family's complicated.
(sloshes)
-Oh. -Hey.
You okay?
Yeah.
(sighs) "Morning, Heather."
"Morning, Helen. How was your weekend?"
"Lovely, thank you.
My dyke girlfriend fucked me cross-eyed, how was yours?"
-Helen! -Heather!
-Could I have a quick word? -Of course.
We've been made aware of your change in circumstances.
-I don't know what you mean. -(Heather chuckles)
Jack told you, didn't he?
Uh...
I really need this job.
Honestly... what did you expect?
This is a family library, Helen.
(Heather's voice muffled)
(retches)
(breathing heavily)
Soon as mine found out I was with Lin,
he decided he wanted full custody.
(cuts hair)
Sent a social worker around last week to interview the kids.
Worried for their... "psychosexual development."
Mikey's not mine, he's Lin's ex's.
Where's she?
Prison.
What did she do?
Defended herself.
(upbeat music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
♪ ♪
-You ready? -Mm-hm.
-("Al Zman Saib" by Fadoul playing) -(cheering)
Ooh!
You're goin', hon.
You look good.
(cheering)
♪ ♪
(light music playing)
(heavy breathing)
(banging on door)
Police Officer (yells): Police!
Police! Police!
We're looking for a missing person!
Yeah, we're all missing people in here!
-(bangs on door) -Officer: Think you're funny, do ya?!
Why don't you tell us who you're looking for,
and then we can tell you if we've seen them. How 'bout that?
-(urinating) -Officer: A woman went missing six weeks ago!
We've had a report she's been seen in the area.
Name of Helen McGregor, early 30s, long brown hair.
Husband said she has something that belongs to him.
Glodean: Nah, no one fittin' that description here.
Officer: Well, we'll see about that!
Fuck!
Go on! Piss off!
-(bottles shattering) -Get out of here!
You got piss on you!
(door opens)
I'm pregnant.
Nour: So how long have you known?
A while.
I thought you weren't sleeping with him.
So...
we could go to Liverpool.
Lay low there for a while.
Rochelle will have a room for us...
and the baby.
(phone ringing)
Receptionist: Good morning, Highgate Women's Clinic.
Doctor: Helen McGregor?
Receptionist: Are you staying overnight?
I'll pick you up in the morning.
Okay.
(typing)
(door shuts)
(sloshing)
Fred (whispering): Blood pressure's a little, little high,
but, uh, not alarming.
It's her mental state we need to worry about.
Jack (whispering): Oh, thank god you put a call out to the hospitals.
Fred: Oh, it's a great network.
Good people.
Jack: Thank god we got her in time.
(opera music playing)
I just want my family back.
Most important thing is that she stays calm.
If she works herself up with the stress,
it could affect the baby.
Jack: I can't stop thinking about what she was exposed to.
Fred: They won't know to look for her here.
You can stay with us... until you find a new place.
Jack: She's waking up.
Helen?
You're safe now, darling.
And, and so is the baby.
Everything's gonna be fine.
♪ ♪
I've been so worried.
T-Toilet.
Yes, yes. Toilet.
Okay, um.
All right, here we go.
Nice and slow there, and up we go.
(crying)
(latch rattling)
Jack: Helen... are you all right?
I'm fine!
(grunts)
(glass clinking, shattering)
(yelling) No!
-Come on! It's okay! You're okay. -Fred: All right.
(Helen yelling)
(yelling) No! No!
-(yelling) -(grunting)
-Helen, you're okay! -Yeah.
-Okay... Very good. -No!
There we are.
(opera continues)
(indistinct)
(shouting): Help!
(crying)
Help!
Jack: Well done, darling.
Y-You're, you're doing brilliantly.
Don't stop. He's nearly here.
(opera continues)
(sloshing)
-(heartbeat thumping) -(muffled voices)
♪ ♪
Jack: One final push!
(baby crying)
-Mummy! -Judy: Oh! A boy.
(baby crying)
Jack: My boy!
Good morning, Mummy.
(lullaby music playing)
We're happy to see you.
(baby whining)
Would you like to say good morning?
-(door opens) -Darling?
-(baby crying) -(indistinct chatter)
Avery: My boy!
My handsome little boy.
(baby crying)
(whistles blowing)
Where is she? Where is she?!
Tell me!
She's sick.
You made her sick.
And we brought her home to get better...
and have the baby.
You're evil.
You're fucking evil.
Damn... you.
Damn your father, damn your whole line.
May you never know a day's happiness.
And may your children be loveless and homeless.
And may you die like a dog choking on your own shame.
(gasping)
We know where you live.
We know you've got kids in there.
I'd be very careful if I were you.
(baby crying)
Hi, shh. Hi, it's okay.
(shushing) Good, there you go.
(baby crying)
Let's try nursing today.
You're full of milk. You must be sore.
It'll help ease the pressure if you feed.
My little one loves it.
Come on, now. It'll help with your mood.
(baby crying)
You have to at least hold him.
(lullaby music continues)
There you go.
That's not so bad.
(cooing)
Get him off me.
(yells): Get him off me!
(baby crying)
Judy: You're a monster.
(baby crying)
We're going to Dad's funeral now.
Judy's gonna stay with you and the baby.
We'll only be an hour.
I'm hungry.
You're hungry?
Judy, c-can we get some breakfast?
I'm sorry about your father, Jack.
He was a good man.
Thank you.
(baby whines)
Jack: We'll talk when I get back.
Okay?
She seems so much better today.
Just... try and keep her in good spirits.
(crying)
Judy?
It's my sister's birthday today.
I'd like to call her.
Haven't spoken to her in so long.
Please?
(dial tone)
Zero, one.
(dial spins)
Nine, four, six.
(dial spins)
Zero, one, nine, four.
(dial spins)
(ringback tone)
Hello, sis... It's me.
Sorry, I-I meant to call sooner,
but I've been unwell.
Happy birthday, by the way.
Where are you?
I expect you're going to Aunt Lizzie's cabin for the weekend?
I'll, I'll, I'll meet you there.
Have a marvelous time.
I'll be there in spirit.
I love you.
(call ends)
(hangs up receiver)
(dial tone)
(dialing)
(ringback tone)
Helen, I'm coming to get you.
(crying)
(unsettling music playing)
(choking)
(baby giggles)
(lullaby music playing)
(baby crying)
I forgot the eulogy.
Darling?
(grunts)
(tense, eerie music playing)
(door opens)
♪ ♪
It's not my baby.
What did they do to you?
Tell me... Tell me what he did.
Look at me. I'm gonna kill him.
Okay?
I'm gonna kill him.
I'll kill him.
He's dead.
♪ ♪
Nour: Where's the baby?
♪ ♪
Ma...
Mama.
(crying)
♪ ♪
(baby crying)
(shouts): Helen! Helen!
Helen!
Helen, please!
♪ ♪
(waves crashing)
(somber music playing)