("Yes, Sir, That's My Baby" by Etta Jones playing)
Hi. Hi.
♪ Yes sir, that's my baby ♪
-Hi. -♪ No sir, I don't mean maybe ♪
♪ Yes sir, that's my baby now ♪
Are you hungry?
-♪ Yes sir, we've decided ♪ -Hello.
♪ No sir, we won't hide it ♪
♪ Yes sir, you're invited now ♪
(baby giggles)
♪ By the way... ♪
-Are we sleep training? -Yes.
How many naps a day?
-Three. -Hm.
Not much time for yourself, is there?
Any concerns at all from Mum?
-None. -You know,
these visits are as much for you as they are for baby.
Let's pop him on the table, do a quick check-up.
Why don't you grab a tea,
and take five minutes for yourself. Go on.
Oh, I'm fine. Really.
Just a routine checkup, dear.
He doesn't like anyone touching him. Only me.
Well, that's ridiculous.
You'll give him attachment issues.
Listen, love, you clearly need a break.
Just leave him with me.
I'm telling you, it's not a good idea.
Please.
(phone buzzing)
Nurse: I think Mummy's a bit tired.
Let's give her a little break for a minute, shall we?
(baby whining)
(phone ringing)
Hi.
(eerie music playing)
Woman: Oh my god! Oh my god! Someone call an ambulance!
(sirens wailing)
Call an ambulance!
Man: What's happened?
No, don't. Keep away. Keep, keep back.
♪ ♪
(seagulls cawing)
I, uh, I couldn't find the Svengali Deck or the linking rings.
Sorry.
No worries.
I've been thinking...
about everything.
My mum had me because she thought I'd make things better.
I think that's why I try to make people happy
because on some level, I think it's my job.
But that's a lot to put on a person.
Especially a baby.
Yeah.
I've been really lonely.
-So have I-- -It's painful...
seeing you want something so badly...
and it's not me.
You know this whole thing,
it's brought up a lot of my own stuff, you know?
But there's no space for me.
'Cause your shit is just, just everywhere.
-Yeah. -I gotta go.
See you, Bob.
I don't know where to start.
-Try your sister. -What?
Something's clearly going on,
but you've been too wrapped up in your own shit to see it.
Natasha doesn't need me.
Open your eyes, Bobbi.
(car locks)
Hey, uh... Have you seen Natasha?
Is everything all right?
-(knocks on door) -Natasha, it's me.
(unsettling music playing)
(lullaby music playing)
♪ ♪
-(knocks on window) -(gasps)
(Mrs. Eaves groans)
I think Natasha's in trouble.
-I need you to tell me what's going on-- -She already told you.
What's he doing to her?
What is he?
Mrs. Eaves: He looks like a baby...
but he's made of something very old.
He's our fear of being unloved.
He's a bottomless pit of need.
I believed I made him that way...
but the world did.
But what do I know?
-So, what do we do? -She made her choice.
She is his now.
-That's it? -Hm.
Are you serious?
You'd rather just stay here and, and rot?
-Get out. -Fine.
(car door closes)
(door unlocking)
(unsettling music playing)
Didn't need to hurt that lady.
I wasn't going to leave you.
We won't go out again. I'm sorry.
(baby whining)
I'm sorry... I'm not going anywhere.
You tired?
I'm tired.
You tired?
You want to go to sleep, yeah?
I think we both need a little rest.
Yeah?
(shushing)
(breathing heavily)
Go to sleep, my darling.
Mummy loves you.
It's only me and you, okay?
Mummy loves, Mummy loves you.
Mummy loves you so much.
So, so much.
Mummy's all yours.
(breathing heavily)
♪ ♪
(knocking on door)
Tashy!
(laughs) Got some goodies!
One lovely roast comin' up!
-(laughs) -(turns on radio)
We won the toss! (laughs)
If we can get Smith out,
we might beat the bastards on their home turf.
-(turns off radio) -Baby's asleep, Dad.
I got this from the Turkish deli.
The lady said it's very good.
You made some changes.
-Right, let's get cooking! -(baby crying)
Dad, you need to leave.
What?!
What you talkin' about? It's the test match.
What about whoopin' Australia?
Natasha: Did he wake you up? It's okay.
I'm right here. I'm not goin' anywhere.
(baby crying)
♪ ♪
Shh, please don't do anything. He won't be here long.
Hey... let me have a cuddle.
It's food time, isn't it?
We'll get some dinner.
That's right.
Here.
What've we got?
Hey, you look tired. Let me feed him.
I know how he likes it.
Lyle: You were exactly the same with Bobbi.
-What? -Only you could do it right.
No one else was allowed to help--
It's not like there was loads of help
on offer, was there?
Lyle: Oh?
Forget it, Dad. I do-- I don't wanna talk about it.
Lyle: Listen... I'm sorry.
-I knew you weren't okay. -Dad.
But I didn't know how to help you.
I w-- I was strugglin' myself.
-Let me help you now. -Dad, no. Dad.
What's goin' on, baby?
(tense music playing)
I'm here. Bobbi's here.
Let us help you.
(babbles)
-Just leave him for a second. -No, Dad,
-y-you don't understand. -He's fine. Aren't you?
Dad... Dad!
-Yes, you are. -Dad, no, please.
-(baby crying) -Let's give Mum a break.
She has to have some time for herself.
There we go.
♪ ♪
Right, Tashy. We should leave him alone for a bit.
He needs to learn that you can't be with him all the time.
(gasps)
(breathing heavily)
Please get out of my head. Please stop.
(knocking on door)
-Hi. -Hi.
I bought some things... for the baby.
My flat was full of baby stuff.
-You might as well have it. -Wow... Thanks, Bob.
-Should probably get-- -I wanted to say sorry...
about what happened at Jupiter House.
It's okay.
To be honest, I was jealous... about you having a baby.
You tried to tell me what was going on with you...
and I couldn't hear it.
(unsettling music playing)
But I want to help you now.
I know I can help you...
with... the baby.
You don't have to do this by yourself.
What do you need me to do?
♪ ♪
Baby: Ma-- Mama.
So nice of you to bring all of this stuff.
Honestly. It's more than enough.
Thanks.
I'm fine.
I am.
♪ ♪
-Is Dad here? -No.
Natasha: Well, anyway, it's gettin' late.
Thanks for coming over.
You should go.
Okay.
It's okay.
(glass shatters)
-Jesus! -Bobbi: Oh god! Sorry, uh.
I'll get a towel.
-It's okay. -(baby crying)
(Natasha shushing baby)
♪ ♪
Dad?
Dad? Please.
-(gasps) -Shh!
-What's happening? -It's me. It's okay.
Stay here.
♪ ♪
Bobbi, have you got the towel?
(music intensifies)
I can't stop him. Run!
(Bobbi yelling)
(baby giggles)
(Bobbi grunts)
(gasping for air)
(gasps, breathes heavily)
Natasha. He's controlling her.
(baby crying)
(tense music playing)
(water running)
-(crying) -Shh! Shh.
-(pulls string) -(Bunbun plays music)
Bunbun: Time to sleep.
Close your eyes.
Mrs. Eaves: Sleep time.
Ah!
Natasha! Natasha!
-(gasps) I'm a monster! -Look at me!
-It's okay. -Oh my god!
-He's a monster! Not you! -Oh my god!
-You can fight him! -You need to leave us.
-Natasha. -Lydia was right.
-Oh, no, no, no, no, no! -Natasha.
You can't help me! No one can help!
Don't be a moron!
(tires screeching)
You're evil! You're fucking evil!
You're a parasite! You suck people dry.
Of course, she left you! You're a monster!
(giggles)
-Dad, Dad! You all right? -(Lyle mumbles)
-I'll find you an ambulance. -Lyle: What happened?
We need to go.
(intense music playing)
(breathing heavily)
Natasha: No one's gonna catch you this time.
(Natasha crying)
(tires screeching)
♪ ♪
(eerie breathing)
(baby crying)
(gasps)
(wind blowing)
♪ ♪
-There! -(tires screeching)
(yells): Natasha!
-Natasha! -(winces)
You go. Go on. Go on. I'm fine.
Natasha!
♪ ♪
Natasha!
I know that wasn't you.
I know that's not who you are.
Natasha: Who am I then, Bob?
I don't know what my life's about.
What am I here for?
Bobbi: No one knows what their life's about.
No one knows what they're here for.
When I thought you'd never speak to me again, I--
I didn't know what to do.
I-I tried to find something to make me happy
a-and nothing could.
You don't need to know what you're here for.
You're my sister.
And I love you.
Let me look after you this time.
Natasha: I thought it'd give me a reason.
Bobbi: The baby can't give you that.
No one can.
-Natasha: Maybe. -He's not the answer.
Oh, please, just let me help you.
We can figure this out together.
-Oh, just let him go! -Mrs. Eaves: Natasha!
-I have to be sure. -Bobbi: Stop,
-stop tryna save everyone. -Mrs. Eaves: Natasha!
-Bobbi: Don't be a martyr. -Mrs. Eaves: Natasha, wait!
Wait!
I want to say goodbye to him.
I hope you find some peace.
-No! -Oh my god, oh my god!
(tense music playing)
(light music playing)
(panting)
Bobbi (yells): Natasha!
Natasha: Is it over?
Mrs. Eaves: I think so.
Bobbi (yells): Natasha!
("Pata Pata" by Miriam Makeba playing)
Me and you are hangin' out tonight
because your mum's gonna get laid by your dad.
You are the worst aunty ever.
-The worst? -Mags: The fucking worst.
Natasha: Second worst.
The worst.
Sorry.
It's okay.
And I'm gonna turn up for you.
Yeah, I know.
I am so constipated.
No one told me I'd be this constipated.
Yeah, that part is bad.
Remind me what the good part is?
Oh.
♪ ♪
Mags: How's things with Bobbi?
-Natasha: We're workin' on it. -You think it's in my pockets?
-Kids: Yeah! -Wow! (gasps)
Who's gonna help me eat all of these?
(kids chattering)
Natasha: Turns out I've got some stuff to work on, too.
Who knew?
♪ ♪
It's proper mad.
You got a human in there.
Am I gonna massively regret it?
-Some days, yeah. -Natasha: Jesus.
You're all bumming me out.
Hey... don't listen to them.
Mum's not thinkin' straight 'cause she's too horny.
-(laughs) -What's that? I'm the best?
-Nuh-uh! You're the best! -(Raffi giggles)
Wait, uhh, you're the best.
Wait, you think I'm the best?
No, you're the best.
♪ ♪
♪ Woo, every Friday and Saturday night ♪
♪ It's "Pata Pata" time ♪
Glodean: Come on.
♪ The dance keeps going ♪
-Movin' forward! -I'm too old.
♪ Aya sat wuguga sat-wo-ho-o ♪
♪ Saguquga sathi bega nantsi Pata Pata ♪
♪ Hiyo mama hiyo ma nantsi Pata Pata ♪
(babbling)
(percussive music playing)
♪ ♪