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Sam.

It.

It.

You hungry? I'm okay.

Shout out.

Thought you both did really well today.

Come on.

Come on, you can do it.

Put your arms through, please.

Goodbye. Nobody carry you.

Okay. Go.

Swing you in.

All right, all right.

It's all right.

I know you.

Now. It's true.

Everything that everyone was saying today about Mummy.

You had an amazing moment, boys.

Never forget that.

Sam,

What cereal do you want? All right,

I'll do it.

Thanks. I'll do it.

Thank you.

Where's the milk? Where's the milk?

There's no normal milk, but there's.

There's loads of your condo to.

Soy milk tastes like farts.

I know, but it's.

It's what we've got.

So.

It.

Hey. Hello.

You sure you want to go back today? Because, you know, you don't have to.

Feels too soon.

Right. Jacket, please.

Which is your jacket? This is mine.

All right.

Where's my PE kit? Where is it? I don't know.

Where is it?

Okay, let's go to work.

Dad. Come on, let's go.

Thank you.

It's okay.

You can be all right.

It's good to have you back.

Hey, don't worry.

Look after him.

Right?

Yes. Yes, I'm still here.

Okay. Right.

No, I am not ringing about myself.

I'm ringing.

Yes. No, I gave that information to the last person I spoke to.

No, please don't put me on hold.

Well, who is the right fucking person to speak to then? You don't think I

do. I think I've got every reason to speak to you like that.

I'm sorry.

We'll call you back.

I can do this.

Bit like Tracey Emmons kitchen.

Get the boys on the washing up.

Do you want to talk?

Are you getting any sleep?

Do you want me to pick them up from school today? Thank you.

You're good at this.

I need.

I need to pick up.

I need to keep things as normal as possible for me.

So how was it? Good, I guess.

What if he get up to David? Ash is trying to be my friend, but.

But he used to be my enemy at school.

I. I just wanted to say how sorry I am for.

For your loss.

Thanks. Thanks very much.

How you coping? I can't imagine how you must be feeling.

I mean, we lost mom last year, so I can a bit bow cancer.

I'm very sorry.

Maybe it was Tommy though's mum.

I can't imagine what yours must have been like with it being so saddened.

Thank you.

I. I just.

I just want to say I'm.

I'm here if you ever want a coffee or get the boys in the plaything? Why do

you love that? Ew.

Do let me know if you need anything.

I. I know everyone says that, but I.

I mean,

Very honest, isn't it? Once upon a time, there lived a cat and a sparrow and

a brave youth.

The cat and the sparrow went to the forest, chopped wood, and said to the

brave youth, you keep the house, but mind if the Baba Yaga comes and counts

the spoons.

Can you do the voices? Sure.

You keep the house at.

Mind if the Baba Yaga comes and counts the spoons.

Don't say a word.

Ain't one yet.

Very well, said the brave youth.

The cat and the sparrow went away, and the brave youth sat on the stove

behind the chimney, anxiously awaiting their return.

Suddenly, the wind outside howled and the baby I gave through the open

window it.

Hello, mate.

Still not picking up.

Look, I just want to say.

Message deleted.

Hey, Mia.

Checking to see how you're doing.

Message deleted.

There he is.

Sad. Look at you all.

I've gone all over.

So furious.

She's gotten.

I'm here.

I'll give you something to think about.

On the floor.

She's not breathing.

That. That's a feather on my glove.

That's a fever on my pillow.

Feathers. Amazing pillow.

It.

It's.

Who is.

Say hello.

Say it properly.

Say hello.

Hello, you.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I can see that.

So how are you? How are you holding up? You know, good days, bad days.

How are the boys? They missed their number.

Yeah. Yeah, it's gonna be.

Yeah. Poor little fellas.

Which reminds me.

Oh, is that Jeff's latest? I love these.

Why not? Stole myself.

Who's that man? You know, same old, same old.

Wow. I belong to me.

Losing money on.

That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about.

You know, we don't expect it anytime soon, you know, and if you need more

time, honestly is actually.

It's really nice to have something else to focus on.

Sure is enough.

You know, a bit much.

I'm sure.

Okay.

And then you have to try and jump back into the bed.

And then you get one ball.

Okay.

Hey, guys,

Don't go to the closet.

I don't want to bite my head.

Careful, careful.

Now you can pay, but what's in the bar? Restart.

All right, that's enough.

Bath time now, please.

Three, two, one.

I wouldn't get all boys.

We said it.

Stupid boys.

I said bath time now.

I hope a do doesn't come to our house and wins on the door.

All right.

No Bath.

Can you brush your teeth and put your pajamas on, please? That's crazy.

Three, two, one.

Yeah, me.

When I come back, I want you to have brushed your teeth and put your pajamas

on. Okay? Okay.

It's all right.

It's okay.

There's someone in here.

No, look.

Look, there's no one in here.

It's all right.

Okay? Someone in here just had a bad drink.

All right? Come on.

Come here.

Okay. Let's get you out of this way, please.

Okay. All right.

I heard him.

Who? The cray man's in the underworld.

Those are daddy's drawings.

All right? Look at me, Sweetheart.

They're not real.

They're just drawings.

All right? It's all right.

It's okay.

They're not real.

Not real.

It's not real.

It.

Sam. We.

Funny how we first met.

I could have bent him backwards over a chair and tripped that cons bulletins

of the true one hour d of his wife or the bird would have.

But now.

Now

I believe in the therapeutic method.

Dad?

Dad,

what are you doing?

Oh, you did.

Dad,

What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing?

What are we doing today? Getting dressed for school.

It's a Saturday.

March oop.

Then you're switching the catalog for me.

Off you go.

I need you to.

I need you to help me today.

I need you to help tidy up.

Right. No, no, no, no, no.

I'm not joking.

I need you to help tidy up and put things where they're supposed to be.

Or I will pick up any toy that I find on the floor and I will put it in the

bin. I'm serious.

Go in there now and t.

Please.

Good morning, English widow.

Sleep well, did we?

I find humans incredibly dull.

Incredibly dull? Accepting grief.

There are very few humans interested.

From grieving widows.

Grieving widowers and motherless children are.

How long has it been now? Three months? Actually.

Four months.

Four months.

It takes time to come to terms with it.

Yeah. I'm not sure I want to come to terms with it.

Good. Don't really think there are any terms that would make it all right.

Did you rely on her for everything?

Everything.

It's okay to feel overwhelmed.

We can talk about coping strategies or.

No, that's all right.

I just.

I. I really feel to talk about my children.

Have there been changes to their behavior? My youngest is waiting to bed.

Nightmares, that kind of thing.

And my older one is playing up a little bit more than usual.

Are you maintaining routine? Structured bedtimes, meal times? Not really,

no. You should stick to routine.

If you can.

Children take comfort from routine, do you? Let them sit.

You grieve.

I've been trying not to.

You need to change that, you know.

You mustn't ignore your own grief to protect them.

Ah, there he is.

Sad. Dad.

Doctor. Doctor.

I think I'm being followed by a crow.

You're not real.

Green widow to our man.

Green widow to our man.

Stinkeroo Danes.

Is that what he said? Children need real Danes.

Not those boys.

Those boys need bows and arrows.

They need stories.

They need mist.

They need chaos.

They need crow.

They're not real.

You boy.

Fillet angular.

I stand.

Good wine from the penal skull.

But don't forget to clean from a crown.

You don't deserve a.

You don't get to say how this goes anymore.

That's me.

I need your help.

Please. Yeah, no,

I'm happy to do it.

Of course I am.

I'm just not sure about you being alone.

Look, I just need to work through things for a bit on my own.

Papa safe.

What does that mean?

I'm worried about you.

I'm not gonna do anything.

Come on.

Do your worst.

No, I intend to do my best.

Draw from it.

I do this when you go away.

Oh, leave until you don't need me anymore.

Did you? Be careful.

There are far worse than me.

Far, far worse.

Draw. Draw.

Draw. One of your stuff.

Star is a memory.

The first thing that comes to mind.

No, no, no, no.

Piss. Po.

Looks like a vitri.

It's cold.

It's snowing.

It's just the three of us.

I took the boys back to give her some peace because she was ill.

She had the flu.

Still very hot.

She never got ill.

This must have been 3 and 4.

I took them out.

Out to the park.

And I was hopeless.

No worries, no patience.

Come on.

They would stop whinging.

There we go.

They were cold.

That was the first time they realized I wasn't the amazing tattoo they

thought I was.

I won't.

It's okay.

It's okay.

That was it, wasn't it?

Dress rehearsal for the rest of our lives.

I didn't bother calling ahead.

Don't let me be the chance to tell me to piss off.

So how you doing?

The first real person I've ever seen in a couple of days.

Real person?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

That is not happening.

It's time.

Shall I get angry with her? You know.

How could you die on that? Me? She's the stoic one.

She'd have had a much better widow.

Yeah, it's inconsiderate.

Of her mom.

Keeps ringing me to remind me of things, you know.

Do you remember when she.

I know why she's doing it, but.

I don't want that.

I don't want her turned into a series of anecdotes because it just reminds

me that she gone.

But she is gone.

Yeah, but if I'm lucky, once or twice a week.

I think she's going to be back in a minute.

She's going to be back.

I've got a confession to make.

You remember when you spoke in the third year and you gave me that pony or

her to run her back? She thought it was shit.

Oh, well, it worked today.

I don't know what you were thinking.

And I wasn't going to give it to her.

But she waited until I went to the loo and then she went into my bag and she

got it.

I was trying to look out for you.

Didn't need to.

We talked.

What? She talked.

You know, what she was like.

And she came round to an appreciation of it.

Of you.

You two were never not gonna be a thing.

You were perfect for each other.

Sam,

This is awful.

Leave me alone, Crow.

I like it.

You would.

Middle age, middle class, white widow.

Music. Guardian reading.

Be weird.

Stroking Farmer's Market.

Castale. Birkenstock.

Barbican. Shit.

Yeah. You're such a cliche.

You know I did wine Joke.

You'll have the photo op about next.

I'll be talking to a headstone.

Just leave me alone.

Once upon a time, there was a king who had to save the queen.

And by the way, they were perfect for each other.

Please. Please.

Shut up.

Please, please.

They were perfect for each other.

They were never not going to be happy.

There we go.

There we go.

The queen had fallen and bashed her skull in.

And so she blended.

Please don't.

Please try to tell you a story.

I want a fucking story.

I want that back.

I want to back you.

I want to be gone.

I want to back you.

Wish you were dead.

You wish you were dead.

Very early, child.

How very fucking original.

God, you're angry.

Come on.

You're so fucking angry.

You're fucking angry.

Get her fucking ending.

I miss her.

She is everything to me.

She was everything to me.

Sound like a fucking freak.

Back.

Now listen.

Scoop your eyes on a fly flying backwards.

Take the jaws and the paws off the coat.

Take your time right by for good cooking.

Cause the rest of this mess ain't good looking.

Take the fleas from the knees of a demon.

Cause your pals and gals will come steaming to the feast.

What? The feast of the bow wow.

They make lines with the spine.

They don't know if the test pull up.

As for who stays at the feast with the feast of the mile house Brush your

teeth with a piece of a goose toenail.

Look at him.

So make all my weapons vulgar.

Primal even.

But I've got him where he needs to be.

Dad?

Mom. Boys, can you come into the living room, please? I need to talk to you.

She's going to take off her gloves.

Mom,

Come sit down, please.

Come on.

Sit down to.

Please. Mommy's not here, okay? There was.

She got sick and there was an accident.

And.

This is what we knew about her mom.

She always smelled nice

when she told stories.

She did all the noises.

She loved playing loud pop music because it annoyed dad.

And then she died.

Our mum died.

One.

After that, everything was different.

We were different.

Different boys.

Dad was different.

Oh, a different kind of dad.

Boys, does it sound like you're brushing your teeth?

Boys, are you doing what I asked you to do?

Boys, come.

Take this up.

Dad told stories.

The stories changed when dad changed.

He went quiet, angry.

He had disappeared.

Dad told stories.

The stories changed when dad changed.

I told my brother she could still see us through the mirrors.

I need you.

He spent ages in the bathroom.

D says, we're going to Granny Margaret's after Christmas.

Will you be there too? I felt bad about it for a while.

My brother gets angry when he loses things that remind him of her.

He said if he had to loose things catch him too.

Quite physical.

And in the end, there's been a couple of punches done and the other shrubs

been quite lonely up.

And then in the midst of that, another member of shops comes out.

Especially with the teacher.

I mean, what were you thinking? It is not okay.

I mean, what do you think your mother would have said? H.

No. No, wait.

Just wait.

Hey, Stop it.

Get off me.

Ow. I hate you.

It's fine.

It's okay.

That was a different kind of dad.

Are you coming or what? Remarks.

Oh, my God.

You look amazing.

Do you like it? There's something you're doing with your eyes.

It's new.

It's almost what you're not seeing.

Can we go to Mrs.

Dawson's? Sure.

We can get.

Which way am I going? This way.

And then which way?

You still with us? This is symbolic.

Is it? What is? This.

This drink, this memory, this confection.

Whatever it is.

I wonder what it all means.

The wife's not a ghost, you know.

She's not wailing about the house.

Watching you raise those boys without her.

No. You're the ghost.

Now, boys.

Boys.

Will dad ever be normal again? He wasn't normal before.

So here's the base.

Let's get through the patches of peril and retrieve the gin crystals.

What's the volcano for? Come on.

Come on.

Listen to that.

Oh, boys.

I love them like this.

Building worlds full of life, full of possibility.

I think it's time that you.

Be kind to them.

Getting two crystals.

We have to get faster.

Now, now.

I'm just taking little Gressels on the way.

King, I found another one.

What is it? Hello, boys.

Now, boys.

Now, boys.

Should we play a game? Should we play a game? Here's how it's gonna work.

You two boys must each build here on the floor a model of your mother.

A model of your mother, just as you remember her.

And whichever of you builds the best model will win.

Not the most realistic, but the best is the truest.

And the prize is this.

The best model I've will bring to life for one day.

A real living mother to tuck you up in bed.

Now. Now, as you remember.

It.

SAP above.

Excellent. You've got a smile.

Some cannon.

And you have captured her posture.

Which one? More?

Well, which one's going to be turned into Mom? Sorry, What? You promised.

Yes. Where is she? Is she.

Where is she? Where is she? You bloody old crone.

She stay.

She can't come back.

I said no.

That's all you know.

How you doing, boys? Nearly done.

We can go read these to dad shortly.

How's he been, your dad? Ah.

Did you keep an emotion diary the last two weeks? No.

That's okay.

Did you try the meditation exercises? Oh, boys.

No, it's okay.

Can feel a bit silly at first.

Is there anything that you want to talk about? Thoughts of Mum.

Right. That's okay.

Maybe we could draw a picture that shows me how you're feeling and then we

can talk about them afterwards.

Yeah? Sound good? Cool.

I thought it would get easier.

I thought.

Listen, I think we should talk about the difference between grief and

despair.

Look at you, Tim.

You're so skinny.

Has your dad not been feeding you? Good morning.

No. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Yeah. Come on,

make some noise without.

The book outlines it.

I'll see if they get enough.

So there's a comic coming on.

What do I call it? A comic or a graphic novel? Yeah, it's all right.

It's interesting.

Dad doesn't like it when things McGraphic novels.

She says she's wonky.

Well, you woof that damn boys did we get you the right ones this time? It's

like his mom's.

If she was doing something, she'd pretend she couldn't hear you.

Is that okay? Potatoes weren't the best.

Delicious. What was she like? Our mum.

And she was young.

Your mum.

Stubborn. You two got a lot of her in you in different ways.

How? A while ago.

You're funny.

She was very quick witted, wasn't she? She'd keep a bit more like.

Oh no, no.

It's all right.

I'll do it.

I'll do.

Was adorable when she was little.

When she was a teenager.

Oh my God.

You couldn't win an argument.

Go get the photo of her from next door and I'll show you the first time she

brought your dad back in here.

Get Crow.

Tied to the mass battle.

Destroy Crow.

Let's get Crow.

Sergeant was stopped helping.

Shut the gate.

Kill him and drown him in blood.

All cries bone battle.

If he takes our castle, we burn it.

So much of it.

When the boys smile, it's the same smile.

You can take this home with me if you want.

No, not no.

Leave it here.

Yeah, well the boys see.

I don't think.

Yeah they should see

up here.

No one.

Do we not heard.

Do we not like the trouble.

Fox got dead Get a kill.

Do you kill him? Come on.

He went this way.

Come on.

Look. Look at this hand.

I think that was my monster.

I'm just going to check on him actually.

Okay? Okay.

Boys.

Boys. What the hell do you think you're doing, huh? We're looking for you

everywhere. You're bleeding.

What's going on?

I'm fine.

Cuts and scratches all over you.

What have you been doing to him? What have you been doing? It was Crow.

It was a fucking crowd.

It.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

So sorry.

Sometimes we felt like he was our dad again.

But it never last.

But you don't pick up the phone.

We're thinking about it today.

Give us a call, eh? Hope you're all right.

Tried it a couple of times.

Today's been tough.

I'm sure it has for you too.

An hard and well.

Dad. I married us a story.

No. It's too late.

Please. I said no.

My bedtime's the waste of night.

Shame on you.

Does daddy need a cuddle? Once upon a time there was a king who had two

sons. One day his queen dropped down.

Fuck off.

And so the king allowed his kingdom to go to ruin.

And abandoned his two sons so he could wallow himself.

Pity.

Opal. Opal, you have to go.

I am sure Bounder.

Yes. Yes, yes.

Let's see what happens without me.

It.

Dad. Who is who? Simon Cole from number 56.

How can I help you, Simon? I know we don't know each other.

I wondered if I could borrow some milk.

Oh, I'm afraid we've.

We've run out of milk.

I'm sure the shop at the corner will still be open.

There is a number 56

now. Barn.

Daddy can't tell you a story tonight, but I can.

Once upon a time, there was a demon.

A terrible demon who fed on despair.

A demon who would hunt every inch of the earth with the saddest, most

delicious person he could find.

He's a very clever demon, my father.

Very. Connie,

who is it? Dan.

What bre is this? Dan? Yeah.

From parenthesis.

I come in this pissing down work there for years.

I've never heard of anyone called Dan.

What's your last name, Dan? Grace.

I need it.

Put on your book.

Got to say hello.

God bless you, mate.

I'm all his way.

Are you gonna have to leave? I wish you your love.

Come, boys.

This demon can only feast.

Those in despair allow it.

So who do you think he's coming for tonight? Who do we know inside?

Open the door.

It's the police.

Going to give you the count of five and I'm coming in.

One. Two.

What's going on? Go back upstairs to your room.

Three. What's going on? Oh, Christ.

Okay. You away.

There's someone here who wants to speak to you.

That's me.

Come back.

Open the door.

Open up.

Let me in.

Are the boys there? Mom.

No. Mom.

Mom. Mom, please.

It's not mummy.

Mom, don't.

Don't. I've missed you all so much.

Come on, open up.

Open the door.

Come on.

Dad. Where did his girlf d.

It.

La?

Oh, God.

Towel. Creepy.

Another one.

Sorry. It's okay.

It's okay.

Just keep with us.

Please. Please, crow, don't die.

Else. Please don't die.

Please. Can't die, crow.

We need you, crow.

We need you.

Don't.

Obviously.

I am a man.

I am self aware.

Everywhere I go, you're always right there with me.

I flirted with you all my life.

Even kissed you once or twice and to this day I swear it was nice but

clearly I was not ready.

When you touched a friend of mine I saw Thought I would lose my mind.

But I found out with time that really I was not ready no, no.

O

Death. O

Death. O Death.

Really I'm not ready.

Oh, Death, you hector me and desumake us dear to me.

Tease me with your sweet relief.

You're cruel and you are constant,

O Death.

Really? I'm not ready.

No, no,

Clearly I'm not ready.

Oh, no.

Sam.

Here he is, the man of the hour.

The book's beautiful.

Thank you.

Won't be beautiful.

Only kept us waiting 18 months, didn't he? Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey. Hey.

Got a lot of questions, but there's a.

Do I sit? Seriously, though, very proud to have it.

Very, very proud.

Sorry, are you my brother? Look a bit like him.

I mean, he's usually a lot scruffy.

Thank you for coming.

Give me a mouth.

He. Okay.

Thank you.

Come on, then, say a few words.

Well, thank you, everyone, for coming tonight.

Thank you, Andy, for organizing it.

Sorry, I'm.

I'm not very good at public speaking.

Where was I? Yes.

Well, thank you.

It's taken a while to get here and I wouldn't be here tonight without a lot

of people in this room.

So thank you.

Thank you to my two boys for putting up with your sad, mad dad.

I love you both very much.

Thank you to Paul.

It.

Sam.

As you were.

English widower.

Sorry

you depicted this,

but you're not here, sir.

You do it anyway

to all right things.

I compared her to a snowflake.

It.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Wow.

But how can they you.

It's time for them to go.