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[ Voices screaming, glass breaking ]

- [Man]: Jimmy! Keep an eye on him.

Keep him at it.

All right?

Get these support planks. Put 'em around at the back.

- With the rain we've had, if you don't go for it,

we'll be stuck in the mud and walk the next two miles.

- [Chuckling]: Oh!

Jesus, Liffey!

- Yeah, I know what I'm doing.

You're such a townie!

- Oh God.

[ Men shouting, indistinct ]

What are they?

- They're Polish.

- What are you doing?

[ Laughing ]

I don't believe you!

[ Speaking Polish ]

[ Men shouting in Polish ]

- Liffey! Can I have a wee chat?

- You see the game last night, eh?

- Bloody awful.

- It's a metric measurement, not imperial.

- Yeah, right. Fair enough.

- You'll have to move it from here to there.

All right?

- OK! Lads!

Move it, move it.

- This one?

- Shit!

- No! Kill it!

Kill it, kill it!

- It wasn't me.

It sort of went sideways.

- It would do, in the mud. Christ, that is stuck.

Well, I've gotta go out. We'll have to get it towed.

- Where are the Polish guys?

- God knows.

You wait here, I'll try the phone.

[ Sighing ]

[ Ringing ]

- Hello?

Oh. Hello? Shit!

- Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

[ Rooster crowing ]

Hi!

- Hello?

- Hi! My car's stuck.

I'm Liffey. I bought the cottage.

- Oh, hello! I'm Mabs.

- Hi. We got it stuck in a ditch.

- I'd been wondering when you'd show up! Come in.

Hey, now. Come on, you two.

Finish your lunch, away and find your sister.

- [Woman on TV]: None of them want to play.

- Sorry.

Twins won't eat without it on.

Not much left of the old cottage.

Landowner was saying

you were after pulling it down, last I heard.

You doing it up, then?

- Kind of. I'm an architect.

- You don't look like an architect.

- What's an architect look like?

- Don't know.

Not you!

Weekend cottage, is it?

- No, it's, um...

It's a sort of project.

- Audrey!

Your dad's down at the bottom field.

There's a car needs dragging out

by the old cottage!

No kids, then?

- No.

- I'm trying for me 4th.

Little boy.

What?

- Nothing.

- Doesn't make any difference, really,

after 3.

- No, I'm sure.

[ Coughing ]

Wow!

[ Chuckling ]

- That was a good year.

- Certainly was!

Mmm!

[ Door slamming ]

- That'd be Audrey.

So!

Neighbours.

Welcome.

- Um...

Can I use your toilet?

- No, I'm sorry. It's broken.

They're coming to fix it today.

- It's OK. I better be getting back anyway, but...

- Mmm.

- Thanks.

- Oh. Your hat!

- Oh!

[ Toilet flushing ]

- Go on.

- Go on.

- Great, OK, that's it! We're out.

- There, OK.

- So, uh... what do we owe you?

- Nothing.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

- Well, uh...

I'll... thanks.

- Hi.

Um... thanks.

- You've got your work cut out for you.

Oh, uh...

I've got a generator you might like.

Diesel. Don't use it these days.

- Great.

- Give you a good price.

- Thanks. I'll take a look.

- Thanks.

- Veer right! OK!

Watch it back there!

[ Men speaking Polish ]

- Cheap, cheap, cheap!

[ Laughing ]

Putz!

[ Speaking Polish ]

- Come on, Richard!

Everything is gonna be OK.

Say it.

Everything's gonna be OK! Say it!

- Kiss me.

- Say it!

- Fuck me!

- No chance.

- Well, that's very biblical.

Though it doesn't end well in that particular story.

- It tastes good.

- Don't I get some?

- Not in my version.

Come here!

Look at this.

- What is it?

- It's been here over 1,000 years.

Come on, come here!

They say if you really love someone,

you can see heaven through that hole.

- You're right.

- Yeah.

[ Chuckling ]

[ Both laughing ]

So now you've seen heaven.

And we've held hands.

We've made our promise to Odin.

- Oh, you tricked me!

I don't know Odin.

[ Heavy breathing ]

- Say it.

- Say what?

- Oh! Say anything.

[ Moaning ]

- Get away!

It's not for your eyes! Go on! Down there!

[ Both moaning ]

My baby!

My baby!

- My baby.

Baby, baby, baby.

Baby, baby.

- Everything is gonna be OK.

[ Sighing ]

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

[ Sighing ]

- It's just you and me.

And God's big sky.

- [Boy]: Mummy?

Daddy?

[ Birds chirping ]

The day is full of birds.

- Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Oh, darling.

All right.

Oh, you're so beautiful! Shh!

Oh, look at you!

Shh. Sleep, now.

[ Screaming ]

[ Bell ringing ]

- Doctor won't be long.

There's 3 before you. Why don't you sit down?

Well?

- What?

- What are you here for?

- Mind your beeswax.

- How's the family?

- Grand.

- And your mother?

- OK.

I want fertility treatment.

It's not happening in itself.

- You know you don't qualify.

- I do!

- You're not young enough, and you have 3 already!

- Well, I still bleed, don't I?

- Your eggs don't work as they used to.

Your body's tired of procreating!

- Uh-uh. Not mine, no.

I've one to come. Yeah. Just one!

Then that's it. A boy.

- It won't work. You won't conceive.

- I will.

- Mabs, you are too old!

I'm sorry!

It's just nature's way of moving on.

- But I need a boy.

[ Phone ringing ]

- Yeah?

[ Saw buzzing ]

You need what?

I can't hear--

At the end of the week?

Oh, shit. Yeah, OK. Great.

- [Man]: Hey, come on, lads!

- I gotta fly back at the end of the week.

They need me in the office.

- But you only just got here!

- The paperwork's just arrived for the owners.

I had no idea how slow it is around here.

Anyway, it's all in your name, finally.

It's yours!

You'll be OK out here, won't you?

- You know I will.

- You're not gonna run off with a pig farmer?

- It's cows around here, not pigs.

- Get the lads up, will you?

[ Muttering in Polish ]

- Thanks.

Thanks for this.

- No! We're in this together.

- I know.

You'll be amazed at what I can do.

- I think you're crazy.

I had no idea it'd be this tough.

- You think this is tough?

You should have seen it before the Poles arrived.

- I still think you're crazy.

- [Man]: Liffey?

[ Knocking on door ]

Liffey!

Come here!

Lend me a hand.

- Shh!

It's all right.

[ Child laughing ]

Yes, it's all right, my darling.

I'm here.

I'm here, darling.

Oh, it's all right.

- Thanks.

- I don't know what to say.

- Don't say anything.

- I feel like crying.

I hate that.

- Here.

[ Chuckling ]

- Oh, they're cute!

- They're real!

They're architect's dividers.

I mean, you can use them.

[ Chuckling ]

You like them?

- Yes.

- They're not too old-fashioned?

- No.

No, they're lovely.

- I'm gonna go now.

You're gonna be OK?

- Yes, I'll be fine.

- You sure? - Yes!

[ Engine starting ]

- OK.

I'll call you.

[ Child giggling ]

- My darling!

[ Whimpering ]

- What is it, Mum?

- Got a new jigsaw puzzle.

- Can't stay, I've got a lot on.

Got some good news!

- What does that girl mean by "project?"

- She's an architect!

I thought you were glad about the old cottage.

Tucker's selling her the genny.

- Oh.

He's sniffing around already, is he?

No wonder you ain't getting pregnant.

Still, don't matter none.

Our luck's changed.

I've seen it!

A little boy with thick, curly hair.

He'll be with us soon.

- Truly?

- As clear as sunshine.

A little baby boy!

[ Voices screaming ]

- [Man]: Michael!

- Hey, girls!

- Don't slip.

- Looks perfect!

- Well, it's noisy,

and it's old,

but it puts a lot out.

- Would you like a cup of tea?

- No, no. I gotta get on.

Mind your hands.

- Well, how much do you want for it?

- I don't know. Use it.

See if you want it.

- Oh!

- I didn't mean to frighten you.

- You didn't.

[ Dog whimpering ]

- I'm Molly. From the farm.

Stay! - Oh, hello. I'm Liffey.

- This used to be ours.

Well, rented, like.

When I was young.

- Would you like some tea?

- Oh! I wouldn't say no!

You're here alone?

- Yes.

- Must get lonely with no one around.

- No.

- Where's your husband?

- He's not my husband, but he's in New York.

- You feeling all right?

- Yes, fine.

- Molly!

- No! Only a few minutes.

- I'm so cold!

- You want to help

your mummy have a baby, don't you?

- What if I put my coat on?

- Selfish girl!

You're hiding from me.

But I know you're here!

Stupid dog! Use your nose or go home!

Oh, yes!

Coward! Come here.

Quickly, now! Quick!

Stupid girl! I can't hold it!

- Ugh!

- You are a virgin, aren't you?

- Hi!

- Hi!

- You got a signal?

You look great.

- Oh. I feel like shit.

- You OK?

- Mm-hmm. Some kind of bug. It'll pass.

Look!

[Chuckling]: It's the stone, remember?

- Sure. Still standing.

- You miss me?

How you coping without love, Richard?

- The adolescent way.

- You keep it that way.

- Hey, don't do this to me.

Not here!

- Thank you. That's all we need.

If you'd like to take a seat.

- I see from your notes,

the samples, you're pregnant!

- No, that's impossible.

- You didn't realize?

- No, I thought I was ill!

- Well, there's no doubt.

I can give you pills for the sickness, but they don't work.

[ Sighing ]

- Jesus Christ!

Damn!

Damn!

Shit, shit!

Fuck it!

Idiot.

- Take this!

Not that way, the other way!

- All right! Bloody hell.

- [Molly]: Fuck her, Tucker. Bring the chapel.

Stick that in!

Spoil a boy from her stinky moor.

Hard! Yes, good!

Smother it, smother.

Good, good! Yes, yes!

- Idiot, idiot, idiot!

Idiot! Idiot!

Idiot!

- [Molly]: Horny goat weed.

Gather, gather.

Spanish fuck fly.

[ Chanting, indistinct ]

Fuck her, Tucker.

- I don't want nothing more to do with it.

It's disgusting!

- What about your tea? - Ugh!

[ Knocking ]

- Put your hair down!

- But he likes it like this. - Down!

- Jesus!

[ Laughing ]

What's this?

- It'll do you good!

Special supper

for a special someone!

Have you lost something?

- I'd have had a bath if I'd known.

Smells like badgers.

[ Both laughing ]

- I like it!

Mr. Badger!

[ Both laughing ]

I like it.

Mr. Badger!

I like it.

Mr. Badger.

[ Laughter ]

- Shut up, will ya?

[ Laughter ]

- Nice hair, Mabs.

Jesus, you look lovely.

Go on!

- [Man]: What is it, Molly?

- Quick! Billy!

- What is it, Molly?

- Michael!

Oh, Michael, no!

- No, Molly! What have you done?

- Oh, Michael!

Oh, Michael, no!

[ Sobbing ]

[ Both laughing ]

- Come on!

[ Screaming ]

Come on!

[ Grunting ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Both grunting ]

No! No!

Stay.

Stay.

♪♪ Where are you? ♪

♪ Are you hiding from me?

♪ Are you still looking

♪ for things that no one else can see? ♪

♪ Where are you? ♪

- OK.

Hi.

This is it.

Straight.

It's simple, I guess.

Richard, I'm pregnant.

And I want it, I really do, but...

But I can't.

And I'm not going to.

It's small...

And it's sad...

And the thing is...

I'm not gonna tell you.

Not now.

Not for a bit.

Yeah, it's too complicated.

And I have so much to do.

♪♪ Oh lord, save my simple soul ♪

[ Thunder ]

♪ From local punishment ♪

♪ From the faraway zone ♪♪

- Where's Mum?

- Mr. Monthly come again then, has he?

- Oh, come on. Don't call it that!

- You'd have a flipping mong at your age.

- I have one more to come. Mum's seen it.

- Where, in the hedge?

Left by the stork?

- Don't be stupid!

- I see that all the time at work.

Having them one after the other,

and they don't look after the ones they've got.

Just needs to be pregnant, that's all.

- Yeah, yeah. You're jealous.

- I ain't never having kids.

- 'Cause you can't keep a man?

- Why would I want that?

Look at Tucker.

- What about Tucker?

- Watch his eyes follow my arse across a room.

That's what all that stuff does to men!

- Conceiving's what drives a man.

- Yeah, well, I'm not pregnant.

- I know.

- Well?

- Something ain't right.

That girl down the cottage.

- She's pregnant, ain't she?

I seen her notes.

- Stopping it somehow.

I don't like it.

She wants him for herself!

- Who?

- Her baby!

She's a greedy bitch.

- I don't get it. She's got her own baby.

She's not got Mabs' too, has she?

- Coming down here, taking what's not hers!

We'll send Tucker.

He'll bring our baby home on his whatsit!

- Tucker wouldn't!

- I don't think this is right.

[ Scoffing ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Door slamming ]

Bloody voodoo palaver!

She isn't even Tucker's type, is she?

Is she, Mabs?

[ Groaning ]

[ Grunting ]

- Ow!

Oh!

Oh my--

[ Grunting ]

- Oh God.

Oh dear.

Oh dear.

I promise...

[ Chuckling ]

[ Chuckling ]

You have the most extraordinary thing next door.

Do you know about it?

- Yes.

- Yeah.

My grandfather... I mean, it's amazing.

My Swedish grandfather

talked about stones with holes,

and the Nordic gods.

I'd never seen one before.

It's extraordinary, isn't it?

I always wanted to see one, and here one is.

Of all places. Thank you.

- The world of Odin.

- Odin! Yeah, that's it.

The god Odin.

"Make a promise to Odin, things happen."

It's all superstition and imagination.

Well, I made an offering, anyway.

- Thank you.

- Yeah, you never know.

Did you make a promise to Odin?

- Why?

- Well, here's your chance.

Make it binding.

"Break the promise, bad things happen."

- Right, I'll catch you later.

See ya.

- It's all about the interior.

There's no exterior thought here, Liffey.

- I like the interior!

It's where the memories are,

and the future's made.

- But they're not your memories.

That place is full of memories.

You can feel that. They're all over the place.

But you can't know them.

Bury them.

Begin again.

- No, then there's nothing!

It has to live again, otherwise...

It's got to evolve

from the inside out.

[ Voices screaming ]

- [Man]: Michael!

- From what was here before...

...then new beginnings are made.

- You tread carefully.

That's all.

It's like the stone.

We know nothing.

I worry that I may have lost something.

Well, it happens.

You reminded me of something about architecture

that I hadn't thought about for a long time.

I don't have to see it to believe it.

We missed you, you know?

It'd be good to have you back at the firm.

I... I'd like you to consider a partnership.

What do you say?

- We'll see.

Perhaps.

- OK.

- I had a miscarriage.

- Oh--

- It's done, it's gone.

I'm still standing.

So's the house.

The two of us.

- The hardest thing...

...is to keep separate

what we do and what we want to be.

We know nothing.

Remember that.

Only Odin knows.

I'll come back when you're finished.

Not before.

[ Man shouting in Polish ]

♪♪ Right, all you girls ♪

♪ with the flaming red hair, this one's for you ♪

♪ A red-haired woman ♪

♪ has many powers

♪ She'll drink her man past closing hours ♪

♪ She'll close the bar

♪ and then go home

♪ Yes, she'll go home ♪

♪ but not alone ♪

- Hello!

- Hi!

- Getting stuck in, then?

Molly said the generator isn't working.

- Did she?

Not much she doesn't know.

- Is it working?

- As it happens, no.

I can't get it started. Something I'm not doing right.

- Things are coming on.

- A long way to go yet.

- I'll take a look at the genny, then.

Oh, uh...

From Mabs.

Says you like this.

♪ The redhead's the one ♪

♪ with the power ♪

- Fancy a glass?

- Yeah.

- Come on, it's over here.

- Why not?

♪ Humming

Come on, you bastard.

Come on!

[ Chuckling ]

[ Growling ]

[ Barking ]

[ Barking ]

Jesus!

Come on!

[ Sighing ]

There's a knack to it.

- The knack's knackered.

[ Chuckling ]

♪ You can't tame a flame No two are the same♪

♪ There's not one just like another ♪

♪ Put a red in the bed

♪ And there's no more to be said ♪

♪ You can't get them under the covers ♪

[ Grunting ]

[ Growling ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Both grunting ]

[ Grunting ]

- God!

- There's a good boy.

There's a good, good boy!

[ Birds chirping ]

Soon you'll be back home, quick to Mummy now!

Good boy!

- Mummy?

- Well done, Tucker.

- Daddy?

- Good boy, Tucker!

Off you go.

Home, now.

Good boy.

[Whispering]: Good boy.

[ Sighing ]

[ Tucker and Mabs grunting ]

- [Giggling]: Little midget!

- What's that, then?

- Oh! Oh, that's better.

Going out to Tucker now.

Not that I'd know.

- It wasn't right what happened.

Was it?

- No. It wasn't.

- Bad dream, let's leave it at that, yeah?

- Don't know how it happened.

- For the generator. I fixed it.

Take it!

- No. - You take it!

[ Cow mooing ]

Hello?

Hello? I can't hear you. You'll have to talk louder.

What? No, I told you.

The signal's fucked. I can't get the internet.

Well, I don't know. The weather?

Richard, I need to talk to you.

It's beautiful here.

Do you miss me?

I miss you, Richard.

The main supporting wall appears sound, despite damp.

Floor joist unaffected.

Um, perhaps rear wall

will need support when the skylight--

- Hello?

Oh, it's such a sight!

What's going on?

Don't mind me dropping in, do you?

- No! Hi.

- Oh! It's amazing the place is still standing

with the heart taken out of it like that.

There's not a single wall left.

- Well, that's the idea.

- Tucker got you the wine, did he?

- Yes, thanks.

- Did you like it?

- Yes, it was strong.

- And he fixed the generator for you?

- Yeah.

- You do mind me dropping in, I can tell.

- No, wait.

I'll make some tea.

- People around here, you know,

they just want to know what's going on.

Get used to it.

Keeping the baby, then?

- I'm sorry?

- You didn't get rid of it?

- What is this?

You think you can tell by, what, looking at my face?

- Yeah, you should watch that.

- Actually, no, you're wrong. I miscarried two weeks ago.

What about you?

- Two weeks?

- Yes, does that not show on my face?

- No, it doesn't.

I'm sorry. I'll be going now.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to fuck your husband.

- She wasn't bloody pregnant!

MUM!

SHE WASN'T BLOODY PREGNANT!

[ Sighing ]

[ Ticking ]

- Shit!

[ Groaning ]

[ Sobbing ]

- I'll tell you what. You pop in in the morning,

and I'll see if I can fit you in.

OK. I'll see you then, Sue. Bye.

[ Bell ringing ]

- Hi. Sorry I'm late. I have an appointment.

My name's Liffey Lambert.

- That should be fine.

You're doing up the cottage, aren't you?

- Yes.

- I'm Mabs' sister, Carol.

Take a seat.

The doctor won't be long.

- Sorry for keeping you waiting.

It's been a long day.

Surviving the winter OK?

- You get used to it.

I'm pregnant.

- Quick work.

- And I want an abortion.

- Are you worried you might miscarry again?

- No, no. I just want the abortion.

- You'll have to go to London.

I'll see if I can

refer you to someone.

Carol?

- No!

- Sorry.

- I don't want anyone to know.

- It's confidential!

- I was drunk.

I had sex with my neighbour's husband.

Your receptionist's sister.

I just wanna get rid of it.

I'll pay whatever.

- You're with Tucker's child?

It's late. I'll see what I can do tomorrow.

- Tomorrow, OK.

I'll call you in the morning.

- OK.

- Good night.

- How long does an abortion take?

- A few minutes.

- Does it hurt?

- Not usually.

- What's wrong?

- I think your dates are mixed up.

I'd say you're 12 to 15 weeks pregnant.

- No, that's not right.

[ Beeping ]

- You recently had a miscarriage

6 or 7 weeks in?

- Yes.

- Well, I don't think you did.

Did you have a scan?

- No.

- Why not?

- I wasn't told to have one.

I bled, a lot.

I had a miscarriage.

- I think this one's a surviving twin.

Does this complicate matters?

- Is it OK?

- Your placenta's low.

That usually rights itself.

Other than that, she's perfectly normal.

- A girl!

- Yes.

- She's come so far.

- Well?

- I called them.

She didn't have the abortion.

She's having Tucker's baby.

- But it's mine!

The bitch!

- No! NO!

- Oh my God.

Oh, Jesus! No!

- Hi.

- Oh my God...

Oh!

You scared the shit out of me!

- I couldn't wait.

- Well-- oh!

Oh!

[ Laughing ]

Oh, it's you!

- You OK?

- No, I'm not!

[ Both laughing ]

Oh my God.

- Oh, you look great.

- Don't do that to me!

- OK, OK!

You OK?

- I am now.

- Me too.

You smell different.

- I am different.

Starting from now.

From scratch.

Everything from before is over.

Is that all right?

- Yeah.

- What's the matter?

- The placenta's wrongly placed.

See?

See how it blocks the baby's exit?

If it's low early on, it usually moves around.

But by this stage, if it hasn't--

- If it hasn't, then what?

- If it hasn't moved by the next scan,

you'll have to have a caesarean.

- I don't understand!

- The baby can't get out naturally.

- Well, is it dangerous?

- Without a caesarean, yes. But don't worry, you'll be fine.

[ Both moaning ]

[ Thunder ]

- Where have you been?

- I don't know.

- The thing's dying on me.

- Hey.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- What are you-- what are you doing?

No, wait!

All right! OK, OK.

OK. Wait.

OK.

[ Grunting ]

Easy.

Careful. Careful!

[ Grunting ]

[ Grunting ]

OK, now. OK! OK.

[ Grunting ]

You OK?

[ Laughing ]

You're a madman! You all right?

- Yeah.

[ Sighing ]

- It doesn't feel right in here, Richard.

- I like it.

Let's stay for a bit.

- My belly's like an ice cube.

I don't feel right.

It's the placenta.

I know it is.

- Of course it's not.

Just keep it covered.

[ Whimpering ]

♪ Man singing in Eastern language ♪

- Audrey?

- [Man]: It was the rabid dog.

- Oh, fuck!

[ Gasps ]

- Hey!

Hey!

Oh God!

Oh, fuck!

Richard!

Richard!

Get me out of here!

Oh, shit!

What the fuck's going on?

- Shit!

Hello?

Hello?

Hey!

Hey! What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- Hey! Richard, get me out of here!

Richard!

- Liffey? Where are you?

- I couldn't get out!

- Come on.

- The door was locked!

- What? Look--

- What's going on?

- What's she doing?

- Mum? Mum!

Oh! Oh! Oh, Mum?

Mum? Mum!

Oh, what is it?

[ Croaking ]

Oh no!

Mum! What?

- I'll get the truck.

- Oh dear.

Oh God!

My God! Tell me what to do!

Please!

[ Croaking, gasping ]

Please, please, please!

[ Moaning ]

- What's she doing?

- I have no idea.

Audrey!

- Gran wants your baby dead.

She thinks you've stolen it from Mum.

She's using bad magic to do it.

And it ain't no joke, either.

I can send back the spells to leave, packed up and gone.

'Cause you will have to go.

You understand that?

It ain't safe for you here.

You're hexed.

- Don't look at it, Liffey.

- What?

Who put it here, Audrey?

Audrey, who put it here?

[ Voices whispering, indistinct ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Cackling ]

[ Screaming ]

- Second door on the left. I'll be with you in one moment.

- Mmm...

Mmm...

[ Grunting ]

- Whoa, whoa! Shh!

You're OK.

- No!

[ Screaming ]

NO!

NO! NO!

NO!

[ Screaming ]

No!

They're killing my baby!

- What?

- They're killing my baby!

- What's happened? - They're killing my baby!

Don't you understand?

- Nothing happened! Fuck off! - Did she say something?

- Look, you go away and leave us alone!

You're poisoning her!

Look, this is bullshit. You're not listening to this.

- No! - Just get out!

- No!

- You--

- She's staying!

[ Mumbling ]

[ Moaning ]

[ Mumbling, indistinct ]

- Mum?

It's Mabs.

I'm here with Carol.

Can you hear me?

[ Mumbling ]

Mum!

I've lost Audrey!

She's so angry with me.

She's really, really angry with me.

- She's just a teenager.

[ Mumbling ]

- Forgive...

She knows not what she...

- She's brain dead.

Can't you see? Look at her.

- No! No, that can't be right.

She's not finished yet.

We've still got stuff to sort out!

- Oh, shut up!

Curse the day those bloody people showed up!

I don't want her to die, Mabs!

- Audrey, your mother's coming. She's coming up the lane.

What are you gonna do?

- Keep playing.

- Liffey!

- She can't do a thing.

It's me and Gran.

It's nothing got to do with her!

- Your mother's come to take you home.

It's time to go now. Come on!

- Audrey?

Audrey!

- Hi. - Hi.

I don't know what to say. I really don't.

Audrey, come home now and leave these people be!

Audrey, your gran's not well.

Audrey, I'm your mother! Do as I say. Stop this now!

- It's over.

She's gone.

- Audrey?

Audrey!

- It doesn't matter now!

- I'm sorry, I-- - It's OK.

- I won't ever trouble you again!

- Don't worry. Forget it. - Audrey, come here!

- Liffey?

[ Sobbing ]

[ Gasping, sobbing ]

- Blood clot stopped her heart.

She died. That's all there is.

The end's in us all, Mabs.

Right from the start.

Anyway, she's not dead.

Not really. It's never "that's it."

She's bound to be around.

All around and around.

- It's my fault.

- No, it's not.

- Oh, you don't know anything about it.

- I'm not stupid, Mabs.

- And Audrey hates me.

My own daughter hates me.

- No, she doesn't.

- I'm not a bad person.

- No!

- Oh, what have I done?

It's all wrong.

- It was not your fault.

- All I wanted...

- Shh...

[ Thunder ]

I love you, Mabs.

Don't that count?

Don't that... give it purpose?

I'll give you a baby.

A lovely new baby.

A boy.

Just the two of us.

- Everything OK?

- Can't be too careful.

- My head's turned to porridge.

- Good. Endomorphins getting you ready.

- Well, no need for them, if I'm having a caesarean.

- You'll be there?

- You bet.

- See me sliced open?

- It's a birth, however it's done.

These are some iron tablets.

Remember, in your condition, any bleeding, however slight,

get to the hospital. Don't hesitate.

Other than that, good luck.

- Thank you.

- Thanks a lot.

- Not at all.

- Excuse me, you forgot your bag.

- Oh, great.

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

- Liffey! Sit here.

I'll shoot the inside.

- I'm OK!

- Come on!

We'll be late!

[ Phone ringing ]

Oh. Here, it's yours.

- Lars!

We're just about to go out!

[ Chuckling ]

- Now that's what I call progress.

- Hello!

- Hello, darling.

- I've been doing a lot of thinking,

and I need to tell you something.

- How do you think you've done?

- Uh, OK. It works, I think.

I've achieved what I set out to do.

Look, I want to take the job.

I want to be a partner in the firm.

- Oh dear.

That can't happen.

I'm-- I'm terribly sorry.

When I was last here...

Everything changed.

You freed me.

Odin's messenger.

I'm... I'm not afraid anymore.

- I don't get it!

- [Chuckling]: Neither do I!

But it's great, isn't it?

I... I got out.

No more company,

no more buildings.

- Are you gonna start a new practice?

- No.

- I don't understand, Lars!

What are you gonna do?

- I have no idea.

Not even one.

It's all new.

From now...

The beginning of the beginning.

And the end of the end.

Hey!

- So, what do you think? Isn't it great?

- Yes, it is.

It is great.

A bit of a way to go yet, but...

Yes.

I'd say you're almost there.

- Uh, we have to go out.

- Do we?

- It's arranged.

- But I really don't want to.

I wanna see Lars! We have so much to talk about.

- Liffey-- - Richard!

- No.

Please.

Don't.

Go.

I'd like to just sit and take it all in.

Go.

- OK.

- Are you sure you wanna walk?

- Yes, yes! Stop fussing.

- Hey! What's got into Lars?

- God, only Odin knows.

[ Child laughing ]

- Hmm.

- Liffey, it's crazy to walk!

- But it's so beautiful!

Do we have to go to the lunch? I really don't want to.

- It'll be fine! I told Tucker we would.

- But I'm so bloody pregnant.

- Exactly. Stay here. I'll go back for the Land Rover.

- [Boy]: The day is full of birds.

[ Birds chirping ]

Sounds like they're saying words.

- Girls, will you either get out of my way

or give me a hand? Go down the other end.

Becky, you come over the other side. Come on.

Get a hold of that.

[ Car pulling up ]

Now, pull it. Pull.

Good girls.

[ Car doors closing ]

- That'll be them.

- Placemats, please!

- Hi.

- Grab a chair and come through.

- I got some wine.

- Not there. That's...

Mum's chair.

Audrey? Placemats.

- Puffball!

Devil's eyeball.

- That's Mum's chair!

- I know.

That's why I'm sitting in it.

You've got a nerve coming here!

- Carol.

- She's only been dead two months!

- Carol, be nice.

- She pushed her to it! Mabs did!

And I don't think you should get away with it.

Why should she? It isn't fair!

- We're going.

- No, please stay.

Things that need to be said.

You see, she fucked Tucker.

Tucker fucked her.

She's having Tucker's baby.

You're not the father!

He is!

There. Done!

- I was drunk.

- You fucked him?

- Yes, but...

The baby's yours, Richard. It's not his.

- All I wanted was a baby, and you stole it from me!

- Richard--

- I'll get him back.

- Richard!

- Richard!

RICHARD!

- Mabs.

Mabs, it's mine.

- You stole my baby boy.

You took the last hope I had!

- It's mine. It's Richard's baby.

- It's not! Liar! Liar!

- It's mine! - LIAR!

- It's ours, it's mine!

- You took it all!

Why couldn't you just let go?

- I think I'm going into labour.

[ Gasping ]

- Oh, really?

Little miss!

- Now I need to go to hospital.

Please!

- Sorry. No one here drives.

- But we'll die!

- What do you want?

Huh?

- Richard.

- What the fuck do you want?

- Richard, please.

- What do you want?

[ Grunting ]

- You all right?

- My waters have broken!

Get help!

- Mum?

Mum!

Mum!

Mum! Quick, her water's broken!

Mum! Mum!

[ Gasping, sobbing ]

What can I do? - Help me!

- What can I do?

- Get someone! Get someone!

[ Sobbing ]

- Dad!

Dad!

- What?

- Dad!

Dad, stop! Dad, stop! She's dying! Stop!

Dad, stop! She's dying!

- What? - She's dying!

- Where is she?

- She's up there!

- Liffey!

Oh, shit!

Liffey! Help me!

- Is the baby on toxic?

- No.

- Blood pressure down.

- Sponge.

- Sponge.

- She's still bleeding.

We'll cut in low.

Scalpel, sister.

- Scalpel.

- We're losing baby's blood as well as mother's.

- EP dangerously low.

- Sister, clamp, please.

- Where's my baby?

- In the nursery.

Shh, don't sit up. You can see her later.

- Where's Richard?

- I'll find him. Shh, it's OK.

- I want to see my baby now!

- You can see her later.

- What's wrong with me?

- You're absolutely fine. You're very lucky.

Shh, just rest. I'll find Richard.

- What?

[ Groaning ]

[ Sighing ]

[ Sighing ]

Ow!

Nurse!

Nurse?

[ Baby crying ]

[ Baby gurgling ]

- Yes.

I can see you are.

You were right.

You were right!

She's Richard's eyes.

[ Baby gurgling ]

- Hello!

Hello!

Oh, look!

[ Gasping ]

[ Sobbing ]

- She's our baby.

- Oh!

She is.

She is.

[ Baby crying ]

[ Child laughing ]

- [Boy]: Sounds like they're saying words.

[ Laughing ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Panting ]

- Everything OK?

- Yeah! To be honest, I thought it would be a hard sell.

- Who you showing round?

- Professional couple. A bit like yourselves.

They're keen!

- Children?

- Don't think so, no.

Not exactly a child- friendly place, is it?

Bit isolated, if you see what I mean.

[ Sighing ]

I love how it fits, but sort of doesn't.

Why are you selling?

- Everything's changed. We don't belong here.

- Boy or a girl?

- Girl.

- Beautiful.

- Your door's open.

- Are we ready?

- Yeah, well, let's go.

All right. Thanks.

- Good luck.

- Whoa!

Whoa.

- What's she called?

- Nothing, at the moment.

- Can I hold her?

- Sure.

[ Baby grunting ]

- Hello, Nothing.

She's got your eyes.

- Thanks.

- Mum's pregnant.

- Congratulate her for me.

- Will do.

- Uh, we should be going.

[ Baby crying ]

- Shh. Yeah.

Oh, Audrey?

Give these to your mum.

- Thanks.

- Boy or a girl?

- Boy.

[ Grunts ]

- It's a boy.

♪ Man singing in Eastern language ♪