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You hungry?

No.

I'm okay.

Sure.

I thought you both did really well today.

Here

we

go.

Come on.

Leave him, sir, please.

Goodbye.

Don't let him carry you, huh?

I can't go to swing you in.

It's true.

Everything that everyone was saying today about Mummy.

You had an amazing mum, boys.

Let's never forget that.

Please don't play What

cereal

do you want?

No, I'll do it.

Thanks.

I'll do it, thank you.

You got it?

Where's the milk?

Where's the milk?

There's no normal milk, but there's loads of your mum.

Got loads of soy milk. No. I know,

but it's all we've got.

You sure you want to go back today?

Because you know you don't have to if it feels too soon.

Right,

um, jacket, please. Which is your jacket?

Oh, this is mine.

Where's my PE kit?

Where is it?

I don't know.

Late.

Yeah. Oh, look, where is it?

Okay. Good boy. Let's go.

Go to where it does. Come on, let's go.

Thank you.

Good to have you back.

Yes, yes, I'm still here.

Right, okay.

Right.

No, I'm not ringing about myself. I'm ringing.

Yes.

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

Um, no.

Um, 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...

I'm sorry.

We'll call you back.

Bit like Tracey Emin's kitchen in here.

Get the boys on the washing up.

Do you want to talk?

Yeah.

You're getting it. sleep.

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

Thank you. You're good. I need to... I need to do the pick -up. I need to do

things as normally as possible for them.

So, how was it?

Good, I guess.

What did you get up to?

David Matthews tried to be my friend, but he used to be my enemy at school.

Um, I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss.

Oh, um, thanks. Thanks very much.

How are you coping?

I can't imagine how you must be feeling.

I mean, we lost Mum last year, so I can a bit.

Foul cancer.

Oh, I'm very sorry.

Well, we knew it was coming, though, with Mum.

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

Thank you, I... I just want to say I'm here if you ever want a coffee or if the

boys want a playdate.

My two would love that.

Wouldn't you?

Do let me know if you need anything.

I know everyone says that, but I mean... Come on.

Who is that?

Look, Margaret,

I'd love to stay on 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 of the chop wood and said to the brave youth,

keep the house but mind if the Baba Yaga comes and counts the spoons.

Can you do the voices?

Sure.

You keep the house but mind.

If the Baba Yaga comes and counts the spoons, don't say a word.

Keep quiet.

Very well, said the brave youth.

Count and the spirit went away, and the brave youth sat on the stove behind the

chimney, anxiously awaiting their return.

Suddenly the wind...

Stop picking up.

Look, I just want to say...

Can you hear me?

Please breathe.

Can

you

hear me?

Hello?

Ambulance?

I don't know.

There's blood.

She's on the floor. She's not breathing.

Feathers are made of pillars.

Like I've got kids out there.

Who is it?

Hello, are you?

Miles away.

Yeah, I could see that.

So, um... How are you holding up?

You know, good days, bad days.

How are the boys?

They met their mum.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's got to be, um... Yeah.

Poor little fellas.

Which reminds me... Oh,

is that Geoff's latest?

I love these.

Well, you know, I just hope it sells.

Thinks that bad.

You know, same old, same old. Wow, I belong to me, losing money on mine.

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

We don't expect it any time soon.

And if you need more time... Honestly, it's really nice to have something else

to focus on.

Sure.

Well, if you're not, you know, a bit much.

I'm sure.

and then you have to try and jump back onto the bed and then you get one horn

Three, two, one, cannibals!

Boys? We said stupid.

Boys, I said bath time now.

Get off, I'm going to cannibals. I hope a demon doesn't come into our house and

ring us on the doorbell. All right, no bath for you. Can you brush your teeth

and put your pyjamas on, please?

That's crazy.

Three, two, one. Can you hear me?

When I come back, I want you to brush your teeth and put your pyjamas on, OK?

Okay?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's all right. It's okay. There's no one in here. Shh.

No, no, no. Look, look, look. There's no one in here. It's all right.

It's okay.

There's no one in here.

You just had a bad dream, all right?

Come on, come here.

Okay, let's get you out of this wet thing.

There we go.

Okay. It's all right.

I heard him. Who?

The crewman from the other drawings.

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 OK.

Trauma. Trauma.

Trauma.

Funny how we first met.

have bent him backwards over a chair and fed him foul bulletins of the true one

-hour dying of his wife.

What a bad Buddha.

I believe in the therapeutic method.

Dad.

Dad.

What are you doing?

Are you dead?

Dad.

Dead. He's not dead.

What are you doing?

What are you doing? What are you doing?

What are we doing today?

Getting dressed for school.

But it's a Saturday.

Then you're switching the kettle on for me.

Off you go.

Off you go.

I need you to help me today. I need you to help tidy up, all 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 find humans incredibly dull.

Incredibly dull, except in grief. There are very few humans

that interest me for grieving widowers.

Grieving widowers and motherless children are pure.

Leave us alone!

How long has it been now?

Three months. Actually, maybe four months.

Four months.

It takes time to come to terms with.

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

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, it's all right. I just...

I really came here to talk about my children.

Have there been changes to their behaviour?

My youngest is wetting the bed, nightmares, that kind of thing. And my

is playing up a little bit more than usual.

Are you maintaining routine?

Structured bedtimes, mealtimes?

Not really, no.

You should stick to routine if you can. Children take comfort from routine.

Do you let them see you grieve?

I've been trying not to.

You need to change that.

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

Ah, there he is.

Sad dad.

that I think I'm being followed by a crow.

You're not fucking real.

Stick to routines, is that what he said?

Children need routines.

Not those boys.

Those boys need bows and arrows, they need stories, they need myths, they need

chaos, they need growth!

They're not real!

... ... ...

...

... ... ...

... ...

One king, one crown.

You don't deserve me.

Yeah, it'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.

wasn't safe.

What does that mean?

Draw from it.

I do this when you go away.

I won't leave until you don't need me anymore.

I don't need you.

Be careful.

There are far worse than me.

Far, far worse.

Draw.

Draw what? Draw one of your stories and memory, the first thing that comes to

mind.

Oh no, piss -poor looks like a fucking vitriano!

Piss -poor!

It's just the three of us.

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

She had the flu.

She never got ill.

The boys must have been three and four.

I took them out to the park and I

was hopeless.

Going in?

No, it's not going in.

Wait a minute, what are you doing again?

No worries.

No patience.

Wait, wait.

Come on.

My feet hurt.

There we go.

Okay, a little bit cold. There we go.

They were cold.

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

was.

I want money.

It's okay, it's okay.

It's all right. Mommy's not very well, is she, sir?

That was it, wasn't it?

I didn't bother calling ahead.

I didn't want to give you the chance to tell me to piss off.

Hello?

How you doing?

You're the first real person I've seen in a couple of days.

Real person?

Oh, no. No.

No, no. That is not happening.

Sometimes I get angry with her, you know? Like, how could you die on me?

She's the stoic one. She'd have made a much better widow.

Yeah.

It's inconsiderate of her.

Her mum keeps ringing me to remind me of things. Do you remember Wednesday?

I know why she's doing it, but...

I don't want her to turn into

a series of anecdotes because it just reminds me that she's 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

minute.

She's going to be back.

I've got a confession to make.

You remember when you split up in the third year?

Yeah.

And you gave me that pen and you were out there to win her back.

Well, it worked, didn't it?

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, well, she talked, you know, what she would like, and she came round

to an appreciation of it.

Of you.

You two were never not going to be a thing.

You were perfect for each other.

This is fucking awful.

Leave me alone, Crow. I like it. You won.

Middle age, middle class, white widow music, guardian, reading, beard

farmer's market, guest ale, Birkenstock, Barbican shit.

Yeah.

You're such a cliche, you know.

A dead white.

to a headstone.

Once upon a time, there was a king

who had two sons, 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 a thing. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

There we go.

There we go. The queen had fallen and bashed her skull in and

so she bled to death. Please, no more.

Please, please. Blood everywhere. I'm trying to tell you a story.

I don't want to fuck...

You wish you were dead. You wish you were dead. Very original. How very

original.

Oh, good. You're angry. Come on.

like a fucking freak back there.

Now listen.

Take the jaws and the paws off a coon.

Take your time, ain't life but good cooking.

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

Take the fleas from the knees of a demon.

Tell your pals the devil comes breathing.

To the feet, what the beast of the mouth now.

They make wine from the fine air built out.

It's a test for the best for who stays at the feet with the beast of the mouth

out.

Brush your teeth with a piece of a goose toenail.

Look at him.

Some may call my work vulgar.

Can you come into the living room, please? I need to talk to you.

Fine. Are you going to take off our gloves?

Mum!

Come sit down, please.

Come on, sit down. I need to talk to you. Can you give me your hand, please?

Mummy's not here.

OK?

There was... She got sick and there was an accident and...

This is what we know about our mum.

She always smelled nice.

When she told stories, she did all the voices.

She loved playing loud pop music because it annoyed Dad.

And then she died.

Our mum died.

After that, everything was different. We were different.

Different boys.

Dad was different.

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?

What are you doing?

Take those off.

Dad told stories. The stories changed when Dad changed.

He went quiet.

Angry.

He'd disappear.

I'd tell stories. The stories changed when Dad changed.

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

He'd spend ages in the bathroom.

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 has to lose things, Dad should too.

In the end, there's been a couple of parties going on at the other shows.

Even quite madly, yeah.

And then in the midst of that, another member of Starbuck comes to help.

Especially with a teacher. I mean, what were you thinking? It is not okay.

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

No, no, no. Wait, just wait. Hey, stop it. Get off me. Ow. I hate you.

It's okay.

Dad was different.

A different kind of dad.

Oh, sweet.

I think I hit something. Are you coming or what?

Oh, sweet.

My God, you look amazing.

Do you like it?

It's something you're doing with your eye. It's new.

It's almost what you're not seeing.

Can we go to Mrs.

Dawson's? Sure, we can go to Mrs. Dawson's. We have the best way. Does she

the best way? All right, show me the way.

Show me the way. Which way am I going?

This way. This way. And then which way?

You still with us?

This is symbolic, isn't it?

What is? This.

This dream, 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.

What's the volcano for?

Come on, come on.

Listen to that.

I love them like this.

Building worlds full of life.

Full of possibility.

I think it's time, don't you?

Yeah.

Shall we play a game?

Here's how it's going to work.

You two boys must each build, here, on the floor... A model of your

mother. A model of your mother.

Just as you'll remember her, and whichever of you builds the best model

win. Not the most realistic, but the best.

Yes. The truest and the prize is...

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

A real living mother to tuck you up.

Now, now, ask you remember.

Right. And stop.

They're both excellent.

You've got a smile.

It's uncanny.

And you have captured her posture.

Which one, Mum?

Well... Which one's going to be turned into Mum?

Sorry, what?

You promised.

Yes. Where is she?

Where is she? Where is she, you bloody old crow?

She's dead.

She can't come back.

That's it, Barnes, that's all you've got.

How you doing boys?

Nearly done?

We can go read these to dad shortly.

How's he been?

Your dad?

I don't know.

And did you keep an emotion diary the last two weeks?

Nah.

That's okay. Did you try the meditation exercises?

Boys! No.

No, no.

It's okay.

Can't 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.

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

Brad!

Look at you two.

You're so skinny.

Has your dad not been feeding you?

Good morning.

Hello.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Yes.

All right, come on.

Make some noise, Alan. Even without the book outlines.

I'll tell you how they're getting on.

There's a comic coming on.

Well, don't call it a comic. Call it a graphic novel.

Call it a comic.

Yeah, it's all right. It isn't graphic.

Dad doesn't like it when people call them graphic novels.

He says it's wanky.

Well,

you wussed that down, boy.

Did we get you the right ones this time?

It's like his mum.

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

Was that OK, if the papers weren't my best?

Delicious.

What was he like, our mum and Susanne?

Your mum?

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

How am I like her?

You're funny.

She was very quick -witted, wasn't she, Keith?

Cheeky booger, more like.

Oh, no, no, it's all right. I'll do it. I'll do it.

It was adorable when she was little.

But when she was a teenager... Oh, my God.

You couldn't win an argument.

Go and get the photo album from next door and I'll show you the first time

brought your dad back here.

Crow, tie him to the mast and batter him.

Destroy the crow!

Catch him again.

Let's get Crow!

Scourge him to a stop.

Shove the gate! Kill him and drown him in blood!

Oh, Christ!

Oh, boy, son of a... If he takes our castle, we burn it.

So much of it when the boys smile is the same smile.

You can take this home with me if you want. No, leave it here.

It's good to know. Let the boys see.

Yeah, they should see.

Wee -wee -wee -wee, up here.

Come on, come on, come on. No one do we know, we hurt and do we not know. Blood

drum, fox cubs, dead meat.

Captain Kill, be a killer. Come on, he went this way.

Come on. Look at his hat.

I think that was my mum's hat.

I'm just going to check on it, actually.

Okay, okay. See you then.

What the hell do you think you're doing, huh?

We're looking for you everywhere.

You're bleeding.

What's going on?

Huh?

I'm fine.

You've got cuts and scratches all over you.

What have you been doing to him?

What have you been doing?

It was Crow.

It wasn't fucking Crow.

Sometimes we felt like he was our dad again

But it never lasted.

We're thinking about you today.

Good to call, eh?

Hope you're all right.

I've tried you a couple of times.

Today's been tough, and I'm sure it has for you, too.

Anniversary's hard, and... Well...

Dad?

I've got to read us a story.

No, it's too late.

Please. I said no.

No bedtime stories tonight.

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 dead. Fuck off!

And so the king allowed his kingdom to go to ruin and abandoned his

two sons so he could wallow in self -pity.

Get up. No more.

No more.

You have to go.

I am sure about that.

Yes, yes.

Who is it?

Simon Colery.

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.

I'm afraid we've run out of milk.

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

There is a number 56.

Now, boy, Daddy can't tell you what's starting to happen, 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 for the saddest, most delicious

person he could find.

He's a very clever demon, but... very cunning.

Who is it?

Dan. From Parenthesis.

Dan? Yes.

From Parentheses.

I come in, sitting down.

Worked there for years and I've never heard of anyone called Dan.

What's your last name?

Dan?

Graeme.

I'm new there.

Put me in your book.

Thought I'd say hello.

Come all this way.

Now you're going to have to leave.

At least use your lab.

Ah, boys.

This demon can only feast if those in despair allow it.

So who do you think he's coming for tonight?

Who do we know?

It's Sander.

It's the police!

I'm going to give you the count of five when I'm coming in.

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

Three... What's going on?

Four... Five... No.

Okay, out of your way.

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

Come back.

Open the door.

Open up.

Let me in.

Are the boys there?

Mum! Mum! Please, please, it's not mummy. Mum!

Don't! Mum!

I've missed you all so much.

Come on, open up.

Let him go.

I need you.

I love you.

Come with me.

Nobody came. Nobody came.

Here, here.

Another one.

It's all right.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Just keep with it, please.

Please, Crow.

Don't die, not.

Please, don't die.

Please.

You can't die.

Crow, don't die.

We need you, Crow.

What do you mean, girl?

I am self -aware.

And everywhere I go, you're always

right there with me.

I've 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 thought I would lose

my mind.

But I found out with time that really I was not ready.

No, no.

Oh, death.

Oh, death.

Really, I'm not ready.

Oh, death, you hector me.

Decimate those dear to me.

Tease me with your sweet relief.

You are cruel and you are constant.

Oh, death, really, I'm not ready.

No, no. Oh,

death.

There he is, the man of the hour.

The book is 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.

So do I.

Seriously, though, very proud to have it.

Very, very proud.

Sorry,

are you my brother?

You look a bit like him. I mean, he's usually a lot scruffier. Come here.

Kate, thank you for coming.

Amanda, say, give me a moment.

Hey. Hey.

Thank you.

Oh, don't mess up.

Come on, then. Say a few words.

Well, thank you, everyone, for coming tonight. Thank you, Andy, for organising

it.

Sorry, 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... 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.

As you were, English Widower.

That's the only way back.

That's the only way back.

Sorry.

You'd have hated this.

But you're not here, so... I'm going to do it anyway.

To all right things.

I compare that... to a snowflake.

But rather...

i love you i love you i

love you i love you

Across the evening sky All the birds

are leaving But

how can they know It's time for them

to go

Diverted shore, your fickle friends are leaving.

Ah, but then you know, time's...

Hello.