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(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
MOTHER: What are you eating?

R: (OVER PHONE)
I am eating some "toona".

MOTHER: (LAUGHS)
"Toona"? You mean "tuna".

You're gonna turn into a tuna.

R: (OVER PHONE) It's weird.
She said she's got no mayo.

She said she'd run out, but...
MOTHER: No mayo?

R: (OVER PHONE) I just...
I refuse to believe that.

I think she's holding out on me.

MOTHER: That's disgusting.
Look, when are you home?

R: (OVER PHONE) Yeah, er, later.
What would you like for dinner?

What can I bring you back?
MOTHER: Oh, anything.

I mean, not "toona", please.
(WATER GUSHING)

R: (OVER PHONE) Not "toona".

MOTHER: (LAUGHS) Tuna.
R: (OVER PHONE) Tuna. Love you.

MOTHER: (GROANS SOFTLY)
He's wriggling.

R: (OVER PHONE) Good.

Getting that head all the way
down there ready to...

MOTHER: Oh, God,
not yet, I hope.

R: (OVER PHONE)
Are you talking to me
whilst having a wee?

MOTHER: What?

R: (OVER PHONE)
A strong-sounding wee?

MOTHER: (SCOFFS)
It's the bath. (LAUGHS)

R: (OVER PHONE)
Yeah, that's a poor...

MOTHER: Oh, the people
at Number 32 have left.

R: (OVER PHONE) Oh, good, good.
MOTHER: I know. They got...

They got in this camper van
with all their stuff.

The kids and that dog.

R: (OVER PHONE)
I love the dog.

MOTHER:
It was hanging out the window.

That dog is a nightmare.

R: (OVER PHONE) I love the dog.

Can we do that?
MOTHER: No.

R: (OVER PHONE)
Can we do that?

MOTHER: No. Wait, do what?

R: (OVER PHONE)
Definitely get a camper van.

MOTHER: No.

No, thank you.

R: (OVER PHONE)
Like a really nice camper van.

(WATER GURGLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WATER TAP SQUEAKING)

(WATER TRICKLING)

(MOTHER SIGHS DEEPLY)

(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Hello.

Hi.

Hello, you.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(MOTHER GRUNTS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(LAUGHS)

COMEDIAN: (OVER TV) ...face
of somebody who looked like

I like peeling potatoes.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLES)

COMEDIAN: (OVER TV)
I don't know. I mean,

do I look like
I've got a potato for a face?

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING, CHEERING)
(LAUGHS)

(TV SHUTS DOWN)
(CAR ALARM BLARING IN DISTANCE)

(MOTHER GROANS SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)

(CLICKING LIGHT SWITCH)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

(PLASTIC RUSTLING)

(MOTHER SIGHS)

(RAIN PATTERING)

Mm.

Fuck.

(GROANS)

Oh!

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(RAIN PATTERING)
(BROODING MUSIC PLAYING)

(DIAL TONE RINGING)

MOTHER: What's going on?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANS)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

R: (OVER PHONE) Hello.
I'm not here. Leave a message.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(DIAL TONE RINGING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)

OPERATOR: (OVER PHONE)
I'm sorry, the ambulance service

is currently in heavy demand.
We will respond as soon

as a call handler
becomes available.

You're currently in the queue.

(MOTHER BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(AMBULANCE SIREN BLARING)

(MOTHER GROANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(AMBULANCE SIREN BLARING)

(MOTHER GROANS)

(AMBULANCE SIREN WAILING)
(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(SOBS, GROANS)

(SCREAMS, BREATHES HEAVILY)

It's too soon. It's too soon.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

It's not supposed to be...

NURSE: Evacuate?

LABOUR MIDWIFE: One more time.

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)
LABOUR MIDWIFE: Push.

(RAIN PATTERING)

MOTHER: Hello.

Who are you?

(COUGHS)
MOTHER: Mm. What is it?

(CRIES)
MOTHER: Aw.

Hello.
(CRIES)

MOTHER: There. Hey, hey.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MALE STAFF: We're on backup
generators, er, everyone,

so please refrain from charging
any mobile phones or devices.

FEMALE STAFF 1:
Can you check on it?

It doesn't feel real, does it?

MALE STAFF: (OVER PA)
Please refrain from charging

any mobile phones or devices.

Did it hurt?
MOTHER: No.

FEMALE STAFF 2: We've got to get
everybody off this floor now.

Why are you looking at me
like that?

'Cause you're amazing.

DOCTOR: You need to squeeze
the breast into a sort
of burger shape.

Right.
DOCTOR: You haven't peed yet?

Not yet.
DOCTOR:
Aim for the baby's nose...

(CROWD CLAMOURING)
Okay, yeah, got it.

DOCTOR: ...you need
to bring baby to you,

otherwise you'll end up stuck
in an uncomfortable position.

Okay.
DOCTOR: Do you have
somewhere to go?

Er...

DOCTOR: Out the city?
Space for baby?

Yes.

What, we can't go home? No?

DOCTOR: And then
you push him on,
nose to mouth, okay?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

R: Thank you.
Do try and pee.

Yeah, sure, I'll try my best.

And, er, baby'll need
a name before you go.

We're registering
all births and deaths for now.

R: Okay.

MALE STAFF: (OVER PA)
This department will be closing
in 24 hours.

We can't go home.

(BABY WHIMPERS)

(GROANS SOFTLY, CHUCKLES)
Noah.

(LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)

Bob.
No. You used to be funny.

I'm hilarious.
You're still high.

I wish. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

You okay?
Fuck. I'm pulp.

Oh, my love.
I'm mush and fucking pulp.

We love you.

(FEMALE PATIENT SCREAMING
IN DISTANCE)

MOTHER: (SIGHS) Can you turn
the tap on, please?

(BABY CRIES)

(MOTHER SIGHS)

We love you.

(URINE SPLATTERING)
(SIGHS)

She did it. She did it!
(SIGHS)

(LAUGHS) I did it.
(BABY WHIMPERS)

Whoop-a.

(INHALES DEEPLY) Ahem...

Percy.
MOTHER: What, like the...

No, not Percy.
...pig?

R: Woody.
Woody. Mm-mm. No.

Zeb.
MOTHER: Zeb?

Zeb, Zeb, Zeb, Zeb,
Zeb, Zeb, Zeb.

Zeb.
Yeah.

MOTHER: Make sure
he doesn't get wet.

R: Right, yeah.
MOTHER: Have you got him?

R: Yeah, I've got him.
MOTHER: Okay.

Look, he's getting wet.
R: Oh, shit.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

R: Careful with this bit.

(CROWD CLAMOURING)

MOTHER: Oh!
R: You okay?

I've got you. You all right?
MOTHER: Yeah, I'm fine.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

NEWS REPORTER 1: (OVER RADIO)
Extreme storms

which are battering the UK
have left many parts

of the country submerged,
and with reports...

G: (OVER PHONE) Hi. Please
leave a message after the tone.

R: I can't get through.
My phone's just not...

(PASSERBY 1 SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
R: Jesus Christ.

(ZEB CRIES)

(DIAL TONE RINGING)

NEWS REPORTER 1: (OVER RADIO)
...the true scale
of the disaster unfolds...

(CAR THUDS)
PASSERBY 2: Come on!

(HORNS HONKING)
(ZEB CRIES)

(MOTHER SHUSHES)

(SHUSHES)

(CAR SIREN WAILING)
(BROODING MUSIC PLAYING)

(ZEB WHIMPERS)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Does it hurt?
Yeah.

It feels like someone's, like,
staple-gunning my nipples.

(LAUGHS)

Mm, mm, mm.

He looks fatter.
(LAUGHS)

(ZEB COOS)

That's not possible.
Well, he does.

NEWS REPORTER 2: (OVER RADIO)
Overwhelmed by the influx

of people affected
by the flooding,

many towns and villages
on higher ground

are blocking entry
and have made the decision

to only allow current residents
with valid ID to re-enter.

This has caused
a great deal of controversy.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
NEWS REPORTER 2: In a statement,
Buxton Council said

that they had made
the very difficult decision

because schools and gyms
are full...

Get back in your vehicle,
please, sir.

DRIVER 1: Come on. Bloody hell.
Thank you.

What's going on?
POLICE OFFICER:
Sorry, sir. Calm down.

We have somewhere to go,
I told you that.

MWC: Somewhere specific?
Yes, somewhere specific.

My parents have lived here
for 35 years.

You can see there's a lot
of demand.

This is unprecedented.

My boy's two days old.

I went to school round here.
I grew up round here.

You don't currently live
round here.

R: Fucking hell.
MWC: Sir...

Please.

(ZEB WHIMPERS)

Please.

DRIVER 2: Just go!
POLICE OFFICER:
What are you doing, woman?

(ZEB WHIMPERS)

DRIVER 3:
Been sitting here for ages.

DRIVER 3:
Why are we still sitting here?

(WHIMPERS)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(CAR APPROACHING)

They're here. They're here.
(LAUGHS)

Hey.
R: (CHUCKLES) Hey.

Oh, God. Goodness.
R: Hey, Dad.

Hello, lad.
How are you?

You managed to get past
the roadblock, then, hey?

R: Yeah.
G: Oh, God.

We've been trying to call.

R: Well, the networks
are down, Mum.

G: I know. I know. (LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)

G: Hey.
N: Right.

R: We've got someone
for you to meet.

N: Oh, hello.
G: Oh! (CHUCKLES)

R: Zeb.
G: Look.

Left it a bit bloody late.
Yeah, everyone did, Dad.

Three months of drought
and then this. I mean...

N: You were lucky
to get out at all.

G: Stop that.

N: Well, the whole city's
underwater.

They know that.

You must have had an awful time.
We've been ever so worried.

Sweetheart, sit down.
Have something to eat.

Oh, thank you. (CHUCKLES)

G: He's beautiful.
MOTHER: I think so.

G: Go and help your son
unpack the car.

No, it's fine, Mum. All done.

N: Should have got out ages ago.

Yeah, but we didn't know
this was gonna happen, did we?

I did warn you.

R: We were a bit
preoccupied, Dad.

N: Too preoccupied
for the birth of your own son?

G: Oh, right, 'cause you were
there as the bloody midwife

while I was having that one,
were you?

I was involved.
Oh, sorry.

Sweetheart,
he was very involved, yeah.

Oh, this looks delicious.
G: Well, you must be starving.

Eating for two.
I used to be famished.

And meat. I used to just
want to eat entire cows.

Do you remember?
N: I do.

G: We've been keeping supplies
for years now.

You lot kept calling me
a hoarder.

Who's laughing now, eh?

Don't know how you townies
managed to cope.

Can you give us a hand?

(LAUGHS)
What did you just call us?

Well, stuck that long in London,
what do you expect?

R: We can't do our jobs
out of London, Dad.

N: What, engineer? Cutting hair?

Your mum's feeding the village,
obviously.

Well, everyone's doing
their bit. She doesn't cut hair.

(KNOCKS ON WINDOW)
G: Come in!

Well, I mean, I do.
Yeah, to the bloody stars.

Breakfast TV. (CHUCKLES)
G: Yeah, to the bloody stars.

Erm, we just prep the boxes,
and then this one delivers
them all.

Tea?
Oh, no. No, thanks.

NEWS REPORTER 3: (OVER TV)
Severe flooding is expected

to cause loss of life.

G: They just got here.
Hey.

I... I'll go and start this.
(ZEB WHIMPERS)

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER TV)
(SOBS)

It's her son.

He's not back yet.

(SIGHS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

MOTHER: How's the ark?
R: Er, pretty mouldy.

But Dad says
it has good bones, so...

MOTHER: What happened
to our home?

The street was gone.
But, but... we build a new home.

(KISSES)

Yeah?

(ZEB COOS)
Yeah.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

R: Here we go.

(ZEB COOS)

What do you think?
What do you think?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(ZEB CRIES)

MOTHER: (SIGHS)
Okay, okay, okay.

(ZEB CRIES)
I know, I know, I know.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

Ow, Zeb, ow.

(SIGHS)

(ZEB WHIMPERS)
(SIGHS)

Baby. Baby. Mum.

Mum, mum, mum, mum, mum.

I'm sorry yours isn't here.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Has the cork always been here?

(CHUCKLES)
Where are your posters?

Didn't have any posters.
Of course you didn't.

What, not even of maps?
Or fish? The periodic table?

You're making me sound so sexy.
(LAUGHS)

I don't remember it
being like this last time.

We just fucked last time.

With our hands
over each other's mouths.

(SNIFFS)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(COOS)

NEWS REPORTER 3: (OVER TV)
Three months on since
the last great flood,

the public is advised to take
refuge at their local shelter,

but aid workers
say vital supplies

are not reaching
those most in need.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

R: Is it hurting?

MOTHER: Go on.
No, not at all. No, no.

(BOTH LAUGH)

NEWS REPORTER 3: (OVER TV)
In an urgent appeal,
they have warned people

not to attempt
to return to their homes

and have pleaded for restraint

following outbreaks
of violence and looting.

Leading aid agencies say they
are already chronically short

of basic food and medicine,
so in a bid to protect supplies,

armed police and military
are now guarding food banks

as well
as emergency accommodation.

A ration system will be
established to buy more time

to find a solution
to the deepening food crisis.

(RAIN PATTERING)

MOTHER: I don't understand
why you all have to go.

It's just safer that way.
G: Easier. He means easier.

N: No, I mean safer.
She's not a child.

Yes, all right.
G: It'll be fine.

I'll stay put in the car.

N: Supplies are low.
Roads are blocked.

Ports are flooded.
Runways are flooded.

We live on an island.
On an island.

Yeah, I know, but...
So, people get panicky.

I'm sorry. This...

I know this is awful for you.
(ZEB GURGLES)

But I am so happy you're here.

I know.

(ZEB COOS)
Hey.

R: Won't be long, okay?
Hmm.

Bye.

Hmm.

G: Anyone seen the shopping bag?

No, wait, It's all right.
Found it.

R: We should head up
the high street.

N: No, no, no.

R: Love you!

(MOTHER CHUCKLES)
(ZEB GURGLES)

Hey.

(CROWD CHEERING,
APPLAUDING OVER TV)

(WHIMPERS)

FEMALE PRESENTER: (OVER TV)
...Ninja Filipina

sister up there.

You're meant to be up there,
like Lou-Lou said.

This is your now,
because that's your stage

and you just took it...

(DISTORTION)

(RAIN PATTERING)

MOTHER: And they had
this summer romance

and they, er,
really like each other, and...

But she's supposed
to go back to Australia,

but she ends up staying and...

(SIGHS)

And he's got this, like,
this gang, the T-Birds.

(CHUCKLES)

And he needs to look, I guess,
like, er, I don't know,

like really cool
in front of them.

I mean, he's basically...

he's just being
a dick at this point.

(ZEB COOS)

(SIGHS) Fuck.

(ZEB GURGLES)

(RAIN PATTERING)

Hmm.

Kick, kick, kick, kick.
Where are you running to? Hmm?

(ZEB GURGLES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(MOTHER GASPS)

Yeah, they will be back soon.

I just... I...
I wasn't expecting anyone.

Is your house...

Er, where will you...

Er, er, baby. I'm sorry.

I just, erm...
We don't have any food.

S: Thank you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

(ZEB CRIES)
MOTHER: I know, I know, I know.

I know, I know.
It's fucking awful. I know.

(ZEB CRYING)
I know, I know. Where are they?

(MOTHER SIGHS)

(ZEB CRYING)
(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(ZEB CRYING IN DISTANCE)

(SCOFFS)

(SIGHS)

(ZEB WHIMPERS)

I'm sorry.

We'll fix this.

We'll go home and you'll
grow tall and strong and kind,

and you won't remember
any of this.

This isn't how
it's supposed to be.

(SIGHS DEEPLY) I'm sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry,
sorry, sorry.

(ZEB GURGLES)

(THUDDING)

(CAR APPROACHING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(SOBS)

(BEES BUZZING)

MOTHER: I'm so sorry.

I will look after you
like you looked after me.

(SOBS SOFTLY) I love you.

Do you wanna talk about it?

I can't.

It wasn't quick.

I'm so sorry. (KISSES)

(R SNIFFLES)

I'm so sorry.

(ZEB COOS)

(ZEB WHIMPERS)
(MOTHER SHUSHES)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RAIN PATTERING)
(ZEB WHIMPERS)

(MOTHER HUMMING)

You're up. Are you...

Sorry. I was just...

Why don't you come in,
let me make you a cup of tea?

And you must be hungry.
N: I'm going for a walk.

Well, I don't think
that's a good idea.

N: I'm going for a walk.

Okay.
Grandad's going for a walk.

(ZEB CRIES)
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

MOTHER: Babe?

Your dad, he's, er, he's...
Look, something's not right.

I don't know where he's going.

R: Huh?
Look, can you take the baby?

(GUNSHOT)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

R: No! (SOBBING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

R: We can't stay here.

There's no food anyway.

We need to leave.

They want people
to join shelters.

No, I'm not joining a shelter.

(WATER TRICKLING)

(SNIFFLES) I'm sorry.

I just... I...

I... I just can't.
Too many people.

I just...

I just can't do it.

MOTHER: I don't know
what else there is.

R: I love you.

I love you.

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

(CROWD CLAMOURING)
OFFICER 1: Stop pushing!

Get back!

People will be, er...

I don't know, calmer around us
with having a baby.

They trampled on my mum's neck.

People are starving to death.
They don't give a fuck.

People give a fuck.
No.

No, no, they don't.
I don't believe that.

Look, I'm not having
an existential argument with you

about the inherent
shittiness of people.

I'm telling you,
they trampled on my mum's neck.

That's why I'm saying I'll go.

You stay in the car. I'll go.

No. You're his food.
You're his whole ecosystem.

Just wait. I can do it.
Just give me a minute.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CROWD CLAMOURING)

(MAN STAMMERING INDISTINCTLY)

(CROWD CLAMOURING)

(CROWD CLAMOURING)

OFFICER 1:
This is your last load!
(WOMAN SCREAMING)

OFFICER 1: Stop pushing!

OFFICER 2: Everyone just stay
where you are.

OFFICER 1: Move back. Move back.
OFFICER 2: Stay where you are.

Don't make me pull it. I will.
It's a final warning.

(RAIN PATTERING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(MOTHER SIGHS)

We can't raise him
in a fucking car.

We're not raising him in a car.
We're trying to get through.

We're not in a shelter
because of me,

and we need to do what's right
for him and for you.

We have to do what is right
for all of us.

Hmm?

(BROODING MUSIC PLAYING)

We need to go to a shelter.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Okay.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Ladies and gents,
I can understand...
(CROWD CLAMOURING)

...you've been waiting
many hours outside,

but unfortunately, there are
no more places at this time.

We can only accept children
and one primary carer.

ANNOUNCER 1: (OVER PA)
We're taking children
and one parent only.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
R: Look, it's okay.

I'll come back for you,
er, when things are calmer.

There'll be food here.

It'll be good
for you both, okay?

Okay, well, no, no, no,
none of us'll go.

No, you have to.

No, we'll just...
we'll just keep driving.

R: If you're here, you're safe.

(SNIFFLES)
R: 'Cause...

(ZEB CRIES)

...I can't protect you.

I can't protect you or Zeb,

and... and it will feel good
to just know that you're safe.

I don't give a fuck
what will feel good.

We have a baby.
I know.

No, you have a baby.
(VOICE BREAKING) We're a family.

(VOICE BREAKING)
I feel like I'm dying.

(MOTHER SOBS SOFTLY)

I will let you down.

We stay together.

We stay together. (SNIFFLES)

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

ANNOUNCER 1: (OVER PA)
Unknown vehicle
arriving at the gate. Over.

V: So, it's shelter 26.
It's breakfast at 7:00.

Er, we have a strict
lights-out policy at 9:00.

Now, you need to check the rota
for any laundry.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

And at the moment
we don't have any hot water,

so it's cold showers only,
I'm afraid.

And this is your bed. Okay?

Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MOTHER SHUSHES)

(ZEB WHIMPERS)
(MOTHER SHUSHES)

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
(ZEB COOS)

(SIGHS)

(ZEB CRIES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
O: There we go.

Come on. There we go.
REFUGEE 1: Please.

O: Baby, baby.
REFUGEE 1: Just do it.

REFUGEE 2: I can't put...
I can't...

Come on, baby boy.
(C COOS)

(COOS)

(BROODING MUSIC PLAYING)

ANNOUNCER 1: (OVER PA)
We would remind you,

that there is no smoking
inside the building.

(TRUCK ENGINE RUMBLING)

You taking it all in? Hmm?

(KISSES) What you looking at?

ANNOUNCER 2: (OVER PA)
Shelter 27,
lunch is now postponed.

(SHELTER OFFICERS SHOUTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MOTHER: Hey. Ooh!

(ZEB COOS)
(SIGHS)

REFUGEE 3:
You think you're clever?

Have you taken my pillow?

Who the fuck do you think
you are? Have you taken
my pillow?

REFUGEE 4: Hey!
REFUGEE 3:
Have you taken my pillow?

REFUGEE 5:
Will you pack it in?

REFUGEE 4: Sit down.
It's all good.

REFUGEE 3: (SHOUTING) I can see
that's my fucking pillow!

REFUGEE 5: Pack it in.
REFUGEE 6: Behave yourselves.

(REFUGEES CLAMOUR)

I'm telling you,
you've got the wrong guy.

(REFUGEES CLAMOUR)

Move your hands off.
That's my fucking pillow!

And you know full well.
REFUGEE 6: Lads!

Enough!
REFUGEE 3: It's my pillow!

Get the fuck off me.
It's just a pillow.

REFUGEE 3: Move back!

(REFUGEES CLAMOUR)

REFUGEE 6: You two,
behave yourselves.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
The whole city's gone under.

(SCOFFS) It's just sewage
and dead animals.

And we almost left it too late.

I don't know why.
I just thought we could...

I just thought we could sit it
out or something, you know?

Mm-hmm.
Everybody did.

How old?
Er, he's three months.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) She's five.

She's sweet.
O: She's all right.

I'm not gonna throw her
out of a window,

but she's gotta stay cute.
(MOTHER CHUCKLES)

Oh!

We've been here a month.

There are worse places.

Like, actually.
I've been in them.

We were in one before here
and a refuge before that.

That's a lot to cram
in five months.

Oh, yeah. She's busy. Got plans.
(C COOS)

(O SNIFFLES)

P: That woman, the woman
in the bed next to me,

she had to leave.
Raiders stole all her food.

Too slow. Oh! (LAUGHS)

(SNIFFLES) As soon
as she was born, he bailed.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Took one look at the pair of us
and said, "No, not having that".

I guess I should be
in shock still.

But then all of this happened

and I genuinely
couldn't give a shit.

(SNIFFLES)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT)
(CROWD CLAMOURING IN DISTANCE)

O: He's probably dead.

Yeah, he would have panicked.

He can't swim.

(CHUCKLES)

He would have been terrified.

Absolutely shitting himself.
(CHUCKLES)

I hope it was quick.

Where's your, er...
Dead, probably.

I mean, maybe. I don't know.

I mean, I don't know.
He isn't here.

You know what? You go.

I'll hold him
and then we can switch. (SNIFFS)

MOTHER: Are you sure?
Yeah.

ANNOUNCER 3: (OVER PA)
Lights out at 9:00 p.m.

Thank you.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES DEEPLY) Where is he?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS) Fuck!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Fuck's sake.

(SIGHS)

(ZEB CRYING)

MOTHER: I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ZEB CRYING)
REFUGEE 7: For God's sake.

(ZEB CRYING)
(REFUGEE 7 SHUSHES)

Come on. Come on.

O: Are you okay? He needs milk.
(ZEB CRYING)

REFUGEE 7: Shut the fuck up.
O: No, you shut up, dude.

Come here.

(ZEB WHIMPERS)
(O SHUSHES)

Yes!
(LAUGHS)

O: A little sheep sound.
(IMITATES SHEEP)

(COOS)
O: Ooh!

(GASPS) The trees!
(ZEB COOS)

What's that?

(COOS)
(GIGGLES)

It's so perfect.
(BABIES GIGGLE)

She's coming to get you, Zeb.
Here she comes.

(C GIGGLES)
(O CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
There's this commune
on an island.

MOTHER: Right, course.
O: I know.

Of course there's
a fucking commune on an island

that's full of rich people
making sourdough.

And my friend is there.

She's one
of the founding members.

That's a thing.
That's how she talks.

Okay.

O: She used to be
in stocks and shares and...

I don't know
what I'm talking about.
Can you tell? (CHUCKLES)

I mean, I used to blow-dry
politicians' hair

before they spoke
about the economy
on breakfast television.

We're doomed.
Yeah.

O: She had some sort
of epiphany one day.

Not like...
like a religious thing.

More like, "Oh, fuck.
What am I doing with my life?"

"Like, does this actually have
meaning or..."

Mm. And so she just decides
she's not fucking doing that
any more,

and she has all this money,

so, well, she goes
and she sets up this commune...

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

O: Just have to figure out
how to get there.

(ZEB WHIMPERS)
O: You should come.

What?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PANTS)
Can we go to sleep now, please?

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(GATE CLATTERING)
(SIREN BLARING)

(REFUGEES CLAMOURING)
(RAIDERS CLAMOURING)

REFUGEE 8: Keep moving!
Just keep moving!

RAIDER: Move! Move! Move!

(SIREN BLARING)

(MOTHER PANTS)

O: Come on.
Where are you going?

(REFUGEES CLAMOURING)

RAIDER 1: Oi, oi, look at this.
RAIDER 2: A few more over here.

RAIDER 1: Bring that bag.
RAIDER 2: I've got this one.

RAIDER 1: Faster.
Check in there, man.

Check in there.
(REFUGEES SCREAMING)

MOTHER: Where are you going?
(PANTING)

(ZEB SCREAMS)

L: Hey! What are they doing?
Please, please!

L: Get out!
D: They've got babies.

O: Just drive.
D: Come on.

L: Fuck.
O: Go, go, go!

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

(SCREAMS)

O: Can you slow down? Please?

(C CRYING)

MOTHER: Actually,
we can get out here.

O: Stop the fucking car.

(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)

MOTHER: (SHUSHES)
I'm here. I'm here.

O: Cunts.
(ZEB COOS)

MOTHER: He's gonna go back
to the shelter

and we won't be there.
O: Try not to think about it.

MOTHER: (GROANS) I feel sick.

O: Yeah,
that's because you're starving.

MOTHER: Have we eaten
everything?

O: We have
these delicious babies.

(CHUCKLES)
(MOTHER CHUCKLES)

They are delicious.

(ZEB BLABBERS)

O: We'll find something. (SIGHS)

(C CRYING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

O: There's no food.

It's all right. Come on.

AB: Hello?

O: Hi.

AB: Hi.
(ZEB CRIES)

AB: I have food.
(ZEB WHIMPERS)

Here.

O: (SNIFFLES) Thank you.

(SPOON CLATTERING)

Mm.

I'll just...
Mm. Thank you.

Where... where are you going?

AB: Not sure. (SIGHS)

And you're travelling alone?
AB: I am.

O: We're heading
to my friend's commune.

Do you know if we're
near the coast?

Well, there are communes
on all the islands,

so, you want to head
to the northern pier.

That's where I got
the boat from, at least.

But... (INHALES)
...she might have stopped.

I... I don't know.

You've been to one?
AB: Yeah.

(O CHUCKLES)
What?

(AB CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

No, it's... They're perfect.

It's exactly where you wanna be
with your child.

Why did you leave, then?

(SIGHS)

Because they wanted to forget.

(CLICKS TONGUE) And...

I don't want
to forget before, so...

(CLEARS THROAT)
(AB SIGHS)

(AB SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(O LAUGHING)

(AB LAUGHING)
(O LAUGHING)

("CAN'T DO WITHOUT YOU" PLAYING)

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ Can't do without
Can't do without ♪

♪ Can't do without
Can't do without ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ And you're the only thing
I think about ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ It's over I can't tell you ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

♪ And you know you're the one
I dream about ♪

♪ I can't do without you ♪

(FIRE CRACKLING)

It was my fault.

I thought we'd be safer
near a city,

but then we just
didn't get out in time.

It was a bridge. Er...

It was strange. It was so...

simple, straightforward. Um...

I was...

at the end.

They were in the middle,
all three of them.

She had both of them...

in her arms,
and then they weren't there.

(SOBS)

(SOBS)

It was just... just dust.

Underneath them there was water.
Water. (SIGHS) Rubble.

And then there were people
running and screaming.

(SIGHS)

I'm, erm... I'm gonna go back.
(SNIFFLES)

I'm going to go back to the city
to where they were.

I think it'll be sharper there.
Hmm.

Sharper?

(CHUCKLES)

It's fine. I don't speak
to people for days on end.

And then...

when you were dancing
just then...

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)
Thank you.

Thank you.

Hmm.

Goodnight. (SNIFFLES)
Goodnight.

AB: Oh.

(CHUCKLES)

(AB SIGHS)
(ZIPPER HISSING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(ZEB COOING)

(SIGHS)

Good morning.

(ZEB COOS)
(SIGHS)

Why are you so awake?
(ZEB COOS)

BOTH: ♪ I swear it's the truth
And I owe it all to you ♪

♪ 'Cause I... ♪

Again? No?
♪ Had... ♪

BOTH: ♪ The time of my life ♪

♪ Hit it, baby! ♪

What's the part where
they say "The passion"?

Oh, no, we did that?

BOTH: ♪ This could be love ♪

♪ Because I've had ♪

♪ The time of my life ♪

♪ No, I never... ♪

O: This is it.
The northern pier.

(CHUCKLES)

MOTHER: (SIGHS) What's up here?
Hmm? What's up this way?

O: He said
wait here until she comes.

Yeah.
And if she doesn't?

O: She will.

She will. Yeah, she will.

(BABIES COO)

She will come.

She will come.

Hey.

She will come.

(SIGHS)

(SHUDDERS)

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

MOTHER: Fuck.

Hello!

(EXCLAIMS)

Hello! (SOBS)

Hello! We're here!

Something's coming!
Something's coming.

Something's coming! (SCREAMS)

(CHEERING) Something's coming!

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

COMMUNE FEMALE 1: Hi!

COMMUNE FEMALE 2: Oh,
you made it.

O: Hello. Oh, my God,
you're here.

COMMUNE FEMALE 2: My girls.
GIRL 2: How's your baby?

GIRL 1: She's so cute.
COMMUNE FEMALE 2:
How was your journey?

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Do you want to go
and have some dinner?

What?

Do you want to go
and have some dinner?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Now?

Oh, yeah. Yeah,
I think so. Don't you?

Well, I don't know you.
I don't know you either.

It could be a disaster.

♪ Baby now let me hold you tight
My love... ♪

COMMUNE FEMALE 2:
Are you hungry? We've got food.

GIRL 1: You can eat
some of my birthday cake.

O: And this is my friend.
Hiya!

COMMUNE FEMALE 2: Is she coming?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

GIRL 2: Mine looks better
than yours.

COMMUNE MALE: Girls,
make yourselves useful.

NEWS REPORTER 4: Meteorologists
have today announced

the worst of the extreme storms
have finally passed.

This long-awaited news
has paved the way

for the launch
of the official operation

to begin rebuilding our nation.

Bath and other low-lying cities
least affected

are already allowing residents
to return home.

The mayor of London has praised
those who are working tirelessly

to make London safe enough
for civilians

to join the big clean-up
of our capital,

which he believes will be
achievable in the coming weeks.

And, finally,
in a bid to reunite families,

a missing network has been
set up at every super shelter.

The hope is by creating
a centralised list,

families will finally
be reunited...

Can you turn that off, please?

...may also aid
the identification of the...

COMMUNE FEMALE 4: Course.

Can you hand me your bowl,
sweetie?

Thank you. Sorry.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

COMMUNE FEMALE 2: This is nice.
GIRL: Thank you.

I put leeks in
to give it a wee bit...

MOTHER: When we first
got together,

I had this breakdown, I guess.

Yeah, my parents had just died,

both very suddenly,
like, very close together,

and I became terrified of death.

I mean, irrationally,
completely,

overwhelmed
by the fear of dying.

Doesn't sound irrational.
(CHUCKLES)

(SNIFFLES) No, and emotionally,

I mean, of course, emotionally,
it made complete sense.

But logically...

I mean, at that time,
logically, the world,

it offered no real threat and...

God, I couldn't get out of bed.

He was so kind.

I mean, he looked after me
so brilliantly.

We didn't even know each other
that well. (CHUCKLES)

We hadn't known each other
long enough to. Just...

O: I get it.

I went on this mad
"I want a baby" quest.

O: (CHUCKLES) Yeah.
No, I didn't stop. (CHUCKLES)

I mean,
I didn't grieve properly.

Just head down, get pregnant.

Get through it.
Get through it and...

But I think I only wanted one

so I could stop being so afraid
of dying.

You know, so I could have
something of my own

that I would die for
in a heartbeat, in a second.

O: Sounds okay.

I don't think anyone has a baby
for altruistic reasons.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

He was wanted.

A version of him was wanted.
(CHUCKLES)

(INHALES DEEPLY) Hmm.

But the fear of death
doesn't go away.

O: No.
It spreads.

Pulls the baby in.

(SIGHS) And now look.

(SIGHS) What a world. (SCOFFS)

(BABIES COO)

O: Here, you have
an eyelash on your face.

Make a wish.
You do.

(INHALES, BLOWS AIR)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BABIES BABBLING)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Yeah, so,
work sort of sent me here.

I'm more of a, kind of,
"Build your own hut,
eat and kill some roadkill".

Thank you.
What, eat and then kill?

Yeah, that doesn't...
Yeah. Yeah, eat it to death.

Normal. The normal way.
MOTHER: Yeah.

Uh, I...
I think that's impressed you.

(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS) Yeah.

You've totally won me over. Hmm.
R: Yeah.

What about you?
Do you like living here?

Uh, yeah, I love it.
Mm. I, uh...

I really like being indoors.

Mm. Like going into shops,
and ordering food from menus

that someone else has cooked...

R: Okay.
...in a cooker.

Or even a microwave. I'm not...

Okay.
...I'm not fussy.

Well, we're doomed,
then, really, aren't we?

MOTHER: (LAUGHS) Yeah. Yeah,
there's... there's no hope.

(CHUCKLES)
It's a shame.

(WAVES CRASHING)
(OBJECT CLATTERING)

You're not here.

(CHUCKLES)
Sorry.

Some people find it harder.

They have more to give up.

It is difficult,
but this doesn't work.

It stops working for everybody
if one person isn't present.

It isn't real any more.

What you miss doesn't exist.

I'm just... just, like,
having a moment, you know?

Mm-hmm.
Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

F: We're lucky.
Yeah.

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(WHIMPERS)

GIRL 1: Peekaboo!

F: Girls,
come and eat your soup.

It's delicious.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

COMMUNE FEMALE 1: Thank you.

(WATER GURGLING)

(MOTHER BREATHES HEAVILY)

(SNIFFS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY, GRUNTS)

(GIGGLES)
(GIGGLES)

(SCREAMS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(SCREAMS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

No. Of course I'm not
gonna leave the baby here.

What, are you fucking insane?

You can't take him with you.

You don't know
what you're going back to.

What if there's no food?
I'm his food.

F: Not if you fucking starve.
No, no, this is not my place.

This isn't me.

I don't understand
what this means.

This collective
fucking rejection

of the world and everyone in it.

F: That is not what we're doing.
No, I have to tell
my son I tried.

That I didn't just hide from it
or pretend nothing happened.

Okay.

Where are you going to go?

Home. I'm going home.
(ZEB COOS)

O: Please don't go.
(ZEB WHIMPERS)

Don't go.

You can't go alone.

I'll be fine.
It's not about you.

This is a commune.

We exist for our community,
for those who opt in,

who choose to be
in our community

and not the individual,
and we need the boat.

(ZEB COOS)

(SIGHS)

I'll take you first thing.

(ZEB WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS, GASPS) Fuck!

(SIGHS, CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

I don't like goodbyes.

Sorry.

(SIGHS)

You might die.

So might you.

What a fucking horrible thing
to say.

(MOTHER CHUCKLES)

You're a terrible person,
like, maybe the worst.

It just doesn't feel right
being here.

I mean, look at it. It...

it should.

O: Right, um... (SIGHS)

...can you go back inside now?

(SNIFFLES)

Okay.

Well, just say goodnight.
(SIGHS)

Goodnight.
O: Sleep well.

I love you.

MOTHER: (KISSES)
I love you, too.

(KISSES)

(SOBS)

(HUMMING)

(ZEB WHIMPERING)

Hey. (HUMMING)

(SNIFFLES)
(ZEB CRIES)

MOTHER: Hey, hey, hey.

I know, I know. Time out, right?

Hey.

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(HAWK SQUAWKS)

(SQUAWKS)

(SIGHS) Hello.

(SIGHS)

(PANTS)

Oh, Zeb, you stink. You stink!

(ZEB COOS, GIGGLES)
MOTHER: Stinky-poo!

(GROANS)

(ZEB COOS)

Will you carry me now, please?

Huh?

(ZEB GIGGLES)

(MOTHER PANTS, GROANS)

Hey, hello.

Hello. (PANTS)

It's just... it's just me.

I mean, I'm... I'm on my own.
It's just us.

(SIGHS) Can we...

Can we come with you? (PANTS)
(ZEB COOS)

No.

Er, please.
M: No.

Well, I don't... I...
I don't want anything.

I just...
M: No.

I... I have a baby.

I'm... I'm actually trying
to... to...

No. No!
...to get back to the city.

My son, his name is Zeb.
What's your name?

M: No, no, no, no.
E: Shut up.

M: No. No.
E: I'll sort it. It's okay.

M: What you gonna do?
I get it.

E: Right. Let me go.
M: No.

I can walk.
E: Let go of me.

M: No. What you gonna do?
I can, er, walk. We're walking.

It's fine. It's okay.
We can walk.

E: Just let go.

(ZEB CRIES)
E: Just let go.

She's getting
in the fucking car!

(E SCREAMS)
M: No!

E: Get out! Get out!

Get out!
M: Get her out the fucking...

(SCREAMS) No!

You fucking idiot!

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

MOTHER: You can't tell anyone
I did that.

You look very unimpressed.

(CHUCKLES) You look
very unimpressed.
(ZEB COOS)

(SIGHS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(COOS)

OM: (OVER SPEAKER) Coaches are
for clean-up volunteers only.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I repeat, volunteers only.

We can only accept
healthy individuals

willing to work in exchange
for food and shelter.

You need to have identification.
Please have it ready.

MOTHER: Nearly there.

OFFICIAL: (OVER PA)
Line up in single file
along the barriers.

MOTHER: Here we go.
(ZEB CRIES)

MOTHER: Baby.
OFFICIAL 2: You're all set.

Ready for departure.
MOTHER: Baby.

OM: If you have identification,
please have it ready.

OFFICIAL 3: Quick
as you can, please.

Thank you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

FEMALE 3: This way,
please. Come along now.

OFFICIAL 4: Okay,
ladies and gents,

I want you to move forward,
please.

OFFICIAL 3: Quick
as you can. Thank you, sir.

(BROODING MUSIC PLAYING)

OFFICIAL 1: (OVER PA) No smoking
inside the building.

(ZEB COOS)

What do you see?
(ZEB COOS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MOTHER: Where am I?

There I am. Again?
(GASPS) Where am I?

Where am I?

There I am. There I am.

Where am I? (GASPS)

(ZEB LAUGHS)
MOTHER: Where am I, Zeb?

There I am.
(LAUGHS)

(COOS)
MOTHER: Again?

Where am I?

Where am I?

(ZEB LAUGHS)
There I am.

There I am.

(SIGHS)

Where am I?

(SOBBING)

There I am, yes.

(ZEB LAUGHS, COOS)

(SNIFFLES, SOBS)

I don't know where I am.

Where am I, Zeb?

(ZEB COOS)
I don't know.

I don't know.
(ZEB COOS)

Mummy doesn't know.
(ZEB LAUGHS)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)

MOTHER: Hello.
Hi.

(SIGHS)

This is gonna be
a big clean-up, Zeb.

I might need a hand with this.

(GASPS) This was yours.
You're too big for that now.

(GASPS)

It's still beautiful.

(SIGHS) Right.
(ZEB COOS)

MOTHER: Would you like
to see the kitchen?

(BABBLES)

MOTHER: Oh, thank you.
That's okay. You have it.

Are you just gonna
watch me work?

I like your style.

I like your style.
(ZEB GIGGLES)

(COOS)

(DOOR CREAKS, CLOSES)

R: Hello?

(SOBS SOFTLY)

(EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(ZEB COOING)

Oh, my...

Hello.

(COOS)

(COOS)