All language subtitles for +Speak.No.Evil.2024

Mom, you said ten minutes.

No, I said when I've warmed up.

-Mom. -Agnes, indoor voice.

We're not indoors.

Yes, but there are other guests here.

Hey.

Is this chair free?

Um, yeah, sure.

Oh. Super. Super.

-Signore. -Oh, thank you. Grazie.

That's for you, kid. Get it down your neck.

-Thank you. -Cheers, my dears. To us.

: Oh, we're on our holiday now.

You want a beer?

It's a little early.

-But if you want one. -Nah.

Come on. We are getting in it.

Please don't give Agnes any apple juice before bed.

-Sì, signora. -And you've got Hoppy?

-Mm. -You got my number?

-Sì. -Okay.

- Love you, sweetheart. -Love you.

Okay. Bye.

-Bye. -Ciao.

I swear, that bunny.

We need to stage an intervention.

And start World War Three?

Look, she's with a stranger in a strange place,

-and he makes her feel safe. -Yeah, well, she's 11.

Ben.

Can we agree not to sit next to the Danish couple this eve?

If I have to hear one more word about their

: "cooking class."

: Today, we made the ravioli con funghi.

You should come to the class tomorrow,

because I believe they're making the gnocchi.

-Mm. -Oh, it's gonna be great.

And you will love Giorgio, who teaches us.

He knows everything about Italian food,

and he even invented some variations of these courses.

You know, there's 23 different...

Geez. 46 euros for risotto?

-Dad. -What?

Agnes, keep your voice down.

I can't, I can't find Hoppy.

Okay, honey. Let's calm down, okay?

Did you leave him in the car or...?

No. No, I think I had him at the church.

All right, all right. Don't worry. We'll find him, okay?

-All right? -It's okay. Baby, it's okay.

Here, Daddy's gonna find him. Come on, let's go sit down.

-Let's do some... -Louise, come on.

Ben, I can't handle another meltdown, okay?

Louise, I'm...

Come on. Let's sit down. Let's do some breathing.

-: Fucking bunny. -Okay. Breathe in.

-One, two, three.

Hold.

One...

Coniglio? No? C-Coniglio?

No.

Grazie. Grazie.

Whoops, sorry. Whoa!

Oh. It's so bumpy.

Watch out, watch out, watch out.

Ah!

Oh, Dad, look, they found Hoppy.

-Great. -Oh, yeah, Ant, he recognized him from the hotel.

Oh, this is my husband Ben.

Yeah, I-I think I stole your lounger.

-Ah, yeah. -: Yeah.

I'm Patrick Field. This is my wife Ciara.

-Hello. Hi. -Hey.

And, uh, you must be Ant.

Oh, Ant has some trouble communicating,

so he can be a bit insecure.

-Hi, Ant. -That's fine.

-This is Agnes. -And this is Hoppy.

He's my worry bunny. He smells really nice.

-: oh. -aw. -Nice Vespa.

Yeah, isn't she? We got her from Paulo on the front desk.

-Oh. -It's an absolute blast. You should try.

-Oh, no. -Can we? Please, Dad?

-Honey, honey, please. -Oh, wh-what, you don't ride?

-I mean, I can take you. -Yeah.

-Uh, do you have helmets? -I-I promise,

I'll-I'll be really, really safe.

-But legally... -I won't call the fun police

if you don't.

Come on, please?

Oh, it's hard to say no, isn't it?

Uh, okay.

-Okay, give me your... -Yes. -Yay.

Uh, just hold on tight, okay?

-Yeah.

-All right, you holding on? -Yeah.

All right, we'll go nice and slow, okay?

-Yes. -See you guys in a sec.

-Hold on tight. -See ya.

-Bye! -Here we go. Bye.

-She's doing all right.

She's a natural!

-Ooh.

No, she'll be fine.

-Whoa!

That was a bit crazy. Oh!

- Nailed it.

-Yeah.

-That was so much fun. -Yeah? -You did great.

-Say thank you to Mr. Field. -Thank you.

-Oh, no. Paddy, please. -Thank you, Paddy.

You got it. Anytime.

So, listen, have you guys eaten lunch yet?

Uh, no, we, uh...

No? We were thinking we were gonna hang out

with that really interesting Danish couple.

-You know the ones? -Uh...

-I'm j-just messing around. -Oh.

-But, uh, seriously,

there is a really nice place around the corner.

So we make the decision

that we're gonna move to London.

Fly over, find an apartment,

you know, I'm hiring great new people,

and then...

Global economy tanks.

I get a call from Chicago.

"Uh, Ben, about that UK office we wanted you to set up."

Aw, man, that's got to be a kick in the balls.

Yeah. They gave me a good severance.

Yeah? That's redundancy.

And, Louise, do you work?

I do. Yeah.

Uh, I'm, uh, I'm in PR.

Or I-I was. I am--

I, um...

I don't have quite the-the same network in London.

Yeah, we're still finding our way.

But we've decided to stay in London because we love it.

We're two hours from here or Paris or Rome.

The West Country.

-I don't think we've made it out there yet. -Uh-uh.

-What? Oh, my.

Right, that's it, then.

You have to come and visit. Really, it's beautiful.

Yeah, that'd be great.

Yeah?

Yeah.

-Done.

-Well, all right, then. -So what do you got?

You got another job lined up or...?

Well, I'm still processing.

Look, I remember, before I quit my practice, I--

-What was I like? -Uh, miserable.

I was miserable.

-You're a lawyer? -No, doctor. -Oh.

But now, do a little bit of work

-with Médecins Sans Frontières, and I'm... -He is...

-Oh, wow. -Wow. -He is so much happier.

I'm so much happier.

Anyway, this tagliata is delicious.

How's your polenta? Looks a bit dry.

No, it's fine.

So you're a vegetarian?

For animal welfare or personal health?

Yeah, for-for health benefits

and the animal welfare and the environment.

No, no, no. You don't have to go on.

It's-it's the future.

Mom, can we go play on the swing?

-Uh, yeah. -Don't you want a dessert?

No, no, she's already had her ice cream for the day.

-Oh, wow, you guys are tough.

Ant, you can play, but stay where we can see you, okay?

And don't disturb anyone, okay?

Oh, that's all right. The Italians love children.

Not like the French.

It's so great for Ant to find a friend to play with.

At the hotel, the other families' kids,

they all seem to know each other.

And, well, Ant struggles.

-Um... -Could I?

He, um, he has a condition.

Congenital aglossia.

Um, laymen's terms,

he was born with a much smaller tongue than you or I.

-Makes it hard for him to communicate. -Ah. -Mm.

But look, these two, they're getting on great guns.

Shame they can't stay this age forever.

Oh, shit.

-The Danes. -Oh, no.

Hey.

He's seen us. He's totally seen us.

Oy. Go with me on this.

Torsten.

-Yeah. Hi. -Hey.

-Hey, have you guys eaten? -No, we haven't.

Do you want to come join us?

Actually, we could use your help with a, uh,

-quite important debate. -Yeah.

Sorry. This food is so rich.

We're debating toilet paper protocols.

So, uh, to scrunch or to fold. What do you do?

Uh...

I don't know.

Oh, all right.

Well, Louise is fold, Ciara is scrunch,

but, you see, Ben and I, we worry that if you fold,

you risk a puncture and you get a bit of poo on your finger.

So, what should we do, get another three chairs?

No, no, we were actually just looking

to make a reservation for later, so...

Oh, all right, man. Um, okay.

Well, see you guys back at the ranch.

Yeah.

-Bye, then. -Cheers.

-What?

Paddy, you're terrible.

-Terrible. -You do not know the half of it.

A hundred percent, sure.

Was it last year or the year before we went there?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, Torsten, you haven't said. Fold or scrunch?

-Oh, man.

I know. I'm really sor-- I'm really sorry.

Anyway, sorry, mate.

Here we go.

Tre, due, uno.

-To new friends.

To new friends.

Oh, God.

Remind me why we live in London again.

Come on. Go inside. Let's go.

All right.

Good night, honey.

And Hoppy.

Hon, you remember our agreement?

Hoppy gets his own room before Christmas.

Right? You're almost 12 years old.

Love you.

I love you, too.

I don't think Hoppy's getting his own room before Christmas.

I mean, Louise, do you think we should worry

-about why the... -Ben, would you...

She'll hear you.

It's probably better that she does.

Are you okay?

I got a call from the headhunter today.

I didn't get it.

Oh.

Honey, I'm sorry.

-It's Penny. -Mm.

Agnes's math tutor. You want to read it?

No.

-: Goddamn.

Uh, look who wrote us.

Your friend.

"Ciao, Ben and Louise.

"We so miss our amazing week together in Italy.

"You really must come visit the farm. What do you say?

"A long weekend of Devon air, fresh food and long walks.

"Ant sends Agnes good vibes.

-He really misses her."

Very sweet.

Hey.

Maybe this will be good for her.

Uh, for us. You know, change of scenery.

Yeah.

It's maybe a bit long to spend with people we barely know.

Yeah.

You're probably right.

Anyways.

-You know what?

I think we should go.

-Yeah? -Yeah. Be fun.

Yeah?

Oh, gosh.

Look at that.

Yeah. Look at that.

Are you sure we didn't miss the turn or...

Well, I don't know. We haven't seen the-the war memorial yet.

-Ben, please don't get angry.

I'm not angry.

C-Can you call them or-or ask or...

There's still no...

Oh.

Oh. War memorial!

Left. Left, left, left.

-Baby. -Hmm?

We're here.

Get me out of this car.

-Hey! -Hey! -Hey!

-You made it. -Hi.

We thought you were lost.

-Oh, no. -Ah. Well, we thought we were lost.

-No, we didn't. -Oh, yeah?

Good to see you, darling.

-Come on. We'll get you in. -This place is just so...

Oh, wow. Oh, sorry, shoes.

Oh, no, you can leave them on. Don't worry.

-Sorry for the mess. -Oh, no.

-Shall we put your bag in your room? -Yeah.

-Wow. -You like it?

-Wow, this place.

Innit? Let me get you a drink.

Ooh.

-Very steep. -Here we go.

Wow.

Cozy.

Cider.

From our very own farm apples.

-No. -Yeah.

That's the good stuff, right?

-Strong.

Just you wait till you try our calvados.

-It's 150 proof.

Ant?

It's Agnes.

Oh. Say hi to Ant, sweetie.

Hi, Ant.

Oh, he's just a little shy.

Look, Agnes, we made you a little bed.

Do you like it?

Yes.

It's great.

Ant, it's time for dinner.

-Come down when you're ready. -Yeah.

Oh, and we got you this.

Oh, a candle. You shouldn't have.

This is, uh, Feu de Bois.

It's the scent of a log fireplace.

That's good. We can stick it next to the log fireplace.

And for the football fan. Hut, hut!

Ah, Ben, Ben, you shouldn't have, man.

-That's really-- Ant. -Ah, please.

Ant, what do we say?

That's my boy. Hut! I'm coming for you, boy.

I'm trying to get him to play more contact sports, you know?

It's good... It's good...

-It's good for them, you know? They need that outlet. -Yeah.

God, I used to love a tear-up, man.

What about you? Do you play ball?

-Yeah, I mean, a little. -Oh, yeah? Hut.

-Wh-Whoa, whoa.

My reactions ain't what they used to be either.

All right. Rosse Arance di Sicilia.

It's Italian blood oranges.

-But look at the color in the... -Mm-hmm. -Ooh.

Wow.

You are VIP guests.

When Paddy heard you were coming,

he butchered Libby, our prize goose,

and has been hanging her in the outhouse.

She was some bird, Libby. Regal girl.

Real queen of the farmyard, you know?

I mean, what was she like?

-She had personality. -She had personality.

Ta-da!

-Libby à l'orange.

All right. The old man's carving forks.

Sous chef, if you please.

-Just to... -Raised with love.

Free-range.

Our wheat,

our grass, our orchards.

And now, Louise, my love.

Our gift to you.

: Oh, God, that is so...

It-It's just a tiny morsel.

-Um, I'll try it.

Well, we thought, for the lady.

It's the best part of the roast.

Really crispy and yet somehow manages to be soft

-all at the same time. -Mm.

Mmm. Mmm.

-It's good, right? -Mm-hmm.

-It's okay? -Mmm. Very good.

Can I, uh, can I help out with anything?

Oh, what a gent. Uh, yeah, that would be great.

Uh, serving platters, second shelf.

Oh, they're just round there.

-Ah. -Thank you.

-Ant, come on, mate.

Bedtime. Chop-chop.

That's my boy.

-Kids, right? -Yeah.

-Geez.

Are those original to the house?

Yeah. Keeps the heat in, keeps the highwaymen out.

Geez, it's so quiet around here.

I mean, do you guys even have any neighbors?

Yeah, all the way across the valley,

but, you know, we look after each other.

Ours are across the hall,

: and I don't think we've ever spoken.

Louise, you have a bad neck?

No, uh, it's just something that flares up sometimes.

Medicinal? It's homegrown.

No, thank you. I took a pill.

Oh, modern medicine.

It is amazing.

But too often we treat the symptom.

We don't treat the cause.

You know, technology's advanced incredibly,

but emotionally speaking,

we're all still just...

cave dwellers.

It's all this perfect life, Instagram, Facebook bullshit.

Everybody talking but nobody being honest.

It's left us--

I don't know-- impatient and stressy.

The Internet's been down a half a day,

and I've nearly bloody killed him, so...

I love it out here.

It's like a digital detox.

You know, get away from London for a while.

-Yeah.

Is he, is he all right?

Oh, no, no, he's fine.

-Yeah. -Um, he'll crash in a minute.

He does this sometimes.

It's just part of his condition.

He's not in pain?

-Uh, no. -Okay.

No, no, no. No pain.

-You know, I'm gonna just check on Agnes. -Yeah. Yeah.

Wait. No, no, no, no, no.

-He's conked.

Wow.

You should've said something to him.

They killed Libby, the golden goose.

I was trying to make an effort.

I know. I know.

Oh.

-Ew. -What?

Ben.

Do you think these have been washed?

Oh, I think we should say something.

No, honey, that is an old stain.

Look, we're in the country, all right?

-Our normal isn't their normal.

They're just a bit more-- I don't know-- unvarnished.

You don't think it's weird for a doctor

to live in a house like this?

Look, this isn't America, all right?

He does nonprofit work.

And they probably choose to spend their money

on less material things, you know?

Like vacation.

Mm-mm.

Do you have any idea what the inside of Downton Abbey

actually looks like?

It's a shithole.

Hey.

Thank you for making the effort.

-You're welcome.

Hello? Oh.

: Hi, baby.

I can't fall back asleep.

-Oh, honey. That's all right. -That's okay. Come on.

Let me get your breathing app going for you.

No, no, no, I have it here. Come on. Come in bed, baby.

Come on, come with Mom.

-Can we keep the light on? -No.

No, honey.

Here we go.

-Okay.

We just need to calm down.

Settle in.

I promise you guys, it's gonna be a great weekend.

Have a look in there. What's that?

That's called "gills."

Oh, be careful. That's really sharp.

-It's firethorn. -Oh.

Don't want you getting hurt, do we?

So you just got to start slowly.

It has to warm up.

Hard.

Wait, wait, see? You see?

-Mm. -Ooh.

Cheeky bastard.

-You should have brought your rifle, hmm? -Yeah.

-: I'm glad you didn't.

An American who doesn't like guns?

Oh, well, I saw my share growing up.

If unchecked, foxes, they kill all the ground-nesting birds.

Predator control is essential to a balanced ecosystem.

-Balanced ecosystem. -Mm.

Yes, I'm sure a factory-made firearm is

nature's way of keeping that delicate balance.

Mm.

-Mom? -Ah. Excuse me.

Look at this.

You... Ant?

Do you think you could move, honey,

so that Agnes can have a swing?

Uh, oh, hello.

Um, do you mind asking Ant if he'll move?

-Just so that-- Agnes wants to have a go. -Come on, pal.

-Just for a second.

Give you a piggyback, yeah? Come on.

Go on.

I'd have felt the back of my dad's hand by now.

Paddy, Paddy. I-It's okay. You don't, you don't have to.

It's all right, it's all right. You want to, don't you, mate?

Go on. Give Agnes a push.

Good boy.

: Oh, come on, that is not a push.

There. That's my boy.

-You flaring up? -Yeah, it's just a...

-May I? -Oh.

Go on, loosen your knees.

Oh, wow.

Yeah.

Your levator scapulae is like a rope.

-Can we just...

Yeah.

I know what you need.

Cold water therapy.

Clinically proven to reduce inflammation and? Anyone?

Boost the immune system.

-Oh. -Yeah.

W-Well, we didn't bring our swimsuits.

Oh, that's all right. You can keep you knickers on.

Oh, what happened?

: Oh, um...

Oh, uh, it got a little bit out of hand last night.

: I fell off a ladder, picking apples.

Come on, you lot.

Get your kit off.

I promise we'll whack up the heating in the car afterwards

and we will be warm again in no time.

You shouldn't be shy, Louise. Got a great body.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah.

Right. Make sure when you jump out, clear the rocks.

All right. Ant, Agnes, jump with the dads, yeah?

-Ready? In three, two... -Oh, hold on.

One-one second. Sorry, sorry. Uh, uh...

-Is it safe? Is it deep enough? -Uh, yeah.

I've done it hundreds of times, since I was her age.

Yeah, just mind you clear the rocks.

All right, in three, two, one, go!

-Oh! Whoo!

Go on, boy!

-Paddy, can he swim? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Same way I learned: sink or swim.

He'll be fine. Go on, Ant.

Oh, my God, can Ant... can Ant swim?

Oh, don't worry. Paddy's got him.

Shall we?

Oh, um... uh, y-you go ahead.

Okay.

-Come on, Louise! -Go, Louise!

-Come on!

-Come on, jump, jump, jump! -Come on, jump!

: Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!

Jump! Jump! Jump!

- Oh, God. -Geez!

That's a fucking fire hazard.

Look, Louise, do you want to take a nap?

Yeah, in their dirty bed?

Okay, let's everybody just...

I'm sorry.

I am trying. I really, really am.

I just...

I don't find them that pleasant to be around.

Okay.

Maybe we could use my neck as an excuse.

-To leave?

-Hey. -Hi.

Am I interrupting?

N-no.

Well, Paddy and I would like to invite you for dinner tonight.

-Ooh. -Yeah, there's this guy Mike.

He's a bit of a local legend.

I mean, rumor is he's a poacher,

but he's an amazing cook.

And, um, he has this little place by the sea.

Private room, like a chef's table type thing.

-Oh, wow. -Mmm.

Yeah, and it's super authentic,

everything fresh, local.

-Um... great. -Great.

-We-We'd love to. -Great.

She seems really unpleasant.

Okay, I was j--

Hey, let's... let's try and reboot.

All right? Remember what Nadine said?

Let's not make the perfect the enemy of the good.

Oh, I hope they have French fries.

Well, I'm sure they will have chips,

because that's what they're called here.

-Oh, wow!

You look like a million bucks.

-Thank you. You look lovely.

You know what they say, man.

Happy wife, happy life.

We don't actually shop that often.

I mean, our philosophy...

Spend wisely on the things that last.

Yeah, that last, like, uh, a watch or a ring or a memory.

-Like Italy.

Yeah, and everything's so disposable now,

so "fast fashion."

Isn't Ant coming?

Hey, Muhj! There he is.

So, Muhjid doesn't speak the best English,

-but he's a great babysitter. -Hello.

You're-- Oh.

Oh, the-- are the kids not coming with us?

Oh, no, tonight's without the kids.

Didn't I tell you that?

Muhj had to flee the war in Syria.

His hometown, Homs, just obliterated.

Oh.

God, I'm so sorry.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Poor bugger, he's stuck in the asylum system.

Can't officially work.

Don't worry. He's thoroughly trustworthy.

-Back home, he was a teacher. -Oh.

He's great with kids.

The whole neighborhood feels the same.

And not just 'cause he's cheap.

Yeah, and the best part is

if there's any monkey business, we'll get him deported.

-Brother, have a great night. -Come.

Come with me. Let me show you. Come.

So do you think we should leave her with him?

We've had nannies before, and he was a teacher.

Come on, Louise. Let's go have a good time.

- Okay. Bye, baby. -Hey, guys! Coming?

Come. Come, come.

Hey, Paddy.

-Are we almost there? -Very soon.

Wow. Wow, this place.

Oh, my God.

Yep, America's that way. Dinner's that way.

The good news is, we're the only diners tonight.

Oh, it's so cute.

Yep. Not gonna find this on Yelp.

Mike goes out at night on his own, sources all the food.

Incredible chef. He's...

You should taste his game pie.

-It's like...

Amazing.

Um, but just to remember, I'm a vegetarian.

-Wait, yesterday. -I know.

I'm... I should have said something.

I just-- I--

You guys had gone to so much trouble...

-Oh, it's... -Oh, mate, mate.

I feel like such an idiot. I'm so sorry.

It was okay. Uh...

-Yeah, it was okay. -Okay?

Really, don't worry about it.

Great. But you do still eat fish, yeah?

-Yes. -Great. But-- Fish is not a meat?

Of course.

But, you know, it's better for the environment.

Yeah, but the way that industrial fishing

treats the oceans.

That is why I fundraise for sustainable fishing

and for ecolabeling on packaging...

That kind of pescatarianism is a privilege.

Absolutely, but that's not a reason not to do it.

What if you can't afford line-caught?

Well, surely you're not advocating

we all eat factory meat.

Rather than, you know, Libby.

It's... complicated.

Can we agree?

It is. It's complicated. It is really complicated.

And complicated is good.

Too many people these days are afraid of honest debate.

Aren't they? We're all too fucking polite.

-Hey. Look at this sucker. -There you go, eh? -Whoa.

Now, we trust that this is

sustainably sourced seafood, Mike.

Yeah, well, it's, uh, it's done with Devon butter,

uh, wild samphire, forest-foraged mushrooms,

cooked in, uh, sustainable Devon cream, eh?

-Fantastic. -Yeah.

Uh, not the poisonous ones, right? We can trust you, Mike?

Oh, well, that would be telling, wouldn't it?

Right. Pot time.

...24, 25...

...26...

: Under the bed.

...27, 28...

-...29... -Whoa.

-That's a lot of watches. -...30.

: Ready or not, here I come.

I don't understand.

: Hello.

Where are you, little creatures?

You know, they say, you either become

-like your parents or you go the opposite way, right? -Mm.

I never met mine.

Hey, that's their loss, baby.

-Their loss.

Mine were, if you'll excuse the French, a couple of cunts.

So, you went the other way or...?

"They fuck you up, your mum and dad.

"They may not mean to, but they do.

"They fill you with the faults they had

"Then add some extra just for you.

"But they were fucked up in their turn

"By fools in old-style hats and coats,

"That half the time were soppy-stern

"And half at one another's throats.

"Man hands on misery to man.

"It deepens like a coastal shelf.

"Get out as early as you can,

And don't have any kids yourself."

-Hey.

Baby.

: She fucking...

She rescued me, this one.

Saved me from the pit.

-Straightened me out.

And it's been what now?

17 years.

-17 years. -Wow.

You get less for murder.

And, you know, we still... you know, every day.

-Every day? Oh, my God.

Fuck. Ben's lucky if he gets it once a month.

-What? -Oh.

Well, you've got to work at it.

I know.

I mean, sometimes we role-play.

- -Yeah. -No.

-Seriously. -Yeah.

Teacher and student.

Mm.

Rock star and fan.

Strangers at a bar.

Horny waitress and hot customer.

Oh, my God.

-Sir? -Mm-hmm?

How was your food?

It was tasty, but I do like more spice.

-Do you? -Yeah.

: Stop it.

Well, maybe for dessert, we can go for something off menu.

Yes, please.

Oh, no.

Oh, sir, I think you've dropped your napkin.

-I did. Fuck. -I'll just slip under the table

and sort that out for you.

: Okay.

: We were not really.

Oh, I love this woman.

Love her.

What is the biggest sexual organ in the body?

Mm?

The brain.

What we can imagine is infinitely more sexy

-than what we can do. -Mm-hmm.

Just-just keeps it fresh.

Which is why we both like to dine out sometimes.

Yeah. Yeah.

-Yeah.

Oh.

We think it's healthy. Mm.

- -Mm. Okay.

-Oh, my God. I love this tune.

Mike, bang it up, will you?

-My dear?

So, she was how old when they met?

-Louise, don't go there.

- That is punchy. -Um, Paddy... -

-Worth every penny, Mike. -Paddy. We'll pitch in.

Oh, that's very kind of you, man. We'll get the car, okay?

Thank you, kind sir.

Ant, what are you doing?

God. Ant, what did you do?

How did you get those?

Oh, she's an angel.

New book?

Yeah. Um, Paddy recommended it.

Wow, you guys should go off together.

What?

Or I could just switch rooms if you like.

Louise, what the fuck is wrong with you?

-What? -Why would you say that

after everything that we've been through?

Hey, I was joking.

Yeah, no, but you do it all the time.

You know, b-belittling me.

I mean, saying that I'm lucky to get laid?

Ben, that was a joke.

Yeah, but it's not fucking funny.

Not when you're sexting a dad at your daughter's school

-like a fucking teenager. -Okay. Okay. Ben.

-Ben, please. -Well, think about it.

-How does that make me feel when you say that? -I know.

I know, and I have said that I am sorry a thousand times.

But I-I don't know what to do anymore.

I mean, it's been six months.

-We've been over this with Nadine a thousand times. -Yeah.

Yeah, that it's my fault.

-No, no, no, no. -And Aggie...

I take responsibility for my actions.

-But you... you are so angry. -Yes!

-For seeing another man's dick on my wife's phone? -

Please. Listen.

I am not excusing that,

but you were angry long before that, okay?

You are so bitter at the world for not giving you

what you think you deserve that-that you don't

-see all the things in front of you. -

You can't turn this all on me.

I moved to London for you.

I upended my life.

I lost my job. I lost my house.

I lost everything that makes me me, for you.

And when you lost your job, I agreed to stay

and help you and support you

and keep your life running smoothly

so that you could have access to all of Europe.

But where the fuck is my access to my husband?

You know, I-I don't know if you're with me

because you love me or because you just can't stand to fail.

: Look.

Louise, I'm...

I do care.

I'm...

I'm really trying.

Yes.

We both are.

Let's...

please...

be friends.

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

: Agnes, baby.

Ben.

Ben.

What?

-We're leaving. -What?

Mom? Where's Hoppy?

Uh, I-I don't know.

Did you have him when we left?

I don't think so.

Sweetie, he's not there.

I want Hoppy.

Agnes, you got to grow out of this.

You're almost 12 years old.

Ben, it's not helpful. Please.

Listen, when we get home, we'll ask them to mail him, okay?

He'll get hurt like Ant.

Honey, Ant's not hurt. He was born like that.

-We'll buy another Hoppy. -No, I need my Hoppy!

Agnes, please calm down, okay?

-They're gonna do that to Hoppy! -Breathe. Agnes!

-Hey! Enough!

-Hey!

Oh, my God!

Oh, Jesus.

Oh. You okay? Are you okay?

We can't leave him there. We can't leave him there.

They're gonna do that to Hoppy.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

All right. I'll be right back.

What if they're awake?

Louise, just give me two minutes, okay?

Okay.

-Be right back, okay? Okay?

-No. No. -Louise, um,

j-just go back to the car.

-I'll be there in two minutes.

Look, like I said, we didn't want to, like, wake you...

-What? -What's going on?

Uh, we've got a bit of a situation.

Someone was leaving without saying goodbye.

No, look, I was just saying to Paddy we had such a good time.

Well, then I've got to ask again, wait, why did you leave?

-Be honest.

Look, look, some-some things happened

that made us feel like it was best that we head back home.

What things? Uh, I think we deserve to know.

Mm-hmm.

A-Agnes doesn't like sleeping on the floor,

and so she-she comes into the room at night

and the-the bed's really small, so we...

-I'm sorry that our house isn't huge... -No, it's not...

...and that Agnes doesn't feel comfortable

-in Ant's room, but... -No!

She was in your bed.

-What? -Yeah.

-Who? What? -Our daughter was in your bed.

-Yes, I'm sorry. Okay? -Ciara?

Paddy was asleep for the whole thing.

That's my fault, okay?

Well, I'm-I'm sorry, but-but that is crossing a line.

-I mean, th-that is not okay. -Uh, it's my fault. I'm sorry.

I'm-I'm sorry.

I... Look, I know I can be overprotective as a mother.

Wh-What does that have to do with it?

We had a baby daughter.

Uh, no.

Mary.

And, um, she died at 12 weeks of a cot death.

We would've been the perfect family.

So hearing Agnes crying, it just...

Um, so, she was just-- she-she was--

She kept calling for you, and-and you didn't come,

and she was beside herself, scratching herself and...

Well, and you weren't there, so...

Look, you-you know how hard it is trying to decide

when to intervene and when to give them space,

and I'm... I'm so sorry if I got it wrong.

I'm so sorry.

-Ciara. I didn't know. -Like, we are...

Mom! Ant found him!

-Oh, good. -Oh.

Good boy. Good boy.

-What's he saying? -PADDY: I think he's trying to say

he's sad you're leaving because...

'cause he wanted to show you the chickens.

-Can we? -Uh...

Hey, you remember that time, the first time you came to stay

and you tried to leave 'cause you flipped out in the night

-and you didn't say goodbye?

Eh?

They look sweet together, don't they?

We wanted another.

But...

after two miscarriages...

Life can be so fucking unfair. Sorry.

I don't understand.

Ant, I can't read it.

-How are your eggs coming along? -Good.

Let's see.

Oh, these are great.

I think, Agnes,

that yours is the best.

Oh.

But it made no sense.

It was gobbledygook.

Can I see it?

He ate it.

I think he's going through a lot,

and we need to be kind.

-Okay? -No, something's not right with him.

: Okay, Agnes,

sometimes it's okay to think things,

but you can't actually say them.

Mom, it's not normal.

Agnes, love,

do you want to come help me peel these?

Some nice carrots, hmm?

Sorry, man.

Oh.

No, here, give me that.

Here we go.

It's not even about the kill for me.

It's always been about the hunt.

You know? Getting them in the crosshairs.

Luring the fish onto the hook. That's the game.

That's what I live for.

Look, maybe this isn't my place,

but last night, we heard you two shouting.

I'm sorry, man.

You know, cheating is really hard to get over.

Louise didn't actually.

It was... it was just text.

Mm. Whatever she did, thoughtcrime or whatever,

just-- who cares?

All this...

all this in here...

That's gonna eat you alive.

You got to let it out.

Will you let me show you something?

-I'm starving!

-And you do it four times. -Could eat a horse!

And then-- Do you want me to show you the first part?

Could eat a Ciara.

So it's like that. One, two...

Oy, oy, come on. Careful, kids. All right?

You knock over one of your mother's sculptures

-and there will be hell to pay.

-Have you shown them these? -No.

Guys, have you seen this? This is Ciara's.

One of many.

It's called Mother's Love.

-Wow. -Oh.

-Yeah? Yeah, one of many. -Oh, God.

-Ciara, those are stunning. -Wow.

-I mean, it's just a hobby. -Hey, don't put yourself down.

That's my job. Louise, thank you so much

-for helping with the cooking. -Yeah. Of course. -Paddy.

Mom. Mom. Can Ant and I show you our dance?

-Oh. Maybe after lunch, sweetie.

Actually, Agnes, could you set the table for me, please?

Oh, yeah. Go on, Agnes.

Show Ciara how good you are at setting the table.

-Ooh. -Oh, God. -What happened?

-Honey, honey, run it under the tap. -Mm, mm, mm.

-You okay? -You all right? -Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Hey, um, uh, Paddy, can you come take a look at this?

-Uh, yeah, sure.

Thank God there's a doctor in the house.

I'm not a doctor.

-What? -Wait.

Well, didn't you say you were a doctor?

Did I?

In-in Italy, you...

Look.

Uh, sometimes when I meet new people, I...

I'll get a little bit self-conscious, you know?

-He just wants to make a good impression. -Yeah.

What do you, what do you do, then?

Well, I don't do anything.

Like, anything?

No. Well, I don't work. I don't believe in it.

-Oh. -Yeah, we get by, right?

-Mm. Mm. -Yeah, we sell a bit of marijuana,

drop a bit of cider to the locals.

Let's get that fixed. Where's the plasters?

Oh.

: Oh, my God.

Look at their faces.

You should have taken a picture.

Of course I'm a bloody doctor.

-Oh! - -We totally had them.

-We totally had them, right? -Well, yeah, I mean...

: You fucking asshole.

Come on. How else could we afford all this?

Come here.

-Here, try that. -What is this?

They say it smells like a rugby club locker room.

Mmm!

Yeah, right?

Agnes, love, you have to eat your vegetables.

...I'm increasingly finding

the simple things in life bring you joy.

Eat your greens, sweetheart.

And, Agnes, we don't chew with our mouths open.

Gorgonzola, Camembert, Emmental.

You can keep it. Stinking Bishop is number one.

-Never had it. -Get it. -Agnes?

Please, could you stop telling my daughter what to do?

Mmm!

But she needs to be told, so...

Yes, but you're not her mother. I'm her mother.

Yeah. But you do agree, right?

That it's disgusting eating with my mouth open.

: Okay.

: Yeah. But it's for her parents to tell her.

-Is that the rule? -Yeah.

Mm. No, Ciara grew up in the care system.

All the kids parenting each other,

doing what they were told.

I mean, she doesn't know "the rules." Sorry.

I didn't mean anything by it, Louise.

To be fair, though, you did cross a line for Louise.

You don't criticize other people's children.

You should say sorry.

: It's okay.

I'm sorry, Louise.

And to Agnes.

I'm sorry, Agnes.

It's okay.

Louise?

There anything you'd like to say?

I-I maybe...

overreacted.

Off we go. It's all good.

It's all good. A healthy disagreement.

Teach our kids we can be honest with each other.

Right, top up.

Agnes, um, why don't you and Ant show us your, um,

your dance routine y'all have been working on?

-: Yes. -Sure.

-Is it all set up, ready to go in the tape deck? -Yep.

All right.

You tell me when you're ready.

Ready.

-Ant, what's...

What's the matter, mate? You're...

I mean, he's completely out of time with the music.

No, no, no. You guys were doing great.

Just-just-just start it again.

Yeah, no, I'll start it again. Sorry about that.

-It's okay. -Ready?

One, two, three.

Fucking hell.

-Ant? Ant.

Wha-- What are you doing?

Come on, man. Concentrate. All right?

Hey, Paddy, they're doing great.

Yeah, but he's got no rhythm at all, and he's spoiling

-the routine. -Paddy, they're just kids.

Listen, my dad always used to say

you have to work really hard at life,

otherwise you will amount to nothing.

Ant, come on, mate.

Feel the music. This is the one, yeah?

Oh, my G-- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Ant. What is wrong with you?

How hard can it be?

Just feel the rhythm in your feet.

Like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Ant, listen to your dad, please.

Come on, look at Agnes. Do what she's do--

-She's doing it. -I don't want to dance anymore.

-Whoa. What... -Honey.

No, she's got to do it. She's got to come back.

-No, she doesn't want to dance anymore. -Go, go. Go.

Go get your friend, boy. Come on.

Mate. Mate.

Honey. One more time.

-Ben. She doesn't want to. -I hear you. I hear you.

One more time. Mm.

Hey.

: Hey. Here we go.

This is the one, boy.

Let me rewind it.

Come on. Come on, come on, come on.

Takes ages.

-Ready?

-No! -Paddy!

-Fuck. -Agnes, come here.

It's all right. It's all right. It's all right.

It's all right, boy. It's all right.

You can still do it on your own.

Five, six, seven, eight. Come on.

-Hey, turn it off. Turn it off! -What? -

-Is there a problem? -Christ, Paddy, he's a child.

What is wrong with you?

Why are you talking to him like that?

Ah. Now you're parenting our child.

Because we do things differently.

-Wow. -Oh.

This is not about doing things differently.

This is about doing what is right, okay?

I mean, y-you should be offering your son

some love while he's crying, not shouting at him.

I mean, come on, Paddy. He's just a kid.

Just let him dance.

That was not dancing. Ant, go to your room.

-God, I can't listen to the way you talk to him. -Paddy...

-Go to your room! -Paddy! -Stop! Enough! Stop it!

-Listen to me.

-Dad.

Sorry.

Let me talk to your mom for just a second, okay?

Jesus Christ.

I want to pack up the car, and I want to leave now.

Okay.

Just... Look, Louise.

We've had a little bit too much to drink to...

No, I don't care. I want to go.

Okay, Louise, we'll go.

-Just... just let me get some coffee in me first. -

-All right? -We shouldn't have come back here.

-You... -Okay.

Jesus, Ben, you have no problem standing up to me,

but you won't say shit to him.

Please don't leave before Paddy's up.

He'll be so angry, and it would be better for me and for Ant.

Wait, is it that bad?

If you could just let him save face.

Like a reminder on your phone

of an appointment you can't miss.

God, he's rubbish, isn't he?

Ant, what is it?

That's your...

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I need to get my parents alone. They'll know what to do.

Dad. Play catch?

When I finish my coffee.

Oh, fuck.

All right, shithead.

What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

: What the fuck?

Oh, coffee.

That's a good lad.

Show me.

Show me love.

You're smelling stale, boy.

Oh, fuck.

: Oh, now you want a piggyback.

You cheeky sod.

Actually, it'll show everyone we're still friends. Come on.

Come on. Hop on.

Oh, fucking hell.

What have you been eating?

Come on.

Hey.

I am so sorry.

I-I just...

I drank way too much, and I was way out of line.

I think we all drank too much.

Where's Agnes?

Here she is.

Hey, honey.

You okay?

Aggie, what's the matter?

-Did you cut yourself? -Oh.

Oh. No.

Uh, okay, that's fine. Come on.

-What's going on? -I'm gonna take you to the bathroom.

-She got her period. -Oh.

- -Oh. Oh, this is all totally normal.

Mom, no, it's not.

Ah! Listen, I need a beer. Do you want one?

No, I'm good.

Whoa! All right.

All right. Where's this newfound enthusiasm come from?

Five more minutes, all right?

Go on, Ben. Put some heat in that arm.

: Whoop! Fuck. Wow.

We're gonna leave, right?

Aggie, we're gonna leave.

We just need to stay calm.

-How can I stay calm? -Okay.

What about Ant? We need to take Ant.

Aggie? Listen.

I need you to be brave, okay? Can you be brave?

-Yeah. -Okay.

You're gonna stay here, and you're gonna sit tight,

and you're gonna lock the door.

Yeah?

-Mom... -Aggie.

Lock the door.

Okay?

Everything all right?

Yeah, it'll be fine.

She just, uh...

got herself into a bit of a state.

Ben, she asked for you.

He's always better with her when she's like this.

Hmm.

-Sorry about this, guys. -No, no, no, no.

No worries.

Hey.

Can we do anything?

No. It'll be fine.

Don't worry.

Okay.

Okay.

Louise. Louise, what are you doing?

Everything okay in there?

Yeah, we're all good.

Anything we can get you?

No, no, no. We'll just be a minute.

: We can't let on.

Yeah?

We can't look stressed or scared.

We just have to go out there and be completely normal, okay?

We've been pretending it's normal since we got here.

This is so not normal.

I can't do this. I can't go out there.

Okay. You're right.

You're right, baby. It's not normal.

And you don't have to pretend it's normal.

I think that we tell them

that you had your first period, yeah?

And-and-and that you're super freaked out

and that even your daddy couldn't calm you down,

so we just need to get you home.

Okay?

Oh, no, no, baby, baby.

All those tears are good.

All those anxious thoughts, you can show them.

-Okay? -Okay.

Okay.

: Okay.

Yeah, all right. See you soon.

-Hey, how is she? -Hi.

Oh, she's, uh, well, she's pretty freaked out.

Oh, bless her.

-Yeah. -It's a big day. -Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

She's just totally overwhelmed and-and, uh...

I think it might be best if we got her home.

-Yeah. -Oh. Okay.

Well, does she want to lie down or...?

No. I-I-I think she just,

she just wants her own bed, right, sweetie?

Yeah, I mean, I-I--

She'll probably just sleep in the car, to be honest.

Aw. It's okay, love.

-: oh. -Oh.

She's just feeling a little self-conscious.

There's no need.

-Perfectly natural. -Yeah.

Yeah, you're not a girl anymore.

You're a woman now.

Must have been a bit of a shock for you.

Out there.

-Would you like a drop of brandy? -BEN: No.

I think we're gonna hit the road.

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

You know, we-we had a really great time.

Well... well, I hope so.

I know we can both be...

-A bit much.

Oh, God. No, no. Really.

-I mean, you-you guys have been... -Aw.

Just a breath of fresh air.

Oh, well, that is very sweet of you to say.

You're sure I can't quickly

make you some sandwiches for the journey?

Oh, that's so kind of you,

but we'll, uh, we'll just stop on the way.

: Oh, shit. The tire.

We'll just drive on it.

No, they're gonna see it.

We'll be gone.

But they have to open the gate.

All right, well, uh, again, thanks so much.

-You're all set? -Yep.

-Yeah. Great. -Yeah.

Oh, you're kidding.

Oh, no.

Ugh.

That is bad luck. Come see.

Yeah. Yeah, you got a nail.

That is really, really bad luck.

Well, um, you have a phone? I can call the AA.

Behave. You don't need the AA.

I can plug this in a jiffy. Come on.

No, it's fine.

W-We got an annual membership.

It's the least I could do, man.

Come on. Come give me a hand with the kit.

Won't be a tick.

Just around here.

Do me a favor.

Grab that jack.

Right.

Well, why don't we call it, uh,

90 for labor, 70 for parts.

Paddy.

All right, gang.

-Let's hit the road. -Yeah.

Agnes, you, uh, got everything you need?

Yep.

-Yeah.

You absolutely sure?

-Mom. -Mm-hmm?

Um...

Oh, no.

How the hell did he get up there?

Ant, you do that?

I just want to be at home.

Well, you can't leave without Hoppy, right, mate?

No, we can't.

I was actually doing the guttering

just before you guys arrived.

You know what, mate? You're taller than I am.

Longer arms and all that.

I'll hold the bottom. You get up there and grab it.

-All good? -Yeah.

Whoop.

Sorry, mate. It slipped.

Don't worry, I've got you.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Careful, mate. Careful.

That's on you.

You all right?

Whoa.

Oh, no.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Agnes.

I think an animal must have got to him.

You all right?

Mm.

It's okay.

We'll get him home and get him all fixed up.

Well, thank you for coming.

-Oh, say goodbye to Agnes. -Bye, Ciara.

Come here, big man. Hug it up. Yeah.

: We won't leave you.

You be safe on those roads, all right?

-Ant? -Hey, you don't get away.

-Come here.

: Yeah.

All right.

Well, next time you guys are in London,

just give us a...

Yeah, yeah, definitely.

Yeah, you guys let us know when you get there.

You could send me a... little text.

Absolutely.

Except you won't, will you?

I'm sorry?

You're still not being completely honest, are you?

No, we're not.

We've been lying to you.

I mean, we're not gonna invite you to London, are we?

We're never gonna see you again because

Ben and I,

we won't be together.

I betrayed Ben with someone else

because I was deeply unhappy in my marriage.

And, uh, I've apologized,

but it has become clear this weekend

that maybe Ben and I can't get past this.

Wow.

Honesty.

Finally.

We believe honesty is the first step to fixing things,

and we think you can.

Ben told me he wants to.

Ben loves you very much, Louise.

I'm sorry. I don't know why I said all that.

No.

No, it's good to get it all out.

I think we should go.

Yeah, we'll send you the bill for the therapy.

And we'll see you both in London.

Yeah.

Ant, could you get the gate for us?

Ant!

-No need, mate.

All right.

All right, everybody, just stay nice and calm.

-What about Ant? -We're gonna come back for him.

We can't leave him.

Baby, if we don't get away, we can't help him.

Okay? You understand that?

All right. Just smile and wave.

Bye.

Dad! Dad, stop!

-What? -He-he threw Ant in the lake!

Shit!

Goddamn it! All right, take the wheel.

-Just drive! -Ben!

Mom, stop!

Ant!

What do we want here? We want... pay and transfer?

200 grand. Fucking tasty.

Uh, make transfer, pay new payee and done.

You're never gonna get away with this.

Mike's already got a buyer for your car.

Next week, you're gonna send an email to your landlord

saying you're moving home.

You'll send another to the school saying the same thing.

You don't know your neighbors, got no fucking job.

Nobody's gonna miss you in a place like London.

Look, you can have whatever you want.

Just please don't hurt my family.

Oh, your perfect fucking family?

You don't even love 'em, mate.

If you did, you'd have left him in the pond with his parents.

Don't worry, mate, you'll be with them soon.

Full amount. Transfer.

Why are you doing this?

Because you let us.

You fucking people.

With your gas-free Teslas

and your... line-caught tuna.

Giving yourself a gold star because you made friends

with a couple with a disabled kid.

Makes me fucking sick.

Agnes, love.

Roll that sleeve up, yeah?

It's-it's all right. It's all right.

It's just veterinary ketamine.

Not gonna kill her.

It's better to sedate.

Otherwise, they wriggle around and make a right bloody mess.

Ant will tell you.

It's just, except he can't.

Ciara, please.

No, you can't let him do this.

It was her who first wanted a kid.

Just never seems to work out, does it, love?

Maybe this time.

Yeah.

Look, Paddy, please.

Hands behind your back.

Louise.

Louise, please don't leave me here with him.

-Ant! -You've seen how he hurts me.

I'm a victim here, too.

Please, please, please. I was his first!

I was Agnes's age!

Please, you've got to believe me!

Please don't leave me here with him!

Fuck her.

-Come on. Come on. -Please! Louise, please!

Come on.

Get in.

Oh!

Shit. Who is it?

-Shit! Shit! -Oh, my God!

In the house!

There's a landline in the house!

Bolt the shutters!

-The fuck! -Paddy.

-Fuck off!

This is your fucking fault.

You nearly fucking shot me!

Baby, I need you with me.

Paddy, mate!

Mate, they're in your house.

They're going nowhere.

Mate, I don't mind providing services

and taking my share, but this...

-They see your face, Mike? -Yeah.

Then you are in this, you like it or not.

Okay.

Um, um, uh, telephone, telephone! Come on.

Thank you.

Um...

Okay.

Oh, no, fuck! It's, um, uh, nine-nine-nine.

Anything?

-Uh-huh. -woman : Emergency. Which service?

What? What?

It's gone dead.

-Um... -Fuck.

Okay.

Ben?

Look.

If we got out there and then down into the woods,

-I mean, in the dark, they... -No. L-Louise, they have guns.

Okay? They-they hunt at night.

Okay, if they get inside, they are gonna kill us.

Louise, I don't know what to do.

: I don't know.

I... I don't know. I'm so sorry, Louise.

I-I should-- I-- Fuck.

I-I should've listened to you.

-It's okay. - No, it's not okay!

Like, I should have not let us come.

I-- We shouldn't have stayed.

-Ben! Stop it!

Listen to me.

Look at your daughter.

Your family needs you.

Dad, I don't like it.

-Okay. -Look, it's okay, honey.

They're just trying to scare us. All right?

It's okay, guys.

Never forget this, Ben!

Louise. Louise.

Look, the thatched roof above the barn.

If we could light that on fire, then someone might see it.

Oh, my gosh.

-Is it gonna work? -Oh, God, I don't know.

It's 150 proof, but...

I don't know.

-All right. -Okay. Okay.

Oh, God. Fast. Go.

Ben, go! Jesus!

Okay.

-Jesus! Oh! Oh, my gosh! -Oh, shit! Louise!

-Oh, no, Ben! Pick it up! -Throw it! Oh!

All right, shoot the gun, and I'll throw it.

-It's our last shot. -Just shoot the gun, okay?

Okay!

Oh, fuck!

Okay, go. Go, go.

Did you get it?

Yeah, honey. Help's on the way.

Okay. Come on. Let's go. Come on.

-Fuck!

Mate, your fucking car's on fire. Let's finish it, eh?

We've got them on the hook, Mike.

I told you, you should just top them first thing.

Why do you do this, play with your food?

You're like my mum's cat.

You go and you get on that roof, yeah?

Okay, you guys sit tight.

You, too, Hoppy.

Now, you don't move and you don't make a sound

until you hear my voice again, okay?

Okay.

Ben, mate?

That you in there?

You gonna give me a little dance, Ben?

You gonna step up or are you gonna let us shit all over you

like that fellow on your wife's phone?

Ben?

If it was just you and him, right,

you've got a gun against his head,

what would you do?

Oh, you've blown up my car, you cheeky cunt.

What was that?

You're gonna have to pay for that, Ben.

Coming in, Ben!

It's the roof.

Ben.

Honey.

Ant!

Where are you, boy?

I know you can hear me!

Oh, you fuck.

Not gonna pretend I'm not angry.

Fuck!

Ah, ya fuck.

-Paddy!

Where is she?

Through there.

Check the cupboard.

-Okay.

Ant, love?

If you make some noise and show us where you are,

we'll go easy on you.

No reason we can't keep you both.

Don't...

and I'm gonna put you feet first

through the fucking wood chipper!

: Let's go up.

-You fucking...

-Go! Go, go, go!

Go! Go! Go!

Oh, shit!

Go, go. Right there.

Water.

-Oh, fuck. Water!

Come on, kids. Go in.

Go in. That way, that way!

Holy shit.

: Just grab his keys.

-What? What? -His car keys.

Through the loft. The loft.

Come on.

-Can you see?

I can see.

Look, look.

You... you have to do this.

You have to go now.

You got to get after them, all right?

This is your fuckup, love. You go fix it or it's over.

Give me it.

Upstairs.

Oh.

Okay. Oh, thank God.

-Okay. Okay. -Oh.

-Dad!

Are you okay?

-Yeah. Yeah. -Okay. Okay.

Come on.

There you go.

-All right. All right. -No.

All right, just be careful.

-Okay. -Okay.

Get on the ladder.

Ciara?

Ciara!

-Dad! Help me! -Aggie!

-Dad, please! -I got you!

I got you. I got you.

Oh, God. Are you okay?

Oh, my God.

All right. Go hide behind the car.

Hey, go through the yard.

Hey.

Go. Go.

Take Ant back to the car. I'll be right behind you.

We go together.

-Oh, God.

Ciara?

-Hey! Hey!

You throw that gun, Ben.

No.

Oh, baby.

Ciara, my darling?

: Ciara. Oh, my darling.

Oh, please. Please.

Do whatever you want to us.

But please...

This peach?

You think I'm gonna hurt her?

You took my Ciara away from me.

She's all I've got to take care of me now.

But I promise you both...

...we'll look after each other.

-No! -Fuck!

Oh, God!

Okay.

Ant, come on.

Ant.

Come on.

That's my boy.