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if you wanted me to,
I'd be the daddy.
- The what?
- The... the dad.
Uh... Of the baby.
T- Take responsibility for it.
- You and me, we could get married.
- Jesus Christ.
- Are you being serious?
- Yeah.
Jed, we're having
a party in here, all right?
- Just don't call over again.
- But...
(ARCHIE) Skunk? Are you okay?
(SKUNK) Why didn't you tell me and Jed
about you and Kasia?
(ARCHIE) I'm sorry.
- I was trying to find the right moment.
- I don't know.
- Kasia, I know you're there!
- Are you?
- I don't know, love.
Because she'll leave us, Dad,
the way she left Mike.
Like Mum left us. Like everyone does.
- No, I won't.
- Yes, you will! Don't lie.
It'll all go wrong, Dad.
Everything always goes wrong.
- Why do only bad things happen?
- Good things happen.
Like what, your sex with Kasia?
- Skunk, listen.
- What about me or Jed or Rick or Mike?
- What about Mike, Kasia?
- Skunk, you need to stop.
I don't want to talk to either of you.
Just get out! It's my room!
So let's, as much as we can,
confine things to the home
for the weekend, okay?
- Yes.
- Just to be safe this first time out.
- Thank you, Doctor. Yes.
- Not at all.
- Best of luck, Rick.
- Thank you.
Have a great weekend.
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Susan. Susan. Susan?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Susan. Susan!
There's blood everywhere.
Why is there blood everywhere?
(SUNRISE) Call an ambulance!
Call an ambulance!
- Susan!
- Call a f***ing ambulance!
- What's the f***ing number?
- 999, you twat!
(MR BUCKLEY) I wonder if she means
we can't have a kick-about.
(LAUGHS) Hmm.
Wouldn't mind
a bit of a kick-about, eh, Rick?
I think I'd rather stay inside, Dad.
Oh, well, yes, you're probably right.
Best to... Best to play by the book.
Oh, Mum's made a cake that's...
it's... it's a bit lopsided.
Just, uh, thought
I should warn you. (CHUCKLES)
Well, what's going on here?
Nothing changes. (SIGHS)
Well, we won't let it bother us, huh?
Hello, my baby. Hello.
(MR BUCKLEY) What's... What's happening?
(MRS BUCKLEY) Oh, just don't pay
any attention. Um... What are you doing?
(MR BUCKLEY) Well, I've got to...
I forgot the milk,
so just put the kettle on,
I won't be long.
- Why isn't she talking?
- Let's just get her in the ambulance.
(SASKIA) She's not even moving.
(PARAMEDIC) Move out the way, please.
(SASKIA) Just hurry up
and get her in there.
(SUNRISE) Just tell them.
(MRS BUCKLEY) Rick. Come on, Rick.
Just... Just come inside.
There's nothing going on there
that's of any interest. Come on.
You getting a good look, are you?
Right, let's go in. Let's go in.
- (SASKIA) Pervert!
- Rick, come on...
it's 'cause of f***ing scum like you
that this is happening.
- (MRS BUCKLEY) Just go inside.
- You sicko!
Go on, just piss off inside,
you f***ing pervert!
F***ing evil bastard!
(SASKIA) You sick...
Cup of tea, love?
Hmm?
Where are you going?
- To... To my room.
- But...
- Just... Just for a little...
- But I made you a cake, love.
- I'll have some later, Mum.
- But you just got here.
Rick, please don't go
to your room. Please, don't.
Don't mind what those people say.
Please, don't.
- But they're right. They're right.
- No, they're not right.
They could not be more wrong.
Rick, you are kind and you are good!
- They're right!
- You are so good.
- No, they're right, Mum!
- No, stop it! Come back, Rick!
Don't go to your room!
Don't go, Rick!
Oh, hello, sir.
Your change, please.
Oh, sorry.
- Miles away. Thanks very much.
- Thank you. Good night.
(MR BUCKLEY) Good night.
(DOOR OPENING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(MR BUCKLEY) Janet?
Janet?
Oh, Christ.
Jesus Christ.
I'm sorry, Dad.
Rick?
- What did you do?
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
What did you do?
I need to call someone.
- It's gonna be all right.
- They'll say I'm bad.
- No, no, no.
- They'll say that I'm bad like before.
They have to come and look
after your mother.
You don't have to tell them.
It's all right, Rick.
- You'll be all right. Everything's fine.
- (DIALLING)
You don't have to tell them.
You don't have to tell them, Dad!
(POLICEMAN) Mr Oswald?
(DOOR OPENS)
Hi, Rick.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(MAN SOBBING)
(NO AUDIO)
(SOBBING CONTINUES)
(NO AUDIO)
(BOB SOBS) I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
(ARCHIE) I'm gonna kill her.
- Maybe...
She knows she can't come and go
as she pleases.
Call her again.
She knows that from the last time.
Skunk. Yeah, it's Dad.
Yeah, listen, love,
I'm really, really, really worried,
so could you call me, please, darling?
All right. It's Dad.
- Where are you going?
- I'm going to look for her.
- Dad.
- What?
I think I might know where she is.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(MOBILE RINGING)
Archie!
- (MIKE) I'm sorry to ring so late.
- Mike.
(ARCHIE) And you come here to...
(JED) Just hang out.
- Whose are the cigarettes?
- They're not mine.
- Can I just... Can I talk to you?
- This really isn't a good time.
- It's not gonna take long. Please?
- Okay.
(MIKE) I just wanted to ring this once,
just to say, I don't know...
Just to say sorry.
- All right.
- You know, thank you for today
and for, you know, for helping me out,
- and for Archie, too...
- Okay.
Listen, I was really rude to him
and I didn't mean to be.
And I wish you the very best.
All right.
And I...
Will you do one thing for me?
(POLICEMAN) Kids, they wander in...
(MIKE) Will you just apologise
to Skunk for me?
We've spoken to her friends.
We've spoken to all of her friends.
(MIKE) For all the embarrassing sh*t
- that she's had to witness.
- (ARCHIE) No. So my daughter...
(KASIA) Okay, Mike.
...has Type 1 diabetes,
do you understand?
She has Type 1 diabetes!
'Cause she's a terrific kid.
(ARCHIE) So without...
- if she doesn't stay monitored...
- Okay, now just...
- No! She could die!
- Dad!
Do you understand me?!
(MIKE) You know, and someday
she's just gonna blow us all away.
Do you reckon... She's...
Kasia, someday she's just gonna
blow us all away.
(SOBBING)
(MIKE) Anyway, that's all I have to say.
Yeah, you have a good life, yeah?
(KASIA) You too, Mike.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(BOTH BREATHING LOUDLY)
(SHUDDERING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Hi, Rick.
(SKUNK MOANS SOFTLY)
Don't be scared. Don't be scared.
I just want your goodness.
(SOBBING) I just want your goodness.
(WHIMPERS) I just want your goodness.
I just want your goodness.
(SHUDDERING)
(RICK SNIFFLING)
(SOBBING) Shh...
Stop it, please. Stop it.
You have to stop it.
Please stop it. Stop it.
(SOBBING)
No! No...
No, no, no, no!
No, no, no! Please!
(SUNRISE) Did Dad come home?
(SASKIA) No.
(SUNRISE) Where is he?
(SASKIA) Don't know.
(SIGHS)
Jesus Christ.
(THUMPING)
Rick?
(LOUD THUMPING)
(MUMBLING)
Yeah, hello, hello.
Can I get an ambulance, please?
Archie!
It's in, uh... Archie!
Uh, six... 13 Drummond Close.
I don't f***ing know. Just...
Archie!
What? I don't f***ing know!
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