Children Of Men Page #5

I thought about the Quietus thing.

Supposed to be suave.

Pretty music and all that.

Then the baby kicked.

I feel it. Little bastard was alive.

And I feel it. And me, too.

I am alive.

-Froley.

-Froley.

Name my baby Froley.

It's the first baby in 18 years.

-You can't call it Froley.

-Says who?

Kee, I've found you a boat.

-KEE:
Great.

-How?

We get ourselves arrested.

-Oh, Jesus.

-No, no.

Syd, this border guard I sell pot to,

has agreed to get us into Bexhill.

Nicely ironic, eh? We break into prison!

Wicked.

"Froley."

Come on.

JASPER:
Everything is a mythical

cosmic battle

between faith and chance.

-MIRIAM:
Maybe I shouldn't.

-You already did. Take another one.

Now cough.

(COUGHING)

-What do you taste?

-Strawberries.

Strawberries? That's what it's called.

Strawberry Cough.

Wicked.

So, you've got faith over here, right,

and chance over there.

-Like yin and yang.

-Sort of.

Or Shiva and Shakti.

Lennon and McCartney.

Look, Julian and Theo.

Yeah, there you go. Julian and Theo met

among a million protestors in a rally

by chance.

But they were there

because of what they believed in

in the first place, their faith.

They wanted to change the world.

And their faith kept them together.

But by chance, Dylan was born.

This is him?

Yeah, that's him. He would have been

about your age. Magical child.

Beautiful.

-Their faith put in praxis.

-Praxis?

-What happened?

-Chance.

He was their sweet little dream.

He had little hands, little legs, little feet.

Little lungs.

And in 2008, along came the flu pandemic.

And then, by chance,

-he was gone.

-Oh, Jesus.

You see, Theo's faith

lost out to chance.

So,

why bother

if life's going to make its own choices?

-Watcha! Baby's got Theo's eyes.

-JASPER:
Yeah.

MIRIAM:
Oh, boy. That's terrible.

But, you know,

everything happens for a reason.

JASPER:
That I don't know.

But Theo and Julian would always

bring Dylan. He loved it here.

(ALARM SOUNDING IN DISTANCE)

(ALARM BLARING)

JASPER:
It's the alarm!

Someone's breaking in!

What is it?

Look at this.

Sh*t.

Jasper, hurry up!

Where's Janice?

Take the back path to the main road,

then follow the map I've given Miriam.

-Yeah, I've got it.

-What are you talking about?

Wait for Syd at the old school

on Watchbell Road in Rye.

Give him this, and tell him he's a fascist pig.

-THEO:
We need to get Janice.

-We're not going, Theo.

-What are you talking about?

-You don't need an anchor.

-No, Jasper. You're coming.

-You need time. We'll stall them.

I'll send them the wrong way.

It's the best idea. Go on. Go on.

Jasper.

Theo, I've talked my way out of

worse things than this. Believe me.

Go on. Go.

And remember, tell Syd he's a fascist pig.

I love you.

Hey, amigos!

LUKE:
We're looking for Theo Faron.

We know he was here a few weeks ago.

Has he been back?

-Who?

-Theo Faron.

I haven't seen him in weeks.

There's biscuits and coffee on inside!

Help yourself.

You want a drag?

Come on, have a drag. Lighten up.

LUKE:
What we got?

PATRIC:
Here, Luke.

There's a dead woman and dog inside.

IAN:
They're going to Bexhill.

When did they leave?

When did they leave?

Pull my finger, go on.

Pull my finger.

I'll do it.

F*** you.

(GUN FIRING)

Pull my finger.

-Theo, I'm so sorry.

-Don't you f***ing touch me.

You tell me the f***ing reason in that.

-It's all part of a bigger thing.

-Shut up!

Shut up and get in the f***ing car.

-Jasper?

-He's fine.

Everything's fine.

(CLATTERING)

(KEE SINGING

IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

MIRIAM:
I was 31.

Midwife at the John Radcliffe.

I was doing a stint in the antenatal clinic.

Three of my patients

miscarried in one week.

Others were in their fifth and sixth month.

We managed to save two of the poor babies.

Next week, five more miscarried.

Then the miscarriages

started happening earlier.

I remember booking a woman in

for her next appointment

and noticing that the page

seven months ahead was completely blank.

Not a single name.

I rang a friend

who was working at Queen Charlotte's,

and she had no new pregnancies, either.

She then rang her sister in Sydney.

And it was the same thing there.

You can relax. She's finished.

As the sound of the playgrounds faded,

the despair set in.

Very odd what happens in a world

without children's voices.

I was there at the end.

Now you're gonna be there at the beginning.

Yeah.

I'll be there at the beginning.

Thank you.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Kee, come on! We've got to go!

COP:
Stop where you are.

I'm looking for Syd.

Hands above your head.

You're a fascist pig.

What did you say?

I was told to tell you you're a fascist pig.

-Say it again.

-No, don't, please!

Say it again.

Say it!

You're a fascist pig.

Come on.

SYD:
It was Jasper's idea, you know.

The whole password thing.

He will piss himself laughing

when I tell him about this.

He's a cheeky old bastard.

So proud of his weed.

Syd could get it a lot cheaper from

the gangs, but Syd likes to deal with Jasper.

Jasper's straight. A true gentleman.

(GROANING)

-All right.

-What's wrong with her? Is she sick?

MIRIAM:
Just carsick.

-She's not going to puke, is she?

-No. She's fine.

Puking's bad. Very, very bad.

It doesn't wash out.

The smell never goes away.

Usually, there's people trying

to get out of Bexhill, not in.

Syd doesn't know why you want to get in.

Syd doesn't want to know.

Syd doesn't care.

MIRIAM:
Just breathe. Just breathe.

(KEE MOANING)

What's wrong with her?

A minor contraction.

It's normal. Just breathe.

All right.

When you're released,

stroll out with the other fugees.

Look for the statue of a soldier.

There you'll meet a woman, Marichka.

Arab, gypsy, something.

Always carries a shitty little dog with her.

She'll find you accommodation for tonight.

All right. You're fugees now.

Show Syd the fugee face.

Sad face.

Sad fugee face.

That's good. That's good.

Okay. Out!

Come on. Come on. Come on.

(MAN SHOUTING)

Hurry up. Hurry up, move.

(MAN SPEAKING

FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Send me a postcard.

SOLDIER:
Seats in the back!

Come on, hurry up!

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

What time

are we supposed to meet the boat?

Sunset tomorrow.

How do we know that Luke and his mob

haven't intercepted it?

Luke has no way of contacting

the Human Project. Nor does anyone else.

Say again?

Contact with the Human Project

is done by mirrors.

Julian was our mirror.

(EXCLAIMING)

What do you mean, "mirrors"?

Mirrors. They contact one of our people.

That person contacts someone else,

and so on, till word gets to Julian.

She tells Luke.

You mean you never

actually talked to any of them?

Don't f***ing tell me

you never actually talked to them?

-Breathe it out.

-THEO:
Is she okay?

That's it. Breathe it out, breathe it out.

I can't f***ing breathe.

You sure this is normal?

It shouldn't be this frequent.

Come on, breathe it out. All right, all right.

Miriam,

I'm all wet.

Her water's broke. The baby's coming.

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