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I'm not talking to you anymore.

Jack.

Jack.

Jack...

You're still alive, little one.

I have a new place for you,

somewhere dad never goes.

But you have to be quiet

or dad will kill you, and me too.

So, quiet. Yes?

You must be hungry.

This is your new home.

Nice, isn't it?

Look at this.

Are you looking forward

to your birthday? I'm not telling you.

All right, it's black and it flaps about,

but that's all I'm saying.

Yes, it's great fun.

I'll make you a cake.

Daddy hasn't been angry, lately.

No, he's really kind.

Love you too, mum. Kisses, bye.

Look, first you look to the right

and then to the left.

First left, then to the right

and then to the left again.

So, left, right and left again.

Did you get that, little one?

Are you afraid?

Look, a dog. They're very dangerous.

Hello dad, how was work?

I was called up for nothing.

Excuse me.

Shall I bring you a beer

so you can have a rest?

Well, well.

- Thank you, what's going on?

- Nothing.

Jackdaws live in colonies.

The bravest male is the leader.

He gets the prettiest female

and the best spot to build a nest.

But he has to do something

to get the best spot.

He has to be brave, he's the least

frightened jackdaw, he's tough.

If there is danger,

he's the first one to get in there.

Too bad.

Too bad.

- Can you hit it or not?

- We'll find out soon enough.

- Would you like to try?

- Sure.

I'm a better marksman than you, anyway.

The butt against your shoulder.

Hold the barrel high.

That was a good one.

Put it back up.

It's got a hole in it.

- Are we going to bake a cake?

- Don't be ridiculous.

Why not?

- Don't even think about it.

- I asked you why not?

- She isn't here to celebrate her birthday.

- A cake won't matter.

Did you hear what I said?

We are going to celebrate it.

Not much use to us, is it?

I'll use washing-up liquid.

Nice and warm.

Look, those are the clothes

that you crapped all over.

And daddy's shirt.

My sock.

Look, here is your little bench.

Look, a light.

When I'm not here

there is something to remember me by.

Jojo, damn it.

Come here, now.

Come here.

I only wanted to wash the clothes.

You only wanted to wash the clothes?

Look at this, come here.

Look at it. Damn it, come here.

What's this then?

Now look at what you've done.

Look at me.

It's ruined, isn't it? All of it.

It's all ruined.

Look at me. What were you thinking?

- I wanted to wash the clothes.

- And that made you cry?

Do it yourself then.

Stop it, Jojo.

I said:
Knock it off.

Look at me. Look at me, I said.

You're coming with me.

Did you hear me? Come on.

You're coming with me.

Come on, lad.

Are you going to tell us what's wrong?

Why were you so angry

with those lockers?

- Answer the question.

- I don't know why.

Jojo, I...

About yesterday.

I...

You will come back, won't you?

Jack, you can fly.

I taught Jack to fly.

I was sitting in the garden, like this.

Jack was on the shed and when I

called him, he flew straight at me.

- Really?

- Yes.

- Can I help you?

- Of course you can.

Jojo, Yenthe, get in and swim.

Thank you.

Look.

First, there is nothing.

Nothing at all, it is all black.

And then...

- ...life came.

- Cool.

And then there is nothing again.

Nothing at all.

Cheers.

- Dad?

- Yes, Jojo?

Can I bake a small cake, please?

Just forget about it.

But dad...

Dad?

Dad?

Jackdaws spend every minute together,

and do hardly a step apart.

In flight they soar

gracefully side by side.

In the fields they sit on a bunch.

In the tree they brush

each other's feathers.

The male gives her any delicacy

he finds, and she accepts it lovingly.

Even if one is ill, the other stays.

Look, I can fly too, Jack.

Come and fly.

- Close your eyes.

- Why?

Because. Just do it.

- Are they closed?

- Yes.

You can open them now.

Nice.

No, you can keep it.

I know about your mum.

What?

That she's dead.

Hello mum.

Jojo, stop it.

She's dead, Jojo.

Stop it.

Dad, don't.

Jojo, get lost.

Daddy.

Dad, let go of him.

- Sod off.

- Chew.

Come back, Jack.

Come here.

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry.

What shall I play for him?

Mummy's song.

You can stroke him if you want.

Should I say something,

like at mum's funeral?

Only if you want to.

It's a real pity.

First, there was nothing.

Nothing at all.

- And then?

- And then? There was a...

flame. A very large flame.

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