The Daisy Chain Page #4

- Go home now.

Go home now!

Go home now!

Go home now!

- None of the children

turned up for school today.

The parents say they

are keeping their kids at home

until Daisy is removed,

that she doesn't belong

in the school.

I'm sorry.

I've never

heard anything like it.

- Hello?

Help, please.

Help!

- Daisy?

[door clicks shut]

- Why are you here?

Is Daisy sick?

- I came

to see how Lucy is.

- It's meningitis.

- [sighs]

Oh.

- They were all together,

you know, yesterday, with Daisy.

She turned on them.

Tell me why

Daisy isn't sick too.

- I don't know.

Oh, you don't believe this.

[alarms blaring]

- Oh.

What's happening?

Lucy?

- I talked

to the three of them.

They all

said the same thing.

Maybe she didn't realize

they were so close to the edge.

You need to keep

a closer eye on Daisy.

- "Fierce hatred

of a fairy woman,

"and so bewildered and now

staggering in her flight,

she followed Tink

to her doom."

Come on,

it's bedtime now.

Night-night.

[kissing sound]

Love you.

[door clicks shut]

What?

What is it?

- Sergeant Riley

came to see me today.

Apparently,

Daisy thought it would be fun

to play catch

at the cliffs

with Lucy

and a couple of other kids.

They all have meningitis now,

except Daisy.

- [scoffs]

What are you saying?

She's infected them?

- No.

- Well,

what are you saying, then?

- I don't want her

in my life.

I don't want her

in my family.

I'm saying she has to go.

I love you.

I miss you, come on.

Come on,

you have to put him first.

There'll be no room for him

when he comes.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

I don't care

what's it called--

f***ing fairies,

autism, abuse,

whatever came first.

She's sucking

everything out of us.

- Mummy!

- You have to choose.

- Daisy, sweetheart,

come on.

You've got

to go back to bed.

- Martha, my love,

come on.

Don't do this.

Don't do this, Martha.

- Get off me, Tomas.

- What are you doing?

- It was dirty.

- Oh, come on.

Not all this again.

It's the middle of the night.

- I've finished now.

It's all done.

Come on,

let's go to bed.

No, no,

please, don't touch this.

Thank you, Daisy.

No.

Please, don't touch that.

Put it back.

- Tomas doesn't want us.

We're bad.

[cans clanking]

- Daisy!

[car engine rumbling]

I can't find Daisy.

I've been looking everywhere

for her.

I can't find her.

- I'll bring you home.

Bringing you home.

- No, no, no, no, no,

we've got to find her.

- Come on, I'll call Riley.

We'll find her.

- [humming softly]

La, ah, la.

[giggling]

- Daisy!

Daisy!

- Daisy!

- Daisy!

- Daisy!

- [shouts]

Get back.

Go away, go away!

- Away!

- [screams]

[muffled screams]

- This way, come on.

- [yelping screams]

[agonized screaming]

- Sean, put it down.

- Daisy!

- Leave it!

- Help me!

- [yells]

- Daddy!

[screams]

- Grab my hand.

Grab my hand!

Come on!

- Burn her!

- Come on, grab it.

- Help me!

- Kill her!

Kill--

Burn her!

- Come on, Daisy.

- [screams]

I can't!

[screams]

- Kill her!

- You're okay.

- Dia linn!

[screaming]

- [gasping]

- She should sleep

till tomorrow afternoon.

It's not your fault,

love.

- No, I know.

It's this place.

- I don't want to tell you

what to do.

But she's not safe here.

- But he's gone.

Cryan's dead.

- And your baby?

Moving?

Regular, vigorous?

- Yeah.

- You need to take care

of yourself, Martha.

Good night now.

- Good night, doctor.

[man speaking indistinctly

over radio]

- I'm still

at Tomas Conroy's.

I'll be back at the station

later.

- She's asleep.

- Sergeant Riley

was suggesting that Daisy

needs to be somewhere

where they have experience.

You know,

she needs counseling.

She needs proper support.

- In a home?

She is not the problem.

Everybody else

is the problem.

- But you can't deny

that she has problems.

And what about Eva, you know,

Lucy, the kids?

[liquid pouring]

[cup bangs on table]

- Look,

nobody in this room

is saying that Daisy

is a fairy changeling.

But I have no doubt

that she is very troubled,

and she might be

dangerous.

- What have you

seen her do?

Hey?

What's anybody

seen her do?

- I know that Daisy tried

to smother her little brother

when he was a newborn.

Now, Jenny Gahan told me that,

and I believed her.

And after that happened,

Jenny never left Daisy alone

in the room with him again.

The day that she put him down

for his nap,

she put a latch

across his door.

Nobody else could have let him

out of the room.

Nobody else could have taken him

to the beach.

It had to be Daisy.

Now we need to think about

what's best for Daisy.

Okay?

I've contacted

the health services.

They want to take her.

- When?

When, when are they going

to come and get her?

- Do you think maybe

that you could take her tonight?

- No.

No, no, no, no, no.

- Martha, Martha,

please.

- After what

she's been through tonight,

she just should sleep here.

You come back

and get her in the morning.

Okay?

- Well,

that seems fair enough.

I'll be back first thing.

[door clicks shut]

[baby doll cries]

[taps squeaking,

water running]

- Everything's

going to be all right.

There's something

I have to do outside.

[sandpaper scraping]

[melancholy piano music]

[baby doll cries]

[door latches clanking]

[door creaks]

- Go back to bed.

It's really, really late.

- I want to stay with you,

Mummy.

Please,

let me stay with you.

[water sloshing]

- Do you want a bath?

Come on.

There, sit down.

Tell me something,

Daisy.

What happened

to your little brother?

- He drowned.

- Did you

take him swimming?

Did you wake him up

from his nap?

Did you undo

the latch on the door?

- Latch on the door.

- Did you?

- Did you?

- Remember that day

with Cat and Eva at the pool?

- Remember that day

with Cat and Eva at the pool?

- Did--did you push Eva

into the water?

Daisy, look at me.

What happened

to your mummy and daddy?

- Play with me.

- No, sweetheart, no.

- Play with me.

- [whispering]

What are you?

- I'm a fairy.

I'm a fairy.

- No, you're not.

No, no, don't.

No, no, please.

No, no, no.

[whispering]

No, no, no.

- Rock-a-bye baby

on the treetop

- Daisy, sweetheart.

Daisy.

Daisy, you're hurting me.

- When the wind blows,

the cradle will rock

- Please, Daisy,

just let go.

Daisy,

you're hurting my tummy now.

Daisy, please.

[yells]

[gasps]

Oh, Daisy.

Ah.

Daisy.

Daisy!

Daisy, no!

No!

Daisy, let go,

sweetheart!

Let go.

[sobbing]

[gasping]

Daisy.

Daisy--

Daisy, get Tomas.

Daisy, get Tomas.

Please, please.

[gasping]

Daisy!

[dryer whirring loudly]

[water dripping]

- Martha?

Oh, God, Jesus!

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

No!

[sobbing]

Oh...

[gasping]

[sobbing]

- Rock-a-bye baby

on the treetop

When the wind blows,

the cradle will rock

When the bough breaks,

the cradle will fall

Out comes baby...

- What have you done?

- And cradle and all

Baby is drowsy,

cozy, and fair

- What have you done?

[baby cooing]

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