The Ones Below Page #2

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Kate was two years below me.

She was going out with all these

rather more glamorous men.

So, I lay in wait.

- I made some bad choices.

- Tell me about it.

Jon:
How long have you

been together?

Just over ten years.

Why haven't you got

children already?

- Jon!

- Oh come on.

Why does everything in england

sound so bloody rude, huh?

Ordinary question anywhere

else in the world,

here it's some kind of

social transgression.

It's fine.

It's a legitimate question.

- So?

- Well we both have our careers.

The truth is we weren't sure

we wanted a child.

What do you mean?

Just that. We weren't sure.

You mean you weren't sure.

No, it was me.

I didn't think

i wanted to be a mother.

I've always known

i wanted a child.

Well, I... didn't feel that way

for a very long time.

So what changed?

I don't know. One day I just...

Jon:
Felt able to love.

And you became pregnant?

Just like that?

Yes.

Kate:
Why, how long have

you been trying?

Seven years.

It's wonderful

that it's happened.

It's a miracle.

Jon:
Theresa's a lot younger

than me.

That's one of the reasons

he chose me.

- Do you have your scan photo?

- Just the 12-week one,

the 20-week one's

not 'till next week.

- Jon:
Do you know the gender?

- No.

- We do.

- Yes, but we're not telling.

Just, would you make

some coffee?

Sure.

Maybe you should go to bed.

You look tired.

It is tiring, isn't it?

It's okay.

Kate:
Darling,

i think Theresa is tired.

I don't think

she'll want coffee.

Jon:
Well, if you're tired,

we should go.

- But it's been such fun!

- Jon:
Yes, it has.

But we're leaving.

I'll get your cardigan.

- Justin:
I'll get a new bulb.

- No, really, that's fine.

- Justin:

I need to change it anyway.

- Kate:
Let me help you.

I don't know what's wrong

with me!

Justin:
Kate, where are

the bulbs? I can't find them.

- I'm just coming.

- Kate:
You sure you're okay?

- Theresa:
I'm fine! Really!

- Justin:
Kate.

Jon:
Oh, Jesus! Baby!

Baby, stay with me.

I'll call an ambulance.

- Jon:
You're gonna be fine.

- Kate:
Don't move.

Don't tell me what to do!

Come on, baby.

I'm going to get you downstairs.

- I feel faint.

- Jon... Jon, please.

Let me at least call a doctor.

Just to check the baby,

check that he's okay.

Come on. Let's go.

I'll get you downstairs.

You shouldn't move her.

And you shouldn't invite people

to your house

when it's in no in fit state.

Come on.

Let's get you downstairs.

Can you get the key

out of my pocket?

- I'm bleeding.

- You'll be okay.

- I think I'm bleeding.

- Just get the key.

- You're gonna be fine.

- I think I'm bleeding.

You're fine. Get the key

out of my pocket.

- Let me--

- stay the f*** away

from my wife!

Jon:
Come on.

You're gonna be fine.

Alright. Okay.

Jon:
Stay here.

It's okay. It's okay.

She'll be okay.

She was drinking all night.

When he wasn't looking.

Call me if you hear anything.

Sonographer:
There's no

abnormalities that I can see.

I think you have

a very healthy baby.

Hi, mom.

Hello, darling.

So how's work?

Pretty good. We published

the campaign brochure,

got some web presence,

so I'm happy.

And the scan being fine

is wonderful news.

You look tired, dear.

Why do you have to be

so f***ing polite to her?

What do you want me to do?

Shout at her?

Kate:
I'm not doing it again.

If she doesn't care,

that's her problem.

Justin:
Of course she cares.

She just finds it hard

to express it, that's all.

Justin:
Hello?

Please take your shoes off.

Kate:
What happened?

What do you think happened?

Kate:
I mean. Did you...

- Did you have to...

- Jon:
Yes.

She had to give birth.

I'm so sorry.

Look at him.

That's Peter.

What's wrong?

- Nothing.

- Then look at him.

That's my son.

They tried to collect some ashes

after the cremation,

but there weren't enough.

I'm sorry.

I didn't change the light bulb.

It may have made a difference.

No, it would have

made a difference.

- Our son would still be alive.

- You don't know that.

Jon:
Excuse me?

There may have been other

contributing factors.

What the f*** are you

talking about?

Justin:
Listen, I'm sorry.

But what happened

was a terrible accident.

The word "accident" implies that

nothing could have been done.

- But that's not true, is it?

- The cat came out of nowhere.

And Theresa tripped

on your shoes.

She tripped in the dark!

- All I am saying is--

- just!

A series of circumstances

led to something truly awful.

It wasn't an accident.

A pregnant woman

who drinks a little wine,

trips on some shoes

left in a dark hallway.

Sorry. What did you say?

Theresa had a glass or two

of wine, that's not her fault.

No, she didn't.

Maybe we made her nervous,

maybe you made her nervous.

She was tired,

she wanted to leave.

You'd left your shoes which

we did not ask you to take off,

in a hallway which

we had neglected to light

because we were cooking

your supper.

- The cat came out.

- She did not drink!

- Did you drink?

- Of course not.

Theresa that's not true.

Are you accusing me of lying?

Listen, let's talk about this

another time,

- you're both grief-stricken.

- Don't tell us how we feel!

Okay, let's go.

We'll talk about this later.

You c*nt! You're accusing me

to cover your own mistake.

- Take that back.

- Let's go.

Tell her to take it back.

You were drinking all night!

- How dare you?

- You moved her!

You moved her

when we told you not to!

This isn't the time.

Let's go.

You don't deserve

that thing inside you.

Come to bed.

Please.

I can't sleep.

Just try.

You're such a f***ing lawyer.

Caroline?

Sorry, can I have a word?

When we were in their flat.

- When I saw her...

- Hey.

We don't have to talk

about that.

Kate:
I want to.

I just felt so ungrateful.

That I had ever been uncertain.

Tell me you want it.

What?

I need to know that

you want our child.

I want it.

More than anything.

Justin:
Sh*t!

I'll get a cloth.

Theresa's voice:

Dear Justin and Kate.

We are going back to Germany.

We realize that

our presence here

is a cause of tension

and regret.

We need time to grieve

our loss, and you need freedom

to enjoy the birth

of your child.

What has happened,

has happened.

What matters now

is that you have your child

and that Jon and I return

only once we feel liberated

from this awful emptiness

that currently inhabits us.

We will not come back

unless we can honestly say

congratulations to you both,

and bless your new child

with all the benediction

it deserves.

Yours faithfully,

Theresa Baker.

Justin:
Push. Come on.

He's asleep.

What is it?

Why didn't my mom

come to the hospital?

She finds it difficult.

You know that.

Your parents came.

They brought flowers.

My parents always bring flowers.

She never comes to the flat.

I always visit her.

I've had a f***ing baby!

He's ours.

Nothing else matters.

Shh.

No. No way. If they're coming

back, I want an apology first.

- Just...

- I'm sorry.

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