You hungry?
No.
I'm okay.
Sure?
I thought you both did really well today.
Up we go.
Come on.
Come on, you can do it.
Put your arms through, please.
Good boy.
Do you want me to carry you up?
Okay, I'm gonna swing you in.
Alright, alright.
It's alright.
Night-night.
You know it's true?
Everything that everyone was saying today about Mummy.
You had an amazing mum, boys.
Let's never forget that, okay?
Night-night, darling.
- Hey, stop it. - Please don't fight.
- Stop it. - I was here first.
Just make this guy go.
Uh, right.
What cereal do you want?
Alright, you can have it this time.
- Rice Krispies? - I want Rice Krispies.
Alright.
Fuck's sake.
Okay. No, I'll do it.
Thanks.
I'll do it, thank you.
- Is that it? - Mm.
Where's the milk?
There's, there's no normal milk,
but there's, uh, there's loads of your mum's...
- Got loads of soy milk. - No, it tastes like farts.
I know, but it's... it's all we've got, so...
Aah!
Oh, God.
Hey, don't do that.
You sure you want to go back today?
'Cause you know you don't have to if it feels too soon.
Mm-hmm.
Right, um, jacket, please.
Which is your jacket?
- Uh, this is mine. Um... - Okay. Alright.
Where's my P.E. kit?
- Where is it? - I don't know.
Oh, Christ. We're gonna be late.
Right. Here.
Have a look. Where is it?
Okay. Come on. Good boy. Let's go.
You'll have to wear it dirty. Come on, let's go. Thank you.
It's okay.
You're gonna be alright.
It's good to have you back.
Hey. Don't worry.
We'll look after him.
Alright.
Yes, yes, I'm still here.
Right, okay.
Right.
No, I am not ringing about myself.
I'm ringing...
Yes.
No, I gave that information to the last person I spoke to.
Um, no.
Um, pl... pl... please don't put me on hold.
Well, who is the right fucking person to speak to then?
You don't think? I do.
I think I've got every reason to speak to you like thi...
I'm sorry. We'll call you back.
I can do this.
Bit like Tracey Emin's kitchen in here.
Should get the boys on the washing up.
Do you wanna talk?
Yeah.
Are you getting any sleep?
Do you want me to pick them up from school today?
Uh... Thank you.
You... you... you're good. I just... I need...
I need to do the pick-up.
I need to...
keep things as normal as possible for them.
So, how was it?
Um, good, I guess.
What did you get up to?
David Matthews tried to be my friend,
but... but he used to be my enemy at school.
Um... I just wanted to say how sorry I am
for... for your loss.
Oh, um, thanks. Thanks very much.
How are you coping?
Uh, I can't imagine how you must be feeling.
I mean, we lost Mum last year, so I can a bit.
Bowel cancer.
Oh, I'm very sorry.
But we knew it was coming, though, with Mum.
I can't imagine what yours must have been like with it...
being so sudden.
Um... thank you. I, I...
I just want to say I'm... I'm here if you ever want a coffee,
or if the boys want a playdate?
My two would love that.
Wouldn't you?
Do let me know if you need anything.
I know everyone says that, but I... I mean it.
Come on.
Who was that?
I don't know.
Shit.
Look, Margaret... I'd love to stay on,
it's just...
"Once upon a time there lived a cat,
and a sparrow, and a brave youth.
The cat and the sparrow went to the forest,
chopped wood and said to the brave youth,
'You keep the house, but mind if the Baba Yaga comes
and counts the spoons...'"
- Hmm? - Can you do the voices?
Sure.
Um...
"'You keep the house,
but mind if the Baba Yaga comes and counts the spoons.'
'Don't say a word. Keep quiet.'
'Very well,' said the brave youth.
The cat and the sparrow went away,
and the brave youth sat on the stove behind the chimney,
anxiously awaiting their return.
Suddenly the wind outside howled,
and the Baba Yaga entered through the open window."
Hello, Mate.
Still not picking up.
Look, I just want to say...
Message deleted.
Hey, It's Mia.
Just checking to see how you're doing.
Message deleted.
There he is, Sad-Dad.
Look at you, all wife-gone, all hopeless, all furious.
She's gone, I'm here.
I'll give you something
to think about.
message deleted.
Fucking hell.
Oh, shit.
Oh, fuck.
Darling, can you hear me?
Please, please breathe. Please breathe.
Can you hear me?
Hello?
Uh, ambulance.
Uh, I... I don't know. She's... um...
There... there's blood.
She's on the floor. She's not breathing.
Dad?
There's a feather on my pillow.
Hmm?
There's a feather on my pillow.
Feathers are made of pillows.
Right, right. For Christ's sake, I've got kids up there.
Who is it?
Say hello.
Are you frightened?
Say hello.
Say it properly.
Say hello.
Hello, you.
Miles away.
Yeah, I could see that.
Yeah.
So, um...
How are you... how are you holding up?
You know, good days, bad days.
How are the boys?
They miss their mum.
Yeah.
Yeah, it's got to be, um...
Yeah.
Poor little fellas.
- Which, uh, reminds me... - Hmm?
Ah-ha.
Oh, is that Jeff's latest?
They'll love these.
Well, you know what, I just hope it sells.
Things that bad?
You know, same old, same old.
Well, it won't be long till you're losing money on mine.
Uh... that's actually what I wanted to...
talk to you about, you know.
We don't expect it any time soon.
You know, and if you need more time...
Honestly, it's actually... it's really nice
to have something else to focus on.
Sure?
Well, is it not, you know, a bit much?
I'm... I'm sure.
Okay.
So, you have to jump off the bed.
Then just put your feet on here,
and then you have to try and jump back onto the bed.
- And then you get one point. - Okay.
Oh! You lost!
I got it!
Cannonball!
Three, two, one.
Cannonball!
Just don't go into the closet. I don't want to bang my head.
Whoa, whoa, careful, careful.
Now you shall pay!
Alright, that's enough. Bath time now, please.
- Three, two, one. Cannonball! - Cannonball!
- Boys? - Reset it, stupid.
Boys, I said bath time now.
Get off, I'm gonna cannonball.
I hope he doesn't come to our house and rings on the doorbell.
Alright, no bath, but can you brush your teeth
and put your pajamas on, please?
- That's crazy! - Three, two one!
Can you hear me?
When I come back, I want you to have brushed your teeth
and put your pajamas on, okay?
Okay?
Got ya!
I don't feel deserving of this,
I really don't.
I need to thank, er,
before they play the music and I'm out of time...
Er, I mean, I don't care.
I'm not leaving this stage before i thank my wife.
Tor, you are my undying, enduring inspiration.
I love you.
Ah!
Ah.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's alright.
- It's okay. - There's someone in here.
Shh. No, no, no. Look, look, look.
There's no one in here. It's alright, okay.
There's someone in here.
You just had a bad dream, alright?
Come on, come here.
Oh. Okay, let's get you out of those wet things.
There we go. Okay.
- It's alright. - I heard him.
Who?
The Crow-man from your drawings.
Crow?
Those are Daddy's drawings, alright?
Look at me.
Sweetheart, they're not real. They're just drawings, alright?
It's alright. It's okay.
They're not real.
Not real.
It's not real.
Oh.
Ah.
Kraaa!
Did I or did I not?
Not sudden trauma!
Head down.
Head down, distant dad. What the fuck?
Trauma and now distant dad...
Funny how we first met.
I could have bent him backwards over a chair,
and drip-fed him sour bulletins
of the true one-hour dying of his wife.
Other birds would have.
But no. No.
I believe in the therapeutic method.
Dad?
What are you doing?
Are you dead?
Dad?
- Dad? - I'm not dead.
Dad?
What are you doing? What are you doing?
What are we doing today?
Getting dressed for school.
But it's a Saturday.
Then... then you're switching the kettle on for me.
Off you go. Off you go.
♪ Toot, toot, toot, toot
♪ Keep moving
Argh, fuck.
Crap everywhere.
For God's sake.
Boys, um, I need you to...
I need you to help me today.
I need you to help tidying up, alright?
No, no, no, I'm not joking.
I need you to help tidy up
and put things where they're supposed to be,
or I will pick up any toy that I find on the floor
and I will put it in the bin.
Mmm, everything clean!
I am serious! Go in there now and tidy it up!
Please.
Good morning, English Widower.
Sleep well, did we?
I find humans incredibly dull.
Not now. No, not now.
Incredibly dull, except in grief.
There are very few humans that interest me.
But grieving widowers do.
Grieving widowers and motherless children
- are pure crow. - Leave them alone!
How long has it been now?
Uh... Uh, three months.
Actually, nearly four months.
Four months, huh?
It takes time to come to terms with.
Yeah, I'm not sure I want to come to terms with it.
Okay.
I don't really think there are any terms
that would make it alright, so...
Yeah.
Alright. Did you rely on her for...
- emotional... - Everything.
Everything.
It's okay to feel overwhelmed.
We... we can talk about coping strategies or...
No, it's alright. I just... I, um...
I really came here to talk about my children.
Alright. Have there been changes to their behavior?
Uh, my youngest is wetting the bed,
nightmares, that kind of thing.
And...
my older one is... is playing up a little bit more than usual.
Are you maintaining routine?
Structured bedtimes, mealtimes?
Not really, no.
Oh. Well, you should stick to routine if you can.
Children take comfort from routine.
Do you let them see you grieve?
I've been trying not to.
Right. You... you need to change that.
You know, and you mustn't ignore your own grief to protect them.
Ah, there he is.
Sad-Dad.
"Doctor..."
"Doctor, I think I'm being followed by a crow."
You're not fucking real.
Grieving widower to aisle nine.
"Stick to routines," is that what he said?
"Children need routines?"
Not those boys.
Those boys need bows and arrows,
they need stories, they need myths,
they need chaos, they need crow.
You're not real!
Really?
Listen. Leftover, blank space, death face,
shock, severed, remnant, earless, eyeless.
Now who's this? Who? Me? Him?
Void filler, time killer. Oi, stab it!
Dead wife, let me pick that skull empty.
Spraddle it. Down. Tot along. Dad, scarper.
Take leave, English widower.
Take leave, grieve, gallop through corpse dust.
But don't forget to grieve.
Hunted king. Uncrowned. You don't deserve me.
You don't get to say how this goes anymore.
No.
Paul?
Yeah, yeah, it's me. Um...
I need your help, please.
Yeah, now.
I'm happy to do it. Of course, I am.
I'm just not sure about you being alone.
Look, I just need to work through things
for a bit on my own, Paul.
And I... I just... I want them safe.
What does that mean?
I'm worried about you.
I'm not gonna do anything.
Come on then.
Do your worst.
No.
I intend to do my best.
Draw for me.
If I do this, will you go away?
I won't leave until you don't need me anymore.
I don't need you.
Be careful.
There are far worse than me.
Far, far worse.
Draw.
Draw what?
Draw one of your stories, a memory,
the first thing that comes to mind.
No, no, no, no! Piss poor!
Looks like a fucking Vettriano.
Piss poor!
Fuck's sake.
That's more like it.
It's cold... and snowing.
It's just the three of us.
I took the boys out to give her some peace
because she was ill.
She had the flu.
You're still very hot.
She never got ill.
- There's a ghost! - Dad, Dad, it's snowing.
And the boys must have been, what, three and four?
Love you.
I took them out.
Out to the park and...
Are these your shoes?
I was hopeless.
No wellies.
No patience.
Wait, wait.
Come on.
My feet hurt.
They wouldn't stop whinging.
There we go.
It's a little bit cold. Here we go.
They were cold.
That was the first time they realized
I wasn't the amazing dad they thought I was.
I want Mummy.
It's okay, it's okay. It's alright, come on.
Mummy's not very well, is she?
That was it, wasn't it?
The dress rehearsal for the rest of our lives.
Hey. I didn't bother calling ahead.
I didn't want to give you the chance to tell me to piss off.
Come in.
So...
how are you doing?
You know...
Sorry.
It's just that you're the first real person that I've seen
in a couple of days.
Real person?
Oh, no, no.
No, no. That is not happening.
There's times when I get angry with her, you know?
"How could you die on me?"
She's the stoic one.
She'd have made a much better widow.
Yeah.
Yeah, it's inconsiderate of her.
Her mum keeps ringing me
to remind me of things, you know?
"Do you remember when she... ?"
And I know why she's doing it, but...
I don't want that.
I don't want her turned into a series of anecdotes,
because it just reminds me that she's gone.
But she is gone.
Yeah, but if I'm lucky, once or twice a week,
I think she's gonna be back in a minute.
She's gonna be back.
I've got a confession to make.
Hmm?
You remember when you split up in the third year?
Mm-hmm.
And you gave me that poem you wrote her
- to win her back? - Hmm.
She thought it was shit.
Well...
Well, it worked, didn't it?
I don't know what you were thinking.
And I wasn't gonna give it to her.
But she waited until I went to the loo,
and then she went into my bag, and she got it.
I was... I was trying to look out for you.
Didn't need to.
We talked. Well, she talked. You know what she was like.
And she came round to an appreciation of it.
Of you.
You two were never not gonna be a thing.
You were perfect for each other.
Yeah.
♪ And I called you back
♪ To a place beside me
♪ And I called you back...
This is fucking awful.
Leave me alone, Crow. I like it.
You would!
Middle-aged, middle-class,
white widower music.
Guardian reading, beard stroking,
farmer's market, guest ale, Birkenstock, Barbican shit!
Yeah.
You're such a cliche, you know?
The dead wife trope.
You'll have the photo album out next.
You'll be talking to her headstone.
Crow, just leave me alone.
Aah!
[Cro Once upon a time, there was a king who had...
- Crow, please... - ...two sons, the Queen,
and by the way, they were perfect for each other.
Please, please, shut up. Please, please.
They were perfect for each other.
- They were never not going... - Shut up!
- ...to be a thing. - Shut up! Shut up!
There we go. There we go.
The Queen had fallen
and bashed her skull in.
And so, she bled to death.
- Please, no more, please. - Blood everywhere.
I'm trying to tell you a story.
I don't want a fucking story. I want her back. I...
I want her back, or I want to be gone.
You want her back. You wish you were dead.
Very original.
How very fucking original!
Ooh!
- Good, you're angry. Come on! - Yes! I'm fucking angry!
Oh, fucking angry!
"Yes, I'm fucking angry!"
I... I miss her.
She... she was everything to me, and now...
"She was everything to me." Euugh!
You sound like a fucking fridge magnet!
Fuck!
Now, listen.
♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom
♪ Ba, ba, ba, ba
Look at him.
Some may call my work vulgar.
Primal, even.
But I've got him where he needs to be.
Dad?
Boys.
Mum?
Boys, can you come into the living room, please?
- I need to talk to you. - Fine.
We've just got to take off our gloves.
Mum?
Come sit down, please.
Come on, sit down. I need to talk to you.
Give me your hand, please.
Um...
Mummy's not here. Okay?
There was, uh...
She got sick and there was an accident.
And, um...
This is what we know about our mom.
She always smelled nice.
When she told stories, she did all the voices.
She loved playing loud pop music,
because it annoyed Dad.
And then she died.
Our mum died.
After that, everything was different.
We were different.
Different boys.
Dad was different.
A different kind of dad.
Boys?
Doesn't sound like you're brushing your teeth.
Boys, are you doing what I asked you to do?
Boys, come on...
What are you doing?
Take those off.
Dad told stories.
The stories changed when dad changed.
He went quiet.
Angry.
He'd disappear.
Dad told stories.
The stories changed when dad changed.
We really miss you.
I told my brother she could still see us
through the mirrors.
I need you.
He'd spend ages in the bathroom.
Dad says we're going to Granny Margaret's
after Christmas.
Will you be there too?
I felt bad about it for a while.
My brother gets angry when he loses things
that remind him of her.
He said if he had to lose things,
Dad should too.
So, it got quite physical, and...
In the end there's been a couple of punches thrown,
and the other child was quite badly hurt.
And in the midst of that, another member of staff
has come to help...
...especially with a teacher.
I mean, what were you thinking? It is not okay.
I mean, what do you think your mother would have said, hmm?
- No, no, wait, just wait. - Hey, stop it.
Get off me.
- Ow. Ow. - I hate you!
It's alright. It's okay.
Dad was different.
A different kind of dad.
Is he here? Is he there?
Is he somewhere over here?
Are you coming or what?
Everyone's gonna run out of sweets.
- My God, you look amazing. - Do you like it?
It's something you're doing with your eyes.
It's new.
It's almost what you're not seeing.
Can we go to Mrs. Dawson's?
Sure, we can go to Mrs. Dawson's.
- She has the best sweets. - Does she have the best sweets?
Alright. Show me the way.
Show me the way. Which way am I going?
- This way. - This way?
And then which way?
Are you still with us?
This is symbolic, isn't it?
- What is? - This.
This dream, this memory.
This confection, whatever it is.
I wonder what it all means.
Your wife's not a ghost, you know.
She's not wailing about the house,
watching you raise those boys without her.
- No. - No.
You're the ghost now.
Boys?
Urgh.
Will Dad ever be normal again?
He wasn't normal before.
So, here's the base.
We have to get through the passage of peril
and retrieve...
the doom crystals.
What's the volcano for?
Come on, come on.
Listen to that.
Our boys.
I love them like this.
Building worlds full of life,
full of possibility.
I think it's time, don't you?
Crow?
Yes?
Be kind to them.
Naturally.
Let's get the doom crystals. We have to go faster.
Now, now.
I'm just taking lit... little crystals on the way.
Ching!
I found another one.
What is it?
Hello, boys.
Now boys.
Should we play a game?
Here's how it's gonna work.
You two boys must each build here on the floor...
...a model of your mother.
Just as you remember her.
And whichever of you builds the best model will win.
Not the most realistic, but the best.
Yes. The truest.
And the prize is this.
The best model I will bring to life for one day.
A real living mother to tuck you up in bed.
No.
No. As you remember her.
Right.
And stop. Hmm.
They're both excellent.
You've got her smile.
It's uncanny.
And you have captured her... posture.
- Hah. - Which one won?
Uh, well...
Which one's gonna be turned into Mum?
Sorry, what?
- You promised. - Yes.
- Where is she? - But you didn't think...
that she... Where is she?
Where is she, you bloody old crow?
She's dead.
She can't come back.
That's it, boys, that's all you've got.
How you doing, boys?
Nearly done?
You can go read these to Dad shortly.
How's he been, your Dad?
I don't know.
And did you keep an emotion diary the last two weeks?
No.
That... that's okay.
Did you try the meditation exercises?
Ohmmmm...
Boys!
No. No, no, it's okay.
It can feel a bit silly at first.
Is there anything that you wanna talk about?
Thoughts of Mum?
Right, that's okay.
Maybe we could draw a picture
that shows me how you're feeling,
and then we can talk about them afterwards.
Yeah? Sound good?
Cool.
I thought it would get easier.
I... I thought...
Listen, uh...
I think we should talk about the difference
between grief and despair.
Gran!
- Look at you two. - Gran!
You're so skinny.
Has your Dad not been feeding you?
Oh. Come on in.
Hello.
- Hi. - Merry Christmas.
- Yeah.
Alright, come on.
Makes them on his own,
even without the book outlines.
I'll see how they're getting on.
So, how's the comic coming on?
Do I call it a comic, or a graphic novel?
No, you can call it a comic. Um...
Yeah, it's... it's alright. It's interesting.
Dad doesn't like it when people call them graphic novels.
He says it's wanky.
That's what you say.
Well, you wolfed that down, boys.
Did we get you the right ones this time?
He's like his mum.
If she was doing something,
she'd pretend she couldn't hear you.
Was that okay? Potatoes weren't my best.
Oh, delicious.
What was she like? Our mum when she was young.
Your mum?
Stubborn.
You two have got a lot of her in you,
in different ways.
How am I like her?
You're funny.
She was very... quick-witted, wasn't she, Keith?
Yeah, cheeky bugger, more like.
Oh, no, no, it's alright. I'll do it. I'll do it.
It was adorable when she was little.
But when she was a teenager...
Oh, my God,
you couldn't win an argument.
Go and get the photo album from next door,
and I'll show you the first time she brought your dad back here.
Destroy the Crow!
Catch and kill.
Let's get Crow!
Shut the gates! Kill him, and drown him in blood.
All crows, shut the gates!
If he takes our castle, we burn it!
So much of her when the boys smile,
it's the same smile.
You can take this home with you if you want.
- No, that's good. Keep it here. - No, leave it here, yeah?
- Keep it here. It's good... - Well... Let the boys see it?
Yeah, they should... they should see it.
- They should see it. - Oh.
Woo-hoo, wiggly-wiggly! Up here!
Kraa, kraa, kraa!
We move on, do we not? We hurtle, do we not?
Love drunk. Fox cubs. Dead meat. Rat-tat-tat.
Catch and kill!
- Kill him! - Come on, he went this way.
Come on.
Look at this hat, look.
I think that was my mum's hat.
I'm just gonna check on them, actually...
- Okay, okay. - See you in a minute.
Yeah. Alright.
Boys?
Boys, what the hell do you think you're doing, huh?
I've been looking for you everywhere.
You're bleeding.
What's going on? Huh?
I'm fine.
You've got cuts and scratches all over you.
What have you been doing to him?
What have you been doing?
- It was Crow. - It wasn't fucking Crow.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'm not angry with you.
I'm so sorry.
I miss... I miss...
I miss Mummy.
I'm so sorry.
Sometimes we felt like he was our dad again.
But it never lasted.
I'm gonna start getting a bit worried
if you don't pick up the phone.
We're thinking about you today.
Give us a call, eh?
Hope you're alright.
I've tried you a couple of times.
Today's been tough, and, um, I'm sure it has for you too.
Anniversaries are hard,
and well...
- Dad? - Hmm?
Are you gonna read us a story?
No, it's too late.
- Please. - I said no.
No bedtime stories tonight.
Shame on you.
Does Daddy need a cuddle?
Once upon a time there was a king who had two sons.
One day his queen dropped down dead.
Fuck off!
And so, the king allowed his kingdom
to go to ruin...
and abandoned his two sons,
so he could wallow in self-pity.
Out. Get out.
No more.
You have to go.
Are you sure about that?
Yes, yes. Fuck, yes!
Let's see what happens without me.
Dad?
Who is it?
Simon Coleridge.
From number 56.
How can I help you, Simon?
I know we don't know each other.
I wondered if I could borrow some milk.
Oh, I'm afraid we've... we've run out of milk.
I'm sure the shop on the corner will still be open.
There is no number 56.
Now, boys...
Daddy can't tell you a story tonight, but I can.
Once upon a time there was a demon,
a terrible demon who fed on despair.
A demon who would hunt
every inch of the Earth for the saddest,
most delicious person he could find.
He's a very clever demon...
...boys.
Very cunning.
Who is it?
It's Dan. From Parenthesis.
- Dan? - Yeah.
From Parenthesis?
Can I come in? It's pissing down.
I've worked there for years,
and I... I've never heard of anyone called Dan.
What's your last name... Dan?
Graves.
I'm new there. They put me on your book.
Thought I'd say hello.
I can't let you in.
I've come all this way.
No, you're gonna have to leave.
Can I at least use your lav?
Now, boys.
This demon can only feast
if those in despair allow it.
So, who do you think he's coming for tonight?
Who do we know... that's sad?
Open the door.
It's the police.
I'm gonna give you to the count of five and I'm coming in.
- One, two... - What's going on?
- Go back upstairs to your room. - Three...
What's going on?
- Four... - Go upstairs.
- Five... - Now!
Okay, have it your way.
There's someone here who wants to speak to you.
Mum?
It's me.
I'm back.
Open the door.
No.
Open up.
Let me in.
- Are the boys there? - Mum!
No.
No, boys, no...
- Don't, don't... - Mum! Mum!
- Please stop, please. - Mum, Mum!
- Please, it's not Mummy. - Mum!
- Don't. Don't. Don't! - Mum!
I've missed you all so much.
Come on, open up.
Open the door.
Come on.
Dad.
- Let him go, boy. - Dad!
Let him go.
I missed you.
I love you.
Come with me.
Mum!
Let me in.
Boys?
Boys, could you come into the living room, please.
I need to talk to you.
What do you think your mother would have said, hmm?
The boys are so...
And nobody came, nobody came...
Boys! Boys!
Boys!
Oh, no!
No, no. No more.
No more!
Crow!
Come back!
Please! Crow!
Dad?
Come here. Come here.
Come here. Don't look. It's alright.
I've got you. I've got you.
I'm here. It's alright, boys.
I've got you.
Stay here. Stay down.
Crow.
Come here. Don't move.
Don't move.
I am Crow of the death-chill.
God-eating. Trash-licking.
Word-murdering, math-bomb motherfucker.
Oh, God, no.
Uh... Towel.
Quick. Give me a towel. He's been cut. Here. Here.
Another one.
It's alright, Crow. It's okay. It's okay.
Just keep with us, please. Please, Crow.
Don't die on us. Please don't die.
Please.
You can't die.
Crow, don't die.
We need... we need you, Crow.
We need you.
Crow?
"Please don't die, Crow."
"Please don't die."
"We need you, Crow."
"We need you."
Obviously.
Here he is, the man of the hour.
- Thank you. - The book's beautiful.
Oh, thank you.
It'd want to be beautiful.
He only kept us waiting 18 months, didn't he?
Eh?
- Thank you. - Thank you.
- Hey. - Hey.
Got a lot of questions.
So do I.
Seriously, though, very proud to have it.
Very, very proud. Very proud.
Sorry, are you my brother?
You look a bit like him.
I mean, he's usually a lot scruffier.
Come here.
Kate, thank you for coming.
Amanda's here. Give me a moment.
- Hey. - Hey.
Thank you.
I wouldn't miss it. Hey.
Come on, then. Say a few words.
On the spot.
Um, well, uh...
Uh, thank you, everyone, for coming tonight.
Thank you, Andy, for organizing it.
Um...
Sorry, I'm not... I'm not very good at public speaking, so...
Uh, where was I? Um...
Yes, well, thank you.
It's taken a while to get here, and I...
I wouldn't be here tonight, um,
without a lot of... people in this room.
So, thank you.
Thank you to my two boys
for putting up with your sad, mad dad.
I love you both very much.
Um, thank you, too, Paul.
As you were...
English widower.
Let's go all the way back to the...
Let's go all the way back.
Sorry.
You'd have hated this.
But you're not here, so...
I'm gonna do it anyway.
"To all light things, I compared her...
to a snowflake, a feather.
I remember she rested at the dance on my arm..."
I love you!
I love you.
I love you!
I love you.
I love you! I love you! I love you!
I love you! I love you!
I love you.
Whoa!
I love you.
♪ Across the evening sky
♪ All the birds are leaving
♪ But how can they know
♪ It's time for them to go?
♪ Before the winter fire
♪ I will still be dreaming
♪ I have no thought of time
♪ For who knows
♪ Where the time goes?
♪ Who knows
♪ Where the time
♪ Goes?
♪ Sad, deserted shore
♪ Your fickle friends are leaving
♪ Ah, but then you know
♪ It's time for them to go
♪ But I will
♪ Still be here
♪ I have no thought of leaving
♪ I do not count the time
♪ For who knows
♪ Where the time goes?
♪ Who knows
♪ Where the time
♪ Goes?
♪ And I am not alone
♪ While my love is near me
♪ I know it will be so
♪ Until it's time to go
♪ So come the storms of winter
♪ And then the birds in spring again
♪ I have no fear of time