-[tense music playing] -[woman] No one ever listened to me.
I'm just a mum.
So I had to make them listen.
[man 1] What do you say to the closure?
[group] No!
[man 2] In 12 months from now,
what do you think the position of Corby will be?
That is a very, very difficult question,
but I… um… my answer would be, "Corby will survive."
[Gloria Gaynor] ♪ At first I was afraid ♪
♪ I was petrified ♪
♪ Kept thinking I could never live Without you by my side ♪
♪ But then I spent so many nights ♪
♪ Thinkin' how you did me wrong ♪
♪ And I grew strong ♪
♪ And I learned how to get along ♪
-♪ And so you're… ♪ -♪ Back from outer space ♪
♪ I just walked in to find you here With that sad look upon your face ♪
♪ Made you… ♪ What is it?
♪ I should have made you leave your key ♪
Come on, everyone!
[chatter]
♪ Till you were back to bother me Go on, now, go ♪
Peter, get up here!
Absolutely not!
Birthday boy's got shy.
♪ You're not wel… ♪
No, no, no! Fuck off! You're comin' up!
She's ruined me life anyway, so I may as well crack on with this.
[woman grunts] ♪ I'd crumble ♪
[both] ♪ Did you think I'd lay down and die? ♪
♪ Oh no, not I ♪
Come on, everyone!
[group] ♪ I will survive ♪
♪ Oh, as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay alive ♪
♪ I've got all my life to live And I've got all my love to give ♪
-♪ And I'll survive ♪ -What will you do?
♪ I will survive ♪
♪ Hey, hey ♪
-[breeze blowing] -["I Will Survive" fading slowly]
[sirens wailing in distance]
[woman 1] All right, love?
-[woman 2 on TV] Dawn French to kiss-- -[clicks off]
Any sound?
-No. -No sound at all?
No.
What did you do all night?
Nothin'.
Pete, give her the fiver.
[intriguing, rhythmic music playing]
-Night, Frank. -[Frank] Night, Tracey.
[music fades]
[Tracey, softly] Are you awake?
-Are my hands cold? -[groans]
[grunts]
I'm ovulating.
[bedsprings squeaking]
-[panting] It'll be this time. -[man] I'm trying to concentrate, Trace.
[moans lightly]
You'll see. It'll be this time.
Birthday treat!
[quirky music playing]
[breathing heavily]
-Go for it, Hugh. -[woman laughing]
[crowd cheers on TV]
[woman] There's something… Wait. Oh, it's…
-Are you all right? -Yeah.
[laughing]
-[birds singing] -[whimsical music fades]
[bright music playing]
[squeals]
Thank you. [sighs]
Thank you, thank you.
[chuckles]
[takes a deep breath]
[quirky, rhythmic music playing]
[under breath] You've got to be…
[Peter] Susan, where are my footie boots? I'm late for five-a-side.
-[boy exclaims, roars] -[roars playfully]
You been using them old condoms, twat?
-What? -I'm up the duff again.
What? Are you really?
[huffs]
[chuckles] Pull your knickers up. I'll give you a cuddle.
[sighs]
Oh! [laughs]
[Peter] I'm so happy. Another lad.
-It's definitely a lad, innit? -[Susan chuckles]
[gentle music fades]
Roy. Roy.
[Roy] Sorry, Councilor Hagen. Can't stop. Late.
Wondered whether you'd had any more thoughts
on me chairing the rail committee.
I'm deputy leader, Sam. It's not in my gift.
-Come on, Roy. You know it makes sense. -[laughs]
Come on.
Corby needs a railway station, and the railway station needs Sam Hagen.
Ah. Look, I'm busy.
Tonight matters.
Besides, you're on enough committees. Go play some golf or something.
Decided I don't like golf.
In 1950,
the great William Holford produced a plan for the new town of Corby.
It was a plan built on one simple thing, the steel industry.
Forty-five years later, in collaboration with the executive group,
we are trying something ourselves.
New Labour, new Corby.
And that is what this is all about.
Districting of shops and industrial parks seen in blue.
Tourism growth.
All on the back of continuing a rapid reclamation
and cleanup of steelworks land.
For 15 years, this council's tried to do something about it.
This year, we'll finally succeed.
Corby's a Labour town.
And we will continue to build a town for the laborers.
"Smelt it anew," as William Holford did.
[group applauds]
Needless to say, we need everybody behind this.
So, what questions have you got?
[intriguing music playing]
[indistinct, distant shouting]
[intense, rhythmic music building]
[man] All set.
All right. Got this one.
Dib, Dib, Dib. Here comes the clipboard. You all right?
Ah, he wasn't wearing a mask.
Oh, that's Derek. He's a good lad. Just gets hot.
Uh, where are the wheel washers? It's a question for my inspection.
Is he writing the report?
I'm just here to supervise. Get him settled in.
No, it's a good question.
It's nice to see young talent on the council.
Very nice.
Wheel washers are over there.
Uh, when do you put the covers on the trucks?
Ted, pencil pushers don't quite get it.
[Ted] This isn't about pencils. This is poisoned land.
Soil reports identify iron, arsenic, chromium, cadmium, calcium…
Listen, lad. British Steel did a shit.
Seventy years of steel waste when we took those buildings down.
They did a shit and didn't flush, and now we're the bog brush.
Listen to him, "bog brush."
He's not the bog brush. I am.
And the truth is, I love it. Can't complain at all.
I want the Middlehampton job too.
I saw the tenders for that were--
And the tendering needs to be done proper.
Our Bill wants his kitchen doing, doesn't he?
What does that mean?
It means Pat's a prick.
-That's his idea of a joke. -[chuckles]
Listen, Ted. I'll handle the paperwork on this one
while you learn the ropes, okay?
[Pat] Good idea.
Now, come on. Let's go and have a brew.
Stinks out here.
[unsettling music rises]
[intense music building]
[horn blares]
All right, Jimmy. Feeling brave, are we, mate?
Come on, then!
No fucking way.
♪ You're the devil in me… ♪
[horn blares]
Come on.
He's got it!
♪ You're comin' on strong And I like the way… ♪
[shouts, laughing]
Yeehaw!
♪ I'll tell you now, just don't cry ♪
♪ You've come far ♪
♪ You've shown you've come ♪
[energetic rock tune ends]
The doctor said if you need to take your happy pills…
I don't.
-All I'm saying is that… -I don't need to take my Valium.
I feel happier than I have in a long time.
If it wasn't for Daniel…
And this time I'll know what I'm doing.
-Come on, then. What we calling him? -[chuckles]
Hey. Forty-six loads today.
That's £36 bonus.
-You okay? -Yeah.
Mm.
If I do that over the course of the week, that's £150 minimum, on top.
And did you talk to Pat?
About putting you more in the office? About giving you some responsibility?
The council were in. Wasn't a good time. But hey, 150 to the extension fund.
Never a good time, is it?
-Come on, Mags. -You know you're better than he knows.
Put a call in to Pete Webb. Go work for Weldon Plant.
Ring up Noone and McGowan.
£150 for your extension…
Pat'll do me right.
What's for tea?
[clears throat]
[gentle music playing]
[monitor beeping]
-[doctor] Yes, we've a heartbeat here. -Oh, thank God.
[doctor] But I would like to keep you in tonight, if that's okay.
What else are you seeing? You seeing something else?
I think the baby's movements are on the lower end of average.
I would like to observe to confirm that. The baby…
Shelby. Her name's Shelby.
That's a lovely name.
Shelby will probably be absolutely fine, but best to be sure.
Maybe, Mr. Taylor, you could bring in some pajamas for Mrs. Taylor?
Do you have pajamas?
She don't usually wear pajamas, Doc. [laughs]
It'll be fine. You heard her.
Just need a chance to have a proper look, that's all.
[keyboard clacking]
[indistinct chatter]
What are you in for?
-Sorry? -[Susan] You do speak, then.
I have diabetes. Blood pressure through the roof.
I keep telling them, it's nothing to do with my body.
I'm just with the wrong fella. [laughs]
[sneezes]
-I think I'm allergic to these beds. -[Tracey] Yeah?
Wouldn't mind, but every time I sneeze, wee comes out.
And I can't see, never mind change my knickers.
[sneezes]
Maybe it's the sheets.
The wrong washing powder.
Maybe it's baba giving me shit.
Maybe it's you.
-What? -[Susan] I could be allergic to you.
[chuckles]
Is it your first? It's my second.
First one was easier.
[Tracey] Yep, it's my first.
She's not moving properly or something, so they need to look at it.
They say I should be out tomorrow.
None of 'em move properly.
If it was up to me, this one would be walking out of me right now.
You fart in your sleep. Do you know that?
-Do I? -[Susan] Has your bloke never told you?
They're not subtle ones, either. They're the ones you store up all day.
God. Sorry.
[Susan] Don't be. I'm awake anyway because of my allergies.
Gives me entertainment.
I'm grateful for them.
Might time them tonight. Do a little school chart. [laughs]
[Tracey chuckles]
[Susan] Why'd you waste your money on them?
[gasps]
Better. Thank you.
-All right, love. -Hello, Peter.
-Do you two know each other? -We work together. She pays my wages.
You do right to keep your farts in, love. He's got no patience for them.
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[sighs]
[snoring]
[grunts]
[groans] What's this shite?
Uh, Tomorrow's World, I think.
[man] I was watching Going for a Song.
Let's get you to bed, Dad. Might be a bit more comfortable.
[grunts]
Tomorrow's World.
-Is it buggered? -[both chuckle]
How was work?
Yeah, it was good.
Yeah? Why don't I believe that?
No, it's true.
Then why do you look like a slapped arse? [groans]
Shit. Give me… [gasps]
[coughing]
-Don't look at me like that. I'm fine. -It's all right.
Why are you back here? I told you to go.
You wanted me back, Dad.
Wanting is not the same as telling.
With all you could have… No.
This town is on a death slide.
Don't go down with it.
I won't.
I mean your soul.
I mean what you have in there.
Okay?
["Just" by Radiohead playing]
[softly] Okay.
♪ Can't get the stink out ♪
♪ He's been hangin' round for days ♪
[Ted] Morning.
♪ Comes like a comet ♪
♪ Suckered you but not your friends… ♪
Do you think I haven't seen a contract process before?
You think I can't tell when something's been properly tendered
and when it's slapdash?
[Bill] With all due respect, Sam, this is not your area of expertise.
♪ You do it to yourself, you do ♪
♪ And that's why it really hurts ♪
♪ Is that you do it to yourself Just you ♪
♪ You and no one else ♪
♪ You do it to yourself… ♪
[knocking on door]
-[Roy] Come in. -[rock song ends]
I, uh, hope you don't mind me…
[Roy] My door is always open.
But you can close it now, son.
Oh, right. Sorry.
[door closes]
My dad, Len, he, uh… He said to say hi.
Len?
Lenny. Len Jenkins. He used to work up at the plant with--
Fucking hell. [chuckles]
There's a name. I was terrified of him. He ran that floor like a navy frigate.
Ah, well, I'm just getting started here, as you know, and I had some concerns.
[hesitating] And I wasn't sure if…
I thought it was best to bring them to you, so…
What concerns have you got, Ted?
-The Rhodes and Miller plant. -[chuckles]
Pat's place. He's a twat, isn't he?
I'm supposed to be the lead man there,
and I wrote a report months ago on the continuing reclamation,
and Bill, Bill Martin, he, um… he took the inspection off of me.
And he just now submitted his report, and I just got sight of it,
and some of the questions that I had weren't on there, and…
Yeah, I heard you were creating a spot of trouble.
You heard I was making trouble?
I heard you were "troubled"… with getting to know the place.
University, right?
Looked at your CV.
A graduate, am I right?
-Is that seen as a black mark against me? -It's not. It's great.
Big Len must be so proud of his son back here with his degree.
-I'm just trying to do my job properly. -You're just trying to find the balance
between the red tape and the reality.
Hard balance to find.
Mr. Thomas, I have full respect--
These are local men,
working with us as best they can, pulling together with us as best they can.
Help them, and they'll listen.
And if they don't listen?
Then maybe you listen to them.
But go on, talk me through it. Rhodes and Miller. I'm all ears.
-I'll come back another time. -As you wish, son.
[grunts]
Hey.
Give my best to your dad.
Tell him…
Tell him I'm still scared rigid of him.
Will do.
[man on radio] 18th November 1996.
18th November 1996.
[crisp packet scrunching drowns out radio]
…at Wembley Arena in London.
Twenty-nine days to go until the Indoor Archery Championship…
[yelps]
[gasps]
[Susan] Is he in?
Well, you better go get him.
I don't care if he's just ordered a pie, tell him his kid's on the way.
[energetic music playing on stereo]
[Susan] Will you stop that and drive?
I want him to be listening to something good.
You should've found something interesting to say for the last 9 months.
-[chuckles] You're too excited, you. -[chuckles]
Right, now start the car or I'll have him here.
I love you.
-[laughs] -♪ All of the nights ♪
♪ Every day and every night ♪
♪ And you'll never go away… ♪
Everything's fine.
[Tracey] It will be.
Oh. The keys.
[groaning]
[nurse 1] Well done. Well done.
Keep going. Head's coming.
Come on, my boy! Gary Lineker, come on!
Can you stop talking to him and start talking to me.
-Come on, Arthur Rowley. -Arthur fucking Rowley?
-Last push, come on. One more push! -[groaning]
He's there!
-Well done! Congratulations. -[panting]
-[nurse 1] Clamp there. -[Susan] Hey.
[baby crying]
[Peter] I love you.
Hello, my boy.
[nurse 1] Can I ask you to take a look?
Where are you taking him?
-[nurse] Can you go and get the doctor? -Yeah.
[nurse 1] I just want him checked over.
[door opens]
[nurses speaking indistinctly]
Peter… why are they all talking over him?
[nurse 2] Let's check vitals.
-Go and see. -[nurse 2] Heart beat normal.
[Susan] Come on, go and see.
Right, check lungs are clear.
What's wrong?
[Peter] It's, um…
It's his hand.
[nurse 1] Plastic surgery consult.
-Nothing else was picked up on the scan. -What's wrong with his hand?
[Peter] It's not right.
-Can I see him? Can I see him? -[nurse 3] In a minute. In a minute.
I need to see my son.
I need to see my fucking son!
-[groaning] -[nurse 1] That's it, Tracey.
[nurse 2] Well done. Well done.
-Well done. -You've done it. Look at her.
-[nurse 1] There she is. -Look at her.
-[nurse 1] There. -Is she okay?
Yeah, she's doing great.
Come on, then. There we go.
Aww.
There you go. Well done. Congratulations.
Hello.
[husband chuckles]
Hello, Shelby.
-I'm Tracey. I'm your mum. -[nurse 1] Can I borrow you, Sister?
[Tracey] This is your dad.
-Call a consultant. -Okay.
[Tracey] She's not crying.
Okay, so what we're gonna do is get baby and dad out of here.
Shelby. She's called Shelby.
-Get baby and dad out of here… -[Tracey] I can't feel anything.
-What's the matter? -Shelby.
[nurse 2] We're having a problem birthing the placenta.
-Tracey's losing a lot of blood. -There's something wrong with her ear.
You just concentrate on getting this out for now, hey?
Nurse, you need to get them now.
[nurse] Mr. Taylor? Let's find you somewhere to sit.
There's a problem getting a consultant. We're going to get you in surgery.
In surgery?
She's losing a lot of blood. Come out of the way, please.
You just need to birth the placenta, Tracey.
I think there's something wrong.
-[nurse 1] Stay with me. Stay awake. -[nurse 3] It's okay.
Tracey, come on.
[unsettling music playing]
Hello.
Shall we put him in the cot?
I'll put him in the cot.
It's all right.
[baby fusses]
[Susan] There we go.
Hello.
I said goodbye to you.
Did you?
You bled. And it was a cock-up, I think. There weren't the right people here.
But you're fine now.
Can I hold her?
[chuckles softly]
[Shelby fusses]
Hello, Shelby.
[sighs happily]
Can you tell us what happens now?
You're going to be taking young Connor home.
We can take him home?
Other than the hand deformity, Connor's showing good vital signs.
And what about the… hand?
Well, that we are going to help him with.
We all need a pincer grip.
There are a number of options we'll explore together.
The best likely option might be removing a couple of toes
and grafting those onto his hand.
[clears throat]
Won't that be painful?
I won't lie to you, it won't be easy.
But we'll do our best by him.
What…
What happened?
[doctor] Sometimes children are just born different.
I didn't drink. I didn't smoke.
-I used insulin. They said it was safe. -[doctor] This is nothing to do with you.
I did, uh…
I did take Valium.
But I stopped as soon as I knew I was pregnant.
Mrs. McIntyre… this is not your fault.
How long?
Ten weeks, he thinks.
I wanted to build the extension before the next one.
Yeah, I know, love.
You do want it, though, right?
-Are you joking? -What?
No, sorry. Sorry. This is amazing.
-Oh my God. -Good. Okay. It's good.
This is amazing. It's the best news.
Mm.
[chuckles]
[horn blares]
[Pat] Whoo! [laughs]
Yabba-dabba-doo! Whoo!
Come on!
Go on, then. What?
We got the Middlehampton contract!
Hey, we got Middlehampton?
Martin gave me the nod. I wouldn't believe it till I could see it.
Is now the time to ask if I could work in the office?
[Pat] Oh.
-I've got a baby on the way… -Derek, you're ruining my moment here.
Whoo! Whoo!
I'll set you right. I will.
But I don't know what I'd do without my best driver.
This is just the beginning, Derek.
Good times… start… here!
[exhales]
-[Connor fussing] -[door closes]
-Well, hello. -[sitter] Hello.
Daniel, Mummy's home.
[Susan] Well, here we are, then.
Hello. Is this the new one?
Have you been a good boy for young Natalie?
-Yeah. -[Natalie] Yeah.
Okay. Back in a bit.
Where are you going?
Wet the baby's head.
Come on. I'll show you out.
Right.
[door closes]
[nurse] More comfortable now?
She doesn't want to feed.
She's just catching up on some rest.
How did she feed earlier?
Um…
Yeah. She had a good long one.
[Tracey] And is this normal?
She's been with me two and half hours and hasn't wanted to feed once.
Shall I tell you what is normal? First-child anxiety.
[chuckles softly]
You rest up.
Not many survive what you did.
Thought we'd lost you.
-Well, you didn't. -No.
-[coughs] -Well, I'll be off.
There's nurses should you need anything.
Just pull that cord.
Will do, thanks.
[door closes]
[indistinct chatter]
-[Roy] Ah, right, do I make a speech? -[men] No!
Fuck the lot of yous.
Thanks for coming.
-Listen, I've got a wee speech. -No! Jesus, no!
-You might learn something. -About the history of the Labour movement?
Listen, I'd just like to say that I knew Roy
when he was a much younger man.
And the tragedy you see before you was not always this way.
Sit down.
And the women. The women.
[group] Oh!
The women, they'd walk right past him on the way to me.
It's true. It's true.
And the work.
Never liked to work, did you, Roy? Always found a way to pass it to me.
You knew nothing about work, Sam. He stayed well away from steel.
That's because I work with my mind, no with my hands, eh.
That brings me to this.
Jesus Christ. Look who it isn't.
[indistinct lively chatter]
Well, this is nice. You here to celebrate Roy?
No, I'm just getting a quick pint. I didn't even know it was going on.
Well, I love birthdays.
Yeah?
People from all different walks of life getting together.
Council, football, steelwork.
You know, actually, I recognize a few of them.
My dad, Len, he was Roy's old foreman at the mill.
-What, really? -Yeah.
Wow.
Ah.
-The golden days of Corby. -[chuckles]
While our lungs were being burnt out by the smelting process.
-[laughs] -Yeah.
My dad's not doing that well, you know.
[under breath] Shit.
Never quite get it right with you, do I?
Like a frigging sprocket on a spring. Guaranteed to piss you off.
Look, it's okay. You didn't know.
Was that a bit of compassion?
Oh, and a smile. That's a smile, isn't it? [chuckles]
I'm not the only prick in town, you know.
I know.
There's Graham over there.
And Phil. He's rebuilding the football grounds.
And Pete.
We're all just… just trying to get this shithole on back on its feet.
I support that. Of course I do.
But I just believe it should be… handled in the right way.
Oh, I know. I agree.
Let's do it right together.
Don't have to be war. Bit of peace is lovely too.
Let me get you a bag of crisps.
No thanks, mate.
[Roy] Hey, hey.
-[Pat] Roy! -Pats.
What do we have here? Do I see love?
-[Pat] Not much of a party. -Cheeky git.
What are you ordering?
About a dozen whiskies.
-Well, I'm gonna go for a wee. -[Roy] Ted?
-Councilor. -[Roy] Join us.
-[Ted] Nah, I've got to head home… -Pint of Red Stripe, please.
-Thank you. -There you go.
Two twenty.
-You've got a glow on you, haven't you? -Don't start that again. Thank you.
You're the one with your tits out. Don't blame a man for looking.
-They're not out. -Well, they are.
They're just… I just had a baby. All right?
You had a baby, have you? Go on.
-Just one thing… -Pass it down. Thank you, Roy.
Why am I buying the drinks, by the way?
-[group] Cheers. -[Sam] Cheers, cheers, cheers, cheers.
Aye, he's a good lad. I worked with his old man about 20 years.
Seven-year… Everything comes in seven-year cycles.
[somber music playing]
[tense music playing]
[Shelby fussing]
[Connor crying]
[wails]
[group, drunkenly] ♪ …to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday, dear Roy ♪
[Shelby fussing]
[crying]
[coughing]
[grunting]
[coughs]
[groans] Help!
[Sam] A council worker on nights. Now, that you don't always see.
I'm just catching up.
What, on your overtime?
No, I'm not on the clock.
Ted, right?
Yeah.
You a Corby lad? Not a Scottish name.
Edward.
Anglo-Saxon, I believe.
My parents were Scottish.
Oh, I've heard all about you, Anglo-Saxon Ted.
They're worried about you.
They've got no reason to be.
That's a shame.
Keep on keeping on, Ted.
[door opens, closes]
[Connor fussing]
[Peter] Can't talk. I need a piss.
Where've you been?
I thought you were going for one pint.
-[Peter] Did I say that? -No.
[Peter urinating]
I still did.
[toilet flushes]
[Peter] Fools make guesses. Wise men look for facts.
Can we sit down and talk?
No. I'm in no state.
[Susan] You can pick him up. He doesn't bite yet.
[intriguing music playing]
I need some kip.
[rain pattering]
-[husband] Shouldn't you be in a bed? -[Tracey] I wanted to be close to Shelby.
She's down there.
They say there are things wrong everywhere.
You've done nothing wrong. You've done nothing wrong.
[crying] They wouldn't listen.
I couldn't make them. They wouldn't listen.
Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.
Please stay comfortable, Mrs. Taylor.
-Is she dead? -[doctor] No.
But Shelby Anne is not very well, I'm afraid.
Her heart only has two chambers.
She has developmental defects to her lungs and a number of other challenges.
[breathing shakily]
[doctor] I need to talk to you about the options we have here.
[sniffles]
-[Susan] Only me. -[Daniel coughs]
Are you home?
-[Peter] Yeah. -[Susan] Hey.
-What are you doing? -Um…
I'm not quite… Sorry, love, I thought you were out.
Did you, now?
Yeah. Sorry.
Sorry for what?
Sorry you're going to sneak out like a rat?
This isn't what I wanted.
Which bit? Which bit isn't what you wanted?
He's still your kid.
Yeah, but he doesn't look like… He fucking…
Like your son should?
-Watch your mouth. -Or what, you're going to leave me?
-[scoffs] -Don't give me that.
When you can't stand to touch him.
That's not true.
I can see it.
I see you, always have.
I can see it.
But I'm not going, am I, Peter?
And you've always been a twat, but this much is quite a surprise.
Yeah, fuck you.
If you go, you're not coming back. Do you understand?
Hey, not a chance.
You don't understand.
What's to understand? You're either a coward, or you're not.
[Peter] You know what my mother always said about you?
"She looks fun, but she'll never keep a family proper."
[Susan] You know what my dad said about you?
"He's a cunt. But if you like him, go for it, love."
Get out of the car. Get out of the car.
Stop the car!
[tense music playing]
Stop the car!
If you fucking go, this is it!
I never trusted you!
I didn't ever trust you!
[breathing shakily]
[glass shatters outside]
[dogs barking below]
Oi!
Oi! Oi!
Come back!
[Connor crying]
[Susan] Hey.
Yeah?
Hello.
Hello, my boy.
[chuckles]
Hi.
Susie?
-[woman] Will you look at that! -[Susan] Pattie!
You all right, love? I wondered why I hadn't seen much of you.
Congratulations.
You too. Let's have a look at your bairn.
He's got a bad hand. Don't stare, okay?
So has mine.
[Pattie] Fuck off.
How'd that happen?
I don't know.
[crow cawing]
[bright piano music playing]
[Daniel speaking indistinctly]
[girl] Dada. I want a snack.
[boy] Mum, watch me.
Mum!
-[Connor crying] -[Susan] Come on, love.
Enough of that, hey?
Well, you can't have one of mine, kid.
I'd give you it, but no.
[chuckles]
What's going on, hey?
What's the story?
I think I might be the worst mother you could ask for.
But we'll set it right, okay?
We'll set it right.
[somber tune building]
[music peaks, fades]
[children playing]