Sally4Ever (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Episode #1.7 - full transcript

- Are we still getting married?
- Yeah, yeah, of course.

You put me in a hospital
once. Please don't do it again.

Have a good trip.

What did Sally and Nigel
get up to in that bedroom?

I like to believe that
Sally didn't enjoy it.

And what do you really believe?

- I think she really enjoyed it.
- Okay.

I can't stop thinking
about the other night.

I guess we made a really big mistake.

Well, I, um...

The thing with Sally is I love her.



Think she's just shitting herself 'cause

she's gotta get married.

She's gonna be imprisoned
for the rest of her life.

- Do you fancy me?
- What?

- Do you?
- Would you let me go?

Wow.

- What is this place?
- It's where stars stay.

Thanks, Pedro.

- Oh, my God, it's amazing!
- Wow.

Oh, my God. Look at it. Look!

It's incredible. Come
look in the bathroom.

Let me see, let me see!

So beautiful.

Oh, let's have a bath.



Why don't we have like
a really sexy bath?

We could just have a look around first.

- Oh, my God. It's amazing.
- Look at these petals.

Look!

Oh, my God, that's so sweet.

It says, "For the Honeymooners."

Oh, God, that's really
posh champagne, Em.

- We totally deserve it.
- Do you think it comes with the room,

or do you think if you
open it, you have to buy...

- pay extra, or...?
- Please stop worrying.

It's really unattractive.

- God.
- Shit.

This feels so amazing.

♪ My beautiful bride ♪
♪ My beautiful bride ♪

♪ Cheers to my beautiful bride ♪

Cheers. Okay. Um.

Mmm.

Sorry, I'm just...
I'm a tiny bit worried

because the room costs, like,

- 17,000 pounds a week. Is that right?
- Amazing, yeah.

And you're not working,
and I don't have... that.

Just please, don't make
this all about fucking money.

The food is meant to be out of
this world. I mean, I just...

Well, what I've done,
um, so I've just got...

You know, some basics. I've got
tomatoes, bread, cheese and stuff.

This?

I'm not eating bread and
tomatoes on my honeymoon.

And I don't want to be cooped
up here like some fucking gypsy.

Sorry, but, you know...

Heston Blumenthal is the chef here.

If you eat fish here, which
I am definitely going to do,

they catch it fresh from the
loch, bring it to the table,

flapping, and then gas
it right in front of you.

- God, that sounds horrible.
- I think it sounds really sexy.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Come on, please. Let's have
a posh dinner tonight, babe.

The thing is, I'm just
feeling really tired.

- Yeah.
- Feeling quite tired,

so, maybe you should go and
get a massage or something.

So you don't want a massage?

No, I'm good. Have a massage.

- No, 'cause I've got something better.
- I'm just really tired.

No, no, no. This'll wake
you up. This'll be great.

I think I got a bit caught.
No, that's all right.

Em, honestly, I'm really, really tired.

Is that okay? Yeah. You
ready? Just touch it.

I just want to have some bread
and cheese and maybe a cup of tea

and we can watch telly.
Is there a tea...?

- There's probably tea and coffee.
- I don't want to watch telly.

Just pull my cock, please.

- Hi, there.
- Hi.

I've got, um, a table for two booked.

It's Mrs. and Mrs. de
Florentier-Wentaugh.

- Okay.
- Yeah, just got married.

Um... oh, my God, that
buffet looks amazing.

Um, with the buffet, is it, like,

an all-you-can-eat,
sort of, Harvester-type?

Uh, just help yourselves.

Help yourselves. Great. And
then if you're still hungry,

- you just keep going back, is it?
- That's fine, thank you.

Okay.

It's just the hors d'oeuvre, so...

God.

Just go back and get and
eat as much as you want.

So, I think we should
try and keep going back

before the other people get stuff.

- It's quite a lot.
- Yeah.

- Nice, though. Cheers.
- I'm really not hungry.

- What?
- I'm just not very hungry.

Well, you have to eat it.

- What do you mean?
- You have to.

- I don't have to.
- Well, otherwise,

I'm gonna to have to eat both of them,

'cause they get really angry.

'Cause they're Scottish.

Why are you being so sulky?

It's so much seafood.

Smells really horrible.

Wow.

What are you doing?

- Come on.
- No.

- Come on!
- No.

We're just married.

- Please, I don't want to.
- Come on.

- I don't want to.
- Sal. Sal!

- I don't...
- Sal! Come on!

My name is Peter Fontessa.

Helping your food go down.

- Do you want any of those clams?
- No, I'm good.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I just got married.
I'd really love to do...

a song for my wife.

Um, it's for my bride.

It's A minor, G major, F sharp minor.

Yeah, I just have a set list.

It'd be amazing on the guitar.

I have a set list which I...

F minor, D.

Record again. What record?

Hi, guys. This is a bit spontaneous...

Um, it's just the way I roll.

So, um, I would really love...

to sing a song for you guys.

I'm an actress and a singer,
and so many things, but...

most of all, I just want to dedicate
this to my beautiful new wife.

Take it away, Peter.

♪ I lay you down on sheets
of silk, oh, lassie girl ♪

♪ Your skin is soft as
summer milk, oh, lassie girl ♪

♪ Hair entangled ♪
♪ Lips entwine ♪

♪ I worship at your downy
shrine, oh, Lassie girl ♪

♪ The mountain glen
reflects the moon ♪

♪ The bedding time
cannot come too soon ♪

♪ I'll ride you through
the hay and the heather ♪

♪ Sally forever ♪

Sally.

♪ Thrump-pa-ti-ta tum ♪

♪ Dum pa ti tum ♪

♪ Pum pa ti pum ♪

♪ Oh dam pa ti dum ♪

♪ Ba ba ba bum ♪

Ow!

Oh. Hey.

- Let me help you.
- Sorry.

You all right? Looked painful, that.

Thank you. I'm just a bit clumsy.

You all right? You look a bit teary.

Yeah, I'm fine. Yeah, thank you. Sorry.

All right. You sure
you're gonna be all right?

- Upstairs. Yeah.
- Thank you.

All right.

Where's my beautiful wife?

- Hey, baby.
- Hey.

Hey. I got you some clams, in
case you got hungry in the night.

Oh, no. I'm fine. Thanks.

Okay. Well, they're
there if you need them.

- Em, I...
- It's so amazing here.

Yeah. Emma, I, um...

Hi.

Sorry. Um, I called the...

bank to ask them to extend my overdraft.

And, um, they said that you called them?

- Did you call them?
- I don't think so, no.

Well, it's just they
said you did. And, um...

And that you'd extended
it by 12,000 pounds.

You just never let it go, do you?

- What's wrong?
- You smell, um... You smell like fish.

Yeah, I was just eating
a giant fish buffet.

Should I go clean my teeth?

Maybe, yeah. Would that be okay?

Yeah, sure. And then we can get sexy.

I won't be long.

So... where were we?

- Were you just sick?
- Yeah. I feel much better.

Em, just, sorry. I
think I'm a bit tired.

- Em...
- What do you mean?

I feel tired.

You can't do this, sweetie.
Not on our marriage night.

- Sorry.
- 'Cause when you're married, you kind of have rights.

- Yeah?
- Okay. It's just...

Oh, God!

I don't feel very well.

Oh, my God.

Oh, that feels better.

Oh, God!

Oh. Oh, God.

Oh, that was a rough night.

I feel so ill.

Ah! Oh. Oh, God!

Oh, God. Sorry.

- Oh, Emma.
- Sorry, can you take the sheets off?

Oh, God!

Oh, my God.

So sorry.

- It's not your fault.
- Does it smell at all?

Yeah. Yeah.

There's all tentacles, and bits of claw.

- Didn't you chew anything?
- I was just really hungry.

How is that on the picture?

I just thought
everything was the toilet.

Come back. Snuggle in with me.

- Em, I'd really love to...
- We need a sexy cuddle.

I'd love to do that, but it stinks, Em,

and it's making me
feel quite, quite weird.

Look, why don't I take the sheets,

get some fresh air,
try and find a nurse.

- Do I look okay?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, you look good.
- Thank you.

How's your shins?

Um, yeah. Fine, thanks.

- A shame about the weather.
- Yeah.

- Rubbish, isn't it?
- Scotland, I suppose.

Well, we're, uh...

We're gonna grab a pair of
lattes and some sticky buns.

- Oh, are you?
- Do you fancy joining us?

Oh, no, I don't want to intrude.

- Oh, you wouldn't be. We're people-people.
- Yeah.

- Great. Thank you. Yeah.
- After you.

See...

I just love coming here. To get bumpin'.

Maybe choc sprinkles and what not.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

People assume I'm like,
craggy and natural,

but we all like to look good, don't we?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I mean, you just had your
boobs done, hadn't you?

No, I haven't.

Oh, sorry. You mean your mum?

Eileen's my wife.

- We're on our honeymoon.
- Oh, I'm really sorry.

That's all right. That's why
I'm piling up on the carbs.

- Keeping you up all night, eh?
- Yeah, yeah.

Listen, we're, uh...

We're going horse riding,
if you fancy a gallop.

I've never done it before,
actually. Do you ride a lot?

- Yeah, I've done a bit.
- Yeah.

- You know.
- Yeah. That sounds really fun.

You all right?

- Are you gonna come, Eileen?
- Yes.

She's a good rider. Oh, you know.

God, Emma. You've done
it again, have you?

- Are you feeling any better?
- No. Much worse, actually.

Nurse was really concerned.

She looked at all these poos,

and then when she was here, I
did this really, really long one,

and she just ran out of the room.

- Where have you been?
- Sorry. My battery died.

And then I just, there was
this really sweet old guy,

and, um, just had some food.

So you've just been
spending the last five hours

with some old weirdo?

He wasn't that old, or
weird. He was an actor.

- He's an actor.
- Yeah. Somebody... Bean?

- Mr. Bean?
- No, um, maybe Sean?

- Sean Bean?
- Yeah.

Oh, my God. That's...

Well, just get him 'round.

Well, I don't really think this is
a good scenario to meet Sean Bean.

Do you? I mean...

Oh, but you can spend the dime with him.

Look, we just had a
sticky bun and a latte.

You've really shown a really,

really sinister side to
yourself on this honeymoon.

Selfish.

- Aren't you?
- Sorry. Yeah.

Well, just invite him over now.

I want to see him. I
want to meet Sean Bean.

- What, now?
- Yes.

Really? I mean...

- I don't know if this is the place to...
- Why are you mocking me

when I've had all these
poos flying out of me?

I'm not mocking you, I'm just
wondering if this is the best scenario.

Well, just put the duvet over them.

- Invite him 'round.
- Okay.

Thanks for coming in,
guys. So, just to explain...

I'm acting head until Deborah returns.

Is it true that Debbie's in rehab?

I'm not prepared to comment.

- So that's a yes, then.
- If there are no more questions...

What about the wheelchair?

My consultant, Rajiv, told me, I, um...

I have a condition.

BIID. It means in essence,

my brain wants me to be a paraplegic.

So basically, you were lying

when you said that
your legs didn't work.

My disease told me
that they didn't work.

What about Sally? Is she coming back?

It's unlikely.

Not until Deborah's
assault charge is processed.

I don't think any of us
would feel safe around Sally

knowing she was capable
of something like that.

What, so Deborah's accusing Sally of...

- assaulting her?
- Very much so.

She almost took a
chunk out of Deb's vulva

in a botched attempt
to win the promotion.

This is bullshit.
Deborah assaulted Sally.

Po-tay-toes, po-tah-toes.

- Jesus!
- How can you fucking show your face?

What?

I saw you brown-nosing
Sean by the horses!

I am dressed up and ready to go

and I want to meet Sean.

Tonight. I want us to
go for dinner. Okay?

Em, sorry. I'm just,
I'm feeling really tired.

- Why are you doing this to me?
- Seriously, Emma.

- Like, I'm really worried I've got your thing.
- Oh, Christ.

I'm sorry. I just think

we're in a really, really
difficult place right now.

- You mean Scotland?
- No. Emotionally.

I think we need to just
release some pressure.

Em, I really, really
don't want to have sex.

- I'm not talking about sex.
- I'm tired.

I'm not talking about sex.

Why do you have to cry every time?

- Okay?
- Okay.

Look, Belinda taught me this thing

where you just shout really
abusive stuff to the other person,

and it really helps to
puncture the toxic balloon

that's built up between them.

So, for example, "I hate you."

- Yeah?
- That's awful. I don't... I'm mean, I'm just tired.

No, no, no, no, no. Seriously,
it'll be really, really good for you.

It's so freeing.

So, I'll start.

I'm just saying stuff to you like,

I fucking hate you.
You fucking cunt. Okay?

- Okay.
- Bitch.

- Yeah. Get it?
- Yeah, I get it.

Okay, so I just need you to
try and do the same, okay?

Just say something like, "I
fucking hate you, you disgust me,

"I can't stand you, I hate
you, you're worthless."

- You know, that kind of thing.
- I fucking hate you.

- Bigger.
- I fucking hate you so much! I can't stand you!

You're fucking worthless!
You disgust me. Fuck off!

I fucking hate you so
much. I can't stand you.

You're fucking worthless.
You disgust me. Fuck off!

Mate...

It's not looking good.
She's gone psycho.

You want to come down to
Picasso's with me and Tonny, then?

Cheer yourself up?

- Could do, yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Could, uh...

get one of those
big pizzas you like.

- Hawaiian?
- Yeah. A big Hawaiian.

Hey, Tonny's got a sister. She's single.

- How old is she?
- Don't worry about it. Sixty-five.

She doesn't look it. She looks older.

But, you know, sort of woman you'd
just be perfect for. Honestly.

- Let's do that Hawaiian. Let's do it.
- Stick a pineapple on it.

That's what she likes, apparently.

Yeah.

- Thank you so much for this, David.
- That's great.

I mean, I just thought I should get

some new photos for my dating profile.

I've always loved Puss in Boots.

Something fun, but powerful.

Oh, yeah. That's great.

Yeah. Amazing no one's
snapped you up, already.

There was someone at the
office, but I don't know...

I felt he just couldn't
see past the chair.

- Do you still need the chair?
- It's complicated.

But today, my legs are playing ball.

That's great. That's really lovely.

That's nice. That's really...

Oh, God, yeah. That's good.

Ah!

Push it!

Push it!

That's great.

Well, on the days you do need the chair,

I'd be more than happy to...

push a big, powerful
puss around town.

Oh, but... What about you and Jemima?

You'll be busy with the baby.

No, that withered on the vine.

Not the baby, but turned
out not to be mine.

I'm so sorry, David.

Anyway, maybe with this leg...

Okay. Oh, how?

Over there.

Now, maybe... Yeah, clutch the tree.

Yeah, put your hands behind
your back, and clu... That's it.

Yeah, that's it. Lovely.

Clutch it hard. That's it.

Clutch. Clutch!

- Clutch!
- Oh!

- Oh!
- Yes!

Oh!

- Yes!
- Oh!

- Yes!
- Oh!

- Yes!
- Oh!

- Yes.
- Ah!

- Ah!
- Ah!

- Ah!
- Oh!

Oh!

That's good. That's lovely.

Oh, just... Oh.

God, you look terrible. Like a ghost.

Oh, God. Where's Sean?

I don't know.

Uh, a table booked for a Mr. Bean.

Why are you being so sulky?

Oh, God!

Yeah.

Oh, Sean.

Hi, I'm Emma de
Florentier. I'm an actress.

Hey.

- Nice to meet you.
- God.

That's Sally's sick,
Sean. That wasn't me.

Well, you're not
having a very good time.

- Horrible. Sorry, Sean.
- Uh.

Sally, you should really go
to bed. That's disgusting.

It's okay.

Don't matter anyway, because
Eileen's having a lie-down.

- Is she?
- She's a bit tired, yeah.

- Hope you feel better.
- Thank you.

- Sorry about that, Sean.
- Is she all right?

Yeah, she's got a lot of problems.

She actually pooed the bed
the other night, as well.

- Did she?
- It's just...

one of her things. It's, uh...

Sorry. Yeah. Is Eileen lying down?

She's just tired. She's, you
know, when it gets to this time...

- She's that age.
- She's knackered, yeah.

Do you like older women?

- Yeah.
- 'Cause I'm...

quite old. Probably
older than you think I am.

Look about 33, 34, or something?

Yeah, it's kind of, if you double
that, you're kind of closer.

- Sixty-eight?
- Just off. Just off. I'm 69.

- You're not.
- Yeah.

You're joking. God,
you look really good...

- to keep in good shape like you are.
- Oh, thank you.

- You really are.
- Thank you, Sean.

- Congratulations.
- Well, you, too.

Get off. Thanks, yeah, I'm all right.

- You look amazing.
- Just trying to get along. You know what I mean?

Could I give you my show reel?

- Um, is that something you could watch?
- Yeah.

- 'Cause I'm an actress, I forgot to say.
- Oh, are you? Right, well...

I can't promise I'm
gonna watch it tonight,

'cause, you know, Eileen...

Do you mind if you do watch it tonight?

- Do I... mind?
- It'd be great if you could,

- just 'cause I'd love to work with you...
- Okay. Yeah.

- And kind of get that ball rolling.
- Maybe when I get back. Um.

Maybe. I'd better check on her actually,

'cause she's been asleep
for about... four hours.

Oh, God, I hope she's not dead.

So I'll go and see if she's all right.

- All right.
- What are you doing now, Sean?

- I'm just checking on...
- What room are you in?

Um, God, I can't remember.
Probably on my key card.

- Do you want me to come up with you?
- No, it's all right.

Just in case Eileen is dead?

Just a bit of time, best bet. Bye.

Okay. Bye.

Okay. So it's not food poisoning,

and your glucose levels look fine,

so, I think it's probably
just the pregnancy.

- What?
- It's just the pregnancy.

- You didn't know?
- Oh, my God.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- Oh, my God.
- This is good news?

I don't know. Are you sure?

- I'm sure.
- I can't believe it.

That's mad.

- Oh, my God.
- Are you okay?

_

Okay. Pop Mum on the couch

and have a little look
at what's going on, okay?

Well, you have the
degree of urethral pouting

I'll expect in a woman your age.

- Quite an eager clitoris.
- Hmm.

Does it normally poke out like that?

- I think it just depends what time of day it is.
- Uh-huh.

Nice and meaty vulva.

A little tight and
dry around the opening.

Not great for birth,
so I would recommend

you do some stretching exercises.

Do you mean like Pilates or something?

Uh, more manual manipulation to...

widen the vulva.

I can show you now, if you like.

Sandra, can you pass me
the vaginal brush, please?

Does it have to be now?

Now, I would recommend you have
a good old wax before D-Day.

You've, uh... quite a
hefty thicket down here, so.

Baby won't be able to see the
wood for the trees, as it were.

Okay. Right.

Gonna go in dry. Just
going to insert my thumbs

into your vagina.

And scoop 'round and down.

Around and down.

Just to help coax the vulvic
mouth into a big, wide scream.

I just keep...

pummeling my thumbs along
the perennial bridge,

traveling back and forth between

anus, pudenda.

Anus and puddy. Anus and puddy.

Anus and puddy.

Anus and puddy.

Anus and puddy.

Anus and puddy. Anus and puddy.

Anus and puddy. Anus and puddy.

Anus and puddy. Anus and puddy.

Anus and puddy. Anus and
puddy. Anus and puddy.

Anus and puddy.

Make it nice and stretchy,

for baby's big bonce.

So what else did you want to get?

Um, I thought we should
get a feeding cushion.

- You're not gonna breast feed, are you?
- Yeah.

I just want these
boobies to stay as mine.

Baby want the milk.

Baby want mamma milky.

These are my boobies.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hi.

Bloomin' heck.

- Sally.
- Hi.

Uh, this is Sally.

Uh, Angela.

Sally. I used to work with Sally. Um...

- a long time ago.
- And Emma.

- I'm Emma.
- Angie.

- Hi, Angie.
- Hi.

- You look different.
- Thanks. I feel different, yeah.

Are you transitioning, or...?

Uh, well, if going from sad
to blissful is transitioning,

then, yes, I'm transitioning.

We're nesting, so...

Oh, my God, you're pregnant, as well!

Not yet, but, um...
you're making me broody.

- Yeah. How many months is that?
- One.

- Oh, um, eight.
- Eight. Right.

Yeah. Getting there.

- Nearly there.
- Yeah.

Well, congratulations
on the final stretch.

- Been nice, and take care.
- See you again...

See you down the road apiece.

Let's get together. All of us.

Yeah, what about next
week, or something, or...?

Oh, now. In the cafe? I'd love a snack.

- Well...
- We've gotta go.

You just had a snack, didn't
you? Some... packet of yum yums.

- Food police.
- We can't really, now.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

So, uh, how did you guys meet?

Well, Nigel walked into my yoga class,

and I was like, "Hello.
I'm having me some of that."

That's weird. 'Cause you always said

you hated yoga. It's real bullshit.

And everyone who did yoga is a twat.

- Why are you saying this now?
- I just remember. It's funny.

Um. Yeah. Well, I've changed.

- Okay.
- Love can change anybody.

They're so skimpy with the chips here.

I'm gonna go get myself some more.

- Would you guys like any?
- No, thanks.

Okay.

She seems really sweet. Likes her food.

Yeah. Yeah, she's a
great cook, actually.

Lots of really interesting
recipes from Hi-mal-ayas.

- Have you been to the Hi-mal-ayas?
- Not yet,

- but we're planning a trip.
- Do you mean the Himalayas?

- Yeah, that's how Western people say it, yeah.
- Okay.

- That's how Westerners say it.
- Love me me chippies!

That should keep you going.

It's kicking, Em.

- You okay?
- Oh, you okay?

Our baby!

I don't mean to pry,
but I have these friends.

They're... they're lesbian, too.

And they've been trying to have a baby,

but they can't get IVF on the NHS.

How did you guys do it?

We didn't need IVF.

- Sally is super, super fertile.
- Okay.

She's got, I mean, so many
eggs it's almost embarrassing.

So it was just a question
of getting sperm, really.

We just got a donor.

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

Oh, like, like someone you know?

- I feel a bit sick. I think I've had too much...
- A friend, or...

- I've had too many chips.
- Not a friend.

I think I might be sick.

- I think maybe we should go.
- Nigel.

I should have told you, but, you
know, it was before... It's fine.

It's fine. Of course it's not fine!

Before me and you. Before I knew you.

So you forgot to tell me
you got someone pregnant?

I was a sperm donor and
I didn't know that...

You didn't know you
gave somebody your sperm?

- Did you have sex?
- Yeah, they had sex.

It was like a David Attenborough
documentary, if anything.

We mated, that's all.

Nigel, we're going.

Sally. Sally!

- What's happening with those messages?
- What are you talking about?

Why were you sending me those messages?

- I haven't.
- Telling me that you hate me.

- I haven't.
- You can't stand me.

- I don't. What, no!
- Telling me to fuck off.

- Why did you send it?
- Oh, God. Emma must have recorded me.

- She made me say...
- What? Recorded you?

I wanted to see you. I'm pregnant.

I know you are, but is it even mine?

Well, yes, of course it is!

Jesus Christ!

- You trying to kill me?
- I didn't even see you!

You didn't see me? I'm
standing here with a basket!

See that?

- Oh, my God!
- Nigel!

- Ow!
- You're a sorry cunt. Do you know that?

You're insane. You're
responsible for this.

- You're controlling her.
- You're trying to fucking kidnap my wife!

Your wife? That's a laugh.

- She's your hostage!
- She's my wife!

Don't take... no!

- Get in the fucking car!
- I don't want to.

I'm gonna kill myself
properly this time!

Ow!

Don't stop! Don't stop!

It's Sally. I have to take this. Please.

Hello, Mouse?

Stop. Oh, no, I'm done. I'm done.

- No, you're not.
- I've had it.

Oh.

- Sally.
- Nigel.

Hey. You okay?

- I'm so happy you're here.
- It's all right, darling.

- I didn't leave you those messages.
- I know. I know.

I love you.

I love you.

Excuse me? Is there a...?

Oh, my God. Emma?

- Emma, what happened?
- It's okay.

Don't worry about me.

Are you okay?

- What happened to you?
- It's Nigel.

- What?
- I was downstairs with a huge bunch of flowers.

Really expensive ones. I
don't know if he was jealous

'cause obviously
hasn't got you anything.

And he just smashed the bouquet,

like, stabbing me with the
roses in my face and my eyes.

- Slashing the thorns across my skin.
- What?

And then he got his keys
out and he was just, like,

slashing and slashing me. e

I tried get away from
him but he kept punching,

punching, punching.

- Nigel.
- What are you doing here?

He's a psychopath.

He's like Fritzl.

He's like Hitler with a bigger mustache.

I think you need professional help.

I'm sorry, I just...

I don't think I like you very much.

You don't mean that. That's
not true. You do like me.

- Why would you not like me?
- Well, because you're insane.

What is there not to like about me?

It's okay. It's all right.
It's going to be all right.

- Come on. We should go. We should go.
- Get off me.

I can deliver it. I
can do it. I can do it.

- Emma!
- We've got to get away from him.

- I've got to get you out of here.
- Nurse!

- Please!
- No!

You heard what she said.
She doesn't want you here.

- You don't want me?
- Nobody wants you.

Someone call fucking security!

- Is that her milk eyes?
- Her milk eyes?

Yeah.

- Like milk teeth?
- Yeah, they fall out,

and then they get the
proper eyes a bit later on.

Their full-grown eyes.

Sometimes I feel like
she's haunting the house.

Is that weird? Like she's still here.

She's not here. She's in a facility

and she's being looked after

and she's not gonna get
out for a while, so...

- Okay?
- Yeah.

And we're here, and
we've got little Mickie.

- And it's all gonna be all right.
- Yeah.

She looks slightly like Mick.

She does look like Mick.
She looks really like Mick.

Is there anything you
need to tell me about Mick?