The Commons (2019–2020): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

[flash bulb igniting]

[submerged heartbeat]

[squelching]

[Eadie] Hello?

[Eadie] Hello?

[clatter of door opening]

Hello?

[gentle piano music]

[birds chirping]

[groans]

[bats screeching]



[groans in pain]

[haunting orchestral music]

[bats screeching]

[inaudible]

[pastoral flute music]

[woman] ...lungs and chest.

Again, there are no signs

telling you which way to go...

[wails]

No...

[woman on tape] You have found it -
the reason for your journey.

One slow glance ahead

bears unimaginable beauty
and calm there...

[sighs]



Having one of your dreams?

The ones where you can't have a baby.

No, I wasn't.

Dad says that's why
you cry in the night.

I wasn't crying.

- Yes, you were.
- No, I wasn't.

I don't think happy dreams
make that kind of mess.

[Lloyd] Good morning, poppet.

Right, now...

Would madam like her
injection before or after her tea?

[Eadie] Oh, before.

Hello? Hello?

Hello?
Is this thing on? Hello?

[laughs]

I don't think it works
like that, like a phone.

What can I tell you
about day 29, then?

Your mother's more beautiful
than day 28?

[laughs]

- Despite these panda eyes.
- Mmm.

And you survived your first
Category Five wind storm last night.

You slept through all the excitement.

[sighs]

How, after two years,
are you getting worse at this?

I know, I know.
It's a gift, right?

I'm sorry.

You'd better get all Velcro, OK,

because, uh, Mum can't take
any more of my needlework.

OK?

[phone notification]

Not even the teensiest bit excited?

Would be, but...

Dreams?

[rustling]

[soft poignant orchestral music]

[radio] Towns in
northern New South Wales

could run out of water
as soon as next week.

Twelve regional centres face
the much-dreaded day zero...

[saw whirring]

as the state's water crisis continues.

Hopes dashed...

[construction noises]

Sorry, babe.

Water's bad today.

Greetings and salutations.

Sorry, maybe I'm still dreaming,

but I swear I thought

I just saw Shay

come into our house
using his own key.

But that's impossible,

because you'd never
give him a key.

That is something
I would definitely never do.

And if I did, it would've been
for an incredibly good reason.

There's no reason in the universe
good enough for him to have a key.

And if I don't get it back
by the end of the day,

you'd better lawyer up,
because we'll be getting divorced.

[Shay] I just want everyone
to really, to hear that -

if Eadie doesn't get the key back
by the end of the day,

she's going to divorce Lloyd.

Could it really be that easy?

I've been thinking
of bumping him off

so I can have you all to myself,

but, you know,
divorce would be a lot tidier.

Still want the key back.

You didn't just do that.

So is the end of the day sundown

or close of business?
- OK, baby.

I love you.
- Love you. Bye.

OK, baby, I love you.

- Have a good day.
- What is on your face?

Don't do one for me.
I'm home again today.

[Eadie] Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Rain acidity
is in the top level.

Yes, but it's not
going to rain today.

We get sent home if it's

over ten percent.
- I read the e-mail,

but seven is not ten.

- It's near enough.
- And yet so far

school says ten.

Who are we to argue?

Take it. Turn. Walk. Go.

[chainsaw whirring]

[Ivy] I said
it was going to rain.

I'm sure I said that.

Three spots of water
does not a rain event make.

[phone notification]

Now, your chariot approaches.

Just keep your hood on
and stay under the umbrella.

[dog barking]

[saw whirring]

[indistinct chatter]

[phone notification]

OK, she's nearly here.

[thunder]

Ivy, come on.

[thunder]

She's gonna be here any second.

[car horn beeps]
Here she is. Come on.

Argh! Aw, my eye! Ah!

- Ivy...
- Ivy! What happened?

What happened? Show me.
Show me. Sweetie, show me.

Ivy, show me your eye.
- Ow!

Hey, not having
the best of starts...

Because you made me
get acid rain in my eye!

Born for the stage.

Ivy, sweetie,

let's take a peak
at that eye, shall we?

Oh, God. I might just run her
by the school nurse.

- I want to go to Mum's!
- Aw.

Come on, let's go
and get you fixed up.

Let's put this on.

Ivy's hurt her eye.

[friends] Ivy!

[tense, energetic violins]

[drone whirring]

[sirens]

[Eadie] I really thought
she was just being a bit dramatic,

but there you go.

Stepmonster status confirmed.

Anyway, call me when you can.
Alright. Love you. Bye.

Hey.

Turn around and run.

That bad?

Storm injuries up to the eyeballs.

But if you won't be told,
I need a neurological consult.

So what have you got?

Hey, Ben. This is Dr. Boulay,

the neuropsychologist
I mentioned.

Hey. Eadie.

It looks like
they've done a good job

with the brown paper and string.

So, Ben, you work
out on the Richmond border

implementing
the new residency measures?

[Ben] Yeah.
Every time there's a big

weather event,
we get smashed with people

trying to come in
who don't have permits yet.

Saw it on the news.
Looked like a shocker.

[tense music]

Yeah, 3000 arrivals a day.

[cars honking]

[Ben] Traffic backed up for miles...

[man over loudspeaker]
Please remain inside your vehicle.

[Ben] Farmers walking off their land,

people leaving towns
that can't be supplied.

[man over loudspeaker]
Have your D9 city permit ready...

Everyone wants to move in closer.

[man] Can I just speak to the border...

[Eadie] And something happened
with one of the cars you stopped?

Yeah, a guy from out west,

he didn't have a permit.

And I'm giving him the spiel -

he's a visitor,

he needs to pay
for a visitor's permit.

If he wants to move in,

he has to get
a residency permit, et cetera.

How does he respond?

I'm not moving my truck!
I got the address...

Oh, he's pretty agro.

He's banging on about
why he can't just move in

with his friend
who lives in the inner-west.

Happens all the time.

Um, I'm trying to calm him down...

[Ben] That's fine, if you need to...

No-one's saying
he can't move in eventually,

it's just about slowing down

the number of people coming in,
until the infrastructure can cope.

[Eadie] He's gotta get in the queue?

[Ben] You got a different solution?

What happens next?

Um...

[indistinct arguing]

I point him to the holding bay.

[Eadie] What does he do?

[tense music]

So you point him to the holding bay...

Um, he...

[deep breath] I point him
to the holding bay.

I told him to get out of the car.
He won't get out of the car.

[exhales]

And then he's, uh...

He's reaching.

[exhales]
- [Eadie] And then what?

Ben?

Can you try and tell me what's happening?

I'm not sure
if Salinda explained much

about the treatment I use.

Every time we remember something,

we deepen the bond

between what happened
and the emotion we felt.

There's a window here
to interrupt that process.

It won't erase the memory.

You won't forget what happened.

But the emotion you feel

can be reduced...
- Third

in the convoy.

Third truck.

What's the third truck in the convoy?

Would you like some pants?

[gunshot]

[deafening white noise]

Look at me, look at me. OK.

I'm sorry to do that.

Lots of veterans get work

on the border patrols, don't they?

Yeah.

Yeah, they do.

- [sighs]
- [Salinda] OK,

so for the removal of doubt,

if something horrible
ever happens to me,

you are not invited.

I'm not coming, even if you beg me.

There was no startle assessment
done on admission. I had to.

And yet, you haven't taken him
right up here to neuro.

I want to know
what's in the third truck.

Could you hold onto him
while I do some background?

[Salinda] Sure - I mean,
as long as he doesn't mind spooning

with one of the 50 people
waiting for a bed.

This is not for you,
it's for the baby.

[Salinda] Oh, my God.
It's a steak.

My gestation stats go to Lloyd.

I was low on iron last week.

Alright, hold still.

Got any symptoms besides

eating like a savage?

Just the dreams.

As the clock ticks down,
they're getting worse.

'Cause I know,
if this pregnancy doesn't work,

on Thursday, instead of
the florist sending me

a bunch of flowers
for my birthday,

I'm going to get an e-mail

saying that unless we come up with
a catastrophic amount of money,

my IVF journey is done.

I could sell an organ?

I'd propose to you if I wasn't
so committed to penises.

That's disturbing.

I'm going to go back to work

and pretend
that never happened, OK?

Thanks.

Hey.

It's me. I haven't got time
to go through the proper channels.

I wondered if you could
pull a string or two

and try and get me
a military history

on a Benjamin C-H-I-L-D-E-R-S.

Thanks. I owe you. More.

[chirpy piano and cello music]

[heartbeat]

[loud beep]

[knocking]

I've had a thought - let's just include
a pre-emptive third warning

at your performance review
and call it a day, shall we?

That's up to you, Herm,
I'm just trying to make it easy for you.

I've commandeered you
a couple of field volunteers.

They're just here to help.

Lloyd Green, Shay Levine,

leading the charge
against Chagas disease.

I'll let them catch you up.

Great. OK. Well, I'm about
to go feed the beasts.

Better come and meet 'em.

[Lloyd] So, Chagas disease.
20 million infected.

Ten percent die in the first week.

It attacks the liver, the spleen,
then the eye, ultimately the heart.

Spread by a parasite
that's found in these little babies -

triatominae, commonly known
as the Kissing Bug.

They creep out in the middle of the night

and they very gently bite you on the face.

They take a blood feed

and because they have
no manners whatsoever,

they take a dump on you
before they leave.

The parasite which carries the disease
is found in their faeces.

That enters our bloodstream
when we scratch the bite.

It used to only be found
in the equatorial regions

but now, as the weather hots up,

they're on our doorstep.

Time to saddle up the ponies.

Let's go.

[loud insect chirping]

[Lloyd] Herm emailed this morning

telling us they're re-assessing
all the projects for peer review.

They want whatever we've got
by the end of the day.

Well, that should be easy.
How long does it take to collate sweet FA?

He tells me Wilson's team
is going gangbusters.

Of course they are,

with their army of researchers
and their extra funding

from their special friends
in the private sector,

as opposed to us, with 25 cents

and a well-intentioned gang
of goody two-shoes...

Speaking of which...

[zipper noise]
Seems one of our

dedicated volunteers
looks like she could use

a little one-on-one guidance.

Hey. Hey. Citizen, scientist

and supermodel.

How does that work?

[Corrine] Not by accident.
Double degree in molecular biology...

-[Shay] Yet here you are...

- [Corrine]
Can't resist the call of the wild.

[tense percussion]

Hey, there.

Wait - no, no,

don't, don't run. Don't - oi!

[tense strings]

[dog barking]

Mate!

[tense energetic music]

I just wanna talk!

Hey! Shit...

[panting]

I'm not from the police, OK?
I'm a scientist.

I'm...

The little boy, his eye, his -
the Romaña sign -

I'm trying to stop the bug

that causes that disease.
The Chagas disease. Can you-

[Shay] [speaks Vietnamese]

I spent a lot of time here
when my parents split.

Right.

[Shay] [speaks Vietnamese]

Lloyd.
I want to speak to the boy...

- [speaks Vietnamese]
- Thank you.

[speaks Vietnamese]

[mother] My boy, Sang...

[speaks Vietnamese]

OK, Sang speaks a bit of English.

Speak to Sang.
- Sang.

Hey. Hey.

This. How long ago

did you get bitten?

Last year.

OK, and what about your grandmother?
When was she bitten?

How long ago?

[translates in Vietnamese]

- [speaks Vietnamese]
- [Shay] A long time ago.

[Lloyd] OK.

Have you been tested?

Has she been tested?

- No.
- No?

OK. You must go to the hospital

and get a test.
If you have Chagas,

it can go to the child. OK?

Sang, can you tell her?

[exchange in Vietnamese]

- [speaks in Vietnamese]
- [Shay] OK...

[speaks in Vietnamese]

She doesn't want to go to hospital.
They don't have city permits.

She's scared they'll send her back.
She's right, man.

She's right.
- Hey, it's OK.

Sang, I want you to make sure
all the bugs are gone,

- OK? You need to shut the windows.
- [Shae] Lloyd...

- And shut the doors, OK?
- [Shae] Lloyd...

You've got to keep the bugs out.

And the bed, you gotta...
- [Sang] What's wrong with the beds?

-Just check the beds.

[mother] [speaking Vietnamese]

-We have to burn the beds, OK?

We have to burn the bed. Come on.

[Shay] Good.

[violin music]

Right, time to get out
and about, I reckon.

Come on, then. In you get.

You're quite bossy, aren't you?

It has been said before
but only by Libras.

So, I'm seeing a lot of the classic...

Oh, sorry. I'm sorry. Sorry.

Classic PTSD symptoms.

- Thanks.
- Are you one of those people

who still own a car?
- No.

Good.

[peaceful music]

[birds chirping]

I've seen more healing happen here
than anywhere else in this place.

I'm guessing there are a bunch
of other symptoms

you've been dragging around
with you for years, too.

Nightmares, rage, substance abuse.
Stop me if I'm wrong.

I think what happened at the tollgates
was triggered by an earlier trauma,

by something that happened on tour.

What you need to know is,
I can't guarantee the therapy will work.

It depends on how willing you are

to walk right up
to the trauma of what's happened.

If you only bring ten percent,
the therapy can only work on ten percent.

[running water]

If you want to be free of it,

you need to leap into the abyss
and stand toe to toe with the demons.

- And if I can't?
- Then...

I have to write a report
to the department saying that,

in my professional opinion,
you are unfit to work with weapons.

When do I have to decide?

Wish I could say
as long as you need, but...

Unless you're booked in for treatment
by the end of the day,

people will be screaming for your bed.

It won't be pretty.

[inhales sharply]

[tender orchestral music]

Excuse me a second.

[breathes shakily]

[mechanical hum]

[reporter] Clean up crews
are out in force

after today's heat claimed the lives
of thousands of bats around the city.

Wildlife rescuers calculate
the current death toll to be 20,000.

But with temperatures set to climb
over the coming days,

they expect that number to rise.

[phone notification]

[heartbeat]

[phone notification]

[driver] Resident or guest?

[gentle orchestral music]

Are you a resident or guest?

I've gotta pick one
or they won't let us through.

- Hello?
- Guest! I'm visiting, OK? I'm a visitor.

[birds chirping]

[staff] Welcome to
Stonehewen residences, ma'am.

- [Eadie] Hey.
- [staff] You're here to see...

- The Boulay family. Dominic Boulay.
- Of course.

And you are?
- His sister. He's expecting me.

Of course. I just need to see
some ID. Now, Miss...

Boulay.
Just like the last time I was here,

visiting my brother - who, funnily enough,
shares the same surname as me.

- [woman] Come on, children.
- [child laughing]

[woman] Joshua, hold your loop, please.

[staff] Ah.

You're good to go up.

Thank you.

Welcome to Stonehewen, ma'am.

[elevator PA] Level 16.

Hey.

- Oh, here she is. Hi, Eadie.
- [Francesca] Hey! How are you doing?

[Dom] Hey, look who's here!

Come and say hello to Aunty Eadie.

[faint electronic music]

- Hi, Cos.
- Hi.

Sorry to drag you
away from work.

The school couldn't get
a hold of you or Lloyd, so...

- Yeah, sorry.
- It's fine, it's fine. Chesca was happy

to get her. It's just, we had
an incident here last week

and they've suspended
all guest passes

to the climate lounge.
Otherwise, we'd have been happy

to have her with us.
- All good.

It's ten minutes until brown out!
Come on! Let's go!

Chesca, get them off their tech,

will you?
- It's only for two hours.

You'd think we were going to the moon.
Girls, let's hustle.

Thanks for that info, by the way.
It was really helpful.

I should probably have said
it was a two-part favour.

What's part two?

Well, I need to make a sensory package
for the same patient.

[beeping]
I need visuals to get him

from the border tolls

back to the initial military trauma.

Any of your guys
out at the Richmond border last night?

Yeah, I'm sure we can find something.

Why don't you come with me
back to the office?

We've got power there, too.

Everybody ready?
- [Francesca] Yes.

[PA system] Please make your way to the
climate lounge...

[overlapping speech]

[Ivy] Definitely not my homework.

[Eadie] I'll give it to you when we get
down.

- H.
- H? Alright. Let's go.

- Go on.
- Can I have that please?

- Go with your mummy.
- Thank you.

[sighs]

- Your eye seems better.
- It's killing me.

[Don] Give me a kiss goodbye.

See you later.

- See you soon.
- Bye-bye.

Why do they have so many kids?

[sighs] Dunno. Maybe they watched
The Sound of Music too many times.

[Dom] Alright, let's go.

[birds chirping]

[elevator ding]

[elevator ding]

Thanks for that.

I know. It's Harlow's brilliant idea.

- Hang on a minute, will you.
- Sure.

[Harlow] This is the guy
I was telling you about. So,

I want you to meet my partner, Dom.

Hello.

Ainsley and Jonah are moving back

after two years in Singapore

and they're keen to make sure

everything is organised before they land.
- It's good to meet you.

Now, I'm going to make sure all
the numbers make sense,

but Dom's got ten years
with the Air Force under his belt,

so if there's a real problem,

Dom's the man
who's going to come and get you.

Well, I hope I don't have to. No offence.
I'll leave you guys to it. Alright?

See ya, buddy.

This guy's amazing.
- Don't.

- I didn't say a word.
- You didn't have to.

Come in.

Is that live?

Afraid so.

Look's like the wind storm's reforming.

Your lease must be up
for renewal soon, right?

Can't say I know off the top of my head.

You know there's an apartment
coming up - tenth floor.

I had a chat
with a couple of the board members.

I think I could swing it.
I think I could get you approved.

Even if we could afford it,
we like our place.

I know it's not your cup of tea,
but it's...

- Falling apart?
- We like it, Dom.

- You like the crime?
- It's real.

We like the real.

You say that now, but

when there's
a baby in the mix, it...

It changes things.
- If you can't find

that footage, don't worry, because...
- Alright, alright.

We should get a move on.

I'm just trying to see
if I can access the body cam.

I just don't want to get caught
in the outage...

-Do you want this footage or not?

- Yes, please.
- Alright,

well just give me a second, will you?

It's downloading.

How are things?

All good.

Barren, but...

All good.
- I'm sorry.

Next week I think we have to

face the fact that the baby train
has left without us.

I can help, you know - financially.

You know Lloyd
would never agree to it

and it's just something,
we have to do it on our own.

But thank you.

Can I have that now?

I actually am on a real deadline, so...

Thank you.

[clears throat] Ivy?

Are you ready? Ivy.

Bye.

[Ivy] Is there actually a reason
that you won't let us move in there

or are you just being perverse?

[Eadie] I thought you were
listening to music.

Because right now, they're all sitting
in a private climate lounge

with a back-up generator
and cheese plates.

It doesn't sound so horrible to me.

[indistinct PA announcement]

Somewhere like that, you can't just
knock on someone's door.

You have to go through the concierge.

And that's a problem how?

If you need something,
you can't just reach out

to the people next door
and see if they can help you out.

You have to go down
to the concierge and he'll fix it.

Not because he wants to
but because you've all contributed

to the fees that pay him
to help you out. It's lose-lose.

Here I was thinking
it was sounding all win-win.

It's like living in an egg carton,
while our street,

battered and run-down as it is, is
like a beehive.

[PA announcement] Scheduled voltage
reduction in ten seconds.

[electronics powering down]

[powering off tone]
Shit.

People don't just get a car
this close to the outage,

they plan ahead.

[drone hums]

[tense music]

[computing noises]

[computing noises]

Really? How old are you?

What the hell?

Mum was right,
you're seriously unhinged.

Goodo. You lead the way.

[powering up noise]

[indistinct footage audio]

[message tone]

[dramatic music]

[message tone]

[message tone]

[message tone]

[message tone]

[message tone]

[dramatic music builds]

Hey.

Your room is ready, sir.

This helps me see what's going on for you.
I'll be controlling the sound.

You'll be able to hear my voice
through the speakers in the chair.

The temperature, the light, the smell,

it'll try and help reactivate the memories
as vividly as possible.

We need to get as close
to maximum discomfort as we can.

100 out of 100.

Flush all the ghosts out.

And then what?

Then you take the beta-blocker

and during your sleep cycle tonight,

the emotional charge
won't be able to resettle into the memory.

The shell of the building remains
but there'll be no furniture,

none of your belongings,
nothing to make it feel personal.

You ever done it?

No, I've never done it.

I just imagine it'd be tempting to do it,

a bit of mental spring cleaning.

Chase off whatever haunts you.

Nothing ever haunts you?

Lucky old you.

You ready?

OK.

We're going to start at the border.

What time is it?

It's, um...

Just after midday.

And it's hot, right? Just hit 40 degrees?

[Eadie] Tell me what's happening.

- [Ben] Um, I'm just checking permits.
- [woman] It's under a month.

[Ben] Oh, if it's under a month it's fine.

Just make sure you update it...

Helping people work out
what they need to do.

[Eadie] And then what?

[man] This is why I'm here.

[indistinct ranting]

[Eadie] Ben,

you're doing great.
So, you're heading up to the car.

Which one is it?

Third in the convoy.

[loud traffic, horns]

And there's a chopper.

[Ben] Suddenly there's
so much dust, I can't see.

What's the chopper doing?

On the radio,
they said there might be food drops.

In Idlib?

[helicopter passing overhead]

[Ben] That's why there are
so many people on the road.

They've been starving them out

since the beginning of the de-escalation.

There's been an accident,
about half a K ahead.

Third truck in the convoy.

And more and more cars are arriving.

They're blocking us in from both sides.

[cars honking]

And we're in the middle lane.

We shouldn't be in the middle lane.
I tell them...

I tell them I've got a bad feeling.
But they just...

They just say, "Suck it up, buttercup."

[gunshot]
[gunshot]

[short gasp for breath]

Tell me what's going on.

I can't - I can't do this.

Ben. Ben, you can do this.

You're doing so well.

You can do it.

[Eadie] See if you can stay.

We'll take it as slow as you need, OK?

I don't know why, but I look...

[Ben] I look into the car next to us.

There's this guy staring at me.

He's just staring and something bugs me.

He leans down to the front of the car

and I realise he's not a civilian.

[gunfire]

And then he...

He's just pointing at me.

Forever.

[truck drives away]

[gunfire]

And then they're gone.

[distant gunfire]

[sharply inhales and exhales]

That's it. You did great.

Enough ghosts for you?

Is that what happened at the border?

The driver reached for something?

Yeah.

Yeah, just pulled me right back there.

[gentle dramatic music]

[storm rumbling]

Thanks.

[thunder]

I'm not gonna be a mum.

And even though, logically,

I knew that was
a very real possibility when we started,

I don't think I ever really believed it.

[thunder]

I said I did, because...

Because that's what a realist would do.

Because it proved I wasn't
one of those desperate nutters

who could only imagine life worth living
if they have a child to love.

But I never really...

Let it in.

And now I have to.

'Cause it's true.

And it's harder
than I thought it would be.

[thunder crashes]

What do we do with the last embryo?

Donate or destroy?

Well, we don't have to decide right away.
We can work that out later.

It's funny - someone on the forum...

Raised the possibility
of doing it offline.

Yeah, right.

I thought about it for a second.

They do post-38 IVF.

They also offer
the immunosuppressant drug therapy.

At a price we could afford.
- It's not about the money.

- I know, I just...
- It's not about the money,

it's about the risk,
and it's bombing your immune system.

It's inviting every cancer in town

over to play.
Let's call a spade a spade.

But what if it's lucky last
and we'll never know?

If I lose you to cancer,
it's not going to feel lucky last to me.

I can't. I'm not...

I can't risk you to have a child.
I can't, it's...

I won't.

[rumbling thunder]

Let's go home.

OK.

[dogs barking distantly]

Oh, look. It's our private clown.

I'll get rid of him.

It's OK. It feels normal.

You said close of business.

You know, you guys should just
go and cook that steak

out the back.
I'm gonna take a shower.

What?

What? What?

She lost the baby.

- Oh.
- "Oh."

Is that it?

- Well, no.
- You know what, mate...

Alright - I'm a cock.
I'm a cock. I see I took

my usual base sensitivity
and stooped to a new low.

I unreservedly apologise.

I'll see you tomorrow, man.

Enjoy the steak.

[sighs]

[sobs]

["I love you" by Billie Eilish]

It's not true

Tell me I've been lied to

Crying isn't like you

Ooh-ooh

What the hell did I do?

Never been the type to

Let someone see right through

Ooh-ooh

[indistinct footage audio]

Mm-mmm, mm-mmm

Maybe won't you take it back

Say you were tryna make me laugh

And nothing has to change today

You didn't mean to say I love you

I love you

And I don't want to

Ooh-ooh

The smile that you gave me

Even when you felt like dying

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Little cloak and dagger, isn't it?

If I had someone else
I could ask, I would.

And what exactly are you asking?

I need my fertility stats taken offline.

I'm thinking of
an off-the-books insemination.

That Lloyd won't know about?

- Why?
- He's done.

And you're not?

Next week,
I'm going to get a notification

saying that I've been re-categorised
as sub-fertile 38-plus

and no longer a candidate for IVF,

except at the maximum rate,
and I'll be offered a choice

whether to donate our last embryo,

destroy it or bring it home
for a private ceremony.

Or I can take it to this private clinic
and have it implanted.

I'm still not getting
why you just can't tell Lloyd.

I haven't been able
to keep any of my pregnancies going

because there's a kink
in my immune system.

It doesn't recognise them
as being part of me.

My body thinks the baby's
a foreign invader that needs killing off.

There's a drug protocol
that would suppress my immune system

for the first 12 weeks.

Which leaves you open to...

Bone marrow problems,

any opportunist infection
I might come into contact with,

a whole menu of cancer options...
- [groans]

But I stay healthy, I'm careful.
It's 12 weeks R and R.

I just need my real hormone data
masked 'til we see if it takes...

You're like a loop
of where you're at now.

I have to keep a data patch on for a month
after my last official treatment

so the insurance company can clear me
of any ongoing complications...

And then what?

Hey, presto - look, honey,
I've got a bun in the oven!

Is that your strategy?

I don't know,

OK? All I know is...

I'm going to walk out of there
with a fertilized embryo

and I can either bury it
in the garden, or...

It might not work.

There might be nothing
to explain to Lloyd, to anyone!

But if I don't try it...

It will haunt me for life.

Fuck.

Eadie...

[thunder rumbling]

Me?

Really?

I'm the only one to ask?

Maybe you're the only one who would do it.

I'll ask around.

[thunder rumbles]

Thank you.

[dramatic music]

[thunder crashes]

[deep thunder rumbling]

[dramatic music]