Black Cab (2024)

[bunniefuu]

Hello?

Yeah. No. Sorry.

I, um... I-I fell asleep.

No. Of course I'm still coming.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know where it is.

I-I can make my own way there.

Um, no, I... I haven't.

I haven't thought about it yet.

Because I-I don't...

I don't feel ready.

Look. Just... Just not...

not tonight, okay?

Fine.

Stay over.

Satisfied?

- That's not a good joke!

- Anyway. Right. Listen.

No, no, no. Right.

I've got a story for you.

Listen. This happened

to a mate of mine in Nevada.

Route 50. Well, that's

where he told me about it.

- Oh, here we go.

- I'm serious.

Go on, then.

Right.

Well, me and my mate Ash

drove across the States

during our gap year.

Really? Because you've

never mentioned it before.

One night, as we were driving

from Vegas down to Palm Springs,

he tells me this thing

that happened to his sister.

Oh, Ryan!

She's not, mate. She's working

at this local law firm.

- I'm fine. Thanks.

- Right.

- Which one?

- Stop interrupting, Ryan!

I'm checking

the facts, babe!

They're called Wilma and

Blaylock Family and Divorce Law.

Check 'em out. Go on. They've

got a website. I'll wait.

Bet you've read this story

like a million times.

Yeah.

It's a good one, though.

Thank you!

Anyway...

So, his sister's working

in her office one night late.

On her own?

On her own. Yes.

Ooh!

She checks her phone.

She realizes

it's gone past 11:00.

P.M.?

Yes, P.M., you...

Some people aren't afraid

of a bit of hard work, Jess.

- Yes, yes.

- Yeah.

Anyway, she finally decides

to head home late.

She locks up the office

and she walks across

the now-deserted parking lot

to her car.

As she drives off,

she notices this other car

pull up right behind her.

Starts following her

along the road.

And she tries

speeding up, slowing down,

hard left, hard right.

Nothing works.

She can't shake

this bloody car.

Oh, my God.

That is terrifying.

Then it starts tailgating her,

flashing his headlights,

honking the horn,

so now she's panicked, right?

She's so panicked,

she calls Ash on her mobile.

Lucky for her, Ash is

still up, so he answers.

He says... He says drive

over to his straightaway.

So she floors it all the way

there with this car

still right behind her...

through red lights,

stop signs, the lot.

Finally, she pulls up

outside Ash's.

He comes flying out

the front door, yelling,

waving his uncle's

9-millimeter p*stol around.

His sister sprints

out of the car

and runs into the house

screaming!

- f*ck.

- Then...

this car that's been

following her pulls up.

The driver leaps out.

He starts screaming at Ash

to point the g*n

over at his sister's car.

When Ash asks why, the guy

says he's seen this man inside

ducking down

behind her seat.

So they both go over.

They open the rear door.

Sure enough, there was a guy

in there with a Stanley knife

waiting to cut her throat.

Oh, my! Come on!

Can we smoke in here? Hey.

Of course

you can't smoke in here!

...weirdo.

Patrick: Ah. Yes. Right. Drink

up. I've ordered champagne.

Patrick!

You shouldn't have!

Babe, it's not for you.

Anne and I have a little

announcement to make.

Try not to interrupt this one, yeah?

- I don't want to.

- Hey, hey, Come on.

Alright.

Everyone got a drink?

So, I'm moving back in

with Anne.

Ryan: That's great. Now you

can't sponge off us anymore.

And... And... And...

we're getting married.

Ryan:

Hey! Congratulations.

- Thanks, buddy!

- Well done! Amazing!

Jessica?

Jessica?

Well, she didn't say.

I was going to.

Were you?

Yeah.

Hey.

Why didn't she tell me?

Anne!

f*cking hell was that

all about?

Like I f*cking know.

Jessica:

You in there? Anne?

Anne?!

What?

So it's all fine now?

Yes. It's all fine.

It... It's not, though,

is it?

You can't just go back

to how things were.

Who says?

He's not gonna change,

Anne.

I mean,

are you pregnant?

No.

What?

f*ck. I don't know

how to say this...

Then don't.

Mnh. I got the last one,

didn't I?

Nice try, champagne boy.

Come on. I'll help you count.

What?

Oh, Anne. We're gonna

split this. Right? Anne?

What's the matter

with her? What?

Pay the bill.

What's wrong?

You're shaking.

I'm just... I'm...

I'm just really tired.

I'll come back to yours.

Hey? Just the two of us.

Be like old times.

No, thanks.

N-Not tonight.

Fine.

I just... I...

I feel like something bad

is gonna happen.

Then don't take Patrick

back home.

Ryan:

Right. Where next?

- Home.

- Already?

Jessica: You two can stay out

if you like.

- Do you want to hand in, love?

- Oh, no, Pat. Thanks, pal.

- Mate, all of ya?

- No, no, no. Just us two.

- Go on. Get in.

- She wants to go back on her own.

We've discussed it.

Alright? I'm staying at hers.

Not tonight.

Just...

- You said we would.

- Patrick!

- Oh, leave 'em to it.

- She doesn't want to!

Would you mind your own

f*cking business for once?

Come on.

Go on.

Patrick: What the f*ck

did you say to her?!

- Nothing!

- Guys, please! Please!

Patrick!

Patrick, the door's locked!

- Patrick! Patrick!

- Yeah.

Alright. Shift over.

Shift over.

Right.

- No, I need to get...

- Jessica.

No...

Anne. Anne.

The window's tinted.

Can't see her.

Good night, then.

Driver:

Where to, mate?

Can you just drive

for now?

I'll say where

when I know where, okay?

Your money.

Anne,

what have I done now?

As usual, f*ck-all, Anne.

Not a f*cking thing.

I told you I needed

more time.

I moved out!

Remember?

Like you wanted me to.

Yeah, with good reason.

Great.

Back to that.

How long are you gonna

keep punishing me?

I'm coming back tonight then?

On the couch, obviously.

Not tonight.

Brilliant.

Driver:

Two trips, then, is it?

You'll do alright, mate.

Don't worry.

I mean, the meter's running.

That's all.

Thanks.

Oh, I didn't realize.

Mine first, then.

Please.

No. Just keep driving...

We're not done here.

Do you want me

to kick him out, love?

What?

f*cking sit on you, mate.

Miss?

Uh, no.

I can call another taxi

to take him home

and I'll take you

straight home.

- No, I'm sure. Thanks.

- Alright.

I've picked you up before,

haven't I?

Don't think so.

I would have remembered.

Hm. Usually got

an excellent memory.

It'll come to me.

Oh. Hello. I haven't

heard this for a while.

Oh, yes.

Last night at the dance,

I met Laurie

You know it?

So lovely and warm

An angel of a girl

Last night, I fell

in love with Laurie

Strange things happen

in this world

As I walked her home

She said it was her birthday

I pulled her close

and said

"Will I see you

anymore?"

Then suddenly she asked

For my sweater

And said that she was

very, very cold, ah

Turn it down now,

will ya?

I kissed her...

That song is by a man

called Dickey Lee.

It's a ghost story.

Young man has been

trying to f*ck a ghost.

It's an old one.

I weren't talking

to you, mate.

Whatever.

Ryan. See?

No. Ian.

What?

Ha ha. Sorry. I thought

you were talking to me.

My name is Ian. I'm sorry.

What's your names?

Mr. Customer.

He's Patrick.

I'm Anne.

That's nice, isn't it?

All friends now.

Here's a personal question.

Are you married?

'Cause it f*cking

sounds like it.

We're engaged, actually.

Ha!

Anne, I'd get out

at the next red lights

and I'd run

a f*cking mile.

Excuse me?

Marriage is...

It's a long road.

It's a long, long

f*cking road.

And just when you think you've

got the hang of it, kids appear.

Ah! There we go.

Now I remember where I picked

you up from. The hospital.

Hospital?

No. You didn't.

Yes, I did.

Saint Mary's Maternity.

Do you remember

I said to you

my missus, when she was

pregnant with us,

she was all over the place,

especially early on.

She said it was like

being hit by a f*cking truck.

How does she know

what that feels like?

What's he talking about?

What a journey the pair of you

are about to embark upon.

So how are you doing, then? How

are you feeling? You showing?

Showing?

Showing. Showing!

Oh, f*ck' hell.

He doesn't know, does he?

sh*t.

Are you pregnant?

Look at me!

This is how I find out?

Well, if you'd taken her

to the hospital yourself,

you would have known.

You would've probably

appreciated the support,

- wouldn't you, Anne?

- Oh, f*ck off! Ian!

Nothing scarier

in this world

than being responsible

for a kid.

Your life-coaching included

in the fare or is that extra?

No, no.

It's all free of charge.

Now, me,

I never missed a scan.

I went to all

the antenatal classes.

But that's just who I am.

You know?

I get it, Anne.

Perhaps it's easier

to go alone

than with an emotionally

Ret*rded dickhead like this.

Who the f*ck

you think you are?!

Alright.

Why don't we calm down?

Let's cool off here.

Let's have a quick five.

I need to make

a phone call anyway.

Here we go.

Patrick:

Is he taking the piss?

Jesus.

I won't be long.

I've got a phone her indoors,

like a good husband.

Hold up. This is my time.

Stop the meter!

Prick.

Prick.

Well?

Were you at least

planning to tell me?

I don't know.

It's not exactly

ideal timing, is it?

I still have

a right to know!

I'm not sure that you do.

But you listen to me.

Whatever Jessica told you,

she's f*cking lying, alright?

It's you keeping

the secrets here, not me.

Really?

Yeah. Really.

How do I know it's mine?

Oh, sh*t.

Maybe that's what all this

is about. Maybe you cheated.

You know what?

I can't do this anymore.

Great.

Yeah, great.

Now you'll have to

stay and talk.

Alright. Ta-la.

Sorry about that. My little boy

is not very well.

Yeah. Can... Can you

open the door, please?

I want to...

I want to get another cab.

Oh, 'cause that'd look great,

wouldn't it?

Father-to-be lets

his pregnant fiance

hitch a ride home

in the middle of the night.

Another thing to be

weaponized against me

in the future, I'm sure.

I don't know

if either of you heard,

but I said my little boy

is a bit poorly.

No one gives a f*ck

about your little boy!

- Pat.

- What?!

Just drive her home.

- 67 Parkfield Road.

- Ian: Parkfield Road.

Yeah. I remember.

I picked her up from

the maternity hospital.

Didn't I?

Yeah, you said.

Right.

I'm gonna get my map.

Your map?

I'm old-school, mate.

f*cking...

clown school.

Oh, no, he is. Yeah.

He's actually getting his map.

f*cking cabbie doesn't

know the way about.

I'm getting out.

Mine's still locked.

Yeah. So is mine.

Hey! Unlock the doors!

Ian: Yeah.

- Yeah, you can leave us here.

- I can't do that.

What the f*ck are you doing?!

Watch your

f*cking mouth!

Or you'll get

one and all.

What a f*cking rotter!

Is he dead?

What do I look like?

f*cking Quincy M.D.?

Ah. Ha ha ha!

Let me out!

Hey. Nice try.

You think I was f*cking

born yesterday?

You listen to me.

You try and escape again,

I'm gonna fry this man's

f*cking brain.

You understand that?

Do you

under-f*cking-stand that?

Yes!

I've got my eye on you.

sh*t.

Don't... Don't do it.

Don't do it. Hey.

I f*cking warned you.

Put that f*cking phone down.

Put it down.

Put it back in your bag.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Are you mad?

Turn around.

The other way!

Give me your hand.

And the other one.

Whatever you want.

I've got money.

I can give you my money.

Whatever you want.

Money?

Think I need money?

Sit back. Sit back.

There we go.

There we go.

Safety first.

Where's your phone?

- In my bag.

- In here?

Who are you with?

What?

What service provider

are you with?

I'm thinking about changing,

because the coverage around here

is just sh*t, you know?

Yeah!

Yeah. They're f*cked.

Sit back. Sit back.

f*ck.

Whew.

Yeah.

Pat. Please wake up.

Pat, please wake up.

You alright?

He needs help.

Please. Please.

Can we just go

to a hospital?

I think... I think

he's seriously hurt, Ian.

Hurt, yeah, but seriously?

I doubt it.

He's had

a high-voltage shot.

Not enough to k*ll him.

He got one zap, anyway.

Got it off the Dark Net.

Lovely man in Bulgaria

called Mikhail makes 'em.

They're ever so good.

Just...

Just a smashing

build quality, you know?

Pat, are you okay?

There we go.

He'll live.

God.

Yeah.

Stings, didn't it?

When I first got it,

I tried it on myself.

Heh-heh. f*cking hurt.

Ha. I don't know if I should

tell you this, but, uh...

I wet meself.

You haven't wet yourself,

have ya?

'Cause I'd have to

charge you extra, Patrick.

Let us out.

I said let us out,

you sick f*ck!

Kick it. Kick it.

Kick him!

Yeah.

Crash us off the road?

Good idea, you f*cking... Kick him!

- Want another one?

- No, no, no!

Then f*cking

behave yourselves!

Sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

It's just I try and deny...

Just like my dad.

Horrible temper on him.

Used to get out of line

on car journeys.

He'd spin around.

Bang us with

his big f*cking hand.

Bang, bang, bang.

You're only

a little boy...

Horrible c**t.

There's a car.

Quick! Quick!

The window! Punch it!

- Help us! Help! Help!

- Help! Help!

Anne: Help!

Pair of pricks.

Full tint back there.

You can see out,

but they can't see you.

No, no, no.

I saw someone.

When I came out of

the restaurant, I...

I saw someone

in the back of the cab.

No.

No. The taxi was empty.

It was just me.

I saw her.

She was in the back

of the cab. I saw her.

What did she look like?

Well?

Nothing.

Nothing. It's nothing.

You're quiet in the back,

Patrick. You alright?

Oh, look, Anne.

Poor Patrick's crying.

You alright?

Aww.

Did you wet yourself?

He got me in my chest.

I've got stabbing pains

in my chest.

I call them jolt echoes.

Rather apt, I thought.

It's alright. It's alright.

It's okay.

Just breathe, Patrick.

Breathe. Deep breaths.

Okay.

You just... You need to...

Is that yoga?

My wife used to do yoga.

It did not keep her calm.

We should've gotten

a take-out.

What did he say?

Did he say, "We should've

ordered take-out"?

Ha ha ha! Yeah!

I like that.

- Patrick.

- That is funny.

Important to marry someone with

a good sense of humor, Anne.

Looks are a bonus, sure,

but looks fade.

Laughter doesn't fade.

Laughter never fades.

Please.

Why are you doing this?

All in good time, Anne.

All in good time.

Don't worry.

We'll make regular stops.

Keep you and the baby

fed and watered.

I'm a parent, too.

Do you remember?

My sick son

no one gave a sh*t about.

Look. That's him. there.

Takes after his mum, thank f*ck.

She's pretty.

Your wife.

Too pretty to love

someone like me?

That's not what I said.

Yeah.

You didn't have to.

Do anything for her.

For them.

Do you know

what that feels like?

No.

Would like to.

Be careful what you wish, Anne.

That sh*t comes at a price.

It'll break your heart.

You said your son was ill.

Nothing serious, I hope.

Nah.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I see what you're doing.

Too late to get on

my good side now, Anne.

It's not gonna help you.

Not now.

f*ck. f*ck.

Anne: Patrick.

Patrick.

Are you awake? Patrick?

f*ck.

Hello?

There's no one around.

Please don't.

Let's get a nice bit

of fresh air.

Come on.

Out you come.

Come on.

Yeah.

Sit on there.

You're alright.

Go. Sit down.

Yeah. Nice.

Here we are.

You must be thirsty.

All part of the service.

Now, ladies first.

There we go. Oh.

- Give it to him.

- No. No.

You first, then him.

Come on.

There we go.

Oh. It's alright.

I've got another bottle

for him.

That's it. Come on.

Drink it!

Get it down ya.

Think of your kid!

Get it down ya!

Think about

your f*cking kid!

Jesus Christ, Anne!

Some mother you'll make.

Tsk-tsk-tsk.

Huh! Well, f*ck.

It seems like that's all

we got after all.

All gone.

What a shame.

Poor Patrick.

I'm not f*cking around.

Let's go.

I need a loo.

You don't want me pissing

in your cab, do you?

Wait there!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What... What are you doing?

I said wait there.

Yeah. There.

What hand? That one?

That easier?

- Yeah.

- Good. Hold it there.

Ohh. Ian's here to help.

Is that too tight?

No, it's fine.

Good. Alright.

Oh! Wait.

Ian: Right.

Now. Ta-da!

Piss in that.

If I hear anyone coming,

I'm back around here, alright?

Decent or indecent.

Gotta make a phone call.

f*ck.

f*ck.

Oh, sh*t.

Woman: Welcome to

the voicemail service.

f*ck' hell.

f*ck!

Ian: Shut up!

Shut the f*ck up!

I warned you, didn't I?!

Shut up!

No! She was... She was

standing right there behind me!

She... She was

standing right there!

Stand up.

f*cking stand up!

Anne: She was standing...

She was right there.

f*cking turn around.

Turn around!

f*cking.

Will you listen, Anne?

Ugh!

You pissed on the floor,

you dirty little rabbit.

I can't... I couldn't go

with my hand...

What?

You don't... You don't

need to tie me up.

What?

I'm not gonna go anywhere.

I promise you.

Get in. Get in.

f*cking get in!

f*ck.

Put 'em back on.

Mind your feet.

If you do anything

like that again,

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll him.

Do you understand, Anne?

Good. Let's go.

Where are we going?

Ian:

The end of the road.

My place.

On Maybelle Hill.

You know it?

No.

That road will scare ya.

Ha!

The most haunted road

in England, they call it.

You believe in ghosts?

Do you believe

in ghosts, Anne?

Anyway, she died

in a car crash

out in the middle of the night,

hitching with her kid,

fleeing

her f*cking husband.

Car k*lled her outright.

It was the little girl, though.

She died

a couple of days later.

Alone in the woods.

Scared.

Crying for her mama.

No one came looking.

No one found her.

This road has been haunted

ever since.

The Ghost of Maybelle Hill,

they call her.

Stands at the side

of the road, hitching.

She rides with you a while

and then...

she just disappears.

Sometimes she don't get in.

She just appears inside the car.

Sometimes she just steps out

right in front of you...

...staring.

Till you hit her.

Then she drops down

underneath your car.

Whenever she appears, she's

always after the same thing.

Her child.

Ian:

You alright, love?

Yeah, um, I just...

I ate something bad.

Um, sorry.

W-What do I owe you?

Oh, nothing.

Consider it a gift

for the little one.

Really?

Yeah.

Just promise me

one thing.

Sure.

Look after it for me.

I will.

Thank you.

Anne, you hungry?

You're eating for two now.

Yeah.

Poor little fella.

Must have been

tuckered out.

Let's let him sleep.

Aww.

Patrick, wake up.

Please wake up.

Patrick:

Yeah, I'm awake.

You f*cking as*h*le!

Thanks so f*cking much.

He doesn't know that,

does he?

When he unties me,

he'll have to

drag me out himself.

That's when

I'll take him.

You're gonna take him?

You'll have to help me.

You said you wanted us to do

more things as a couple.

He's f*cking nuts.

That's what he is.

Ghosts,

for Christ's sake.

Stop it, Pat. He picked me up

from the hospital.

Told me to...

to take care of the baby.

I'll k*ll him

before he touches you.

Patrick.

Look at me. Hey.

Patrick. Look at me.

Look at me. Patrick.

You can't fight him

like this, can you?

You need to stay calm, okay?

It's all gonna be fine.

Just stay calm, okay?

I'm so glad, Anne,

about the baby.

I've changed.

Jessica told me.

She t-told you what?

About the woman

you brought back with you.

How could I have had

anyone back with me

with those two

sleeping next door?

Anne.

Anne.

So that's it.

Is it?

Then we may as well die.

There's someone there.

There's someone coming!

Patrick, there's someone coming!

We can... We can...

We can both yell out.

When he opens the door,

we can scream, alright?

- And then they'll... they'll hear us.

- Yeah.

Come on. Patrick.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on. This is our

last chance. Come on!

It's okay. It's okay, Pat.

Stay calm. Stay with me, Pat.

It's okay. It's alright.

It's alright.

I'll get us out of this.

Just hold on. Just stay calm.

Hold on.

Come close,

you f*cking b*stard.

Open the f*cking door.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

He stopped.

Patrick, he stopped.

He... He's...

Yes.

He's... Oh.

Not coming.

He's not coming.

He's...

He's not coming, Pat.

He's...

He can see me.

Can he see me?

I think he can see me.

Ian: You're awake.

You were crying out

in your sleep.

For your mum.

What did you give me?

Oh, nothing.

Just some over-the-counter

sleep medication.

Took its time, though. I didn't

think it was gonna work.

Jesus! f*ck!

Calm down.

Just needed a bit of peace

and quiet, to be honest, Anne.

I'm under a lot

of pressure right now.

Calm down.

Please let me out.

I only gave you a few.

Quit crying, Anne.

Stop f*cking crying!

I hate it!

Elaine used to cry.

Anne! Stop crying!

I'll f*cking k*ll you!

I will f*cking k*ll you!

You can still feel it, right?

Can you still feel it?

Yeah, I can

still feel it.

There we go then.

Bloody fuss over nothing.

Just shut up

and enjoy the scenery.

You've seen her,

haven't you?

Yeah, she has.

She's seen her.

On Maybelle Hill.

That's where

I first saw her.

She was standing

by the side of the road.

I stopped to let her in,

but she was already there.

Pointing.

Up the road, I thought.

She started talking.

First, it was

like a warning.

I managed to tune in a bit,

and it wasn't a warning at all.

She was speaking about how

things are and always will be.

In my head.

She was in my thoughts.

She pointed at the photo.

There. My little boy.

My angel.

And that's when

I got scared.

And I looked up again.

And it wasn't the ghost

anymore.

It was Elaine.

My wife just staring at me

and sobbing, pleading.

She's telling me things,

horrible things.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I needed it to stop!

Except she was there.

Right there,

where you are now.

I can still feel her,

the ghost.

It's like she's never left.

She was there when I brought

you back from the hospital.

Right next to you

the whole way.

Anne: Patrick.

Are we on

Maybelle Hill now?

We've been on it

since the beginning.

Hm.

Here we go.

Hm!

There we go.

Home sweet home.

Your... Your family

lives here?

My family?

Are you mad?

Why would my family live

in this deserted sh*thole?

My family live in a house,

my f*cking house that I pay for.

I live here.

Stand here.

Wakey, wakey!

Hands off snakey!

Hey.

If you help me get him inside,

I'll let him live.

- You promise?

- Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Piggy promise.

Stand there. Stand there.

You want to do

piggy promise?

Right.

Go on. Grab his legs.

Come on, lazy bones.

Go on.

I don't usually lock the place

up, 'cause no one comes here.

And no one leaves.

Ahh.

Huh?

Ta-da!

I got... I got him.

Sorry.

No. I can't.

- Put him down.

- Sorry.

You alright?

Come in. I'm sorry.

Come. Come in.

Come in. Come in.

Go on.

It's just temporary,

you know?

Put some of

these lights on.

It's dark in here.

Ohh.

Better.

There's a sleeping bag there

if you're cold or tired.

Or blankets if you're too much

of a f*cking princess.

Sit down.

Sit down, please, Anne!

Now, in here, you got

a little fridge that works.

And there's a bathroom

in here.

But there's no water.

So I use bottles

for that...

and drinking...

drugging.

I don't have a telly, though.

It's good for you,

to be honest.

Right.

Come on, Elaine.

Come on. Pick up.

Why won't you answer me?

Woman: Welcome...

She never f*cking

answers me.

Why does she never

f*cking answer me?!

It's the middle of the night.

She's probably asleep.

She's asleep?

She's awake.

She's always a weight.

Used to say to me,

"You're not the one

getting up at night

doing the feeds!"

Ain't my fault

I don't have t*ts, is it?

Is it?

"Breast is best."

Heard that

a f*cking million times.

Breast is best, Anne.

Shift.

Don't want him

to hurt his neck. Ugh.

It's just

you and me now.

And her.

She's waiting for us.

You know, the first night...

the first night

I picked her up...

Was scared shitless.

I drove straight to a pub

and I had a large whiskey.

Then I had another

f*cking large whiskey.

And I sat there.

Just shaking

like a sh1tting dog

until I'd just calmed down

enough to go home.

And my wife, Elaine...

my f*cking wife...

she didn't believe me!

She said, "Who you been with?

Why won't you admit it?

That's why you work nights."

Can you f*cking believe that?

I ended up on the f*cking sofa

that night.

I lay there...

terrified

out of my f*cking mind.

And then I heard

something upstairs.

So I went up.

She was in his room.

She was just stood

by his cot.

Knew then I had to

get her away from him.

I had to save him.

My little boy.

My little angel.

And that's when I left 'em.

When I came back up

to Maybelle Hill,

I brought you with me.

For her.

My baby.

Yeah.

A trade.

My child for yours.

She's here.

Stay there.

Oh, no, no, no.

Come on, come on, come on.

Don't die. Don't die.

Patrick, come on. Come on.

f*ck. Okay.

Annie...

Annie.

Is it mine?

Of course it's yours.

I f*cked it all up.

I know I'm meant to die.

I'll get you out of this.

Don't, don't, don't.

It's okay.

You and our baby...

Anne?

- Shh. Shh.

- Anne! Stop!

Save the baby.

Wait!

It was Jessica.

I slept with Jessica.

That's who the woman was.

I slept with Jessica.

Come on.

No, Annie.

Come on.

You can't take me.

No!

Shh. Patrick.

Come on. Come on.

f*ck.

Come on. f*ck.

sh*t. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

You little f*ck.

No! You said

you'd let him live!

You know what?

I just changed my mind.

Then. Just then.

Just then.

Get off him!

Get off!

f*ck off, Elaine!

Silly rabbit.

Almost got you, then.

I could have hurt

the baby!

Him? I'm sorry.

I'm not usually

like this.

You horrible c**t.

Rabbit?

Rabbit!

Come here, rabbit.

Run, you rabbit!

Rabbit!

Rabbit!

Come here!

Rabbit!

Rabbit.

Ow.

Rabbit.

Ian: Where are you,

naughty rabbit?

Knock it out.

Come on.

f*cking c**t!

Get off!

f*cking hell, Anne!

Look what you made me do!

f*ck!

f*cking hell!

f*ck. f*cking...

Your temper!

Clean up your sh*t

and go home.

No, no. Please don't.

Please. Please. Please.

I can... I can feel it kicking.

It's alive. It's alive.

Please don't.

Please. Please.

f*cking hell. My heart.

Whoo!

Anne?

Ian: What life would yours

have had?

Parents f*cking hate

each other.

Dad who didn't know

he was one.

Cheating.

What life would he have had?

Me and Elaine rowed.

We f*cking found it tough,

but to say

I didn't love my son...

To say I was out f*cking

this woman and that woman

while she was at home

looking after her kid.

Her f*cking kid!

It was never my kid.

Do you know

what I was doing, Elaine?

I was out driving

this sh*t f*cking cab

trying to make us

a bit of f*cking money.

Then you tell me

you want a divorce.

Alright.

You want to take away my son?

Take away the only thing I love?

Fine.

Maybe I'll take away your son.

Take away the only thing

you f*cking love. Permanently.

Oh, my God.

That was the thought I had.

Thought that was in my mind.

Ian:

k*ll him. k*ll him!

k*ll...

But I wouldn't do that.

Why would I?

I love him to death.

So I went out.

And I drove it off.

And that's what I saw her.

That's the price.

That's the price

for thinking it.

She read my mind.

She read my thoughts.

My f*cking shame.

She knew

exactly what I'd done!

When I picked her up,

that's what she was telling me!

She was whispering in my ear.

"Smother him. Smother him.

Smother him..."

But she started

to get in my cab...

Because I made a deal...

She can have yours,

and I'll have mine.

She can have yours,

and I'll have mine.

Yes.

I'm sorry, Annie.

Come down here.

Kneel down there!

I'm saving my child.

You'd do the same.

There is no child, Ian.

I lost it.

When you picked me up

from the hospital...

I don't have a child.

Ian: What?

I have no baby.

It left me.

I'm sorry.

That's not right.

That won't work.

That won't work!

Why did you lie to me,

rabbit?!

You f*cking tricked me!

Anne: You took it.

You took it.

You took my baby!

You took it! You stole it!

Where are you?

No, no, no! Come back!

Come back! Where did you go?

Come back.

You stole it.

Where are you?

Where are you?!

No!

Where are you?!

Woman: No!

Woman:

Where are you?!

Hello?

Okay.

Off we go.

It's Elaine.