Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

You were right.
Let's get out of here.

A hundred percent.

Barbara, give me
the baby, please.

No, I can't let you leave.

Natasha: You don't understand

a single thing about
this situation.

So, please, stop being
an annoying b*tch,

and give me the baby.

See, you're letting
your anger at me

get in the way of
caring for your child.

Sorry, are you tryna
tell me about my anger?

You are un-f*ckin'-believable.

See, this is what I
was talking about.

You have to start working
through your pain.

Children are like sponges.
They feed off your emotions.

Oh, f*ck off, Barbara!

At Jupiter House, we try not
to raise our voices in anger...

Yes, I know. We only
raise them in joy

and it's wonderful!

Now let's all raise our
voices in f*cking joy!

Barbara: Calm down, Natasha.

- Don't tell me to calm down!
- Barbara: Natasha...

I said don't tell
me to calm down!

Let's get out of here.

Give me the baby.

I'm not f*cking around.

Okay?

What... What...

Natasha: What the f*ck
happened last night?

Mrs. Eaves: I don't know.

I've never seen him like this.

Like what?

This angry.

Natasha: Why?

Mrs. Eaves: About his mother.

Like you.

- Quiet.

Bobbi!

- Sorry!
- What the f*ck, man!

I have a light footfall.

Have you seen the kids?

No... why?

'Cause they ran
off with the baby,

and he's in a right state.

Have you tried the den?

Barbara: Children,
where are you?!

- Searcher: Sally!
- Barbara: Sally!

Children!

Misty, come on now!

I don't know what's
gotten into them.

This was meant to be
such a lovely solstice.

It's obvious, isn't it?

They got riled up.

If you've got something
to say, Honey,

just for Christ's sake, say it.

Well, everything was
fine until Natasha

came down to the bonfire.

She's an upsetting energy.

Yeah, and you're a joyless twat.

There we go, and now everyone
knows what everyone else thinks.

Sally.

Mrs. Eaves: Helen.

Give him to me.

He wants his mum.

His mum's right here, darling.

Children :
Mummy's gone into the water.

Mummy's gone into the water...

- Mrs. Eaves: Natasha, make him stop!
- How?!

- Ah!
- Natasha: Oh god! Stop!

- You're gonna hurt yourself!

Bobbi: Sally, Sally!

Get the baby!

Where are you?!

Young Bobbi: Tash!

- Bobbi: Tash!

Tash... Tash.

Bobbi! Are you okay?

I know they're home-schooled,

but they seemed
like normal kids.

Think I sprained my ankle.

- Can you run?
- I can... power-limp.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Searcher: Misty!

Come away from the water.

Come, come away from there.

- What's the matter, children?

Let us take the baby.

Stop! Stop!

Stop that, children!

- Stop it!

Stop it!

Aah!

Natasha: Imagine if Barbara
had brought us to live here.

Bobbi: I used to
fantasize about it.

Natasha: Yeah, but then you'd
have to live with Barbara.

Just do your f*ckin' head in.

Bobbi: I don't know.
She tries her best.

Natasha: Exactly.

- You got good at magic, you know?
- Thanks.

You've always known
what you wanted to be.

I'm jealous.

You got purpose.

So do you now.

You're a mum.

Jack's alive.

Baby: Daddy.

Sally.

Put the rock down.

Put... the rock down, please.

And then we can all
be calm together.

No. Don't.

Sally... don't! Stop it!

Don't! Put it down!

Barbara...

f*ck off!

Barbara: No!

Sally, Sally! Oh goodness.

Sa-Sally.

No! Ah!

Sally, no!

He-Help!

- Help!
- Oh my god, Mum!

Barbara: Help!

Stop it.

: Stop it!

Bobbi, the coins!

What?

Distract the baby!

Bobbi: It's workin'.

Barbara!

Barbara!

Mum!

Bobbi: Uh, Tash...

I'm running out
of moves... uh.

Improvise!

Um...

Ta-da!

Shit!

Uh, uh, Patricia, hi!

Fantastic to hear from you!

Patricia :
Is now a good time?

Absolutely!

Patricia: So, listen,
Bobbi, we think

- you and Sam are fantastic candidates.
- Great!

But we're just gonna ask you
to wait another six months,

and then we'll touch
base to reassess, okay?

Sorry?

- Patricia: Hello?
- Bobbi: Patricia, Patricia!

What are you doing?!

Patricia: Are you sure
this is a good time?

Bobbi: Oh, oh, I'm here.

I was... Sorry, I was
babysitting orphans.

Quick!

Close it, close it!

I don't, um...

Did I do something wrong?

Patricia: Bobbi,
it's just your

overwhelming commitment
to this adoption,

the sense of urgency you have.

Being a parent is
for the long haul,

and you won't be able to
do everything perfectly.

That's why we want to put
the whole process on pause.

Pause?

Patricia: To give
you some time

to set more grounded,

more realistic expectations
around being a parent.

Then we can reassess.

So... what you're,
you're telling me is

that, uh, you're
not giving me a baby

because I, I want
a baby too much?

Because I-I'm too perfect?

Patricia: Um,
look, w-we're not

not giving you a baby, Bobbi.

It's... just not
for six months.

But I-I don't want a
baby in six months.

I w-w-want a baby now.

- Patricia: Bobbi...
- No.

N-No, I want... my baby.

Patricia: I just...
It's really...

I want my baby, Patricia.
Give me my baby.

- Patricia: Oh, Bobbi...
- I want my baby.

Give me my f*cking baby!


- I...
- Shh.

Give me that.

They want us... to wait six months.

How, how am I supposed
to wait six months?

It'll fly by, Bobs.

Anyway, f*ck that woman.
She doesn't know a thing.

It's easy for you to
say, though, isn't it?

- Bob...
- This was the most important thing in my life.

And I suppose I'm the
one who f*cked it up?

Bobbi: I don't know.
You were there.

Is that what the
social worker said?

- Adoption social worker.
- If you had told me about

- the adoption in the first place...
- You didn't tell me

you had a baby.

Jesus Christ, Bobbi,
that's different!

Of course, because it's not
really your baby, is it?

This is all just one big joke.

- Ha, ha, ha.
- Ha, ha, ha, f*ckin' ha.

Enough!

We... are sorting this

right now.

- Absolutely not.
- Bobbi: No way.

Now say it.

You're unhinged.

Natasha, you first.

You're my sister and I love you.

Barbara: No, say
it like ya mean it.

You're my sister...

and I love you.

Barbara: Bobbi.

You don't think I should
have a kid, do you?

- Jesus, Bob.
- Do you?

Don't lie. Do you think
I should have a kid?

No.

Why not?

- Bobbi.
- Why not?

'Cause this.

'Cause you're still a child.

You're still terrified
of everyone leavin' you.

Do you think bein'
Sam's sidekick

means that she won't eventually
get bored and f*ck off?

You want a baby

because a baby can't reject you.

Least not for a couple
of decades anyway.

So, no, Bobbi...

I don't think you
should have a baby.

I think you should have a dog.

It'll love you unconditionally
and for longer.

Are you for real?

Someone tells you
something you don't like,

and you curl up on
the floor and cry?

If you have a kid,

at some point in their lives

pretty early on, I'd imagine,

the world is going to shit
on them from a great height.

You're gonna have to
stand up for them.

You can't even stand
up for yourself,

so what chance does
a kid of yours have?

Wow. Thank God for you.

Natasha Williams... the
unrecognized martyr,

the one who kept
everything together.

We must never stop thanking you.

- The f*ck, Bobbi?
- What have you got...

that qualifies you
to be a parent?

You don't keep
everything together.

You f*ck everything up.

And that's why everyone
is moving on without you.

And it's not because
you're some maverick

who's too edgy
for a normal life.

It's because you
tear through people.

So, what's the big plan?
Hm? What's the big plan?

Right.

So, why don't you just f*ck off

with telling people how
to live their lives,

and why don't you just
f*ck off out of mine!

Now...

you're both in a lot of pain.

- We can heal from this.
- Don't you start.

This is not about
you, Barbara, yeah?

Your dad and I...

Don't you say one
word about Lyle.

Lyle was a f*cking saint.

Well, Lyle asked me to leave.

That's a lie.

Why are you even saying this?

I'm trying to tell
you what happened.

What happened is you left.

Well...

I, I was drowning.

I mean, some weeks...

Couldn't even get out of bed.

You'd bring me
crackers and butter.

Probably too young to remember.

And you'd climb
into bed beside me,

stroke my face.

And I felt so ashamed.

And that's why I had Bobbi.

So that... you'd have
somewhere to put your love.

I'm sorry about your mum.

Bye, Barbara.

Bobbi.

Don't call me.

It's easier when
you don't call me.

Oh my god.

- What happened to your leg?
- It's nothing.

What happened to your arm?

I had a heart attack.

Jack's still alive.

Please, we will have a chance.

For f*ck's sake.