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 pistol around.
His sister sprints out of the car
and runs into the house screaming!
- Fuck. - Then...
this car that's been following her pulls up.
The driver leaps out.
He starts screaming at Ash
to point the gun 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?
Well, she didn't say.
I was going to.
Were you? Yeah.
Hey.
Why didn't she tell me?
Anne!
Fucking hell was that all about?
Like I fucking 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?
Fuck. 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 fucking business for once?
Come on.
Go on.
Patrick: What the fuck 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, fuck-all, Anne. Not a fucking 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?
Fucking 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 fuck 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 fucking sounds like it.
We're engaged, actually.
Ha!
Anne, I'd get out at the next red lights
and I'd run a fucking mile.
Excuse me?
Marriage is... It's a long road.
It's a long, long fucking 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 fucking 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, fuckin' hell. He doesn't know, does he?
Shit.
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, fuck 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 retarded dickhead like this.
Who the fuck 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.
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 fucking lying, alright?
It's you keeping the secrets here, not me.
Really? Yeah. Really.
How do I know it's mine? Oh, shit.
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 fiancée
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 fuck 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.
Fucking... clown school.
Oh, no, he is. Yeah. He's actually getting his map.
Fucking 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 fuck are you doing?!
Watch your fucking mouth!
Or you'll get one and all.
What a fucking rotter!
Is he dead?
What do I look like? Fucking Quincy M.D.?
Ah. Ha ha ha! Let me out!
Hey. Nice try.
You think I was fucking born yesterday?
You listen to me.
You try and escape again,
I'm gonna fry this man's fucking brain.
You understand that?
Do you under-fucking-stand that?
Yes!
I've got my eye on you.
Shit.
Don't... Don't do it. Don't do it. Hey.
I fucking warned you. Put that fucking 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 shit, you know?
Yeah!
Yeah. They're fucked.
Sit back. Sit back.
Fuck.
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 kill 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. Fucking 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 fuck!
Kick it. Kick it.
Kick him!
Yeah. Crash us off the road?
Good idea, you fucking... Kick him!
- Want another one? - No, no, no!
Then fucking 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 fucking hand.
Bang, bang, bang.
You're only a little boy...
Horrible cunt.
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 shit about.
Look. That's him. there. Takes after his mum, thank fuck.
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 shit 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.
Fuck. Fuck.
Anne: Patrick.
Patrick.
Are you awake? Patrick? Fuck.
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 fucking kid!
Jesus Christ, Anne!
Some mother you'll make.
Tsk-tsk-tsk.
Huh! Well, fuck.
It seems like that's all we got after all.
All gone.
What a shame. Poor Patrick.
I'm not fucking 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.
Fuck.
Oh, shit.
Woman: Welcome to the voicemail service.
Fuckin' hell.
Fuck!
Ian: Shut up! Shut the fuck 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. Fucking stand up!
Anne: She was standing... She was right there.
Fucking turn around. Turn around!
Fucking. 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. Fucking get in!
Fuck.
Put 'em back on.
Mind your feet.
If you do anything like that again,
I'm gonna fucking kill 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 fucking husband.
Car killed 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 fucking asshole! Thanks so fucking 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 fucking 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 kill 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.
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 fucking bastard.
Open the fucking 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! Fuck!
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 fucking crying! I hate it!
Elaine used to cry. Anne! Stop crying!
I'll fucking kill you!
I will fucking kill 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 shithole?
My family live in a house, my fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking answers me.
Why does she never fucking 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 tits, is it?
Is it?
"Breast is best."
Heard that a fucking 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 fucking large whiskey.
And I sat there.
Just shaking like a shitting dog
until I'd just calmed down enough to go home.
And my wife, Elaine...
my fucking 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 fucking believe that?
I ended up on the fucking sofa that night.
I lay there...
terrified out of my fucking 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.
Fuck. Okay.
Annie...
Annie.
Is it mine?
Of course it's yours.
I fucked 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. Fuck.
Come on. Fuck.
Shit. Come on. Come on. Come on.
You little fuck.
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!
Fuck 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 cunt.
Rabbit?
Rabbit!
Come here, rabbit.
Run, you rabbit!
Rabbit!
Come here!
Rabbit!
Rabbit.
Ow.
Rabbit.
Ian: Where are you, naughty rabbit?
Knock it out.
Come on.
Fucking cunt!
Get off!
Fucking hell, Anne!
Look what you made me do! Fuck!
Fucking hell!
Fuck. Fucking...
Your temper!
Clean up your shit 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.
Fucking hell. My heart.
Whoo!
Anne?
Ian: What life would yours have had?
Parents fucking hate each other.
Dad who didn't know he was one.
Cheating.
What life would he have had?
Me and Elaine rowed.
We fucking found it tough,
but to say I didn't love my son...
To say I was out fucking this woman and that woman
while she was at home looking after her kid.
Her fucking kid! It was never my kid.
Do you know what I was doing, Elaine?
I was out driving this shit fucking cab
trying to make us a bit of fucking 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 fucking love. Permanently.
Oh, my God.
That was the thought I had.
Thought that was in my mind.
Ian: Kill him. Kill him!
Kill...
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 fucking 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.
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 fucking 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.