Confinement

Caroline, open this door and let me in.

You are not taking my baby.

It's a monster.

I will fucking shoot you!

Trust me, it's what must be done.

You have to give up the baby.

Michael!

I'm coming out.

I will shoot anyone who comes near me!

Michael!

Michael!

Do you believe now?

How's it look now?

Yeah, if we bathed our baby in this,

people will come and take it.

Stella? Try it again.

It's still hell's bathwater.

Oh! Oh no, it's clearing.

-Ah! -Look at that.

It almost looks like water's supposed to.

I think this technically makes me a plumber.

How many YouTube videos

did you have to watch to learn that?

Just one.

And five more.

These are great.

I'm not sure what I wanna do over the crib.

Maybe we can go into the countryside

when the leaves turn, get some pictures.

Yeah? It's a date.

Speaking of dates, uh, the shower's a month away,

and you still haven't touched your stack of invitations.

Construction guys aren't that into parties

where the food is miniaturized.

Pizza for dinner? I'm starving.

Oh, smooth, smooth deflection.

You said "pizza" and my whole world

became cheese and pepperoni.

Mm.

I'm not talking about your work mates,

and you know it.

Your family's about to get a new member.

If a baby isn't reason enough

to reach out after all these years--

The last thing that we want is my family

anywhere near this kid's life.

It's best for everyone, trust me.

Are you ever gonna tell me what your issue is with them?

Hey, do you mind putting the order in,

so it's here when I get back?

-What are you in the mood for? -Ah. I don't know. Surprise me.

Oh. Oh.

Someone's doing somersaults.

Come here, feel.

Ian.

Makes it all feel...

very real.

Ian?

Babe, what's wrong?

Nothing. I... I should go.

I need to drop this gear off before they shut the place.

Let the water run for another 20 minutes

and then turn it off, okay?

Can you say something?

Are you sure?

I had a vasectomy, for God's sake.

Ian. Babe, what's wrong?

Are you gonna tell me what your issue is with them?

Let me help you with that.

Um, thank you.

-Sorry, do we-- -Know each other?

No, not yet, but I am hoping to change that.

I'm Caroline Cadell.

Ian's mother.

If now isn't a good time, I can--

No, no, come in please.

It's a lovely house.

It's got good ...

bones.

We were gonna fix it up.

We were gonna do a lot of things.

Oh, sorry, can I get you something to drink?

-Uh, yes, a glass of water. -Okay.

In other circumstances,

I'd say we both deserve a shot of whiskey.

Let's, uh, go outside.

-Oh, yeah. Let me help you with that. -Oh, thank you.

Yeah, please, you must sit down. Your feet must be screaming.

Mine swelled worse with every pregnancy.

You're probably wondering how I found you.

Imagining some sleazy private investigator

who's... ...following your every move.

But the truth is...

...we stopped looking for Ian a long time ago.

Yeah, when he decided to leave.

I can't change it now.

All those arguments that I practiced in my head,

they're completely useless.

But you are here.

And I would love to get to know you.

The woman that my son loved.

How did you know that he...

My son-in-law, he stumbled across the obit online.

Ian, of course, had changed his last name to Clark.

But then there was the photo.

He looked so handsome.

And happy.

I took that photo on our honeymoon.

I wanted to contact you.

But I never knew Ian's old last name.

Yes, I'm sure he hid his past very well.

Was the, um...

was the funeral nice?

It was a small service, just a few friends.

Your family didn't go?

It was just my mom and I growing up.

Well, she died when I was in college.

So, you're all alone?

Is it a boy or a girl?

We didn't want to know.

We thought it would be a nice surprise.

Yes, well, babies come with enough surprises.

Stella...

my children are all coming to the summer cottage this weekend.

And I would love it...

if you would join us.

If it's a family thing, I... I...

You have the last piece of my son inside you.

That makes you family.

Please.

Cottage? If you say so.

Whoa, okay.

Oh. Do you want me to pee in your bushes?

Hello.

Hello. Anyone home?

I can't believe

we're having this conversation again.

What do you mean again?

What do I mean? Fifty grand, down the drain!

We agreed I can spend as I see fit.

You know, spending and squandering

-are not the same thing! -It's my money, Lake.

-Your allowance, you mean. -We agreed not to use that word.

-You agreed not to use it. -Look, you don't know,

-the investment might still pay off. -Like all your other investments?

If you really wanna use booze

as an excuse for being a bitch, sweetie,

you should really try and drink it first.

Or maybe I should just dump it on the floor.

I mean, that's what gets you off, isn't it?

Wasting my money.

Oh, what's this, about 20 quid's worth?

Shall I make it a double, hmm?

Sorry. I'm... I'm so sorry.

I... I did knock, but no one answered,

and I... I really need the bathroom.

-I'm Stella. -Yeah, yeah, we know. We all Googled you.

Nice LinkedIn pic.

-So, you do know what a job site is? -Chew glass.

How about I pour this on my feet and you lap it up like a puppy?

Oh, please don't get any whiskey on the oriental.

You can still say that about rugs, I hope. Hello.

Save the casual racism for dinner, shall we, Mother?

She has to pee.

Yeah.

-Curse of pregnancy. -Yes, one of them.

It's just down the hall on the left.

Okay.

Are you serious?

-What? -Keep it together.

Oh.

The water was smooth as silk.

Weatherman said it was gonna be scorching today.

-Shows what they know. -You must be freezing.

Cold is good for the soul, and you can withstand anything

if you put your mind to it.

I used to tell Ian that

when he had the night terrors as a boy.

Did he ever grow out of them?

Perhaps, you...

perhaps, you should go and get ready for dinner.

You're worried she'll run,

screaming at the sight of my nylon-clad bosom.

She looks tougher than that.

She's a bit of a character, Grandma Odette.

-The children call her Granno. -Your mother?

My late husband's.

Come with me.

I've put you in Ian's old room.

It's a bit further away than the others,

but I thought you might like that, the privacy.

Oh, and it has an en suite.

I should get you some fresh towels.

It's the help's week off.

Most of his things have been put away in boxes now.

Rugby trophies... ...those awful band posters,

video games.

Other things that I just couldn't bear to put away.

No matter what he told you, Stella.

It wasn't all bad.