The Baby

- 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 bitch,

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-fuckin'-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, fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking around.

Okay?

What... What...

Natasha: What the fuck 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 fuck, 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 fuckin' 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...

fuck 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?