The Ones Below Page #4

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after the cremation,

but there weren't enough.

I'm sorry.

I didn't change the light bulb.

It may have made a difference.

No, it would have

made a difference.

- Our son would still be alive.

- You don't know that.

Jon:
Excuse me?

There may have been other

contributing factors.

What the f*** are you

talking about?

Justin:
Listen, I'm sorry.

But what happened

was a terrible accident.

The word "accident" implies that

nothing could have been done.

- But that's not true, is it?

- The cat came out of nowhere.

And Theresa tripped

on your shoes.

She tripped in the dark!

- All I am saying is--

- just!

A series of circumstances

led to something truly awful.

It wasn't an accident.

A pregnant woman

who drinks a little wine,

trips on some shoes

left in a dark hallway.

Sorry. What did you say?

Theresa had a glass or two

of wine, that's not her fault.

No, she didn't.

Maybe we made her nervous,

maybe you made her nervous.

She was tired,

she wanted to leave.

You'd left your shoes which

we did not ask you to take off,

in a hallway which

we had neglected to light

because we were cooking

your supper.

- The cat came out.

- She did not drink!

- Did you drink?

- Of course not.

Theresa that's not true.

Are you accusing me of lying?

Listen, let's talk about this

another time,

- you're both grief-stricken.

- Don't tell us how we feel!

Okay, let's go.

We'll talk about this later.

You c*nt! You're accusing me

to cover your own mistake.

- Take that back.

- Let's go.

Tell her to take it back.

You were drinking all night!

- How dare you?

- You moved her!

You moved her

when we told you not to!

This isn't the time.

Let's go.

You don't deserve

that thing inside you.

Come to bed.

Please.

I can't sleep.

Just try.

You're such a f***ing lawyer.

Caroline?

Sorry, can I have a word?

When we were in their flat.

- When I saw her...

- Hey.

We don't have to talk

about that.

Kate:
I want to.

I just felt so ungrateful.

That I had ever been uncertain.

Tell me you want it.

What?

I need to know that

you want our child.

I want it.

More than anything.

Justin:
Sh*t!

I'll get a cloth.

Theresa's voice:

Dear Justin and Kate.

We are going back to Germany.

We realize that

our presence here

is a cause of tension

and regret.

We need time to grieve

our loss, and you need freedom

to enjoy the birth

of your child.

What has happened,

has happened.

What matters now

is that you have your child

and that Jon and I return

only once we feel liberated

from this awful emptiness

that currently inhabits us.

We will not come back

unless we can honestly say

congratulations to you both,

and bless your new child

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