MARIE-CLAIRE
Ashleigh. You’ve done a great job, but you shouldn’t be here and you have to go.
CLICK. The central locking clicks open as Marie-Claire’s phone RINGS. She turns away to answer it. Ashleigh jogs round to Holly’s side, opens her door.
ASHLEIGH
Jump out. Give me a hug, quick.
Holly climbs out. The Baby makes their farewell hug awkward, but we can see the empathy there.
ASHLEIGH
What’s your real name?
HOLLY
Georgie.
ASHLEIGH
Georgie, don’t believe what you’re told just because you trust the person telling you.Yousaved this baby. Don’t ever make your life about someone else again. (beat) Especially not Gabriel. OK?
Holly goes to reply, but—
MARIE-CLAIRE
Fucking WHAT? Is this a JOKE? (whispers) Of course I did …
Marie-Claire’s legs almost give way, she drops her phone, struggles to retrieve it. Finally, she hauls herself into the back seat of the car, closes the door, lays her head on her shaking hands.
Across the car park, a brisk Aileen and broken Jonah turn into view. Ashleigh whispers in Holly’s ear …
ASHLEIGH
Promise.
She pads away as quietly as she arrived. Behind Aileen and Jonah, unseen by them, a POLICE OFFICER staggers from the warehouse and vomits. He is followed by another OFFICER who paces in distress. As Aileen glances briefly to Marie-Claire, still sitting in the car, Holly rocks the Baby, considers Ashleigh’s words.
AILEEN
Right, let’s get you three somewhere safe for the night.
CLICK, FOOTSTEPS as Marie-Claire jumps from the car and hurries away. Aileen opens the door for Holly …
AILEEN
(into the radio)
Can I confirm the address …?
Her voice fades as we focus on Holly and Jonah, their eyes locked in mutual defiance.
HOLLY
They’re all dead.
JONAH