Wasp

Zoe [Natalie Press] rapidly descends a flight of stairs, baby in hand, and three other children in tow. The scene is tense from the start as she finds herself in a physical altercation with her neighbour, and the two women and their children trade shouts and insults, the air thick with frustration and fear. The moment lingers, and the clash sets a tone of precarious balance between care and chaos that threads through the rest of the story.

They eventually head home, the kids hungry for chips, while the adults exchange hostile glances and muffled threats. A man then pulls up in a car and calls Zoe’s name. He is David Danny Dyer, and he appears friendly enough, inviting her to join him for a drink. Zoe hesitates, curious and perhaps momentarily relieved to escape the mounting tension at home, yet the implications of the invitation ripple through every interaction that follows.

The children are curious about the mystery man, noting that he bears a resemblance to David Beckham. When Zoe reveals that the man is named David Danny Dyer, the kids burst into excited chatter, their imaginations sparked by the idea of a famous adult entering their world of cramped rooms and hungry stomachs. The family heads back inside to carve out a plan: Zoe will search for a sitter so she can spend time with David, while the kids await a safer future than the day has offered so far.

A wasp becomes an unexpected interruption, buzzing near a window as Zoe opens it to set it free. The moment lingers in the background like a reminder of danger and small, fragile control slipping through her fingers. As the day wears on, Zoe’s resolve to juggle everything tightens into a more fragile strain. The kids accompany her as they head toward the pub, and Zoe tells them she’s just stepping out for a quick visit with David. She leaves the children outside the pub, a decision that weighs on her with every step she takes inside.

Inside, David is at the pool table, and Zoe makes her entrance into his orbit. He teases that since she’s “one of those modern girls,” she should buy the first round herself. Zoe is visibly torn between enjoying the moment and facing the practical realities she’s neglecting at home—the bills, the needs of the children, the possibility of someone else stepping in to help. She buys drinks, though she struggles to justify the cost, a small but telling sign of the mounting pressure she lives under.

Outside, the children try to entertain themselves with simple snacks and a glass of Coke, their disappointment over not getting chips echoing the day’s broader sense of scarcity. Zoe’s performance for them—singing and dancing to keep their spirits up—feels like a fragile act of love, a chorus of care in a world that keeps tugging her away from the needs of her children. She tells her oldest child, Kelly Jodie Mitchell, not to come inside unless there’s an emergency, a rule that will soon be tested by the pull of the night.

Back in the pub, Zoe and David rekindle an old spark, the evening dissolving boundaries as they reconnect. Yet the outside world intrudes again when Zoe passes the neighbour from the earlier confrontation, who sneers that Social Services won’t be far behind if she doesn’t shape up. The threat of losing her children adds a sharp edge to Zoe’s attempt to enjoy the moment with David, and the children wait for her outside for hours, feeling neglected and small in the grander drama of adult decisions.

David finally emerges from the pub, and Zoe slides into his car. They share a kiss, the moment cutting away to the sobering sight of her baby crying inside the car. The children, hungry and restless, continue eating ribs and chips dropped by others as the night unfolds. The tension escalates as Zoe’s priorities fracture, and the fundamental trust she relies on becomes increasingly fragile.

A sharp interruption arrives when a distant cry from a child shatters the moment. Zoe rushes from the car and spots a wasp crawling toward her baby’s mouth, a dangerous moment that could end in tragedy. The scene is brutal in its realism, and the fear is palpable.

Don’t sting him.

The wasp exits, and Zoe’s raw anger surfaces as she notices ribs smeared around the baby’s mouth. She shakes Kelly with a fierce urgency, shouting, “I told you to look after him, didn’t I?” The moment is a raw explosion of love, guilt, and blame, and the family’s dynamics hang in the balance as Zoe tries to repair the damage with an apology and a softened posture.

In the final beat, the children eat in the car, and Zoe looks on with a mix of embarrassment and resignation. David, sensing the fragile peace, suggests they talk as he drives the family home, the kids singing along to a celebratory tune on the radio. The night ends with a complicated blend of care, consequence, and the persistent pull between personal desire and parental responsibility, leaving the viewer to weigh the costs of both.

Last Updated: October 09, 2025 at 15:09