INT: LIVING ROOM, EARLY MORNINGMorning sounds. Dull house lights fill the room assilhouettes dash too and fro.A shadow of a pregnant woman in the midst of labour and sheis being guided by another woman, the Midwife (50’sconservative, midwest-looking woman), around the room tofind the right position. She squats. She crawls. She rubsher back against the wall. The whole time the Midwiferubbing her back and comforting her.There is the silhoutte of the father pacing unsure of whatto do. Useless.Pregnant woman is finally on her back with legs up. She isin the throws of labour. There is still no sound, just thesounds of birds chirping. We see her face in agonizing pain.The father’s panic riddled face. We then see the Midwife’sserene face. She looks wise, and warm. She isn’t overjoyed,or hysterical. She’s smiling and directing the labour.The Midwife lifts the new born baby up and with a burst ofsound, we hear the baby cry, the mother gasping and crying,the father squeeling with delight. The Midwifecongratulating.MIDWIFEOk, Mummy, let me take him andclean him up. He needs hismake-over!MOTHEROh thank you! Oh honey!FATHERI can’t believe it. Oh my god!The Midwife takes the newborn baby to a space set up to helpclean him. She opens the carefully cleans him up. Her faceand eyes still serene but she isn’t consoling the newbornscrying. She is just doing her job. She looks up out thewindow, distracted. She sees birds flying around on thiermorning hunt. We again only hear the birds.The Midwife casually looks back at the newborn who hascalmed a little. She pickes him up and take him back to thenew parents. They are overhjoyed. We see their mouthsmoving, thanking the Midwife. She smiles, but all she canhear are the birds. She turns her head and looks out thewindow again to see the birds flying free.Shot of birds flying free.