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(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC SWELLS)

MAN: (ON TV) Meanwhile,
work goes on for the Brits

who relocated to the Costa.

Running a bar in the sun
is the classic British dream.

It can easily
turn into a nightmare,

but Gary and Cherry
from Macclesfield

have made it work.

The Bamboo Bar is a success.

(PEOPLE SHOUT
INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES SOFTLY)

(YAWNS)

(FRIDGE WHIRRING)

(FIRE ALARM BEEPING)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

(ALARM CONTINUES BEEPING)

(CAR HORN BLARES)

(THE POWER OF LOVE
PLAYING ON TV)

♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay

(DOORBELL RINGING)

♪ Feels like fire

♪ I'm so in love with you♪

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(SINGING STOPS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hello.

Hello.

I saw you
looking at me
from the street.

I've seen you
a bunch of times

coming and going
with your head down.

One day,
it'll be for real,
that alarm.

(CHUCKLES)
Hmm.

We're basically
the only ones here.

Can you fucking
believe that?

I mean
they haven't got
security guards yet.

I'm Harry.

Adam.

How do you cope?

With, with what?

Listen.

(LOW RUMBLING)

(CHUCKLES)

It's so quiet.

I mean,
London's out there

but we can't hear
a fucking thing.

(SIGHS)

(CLICKS TONGUE)
I play music, right,

but it's worse
when it ends.

Yeah, I even got
one of those, um,

white noise machines,
right?

But it's like
there's someone
in the corner of the room

whispering about me.

I mean, we can't even open,
the windows,

but I guess
they don't really
want us to jump.

It's bad for business.
You know,

bodies broken
on the concrete.

I mean, who's gonna
move in then? (CHUCKLES)

Drink?

It's Japanese.

It's meant to be
the best in the world,

but I, I couldn't
tell you why, so...

No, thanks.
Okay, um...

Okay. How about
I come in anyway?

If not for a drink,

then for whatever else
you might want.

Um...

I don't think
that's a good idea.

(CHUCKLES)
Do I scare you?

No.

We don't have to do anything
if I'm not your type.

(SOFTLY)
There's vampires at my door.

Huh.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC
PLAYING ON RADIO)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(CLATTERING)
(UPBEAT MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC ON RADIO FADES OUT)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(LIGHTER CLATTERS)

(SIGHS)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
ON PA)

(TRAIN RUMBLES PAST)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHILDREN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY)

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(INSECTS CHITTERING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(BOTTLES CLINK)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SCREECHING RECEDES)

Hi.

Hi.

I bought something strong
for a night like this.

No thanks.

Shall we go?

(LIGHTER CLICKS)
Go where?

Home.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

She's gonna be
over the moon
to see ya.

Guess who I found
loitering in the park.

WOMAN: Is it him?

Oh, yeah,
it's definitely him.

Look in his eyes.

Yes, it is you.

Hi.

Hi.

Don't just stand there.
Get yourself inside.

DAD: So,
where are you
living now?

Not around here,
I'm sure.

ADAM: Uh...
I'm, I'm in London.

MUM: Fancy.
DAD: Whereabouts?

MUM: Do you live
by yourself?

DAD: Do you own
your own place?

Uh, yeah, it's just a,
it's just a flat.

What did I tell ya?
What did I tell ya?

I told you he'd be
doing well for himself,
didn't I?

Can't be cheap
living up there
in the smoke.

And what is it
that you do?

I'm a writer.
And what did I
tell you?

No, no, no.

I'm not particularly
rich or anything.
Not really.

Well, I always knew
you'd be creative.

And what kind
of writer are you?

You know how I love,
um, Stephen King.

Carrie, Cujo,
Different Seasons.

No, no, no.
I'm not
a proper writer.

I, I write scripts.

Uh, for film, TV.
When I have to.

(CHUCKLES)
A writer.

God, this is
so bloody exciting.

If I knew
the neighbors,

I'd run over
and I'd tell them
right now.

I've always said that
writers know less
about the real world

than almost
anyone else.
Mmm.

What the hell
would you know?

(CHUCKLES)
You can barely
write joined up.

That's true. But...

(EXHALES)

A writer.

Our son.

DAD: We're very
bloody pleased

to see you
doing so well, then.

Yeah.

Enough of that
poofy shit.

Our boy's
back home.
Hmm.

What are you
puttin' on?

DAD: Oh, you'll see.

(THE POWER OF LOVE
BY JENNIFER RUSH PLAYING)

(DAD GROANS, EXHALES)

MUM: Oh, do you remember

your little red car
that you had?

You loved it and you wanted

to take it out
onto the main road,

and drive it
with all the big cars.

ADAM: Yeah. That's my
first memory, actually.

DAD: It was a Ford Granada
that hit him, wasn't it?

No, it, it was...
Yeah. It was.

It was racing green.
Do you remember that?

MUM: Mmm.
DAD: It, it, flung you

like a rag doll.

You went
so high up
in the air.

I'll never forget it.
Oh, but you were
fine, though.

You were fine.
You had a couple of bruises.

I think they thought
I was exaggerating

when I took you in.

What about
that one Bonfire Night

when you lost it?

You remember
that Bonfire Night?

How old were you?
Six?

MUM: No, he was not.
He was older than that.

DAD: Well,
when the fireworks went off,

poor boy,
started screaming and howling.

I had to carry him
all the way home.

ADAM: You did?
Yeah.

You fell asleep
on my shoulder.

I don't remember that.

DAD: You were, you were
really beside yourself.

You were really
having a hard time,

and I was trying,

we were just trying to get you
to enjoy the fireworks.

And you didn't...

MUM: You've always
been a sensitive boy,
haven't you?

ADAM: Maybe.

Are you still
afraid of
fireworks now?

ADAM: (CHUCKLES) No!

MUM: Do you know
who you sound like?

You sound
just like my mother.

He does.

Doesn't he?
You noticed that?
DAD: Yeah, no, he does.

MUM: You did say
something earlier.

DAD: Yeah. It's when,
it's when you said,

it's when you said,
"I'm not a proper writer."

MUM: Say it again.
DAD: Go on.

MUM: Say it again.
ADAM: Don't make me say it.

MUM: Say it.
DAD: Come on.
Just say it.

MUM: Say,
"a proper writer," again.

ADAM:
Like Nan or like me?

DAD: No. Say it like you.
MUM: "Like Nan or like me."

DAD: Say it like you.
(MUM LAUGHS)

It's so bloody lovely
to see you again.

ADAM: Yeah.

Weren't sure
if we ever would.

Here you are.

Here I am.

Come back soon, hmm?

One of us will be in.

Hmm?

Please.

Yeah, I will.

Good.

(SHIVERS)

Let's go in, eh?
Night.

Good night,
sweetheart.
Good night, son.

Night.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

Hello.
Hi.

I'm really
sorry about
the other night.

Oh, that's all right.

Don't worry about it.

(ELEVATOR THUDS)
See ya.

See ya.

I actually do
like whiskey
if you want, um,

wanna have
a drink or...

(ELEVATOR DOORS CLOSE)

(EXHALES)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(BUILD BY THE HOUSEMARTINS
PLAYING ON RECORD PLAYER)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

MAN:
♪ Clambering men
in big bad boots

♪ Dug up my den,
dug up my roots

♪ Treated us
like plasticine town

(PEN CLICKING)

♪ They built us up
and knocked us down

♪ From Meccano to Legoland

♪ Here they come
with a brick in their hand

♪ Men with heads
filled up with sand

♪ Let's build...

♪ Let's build a house...♪

Hi.

(MUSIC STOPS)

HARRY: Hello.

Hi.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(CHUCKLES) Hi.

Do you wanna come in?
Sure.

ADAM: Do you want a drink?

Yeah,
what have you got?

Uh... I got vodka
and some beer.

I got some weed
if you prefer that.

Yeah, weed's better.

I'm off alcohol...

Do you like
living here?

ADAM: I think
I'll like it more

when people move in.

If people move in.

You got friends
nearby?

No, not really.

Do you?

No, not really.

Most of my friends
have moved out
of London.

Wanna have gardens
for their kids,

and they want
to be near
the grandparents

so they can
look after the kids.

I'm guessing
you didn't want
to move too?

Uh, no.

What am I gonna do
in Dorking?

It's not for
people like me.

I'm just checking.
You are queer, right?

(BOTH CHUCKLING)
Yeah. Yeah.

That's good.
(CHUCKLES)

Or gay.

Right.
Queer, I'm not...

I can't get used to
calling myself queer.

It was always
such an insult.
Hmm.

It's probably why
we hate "gay" so much now.

I mean,
it was always
like, um,

(CHUCKLES) uh
"Your haircut's gay,"

or "This sofa's gay,"

"Your trainers
are gay,"

"Your schoolbag's gay."
(SNORTS)

Yeah.

Queer does feel
polite, somehow,
though, you know.

It's like, um...

I don't know,
it's like

all the dick sucking's
been taken out.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Yeah. I'm assuming
you're not with anyone.

I never see you
with anyone.

No.
No.

You often single?

Am I often single?
Mmm-hmm.

Uh...

I suppose so. Yeah.

Are you?
Yeah.

Yeah, but not
for want of trying.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

How about I kiss ya?

Yeah, all right.

(BOTH MOANING)

Ooh! (COUGHS)

(CLEARS THROAT) Sorry.
No.

You all right?
No. Yeah, yeah.

Just haven't done...
(LAUGHS)

I haven't done this
in a while.

I have to remember to,
remember to breathe.

Okay.
Yeah, yeah.
It's okay.

Okay.

It's okay.
You all right?

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

(HARRY GRUNTS)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(HARRY CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

(HARRY CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

HARRY: Is this you?

Afraid it is.

You were cute.

I hate my photos.

I was a fat kid.

Right, but,

when you're a fat kid,
no one asks

why you don't
have a girlfriend.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

We'd have been friends
for sure, though.

Bunked off football
to spy on the boys.

Is this your dad?

Yeah.

He's handsome.

Yeah.

I'm... I'm trying
to write about them
at the moment.

Is that what you do?

ADAM: Yeah.

HARRY: How's it going?

Uh, strangely.

I don't see my dad much.

Do you,
do you see yours, no?

No, they died.

Just before I was twelve.

Both of them?

Yeah. Yeah, car crash.

Not the most original
of deaths.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm really sorry.

No, thanks,
it was a long time ago.

Yeah, I don't think
that matters.

Well.

I'd like to see you again.

Yeah, okay.

I could stay the night
if you...

How about, actually,
better idea...

Not tonight. Yeah?

No, no.
I would like to s...

No, you...
I would like
to see you again.

you don't need
to explain.
I'm just...

Okay?

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
ADAM: Okay.

Thanks.

(TRAIN COMPARTMENT CLATTERING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Sweetheart,
you came back.

Of course
I came back.

Jesus,
you're sodden.

Come on,
take it all off.

No, I'm,
I'm not taking
my clothes off.

Don't be silly,
it's only me.
Come on, arms up.

I'll put them
in the dryer.

It's just me today.
Is that all right?

Yeah,
of course it is.
Good.

There's so much
I want to know.

I want to
hear everything.

Right, go on.
Upstairs, get changed.

My goodness.
This is so exciting.

(CHUCKLES)

(SNICKERS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

MUM: Suppose nothing's
gonna fit you anymore, is it?

Nope.
(MUM CHUCKLES)

Yeah. Well, I brought you
some of your dad's
things instead.

Okay.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Oh, Look.

Come on,
take these off as well

and I'll put them in
to dry with the rest.

Uh...
(SIGHS)

Oh, will you
take them off, Adam?

Honestly.

(CHUCKLES)

God, look at you.

What?

You were just a boy.

And now you're not.

No.

You look totally different,
but it's still you.

Well, I thought
you'd be hairier.

Like your dad.
(CHUCKLES)

Okay, sorry.

(CHUCKLES)

I like a hairy chest, myself.

(CHUCKLES) Okay.

Christ, you know
who you remind me of?

Uh, who?

You look just like my dad.

Really?

Hmm.

How I remember him anyway,
when I was a little girl.

God, isn't that mad?

It's like seeing you both
at exactly the same time.

(TIMER DINGS)

(GASPS) Oh.

I've made your favorite.

Well, I hope
it's still your favorite.

I'll just go
and pop the kettle on,

and then you can
tell me everything.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

Delicious.

MUM: Good.

Now, your dad
told me not to ask,

and I don't see
a wedding ring,

so I'm presuming
you're not married,

but have you got
a girlfriend?

Hmm?

I'm picturing her
with brown hair,

not too skinny.

Smart, obviously.

Well?

Well, what?

MUM: Do you?

I don't have
a girlfriend. No.

That's a shame.

I don't have a girlfriend
because I'm not into girls,

(CLEARS THROAT)
into women.

What'd you mean?

I mean...

I'm gay.
(CHUCKLES)

As in homosexual?

As in that, yeah.

Really?
Yeah.

Since when?

Uh, since
a long time.

How long?

Forever.

You don't look gay.

Well, I'm not sure
what that means.

It means what it means.
You know what it means.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, bet you're glad

you don't know
the neighbors now.

Hmm. I must admit
I'm a bit surprised.

Not really sure
what I feel about it.

What, you didn't,
didn't think it would
be a possibility?

No, of course not.

What parent
wants to think that
about their child?

No parent
that I know.

Well, I'm very okay
with it, so.

But aren't people
nasty to you?

Um, no, no.

No, things are
different now.

What, so they
aren't nasty?

Not out loud, anyway.

Well, does
everybody know?

I mean, are you
open about it?
I mean...

I don't know,
down the High Street
at WHSmith's?

Well, it depends
on the, on the street.

Yeah. Everybody knows,
everyone's fine.

Well, don't you want to
get married and have kids?

I can have kids.

Men can marry.
Women, too.

What, to each other?

Yeah.
Why?

What do you mean "why"?

Well, isn't that like
having your cake
and eating it?

So, do you want to
get married and have kids?

I don't know.
It wasn't a possibility

for such a long time.

So, I didn't think
it was worth the effort

of wanting to get married
and have kids.

(CHUCKLES)

Huh.

Oh. (MUMBLES)

(WATER RUNNING)

You okay?
Hmm, I'm fine.

Sure?

(EXHALES) I suppose
I never did know
what was going on

in that odd little
head of yours.

You were always
running away.
Do you remember?

Yeah.

There was that time

that you got as far
as the train station,

but then you'd
lost your money

and so you couldn't
buy a ticket.

Do you remember that?

Yes, it was Granny's
five-pound note.

Yeah, that was it.

Where were
you hoping
to go?

Don't know.

London, I guess.

London?

God.

Oh, there was that time
that you got as far as
the bottom of the garden,

but then
you cut your thumb

on an old milk bottle
and you came running back up

all sheepish with blood
all over your shirt,

and you were banging
and banging

on that window
to be let in.
Yeah.

There it is.

Just.

(ADAM SNIFFLES) Hmm.

They say it's a very lonely
kind of life.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

They don't actually
say that anymore.

So, you're
not lonely?

If I am,
it's not because I'm gay.

Not really.

Not really.

Oh, God. And what about
this awful, ghastly disease?

I've seen the adverts
on the, on the news,

and the,
and with the gravestone.

Should I be worried
about that?

No. Jesus.

Everything's different now.

Everything's different.

Well, I guess
I wouldn't know about that.

Your clothes will be dry now.

You should take
these flapjacks with you,
if you want.

I won't be eating them.

(TRAIN WHOOSHING)

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

(SHOES THUDDING ON FLOOR)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

What's wrong?

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

I'm okay.

I just got
a bit of a chill.

Hey, you're hot.

Yeah.

I was just,
I was just...

I just got caught
in the rain.

Okay.

Well, why don't I
run you a hot bath?

My nan says
there's literally nothing

a hot bath
couldn't solve.

I don't really
like baths.

Fuck off.
Who doesn't like baths?

(WATER RUNNING)

You don't need to be shy
around me.

Yes, that's easier
said than done.

(CHUCKLES)

Would you like me
to close my eyes?

Yes, please.
Okay. (CHUCKLES)

Better?

Yeah.
Hmm.

HARRY: Been thinking
about you all week, today.

ADAM: Hmm.

Was thinking about

watching crappy TV with you
on a Friday night.

Eating take-away
on your sofa.

Watching all the episodes
of Top of the Pops

from before I was born.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Yeah. I thought about
something else, too.

Thought about
fucking you.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Or you fuck me.
I don't really care which.

Are you into that?

Yeah.

It's okay if you're not.

We all don't need
to be into fucking.

Well, I wasn't
for the longest time,

for obvious reasons.

Obvious reasons?

I thought that
if I fucked anybody,
I'd die.

It's probably pretty difficult
for you to imagine, isn't it?

A little.

(HARRY MOANING)

(MOANING)

ADAM: Yeah. Come on.

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

You said the other day
you don't see
your dad much.

Yeah.

What about
your mum?

Yeah, same.

How come?

They know
you're queer?

Yeah, course.

Are they okay
with it?
Yeah.

They're okay.

I mean,
they're really old school.

Probably less okay
than everyone's meant to be.

Yeah. But they got used to it,
sort of, it's just,

they don't say too much.

You could say
that I have

drifted to the edge.

Or right up
to the edge, almost.

Over the edge.

What's that mean?

I'm edge of the family.

My sister and her kids,

and my older brother
who just got married,

they've all, they got
this spot in the center.

But it's okay.

Why is it okay?

Because,

I don't go home much.

Does that
make you sad?

Um. No, I think
it's just inevitable, really.

Why?

(CHUCKLING)

Um... (INHALES)

I've always felt like
a stranger in my own family.

And then,

coming out
just puts a name

to that difference
that's always been there.

So, in the end,

it's not really
anyone's fault.

Hmm. What's wrong?

It's funny.

Things are better now.
Course they are,

but doesn't take much to make
you feel the way you felt,

back there again,
skin all raw.

Am I still hot?

Just a little.

You wanna stay the night?

(CHUCKLES)

(TREES RUSTLING)

(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION)

(DOORBELL RINGING)

DAD: Sure she won't be long.

It's okay.

Just wanted
to talk to her.

Yeah, I know you do.

This was
your granddad's
favorite.

I never really
liked it much
at the time,

but it's grown on me.

If you wanna see your mum
really lose her shit,

go ahead and break
that bloody thing.

(I DON'T WANT TO SET
THE WORLD ON FIRE PLAYING)

Come on then, lad.
Sit yourself down.

MAN:
♪ I don't want

♪ To set the world on fire

♪ I just want to start...

Well, she told
you then?

Was scared
you wouldn't come back.

But you know
what your mum's like.

You know,
don't be, don't be
too disappointed in her.

No, I'm not.

Yeah, she just needs

to rearrange
some things in her head,

and all the stories
that she's built up.

Yeah. She'll soon realize
it's not actually about her.

What about you?

What about me?

What do
you think?

Well, I mean,
it was hardly a shock.

I always knew
you were a bit tutti-frutti.

Couldn't throw a ball
for shit,

no matter how many times
I tried to teach you.

Jesus.
Couldn't for shit.

Couldn't do it.

You make me sound
like a horrible cliche.

Well, can you
throw a ball?

Not at all.
Well, there you go.

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

♪ To set the world on fire...

Would you have liked me
to have known?

I don't know.

I would hear you
crying in your room
after school.

Did the boys
bully you, then?

Not just the boys.

What would they do?

Oh, call me a girl,

ignore me,
refuse to play
with me,

stick my head
down the toilet,

flick drawing pins
in my face.

Christ's sake.

Yeah. Well, you know,

kids are little cunts,
aren't they?

(CLEARS THROAT)

♪ And that one desire is you

♪ And I know...

So, why didn't you
come into my room

if you heard me crying?

Why didn't you tell me
what was happening
at school?

You know,
you answer me first.

Be honest.

I just didn't want
to think of you
as the kind of boy

that the other lads
would pick on.

And I knew that
if I was at your school,

I'd probably have
picked on you too.

Yeah, I think I always
probably thought that,
anyway.

Probably why
I didn't tell you

what was happening
to me at school.

♪ Set the world on...

Well...

♪ Fire

(EXHALES)

♪ I just want to start

♪ A flame...♪

(MUSIC STOPS)
You know,
when she told me,

it did make me think
about all the jokes
that we make,

and, you know,
we did impressions

of your English teacher,

when he went around
with his limp wrist.

(CHUCKLES)

You told me
not to cross
my legs,

like a woman
over, and over,
and over again.

Did I?

ADAM: Yeah, I still...

Still think about it
every time
I cross my legs.

I have good memories, too.

DAD: Yeah,
I hope so. Fuck.

I hope so.
I hope you did.
(CHUCKLES)

Remember you used to love
decorating the tree.

(CHUCKLES)

That's...

You were
crazy for it,
every year.

And you'd always
let me, um,

put the fairy
on top of the tree.

The fairy. I did.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(SOBS)

I'm sorry I never
came in your room
when you were crying.

No, really, it's okay.

No, it's not okay,
though, really, is it?

It's not.
Dad. Dad, I get it.

It was, it was so long...

(SOBBING)

(VOICE BREAKS)
It was so long ago. Stop!

(SOBS)

Can I hug you now?

Yeah, please.

(SNIFFLES)

(SNIFFLING)

You're all right, son.

You're all right.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHUCKLES)

ADAM: After this,

I wanna go out.

You,

and me...
(MOANING)

...together...
(CHUCKLING)

...into the world.

(I WANT A DOG BY PET SHOP BOYS
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

MAN:
♪ My dog will bark
at any passers-by

♪ Oh, you can get lonely

♪ I want a dog...♪

What do you
want to drink?
Uh... A pint.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Whoops, sorry.

Sorry.

Ah fuck.
I've missed
this feeling.

I can't hear ya.

Do you dance?

If I'm wasted enough.

Then let's get
wasted enough.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

C'mon.

Yeah.

Where'd you
get this?

Found it
in my wallet.

Fuck knows
how long
it's been there.

(SNIFFS)

(SNIFFS)

I think
that's ketamine.

Really?
Mmm-hmm.

Have you
done it before?

No.

Will you look after me?
I'll do my best.

Okay.
That'll have to do.
Okay.

(DEATH OF A PARTY BY BLUR
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

MAN:
♪ The death of the party

♪ Came as no surprise

♪ Why did we bother

♪ Should have stayed away

♪ Another night

♪ And I thought well well

♪ Go to another party

♪ And hang myself

♪ Gently on the shelf

(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION)

♪ Another night

♪ And I thought well well

♪ Go to another party

♪ And hang myself

♪ Gently on the shelf

♪ Another party

♪ And I thought well well

♪ Go to another party

♪ And hang myself♪

(MUSIC GOES OFF TUNE)
(TEMPO DROPS)

(SCREAMING)

(MUSIC FADES OUT)

(MAN ON TV
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: (ON TV)
...for the next 30 minutes,

some surely good tunes
coming your way.

Like down here, we have

at number four,
The Pet Shop Boys

and You Were
Always on My Mind.

(ALWAYS ON MY MIND
BY PET SHOP BOYS
PLAYING ON TV)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(DAD GRUNTS)
MUM: Adam.

What's wrong?

Oh, you're really hot.

No, he's really hot.

What?

Now, here you go.

Come on.

Squeeze in,
squeeze in,
squeeze in.

MAN:
♪ Little things
I should have said and done

♪ I never took the time

♪ You were always on my mind

♪ You were always on my mind

♪ Maybe I didn't hold you

♪ All those lonely,
lonely times

♪ And I guess I never told you

♪ I'm so happy
that you're mine

♪ If I made you feel
second best

♪ I'm so sorry I was blind

♪ You were always on my mind

♪ You were always on my mind

BOTH:
♪ Tell me

♪ Tell me that your sweet love
hasn't died

♪ Give me

♪ One more chance
to keep you satisfied

♪ Satisfied

(DAD VOCALIZING)

Okay, get together.

Yeah. Yeah. Are you ready?
I'm gonna press it.

Okay, it's going.

All right, we have to be quick
'cause it goes off in a sec.

It's about
10 seconds.

Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

Here we go!
Merry Christmas.
(CHUCKLES)

Merry Christmas!
Go...

MAN:
♪ You were
always on my mind

♪ Tell me♪

(MUSIC SLOWS DOWN,
GOES OFF TUNE)

Is this real?

MUM: Does it
feel real?

Yeah.

There you go, then.

ADAM: For how long,
though?

I can't answer that.

I suppose we don't get
to decide when it's over.

ADAM: You're not
going out now,
are you?

MUM: (ECHOES)
Where would we go?

The Walsh's.

MUM: The Walsh's?

The Walsh's.

ADAM: No, no. Wait.

Promise me you're not
gonna go out now.

I promise.

We're just gonna be
asleep next door.

Promise. (ECHOES)

All right?

Get some sleep.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

No.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

MUM: What is it,
sweetheart?

I can't sleep.

Well, do you
wanna get in?

Can I?
'Course, you can.

(DAD GRUNTS)

Still smells
the same
in here.

You'd creep in here
night after night,

saying you
couldn't sleep.

You're always scared
of something.

Murderers
breaking in,
or rabies,

or nuclear war.

Do people
still get rabies?

No.
Oh!

I was desperate
for you to grow up

just so I could get
a good night's sleep.

(CLOCK TICKING)

Sorry.

What are you
sorry for?

I'm the sorry one.

I should've relished
you driving me bananas.

Where did you go?

You know,
afterwards.

I lived with Granny.

She took me to Dublin.

Yeah, I thought so.

Why didn't you live
with his lot?

Why didn't you live
with Granny May?

They said she was
too heartbroken.

About what?

Well, she'd lost
her son.

Oh, I see.
But my mother
was fine

about losing
her only daughter?

No, no.

She was not fine.

I just can't believe

that she got to
look after you
and I didn't.

Are any of them
still around now?

No.

Guess they
wouldn't be,
would they?

And how did you
get on over there
with Mum?

Did you manage
to fit in better
at school?

I made sure I did.

I hate that
we weren't around

when you
needed us most,
sweetheart.

And I hate even more

that I wasn't there
before that,
not really.

No, that's not true.

Come on. Well, I was hardly
Mother of the Year, was I?

But I like
to think that

I would've got
better at it in time.

You know,
given time.

You know,
when I was a teenager,

or even later,
into my twenties,

I used to
plot it all out.

What'd you mean?

What we might've
done together

in intricate detail.
Trips to the Whitgift Centre

birthdays,

trips to London,

The Planetarium,
the London Dungeon.

Oh, I always wanted
to go there.

(CHUCKLES)

I know.
(CHUCKLES)

There were holidays

that we might've
gone on together.

Did we make it
to Disneyland?

We did.

When I was 14.

It rained nonstop.
Oh!

And they shut down
Space Mountain.

And we fought
every day.

Why did we
have to fight?

Because that's
what everyone did
with their parents.

They fought
and bickered

and pretended that
they were ruining
each other's lives.

Did we make up?

No, we didn't need
to make up.

We were together,

so,

so it didn't matter.

You okay?

(SOBS) No.
DAD: You're okay, son.

You're okay.

What are you
doing here?

You're not supposed
to be here.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(GRAVEL CRUNCHING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(PHONE RINGING)

(GASPS)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
ON PA)

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

(COUGHING)

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

(SCREAMING)

ADAM: Mum? Mum?

(YELLS)
(HARRY SHUSHING)

(ADAM BREATHING HEAVILY)

You're okay.

You're okay.

(ADAM SOBBING)

What day...
What day is it?
Sunday.

Why is it...

How come... How...
Why is it still Sunday?

You kept
screaming out
for your parents

over and over again
in the club.

And then,

I didn't know
what to do
so I just,

took you back here
and lay with you
till you fell asleep.

(ADAM BREATHING HEAVILY)

You looked
so scared.

I am.

Hey, come here.
Come here.

Hey, come here.

(SHUSHING)
(ADAM GROANING)

I'm here.
It's okay.

(ADAM CRYING)

(ADAM CONTINUES CRYING)

You're okay.

ADAM: I was sleeping
in their bed

the night they went out.

I was meant to go
with them.

To Christmas drinks
at the Walsh's.

Around midnight, um...

Two police came to the door.
A man and a woman.

He had really beautiful,
kind eyes,

and this thick, dark stubble.

Looked like
it had been drawn on.

The car skidded
on black ice. (SIGHS)

Both of them
had been drinking.

Dad was killed right away,
but they took Mum to, uh,

Saint Mary's in Croydon,
and she died
a few days later.

Did you get
to see her?

What'd you mean?
To say goodbye?

Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

No.

My granny thought
it would be
too scarring.

(SNIFFLES)

Mum went through
the windscreen

and she lost an eye,

so she was
pretty fucked up.

Jesus.

Yeah.

I went looking
for that eye.

I don't know why.
Didn't want anyone else
to find it.

Thought it would be
on the side of the road.

(CHUCKLING)

Staring up at me.
"Hi." (CHUCKLES)

I did find
a tiny piece

of the windscreen
glass, though.

In my head,
it had blood on it,

but maybe
that's not true.

The nurse said
that Mum woke up

just before she died.

She must've been
so confused.
Can't hardly see and...

Dad wasn't there,
I wasn't there.

I can't even begin
to imagine how you felt.

How lonely
you must've been.

Yeah, but, like,
I'd always felt lonely,

even before.

This was a new feeling.

Like...

a terror,

that I'd always be alone now.

And then, as I got older,
that feeling just,

just solidified.

Just a...

Just a knot here all the time.

And then losing them,

it just got tangled up
with all the other stuff,

about being gay,

and just feeling, like,

the future doesn't matter.

Does that
make sense?

Yeah.

Mmm-hmm.

I know how easy it can be
to stop caring about yourself.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Adam.

Will you come with me?

(CHUCKLES)

Where to?

Just let me show you.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Whose house
is this?

My parents'.

Yeah.
Who lives
here now?

It's okay.
Don't worry.

Hello?

Adam.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

ADAM: Hello?

Where are they?
Who?

ADAM: Hello?

HARRY: Who?

ADAM:
My parents.

This is our house.
This is our kitchen.

This is our wallpaper.
That's our table

where we had
fish and chips
every Friday night,

so my mother
could pretend

we were still
Catholic.

Adam I want to go home.
Let me take you home.

This is my home.
No, it used to be.

It's not anymore.
Adam!
Mum?

Dad?
Adam, listen.

Let me
take you home.

You go home!

You go home.
I'm not going.

Where are they?

Where are they?

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Mum?

Adam, stop it.
Dad?

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

Can you see them?

Let me in.

Please.

Please let me in.

Please let me in.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

DAD: He has to stop now.

He has to get on
with his life.

He can't keep
coming here.

We're not allowing him
to get on with his life.

MUM: I think
we are helping him.

DAD: No, we're not.
It's not normal.

It's not...
Why didn't you let us in?

Where is he?
Is he here?
Is Harry here?

MUM: No.

We did see him, though.

But I wanted you
to meet him.

I know,
but I don't think
this works like that.

Looked like
a handsome fellow,
though.

Is he your
special friend?

Do you mean
my boyfriend?

Is he my boyfriend?
You can say it.

Okay.
Well, is he
your boyfriend?

Um...
Uh, I don't know.

Are you
in love
with him?

(CHUCKLES)

Why is that
so strange?

I don't know,
I've never been
in love before, so...

Not really.

So, this...

I don't know
if this is it.

MUM: Sweetheart.

Well,

he certainly seems
to care about you
a whole heap,

in my not so
humble opinion.

Do you think
you'd like to be
in love with him?

Yeah?

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Son, I think we...
No.

Don't say it.

Please don't say it.
No, we have to.

We have to.

Um...

Me and your mum,

we think that it's best
you don't come
visit us anymore.

All right.

You're just gonna
keep coming and coming,
I know you are.

And we can see
what this is
doing to you.

It's not doing
anything to me.

Yes, it is.

It won't let you
move on.

Okay, well,
I'll come less.

I'll come once a year.
I'll come at Christmas.

Come on, lad, we...

You have to
have known

that this wasn't
gonna last forever.

I'm not asking
for it to last
forever.

I'm just...

It hasn't been
long enough.

Hasn't been close
to long enough.

I know, but it never
could be, could it?

Hey, listen.

I've got
an idea.

How's about...

How's about
we go to your
favorite place

in the whole
bloody world,
huh?

I'm sure
it's still open.

It's the next
best thing
to Disneyland.

It's fucking
cheaper too.

(LAUGHING)

What do you think?

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

( IF I COULD SEE THE WORLD
(THROUGH THE EYES
OF A CHILD) PLAYING)

WOMAN:
♪ If I could see the world

♪ Through the eyes of a child

♪ What a wonderful world♪

♪ This would be♪

♪ There'd be no trouble...♪

ADAM: Uh, can I get
the "family special", please?

SERVER:
That's a lot of food.

That's okay.

Not really
very hungry.

No, me neither.
No.

Hey, I wanna
ask you something.

God, no, don't ask.
No, no,
I'm gonna ask him.

Was it quick?
Oh, Jesus.

I told you not to ask.
You're the...
You wanna know.

Yeah, but what if
it was slow and
horribly painful?

Yeah,
but what difference
does it make?

It makes
a big difference.

It was quick.

Was it?
Yeah.

For both of us?

Mmm-hmm.

MUM: No, you don't
seem sure.

Don't be
fibbing now.

It was quick.

It was really quick.

Well, okay.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah,
but that's a relief,
isn't it? Of sorts.

It's been playing
on my mind,
that has.

What do you think
we should say

to each other?
(CHUCKLES)

Not sure I have
much wisdom
to share.

I don't know, maybe,
Adam being older,

should be sharing
some with us.

Maybe we shouldn't
say anything.

Maybe.

Although,
I will say that

getting to know you
has made us
very proud, son.

I haven't done anything
to be proud of.

I've just muddled through.
No, but you got through.

Some tough times,
I'm sure,

and you're
still here.

That's what
we're proud of.

Yeah.

Dad?

Hmm?

Stay. Stay.
Stay a bit longer.

No, I don't
think so, son.

MUM: Love you,
darling.

You do?

Sometimes,
I wasn't so sure.

Whatever problems
we had,

I'm glad we got to be
together at the end.

Me too.

Now, I...

I know I was
never good
at saying it.

I just couldn't
get the words out.

I do love you
very much.

Somehow, even more,
now that I know you.

It's important
that you believe me.

I do.

(VOICE BREAKS)
And I love you very much.

Dad?

(PATTING ON HAND)

Dad, did...
Dad, did you
hear that?

MUM: (SOBS)
Oh, Adam, are you there?

I can't see you.
Why can't I
see you?

I'm here, Mum.

MUM: Oh,
there you are.

I can feel you.

Skin's lovely and warm.

Now, you listen.

You promise me

that you're gonna try
with this Harry boy.

Yeah.

I'd have liked him.
I know it.

He might need
a bit of taking care of,
mind you.

He's got such a sad face.

Do you hear me?
Yeah.

Yeah, I hear you.

That's good.

I hope you make each other
a bit happier.

Such a kind and gentle boy.

SERVER: Enjoy.
Thank you.

(EXHALES)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(BEEPS)

(TV STATIC BUZZING)

(BUZZING STOPS)

(DRIPPING)

Harry?

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(COUGHING)

(DOOR RATTLES, OPENS)

What are you doing
down here?

I came to find you.

Why are you here?

I... I said goodbye to them,
so I came to see you.

(EXHALES)

(GROANS)

It's okay.
It's not okay,
though, is it?

I was so scared that night.
I just needed to not be alone.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I was too scared

to let you in.

I'm in there,
aren't I?

Let's just
go upstairs.
No, no, no.

I just need you
to tell me, okay?

Because I can smell it.
I can...

taste it in my throat.

(EXHALES)

How come
no one found me?

Where was my mum
and my dad?

I found you...
(VOICE BREAKS) I know,

but I... Adam,
I don't want you

to see me like that
in there. It's...

You're not in there.
You're not in there.

You're not in there.

You're here.

You're here.

You're here.

With me.

Let's just
go upstairs.

(CHUCKLES)

I saw her,
you know.

Your mum.

Your dad, too,
at the house.

They saw you, too.

They did?

Mmm-hmm.

My dad says you're
a handsome fellow.

(HARRY CHUCKLING)

Hmm.

ADAM: They'd have
loved you.

They both would.

That's good.

Did you get to say
what you wanted to say?

I don't know,
but I got to be with them.

It's good that
you were all together.

Yeah.

I'm scared.

I know.

But I'm here
with you.

HARRY: Don't let this
get tangled up again.

Okay, come on.

Okay.

(GRUNTING)

(EXHALES)

It's so quiet.

Never could stand
how quiet this place was.

Will you put a record on?

What would
you like?
You choose.

(THE POWER OF LOVE PLAYING)

"I'll protect you
from the hooded claw."

"Keep the vampires
from your door."

MAN:
♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay

♪ Feels like fire

♪ I'm so in love with you

♪ Dreams are like angels

♪ They keep bad at bay,
bad at bay

♪ Love is the light

♪ Scaring darkness away, yeah

♪ I'm so in love with you

♪ Purge the soul

♪ Make love your goal

♪ The power of love

♪ A force from above

♪ Cleaning my soul

♪ Flame on, burn desire

♪ Love with tongues of fire

♪ Purge the soul

♪ Make love your goal

♪ I'll protect you
from the hooded claw

♪ Keep the vampires
from your door

♪ When the chips are down
I'll be around

♪ With my undying,
death-defying love for you

♪ Envy will hurt itself

♪ Let yourself be beautiful

♪ Sparkling love, flowers
And pearls and pretty girls

♪ Love is like an energy

♪ Rushin' an' rushin'
inside of me, eh

♪ The power of love

♪ A force from above

♪ Cleaning my soul

♪ Flame on, burn desire

♪ Love with tongues of fire

♪ Purge the soul

♪ Make love your goal

♪ This time we go sublime

♪ Lovers entwine,
divine, divine

♪ Love is danger,
love is pleasure

♪ Love is pure,
the only treasure

♪ I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul

♪ Make love your goal

♪ The power of love

♪ A force from above

♪ Cleaning my soul

♪ The power of love

♪ A force from above

♪ A sky-scraping dove

♪ Flame on, burn desire

♪ Love with tongues of fire

♪ Purge the soul

♪ Make love your goal

♪ I'll protect you
from the hooded claw

♪ Keep the vampires
from your door♪