All language subtitles for A Night Like This (2025)

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(Lukas gasping)

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(people chattering)

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(bell ringing)
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(door creaking)

♪ I can see it in your eyes ♪

- Hi.

Hi.

Can I have a pint, please?

(vocalist singing indistinctly)

Oh, I haven't got my wallet, mate.

Is that gonna be a...

Oh, no, come.

- [Bartender] Sorry. Can't.

- What do you mean, you can't?

- [Bartender] Can't you
just pay off your phone.

- With you lot.

You've heard about that Russian
cybersecurity going around.

You haven't, right?

Come here.

Now, they can get into your phone, right?

Track your movements.

Drain your bank account

like that.
(fingers snapping)

It's fucking serious, mate.

And it's Christmas, mate.

And you can't be a dick
at Christmas, can you?

It's not Christian.

- [Bartender] Sorry mate. I'm not allowed.

(hand thwacking)

- Shit. (groans)

Right, ow, you are on my list.

How'd you like that.

Hello, mate.

You wouldn't?

Would you buy me a...

- Can I buy you a drink?

- Yeah.

- No, I can't.

- Can't.

Thank you.
(hand thwacking)

- What the heck are you doing?

- Ah, mate. I know.

Just bear with, a bit strange.

You, sir, owe this poor sir a pint

to apologize for my awful behavior.

And I'll have this one.

You know, waste not,
want not and all that.

And, you know, well, (indistinct).

What do we say?

I don't know either.

Wait.

- Geez. What a dick.

Sorry, mate.

I'll grab you another.

- It's fine.

- [Bartender] Oh.

- I was leaving anyway.

- All right.

Merry Christmas.

(horn blaring)

(engines rumbling)

(Lukas gasping)
(horn blaring)

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(phone clicking)

(brakes squealing)

(water babbling)

(bus whooshing)
(engine rumbling)

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(feet clacking)

- Hello, mate.

Hi.

- What do you want now?

- Nothing. No, no.

I just...

I vomited over there,

and the smell of the vomit is
making me want to vomit again.

You know?

And I'm worried that
the smell of that vomit

is gonna make me wanna vomit again.

That's gonna keep going
until I eventually die.

Right. Look.

I can see things clearly now,

and I just want to apologize.

- It's fine. I don't care.

- Yeah.

A bit of a bad day and
I took it out on you,

which is a dick move, but...

- Yeah. But we all have rough days.

- True.

But...

(zip buzzing)

Let me make it up to you.

Oh, shit.

- So you found your wallet?

- [Oliver] Huh?

- You found your wallet?

Oh yeah, yeah.

No, that was all a ploy, mate.

- You don't look like someone
who needs to beg for a pint.

- No, exactly.

Right. Listen to this, right?

Other day, walking along the High Street,

right, on the High Street,
there's a bookshop.

In the shop, there's a book.

Book's called "How to
Become Rich by Begging."

You know?

I think usual bollocks, probably dribble,

but it gets me thinking, right?

Take my parents, for example.

They are rich.

I mean, they're like wealthy
they're so rich, you know?

But everywhere they go,

they always want to
get something for free,

which is ridiculous, you know?

It's like giving laxative to someone

with diarrhea, you know what I mean?

And then it gets me thinking,

"Isn't theirs just a
twisted form of begging?"

- But if your parents are already rich,

how do you become rich by begging?

- I said I saw a book, mate.

Not that I read it.

Thank you.

- Are you a musician
or something? (laughs)

- Me? this?

No, no, no, no.

Not nearly cocky enough to think

that anyone would actually listen,

apart from these good people on the bus

who can't go anywhere.

Hello.

Dad did teach me though,
but he left when I was six.

Married some buxom cunt who's
much, much younger than me

and enjoys acting like
my mum, which is fun.

Hate her and him since then.

I do own a little club though.

- Oh, wow.

That's cool.

- Yeah, yeah. Delirium.

It's some underground shit I
opened with my mum's money.

The thing is, everyone thinks
it's like this childish whim

to sort of spite my tight-ass
family, you know, piss around,

piss money up the wall and
fuck any possible pretty shit

that I find.

It's not saying it's
necessarily untrue, you know,

but it's my business.

Just no one takes me seriously.

And you know, I am sort

of drowning in 2.3 million
pounds worth of debt,

so I can't even blame them, really.

Ah, that's enough.

Do you ever just wish you were

made for something more, something bigger?

- Um.

Yeah, I mean, doesn't everyone?

- Yeah.

What do you do, then?

- Who, me?
- Yeah.

- Oh, I'm an actor.

- That's amazing. That's amazing.

What have I seen you in?

- Probably things you wouldn't watch.

- No porn, then.

Sorry.

Joke. Joke.

That's a joke.

Theater or films?

- I don't know, I just,
kind of, like being anyone

but myself, really.

- I've got an idea.

Right.

Where are you getting off?

- I think the next one.

- Okay.

Do you wanna keep doing this?

- Keep doing what?

- Talking.

I owe you a drink, don't I?

- I-

- I do.

I do owe you a pint.

Now listen, I'm going through some stuff,

and no offense, it looks like
you're going through it too.

And I own a place not far from here.

It's dark, dingy.

It's great.

Well, it's not great.

But, you know, chicks love it.

And, you know, you can go there to,

I don't know, seal the deal.

- I'm gay, by the way.

- That's cool, man.

No, no. That's cool.

That's cool. That's cool.

Men probably love it too.

I do.

Look, drinking on my own

was getting pretty depressive, okay?

- Don't you have any friends of your own?

- No.

You?

- I think I've grown up enough to deal

with my own shit by myself.

- Look, I'm kind of scared
of being on my own tonight.

Well, not that.

I owe you a drink, right?

A nice apology pint and then,
you know, you can piss off.

- I'm not much of a talker.

- Well, I'm not really a listener.

Is that a yes?

That's a yes.

Perfect.

Right.

Couple of stops we'll be there.

(upbeat jazz music)

- Thanks.

You should drink some water.

- Mm-mm.

You should never mix your drinks.

It's bad for your liver.

(Oliver groans)

So, where are you?

What are you?

Sorry.

Detect a bit of an accent.

So I was wondering if...

- Yeah, no, I'm from Germany,

but I've lived here for four years now.

- Sweet.

Sweet.

Sorry.

Do you like Merkel?

Merkel. Do you like Merkel?

(Lukas spitting)

- Is that what you want to talk about?

- Well, yeah, no, I mean, you
know, tough cookie, right?

Tough old nut in a good way.

Like, you know, just
had that bad reputation.

- Bad reputation? Her?

What about you guys?

Did you vote for Brexit, Mr. Reputable?

- Fucking ow.

See, this is the problem, right?

Look, we just wanted to be
masters of our own thing, right?

We didn't know about the implications.

No one fucking does.

They still don't, they
can't sort it out, right?

And now, you know, you all see us like

we are the fucking bad guys.

Backstabbers, fucking Nazis or something.

Sorry, no offense.

- Okay.

Why did you say no offense?

The fact I'm German doesn't-

- No, I mean, I didn't mean...

I know, I know, I know, I know.

Just, right, let's.

(person imitating gunshot)

Right. Forget that.

I'm trying to break the ice

a little bit and I think I'm struggling.

Sorry.

- Sorry.

I'm sure it's hard to be alone

with a gay guy from Nazi land.

- Come on.

Like, you don't even seem gay.

- Oh, great. Thanks.

You neither.

- (scoffs) What you mean?

- I mean...

- No, honestly, what do you mean?

- I was just joking, relax.

I'm sure you meant it as a compliment,

but it's not like it's
a skill or a talent.

- See, that's me, right?

If life's an orchestra,

then I'm the guy playing
the bongo. (laughs)

- Okay.

We agreed on one pint, no offense.

(phone buzzing)

- Yes.

- Beer is a carbonated beverage

and it loses it carbonation over time,

which in turn loses its flavor.

And reason why I'm a quick drinker.

So if there is something you want to say.

- Uh, wow,

Now you speak German.

No, I just need to sort something, okay?

- Wait, where are you going?

- Nowhere, just the bathroom.

No, it's my brother.

I need to sort something out

and just slow down on
the whole carbonation.

Okay?

(person coughing)

(door thudding)

(Oliver gasping)

(phone clacking)

(door creaking)

(packet rustling)

(Oliver snorting)

Fuck.

(Oliver exhaling)

- You took your time.

- My dad died.

- Shit.

Oh, I am sorry.

- Spare me the whole
fucking shabang, mate.

You know, it's a week ago.

I don't give a shit.

I don't give a shit.

Which is a lie, obviously.

I do give a shit.

The thing is, right, is
that I spent my whole life

trying to prove that son of a bitch wrong.

And he dies thinking that I'm worth what?

Fucking nothing. You know?

And now it's too late.

He's gone

Fucking game over.

- Well, that should ease
the pressure at least.

Well, my parents aren't
dead, but they're far away.

I thank God they are far away.

Save myself the humiliation.

I can lie to them and tell them
that I'm living a good life.

- Are you?

- I am.

But where should I start?

My bank card has just been rejected

and I can't pay for the
box from where I live.

In a month's time, I'll
be homeless anyway.

What else?

My acting career is at nothing.

And at the ripe old age
of 29, I am making coffees

and cleaning stinky toilets.

And I started that today,

so I can't even claim
some kind of expertise,

So...

(lips rumbling)

- Shit.

So what, you giving up an acting or what?

- No, no.

I had an audition yesterday
and they offered me a deal.

- Well, that's fucking great.

I mean, what are you
complaining about then?

You know, this stuff never
fucking happens to me.

You know?

Like, I thought that inheriting

my dad's money after, you know,

would mean that I could save my club.

But guess what?

He left it all to his last bitch.

So...

- I'm sure you'll find a way too.

- Yeah, maybe.

What if you need to do something
bad to get what you want?

- All I know is we are
both behind schedule,

so, I guess, whatever it takes.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Do you want another beer?

(hand thwacking)

- Does that pope shit in the Vatican?

Yes, he does.

Thanks.

Same again.

(person coughing)

- I was so scared.

I got the lines right, but
a teacher came over to me

and says that she could not
hear shit from her seat.

I cried so bad.

- (laughs) So sorry, mate.

- I hardly finished the play.

They recorded it.

I've never watched it

because I guess I'm still
terrified of how bad I was.

It's like that tape is living proof

I have no talent. (laughs)

- Why do you like acting so much, then?

- That's a good question.

(laughs) I don't fucking know.

(Oliver laughing)

Okay, I think it's because
when you are a character

in a story, you get to live in the world

where it has a structured,
beginning, middle, and end.

Every line means something.

Real life has no meaning.

- Okay. I lied.

I know, I know.

Dick move, but, right.

This is the truth, okay?

Honest truth.

I always wanted to play music,
country music to be exact.

It's just that I don't think
I'm particularly gifted.

And, you know, my family see me

as like the laughing
stock anyway, you know?

And, like, people see
me as, like, this lazy,

privileged fuck up.

And I don't really want 'em
to see me as a joke as well.

You know what I mean?

- And yet what I see there is a guitar.

- I know, mate.

I know, I know.

Ridiculous.

- And there's an empty stage now.

- (laughs) I'm not doing that.

- Oh, come on.

That band's never coming back.

- No, you just wanna
take the piss out of me.

I'm not fucking doing that.

- They'll be happy to have a volunteer.

- No.

(Oliver sighing)

(Lukas laughing)

(laughs) Fuck's sake.
(hands thwacking)

Ah, just stretch.

(audience applauding)

- Don't worry.

We will find you another stage.

- Who's we?

(Oliver and Lukas laughing)

(somber music)

♪ I looked at my hand bleeding ♪

♪ From trying to keep ♪

- You know.

Ever since my dad.
(singer singing indistinctly)

I can't get this song out of my head.

It's "Forever Young" Bob Dylan.

He taught me it.

I was really young. I don't
remember him teaching me it,

except that, you know,
he told me that he did.

Anyway, as a result, it feels like

I've always sort of known it, you know,

like, it's a part of me.

Like...

Like it feels like it
should have some meaning

or like, I should have put
some more meaning on it.

You know?

Or like, it's a part
of me, you know, like,

it's, like, maybe I should
have done something with it.

Maybe it's my destiny.

(Lukas laughing)

- No, no, no, no.

It's called apophenia.

- Exactly.

- You have no idea what...

- I don't know what that meant.

No, no, please explain. (laughs)

- Okay.

It's when we have the tendency

to perceive some deeper meaning

or connection between unrelated things.

We all look for signs and
we all want to believe

that the bad things happen for a reason

and that at some point, all
of our suffering will pay off.

The truth of the matter is,
there is no big picture.

There is no pattern, no faith,
no such thing as meaning.

Just fortunate and unfortunate people.

- You are a nerd.

(Lukas laughing)

Like no, you are a fucking nerd, actually.

- I'm sorry. It sounded very depressing.

- Yes, very depressing.

Too depressing, in fact.

But, you know, I mean,

you do have quite a smile
for a depressing guy.

Sorry.

It seems like you don't know that.

So I thought I should tell you.

- Maybe (indistinct).

I think we should go now.

- Yeah.
- It's been a long day.

- Sure.

Yeah. No.

That's...

That was fun, right?

Right?

That was good.

Good fun.

- I'm leaving now.

- Are you seriously leaving?

- I am seriously leaving.

- Right.

Okay.

That's fine. That's fine.

But can I just show you something first?

I will not murder you.

That is a promise.

But after that, you can, you
know, bugger off or whatever.

Yes?

(bright music)

Sweet, right, this way.

Onwards.

- Where the hell are we going?

- Don't worry about that.

Do you know about Ferdinand of Naples?

- Should I?

- Yes, you absolutely should.

It's a story my mum used

to tell me when I was little, right?

So, Ferdinand of Naples
was like this ruler.

Not a very good one as it turned out.

Anyway, one day he's out
at sea on like an excursion

collecting gold or trolls or whatever.

Anyway.

Soon, word arrives of a
rebellion in his land.

So he spins his ship around,
heads on back home, right?

Gets there.

And he orders his men to fire cannons

upon the rebels to intimidate them.

His men don't.

Do you know why?

They haven't got any canons.

- Is that it?

Is there no bottom line.

- Bottom...

Were you fucking not listening?

Don't show off if you
haven't got what it takes.

- And your mother told you this story.

- Well.

Yeah.

Now, I'm never going to
play music in my life.

And that's fine.

And I'm over that.

That's done. Whatever.

But I need to know,

and I kind of need someone to tell me

if they think I would've
had what it takes.

Okay?

So don't laugh.

Okay.

(guitar chiming)

Ah. Sorry.

Cold.

(fingers snapping)

Okay. Okay.

(guitar chiming)

Fuck.

Fuck.

Sorry.

This is stupid.

Fucking stupid.

Fuck.

Fuck.

(hands clapping)

I can't do it.

And maybe you're right, you know?

maybe life does have no meaning

and I am just a very dumb geezer.

But I don't know.

Right?

Like, I think that the only reason

that you can see the big picture in films

is because you can see the end, right?

Like, in real life,

you have no idea how
your story is gonna end.

So how can you say that it
lacks meaning, you know?

Like, take this moment,
you and me right now here.

This could be another meaningless moment.

(somber music)

But I don't know.

I don't know.

Like, who knows?

Maybe one day, we'll look
back at these moments

and it will be right there in front of us.

But we just couldn't see it yet.

- I don't like what's going on here.

- Why?

What's going on here?

- Come on.

- No, what's going on here?

Honestly. Tell me.

Please, please tell me.

You can't.

No, tell me.

Tell me.

I like talking to you, mate.

- I like talking to you too.

- All right?

So why do you want to leave, then?

Hey?

- Okay.

Okay.

I have an idea.

It's a dumb idea.

- Perfect.

- I read this study once, okay.

And this guy basically says

that human beings must spend
at least 200 hours together

to establish a real bond.

It doesn't matter how
powerful their connection is

'cause it's all biodegradable
within this range.

- Biodegradable?

- Shut up.

Okay. I know.

But if this is true,

then we could consider these
200 hours as like a safe zone.

When two strangers come together,

they'll be themselves
completely without holding back

'cause there are no strings attached.

They'll never see each other again.

Bit like a one night stand
just without the sex.

- Like a sort of mental fuck.

- I wouldn't put it that way.

More like a free therapy session.

(engine rumbling)

- 200 hours is a very
long therapy session.

It's also a very long fuck.

- Agreed.

So I suggest 8:00 AM.

- what happens at 8:00 AM?

- I start my shift.

- Your shift?

What?

Barista at a coffee shop.

You've got a deal on the table.

- I haven't signed it yet.

I have to decide by tomorrow morning.

- And whats to decide.

- So, 8:00 AM, is that a yes?

- Yeah, all right?

Yeah. Sweet.

That sounds good.

I do have a small request first.

I'm starving.

(oil sizzling)

(cheerful music)

- [Lukas] All right, so
where do you want to go now?

- I don't know.

But we got to go.

(vocalist singing indistinctly)

- Is that another quote?

- Yeah.

Jack Kerouac, "On the Road."

- Wow.

Trying to impress me now.

- No, I'm not trying to impress you.

I've read a book.

One.

We're like Jack Kerouac and Neil Cassidy,

two lost souls on a
desperate search for meaning.

- I'm not in search for meaning.

- Wrong.

You just think it doesn't exist,

which is different, right?

- Didn't he die of a hemorrhage
caused by heavy drinking.

- Yeah.

Whatever, wanker.

How do you even know that?

Like, anyway, look, by
the end of tonight, right?

We need to find meaning in our
sad, desperate, little lives.

- Speak for yourself.

- What, is that such a mad thing?

- The only people for me
are the mad ones who burn,

burn, exploding like
spiders across the stars.

- You read it?

- No, I was just trying to impress you.

I know the quote.

- Right?
♪ Released it to stars ♪

(engine rumbling)

Thank you.

♪ Oh, released it to stars ♪

♪ (indistinct) stars ♪

(wings fluttering)

- Okay.

Name one person who
believed life had meaning

who didn't turn out to be depressed,

angry, hateful, murderous.

- Okay, okay, okay.

That's not even just, right.

Hold this.

Thank you.

Now, look at that.

Old pound coin.

Now, night my father died,
I went to this place.

It's like my special place
that I go to be alone.

Strum a few notes, that kind of thing.

So whatever.

Anyway, this particular night I go there

and there's a really heavy fog.

It's quite late, no one around.

And I sit down, I start to play,

and I get lost in it.

You know, just me, my guitar,
my own thoughts, whatever.

But all of a sudden, bang,

this is thrown into my guitar case.

And I'm like, "What?"

So I'm there looking at it in a trance.

When I look up, it's too late.

All I see is the figure of a man

disappear into the fog like a ghost.

I know.

apaconic.

- Apophenia.

- Yeah. Exactly.

Whatever.

- It's a great story.

But life plays these
tricks on us sometimes.

Just imagine life as a
dodgy retail business.

- Love it.

Elaborate, please.

- Example, you want to
be happy with someone.

Life puts a price on it.

And that's the unbearable pain

of losing this someone at some point

because you either mess things up

or this person dies eventually.

Unless you die first.

- (smacks lips) Right?

- But there's a catch.

Sometimes life sells
you the package so well

that you invest in the package

'cause it looks like it's a done deal

and then you get nothing for your time.

- I have a question.

Who broke your heart?

- No one.

- No, please, just tell
me, who broke your heart?

- No one.
- No, honestly.

- No.

- Honestly, honestly. Just...

- I don't do boyfriends.

I tried, okay?

But now it's just me.

Me and my disposable moments of fun.

And it's okay.

I love it.

I play sports socially without the worry

of winning a competition.

I do a million things with
random people I owe nothing to.

I go on the app and hook up with people

without the burden of
whatever happens next.

And I'm happy with that.

Believe it or not.

Can you stop looking at me like this?

- Like what?

No, I'm not looking at you like anything.

You should know, though.

You do talk quite a lot when
you're nervous and it's...

Come on. I know where to go next.

This way.

- Okay.

- Well, hurry up.

Hurry up.

I wanna get across town.

I wanna show you this place.

- Wait. What?

You want to go ghost hunting now?

Are you serious?

- Okay.

What if that figure

that I was talking about
was actually my dad?

- Great.
- Do I mean that?

- So you're serious.

We might as go great white
hunting while we're are at it.

That would be fun.

- [Oliver] What a grand boy.

- Man, come on.

It's "Tremors."

By the way, I went to this
eighties movie marathon

the other day at the Prince
Charles and it was great.

Don't you think everyone in the eighties

dropped acid and made movies.

It was inventive, creative.

- Wait, wait, wait.

Shush, shush, shush.

I know that it's nonsense.

Like, objectively, I know that it's crazy,

the idea that your loved
ones are watching you

from, like, above, right?

It's like, "Where?

How?"

Like, do they watch you
when you're wanking?

When you're shitting,
and all the other stuff

that you do in private on your own.

- If you want to do
something in life, do it.

You don't have to wait for life

to give you a sign or your dad's ghost

to say he's okay with it.

Do it.

- How? How?

- Southern Monday's at Moonshine.

The biggest country music salon.

It's on tonight.

- I don't know, mate.

Saloon sounds like it's
taking the fucking piss.

- It's not even far.

They have a stage, you can
play, and it's your crowd.

(Oliver laughing)

- By the way, I did two
years business management,

my parents' choice.

I hated it.

But maybe we could go there
and gather some info on,

I don't know, how to open a music club.

You can play your music.

- Oh, yeah.

I can see my mom's reaction now.

Do you want to see me working
as a seamstress, Oliver.

I love my club.

I'm not gonna give it up.

- But do you really, though?

Or are you just pissing around
to fuck any possible chick

and all the other mature
things you said before?

Is that what you want?

Men in the window like a
prostitute in Amsterdam?

- Did you just call me a slut.

- Come on, look at them.

They're the best pieces on the market

and all they want is the
whole world to wank them off.

But if you step back

and look at them from another perspective,

what you'll see is a bunch of sad wankers.

- Right?

I only do press-ups in
the morning, I swear.

- Like Christian Bale
in "American Psycho."

- Exactly.

Yeah same bod.

- If that's the path you
want, then congratulations.

(Oliver laughing)

Come on.

It's a full chicken house at 1:00 AM.

(Oliver laughing)

(Oliver imitating a chicken clucking)

What are you doing?

- All right.

I've got a challenge for you too.

You've gotta fight back.

You clearly just endure
these kinds of men.

- Yeah, well, sorry.

I was bullied for pretty
much all of my teenage years.

- Exactly.

Exactly, right.

You act like you can't
do anything about it.

Like, it's your fucking
existential condition.

Fuck it.

Do to them what they do to you.

Come on.

(Lukas imitating a chicken clucking)

(Oliver and Lukas laughing)

Hey, you got the grubble's attention.

That's it.

(Oliver imitating a chicken clucking)

Oh.

- I think we should go now.
- Yeah.

Oh yeah. No, he's.

(indistinct)

He's coming.

- [Lukas] No, I think we should go now.

- We saw you sucking
a cock in there, mate.

Hope it wasn't too salty, fuck.

(laughs) He was absolutely furious.

(Oliver imitating a chicken clucking)

Shh, shh, shh.

(Oliver and Lukas panting)

What?

- Nothing.

Your breath smells of alcohol.

- That's fair enough.

I just realized that I don't
actually know your name.

I'm Oliver.

- I'm Lukas.

- Ah, the force is strong with you, Luke.

- No, man.

I hate Star Wars.

It's sci-fi for dummies.

And it's Lukas.

No one calls me Luke.

I hate it.

- Shh.

(feet pattering)

- [Daniel] Hiya, lads.

I saw them going that way.

You two silky bollocks can come out now.

- [Oliver] Cheers, mate.

- Wait. Seriously?

I just saved your ass.

- What? That was a joke.

- Yeah, what do you
want, money or something?

- He'll just use it for drugs.

- Fuck you.

- Whoa. Wait, (indistinct).

Why don't we...

We'll take him with us.

- Excuse me. What?

- Yeah, we'll take him
to the saloon thing.

He can have some food in there.

It's Christmas.

- Fine by me.

- Can we not justify every bullshit thing

with, "It's Christmas"?

I hate it when people do this.

- Fine. Absolutely valid.

But is that a yes?

(bright music)

Sweet.

- So I legged it from Liverpool.

Now I've just gotta
survive till I turn 16.

- You're 15?

- Yeah.

- That's fucking...

What happens at 16?

- I can live on my own, bro.

I don't wanna go back into the system.

Get some other parents.

I fucking hate parents.

- Yeah.

Who fucking needs 'em?

- All I wanna do, yeah, is be on my own.

I just wanna drink bevvies,

play footy, shag some pussy.

(Oliver and Daniel laughing)

Do whatever the fuck I want with my life.

- Yeah. Right.

Sounds great, doesn't it, Luke?

- Yeah.

I think we're here.

- Lighter.

- They don't look very busy.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ I'm running up to that mountain top ♪

♪ I'm screaming why ♪

♪ Now I know what the young lovers meant ♪

♪ When they begged the sun not to rise ♪

♪ Feels like we're building
ice sculptures in July ♪

♪ Something beautiful ♪

♪ A victim of time ♪

♪ If you show up in my hometown ♪

♪ Tell me to get in the car ♪

♪ I will have to say no ♪

(vocalist singing indistinctly)

- This fella here wants to sing.

- This fella can just fuck off.

- Hi. Good evening, sir.

He just wants to play one song.

Promise.

- Yeah.

Ebenezer here wants me to sing.

He enjoys humiliating me.

So...
(Oliver groans)

- Just one song, please.

- Now, why would I let him do that?

- Well, because it's Christmas.

- Next Monday, they'll be building

one of these stupid fancy cafes here.

Everyone will be happy

and no one will give a fuck about us.

Let me and this place die in peace.

- Any hope?

- What makes you think I could?

(scoffs) He won't even let
his daughter have a life

'cause she's doomed to
look after his grumpy ass.

Look, only Jesus could
make him change his mind.

And believe me, I wish you were Jesus.

It would make my relationship
with him a lot less pathetic.

- Well, you know, I could
do some magic sometimes too.

- Yeah.

Well, why don't you start by getting

the fuck out of here, then?

- That's fair enough. Yeah.

- Should we go somewhere else then?

- [Oliver] Yeah.

- [Lukas] Let's go.

- Hold on.

♪ Someday I (indistinct) ♪

(vocalist singing indistinctly)

Did you find it, your West Virginia?

- (laughs) The fuck you talking about?

- Well, it's John Denver, right?

"Take Me Home, Country Roads."

Taffy Nivert and Bill
Danoff wrote the song

for John Denver in 1971.

It's about West Virginia,
but they wrote it on the way

to Maryland for a reunion.

None of them had actually
been to West Virginia.

It wasn't real.

An idea.

You know?

Like a place to which you belong,

which keeps calling your name.

Look, we're not dicks.

I mean, they're not.

I can't speak for the kid actually.

- [Daniel] Oi.

- Ah, cheers.

We're looking for our West Virginia

and we found you along the road.

♪ Maybe someday I will
see you (indistinct) ♪

- Emma.

♪ See you (indistinct) ♪

Get the bourbon.

(Emma sighing)

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

- And I am the nerd?

(audience applauding)
(audience cheering)

(audience whistling)

(indistinct)

- Hi.

So, thanks for joining us tonight, folks.

As you know, tonight is our last night.

- Okay, game on.

Are you ready?

- What if I don't have talent?

- What?

- Ferdinand of Naples.

- It's the stupidest
story I've ever heard.

Okay, shut up.

And go for it. Go Oliver.

- Please welcome this young talent

who will hopefully give this

place the end it deserves.

(Emma and audience clapping)

- Come on.

(Oliver sighing)

That's...
(guitar chiming)

Sorry.

(fingers snapping)

- Come on, you dirt bag.

- Yeah. All right.

Oh, sorry.

Actually.

Look, I want to say something first.

I probably won't do this again.

Despite it being what I
love, what I want to do.

And I could blame so many things.

The truth is I'm weak.

But, you know, I wanna say,

what the fuck is wrong with that?

You know?

I mean, since you're kids,

you're measured by numbers, reports,

and grades and salaries.

They say you have to be something.

You have to be someone.

You have to be the best.

And you can't be weak or fragile.

You have to be smart and strong.

And you have to fight

if you wanna achieve
anything in this life.

And I'm like, "Wait a minute.

What the fuck?

Why?

Who says I need to achieve
anything in the first place?"

You know?

"Why can't I just be me?"

I'm trying to be me for a night

and I'm so brainwashed that
it's fucking terrifying.

So I'm just happy I'm not alone.

(melancholic music)

♪ I made a song in my heart ♪

♪ Locked it away ♪

♪ Set it apart ♪

♪ Built all these walls up around ♪

♪ And waited for you ♪

♪ To tumble them down ♪

♪ Now I'm all out at sea ♪

♪ With these dark clouds over me ♪

♪ And your love is the one thing ♪

♪ That I need ♪

♪ Sing me to sleep ♪

♪ Feed me a lie ♪

♪ Feed a dream here ♪

♪ Hanging from the night ♪

♪ Read me a story ♪

♪ It's all right ♪

♪ Meet me in fairytales and lullabies ♪

♪ Sing to me ♪

♪ Make everything right ♪

♪ Meet me in fairytales and lullabies ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I'm all out at sea ♪

♪ With these dark clouds over me ♪

♪ And your love is the
one thing that I need ♪

♪ Sing me to sleep ♪

♪ Feed me a lie ♪

♪ Feed me a dream here ♪

♪ Hanging from the night ♪

♪ Tell me a story ♪

♪ It's all right ♪

♪ Meet me in fairytales and lullabies ♪

♪ Sing to me ♪

♪ Make everything right ♪

♪ Meet me in fairytales and lullabies ♪

♪ Oh ♪

(audience applauding)

(audience cheering)

(audience whistling)

(melancholic music)

- Ah.
- Ah.

- Ow, when you're 16.

- Fuck you.

- You let me s smoke a bloody
bifta just a few minutes ago.

- But I was a different man then, want I?

Before my performance?

Can I have my fucking
cigarettes back, please?

Thank you.

(hands clapping)

And lighter. Lovely.

- Don't want some sodding water.

- I know, I know, but, you
know, if you're not gonna drink,

then wash up.

Stinky (indistinct).

- Oi.
(people laughing)

- Hey.

You happy son?

- Honestly, I have never felt like this.

- Well, that's the problem
with you young people.

You want to show everyone you're happy.

You don't even try to be happy.

- Ignore him, please.

- No, no.

You know what?

He's bloody right.

He's right.

Look at this, right.

I could show you I'm bloody rich.

Right?

Look at that.

Truth is, skinned, mate.

The nightclub scene has lost around what,

200 million the last five years?

But no one gives a flying fuck.

You know, people do socials

to pretend that they're
actually experiencing something.

They're making a connection.

But we're just numbing ourselves.

- Wow.

The truth is, you have too much freedom.

It turns you into an
insecure bunch of pricks

with no where to go.

- Exactly.

- And I guess that is
all our thoughts as well.

Maybe we have no where to go

because there is no where to go.

There is a chance that
we are the last breath

of the human race because
of the fucked-up world

you pricks created.

And now we are left figuring out

what a million years
of evolution were for.

Oh, but maybe you can tell us.

Hmm?

So why don't you tell us, wise man,

what was it all for?

- Luke, what the fuck?

- I don't know.

- Yeah, I thought so.

- I'll tell you something though.

My wife, she had these pure, gentle eyes

constantly wide open towards
this chaos we're living in.

And unlike you and me,
she never questioned it.

She just lived this chaos
with all the tenacity

and beauty of a flickering
flash of light in an ocean

of silent darkness.

She was pure joy.

And then one morning, a
day just like any other,

I woke up and she was
gone right beside me.

And I remember thinking,
"What was it all for?"

I mean, she died.

Now this place has died.

I'll be next.

And yes, all that joy, that pain,

and all that hard work
will be for nothing.

It'll be like I never existed.

But maybe it'll mean something to her

because all you can do eventually, son,

is give yourself to someone else.

And so we'll live forever.

Like a flickering spark of light

for someone else's darkness.

- To love.

- To love.
- To love.

(glasses clinking)

(glasses clacking)

(hands thudding)

Keep it going.

That's the one.

Perfect.

♪ While goin' the road to
sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo ♪

♪ While goin' the road to
sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo ♪

♪ While goin' the road to sweet Athy ♪

♪ A stick in me hand
and a drop in me eye ♪

♪ A doleful damsel I heard cry, ♪

♪ Johnny I hardly knew ye. ♪

♪ With your guns and drums ♪
♪ With your guns and drums ♪

♪ And drums and guns, ♪
♪ And drums and guns, ♪

♪ Hurroo, hurroo ♪
♪ Hurroo, hurroo ♪

♪ With your guns and drums ♪
♪ With your guns and drums ♪

♪ And drums and guns, ♪
♪ And drums and guns, ♪

♪ Hurroo, hurroo ♪
♪ Hurroo, hurroo ♪

(melancholic music)

- Thank you for tonight.

Haven't seen dad like that in ages.

- So you don't want to come with us.

- What, and look for West Virginia?

Can wait for another night.

- I thought you were tired of
dealing with his grumpy ass.

- I could ask you the same thing.

Although we're talking
about a very different ass.

But...

- I met him just a few hours ago.

- And yet, I think he really wants

to help you find your West Virginia.

- I know where I'm going.

He just needed someone
to give him a chance.

- Who's got my wallet?

That little prick stole my wallet.

(melancholic music)

- Maybe he still does.

- Luke.

(hand thwacking)

Ow.

Luke, he's got my wallet.

Fuck.

- Can I say something?

- Please.

(lighter clacking)

- I don't know if meaning exists,

but I definitely think
calm resisting. (laughs)

- You know what?

You know what, actually,

what you said back there is right.

We should stop having children.

It's a fucking travesty.

There's too many.

We're fucked.

- That is not exactly what I said.

- Well, that's pretty much what you said.

(lighter clacking)

- Come here. Come.

Jesus.

(lighter clacking)

You know, it's statistically proven

that smokers have a
tendency to self-destruct.

- Really?

You know, I've often thought
about the dinosaurs, right?

Now, if someone had told them

that a big, old asteroid was
gonna be hitting the Earth

and decimate their whole species,

would they have tried to save themselves?

I think no.

I think they would've gone,

"Absolutely fuck that.

I'm off."

- I feel like I've been avoiding
asteroids my whole life.

What the fuck are you doing?

Are you praying?

- Yeah. Yes.

I'm praying for an asteroid
not to decimate me.

I only pray when I need help.

- Which is not very religious.

It's just very convenient.

- You've never asked for help?

- Well, the last time I did, I met a guy.

(people clamoring)

- What the fuck is going on?

- Do you want to check it out?

Maybe they saw a ghost too.

(Oliver laughing)

(melancholic music)

- So what happened with this guy then?

- I really thought he was the one.

We took things slowly

and then we decided to have
our first night together.

I mean, just sleeping next to each other.

After that, he just ghosted me.

And then after months of toxic stalking,

he finally revealed why he dumped me.

- Why?

- Because I snore.

Yeah.

- [Oliver] Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

He seriously dumped you 'cause you snore.

- Yup.

That's why I don't pray
to God or anyone anymore.

(rain pattering)

I do sometimes still ask why.

Want to go in?

Escape reality?

I'll escape this fucking rain.

♪ This is the sound of my heart ♪

♪ The sound of my heart ♪

(people laughing)

- What is this, like some kind of cult?

- No, it's like one of
those places where they,

you can't hear the music unless you listen

to on the headphones.

It's weird.

- Then why are we whispering? (laughs)

- That's such a good point. (laughs)

- Which one of you crack whores
wants to give me a blowjob.

- [Lukas] Shh.

- (laughs) See.

The world's gone quieter.

But if you scream, no one hears you.

Come on, then.

(partygoers cheering)

- Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry (indistinct).

Thank you.

I just, I don't get people, mate.

Right.

They give up on you the
first imperfections.

And it's just too much pressure, mate.

And that's just, like,

the first stage of intimacy, you know?

- Are there other stages?

- Yes. I'm glad you asked.

Now everyone sees intimacy, right,

as this big, like, philosophical question.

(partygoers cheering)

But it's not.

Do you know what true intimacy is?

When you can take a shit
with the other person

right next to you.

I'm serious. I serious.

Right?

So, this time I was staying

at this chick's house, right?

This small studio flat.

And I just, I couldn't
find a moment, right?

I was terrified to.

I was so bloated.

I felt like I was giving birth to twins.

I didn't.

It's when you can take a
shit, no matter the smell,

the farts or the smell of those farts.

That is true intimacy.

- I still believe that
it was an excuse though.

He knew I wanted something
serious, but he didn't.

He made me believe it until he had fun.

(partygoer cheering)

So, do you want to
embrace reality, Oliver?

- (laughs) What? This shit?

No, I'm not gonna do this.

This isn't clubbing.

This isn't even a club.

Even try and call it a club.

They just started this to
deal with noise complaints.

Then it became a thing.

(laughs) You really wants to?

(Oliver groaning)

(upbeat music)

♪ You're pulling me closer ♪

♪ Now I'm falling under ♪

♪ Lost in the moment holding each other ♪

♪ I touch your mouth, your lips ♪

♪ We both know what this is ♪

♪ Come a little closer ♪

♪ Take me over ♪

- I think we can go now.

♪ You're pulling me closer ♪

♪ Now I'm falling under ♪

♪ Lost in the moment holding each other ♪

♪ I touch your mouth, your lips ♪

♪ We both know what this is ♪

♪ Come a little closer ♪

♪ Take me over ♪

What does that sign mean?

I keep bumping into them.

- Take courage.

It's just wordplay, I think.

John Courage is like the owner

of a big brewery or something.

- That's all.

I thought it was
something more meaningful.

- Yeah.

Well, nothing means anything
till it does, right?

- Look, I need to ask you, have you ever,

you know, you know what I mean?

I just feel like maybe we should

talk about the elephant in the room.

- Elephant.

I don't see an elephant.

I see a great big fucking blue whale.

(Oliver and Lukas laughing)

- It's fine. Seriously.

I'm not a child.

I don't romanticize things anymore.

Before, I would be so desperate

that I would meet someone and, bang,

I would picture a happy future with them

in my head, like, immediately.

Or if I dated some closeted, in my head,

he would just come up with
some big, epic speech.

'Cause what I'm saying is that it's okay

if you feel like pushing me away.

- It's not fine.

Of course it's not fine.

It's wrong.

It's cruel.

- Yeah.

But this isn't real though, is it?

You only being yourself
because you know at 8:00 AM

we both got back to our lives.

It's okay.

It means this experiment worked.

- Then come home with me.

- What?

- I'm serious.

I'm serious.

Come home with me.

Fuck it.

Fuck the rules, Luke.

Fuck whatever happens next.

Let's give it a shot.

You and me.

- Listen, I'm not in the mood to have sex.

- What? Whoa.

Where's this coming...

I don't want to...
(Lukas laughing)

I wasn't even thinking about sex.

No, I was, you know, I
thought that maybe, you know,

we could watch "Tremors" together.

(Oliver laughing)

Would that be okay?

Watch tremors.

Like the whole saga.

Like one to 2 million or whatever.

- Only the first two are good.

- Okay.

Well, first two it is then.

Is that a yes?

Sweet.

Sweet.

Although I should probably let you know.

I wasn't gonna tell you.

But...

Apparently I snore.

(hand thwacking)
(Oliver laughing)

I know.

And I didn't know until
this chick recorded me.

And honestly, it was philharmonic.

Mental.
(Lukas laughing)

(Oliver laughing)

(melancholic music)

♪ Give me a little more light ♪

♪ 'Cause this world is
weighing heavy on my mind ♪

♪ I just need to get through the night ♪

♪ So hold me up a little while ♪

♪ Oh, I just need a little more light ♪

You that cold?
- Yeah.

- Honestly?

Right, here. Hold that.

Put that on.

- Thanks.

(phone buzzing)

- Oh.

Do you want anything?

I'm just gonna, yeah.

(door clacking)
(bell chiming)

(pensive music)

Hey, you're not cold?

I just need to make a stop first.

(bright music)

- Where are we going?

- Yeah, I just need to sort something out

just for the club thing.

And then go home, right?

You look knackered.

- Look, I need to ask you...

- Yeah. Look.

Can we just not...

Look.

I'll be right back, okay.

And then, you know,

we'll just, I'll be like two seconds.

All right?

Would you hold that? Yeah?

Okay.

Just stay here. Yeah.

(engine rumbling)

(dog barking)

(engine rumbling)

(Oliver shouting indistinctly)

Should we go?

Thanks.

- [Lukas] Was that your girlfriend?

(siren howling)

- No, it wasn't.

Look, I told you to stay here.

- She seemed upset.

- Yeah. Well, no doubt.

I woke her up 4:00 in the morning.

Can we go?

- I don't know.

I kind of think you
should have mentioned it.

- Why should I?

I don't owe you anything.

Okay?

I don't owe you an explanation.

Okay?

I don't owe you fucking shit.

- Well, you kind of do.

- Why? What for?

- 'Cause you just invited me over.

And before that, when we first
met, you said you might have

to do something bad to get what you want.

So, yeah, I think maybe
we should talk about it.

- Okay.

Fine. Yeah.

(people chattering)

Look, all I ever wanted in
my life was to be something.

And I fucked that up.

And when I found out my dad
was gonna leave me nothing,

I thought that I was done.

One of my friends owns another club

and he works with these
people who help venues,

which, you know,

are behind on rents or
start making a profit or...

Anyway, for a fee,

they bring in their staff to do security

and deal.

(microwave beeping)

And I agreed to let minors in

so that I could make money off of them.

That woman that you saw me with,

that's my dad's wife.

Widow, I guess.

She came to my house this
morning offering me money.

And I was so fucked up that I snapped.

And I said to her, I said one
day I was gonna prove to her

and everyone I'll be the fucking man.

And then I went out and I
beat the shit out of a tree.

(person coughing)

- I never nailed that audition.

I failed it.

My first shift today was a mess.

I couldn't do anything right.

They yelled at me and
I spilled this big cup

of boiling water on my hand.

And I got this burn.

So I was sent home.

That's when I got this call.

There was this big agent
at my last audition.

He said that he wanted to talk to me.

I didn't even blink.

It was like all the pieces
were finally coming together.

I believed it, Oliver.

Like you said, I did.

I believed it was a sign.

- Sign from who?

What did he want from you?

- He said that he could open doors for me

that I never could, that
he could make me someone.

Aren't you tired of
being invisible, Oliver?

- Did he hurt you, Luke?

- I agreed to that.

He asked.

I was jumping off a bridge
before I met you, Oliver.

Now I feel like I can't bear it.

You know, eventually
he'll grow tired of me.

- Listen to me, Luke.

Yesterday I got fucked up out of my brain

largely because I didn't
wanna wake up again.

(microwave beeping)

I'm unstable, Luke.

I haven't got the guts
to jump off a bridge.

- Shall we go?

(engine rumbling)

- Maybe you were right.

Maybe it's a bad idea.

Let's stick to the plan.

(door thudding)

- Come here, you little prick.

- Whoa, whoa.

- What the fuck are you doing?

- This little prick just
tried to steal my wallet.

The fucking scumbag.

- [Oliver] He's just a kid, man.

- He's no kid.

He's a fucking thief.

- What the hell's going on?

- I'm getting the shit kicked
outta me by this dickhead.

- Oh, hang on.

What? You all know each other?

- Yeah.

He's-
- He's our cousin.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

What's his name, then?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, wait, wait, wait.

Let's just calm down, okay?

Now listen, you're upset and that's fine.

And you're drunk and that's fine too.

But look, it's all good, right?

You got your wallet back, right?

And you've broken his nose.

He's learnt his lesson.

So how about you just, you let...

- Daniel.

- Danny boy go?

Yeah?

- Look, he is better off dead.

He's useless.

See, we pay for shits like him.

- They're just unfortunate people, man.

- And then there's foreigners.

And then they come to my country
and tell me how to behave?

- Do you know Ferdinand of Naples?

- [Speaker] No fucking clue.

- Well, let me tell you about him.

He was a ruler, a king,
an Italian king, I think.

- Yeah, in Naples.

Can we go?
- Anyway.

He was sailing through his kingdom

when rumors spread of a revolution.

So on his return, he ordered
his men to fire the cannons

to announce his arrival,
to scare those people.

But the soldiers don't do it.

And when he asked them, "Why?"

They say, "Well, we have no cannons."

- I mean, what the fuck
are you going on about?

- It means he didn't have what it takes.

And even Ferdinand of Naples

in his expensive shiny armor.

Huh?

When you really look at him,

all you see is a sodding dead weight.

(fist thwacking)
(person groaning)

- Jesus, Luke, what are you doing?

- [Daniel] Shit.

- Thought you told me to
stop enduring these people.

- I didn't mean that.

Christ.

Jesus Christ.

- We should go.

- Fucking go.

(person groaning)

Danny, stop it, idiot.

Give me my wallet back as well.

(laughs) That was amazing.

(Danny groaning)

(Oliver and Lukas laughing)

- Well, fuck you.

- Put it back in.

- I think she got to me brain.

- I didn't realize you had one.

- I hate you.

- (laughs) No you don't.

No you don't.

Otherwise you wouldn't be
following us, would you?

- I wasn't.

- So it's a coincidence
we found you then, was it?

- Whatever.

Look, I'll let them check
on me, but then I'm gone.

- Why?

They're going to help you.

- I don't want help, you gobshite.

They'll put me back in the fucking system.

I want to be on my own.

(intercom beeping)

(indistinct)

Why didn't you teach me how to play?

I could earn a living busking.

- You'd need a lot of practice

- (laughs) And a license and talent.

- You're a poof, aren't you?

- What does that mean?

- A faggot.

I need to know in case
I need to watch me ass.

- Luke, wait.

(hand thwacking)

(people chattering)

You okay?

- Yeah, it's fine.

- You sure?

- Yeah. What?

You think? I can't handle this stupid kid?

- Little bit. Yeah.

I guess.

- You know, he only
wants you for your money,

probably to buy some drugs.

Funny thing.

He doesn't know he can
get it straight from you.

And I wonder when they find
him dead on the street,

if you had any part.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Yeah, me too.

I'll be back in a minute.

- Wait, Luke.

Fuck.

(guitar chiming)

- Can you fucking stop?

You'll break it.

Do you actually want to learn?

- Yeah.

(pensive music)

(water babbling)

(Lukas panting)

(melancholic music)

- Did you find him?

- No.

He's gone.

- Well, just call him then.

- I haven't got his fucking number.

- Look, I think my nose is fine.

Should we just cut this shit and get out?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

(engine rumbling)

- So you don't have his number.

You don't know where he lives.

You don't where he works.

- I told you I met him tonight.

Luke.

- Hey, bender.

- And cut that shit out.

- It was just a joke.

- I don't give a fuck if it was, okay.

You know nothing about him.

Clear?

Luke.
- Sorry.

What is this place

- I was gonna take Luke to see.

Silly really.

I don't know.

Means quite a lot to me.

Used to come here and
play guitar as a kid.

- I'm surprised you're still alive.

(Oliver laughing)

- Yeah, there was definitely
some booky moments.

Used to sneak out and not
tell anyone I was coming.

- And do what?

- Yeah, all sorts.

Start fires.

Gaze at the stars.

Play a few chords.

Be on my own.

Maybe some people are
better off on their own.

- I've got to go, lad.

I need to find my West Virginia, yeah?

But if I could give you a bit of advice,

go out there and find him.

I think sometimes people think
they're better off alone,

but maybe they just run away and hide

because they need someone to find them.

And when you do find him,
tell him I'm sorry, yeah?

I was a dick. (laughs)

I guess.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Very astute.

And if I can give you one piece of advice,

if you ever find yourself stuck

or at a loose end or whatever, here.

Delirium.

That's my club, all right?

Well, it's a club right now.

Might be something else someday.

Ah, actually, I'll take those back.

- I'm a man now. (laughs)

You're something.

- What's this?

- It's apophenia or something.

Keep it.

Could be anything you want, mate.

Also.

Spend it wisely.

(melancholic music)

All right.

All right.

- I'll see you around, lad.

(hand thwacking)

(siren howling)

(horn blaring)

(siren howling)

(engine rumbling)

(siren howling)

(engine rumbling)

(window squeaking)

(window squeaking)

(sirens howling)

(feet pattering)

- [Oliver] I wouldn't.

- How did you?

What are you doing here?

- What the fuck are you doing here?

- I was just thinking,

- Okay, would you mind taking a couple

of steps back from the edge, please?

- Why don't you just
leave me the fuck alone?

This is just some game for you, isn't it?

A fun little experiment.

Some people can't support games, Oliver.

They were right, you know?

You are lucky you were born and rich

'cause no matter what happens to you,

you will always land on your feet.

- What?

What?

What?

Listen to me.

Look at me. Look at me.

Luke.

If you need to hate me,
then that's fine, mate.

Fucking fine. Whatever.

But do you really think it's about money.

Do you?

Sure, it helps, of course it fucking does.

But if you think at the end of the day

I would be any less broken

or lost or fucking
scared, then you're wrong.

Am I so different from you?

Am I?

Because the way I see it, we're
all pretty fucking similar.

Every fucking one of us.
Pretty fucking similar.

But we all need fucking therapists

because we don't know how to
talk to each other anymore.

We chase things we made up

'cause it all feels so much
fucking bigger than us.

I used to go clubbing because I needed

to be part of something,

something real, something
fucking tangible.

Because all of it is bullshit.

This, everything, it's fucking bullshit.

But this isn't bullshit.

You and me, right here, right now.

So no, you don't get to walk away from me.

Not until 8:00 AM and not

because you need to fucking hate me, okay?

Fuck.

- I never said I hated you.

(Lukas sobbing)

- Then you're full of
fucking bullshit, aren't you?

(Lukas sobbing)

You're unbelievable. (sobs)

(water babbling)

(melancholic music)

- What?

- Over there.

It's where I work.

- Oh.

(lips smacking)

(melancholic music)

(lips smacking)

- Do you think maybe we could, you know?

- I don't think it's a good idea.

You're not alone, Lukas.

Sometimes it feels like
we are, but we're not.

And if you reach out,

I'm sure someone much less stupid than me

will grab your hand.

Don't shut yourself down.

Okay?

Okay?

(lips smacking)

- Okay.

Good luck, Oliver.

- Good luck, Lukas.

Okay.

(melancholic music)

(Lukas sighing)

(switch clicking)

(board clacking)

(phone popping)

(phone clicking)

(phone popping)

(fist knocking)

- You know, I was walking home earlier

and everything started spinning.

You know when, like, you stand up

and the universe feels like

it's fluttering around you.

- Like a hangover?

- Yes, but no.

Suddenly, I have this thought.

The universe is endless.

And I'm there thinking, "Okay, how?"

You know?

Nothing can be endless, right?

It's impossible.

Like, they say the universe is expanding.

Okay?

Fine, I'll buy it.

How?

What?

Where?

You know?

Like, if something is expanding,

then the universe has to have
something to expand into.

Do you know what I mean?

- [Lukas] Mm-hm.

Just remind me of this conversation

the next time you want to get wasted.

- And then I had another thought.

It's the same with the
birth of the universe.

Well, think about it, right?

Like, what created the universe?

The big bang, right?

Okay?

What created the big bang?

Let's say it's two atoms.

I mean, I don't really
know the science behind it.

I'm not sure anyone really does.

Let's say it's two atoms, bang together.

(Oliver imitating explosion)

The big bang, right? Fine.

What created the two atoms

and what created what
created the two atoms?

Do you see where I'm going with it?

Right?
(Lukas laughing)

You can drone on about it for ages.

It's impossible.

You could never know.

It's too big. It's inconceivable.

- And what's your conclusion?

- My conclusion is that
we are a fucking miracle.

And it's frightening. You know?

It's terrifying.

We are such a tiny fraction of space

and time in this giant fucking nonsense.

And we wander around trying
to give meaning to it all.

When, in fact, maybe it's
the other way around.

Maybe it's life that gives meaning to us.

- I have to get back to work.

- Are you joking?

I just gave you a damn good speech.

And what, you want to get back to work?

That's crazy.

That's literally everyone
on Earth, isn't it?

Someone talking found
a beautiful sentiment,

meaning of life, and all they can say is,

"I have to get back to work."

You have all of your (indistinct).

♪ Standing on the edge ♪
(Oliver speaking indistinctly)

♪ Rain cries down ♪

♪ There is silver waters ♪

♪ In the waves I wanna drown ♪

♪ Smoke rises (indistinct) ♪

♪ Drinks spilling on the floor ♪

♪ In the night lights are flickering ♪

♪ From a bus full of words ♪

♪ All of our words ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm chasing you
on a winter's night ♪

♪ Knowing my coat doesn't
warm me up this time ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm crossing
these crows by your side ♪

♪ I didn't expect we'd
make it to sunrise ♪

♪ Dancing in the silence ♪

♪ The world has gone quiet ♪

♪ In the dark, we can be innocent ♪

♪ So why don't we try it ♪

♪ There's no meaning if
we don't roll the dice ♪

♪ Life is already fleeting ♪

♪ So why don't we try ♪

♪ So why don't we try ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm chasing you
on a winter's night ♪

♪ Knowing my coat doesn't
warm me up this time ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm crossing
these crows by your side ♪

♪ I didn't expect we'd
make it to sunrise ♪

♪ I strive ♪

♪ I strive ♪

♪ I strive ♪

♪ I strive ♪

♪ I strive ♪

♪ To find ♪

♪ To find ♪

♪ To find ♪

♪ To find ♪

♪ To find ♪

♪ The look in your eyes ♪

♪ Your eyes ♪

♪ Your eyes ♪

♪ Your eyes ♪

♪ Your eyes ♪

♪ And see ♪

♪ We'd make it to sunrise ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm chasing you
on a winter's night ♪

♪ Knowing my coat doesn't
warm me up this time ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm crossing ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm crossing ♪

♪ These crows by your side ♪
♪ These crows by your side ♪

♪ I didn't expect ♪
♪ I didn't expect ♪

♪ We'd make it till sunrise ♪
♪ We'd make it till sunrise ♪

♪ Cause I'm chasing you ♪
♪ Cause I'm chasing you ♪

♪ On a winter's night ♪
♪ On a winter's night ♪

♪ Chasing you on a winter's night ♪

♪ Knowing my coat ♪
♪ Knowing my coat ♪

♪ Doesn't warm me up this time ♪
♪ Doesn't warm me up this time ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm crossing
these crows by your side ♪

♪ I didn't expect ♪
♪ I didn't expect ♪

♪ We'd make it till sunrise ♪
♪ We'd make it till sunrise ♪

(serene music)