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(gentle suspenseful music)

New house, new life.

New us, eh?

You're staying in Meadowlands,

it's the safest place on Earth.

Why is it so safe, eh?

I want to get out of here.

You can't. Do you understand?

There is here and out there.

And out there, nothing good can happen, do you get me?

Mark Brogan, age 17, high functioning autism,

post-traumatic stress disorder,

and he hasn't spoken for four months.

Oi!

You, upstairs, now.

You stay the fuck away from my daughter, do you understand?

If she is old enough to bleed,

then she is old enough to butcher.

(Man) Okay! To me!

Watch it! Watch it!

(boot crunching) (Jack gasps)

Zoe's a nice girl, control yourself.

Hi.

I love you.

All of them, they're just like us.

They're all on witness protection.

It's a nightmare.

My whole life is a fucking nightmare!

The way people look at me. Like I'm below them.

I'll tell you what?

All these fuckers, these normal decent people,

they need me!

'Cause they know how worthless they really are

and the only way that they can feel like

they're worth anything is to look down on me like I'm scum!

Now, it's happening here.

It's happening again. And you told me it'd be different.

You promised that!

A new start.

Look at this!

Does this look like a fucking new start to you?

I want out.

(gentle mysterious music)

You go. Tonight.

Be ready by midnight.

And you tell no one what's happening.

(tense music)

(door clicking)

(gasps) Oh.

Oh.

(Evelyn) Morning, Zoe?

Morning, Mum.

Morning, Markie.

Morning, Mum.

(Danny) Oh. Yeah, I'm up.

(Evelyn shushing) I'm up.

It's fine. It's fine.

Go back to bed.

(Danny) Hm.

Mmm!

(both chuckling)

(Evelyn) Wait.

Do we really need this?

Excuse me. I am still pre-menopausal you know.

There's nothing wrong with a game

of Russian roulette every now and again.

Yeah, right, maybe five, 10 years ago but-

Come on.

You're only 39.

Shut up and make love to me.

(gentle music)

(both groaning) (both panting)

Come on, don't you want a little baby?

Why babies all of a sudden?

Don't know, a new start and all that.

Think of it this way,

I love you,

and you love me, so why not, eh?

I mean, Mark and Zoe are sorted, aren't they?

Or they will be.

New start, all that, I'll be around.

Be different. (shower pattering)

It'd be really good.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Baby?

(Evelyn laughing)

The fucking shower.

Better get Jack Donnelly in. (laughs)

Come here.

(door clunking)

(Evelyn) Abigail?

(door clunking)

Come in.

(door clunking) (gentle suspenseful music)

Hey.

What can I do for you, Mrs. Brogan?

There's mud coming out of our shower.

(Jack) Oh.

Okay.

(upbeat pop music)

I got this really cheap online.

But it's such a cool shade.

(Zoe) It's cool. It's got a Mustique-at-dusk vibe.

God, you're really pretty, Mark.

A rolling stone gathers no moss.

Amazing. He talks.

It's all crap.

But he talks.

Thanks to you, Jezebel.

I just love bringing light and happiness

to the little people like you and your family.

Couldn't sleep last night.

'Cause you were drunk and barfing?

No.

'Cause I was, you know, wondering about everyone.

What did they all do?

In their past? Like, you and your mum.

Zo!

If we're gonna be friends, you don't ask about mine,

I don't ask about yours, okay?

Curiosity killed the cat.

Killed the cat. Meow. (exhales)

(Jack) All right, it's your lucky day.

I'll have it done by midnight.

(mud squelching)

What are we gonna do for water till then, eh?

Rain dance?

What do you suppose Jack Donnelly did?

Con man?

Jewel thief?

Gigolo?

Let's find out.

Zoe.

(dor barking)

What?

Listen,

Zoe. Yeah, Zoe.

Look, I think I learnt my lesson but you know so.

I'm as good as gold now.

I just wanna say...

I wanna say, thank you.

(dramatic music)

I said...

I just said thank you.

For saving my life.

(tense music)

Yeah. Fuckin' twat.

Oi!

Hey!

(truck horn blaring) (truck engine roaring)

(truck brakes hissing)

(tense music continues)

(Mark sniffing)

Jack Donnelly. Destabilizing influence.

His bruises suggest you're the destabilizing influence.

Call this a verbal restraining order, Bernard.

I want you to stay away from Donnelly.

No contact whatsoever.

Now get back to toytown and behave.

(Zoe) You found a crack yet?

(Jack) Go play with your dolls.

Oh.

Don't be like that, all trades.

I'm only after a bit of social intercourse.

Fuck.

Did my dad do that?

What do you care?

Actually, I do care about you.

Who you are.

Who you were?

(Zoe gasps)

(Zoe panting) (tense music)

Leave me alone.

(David sucking lips)

(door knocking)

(door clunking)

Hi.

Morning.

I thought I'd invite the Brogans over to dinner tonight.

Why don't I do it?

What do you think of the Brogans?

Evelyn, the wife. What do you think of her?

Oh, seems nice.

I think she's a bitch.

Well, if that's what you think then,

she probably is a- I'm joking.

(laughing) She's lovely.

Why do you always agree with me, David?

Because you're sweet and true

and I don't believe in confrontation.

(angle grinder whirring)

(flames crackling)

(Mark coughing)

(explosion blasts)

(firemen chattering)

(Mark coughing) (police radio chattering)

Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie! Eddie!

(gentle brooding music)

(siren blaring)

(truck horn blaring) (angle grinder whirring)

(door clunking)

They've found me! They've fucking found me!

Casey sent one of his guys.

I've seen him. He's watching me.

Okay, just cool it. No, listen!

I recognize him.

The fire at my house.

I saw him, it's the same fucking guy!

He set fire to my house and now he's here in Meadowlands.

(Jezebel) Well?

Jack?

Maybe you were right, Jez.

Maybe we should care more about

Jack's present than his past.

So he's immune to your charms?

No.

You're a lovely girl, Zoe.

But, in the war of the sexes, you're a conventional weapon.

Maybe it's time to go nuclear.

I don't think you and Jack Donnelly's

such a good idea, Jezebel.

Zoe babes, are you jealously suggesting

that I'm resistible?

Look, Jack Donnelly's he is...

He's very unstable.

Zo, when I'm in town, no man is stable.

Need to go home, miss.

Got a sore head.

You can walk out of school whenever you want, Jezebel.

You are 23 after all.

I know what I saw!

How close did you get to this guy?

20, 30 yards.

What color hair? No, he had a cap.

A blue cap.

Visored? Yeah.

Did you actually see his face?

What are you? A fucking defense lawyer all of a sudden?

Answer the question.

Yeah, I saw his face. Up close and personal?

Get yourself down an octave, Danny.

It is not possible to infiltrate Meadowlands.

Not possible.

I was selfish.

Saying what I said to you.

It was self-indulgent of me

and I've caused you embarrassment.

That's unacceptable. Completely unacceptable.

I'm so sorry.

You boys, you get to a certain age

and you just get a bit silly.

It's fine, don't worry about it.

You know, Abigail and I...

We've never had an argument.

We'd like to invite you and your husband, Danny, to dinner.

Oh.

Tonight.

Seven for 7:30.

Guess who?

Ta-da!

Shall I join you, Jack?

Whoo.

Now, Jack.

Let's play, what's my crime?

(Jack groans)

What makes you think for one minute

that I'm gonna tell you, or your little friend Zoe,

anything about me?

Hmm?

Let alone about my...

(gentle pensive music)

(Jezebel) Talk to the hand, Jack.

(Jack growls) (Jezebel gasps)

You stupid bitch.

You think this is fucking funny?

You think it's a game.

That I'm an animal.

That's what they call me, an animal.

You know an animal does very brutal things.

An animal does very violent things.

But does an animal spend six months preparing it?

Hmm?

(sniffing) Fat girl.

(Jezebel whimpering) (dog barking)

Stop!

What's the matter, baby girl?

(dog barking)

(bell ringing)

(Evelyn) Hey, Zo, are you okay?

I guess. Where's Mark?

He's gotta wait and meet a teacher.

Is he?

Yes, he's still talking.

Bit too much if you ask me.

I thought I'd walk you home.

I don't want to talk about the past or anything,

but, isn't that the childminder's job?

Zoe, how would you...

How would you rate me as a mum? Out of 10?

Seven.

Seven? Yeah, seven.

Look, I've gotta meet Jezebel for coffee.

Seven.

(gentle thoughtful music)

(cupboard door scraping)

Jack Donnelly is disgusting.

Someone wants to de-testicle him.

That isn't fair, Jez.

He's an animal.

He says he's not an animal 'cause of whatever thing he did

but when he saw how scared I was he...

I thought he was gonna...

I wasn't scared.

Well, you should've been.

No, Jez. I wasn't.

And that's why he couldn't-

That's why he couldn't have what?

Nothing.

(tense music)

(keys rattling)

So I'm looking around Meadowlands

and I'm thinking, "It's like every day's a holiday here."

Danny! This is our new neighbor, Mr. Ormond.

(dramatic music)

I've just been telling Mr. Ormond about your new bar.

I mean, Danny doesn't do theme bars as such. It's more-

What do you want?

I was wondering if I could borrow your workman?

The kitchen shelf's just fallen down.

He's busy.

I'm sure we could spare Jack.

(Danny) When did you move in, Mr. Ormond?

Yesterday.

Wife and kids? No, no.

Solo mission, eh?

Story of my life, Dan.

Tell you what, Evelyn!

New neighbor, let's get a photo, shall we?

What?

Yeah.

What's your first name?

Gordon. Gordon.

I'll tell you what, Gordon, you and me,

we're gonna be good mates.

Here you are.

Don't be shy.

(camera whirring) Okay.

Eyes- When you're ready.

Teeth and tits! (laughs)

There you go.

Wasn't too hard, was it? Let's have a look.

(Gordon) It was very nice to have met you, Mrs. Brogan.

You too, welcome.

Thank you.

Danny.

(door clunking)

Where's Zoe?

She's upstairs. And Mark, where's Mark?

(Evelyn) He's in his room.

(lipstick clatters)

You know inviting a complete stranger into the house

isn't the smartest thing.

He's not a stranger, he's a neighbor.

He was outside and he introduced himself.

He tells you he's a neighbor, and you believe him?

Yeah, because he is a neighbor.

(Danny) How do you know?

Well, he's going into his house.

What?

(Evelyn) Look, is there something wrong?

Yeah, me, I'm wrong.

I come home and find a bloke I've never seen before

in my living room.

Old habits, eh?

It's okay.

We're okay.

You know we're meant to be having dinner

with David and Abigail tonight.

No, look, I can't do that.

I'm behind with the bar, I've got loads of work.

Okay, I'll cancel.

But, you know I've been thinking about Russian roulette?

The babies.

Did you mean what you said this morning?

We'll talk about it later, yeah?

Evelyn, I- Old habits, huh?

I'm just gonna go and talk to Jack, okay?

(door clunking)

(suspenseful music)

Do you believe me now?

Look at this.

Taken 45 minutes ago. My new neighbor Mr. Ormond.

And what's that in my hand, eh? His blue cap.

Are you sure, Danny? Yeah.

You've gotta get me some protection.

We'll start by going back getting Evelyn and the kids

and you get me outta here. For Christ's sake!

Will you calm down?

Okay, I don't know this guy.

But if he's in Meadowlands, he's on the program.

I'll find out who handles him.

Meantime, I want you to go back.

What?

I can't do anything until I've established the facts.

I'll run this on the database,

see if we can get a hit to links with Casey or Foy's bar.

What are your options?

You put Evelyn through another midnight flit,

you're gonna lose her.

Is that what you want, Danny?

Do you want to lose Evelyn?

Have I ever let you down?

Have I ever not delivered?

If I wake up tomorrow morning

and he's still here I'm gonna-

I'll fix it.

Trust me. Okay, but I am watching him.

All night if I have to.

If he makes a move, I will tear his fucking head off!

(door clunking)

Yes, I hope you like garlic.

(Evelyn) Is Abigail here?

(David) Um.

Doesn't matter, I just thought I better let you know

that tonight, we're gonna have to cancel.

Oh.

I thought we were fine.

(laughing) We are fine.

So why can't you come?

Well, Danny can't make it 'cause he's got to work and-

Can't you come on your own?

Or bring the kids?

Yes, good idea.

Bring Zoe and Mark.

Well, the other thing is we had a burst pipe this morning,

so we've not had any water all day and I stink. (laughs)

But they sent you an emergency supply.

Unless there's some other reason,

you don't want to spend time with us, Evelyn?

Oh. (laughs)

Seven for 7:30.

(saw scraping)

(door creaking)

You all right?

(door clunking)

You shouldn't be here.

Why not?

Because some people,

no, most people would say that you're not safe.

But I know I am safe.

Not scared of you.

Fear is your aphrodisiac.

(metal clattering) (Jack screams)

Just go home. Okay?

Forget about me!

I'm leaving.

I'm going back to the real world.

Real world's shit.

What's in the real world for you?

Nothing, but then there's nothing for me here either.

I mean, you can change your name,

you can change your past but you can't change

what is up in here.

I don't buy that.

Well, you don't know what I did.

I don't need to know what you did.

It's about disconnecting

your association of fear in others with sex.

What am I, a fucking circuit board now?

Zoe?

I killed a woman.

It was an accident.

'Cause I meant to keep her alive.

I kidnapped her.

Grace Diamond.

(gentle tense music)

Six days,

just me, some rope,

a few sharp implements.

And Grace Diamond's fear.

Heaven.

Only on the seventh day,

Grace Diamond went and died.

I don't understand.

Why aren't you still in prison?

Couldn't put me in prison.

I was only 14 years old.

Oh.

Still think you can save me?

Go home.

Leave me alone.

(gentle ambient music)

(door clunking)

(suspenseful music)

(glasses clinking)

(Woman) Hi.

(Gordon speaking faintly)

It's not fair.

Mark gets to stay in

and I'm dragged out to dinner at Dr. Doom's.

Mark needs his space. He's been through a lot.

What? Like I haven't?

Okay.

But you don't need as much, do you?

Do you?

Totally self-sufficient, Mother.

Zo, me and your dad we were... (sighs)

We were thinking about having another baby.

What do you think?

That's good. Exactly what you and Dad need.

Something nice.

Time you guys grew up.

(Evelyn laughs)

(doorbell ringing)

Drinks?

Oh, yes, of course.

Zoe? Would you like some pop?

She'll have a small red wine.

And I'll have a large white one.

Sorry.

(wind glugging)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Abigail?

It's Jack Donnelly for you.

I'll take it in the kitchen.

He's doing some work for us at the moment.

I think he wants some more money.

(door clunking)

(phone beeps)

Do sit down, please.

(gentle tense music)

We're done.

What do you want?

Your gums, my plums. Now.

I can't.

We're having a dinner party.

Then you know where the main course is.

(cell phone beeps)

(phone beeps)

(exhales) Yeah.

Still got it.

(gentle suspenseful music)

(door rattling)

(door clunking) Cole Port's the best.

I think.

He's inventive, deep, witty.

I mean, he rhymes Mickey Mouse with Strauss.

You know, National Gallery, Garbo's salary.

I mean, you see what he's trying doing here?

He's synthesizing high and low culture

in a way that- Yeah, I get that too.

But those old songs, I mean,

they're kind of romantic, aren't they?

Romantic? Yes.

But not in a way that's, cheap or sentimental.

You see, a lot of those songs are about loneliness

and yearning and isolation,

and when someone sings them in the right way,

it takes you to a place where, I don't know,

emptiness meets elegance.

Yeah, but it's not real life though, is it?

I mean, there's romance and excitement

and then there's the person that you love.

And you couldn't imagine life without them,

but you've still gotta grind it out every day,

fighting about who's gonna take the rubbish out

and bickering about the kids and bickering with the kids.

And it's good.

It's tough but it's good.

And you know, where's the song about all of that then?

New neighbor my arse.

Well, I can't remember who wrote it.

No, it wasn't Cole Porter,

it doesn't matter, it's not important.

But there's one song which is absolutely about real life.

Even if it has this ingenious conceit

of heroin addiction as a metaphor for love.

"Every kiss, every hug, seems to act just like a drug.

"You're getting to be a habit with me."

Oh, my God!

"Songs for Swingin' Lovers!" Track three!

You know it?

Let me stay in your arms, I'm addicted to your charms

You're getting to be a habit with me

I used to think your love was something that I

Could take or leave alone

But now I couldn't do without my supply

I need you for my own

I can't break away, I must have you every day

As regularly as coffee or tea

You've got me in your clutches and I can't get free

You're getting to be a habit with me

Yeah. (laughing) Yeah. (laughing)

I didn't know you sang, David.

You've just dropped to a six.

(Evelyn speaking faintly)

(wine glugging) (David speaking faintly)

How's Jack Donnelly?

Oh, he's just trying to charge us for the-

I'm his last hope.

(gentle mysterious music)

(plastic rustling) (tense music)

(door slamming)

(door slamming)

(door clunking)

(fence clattering)

(footsteps tapping)

(foliage crunching)

(tense music continues)

(Danny yelling)

(Danny panting)

(Danny panting)

(insects chirping)

Where's Abigail?

I don't know.

She can't have gone out, can she?

It's been magical.

Tonight. It's just been magical.

David. (cell phone ringing)

Oh, Danny.

Hey, baby?

(Danny) Evelyn, where are you?

At David's and Abigail's, (laughs) why?

(Danny) Nothing. How are the kids?

Yeah, Zoe's fine.

(Danny) And Mark? Where's Mark?

Mark's not here.

Where is he? At home.

Are you okay?

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

Stay there. You and Zoe have a good time, yeah?

Yeah, sure.

(Danny) I love you.

I love you too.

Hey, you wanna play some Russian roulette?

It's what we need?

Yeah.

I'll see you at home, yeah?

Yeah.

(cell phone beeps)

I'll see if Zoe wants cheese.

This is my life now, isn't it?

Yes.

And we can be friends, can't we, David?

I really need a friend here.

I'd like that, Evelyn.

Stop.

Stop.

Am I doing something wrong?

No.

Fuck you! (mirror smashing)

(Abigail screams)

Argh!

(tense music)

Oh, no.

Zoe.

She says she's your last hope.

(door clunking)

(mysterious thoughtful music)

Zoe.

All dressed in satin

And waiting by the door

Ooh, what a lucky man he was

(upbeat rock-pop music)

(hi-fi button clicks)

I'm not leaving, I'm staying.

Need you to help me, Zoe.

(gentle thoughtful music)

Oh.

(Jack groaning)

No, don't do that.

Don't be scared.

I told you, don't be fucking scared!

(fist thudding)

Stupid boy!

(tense music)

Come on!

(both grunting)

(clothes ripping)

Stay there!

(belt whipping)

No, no! Hold that!

(Mark screaming)

Now that's what I'm talking about, son.

(Jack smacking)

(door slamming)

(Mark yelling)

(Mark choking)

Hey!

(fists thudding) (Danny grunting)

(flames whooshing)

(fists thudding)

(explosion blasts) (police radio chattering)

(Evelyn) Eddie! Eddie!

You fucking bastard.

You fucking...

(Mark humming) (head thumping)

(Jack choking)

Fucking shit.

You fucking piece of shit.

(tense music)

You fucking...

(Jack choking)

Fucking cunt!

(dramatic music)

You hear me?

There's no choice, Eddie.

You're going to Meadowlands.

(Danny growling)

(Evelyn) Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie!

(thunder crashing)

(Danny groaning) (Jack choking)

(Danny panting) (gentle solemn music)

(Jack exhales)

I'm leaving.

(Samantha) You're going to Meadowlands.

(Danny sobbing)

(Mark sighing)

(tense music) (Danny panting)

Looks like Jack's gone and dug his own grave, eh?

Thanks.

(gentle mysterious music)

For doing my job.

(Gordon spits)

Are you okay?

Sorry, Dad.

Won't wear girl's clothes again.

(suspenseful music)

We gotta clean this up.

Hey! (slapping) Listen.

I need your help, you know.

You know why we've gotta do this?

Jack Donnelly? Hasn't been seen.

Well, I can't say I have much to do with him.

Yes, I can see that.

(bag thudding)

You covered it up, Dad.

You knew what to do.

You know, I've got a feeling

that our local handyman's vanishing is

a touch more...

(mysterious rock music)