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SBTRKT: Wildfire

I could bet all of the riches that I ever had

Rushing the night like a shark, babe

Would it be bad?

If I had to set the alarm

Cos the thrills that run up my back

You are my star, nothing else can lead me off track

Hey, yeah!

You're like a wildfire

You got me rising high

Your innocence, who's the brave?

Drowning in

Would you save me?

It's a crime if you don't

You're the spy by the throat

(Aeroplane engine roars)

(Alarm bleeps in distance)

(Woman groans)

(Woman moans ecstatically)

(Woman climaxes)

(Gulps)

How come you're awake so early?

(Woman moans)

Ah.

- Why's she doing that? - (Woman yelps)

You're in a different room and she's still doing it.

It's a certain type of stimulation.

It provokes a steady ripple of short, intense orgasms.

Some Scandinavian thing.

Took an hour or so to get the hang of it

but once you do, it's perfect.

I'm asleep.

Just so you know, I can't hear a word you're saying.

It's probably time you moved out.

Yeah.

We kinda did say only a few weeks.

It's a small flat.

Yeah, I was... I've actually been thinking the same thing.

OK.

(Soft hissing of air)

Is your mattress deflating?

No, it's fine.

Everything's fine.

Do you know where you're going?

Yeah, I'll be all right.

How about I...call Miriam?

- I've not seen her in ages. - She's got a massive house.

I think you'll like it there.

What have you done?

She's really looking forward to seeing you - today, 3pm.

Jesus Christ!

She seems...very content.

Photographic student from Oslo.

Birgitte.

Is Norway Scandinavia?

- It is, isn't it? - Yeah.

I thought so.

Birgitte.

It means "splendid", apparently.

Mm.

You have a file?

Yeah, I've got a file for a lot of things.

A file for photos of you and your ex-girlfriend?

No, it's a file for...

It's just old photos.

With Kelly's name on it.

There's more to life than sharpening

the occasional pencil, Elliot.

Organisation is an essential part of adult life.

Yeah, of course it is.

It's just, you and Kelly broke up how long ago - a year?

11 months ago.

It was 11 months ago today.

I'm going to make one suggestion.

No, you're not.

- If you're so hung up on her... - I'm not hung up on her.

If you're thinking about her...

Not really.

..occasionally, then why not,

rather than refer to this elaborate filing system...

why not just...

..call her?

Just pick up the phone and call her.

OK.

- Sorry? - I will.

Today.

Well, let me know how you get on.

Yeah, I will.

I was actually just calling cos I was hoping

to get Kelly's number off you.

I'm just calling, actually,

cos I'm trying to get hold of Kelly's number.

She deleted her account, yeah.

She didn't unfriend me, she deleted the account, it's not...

not quite the same thing.

No. How do you know about that fla... No.

No, no, I moved out.

So, what, you'll call her and say that I called you...

and ask... You know what? Don't worry about it.

And love to your little dog.

Hi, I'm here to see Tilson Recruitment.

(Phone rings)

RECEPTIONIST: Hi, Nicholas.

Yeah. I'll let him now.

OK.

Nicholas is ready for you.

You don't happen to have

anywhere I can leave these bags, do you?

What, like a cloakroom?

- Er...yes. - No.

No problem.

- (Door opens) - Carter?

Yes.

Nicholas Renfrew. Hello.

(Clicks pen)

Can I ask you how it felt?

What?

Five months ago, getting fired.

I was made redundant.

It's not that uncommon in this climate.

No, of course not.

Since then, anything?

Hm?

Before that, everything seems pretty normal.

- Thank you very much. - Here's the thing.

The market is ugly out there.

- Ugly? - Very ugly indeed.

Pig ugly.

For every job in your range,

we're talking 15 to 20 applicants - good ones.

Walking into a bookmaker's, that's, what,

odds of, you know...

15 or 20 to 1.

Exactly, you're a betting man like me.

You get it.

To make an impression, you need something.

A stand out, an X factor,

a certain "je ne sais...something".

You know what I'm saying?

I think so, yeah.

So what makes you stand out...Carter?

What's your er...USP?

Unique Selling Point.

I know what it stands for.

Excuse me.

Rhetorical question?

What? No. No, I need an answer.

(Clattering)

Sorry.

What I would like to know is, what makes you so special?

- I feel... - Scatty as hell, that one.

What's a man to do? Goes like a stabbed rat.

Now, your USP? Talk to me.

(Door opens)

Happy birthday, you old bastard!

Jasper, you complete and utter dog!

Come here!

Oh, long time, no see!

JASPER: Oh, shit, I'm interrupting.

No, not at all, just finishing up.

Look, why don't you come back to me

when you've an answer to that question?

JASPER: So pumped for tonight.

NICHOLAS: Me too, me too.

So, how did it go, then?

Your meeting.

Oh, yeah, it was excellent, thanks.

Yeah.

Just um...pinpointing my USP for Nicholas now.

- That kind of thing. - Right.

Sounds tricky. (Laughs)

No, not really.

I'll just er... type something up today.

Email it.

(Lift bell pings)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors closing.

Bet you get to go and have an exciting day now.

Me? Just more meetings.

Two more meetings.

- And I'm moving house. - Oh, wow!

Got to dump them bags somewhere, I suppose.

- You? - What?

Going somewhere fun?

Vicky in Accounts. Returning her labelling-machine.

- The fun here's relentless. - Doors opening.

Hey, it's um... It's um...Carter.

Carter, yeah.

Yeah, Kelly's ex.

I'm really well, actually.

Funnily enough, I'm just running into a meeting.

Bit of an odd one.

Did you get Kelly's number?

I'm pretty sure I do, it's just one of those ones where...

I've lost it.

Oh.

Well, 11 months.

No, listen, I totally understand.

Yeah, yeah. Bye.

Aaron?

Aaron?

Yeah, hey, Carter.

All right?

How are you doing?

Yeah, good, good.

How are you?

I'm fine. It's nice to see you.

Are you here on holiday?

Oh.

I just landed.

For a holiday?

I'm here for business...kinda.

So, not a holiday, then?

I'm staying in some hotel in Kensington.

Sorry, I'm... I'm really spacey right now.

Jet-lag, you know.

I need to rest.

How's the family?

They're all good.

Aaron?

Could... Could I have um...Kelly's number?

Say what?

I just wondered if I could have Kelly's telephone number.

Carter, my phone is in my bag.

It's er...

It's kind of inconvenient.

Aaron, I really need Kelly's number.

(Exhales heavily) Be cool, man.

Be cool.

(Sighs)

(Buzzer sounds)

- Hello, Carter. - Hello, Miriam.

Wonderful, wonderful! In you come.

(Gate buzzes open)

How are you?

Worried I wouldn't recognise you, it's been so long.

Oh, yes, you're looking much older.

Don't finger your face - you'll get a rash.

Homeless and unemployed?

- You silly thing. - It's not so bad.

Single, too, I imagine.

Yes, indeed.

God, what a trinity of misery!

And you? How are you?

Still breathing. Mustn't grumble, I suppose.

Oh, put your bags down.

(Chuckles)

Look at you, like Dick Whittington, you great nut!

- Only a short stay, isn't it? - Very.

When Elliot called, I knew there must be a problem.

- No problem... - What a clever, nice boy he is.

Knows just what he wants, doesn't he, who he wants to be?

He's worried about you.

There's nothing to be worried about.

That's the spirit. There's a fighter in there somewhere,

I know there is.

What takes you to Paris?

A mini-break.

What, just on your own?

With a man.

You could learn a thing or two from me about courting.

Monsieur Philippe Gaston, his name is.

I met him at the art fair in Highgate last Tuesday.

Most polite, I must say - for a Parisian, at least.

Ooh, look.

I won this in a competition last month,

3-D or some such nonsense.

(Chuckles)

I watched the snooker in these last night.

It didn't make the blindest bit of difference!

- I don't think... - You take them.

- Alfred! - (Cat mews)

Alfred!

(Chuckles)

Oh, I'm sorry to leave you, my darling.

But Carter's here to keep you safe and well.

Aren't you, Carter?

Yep.

Dick Whittington and his cat.

Say it to him. Say it to Alfred.

What?

Tell him that you're here for him.

Tell him.

Take those glasses off first, you'll frighten him.

- Um...hi, Alfred. - (Alfred squeals)

What are you doing? Oh, it's OK.

I was just gonna... shake his paw.

It's OK.

You must miss him.

Uncle David.

I heard that she left you the day after his funeral.

The American.

Kelly.

Yeah, she did.

So...11 months ago today.

Time, Carter.

That's the thing. Time.

And distractions.

Alfred has two meals a day - morning and night.

If he's in one of his low moods...

it's probably hard to imagine he ever has those...

Yeah, very.

But he does, and when he does,

the best thing to do is grill him

some of that halibut out of the fridge.

Right.

Enjoy yourself.

This is a lucky house.

Know what makes old age so hard?

Not hip replacements or forgetting the sugar

when you go to the shops.

The burden of one's memories.

That's the real bastard you wake up to every morning.

Do what you need to do.

Today will just be a memory one day.

Kensington?

What?

A hotel in Kensington.

MIRIAM: God Almighty!

No hope whatsoever.

Yes, hello. I'd like to speak to one of your guests, please.

Aaron Radwell.

Radwell.

Yeah, he checked in today.

He's American.

No, thank you, anyway.

I'd like to speak to one of your guests, please. Aaron Radwell.

He's not?

Aaron Radwell.

Right.

(Phone rings)

Hello?

Aaron?

- Yeah. - It's Carter.

Well...aren't you the persistent motherfucker?

Yeah, look, I'm sorry about earlier.

Forget it, please.

I just wondered if you fancied maybe having a drink later on?

Do you think I've gained weight since last you saw me?

I'm sorry, what?

Nothing. Where are you?

I'm er...at home.

Just at home.

Let's hook up.

Yeah?

Why not? I will buy you a beer.

What about that big weird disco bar place

in Piccadilly Circus?

I went there for your birthday once.

- That crappy one. - The crappy one.

7:30, and quit fucking freaking out.

I'll give you my sister's number.

That's very kind of you, but I...

- Hello? - (Line goes dead)

(Mews)

This is a lucky house, isn't it, Alfred?

I'll prepare the halibut.

TV: The stags may become injured during the fight

but they rarely kill each other.

On rare occasions, the antlers become entangled

so they cannot unlock them.

They both starve to death.

(Sniffs)

(Machine buzzes, Alfred yowls)

Night, Alfred.

WOMAN: I don't believe you.

ELLIOT: You don't have to.

Every time?

Nine out of ten times.

OK, go on, then.

OK.

Scorpio?

No.

Honestly?

- I must be your ten out of ten. - Capricorn?

No.

- Aries, definitely. - No.

Fuck.

I am...

..going to go back inside.

Fuck!

(Ringing tone)

Carter.

Wanna guess who I bumped into today?

Right now? Not really.

After our conversation this morning.

- Kelly? - No, not Kelly. Aaron.

I don't know who Aaron is. Who's Aaron?

Kelly's brother. Aaron.

- The psychotic one? - He's not psychotic.

He's fine, on the whole.

He got arrested for shooting someone.

- No. - It was something like that.

It was illegal firearms possession.

But he's gonna give me Kelly's number.

You don't even have her number?

- Wow. - No, not the new one, I don't.

Wow!

Jet lag...

..is a fucker.

Yeah, I've never had it. Never travelled outside Europe.

That would do it.

Went to a Greek island once.

Two hours ahead.

Took a bit of getting used to.

Why the sudden interest in Kelly?

It's not, I just...

I just wanted to give her a call, you know.

See how she is.

It's been 11 months.

- Since she left. - Since we broke up.

- Yeah. - To the day.

An unconventional anniversary.

Can I ask...has she moved back to America?

Just cos of the whole number thing.

Take a look at what I'm wearing.

Sorry, what?

Take a look at my clothes, carefully.

What do you see?

Um...

shirt, buttons on the... I'm not really sure what...

Look closer. Look at the collar on my shirt.

- Yeah? - See it?

What am I looking for?

The fading.

Fading?

The cotton is wearing away across the fold of the neck.

Do you see it?

Tiny spots of erosion.

Inside the collar, that's worse still.

Whole strips of fabric fraying away.

And the cuffs. Look at these cuffs.

It's the same deal, see?

Yeah, I mean...

It's fucked, the shirt is completely fucked.

I wouldn't necessarily say that...

This is my favourite shirt.

It's a lovely shirt.

Thank you.

What time do things liven up around here?

Exactly at never o'clock.

Have you seen any of my work recently?

The last movie you saw me in was what?

Um...

Go on.

Probably Velocity Control.

You know, that was three years ago.

So...now I'm that guy,

the guy from Velocity Control.

These days, I'm doing theatre in Los Angeles.

Do you know who's interested in theatre...

in Los Angeles?

No, I don't.

A 63-year-old man called Rudy from Silverlake

and oh...

..absolutely no one else.

Now, look at my jacket,

the lapels, the lining - what do you see?

Bits of bobbling.

Bits of bobbling? Exactly!

Signs of ageing.

See all the bobbles?

- I can see a few. - This jacket is fucked.

- I hardly would say that. - It's my favourite jacket.

Right.

- Virgo? - No.

Gemini?

Do you ever actually give up?

You know my success rate is usually a lot higher?

- (Laughs) - It is!

I believe you.

- Sagittarius? - (Phone ringing)

Hi, this is Elliot's phone.

Jet lag's a fucker.

(As Aaron): Jet lag is a...

OK, right.

Let's do this.

- Hey! - Hey.

- It's Carter, right? - Yeah.

- Jenny. - With the labelling machine.

- Yeah, that's me. - Wow, small world.

Yeah.

Far too dressy, I know. Everyone's said already.

No, you look...beautiful.

(Sniffs)

You having a good night?

The best.

I better...

Yeah, don't wanna stop you doing that.

You should come up and say hi.

We're in the disco room.

I'll be the one sat in the corner,

quietly hacking at my wrist with a cocktail stick.

Aaron, I...

Do you still want Kelly's number?

- I'm gonna give it to you. - Thank you.

Just one condition.

Something I need you to do for me first.

A favour for a favour.

This has to be delivered tonight by hand.

I need you to tell me you've seen it in her hand, OK?

Can I ask...

It's important to me.

Like having my sister's number is important to you.

That's all you should need to know.

I'll be waiting for you here with Kelly's number.

What's the address?

BACH: Goldberg Variations Aria BWV988

DRIVER: I love it in Soho. It's the best place ever.

You should check this out in summertime.

My eyes are looking everywhere, this way and that...

Do you mind just turning the music down a little bit?

What?

I said, could you...

Could you just turn the music down a little bit?

This is my CD of all my favourite classical tunes.

You'll like this music, it's great music.

I do like it, just maybe you could turn it down a bit.

How's your night been? You having a good night so far?

Yeah, mate, it's really good, actually.

Do you have a girlfriend, then?

- Not right now. - No?

Oh.

OK, I'll just be five minutes.

(Buzzer rings)

GRAVELLY MALE VOICE: Hello?

Oh, hi. Um...is Tara there, please?

This is Tara.

Oh.

OK. I was actually expecting a female Tara.

Well, you've got a male Tara.

(Intercom off)

WOMAN: Hello?

Oh, hello. Is that Tara?

Brilliant, you're early. Come on up, fourth floor.

(Entry buzzer)

(Knock at door)

Hello?

Hello?

WOMAN: Sssh.

(Whispers): Sorry.

Come in, go into the living room.

(Carousel music playing)

(Music stops)

Boo!

Shit, sorry, made you jump, I think. Did I?

Creeping up on you like that. So sorry.

Horrible when that happens. Didn't mean to.

Hate being scared. Hate it. I watched this scary film once.

It was ages ago, what was it called?

I don't usually watch scary films.

I've completely forgotten what it was called.

Hi, I'm Tara.

(Music playing)

Sit down. Take a seat.

Would you like a drink of something nice?

I'm fine. Actually, the reason I came round was to...

(Phone rings)

Hello?

Oh, hi, hon.

Yeah, I'm sure it is and I would love to see it.

Five minutes - that's all you're getting.

I didn't even get your name.

- Carter. - Hello, Carter.

Just gotta nip downstairs and see someone.

Make yourself at home, back in five minutes.

Can I just... If I could just really quickly...

Fuck's sake.

(Baby cries)

(Crying continues)

Ah...

OK, it's OK.

Shh.

Where's your mum gone, eh?

(Crying intensifies)

Um...

No, no, shh.

Shh, shh.

I'm gonna pick you up. I'm picking you up.

Ready? OK.

There we go. There we go.

Huh? How's that? Are you warm enough?

Look at this. Is this yours?

All right, let's find your mum.

There.

Let's see if we can see her, shall we?

There she is.

Down there, see? All's good.

What's she doing? Oh, no.

No, no, n...

Shit!

Shit, shit!

Come on.

Come on.

- (Door slams) - Oh, shit!

(Baby cries)

It's all right.

Shit.

- OK. - (Buzzer)

MALE TARA: Yes? - Hello.

We spoke a second ago. I'm a friend of the other Tara.

Tara Stephens.

She's gone out.

I watched her go.

Um...

I've been locked out.

And that's my problem because?

Well, it's your problem because...

Cos she's not in and I've got her baby.

- And it's really cold out here. - Are you threatening me?

How is that a threat? Can you let me in?

Why have you got her baby?

I picked it up and walked out because...

Who are you?

Open the fucking front door or I might kick it in.

I'm sorry... Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Oh, damn.

I've called the police.

What? What for, buzzing your buzzer?

Harassment. Violent threat... Kidnap.

I'm not... I haven't...

MAN: Hello?

Yes, hi. I wonder if you could help me.

- He's kidnapped a baby. - What's going on?

I'm trying to get back into the building!

How can I be a kidnapper?

WOMAN: Hello?

You know what? I am a kidnapper.

That's what I do. I steal babies.

No, no, I'm...

I'm not, I'm just...

- (Baby cries) - The police are on their way.

Come on. Fuck!

- (Horn beeps) - Are you ready to go yet, boss?

Here they come.

(Approaching sirens)

This could be a really bad idea.

What a cute little baby you've got there, boss!

(Police car approaching rapidly)

TARA: Yes, what's going on?

MALE TARA: That man's taken your baby.

- What? OFFICER: Hang on.

The first thing you need to do

is calm down, Miss Stephens.

(Tara sobs)

- Can I help you, tough guy? - I'm here for Miss Stephens.

Who are you, son?

I'm the baby-sitter.

Which makes the other fella...

The kidnapper.

VERDI: Requiem Dies Irae

This is my favourite tune, boss.

What a cute little baby you've got there, boss.

It's not my baby.

Me and my girlfriend, we've been trying to

have a baby and we can't have a baby.

You're such a lucky man.

- It looks just like you, too. - It's not my baby.

It's got everything, got your ears, got your eyes...

- Nice one, boss! - It's not my baby.

(Dance music pounding)

Excuse me, the guy I was with earlier, sitting here...

- Do you remember? - No.

- The American? - You can't have a baby in here.

I haven't.

Yes, you have. That's a baby.

Two more Singapore Slings.

The American guy, we were both

sitting right there together, you spoke to us.

ROBYN: Call Your Girlfriend

You tell her the only way her heart will mend

Is when she learns to love again

And it won't make sense right now

But you're still her friend

And then you let her down easy

Call your girlfriend

It's time you had the talk

Give your reasons

Say it's not her fault

It's time to go.

Oi, oi, it's you.

- We met this morning, right? - Oh, yeah, we did.

- It's my birthday! - Happy birthday.

I'm having a party. Wanna come join?

No, I really can't...

Rupert's getting the tequilas in.

Go hard or go home, that's my motto.

Titty bar in Holborn in a couple of hours.

You're welcome to join.

I said you're welcome to join!

Oh, no, thanks, I really can't.

Fuck me, he's had a baby!

- Not really. - That's a real baby!

This guy's got a baby at my party!

He's mental! He's mental!

He's a maniac.

He's a maniac. Guys, check this out,

this guy's got a baby at my party!

- Out! - He's a maniac or something!

Time you had the talk.

Give your reasons

Say it's not her fault...

I know you!

I bloody know you!

You're from Dinsdale's.

Stephen Travis.

I'm Aaron fucking Radwell!

Fucking weirdo.

(Baby grizzles)

(Door clangs)

I pushed a bit hard.

Someone from IT's just taken their trousers off

on the dance floor.

It's always my cue to leave the party.

Is it yours?

This?

No.

- We need to go to a hotel. - Pardon?

A hotel in Kensington.

- I'm sorry. What? - No.

No - the flat. Tara's flat.

Then you can come and you can explain.

A girl will help explain that I'm not...

- Will you come with me? - What exactly's going on?

I've taken this baby from someone...accidentally!

And I need to return it.

Would you help me?

I think I'd rather go back inside.

(Horn beeps)

What did you do?

- Aaron? - What did you do?

- Thank God, it's Aaron. - We have a big issue!

- You can't hit him! - What did you do?

You can't hit him if he's holding a baby.

That must be a rule, or something?

Can I hold him?

Let me hold him.

Get in the car.

- I just might go back... - No.

Get in the car, both of you!

Don't I know you from somewhere?

Shit! Deliver the letter - that is all you had to do!

Do you know that I'm in big trouble because of you?

You realise that? One more felony and that is it -

I'm never allowed in this country again.

Can't we just go to Tara's house?

No, not at all, not an option.

- Who's Tara? - Why not?

Because legal reasons, that's why not.

What like a...restraining order?

No.

That's why you wouldn't deliver the letter yourself.

André is...my son.

JENNY: André?

André is my son and you wanna know something else?

This is the first time I've ever even met him.

Me and his mom, Tara, we've never exactly seen eye to eye .

I mean, I've not met her often, if you know what I mean.

So then I went and made a couple of...

..let's call them pleas to see him

from the other side of the world,

because that's all I've ever wanted to do, just see him.

But sometimes my temper, man,

it gets a little fucking away from me,

when I'm not...

(Hyperventilates)

But then I breathe and I remember mindfulness.

And I start to come down.

But then...

you know...

I got a little over zealous and, as it transpires,

things you say over Skype

can be held up in a court of law.

She's gonna think you've taken him.

Who else is gonna be dumb enough to?

So, your crimes, they're just sort of Skype-threat-related?

Yes...that and firearms.

No, no...he's never shot anyone.

Very reassuring!

Wait a second. Who is this girl?

She's a... a friend...sort of.

Sort of? What does that mean, "a friend sort of"?

I just met her this morning and now bumped into her in the bar.

Coincidence. That's it. I barely know her.

She's got eyes on you, dude.

- No, I haven't! - Yes, the hell you do, sister.

Let me tell you something, this guy...

is one big bundle of disappointment.

Velocity Control!

You're...

..the guy from Velocity Control - no way!

Aaron Radwell. It is nice to meet you.

I love that film!

"I have to turn off the reactor."

You're that guy?

Oh, my God!

He lets himself get blown up in order to save

the life of the girl he loves.

And deny myself a role in the fucking sequel, as it turns out.

- He's the hero. - I've seen it.

But he dies.

- I've seen it. - Hold on.

"The whole thing's gonna blow.

I'm..."

OK, hold on. Wait, wait.

"The whole thing's gonna blow.

I've made my choice. All that's left..."

No, no, no.

(Smoothly): "The whole thing's gonna blow.

I've made my choice.

All that's left is for me to stand here

and tell you one last thing before I die."

"That I love you." (Laughs)

- Good, huh? - Amazing!

Velocity Control's in, like, my top ten!

Of films you shouldn't like but you do cos they're so shit.

I really like it, though.

Congratulations.

AARON: I need to do two things I'm not very experienced at -

think and spend time with my son.

I apologise in advance for locking you both

in the basement while I do those things.

I need a bloody wee!

How do you know he's telling us the truth?

He is.

- He could be a paedophile. - He's not a paedophile.

- How do you know? - I spent a Christmas with him.

- We played charades. - What does that prove?

Paedophiles play charades.

Paedophiles probably love playing charades.

Try and think about something else.

Excuse me for being slightly preoccupied about being locked

in a hotel basement by a complete stranger -

with a complete stranger who's stolen a baby.

Not "stolen" stolen.

What do you want to talk about?

Why have you spent a Christmas with him?

Why are you delivering a letter for him?

Just a favour for a favour.

I deliver Aaron's letter to Tara and in return

he gives me his sister's number.

Kelly, my ex-girlfriend...

..who I'd like to contact.

There's no signal.

(Jenny groans)

Getting closer.

You'll say I've got a good throw for a girl next.

You have.

Why were you crying earlier in the bar?

Is catching a tennis ball one- handed the most heroic you get?

Maybe it is.

Shame.

All right.

You want heroic?

I'll give you heroic.

(Grunts)

What - you're gonna sweep the door open?

No, I'm gonna prise it open.

Ooh.

RADIO: Suspect on premises.

Police.

What?

The police are here.

Did they just say "suspect" or "suspects"?

I don't really wanna get arrested.

They're at the guy from Velocity Control's hotel.

Yeah, Aaron.

They're looking for him, not you.

- But if they catch him... - He'll never see his son again.

And I'll never get Kelly's number.

Much more important. I forgot.

(Clears throat)

The broom was just about to work.

Mm.

So your master plan is what - find Aaron?

Yeah, and avoid the police.

(Indistinct police radio)

- Shouldn't we talk to them? - Sh, no.

I'm on my way.

Why not?

They won't believe us, we'll be implicated.

- You will. I won't. -You...might be.

I haven't done anything wrong.

I haven't.

We get to Aaron's before they do and then explain.

- Just trust me. - Trust you? Brilliant.

Do you even know where you're taking me?

Carter?

So Nicholas Renfrew's your boyfriend?

Who said that?

He seems very proud of it.

He told you?

You think it's true?

You tell me.

OK, you want to know, I'll tell you.

Four months I've been in this job. It's awful.

I feel like I constantly have to try and impress -

God knows why.

But it's tough, you know?

Gets you down sometimes. You make bad decisions.

He showed me attention at a couple of vulnerable moments.

That's all it was.

He's an absolute twat, you can see that?

Jenny?

Hard to see a way through it all sometimes.

I get suffocated.

I end up wondering, what am I doing with my life?

Jenny?

What?

Are you gonna stop talking at any point?

- Act drunk. - What?

How drunk am I supposed to be?

Drunk enough to hold my hand.

That was very quick-witted of you.

Well, you played your part very well.

Nicholas said you had your sights set too high.

- He said that? - Yeah, I asked him about you.

I was interested.

Well?

I just want a job.

- What job? - I don't know.

Any job.

Does that mean I've set my sights too high?

You must know what it is you want to do.

- Nothing to worry about, sir. - Press first.

- Sir? - Press first floor.

Male approx 5'9''...

I'm 5'10".

I just want to wake up in the morning

and know the reason I set my alarm the night before,

that's all.

Get on the tube and know what the point of my journey is.

Go somewhere, sit behind a desk for a few hours,

make a little bit of money,

meet some nice people.

I just want to exist.

That's all.

He's not here.

I think I might go.

You don't need me any more.

Oh, my God!

AARON: Jesus, Carter, are you OK?

I never saw you there.

You came out of bloody nowhere!

It's a hybrid vehicle in stealth mode. Hello!

I'll drive.

Carter?

AARON: Did they see us? JENNY: I don't think they did.

CARTER: And they're not gonna see us.

(Baby grizzles)

Now we duck.

(Indistinct police radio)

OK, I think they saw us.

(Tyres screech, siren blares)

SBTRKT: Hold On

How d'you mean

What d'you mean you're not coming by?

I called you later and you were outside

We gotta go somewhere safe and work out a plan!

We're going somewhere safe.

I've worked out a plan.

AARON: When did you go and get so dynamic?

JENNY: I think it's all part of his USP.

You were always down for it

Get in this getaway and we run from it

You're giving me the coldest stare

Like you don't even know I'm here

Why don't we turn the leaf?

Why don't we turn the...

Why don't we turn the leaf?

Why don't we turn the...

You're giving me the coldest stare

Like you don't even know I'm here

Why don't we turn the leaf...

Holy Agatha motherfuckin'...Christie.

Your aunt's?

She's in Paris.

I'd never go to Paris if I lived in a house like this.

Are there antiques?

I'm nervous of antiques.

It's a genuine phobia.

You need to give me Tara's number.

Yeah.

No, he's absolutely fine.

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

OK.

OK, thank you.

He's OK. Let's go.

The police are gonna bring her round.

But they're not looking for you.

They're not looking for anyone.

Not any more.

But I have to go, right?

So do I.

Take a photo?

Of um...me and André...together.

Maybe you can email it to me.

Sure.

(Shutter clicks)

(Clattering)

What was that?

It's probably just a...

a fox.

(Clattering, glass splintering)

It's a big fucking fox, man.

(All gasp)

It's fine, it's just my brother.

Hiya!

Didn't think to maybe call?

I know how big you are on phone calls.

(Chuckles)

This is Mischa from my office.

Your office?

I just thought I'd show her the house.

So you broke in?

We didn't break in!

I'm completely in love with this house.

It's late-17th century, actually.

Mischa just won an award.

She...won an award.

Yeah, it was built for a city merchant as a country retreat.

Then the city just spread, swallowing it up.

- So sad. - I know.

Didn't realise you were having a late one.

I'd have brought a bottle.

Who are these cats?

Well...Prrt!

That outfit is just killer.

Let's hope so.

Right, let's throw on some tunes and get our rave on.

I'm gonna get the fuck out of here.

Is that an American accent?

Shit, of course!

You're the um...

(Imitates shot gun firing)

(Chuckles)

I'm Carter's brother.

MISCHA: Look, a baby!

(Mews)

I always thought this place

would make for a savage after-party.

It's not an after-party. It's not any kind of party.

Whose baby is that? Bit of a fucking downer,

bringing a baby to a party.

Nice.

What?

There'll come a day soon when you realise

the world doesn't spin entirely for your benefit.

That's when the fun really starts.

Keep your shirt on, I'm leaving right now.

Look...

I've freaked out on you a few times.

And I hit you with my car.

So I figure you deserve your shot.

(Horn toots)

Does anyone know where I can plug in an iPod?

My cab's here.

No? OK, I've got the drinks. I'll sort the music too.

I'll do everything.

He's like some weird experiment from the '60s.

ELLIOT: I've got it. Libra?

- I'm really sorry. - I shouldn't have left you.

MISCHA: Scorpio. - That's what I said first!

My brother insisted on taking me round the block in his new car.

(Laughs)

TV: We can do anything we want.

Um...you never said why Aaron did send you round.

I don't know Aaron that well.

I do know he's not a very good actor.

Well, that's a mean thing to say.

I just mean that... if he tries to,

you should let him tell you himself.

Good luck with the call.

(Exhales)

(Door slams)

- Coo-ee! - (Yowls)

(Cricket commentary on TV)

I have to say, it was rather lovely

coming back and you being here.

Even spread-eagled, unconscious on the sofa.

Thank you.

Maybe you should stay a bit longer?

Maybe just till I get back on my feet.

Oh, no, you can't stay that long.

So, how was it?

You're back early, aren't you?

Unless I slept for two days.

Paris?

Well, it's not...

Well, it's not home, is it?

Oh, er...when you've finished that food,

would you be a darling and trot down to the shops for me?

There seem to be a few things we're out of.

Including some extremely expensive Italian wine.

You have one new message.

AARON: OK, that piece of paper I gave you,

I know, it's not Kelly's number.

It is my email address so you can send me that photo.

But I do want to give it to you. You should call her.

I think it'll probably clear your mind.

Are you ready?

07700 900431.

And if you didn't get it, then rewind the message.

That's Kelly. OK, goodbye.

VOICEMAIL: To return the call, key 5.

To save, key 2.

To delete, key 8.

Message deleted.

Hello, Carter.

Kelly.

Hi.

Hey, how are you?

I'm good. How are you?

- You look well. - Yeah, I'm fine.

You look well too.

I am.

This is kind of crazy!

How have you been?

Well, um...

I'm engaged.

I've been meaning to tell you, I just hadn't really...

No.

These last weeks have been a whirlwind.

I imagine, with all the... everything.

The ring's lovely. Very uh...

..diamondy.

Two carats.

- I saw your brother yesterday. - No way?

Yeah, on the tube.

How did he seem?

He seemed OK.

I mean, we just stopped for a brief chat.

We were both busy so...

Um...hey.

Um...it was really great to see you.

You too.

Congratulations.

That almost sounded like you meant it.

Congratulations.

First one was better.

I'm sure I'll see you around.

- Yeah, probably. - Yeah.

How are you?

Are you good? Is life good and everything?

I'm...you know...existing.

Things are great.

Thank you.

Good.

You take care.

JOSE GONZALEZ: Heartbeats

One night to be confused

One night to speed up truth

We had a promise made

Four hands and then away

Both under influence

We had divine scent

To know what to say

Mind is a razor blade

To call for hands of above

To lean on

Wouldn't be good enough

For me, no

One night of magic rush

The start, a simple touch

One night to push and scream

And then relief

Ten days of perfect tunes

The colours red and blue

We had a promise made

We were in love

To call for hands of above

To lean on

Wouldn't be good enough

For me, no

To call for hands of above

To lean on

Excuse me. Is this the way to Jenny's office?

Yeah, just that way.

You knew the hand of the devil

(Music stops abruptly)

I'm here to see Jenny.

To give her these flowers.

And ask her...

Excuse me, is this Jenny's office?

Yeah, she phoned in sick.

Been up all night, apparently.

Vomiting.

You don't have her number, do you?

Yeah.

Oh, here he is, the baby maniac.

Oh, what a bloody night that was.

And you, you dark horse...

Bloody hell.

- Not a wink. - Nickers.

Getting too old for this shit on a school night.

Listen, something's come across my desk this morning,

might be right up your street.

I'll call you later.

What exactly is my street?

Well, just, maybe er...

Definitely, yeah. I'll call you.

Shit.

(Ringing tone)

JENNY: Hello?

Hi.

It's Carter.

Hey.

How are you?

Good...I think.

I dunno, really. (Chuckles)

- We just needed some... - (Signal cuts out)

(Signal repeatedly cutting out)

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Jenny? You're just breaking up a bit.

Sorry, got bad signal in my flat.

- Hello? - Hello?

Hello?

Hang on, I'll just get to my window. Are you still there?

Yeah, I... (Signal cuts out)

Can you hear me now?

- Carter? - Oh, that's a bit better.

Where are you calling from?

- A phone box. - Wow, old school!

Yeah, my phone died.

It feels good, actually. A nice weight to the receiver.

- Important. - Yeah.

Very.

So you just missed my grand romantic gesture.

Oh, no, not flowers, I hope?

Well, your office seemed very impressed.

You should probably ask them about it.

I might not get the chance. I've just resigned.

What? No way!

You can't just moan. You have to do, don't you?

Anyhow, you make unemployment seem kind of fun.

Thanks for calling.

I only put 50p in, so it'll have to be quite quick.

Aren't you ever the charmer?

SBTRKT: Trials Of The Past

So young, so how were you to know know, know?

You're a carrier, a carrier of the light inside of you

Glows green in the pitch black night, night, night

Can't tell anyone, anyone

It's hurting you

So hold it in, cover up, pull up your sheets, your sheets

A torpedo cruising in the ocean

And soon it's due

So I got to sit up

Sit up, oh, up

For my heart to come down

Down, down, down, down

So I got to sit up

Up, up, oh, up

For my heart to come down

Down, down, down, down

The ghoulish entities

They come floating through the walls

Ghostly enemies

They come floating through your door

And the ghoulish entities

They come floating through the walls

From the past, from the past,

And they're somewhere right before you

Like the Ghost of Christmas Past

I was always floating around the ci-i-ty

Going with the flow without ever knowing where I wanna be

So I got into crazy situa-a-tions

A loyal soldier who acts, who acts, who acts

But never asks

Why am I flying on my back, my back?

With the moon looking down, down, down, down, down

Where's my band? Where's anything at all, all, all?

And why's the ceiling going

Black, black, black, black, black?

The ghoulish entities

They come floating through the walls

Ghostly enemies

They come floating through your door

And the ghoulish entities

They come floating through the walls

From the past, from the past,

And they're somewhere right before you

Like the Ghost of Christmas Past

No, that hurts

And anything's coming unless you go

And you can't break the chasing ghosts, ghosts, ghosts

So much so

When they come back but never ask

At your side, at your soul

When they come back but never ask

The ghoulish entities

They come floating through the walls

Ghostly enemies

They come floating through your door

And the ghoulish entities

They come floating through the walls

From the past, from the past,

And they're somewhere right before you

Like the Ghost of Christmas Past

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