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[somber music]

[music intensifies]

[Jack] Do you ever look
down at me from the sky?

I look up at you.

I imagine you
through the clouds.

I imagine you have wings,

and instead of falling that day,

you flew away,

somewhere beautiful.

Somewhere far away from here.

I hope you're peering through
the clouds right now, watching.

Can you hear me?

This is for you.

[explosion]

[birds cawing]

[Jack panting]

[fire crackling]

[music fades]

[breathing heavily]

[cars humming]

[pensive music]

[floorboard creaks]

[bag rustling]

[mouse squeaks]

[dog barking]

[shower water rushing]

[sighs]

Ah, fuck.

[panting]

[whimpering]

[groans]

[sobs]

[pills rattling]

[hangers clanging]

[floorboard creaks]

[liquid sloshing]

[bag rustling]

[glass shards clattering]

[shoe scuffing]

[bag rustling]

[crow cawing]

[reporter] Darby fire crews
have been tackling a blaze

which erupted at a local pub
just before dawn this morning.

Police are looking for a man
who was seen fleeing the area

shortly after
the blaze broke out...

[dog barking]

...at this time it's believed

that no one was in the building.

However, the cause of the fire

is being treated as suspicious.

It's been said that the fire
started in the back room...

[phone ringing]

[reporter speaking faintly]

[phone beeps]

Hi, Victor, this is Susan
from the agency.

Traffic's a nightmare
but we will be there shortly.

I stopped by last night
but you were sleeping

so I put some fresh milk
in the fridge for you.

Anyway, I just wanted to give
you an update. Cheers, now.

[phone beeps]

[pensive music]

[record static crackling]

[breathing heavily]

[dog barking]

[door creaking open]

[rustling]

[opens wardrobe hastily]

[door slams shut]

[floorboard creaks]

[opens wardrobe hastily]

Fuck, fuck! Jesus Christ!

[panting]

Is this your house?

Hm?

You called the police?

You got someone
else living here, hm?

Hiding from me too? Do you?

Lurking around?
[screaming] Do you?

Answer me!

[Victor panting]

I thought this place was seized.

[gravel crunching]

Shit!

[pensive music]

[car rumbling]

Fuck, fuck.

You're going to act
like you ain't seen me.

[Victor panting]

Where can I hide?

[screaming] Answer me! Speak!

Fuck it, you're coming with me.

[wheelchair creaking]

[knife thuds]

[ominous music]

[whispering] Don't move.

[door unlatches]

[door slams]

Oh, God,
it's like a dungeon in here.

Can you smell a cigarette?
[sniffing]

Well, I can smell something odd.

I didn't know he smoked.

Well, he's got
to do something, ain't he?

Anything to pass the time.

Ah, or kill himself.

[curtains rustling]

My Marvin's on
a pack a day almost,

I keep telling him,

"You live like that,

there won't be
much living at all."

[Rosa chuckles]

[Susan]
Where is he, anyway?

Aw, look, here he is.

Oh, he's out like a light,
isn't he?

[Susan] He hasn't
moved since last night.

He's breathing, right?

Yeah, he's breathing heavily
like a little old bloke.

As long as we don't have to
repeat of that Andrew situation.

I can't believe he were dead
all that time. [laughing]

We should have realized
when he didn't wake up

and make remarks about our tits.

Oh, what a dirty bugger he were.

[Rosa] He left a right
old inheritance, though.

We should have let him
touch our tits,

we might've got a bit out of it.

But let's make this quick,
shall we? I'll make the beds,

you do the dishes and we'll
be out before he wakes up.

Oh, we should just change
his clothes quickly though,

- shouldn't we?
- Well, we changed them yesterday, didn't we?

Oh, I don't know.

No, it was
the other day I think.

No, he'll be all right
until tomorrow.

We'll be finished here
quickly, won't we?

We'll be back in a jiffy.

All right.

[bedding rustling]

[object thudding]

[pensive music]

[phone buzzing]

Hello?

Hello.

[Tony speaking faintly]

No, I'm just cleaning that
house I was telling you about.

[Tony speaking faintly]

Uh-huh.

Yeah, so am I seeing
you tonight then?

[Tony speaking faintly]

[laughing] I bet you would.

[Tony speaking faintly]

So, same hotel, yeah?

Well, I don't think
she'll get suspicious

if you're half
an hour late, Tony.

Well, I don't know,
say the traffic's bad.

Well, say the roads are blocked,

I don't know,
use your imagination,

I'm getting a little
tired of this,

you know that
I've got needs as well...

- So the window's broken in there.
- What?

- Where?
- In the kitchen.

I'm going to have
to call you back.

I felt cold air coming in
and lifted up the blinds

and the window were broken.

What, the whole window?

No, just a hole,
I mean a medium sized hole.

You know, it was probably the
wind from last night, wasn't it?

I don't think it were
that strong, do you?

Well, there were branches
all up my road this morning.

[Susan] I've just covered it
over with a bit of sellotape.

[Rosa sighs]
That'll do the trick.

You don't suspect there's
been a break in, do you?

I don't think anyone
would want to break in here.

[Susan] Right,
should we call to get it fixed, then?

[Rosa] Well,
it's going to cost about 200 quid

to get that repaired probably.

[Susan] Blimey,
he doesn't have money like that.

No, the council
won't pay for it either.

No, best thing to do
is board it up

and then I'll bring something
more sturdy tomorrow.

[Susan]
All right then.

He's fine though, right, yeah?

[Rosa]
He hasn't moved a muscle.

[Susan]
Right, well, dishes are done.

That's it, then.

Do you know what?
I could use a stiff drink.

Why, what's happened?

Well, Tony's put me
in a right old bad mood.

He keeps talking about his wife.

[Susan] Oh,
maybe he's finally feeling guilty.

[Rosa] Well,
he should have thought about that

a couple of months ago,
shouldn't he?

[Susan laughing] Yeah.

So, where are you meeting him?

[Rosa] I don't know.
I thought the hotel

but he's not interested.

I don't know. He's worried,
worried.

[Susan]
What about?

[door latches]

[engine rumbling]

[pensive music]

[wheelchair rattling]

So, what were you planning
to do with this, hm?

What, are you going
to open me up like a letter?

So, who else comes here then,
hm?

[screaming] No, no, no, no,
you ain't leaving my sight.

Fucking hell, go on then.

[Jack sighs]

[lighter flicks]

[zipper zipping]

[urine splashing]

[somber music]

[Mackie] And then there were
Darby and now there's here.

[Jack]
Shit, bro,

you've been to nearly
as many homes as me.

So, why don't no one like you?

Maybe I don't like them.

Yeah, I get that.

What's your name?

Jack.

Mine's Mackie, Mack for short.

You don't snore, do you?

Like an old man, mate.

Well, that
crazy woman downstairs,

she says this room
will be mine soon anyways

because you're going to juvie.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, she hopes.

One more of this
and then I'm going.

[lighter flicks]

[background upbeat music]

But that ain't happened yet.

Well, she said to be
careful with my stuff

because you've
got sticky fingers.

Only when I have
fried chicken, bro.

[chuckles]

You're in the bottom of my bunk.

All right, fucking hell.

[dial tone]

[urine splashing]

[zipper zipping]

[Jack]
Hi, it's me.

[Larry] You know,
they saw something on C.C.T.V.

[Jack] No, there weren't no
C.C.T.V, I made sure of it.

[Larry]
Where are you right now, anyway?

Somewhere they ain't
going to find me, okay?

Don't need to worry about that.

So it worked out
all right, then?

[sighs] Yeah, yeah,
no it was good.

I owe you one.

I weren't sure that it would

work out like that to be honest.

Well, it did and I...

[whispering] ...I,
I tell you what,

it was a fucking
hefty explosion at that.

I'm going to stay here for a
couple of days, wait it out.

When everything's died down
you come and get me

and take me to London.

All right, I got to go.

[hangs up]

[Jack] What are you looking
at, out there?

Hm?

There ain't nothing out there.

You keep to yourself,

keep quiet,

and I won't bother you.

You got that?

[louder] Have you got that?

You ain't seen nothing,

you don't know nothing.

[Jack sighs]

[lighter flicks]

[pensive music]

Fucking hell.

[alarm beeping]

What the fuck is this?

[pills rattling]

[reporter speaking faintly]

In other news,
a hunt is underway

for a man who was last seen

fleeing Fox and Hounds Pub

shortly after it
fell victim to arson.

The pub which is located
at the south end of Darby

was destroyed after
a fire broke out

just before dawn.

A Caucasian male of medium build

was seen loitering
in the woods close by to...

[TV clicks]

[pensive music]

[siren wailing]

[floorboard creaks]

[wheelchair rattling]

[Mackie] No, I almost had
him in a headlock, though.

Yeah?

I'm not saying you didn't but,

you're puny.

You don't want to be
fucking with blokes bigger.

- I ain't puny.
- Especially not the first week of school, all right?

You are fucking puny.

Look at the state of your arm.

What they feed you in Darby?

[Mackie]
Right on a pub,

bangers every night.

[Jack]
Yeah? Why'd you leave then?

Yeah, worst place in the world.

Why is that?

I don't know.

Well, you know what they say.

Sometimes out of the bad
comes the good.

Some fucking liar made that up.

[chuckles]

Hm, can I have one?

How old are you?

What's it fucking matter to you?

You've got a big mouth for a little
fellow, haven't you?

That's what
my real dad used to say.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Where's he now?

Jail.

Yeah, mine too.

What's yours in there for?

- Murder.
- Fucking hell.

I ain't getting
on the wrong side of you.

Nah,

I ain't nothing like him.

He's got enemies
everywhere that man...

no sense.

In and out of prison.

If I went to prison,
I'd just be bait.

Hm.

Can you light it for me?

What are you a fucking puss?

Shut up.

- Turn it around.
- Oh.

There you go.
Put that one in that way.

- Ready?
- Ready.

[lighter flicking]

- [coughing]
- [chuckles]

[groans]

Steady.

- [grimaces]
- [laughs]

Where'd you get them
trainers from?

[laughing]

I nicked them.

I thought you said
you weren't going to jail?

Oh, I ain't going,
you know, I'm 17,

so I still got another year
at the books, really.

Oh.

Nick me some too, then.

Why would I do that?

Because I'm your little
brother now, ain't it?

Yeah, maybe, but... maybe.

[pensive music]

[burner ticking]

[objects clattering]

[TV chattering]

[exhales]

[cupboard slams]

What you staring at?

Hold still.

Still.

You're a sneaky little fucker,
aren't you?

Hm?

I don't trust old men like you.

[whispering]
I don't trust no one.

What's this then, hm?

Speech impaired,

autistic,

asthmatic, prone to seizures.

I knew there was
something off with you.

[smirks]

[pensive music]

Better keep your wits
about you then.

That's right.

Better behave now.

You're nothing more

than a puppet on a string.

[pensive music]

[Susan]
He's been ever so quiet lately.

[Rosa]
As opposed to what?

The lengthy chats
we normally have with him?

Oh, you know what I mean.

He's been sleeping a lot.

He seems slightly down.
Do you think he's depressed?

[Rosa] No,
I don't think he thinks like that.

Look, I've seen his chart.

He's got the brain of a child.

[Susan] It's hard to believe
though, isn't it?

I mean, look at him.

He seems so much more complex.

Well, he's old, isn't he?
I mean, age makes you look wise.

[Susan] There are things I
find around the house, though.

You know, books
with little notes in them and,

and then there was a crossword
done in the paper the other day.

Well, maybe he had a visitor.

[Susan]
The guy's got no family, though.

You know,
no emergency contacts.

Well, I don't know,
maybe he had a neighbor around.

[Susan]
Oh, God knows.

- Do you fancy a cuppa?
- Yes, I'd love one.

Would you like a cup of tea,
Victor?

Come on, give me a nod
or a shake of the head.

Come on, you can be
more responsive than that.

[Rosa] Don't bother with
him, Susan, seriously.

You got more chance
of seeing pigs fly, mate.

[sighs]

Oh, he must be hungry.

Yeah, he hardly touched
that soup I left him earlier.

They're stopping
the cars in Oxley, still?

- Yeah, I think so.
- Hm.

They still haven't found
that mother and daughter.

- Oh, awful, that.
- Yeah.

- But two days missing you expect the worst, don't you?
- Hm.

[Rosa]
They should check the husband,

- it's always the husband.
- Hm.

[Susan] Did you hear about
that pub that exploded

- a few towns over?
- Oh, I know.

[Susan] He worked on the
church on a Sunday, the owner.

He was a good man.

- Yeah, I know.
- Good as gold.

Who the hell blows up
a bloody pub though, eh?

I mean there could be people
in it for Christ's sake.

[Susan] I think that was
probably the point, love.

- [tea splashing]
- [Rosa] Oh, now come on, Victor,

- What'd you do that for, eh?
- Come on now, I haven't finished my tea.

[Rosa] Oh God,
he always does it, doesn't he?

[Susan]
Always. [sighs]

Come on then,
let's get this shirt off.

Right, come on, up you get.

[Rosa]
There you go, love.

[Susan]
There you go.

Looks like somebody
forgot where his mouth was, eh?

[Rosa] You got to wonder who all
these people are, haven't you?

For a lonely old man he's got an
awful lot of photos, hasn't he?

[Susan] Aw, they've probably
all passed though, haven't they?

Oh, it's sad that,

looking at all their faces,

the old memories.

Poor love.

[Rosa] See, I think the council
should move him into a home.

There's people like my sister
who'd love a house like this:

Bit of garden,
space for the kiddies.

- It's wasted on him.
- [Susan] Hm.

Oh, here Victor, look,
you dropped this, mate.

Ooh. [chuckles].

Hey, Susan, "He's here."

Who is here?

[Rosa chuckles]

Will you look at that?

Writing on
the Queen's bloody head.

Shame on him.

Yeah, well,
shame on this generation.

- Is he done yet?
- Yeah, he should be.

Cheerio, Victor.

- Get off me.
- [groans]

[engine rumbling]

[pensive music]

[reporter chattering faintly]

[Jack panting]

"He's here."

Did you write
that about me, hey?

You're dumb, ain't you?

You are, aren't you?
You're thick.

Fucking retard.

[curtains rustling]

You do that again,
I'll fucking smother you

with a fucking pillow!

[mumbling] Fucking hell, I'll
fucking stick him with his...

[reporter speaking faintly]

...reported smelling fumes

and saw smoke coming
from the first floor.

It's been said
that the fire star...

[screaming]
Don't fucking cross me!

[reporter speaking faintly]

[ominous music]

Look at you now.

Look at you now.

[groaning]

You do that again...

[panting]

[coughing]

Fuck! [groans]

- [panting]
- [reporter chattering]

[breathing heavily] Fuck.

Don't make me do that again.

[reporter] In other news
a five-year-old girl

and her mother
have been reported missing.

They were last seen
by a neighbor leaving their home

a little before eight a.m.
this morning...

[somber music]

[siren wailing]

[Jack exhales]

[Larry] There's been fires up
and down my street all day, too.

First they thought it might've
been a terrorist attack

or something like that.

Yeah, but it weren't that!

Nah, and they figured
that much out.

But the problem now is
that little girl and her mum

disappeared on the same day
as the pub explosion.

So?

Well...

they reckon you're connected,

that that ain't
just a coincidence.

It is a fucking coincidence,
I've never met them in my life.

[struggling]

Believe me all right,
I'm not that kind of guy!

[Victor groaning]

[thud]

[Larry]
What was that?

[groaning]

Oh, fucking hell.

[panting]

Here, let me help you.

[grunting]

[grunts]

[panting]

[wheelchair rattling]

Oi, where you going?

[water rushing]

[somber music]

[grunts]

[water splashing]

[TV chattering]

[muffled dog barking]

[elevator clanking]

All right, don't tell
no one about this place.

[door opening]

It's my little spot.

It's where I come,

- yeah?
- [Mackie] Yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

[Mackie laughs]

Come.

[somber music]

Kings of the city up here.

[Mackie]
Whoa.

[whispering] Hey.

[spits]

[laughing]

[urine splashing]

[laughing]

[reporter]
999 if you see anyone suspicious

and police have urged
not to approach him

as he may be armed
and dangerous.

Officers are searching Darby

and the surrounding
areas tonight,

including a male suspect

who was last seen loitering

outside the Fox and Hounds Pub

shortly after
it fell victim to arson.

The suspect is said
to be in his late teens,

medium build and has a tattoo

on the outside of his neck.

It's been confirmed
that the pub landlord

died in hospital earlier today

from injuries
sustained in the blast.

The husband and father of two...
[indistinct]

...morning locals today,
and questions are circulating

on why his pub was a target.

[thudding]

[pensive music]

[thud]

What the fuck are you doing?

Mm?

Are you trying to push me?

What's this?

What the fuck have
you got in here, eh?

What are you fucking hiding?

Fuck!

Don't make me do it,
don't fucking make me do it!

Do you want me to hurt you?

Is that it? Do you?

You're fucking mad.

[sighs]

Fucking mad.

[somber music]

[faint T.V. chatter]

[coughing]

[train whirring]

[upbeat music playing
from headphones]

Where do I know you from?

What?

Where do I know you from?

I don't know, I've never
seen you before in my life.

That's funny,

because I could have sworn
you were staring at me

like you thought you knew me.

Staring?

I ain't staring at no one,
you were staring at me.

What are you listening to?
Drum and bass?

- Can I hear it?
- Maybe.

Let's have a listen.

[upbeat music]

- You like this crap?
- All right, done then.

What's your tattoo say?

"Lost boy."

"Lost boy," why, are you lost?

Ain't we all?

I ain't.

Oh, you got it all
figured out, do you?

Well, how about you
give me your number then?

Maybe I've got a boyfriend.
Ever think about that?

Yeah, I did think about that
and I thought I was probably

better looking
and more charming.

All right, fine.

Here, charm me then, go on,
put your number in.

Calm down.

[chuckles]

[female announcer] The next
station is Stafford Road.

[male announcer] Mind the gap
between the train and the platform.

Save you in there
as "Lost Boy," yeah?

Yeah, you do that.

Don't forget to call me, yeah?

All right, all right.

Calm down.

[train whirring]

[train rattling]

- [dog barking]
- [engine rumbling]

[sighs] Here we go then.

[Rosa]
Where is he?

- [Susan] Oh, he's in here.
- [Rosa] Oh.

[Susan and Rosa]
Morning, Victor.

- [Susan] How are you?
- [Rosa] Oh, it stinks in here.

He hasn't pissed
himself again, has he?

Oh, we'll have a look.

-All right.

No, no, he's fine.

I'll just put the kettle on.

You're fine, aren't you?

[Susan]
Now, that's all done there.

- So, I'll put it there.
- [Rosa] All right.

Go into the other room.

See if there's any
cups in there still.

[Susan]
Should we put him to bed?

[Rosa] Oh, no,
let's just leave him in the chair.

I put my back out last night.

- [Susan] Did you? How'd you manage that?
- [Rosa] It was Tony.

Yeah, his wife stopped having sex
with him a couple of months ago

so he's taking all his
sexual aggression out on me.

[Susan]
Oh, good grief.

[Rosa]
Best sex I've ever had, though.

Don't you find it stressful?

You know,
all this sneaking around

behind your partners back?

Well, it's really expensive,

what with all
the hotels and everything.

We did it in the car last night.

That's why I'm walking
like a cripple today.

[both chuckle]

That's nice, that bracelet,
is it new?

[Rosa] Oh, no, it's a family
heirloom actually, it's an antique.

- [Susan] Is it?
- [Rosa] I got it appraised the other day.

It's worth more
than I thought it was.

- [Susan] Oh.
- [spits]

[Rosa]
Hey, spitting now? Cheeky.

Oh, he's slowly disintegrating,
isn't he?

Poor thing.

[hangers rattling]

[pensive music]

What was that?

Did you hear a noise
coming from the wardrobe?

Yeah.

Maybe it's that mouse
that's back.

- [Susan] Oh.
- [Rosa] I'll get it out with this.

- Look, here, look.
- [Susan] Oh, no, don't, don't.

Don't open it, it might run out.

Oh, God, Victor!

What are you doing?

- Just get him up.
- Jesus, oh.

Well, at least he's breathing.

He's fine now, fuck me, my back.

- [Susan] Jesus.
- [Rosa] Come on, let's just go.

All right,
I've had enough anyway.

[Susan]
See you tomorrow, Victor.

[Rosa]
Fucking twat.

[door latches]

[wheelchair rattling]

[wardrobe opening]

[engine rumbling]

Why didn't you grouse on me?

Hm?

[pensive music]

[urine splashing]

That's not loaded.

All right, all right, all right,
all right, all right.

For Christ sake...

So where'd you get it, then?

Hm?

There ain't nothing
more powerful

than holding a gun, is there?

[objects clattering]

Make you feel like a king,
does it?

Hey?

[wheelchair rattling]

I told you not
to leave my sight.

[door latches]

[pensive music]

[girl laughing]

[gentle music]

[water splashing]

[breathing heavily]

[knock on door]

[letter slot clinking]

[reporter speaking faintly]

[pants]

In other news,
a search is still underway

for a missing mother
and daughter

who were last seen four days ago

in the town of Darby.

Locals met
at the church yesterday

to organize search parties.

[somber music]

[hand thuds]

[reporter speaking faintly]

Locals have been asked
to stay out of the woods...

Officers are searching Darby
and surrounding areas tonight.

The hunt for a male suspect

who was last seen loitering
outside the Fox and Hound Pub...

What the fuck?

[objects rustling]

[pensive music]

[mouse squeaks]

[girl laughing]

[dog barking]

You've got everyone fooled,
don't you?

The poor old man.

[whispering]
The poor pathetic old man.

But you,

you ain't what you claim.

Are you?

In no way, are you?

So what is it, hm?

So what is it you're looking for
when you look out that window?

Hm?

What you hiding from?

- [rustling]
- [Jack] Oh, fucking hell. What's this for?

Oh,

would you look at that.

Go on, then.

Stop it.

[grunts]

Oh, fucking hell,
there's another one.

You're a sneaky old man,
aren't you?

You got all these little
cubbies, little secrets.

So, go on.

What is it?

What are you hiding?

[Jack smirks]

Come on.

I ain't going to grouse on you.

I might even be able
to help you.

Might be able
to help each other.

Maybe we ain't that different.

Why you scream in your sleep?

Are you scared of something?

So, what is it?

- What are you...
- [mouse squeaking]

[screaming] Fucking hell!

- Fucking rodent prick.
- [laughs]

Oh, that's funny is it?
Yeah, yeah, that's funny.

Fucking hell.

Fucking hell.

How do you live like this?
This is bullshit.

[Jack sighs]

[somber music]

[faint T.V. chatter]

I took four trains to get here
today. It took me three hours.

Oh, as you should
to see your mother.

Three hours?

Where they got you
living these days?

- London.
- London?

Hm.

Excuse me.

Look at you
with the golden ticket.

Well, I'm sure you're living
in better quarters than this.

[birds chirping]

Right shit hole this is.

This is good for you.

Oh, yeah... [gasps]

...treating me like a second
class citizen, they are.

The new room's all right.

Got a foster brother there, too.

Well, family ain't
family unless it's blood.

Don't you go
forgetting that now.

I can see a change in you.

[exhales] Who's the bird?

There is someone.

Maybe.

What's her name?

It's Lucy.

Lucy.

[birds chirping]

Is Lucy a good girl?

Yeah.

Yeah?

What you going to do
with that then, eh?

A good girl?

I mean,
I were a good girl once...

and look at me now, huh?

This is your father's doing,
this is.

You don't want to end up
like your father, mate.

He and I ain't nothing alike.

Scars all down
my back there's been.

Scars on my heart, too.

I can't see you
acting any different.

[gasps]

I'm telling you.

You best let her go now.

[whispering]

You start acting
crazy like he were.

Yeah.

You take any advice
from your mother,

you take that.

Or in ten years time

you'll be coming
to visit her in here too.

[indistinct]

Especially by midnight, yeah?

[dial tone]

[Lucy]
Hello?

Hello?

Jack...

is that you?

[somber music]

Jack?

Are you not going
to say anything?

[Lucy speaking faintly]

[Jack groans]

[water dripping]

[birds chirping]

[gravel crunching]

[pensive music]

[Jack]
Fuck.

[Rosa]
Got it all wrapped up then.

Here he is.

Good morning, Victor.

[chuckles]

He's got the brain
of a five-year-old

so don't expect him
to understand anything.

Fair enough.

So, Victor, I'm David Barrow.

I run the elderly
home at Kenley.

Yeah, we're going to move
you into a home, Victor.

It's for the best.

So, I would suggest
anything important,

memories, et cetera,
you put them aside

and we'll make sure
they're all packed up for you,

all right?

Are you sure he can't talk?

I told you he can't,
he's a mute.

What's happening to all
the rest of this stuff?

It will get donated, sold on.

Council usually
sort all that out.

Where's his family?

No one really knows.

No family at all?

One of us tried to trace them.

The house is
under a Rita Brenner,

she says he's an old friend
of her deceased mother

but that's all
the information we've got.

- [David] Dreadful.
- [Rosa] Mm-hm.

But we'll take good care of you,
Victor, all right?

Well, I think that's about it,
isn't it?

I think you've covered it,
David.

Let's get you back up there
shall we, Victor? Come on.

[wheelchair rattling]

So, Victor...

remember to put out
all your belongings

like David mentioned, yeah?

- [grunts]
- Hey? Oh, you want that?

- [pensive music]
- Oh.

- [grunts]
- Wait a minute.

[grunting]

Let go of my arm.

Let go.

- Just stop it!
- [grunting]

Everything all right in there?

Yeah, we're fine, thanks.

We'll see you tomorrow then,
Victor.

[grunting and panting]

[David]
Goodbye then, Victor.

[door latches]

[Victor panting]

[Jack]
That can't be good.

Get away from me!

[suspenseful music]

[siren wailing]

What was that, hey?

What was that?
Come on, fucking spit it out.

[spits]

You, dirty fucker.

[spits]

Come on, talk,
fucking talk then.

- You were fucking talking before, hey?
- [gun cocks]

[gasping] See,
if you were going to shoot me,

you would have done it already.
Do you think I'm fucking stupid?

There's a fucking reason
you haven't done me in yet.

Hm?

So, what is it?

What are you hiding?

Huh?

What are you?

A crook?

Money launderer?

Gangster?

No.

You ain't got the balls.

You're a creepy little old...

- [gunshot]
- Shit! Fuck, fuck!

[breathing heavily] Fuck.

Okay, calm down.

I take it back.

All right? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, okay?

[indistinct]

Come on, take it.

Hm?

And tomorrow...

you will clean my blood
from off your hands.

My sticky blood...

from under your fingernails.

For weeks...

I will stain your fingernails

and you will realize
you are like the man

who climbs to the top
of the mountain

and longs for the floor.

[chuckles]

You're a coward.

Coward boy.

So, come on.

Take it.

Come and shoot.

[suspenseful music]

[sighs]

If you were going to kill me,

you would have done
so before now.

[panting]

[siren wailing]

[panting]

[somber music]

[Victor speaking in German]

[girl laughing]

Look, you're not that far from
me, just come pick me up now.

[Larry] Listen,
I can't be involved no more.

All right? It's got way bigger
than what it were meant to.

Now, I paid you
to look out for me.

And I did, you said
you wanted to fuck up a pub

and I helped you with that.

But the deal,

the deal was
to drive me to London.

Now, I've got
no one else to call out.

I ain't going to jail, bro.

You've got half of
Scotland Yard after you,

and now, with this mother
and daughter hiccup, too.

Hiccup, what fucking hiccup,
I got nothing to do with them!

But you do.

No, I don't.

Yeah, you do.

Check the news, bro.

[reporter] Walked into
Darby early that morning

to pick up a classmate
of Rachel's.

It's been thought that Rachel,
who was five,

needed to use the bathroom,

so they entered the closed pub

moments before
the pub explosion.

Her memorial traveled
by the playground

where she used to play,
by the pond

which she loved
to feed the birds,

by her elementary school...

- [Jack sobbing]
- [pensive music intensifies]

[sobbing] There wasn't
going to be anyone there!

[Jack sobbing]

- [girl laughing]
- [siren wailing]

[wings flapping]

[explosion rumbling]

[vomiting]

[somber music]

[Jack]
One for you and one for me.

Nicked them
from the corner shop.

Oh, mate, you're an idiot,

there is cameras
all up in the stores.

[Jack]
Well, I ain't caught, am I?

Well, I'm just saying,
if you go back to juvie,

I'm stuck here with
that crazy bitch downstairs.

Don't stress,
I ain't going to juvie, mate.

Mm, I'll give you my word, yeah?

My word is golden.

I'm a golden boy, eh?

Remember that.

I'll tell you what,
don't laugh but,

when I turn 18...

[burbs]

...I'm going to adopt you.

We can go wherever
the fuck we want, eh?

Don't have to listen
to that dumb bitch no more.

We can just do anything.

Oh, you're just pissed, mate.

That's my dream, that is.

How good would that be?

[grimaces]

[coughs]

All right, mate, take it easy.

[Jack chuckles]

I'll ask you a question.

Yeah, what?

What are these, though?

Are they cigarette marks?

Who gave them to you?

Huh?

Who gave you
the marks on your chest?

[Mackie sighs]

Mackie?

What?

[Mackie]
Are you looking at me?

[Jack]
What?

Are you looking at me?

Looking at my chest?

What are you talking about?

Are you looking at me?

Fuck, no. That...

Don't fucking look at me!

Stop it! Stop fucking staring
at me you fucking perv!

What is wrong with you?
What the fuck is wrong with you?

I ain't perving on you, fool!

Who do you think I am, eh?

I'd never d...

I'd never do that.

I'd fucking never do that!

Who do you think I am!
I'm your fucking brother.

I'm your brother.

Fuck.

[Jack panting]

[Jack] What the fuck was
all that about then, eh?

Who perved on you?

Obviously someone did.

- No one.
- Don't lie.

I've been through some fucking
shit myself, you know that!

Like this?

No.

There was a bloke
at the last home, he used to...

He used to belt me until I bled

and then some, and then
some more, and then more.

I almost died.

That guy in Darby,

the one that owned the pub,

was it him?

He perv on you?

[somber music]

Dirty fucking cunt.

We'll confront him, we'll do it
together, yeah? We'll...

We'll fucking, we'll...

No, no, no I don't want
to ever see him again.

[sobbing]

[somber music]

[pensive music]

[dial tone]

Rita speaking.

I need you to do me a favor.

Now what?

My watch has been stolen.

If they find it,

if they find out
where it came from,

it has on the back my initials.

Shit. Andrew's home.

I can't help you.

Don't call me back
and I mean it.

Wait, you can't...

- [sighs]
- [line humming]

[pensive music]

Bastard.

[speaking in German] Bastard!

[sobbing]

[solemn music]

[Mackie]
Can I ask you a question?

Do you ever get this feeling
inside or just...

this pain?

It's constant.

You can't feel it but like,

it's there
and it just bothers you,

and it's there
and it doesn't go away.

I've been like this forever.

And it's getting
to a point where I just...

You're going to be fine, huh?

[solemn music]

[Mackie sighs]

You got to be strong.

Everything is fucked up.

You've got to be strong.

Yeah? Look at me.

You'll be okay.

You'll be okay.

[gentle music]

[Mackie mumbling] Please, God,
make it go away, make me forget.

Make it disappear, please.

I can't take this no more.

I'm sick of it.

Please... make me forget.

Make it go away.

[Mackie speaking faintly]

I can't take it no more.

Please.

Make it go away.

Make me forget,
I can't take it no more.

Please, God.

Make it go away.

Make me forget.

Make it disappear, please.

Help me,
I can't take this no more.

Make me forget. I'm sick of it.

Please, I can't take it no more.

Make me forget.

Please...

[somber music]

[Dr. Khal]
Jack?

[Jack]
Miss...

it's bad enough being in juvie,

I don't need anger
fucking management.

You were warned about being
sent to juvie, though.

So, why did you
continue stealing?

Well, my little brother was...

he was feeling down so I just...

nicked him a pair
of shoes to cheer him up.

- It doesn't say here that you have a brother.
- Well, I do.

- What's his name?
- Mackie.

Look, can you tell
them out there

to give me my phone privileges?

He ain't go no one else but me
and I need to speak to him,

I need to make sure
he's doing all right.

I'm sure he can handle
a few days without you.

No, you don't get it.

He's in a bad place,
he's been through some shit

and he ain't tough like me.

He's been... crying a lot,

sometimes all night and I...

and he says things

that worry me.

I just need to speak to him.

Please, Miss.

[somber music]

[train rattling]

[dial tone]

[voicemail]
Hey, this is Mackie.

- I missed your call...
- [phone slams]

[line humming]

[Mackie] Well, this is the fifth
message I've sent you today,

surely they let you use
the phone in juvie,

or are you just
not answering my calls?

Anyway,
that crazy bitch downstairs,

yeah, well she locked me
in my room

- for 12 fucking hours.
- [thud]

I ain't got no one
to talk to either.

[Mackie sighs]

[somber music]

[sobbing]

[sighs]

[sobbing]
I can't take this anymore.

I can't take it anymore.

[exhales]

[laughing]

Come on!

Jump!

[Mackie]
Why me, huh?

- [Lucy] Come on!
- [Jack] Come on!

[Lucy]
Come on! Do it!

[music intensifies]

[Jack]
Come on!

[yelling]

[music stops]

[sobbing]

I should've been there.

I should've been there!

[Dr. Khal] You couldn't
have saved him, Jack.

[sobbing] Fuck!

[screaming]
I should've been there!

[sobbing]
I should've been there.

He was my brother.

[grunts]

[somber music]

[Jack]
Larry, it's me.

Pick up.

Don't leave me
stranded here, Lar.

It was an accident,

I made a mistake.

Please.

You get me out of here,
I fucking mean it.

[phone slams]

[fist thudding]

[solemn music]

[fist thudding]

I know what you're thinking,

can you trust me, right?

I'll tell you this.

I'll make it worth
your while if you do.

[boys chattering]

I'm Jack.

See you later.

[Larry]
Larry.

[boys chattering]

[gravel crunching]

[pensive music]

[Rosa]
Shh, shh, shh.

[Tony]
Oh, it fucking stinks in here.

[door latches]

[Rosa giggling] Shh, shh.

- [Tony speaking indistinctly]
- [Rosa laughing]

- Stop, listen.
- What?

- [Rosa] I've got...
- [Tony] What is it?

[Rosa]
I'm going to see if he's asleep.

Stay Tony, stay there now,
stay there now.

[Tony]
Let me come.

Send him my love.

[door creaking]

[Tony] You want me to
wait with him or not?

[Tony laughs]

- [Tony] Easy there.
- [Rosa laughs] What?

[Tony]
He's calling you a cab.

So this is better than a hotel,
isn't it?

- Cozy.
- Cheaper. [chuckles]

[cell buzzing]

Wait, wait, wait.

- [laughing]
- [cell buzzing]

It's the fucking jewelers again,
that's the third time today.

[Tony]
What are they bothering you for?

[Rosa]
I took that watch in.

The watch you got for me?

Yeah, I was going
to get it polished.

So?

Well, they called to ask
if I had any receipts for it

and I said, "I don't have a receipt
because it's a family watch."

And they said, "We need to check the history."
I said, "Well, there isn't any history

- because it's my grandad's watch."
- So, what was it all about?

And they'll tell me
when I want to get it

but I couldn't go today
because I got my nails done.

- Oh.
- It'll be fine.

It's a big misunderstanding.

We haven't got enough time,
come on.

[Tony]
Do a little lap dance for me.

- [Rosa] Oh, really?
- [Tony] Yeah.

Show me that sexy body.

[Rosa]
All right then.

Take your knickers off.

I'm not wearing any though,

am I?

[giggling]

[Tony grunts]

[kissing]

[Rosa moans]

[pensive music]

[dogs barking]

[moaning]

[wheelchair rattling]

[Rosa]
Oh, yeah.

- [Rosa] Oh, yeah.
- [Tony] Oh, my God.

[Rosa]
I know.

Oh, fuck!

[Tony groans]

Hi, Victor, I'm really sorry.

It won't happen again,
I'm so sorry...

Tony?

Jesus Christ!

Look, Victor, put that down.

Go back to bed, we'll go home

and it won't ever happen again,
I promise.

I promise it won't happen again.

Me too, we didn't mean it.

Honestly, Sir...

[music intensifies]

[gunshot]

[high pitched ringing]

[gunshot]

[objects clattering]

[heartbeat pounding]

[Jack panting]

[TV chattering]

[pensive music]

- [siren wailing]
- [police scanner chattering]

[Jack]
Shit!

[gasping]

Help me, fucking help me.

[sobbing]

Help me!

Get up and help me,
fucking help me!

Come on, fucking help me!

[Jack gasping]

[siren wailing]

[dial tone]

[Rita]
I said don't call me.

You're lucky Andrew's not here.

What do you want?

Why is it,
when I think of your mother,

I hear her voice
still in my head?

But...

with you, I have problem.

I forget the tone, the pitch.

I wonder what you look
like when you're speaking.

Do your eyes light up...

when you're smiling?

How do you look...

when you're happy,

sad,

puzzled?

These are things
I do not know and...

I've wished so much

that you would knock on my door

and let me see you.

[Rita]
That will never happen.

[siren wailing]

[pensive music]

[gasping]

[water splashing]

[Victor]
I let a man go once.

Right through my fingers,
he went.

He climbed under the wire.

I chased him,

caught him.

He was bleeding,

trembling.

And...

just that day,

I'd learned...

that I had a little girl.

She lived in England.

She was three years old.

And I thought,

"What would she want
in a father?"

Power or kindness?

So...

I let him go.

He flew away,

free.

[pensive music]

[reporter 1] The watch taken to a
jewelry shop yesterday afternoon...

[reporter 2] ...It's been confirmed
that a watch taken into...

[reporter 3] ...This jewelry
store yesterday afternoon

formerly belonged
to high ranking

S.S. Captain Klaus Oxman.

[multiple reporters]
S.S. Captain, Klaus Oxman.

[reporter 1] It's been
suspected for some time

that Oxman was
residing in England,

where he had fled
after World War II.

[reporter 2] The German
national was responsible

for the running of
a concentration camp in Poland...

[reporter 3] Running of a
concentration camp in Poland.

[reporter 1] Estimated number
of Jewish victims is 70,000.

[reporter 2] He was known by
survivors of the death camp

as "The Man Behind the Desk."

[reporter 1]
"The Man Behind the Desk."

[multiple reporters]
The devil.

Authorities have been
searching for Oxman...

[reporter 1] The watch had
his initials on the back

and was seen in many
historical photographs.

[somber music]

[Rita]
Don't you regret it?

[indistinct]

[gunshot]

[somber music]

[police scanner chattering]

[officer knocking]

Hello, it's the police,
anyone home?

[officer knocking]

Bit of a mess around here.

Hello?

No one in, mate.

Do you want to have
a look down the back?

Anybody here?

[Jack panting]

[siren wailing]

[dial tone]

[voicemail]
Hey, this is Mackie.

I missed your call,

but... maybe I'll call you back,

or maybe I won't.

Leave a message
and I'll catch you later, yeah?

Bye.

[somber music]

[sobbing]

[Mackie]
Bye.

[water splashing]

[music fades]

[gentle music]

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[somber music]