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Hallam!

You're dead! You're fucking dead!

Agh! I'll get my brother onto you!
Jen, come back! Wait!

Fucking pervert!

If that was a joke,
it wasn't very fucking funny!

And I would look out for her
brother. He's a fucking mentalist.

'Jen! Jen!'

I'll miss you. I hate you.
Can I take this? Yeah.

This can't still fit you, surely?
Get out of my room, Hallam.

Not going anywhere without these.
Hallam!

I'll take these and start putting
these back. Get out of my room. Ow!

Thank you.

To Australia and great adventures.

Happy anniversary, Dad and Verity.

Absent friends.
Absent friends.

Do you know
why we chose this restaurant?

It can't be the food.
I told you to have the veal.

It was here that Julius first asked
me to help manage the firm.

You mean...
when you were the secretary?

That's right, when I was his
secretary. I didn't know that.

That's because I said no.
I wasn't ready for it then.

But this afternoon, I put the same
question to Verity and she agreed.

Congratulations.

When was it you were first asked?

It must have been a couple of years
ago. And was that before or after?

It wasn't long before
your mother passed away.

Do you remember what happened later?

Your friend.
Oh, yes.

That same day,
an old boyfriend of mine calls up

and insists on taking me out for
dinner. Guess where he took me.

Imagine what
the staff must have thought.

They probably thought
you were a prostitute.

Probably.

Why don't you come to the pub?
No, thanks. Here's fine.

You got your binoculars in there?

Come to the pub.
Maybe next time.

There isn't gonna be a next time.

You fucking splitter.

Night, Mum.

Hallam, lunch is ready!

Mmm! It's very good soup.

We've been thinking, Hallam,
now that Lucy's gone,

it's not good for you to be here
with no-one of your own age around.

You've too much time to dwell on
things.

I have some contacts in the wine
trade in London and...

You'll have a chance
to make new friends,

earn a bit of money,
learn something you'll enjoy.

And it'll be a good stopgap
before college.

Actually,
I've decided not to go to college.

So, what are you going to do?
I'm staying right here.

So I'm sorry
if that screws up your plans.

It's as if this place is still hers.

We agreed we could make whatever
changes you want and you are.

You know what I want most of all?
What?

He doesn't hate you.
He does. He doesn't.

You just have to be patient.

I think that I should go away
for a while.

I'll deal with Hallam.
All right?

Where's Verity?
She's gone to see a friend.

Are you in the doghouse?

What is it, Hallam?

I found Mum's old boat in the loch.
Did you?

Good God! I thought it was sunk.
It had.

When she took me out in it,
how long was that before she died?

Um, about a month. Why?
Were you fucking Verity by then?

So, that's what
"Fancy a stroll?" was about?

Christ, I'm a fool.
You haven't answered the question.

Not even close. I was far too busy
trying to keep the show on the road.

When you found her, had she tied
her hands or weighed herself down?

Where's all this coming from?
People who can swim,

it's hard for them to drown.
Survival instincts take over.

Who told you that?
I did some research, all right?

At the time, I decided to spare you
some details from the inquest.

Before she came out here...

..your mother took
an overdose of sleeping pills.

Thanks for fucking telling me.
I'm sorry.

And I know it's hard but you have
got to try to pick up the pieces.

It didn't take you very long, did it?
Hal, this won't help.

So, it definitely wasn't an accident?

No. It wasn't.

'Oh, no. Paint over his mum's face!'

'Just kind of lob it.
Give it here. I'll do it.'

'It's a single ticket.
Good on you.'

'Fuck off, man. Go!'

'Hello?'
Lucy?

Are you still there? Hello?

What if someone else gave her the
pills, spiked her drink or something?

Don't you think she's capable of it?

Why is that paranoid?

Of course I miss you.
Oh, she'd love that!

She's already twisting Dad's arm
to try and get rid of me.

'Hello?!'

I see you've had some visitors.

Can I come up?
No way.

You left these on your bed.

"Today, walking past the office,
I saw Dad stroking Verity's back.

"It made me ponder his strolls."
You're not allowed to read that.

"So I followed him and there she
was, bouncing up and down.

"I couldn't take my eyes off the
dimple that appeared on her shoulder

"every time she clawed at his neck.

"I hate myself but I want to bury
my face in that little cushion."

Give me my diaries back.

Hallam, you really need to move on.

Julius will feel the same way
when he reads these.

No, please, they're private.
So are people's bedrooms

but by volume two
you've peeped in half the village's.

I wonder what the local paper
would do with that.

Or the police, for that matter.

The police? I wonder what they'll
think when I tell them about you.

Me?

Recognise this?

It's a hammer, Hallam. The same
hammer that sunk my mother's boat

once you'd drugged her coffee.

She wanted to die, Hallam.

You tell me what you did to her!

It's time to fly the nest, Hallam,
and I think you know that.

Spare some change, please?

'It's a fucking shite hole!'
'I didn't want to come here.'

Stick your fucking castle
right up your fucking arse.

What do you want?

30? 35?

35?
No.

Well, go on, fuck off, then!

Fuck off, then!

Whoa!

What's your name, son?
Carl.

Where's home, Carl?
I'm staying with a friend.

Not the gentleman you were talking
to? No.

So, your friend, what's his address?

Where the hell is he?

Can I help you?

Do you have any jobs, please?

Sorry, we use an agency.
I can give you their details.

Thanks.

Why are you staring at me?
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

I've never been
for a job interview before

and I was just wondering if you could
give me some advice on how to do it.

I'm sorry?
Would you...?

Could you throw a couple of practice
questions at me, just for practice?

How desperate are you for work?
Pretty desperate.

Well, the highest turnover in jobs
is usually in kitchen porters.

OK, then, I'll be a kitchen porter.
Why do you think you'd be suitable?

Well, it's what I've wanted to do
ever since I was a kid. Sit down.

Don't tell people what you think
they want to hear, just be yourself.

OK. I'm very enthusiastic
and I'm a quick learner,

and I'll work days, nights, weekends,
any overtime for no extra money.

It would be illegal for you
to work overtime for no extra money.

Give me a week's trial. A day's
trial.

All I want is a foot on the ladder.

Plus if it works out,
you won't have to pay agency fees.

It's a win-win situation for you.

Remember what I said about the fast
turnover in kitchen porters?

You're about to meet the exception.

Cutlery, handles up.
Right.

Go on.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What is the hurry?

Are you trying to show me up
on your first day? No.

I fucking hate this job.

But it's my job. Do you understand?

I killed a man once,
smashed his skull on a pier.

Just so you know.

You take the rest,
I'm off for a smoke.

Don't make friends with the chefs.
Otherwise, they'll want favours.

Don't get on their bad side, either,

or you'll be cleaning out the fat
fryer on a quiet Thursday.

They're all cunts, anyway.
Except TJ.

He's OK,
even if he is a fucking bullshitter.

ever met an African over here who
wasn't a brain surgeon over there?

Are you listening to me?

Yes, of course.

Brain surgeon. African. Cunt.

Aye, cunt.

One. Reach out. One, two. One.
Right knee.

Come back, guys. Come back!

Hey! Ho!

Raymond! Hey!
Hey!

Oh-ho! That's gonna cost you.

Really?
Yeah.

£2 a plate, £1 a cup, 50p a saucer.

Are you serious?
Absolutely. £3 a glass.

Rapido!

Come on, you're losing.

That's £4.

Do you mind if I take a break?
Do what the fuck you like.

Who are you?

I'm, um, a...kitchen porter.

So, what are you doing up here,
then? It's very simple.

Staff entrance is the ground floor,
so is the kitchen, the canteen.

You enter, you work your shift, then
you fuck off all on the same floor.

Got that?
Yes.

Good. Now, beat it.

Have you seen Raymond?
Um, he's cleaning the bins.

Do you want me to go and get him?
No, don't worry.

How are you settling in?
Very well. I'm really enjoying it.

In fact, it's brilliant.
This isn't an interview.

I know but it's great to be part of
this team

and to have a sense of purpose.

You get into the rhythm, then
you start playing tunes in your head

to go along with it.

You can turn the radio on if you
want. Oh, I know.

I like it, it keeps me from thinking.

Do you think there might be a chance
this job could become permanent?

Yes, Hallam, if you can
maintain your enthusiasm.

I've gotta run.

I can't do tomorrow, my boy's
birthday. Maybe the day after?

Say hi to your wife.

See you.

I want to report a murder.

Please sit.

My stepmother killed my mother.
She as good as confessed it.

How? When?
She told me last week. We had a...

a confrontation.
But my mum died about two years ago.

The inquiry said she committed
suicide by drowning

but as you can see here...

..they found drugs in her.

I think my stepmother,
then my dad's secretary,

put sleeping pills in her coffee, put
her on the loch in a sinking boat.

She had a motive.
She wanted my dad. And the house.

Have you spoken to your father
about this?

He'd do anything to support
my stepmother. He's her lapdog.

Nice place you've got.

Anything you need,
you just call room service.

She's gonna laugh when I tell her
she's got a Peeping Tom.

You're not going to tell her.

You think you're in a position
to dictate terms?

I think by some strange coincidence,
I saw you there last night.

So what if I was?
What would your wife think?

What about?

I can keep a secret if you can.
I don't have a secret to keep.

You know, I was thinking about
getting a tattoo,

like that nice tiger on your arm.

I'll tell human resources you quit.
What about my pay?

Now, fuck off. And if I ever
see you again, you'll regret it.

Gonna count? One, two, three, go!

You knocked one down.
One is pretty good.

Here he is now.

Hi.
Evening, sir.

Hallam's been telling me
all sorts of secrets.

All of them complimentary,
I assure you.

I'm sorry to invade you both like
this

but there's been an accident
with one of the chefs.

It's nothing serious
but the rules say we need a signature

from senior management
within 12 hours.

Thank you.

It was a pleasure to meet you both.
You, too, Hallam. Say goodbye. Bye.

Bye. Bye.
Bye-bye. Goodbye.

Hallam, that wee lassie, Kate,
from HR,

she wants to see you.

Have a seat.

We have a vacancy coming up
for front-of-house porter.

If you apply, you stand
an excellent chance of winning it.

There's a nicer uniform

and significantly more agreeable
working conditions.

Right.

Shall I put you forward or not?
Yeah, I suppose so.

If you'd prefer to stay put,
that's fine.

I know how much you enjoy it.

A total fucking arsehole.
Whatever you do, don't call him sir.

What do you call him?
You two-faced lying cunt. Oh.

You look a right poof in that
outfit. I miss you.

Fuck off.

What's up with you?
Nothing.

Happy birthday.
Thank you.

Don't get carried away. Everybody
gets a card from the lovely Kate.

Thank you, Andy.
Thank you.

Know what the best thing
about being 18 is?

You get an extra £1.25 an hour.
Aye, so drinks are on you tonight.

Where are we celebrating?
Your first legal drink.

I don't really feel like it.
I'll come for a couple

to make sure you don't have to buy
your own drinks.

But absolutely no work talk.

Thirdly...
No, please! Not thirdly!

"The appraisal system should provide
all employees with clear, linked

"goals to the hotel's business
strategy." Business strategy?

In 20 years, no-one's discussed
the business strategy with me.

Where did you get this?

"The Hotel Workers' Union
of Las Vegas."

Who gives a fuck?

You thought
that concierge's job was mine.

Guess who didn't want me to have it.
Hmm? Eh?

Alasdair. She can't answer that
cos she's fucking him.

Sorry.
That was a bit below the belt.

Sorry. I like you, Kate.
It's just my situation.

And the drink.
Sit down.

Out of the question. See you later.

Sorry about that. Right you are.
I think it's my round.

Maybe we've had enough.
Oh, please, come on.

Cheers.
Cheers.

I hope you don't mind me asking,
is Alasdair your boyfriend?

God, no. He's got a wife and a kid.

Oh.

And what about you? Are you married?
No.

And you,
is there a love in your life?

She's dead.

Would you like to meet her?

I like creepy guys.

One, two, three!

Whoo!

If it wasn't for your dress sense,
I might have thought you were gay.

You are so beautiful,

I want to suck the dick of the last
man who fucked you.

And that worked? Really?
What does that say about you?

That I am a gullible slag.

That's harsh. A slag maybe, but...

Get me another drink.

Perhaps some coffee maybe or...
No.

Let's have one at mine.

It's a bit late.
I probably should be getting...

No, I... No, really...

Please don't touch me.
I'm gay. I'm gay.

Explain the erection, then.
I was thinking of my career.

Bullshit!
Look, you're very attractive

but I'm politically
very committed to the gay cause.

Do you have a boyfriend?
No.

For some reason, I believe that.
The rest, I'm afraid, is suspect.

I'm a virgin.

That's OK.
No, it's not.

Come on, first time for everyone.
It's not my first time.

Perhaps you should go.

Look, I want to go to bed with you
more than anything.

I think the moment
might have passed.

I'm not sure I want
the responsibility.

We don't have to...

do it. I just want to sleep with
you so I can tell people.

Hi.

Hi.
You wanna go for a beer later?

Um, no.
What about a film?

I don't think either's a good idea.
Last night wasn't a good idea.

OK. Sure.

I'll see you.
See you.

Yes, sir.

303. Yes. I've got that.
Yeah, OK. Thank you. Thank you.

303, it's a bad room.

Some guy killed his wife up in 303
and guess who found the body.

I goes in, fucking legs sticking
out, stuffed under the bed.

Her husband done it, right?
Jealous bastard.

I felt bad cos the night before,
right...

The night before,
I got called up to the room.

She fucking sucked my cock.

I knocked on the door, right?
She opens it.

Tits out, fucking drunk,
like, "Fuck me!"

I'm like,
"Sorry, madam, I'm married."

She was like, "Aye, me, too."

I'm like, "Excuse me, madam,
I'm very sorry, I can't do that

"but you can suck my cock."
So, like, get my kecks off, bang!

Concierge.

Yes, madam.
Certainly. Right away. Very good.

Can you get the bags out of 405?
My shift's about to end.

Well, they've asked for you
by name, so get up there.

By name?
By name, Mr Foe.

Concierge!

Hello?

Concierge!

There's nobody here.

We need to talk about last night.
I understand.

You were drunk
and now you feel guilty about it.

I'm sorry I put you in that
position.

But thank you for a lovely evening
anyway.

I enjoyed myself.
I enjoyed myself, too.

I...
I just didn't expect to...

Nor did I.

Shall we stay here for a bit?

Unless you have other plans.

Don't worry, the room's free.

All I need to do
is suck the duty manager's cock.

I'm joking.

What do you call it?
What?

My...

My willy. You?

My pussy.

My todger.

My minge.

My schlong.

My hole.

My stick.

My gash.

My bat.

My muff.

Stay here for a minute or we'll be
on the front page by lunch time.

Yeah!

'Moving on? Who is he? Do I know
him?'

'It doesn't matter.'
'I beg to fucking differ.'

'Al, don't.' 'Tell me who he is.'
'Al, that hurts. Don't! Ow!'

What's his name?!
Tell me who he is, Kate!

- Alasdair, no!
- Get off her!

Is this your man?
Hallam, how did you get in here?

The roof.
He practically lives up there.

He likes to watch.
Watch what?

What do you think?

You... Get out.

Get...out.

You sure he's got what it takes?
Fuck off.

I'm sorry.
How long has this been going on?

Since I first saw you.

I thought you looked like someone
so I followed you.

I didn't know something would happen
between us.

Who did you think I looked like?

My mother. She's dead.

Please, just leave me alone.

And I mean alone.

Now, get out. You're fired.

What do you want?

I hear you've got a vacancy
for a front-of-house porter.

You'll need references
from previous employers.

Well, if my previous employer
had known the facts,

she might have decided that
the good outweighed the bad.

Really?

I did save her quite heroically,
from this bloke twice my size.

And what was
the ungrateful bitch's problem?

In saving her, I...revealed
an unedifying habit which...

An unedifying habit?

When my mum died,
I didn't want to be around anyone.

I had this old tree house, which
my dad built me. He's an architect.

I sort of retreated there and just
watched people from a distance.

It kind of became a habit.

Who did you watch the most?
My stepmother.

Why?
I didn't trust her.

Did you watch her with your father?

Did it excite you?

You won't believe me but I don't
look at people for those reasons.

What about me, then? Didn't I
turn you on when you watched me?

Or was my performance
not to your satisfaction?

It didn't always look like
you were enjoying yourself.

Were you?
Come here.

I'm a real, live human being,
Hallam.

Sometimes I want sweet,
sometimes I want sour.

Sometimes I don't know what I want.
My shit stinks.

I'm going to die someday.

If I look like your mother,
it's just a coincidence.

Am I telling you anything
you don't already know?

Is there anything I can do
to make it up to you?

Probably not.

Put your clothes on, leave
and go to work tomorrow morning.

Hallam.

You don't have to go
if you don't want to.

And the dress?
Mum's.

You do look like her.

Is that the only reason you're
interested in me? No, it's not.

But I do miss her.

I miss her a lot.

Would you like me to wear it?

No.

Are you OK?

Hello.
Hello.

Have you lost him?

Ready?

Did I tell you
I have really bad vertigo?

Are you OK?

I almost fell into your mouth,
it was so wide. It went...

Oh!

On you go. You want to stay off that
front page, don't you?

Do I?

Bye.

Hallam, that's your parents here.
They're up in the lounge.

What about your mum, though?
She's a fucking stunner!

Hallam.

Oh, thank God we found you!
How did you find me?

Well, a very nice policeman called.
He was worried about you.

Well, what are you,
some kind of bus boy?

A front-of-house porter, actually.

Hello, I'm Kate,
a friend of Hallam's.

Dad? What's happened to you? Oh,
it's nothing, just a stupid fall.

I...

Well, Kate,
it was very nice to meet you.

If you would excuse us, we do have
some family matters to discuss.

I owe you an apology.

I underestimated how tough this past
year has been for you and I'm sorry.

And, um,
I know about you and Verity.

She told me about the clumsy pass
you made at her.

No. No, I...
It's all right. It's all right.

We've all had teenage crushes.
Dad, but that's not what happened.

Your father's telling you something.
Don't change the subject, all right?

I'm afraid I do have something to
discuss with you. Shall we sit down?

Things haven't been
going so well lately.

My commissions have dried up.

We've had to consider
other financial options.

The bank has OK'd an idea
to develop the grounds of the house.

Our plan is to transform
the wasteland around the loch

into Eco-housing.
Why are you telling me this?

Consulting you is a condition
of your mother's will.

And what about Lucy?
Lucy has already given her consent.

Do you think Mum would have approved?
I wouldn't be doing this

if I had any alternative.
Now, please, hear us out.

Dad, she killed my mother! I worked
it all out. I went to the police.

Don't be ridiculous.
You've got yourself into a muddle.

Now, you cannot blame Verity
for everything.

Can't you see you're being
manipulated? Huh?

Hallam, please!
It's OK.

While you've been enjoying yourself
with your lookalike,

I have been combing your father's
books and he's in big trouble.

He's £800,000 in debt!
He's being sued...

Oh, I see.

So, you've got yourself an alibi now?

Whatever happened between us

was a mistake and I'm sorry.

I thought that Julius
and I could start afresh

but that was never gonna happen
with you and Lucy in the house,

treating me like an impostor.
And I know that that's no excuse

but please, just try to see things
from my perspective.

You have treated me like a
white-trash,

gold-digging whore from day one!

That's exactly what you are.
OK.

How is it with your lookalike?

Do you feel like you're fucking
Mummy?

Does it feel like
you're fucking Mummy? Does it?

Does it feel like
you're fucking Mummy?

Hallam?

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

I hate you.

I hate you. I hate you!

I hate you.

I made a mistake.

It's all right. Come on.

Good God! What did he do?!
You need to talk to him.

If you must blame someone,

it was me that
took a hammer to the boat,

to stop your mother going out in it,
but

she just went swimming instead.

So, what did you do?

It had been going on for months
and I was tired. Dad.

What did you do?

I did nothing.

I heard her...
rummaging in her medicine cabinet

and I heard her
go out the back door.

And I did nothing. I gave up.

But it was her choice.

The final victory
in her war against me.

What about me?
Oh, she loved you, Hallam.

Not enough to stick around.

That's why you've been so angry.

I know.

Don't worry,
I'm not looking for my job back.

How are you?

Better. Thank you.
I sorted a few things out.

I'm glad.

Can I come in?

Now's not an ideal time.

I'm crap at relationships, anyway.

You'll soon find someone to help you
iron out those creases of yours.

Guess I'll catch you later, then.

Yeah, that would be good.

Look me up in five years' time.

Will you still be beautiful
in five years' time?

I hope so.

You will be.