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The following programme contains strong language,

violence and adult themes from the start.

Eva?

♪ History ♪

♪ This is the century To win your immortality

♪ How many strong are we?

♪ Bring down the enemy

♪ This is our calling We're not falling

♪ We can set you free

♪ This is the sign

♪ And now it's time

♪ This is the sign

♪ Your time to shine

♪ We will make history

♪ We will make history

♪ We'll make you history

♪ We will make history

♪ We will make history

♪ We'll make you history ♪

♪ History ♪

How much was the yield? The what?

The yield of the crop. Projected.

A fuck-load.

A fuck-load?

It was a shit-ton, Reagan.

Well, which was it now, boys?

A shit-ton?

Or a fuck-load?

Gun to the head?

More of a fuck-load, I suppose.

Must say it's a comfort to know

I've such fine clerical minds on the case.

400 grams per 400-watt-lamp

gives us a total theoretical yield

of 28 kilos for the entire crop.

More or less 450,000 euros worth of weed

gone to fuckin' shit.

Where the fuck is Orin?

Well, the Range Rover's not in the garage, so I assume he's in it.

And there's more, Reagan.

The sample.

Gone?

I don't suppose you need me to remind you how much that's worth.

When you find the girls, Turi,

don't be merciful.

Don't come back like Snow White and the Huntsman.

I'll give those little whores some ho-fucking-ho!

Just continuing the Snow White thing?

Dad?

He's in the steam room.

He's frozen.

What? What did you say?

He's fucking frozen, Reagan

It's ninety degrees in here. More.

And there's no TV.

I-In the steam room. There's no TV.

Sorry, son. Is it time for your cartoons?

He's holding a remote, Reagan.

Why is my brother frozen in a steam room

with no TV?!

Maybe we should just go over.

What, so I get nightmares?

Have you never been to an open-coffin funeral? I've never been to a funeral!

I wouldn't have come to this one if I'd...

if I'd known there'd be a dead person!

It's what they do. To say goodbye.

Stink?

WHY didn't they close the lid?!

Thank you!

I thought Nanny O'Rourke was scary alive.

Hmm.

Hey.

She looks...

really nice.

Oh my God, have you seen her nails?

They're actually good! Who did those?

The funeral people. Dunno. Maybe you could-

I'm not asking who did my nan's nails.

OK.What do you think of her nails, Nessi?

Nice. Yeah.

I mean, you could ask- They're not gonna do yours, Stink. It's not a salon!

I'm not thinking about me. I'm thinking about all four of us.

For Zante.

I need to speak to you about that.

About what?

Zante.

What about it?

What about Zante?!

You have to come. We booked the flights and hotel!

So find someone to take my place.

We don't like anyone else! All the girls at school are twats.

And we are NOT bringing your friend with the underbite.

She looks like a fucking grouper.

Why can't you come to Zante?

She lost her primary carer. So what? You're 18.

I'm not. She's still 17.

I'm supposed to live with family.

What family?

Ladies.

Stink.

I know how emotional occasions like this can be so...

if you find yourself in need of a shoulder...

We've got, what, eight between us. I think we'll manage.

Oh. You'd no complaints.

Left teeth marks on mine two weeks ago.

No! You didn't?

What?! Can we just focus, please!

Every Wednesday double-drama we've been planning it.

And now you're telling me

that I basically have to go to Zante by myself.

Hey! Fine, not by myself...

with one says-bian and one...

Nessi. Listen, neither of you are exactly man-magnets, OK?

What's a "says-bian"? She says she's a lesbian.

Why do you find it impossible to believe I'm gay?

The glaring lack of evidence? She's been out for like a year,

and we've NEVER seen her with a girl?

I've kissed more girls than her, and I like boys.

She's allowed to be choosier than you, Stink! Wow!

Fucking Kenny Swinney?!

Whatever!

I'll believe it when I see it. What do you wanna see? Teeth marks?

♪ Tasty ♪

♪ Do just what we like, yeah Got an appetite

♪ For the finer things in life, boy

♪ You just gotta treat me right

♪ From the day to the night

♪ Leave me satisfied

♪ Oh, it's the way You spin me 'round

♪ I can't seem To find the ground... ♪

Maybe we don't have to go to Zante. What if we came to you?

Our end-of-school holiday. In Ireland?

I won't be in Ireland. Where will you be?

Rotterdam.

The place they sell weed in the coffee shops?

That's Amsterdam.

Is that the place with the red-light district? No, that's Amsterdam.

Well, it's not looking good so far, is it?

What is in Rotterdam?

"The biggest commercial port in Europe."

My dad. He's lived there for years.

You WANT to go there.

Don't you?

Do you even want us - to come visit you? - Yeah.

And why didn't Daddy come to the funeral today, might I ask?

Stink... He can't be bothered to bury his own mother.

He can't be bothered to show up for your whole life,

since the, er...

the crash where your mum actually died.

But as soon as he clicks his fingers...

you come running?

Well fuck that.

Fuck Ramsterdam...

and fuck him.

Fuck you.

She's the one who's cancelled summer.

She's got no one else.

Well, she had us.

Look, there's so much I, uh...

We've got time.

♪ Where Is My Mind ♪

♪ With your feet on the air And your head on the ground... ♪

Is this actually your car? Yeah.

One of them.

Welcome to the Netherlands.

They say Amsterdam's got it but Rotterdam doesn't need it.

What's Amsterdam got?

♪ Where is my mind?

Ah, just, uh...

canals and stuff.

♪ Where is my mind?

♪ Where is my mind?

♪ Where is my- ♪

Mi casa, su casa.

You... are... shitting me.

The glass was made using sand from the dunes.

The designer is a mate of mine from Berlin,

and she calls it "Ausen Innen".

Which means... Outside inside.

Very good. Anyway the, uh, the whole place

is certified sustainable,

super eco, if you will.

Guess you make up for it with the cars.

Ouch! You got me there.

Now, I wanted your room to feel...

special, yours like.

So...

What? You don't like it?

I mean, if I was nine?

Oh, my God, I-I'm... No, it's OK. I'm joking.

I didn't know. I'll, er...

We'll change it. I promise.

Want to see something cool?

This is where I write my ditties.

Um, not bad, huh?

Look, I, uh...

I know it's a terrible thing that, uh...

I wasn't there to bury me mother. But...

trust me when I tell you

I couldn't.

I know...

I've been a complete non-father to you.

I mean, I was, um...

well, I was 21, you know.

And, uh...

God, you look like your mother.

Hello? Orin?

We're down here.

Come on. I want you to meet Saskia.

She's dying to meet you.

Tara?

Orin's had such butterflies.

You are all he's talked about.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I was very close to my grandmother also.

Can I smell cinnamon?

Yeah, fresh nonnevot. Plus...

I've bought enough ice cream to fill the pool freezer!

Did you say pool?

Ah, yeah. It's, uh, it's out of action, sadly.

The filter needs fixing.

Yeah. Um, you can swim at the beach.

They say it's going to be an amazing summer.

Hottest on record, I heard. Right.

Hey.

Hey.

I was thinking...

maybe my friends could come and visit?

They could all stay in my room, if it's easier.

You won't get much out of him. He's in work mode.

What's he looking for?

One of his commercials.

A confidence boost.

How come you're always in the basement if the pool's not working?

I think...

you'd better ask your father about that.

I don't make the rules.

If I did...

I would tell you to clean up your mess.

Hmm! There we go.

They flew him to Budapest to record this one.

Have you been?

It's lovely out.

Why don't you come and take a sun bath?

You're nearly 18, aren't you?

Next week, is it not?

Your birthday?

No big deal. We'll have to do something.

Have a party.

Maybe I can invite my friends.

High time you met the rest of the family.

Uncle Reagan.

Did my mum like the sea?

She loved it.

Try swimming in the Norwegian Fjords in winter.

I saw a picture of her... in front of a hotel.

The Nordmann Fir Beach Hotel.

Only beach hotel in the world without a beach.

It was on a cliff overlooking the Fjords.

No beach.

Norwegian humour.

I remember it.

The crash.

What do you remember?

Not all of it.

Just...

I'm not one for memory lane myself.

Tara, this is your uncle. Reagan.

Hi.

God, you look like your mum.

S-So everyone tells me.

Ah, wait. Tara, this is your cousin, Darian.

Happy Birthday.

Cute friends.

What does your dad actually do?

He has a...

courier business.

Like, motorbikes?

Sometimes, like.

Watch the door.

Jakob.

I did not expect to see you this evening.

Davey...

have you been practicing your Deutsch?

Nein problem.

Tell me, Jakob.

Why did my friends find you whoring in Rotterdam

instead of in Kraut-country where we left you?

What? What did he say about Amsterdam?

Kustenwache. Coastguard! Coastguard!

Dagmar put you with the coastguard to spy on my harbour?

He says he'll keep his yap shut.

Give me your fucking hand.

Bitte.

What's the German for sulphuric acid?

Tell him if he talks,

I'll take his little German bratwurst next.

It's not word for word but I think he gets it.

Baby-sit your kid. This is no surprise to me.

One job. Watch the fucking door!

What did you see- What did he mean?

You first.

Why did Reagan say he's not surprised about me?

Because of mum?

I don't know why he said that.

Because she was crazy?

No. Yes she was.

Nan said.

Is that why Reagan doesn't like me?

Of course he likes you. He's your family.

No one I know likes their family.

You like me, don't you?

I don't know you.

Look...

Reagan's-A drug dealer.

I'm not a fucking idiot. Hey!

That explains this house. What? No it doesn't.

I've been longlisted for two Ivor Novellos!

So why didn't Nana take your money?!

After what happened in Norway... The car crash.

Mum dying. I was a mess.

I mean...

sectioned.

Reagan brought me here.

He set up my studio,

he forced me to work, and he...

He saved me.

But, Mam...

she knew how Reagan made his money, and...

even when I started to make me own, she couldn't separate the two.

I want things.

Things?

I want to see what's in that box in your studio.

I want the code to the swimming pool

and I want my friends to come for the summer.

What friends? The only ones I've ever had.

You can have your friends to stay for a week.

Two.

You leave my studio alone.

But you can see the swimming pool.

How can they have a coach with no air conditioning?

There was air conditioning. What do you think the button was for?

I thought that was for drinks.

I, um, I can share the playlist with you, if you really enjoyed it?

I did! You've got my number, so...

definitely share it. OK.

You know, I-I'm surprised.

I don't wish to generalise, but most girls I know

aren't keen on German Drill music.

Well, most girls are idiots, Marten.

Um, do you like spoken word?

I mean... they're OK.

There's a poetry slam at The Room in Scheepvaartkwartier tonight.

You guys should come. We were just looking at that!

Kira will be performing.

She gets nervous when I'm in the crowd but...

well what can I do? I-I haven't seen her for three months.

Right, Kira.

- Sorry, that's your... - My girlfriend.

Partner. Yeah Cool. Is she here?

No. Actually, I'm arriving a day early.

I-I wanted to surprise her! Aww.

Well, we'll see you and Kira tonight then! At the poetry slam.

Cool, OK, well, uh, message me! Yeah? I'll drop you a pin.

It'll be lovely to meet her!

OK. Bye-bye.

Where the fuck is Tara?!

"Please leave your message after the tone."

Tara, we're not at the coach station anymore.

We waited for, like, an hour.

I've got one bar left so if you need to call,

just call as soon as, please- Give me that.

What the fuck? Listen, bitch.

I did not sack off ten days in Zante to come sit on the dock of the bay.

You said your daddy had a pool and fast cars,

so tell him to send one of his fast cars or I promise when I get to his house,

I'm going to piss in his pool!

I've just spent twelve hours on a coach,

my tits are aching...

and I'm starving.

Hello. Hi!

So basically, me and my friends are hungry,

but, like, don't have a lot of money.

So what's the most amount of pizza we can get for hardly any euros?

Why don't you have money?

Because my best friend lives here,

and her dad's rich and he's SUPPOSED to be paying for us,

but we don't know where they are.

Is that your boss? He wishes. He's my uncle.

This isn't even my-my real job.

What's your real job? Let's just say if you...

order "the special," you'll find out.

Try Find My Friends. I tried Find my Friends.

Let me try.

"Tara O'Rourke not found." I told you. It's off.

Is that her?

Hi, Elizabeth.

It's Nessi. Yeah, I'm good thanks.

Except that we can't seem to find Tara-

Mum? Hi! Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We just got to Tara's!

It's lovely. Her dad's really nice.

Check it out, the special! What's special?

Um, I better go mum. Oh!

Yes! From the pizza guy?

And he said we CAN buy it in coffee shops like in Amsterdam,

but he sells it cheaper.

He'll bring more when we meet him at the beach.

The beach? Where's the beach?

Uh... It's right by the sea?

Mirko says there's a party there every night.

You want to follow a drug dealer to the beach?

Ruth! We're going to the beach! No, we're gonna find Tara.

We think something's wrong with her. There is something wrong with her.

She's forgotten who her friends are.

Tara, we've messaged you about 50 times.

We're at the beach. I didn't even know there was a beach, but...

Just come to the beach, I guess.

I hope you're OK.

You better be.

Seriously, what are we going to do if she doesn't call?

Party all night?

So far there's four of us. It's not exactly Koh Phangan.

No, I have more coming. Believe me.

Would you like to swim?

In the sea? Why not?

Sharks?

No sharks, I promise you.

Look! Isn't that your boy from the coach?

He looks sad. Is he crying? Ha! Someone's been dumped!

What happened to poetry night?

You should go over. No. He had his chance.

He might have a charger.

We should have ended it back in Hamburg.

She was the one who said it could work.

Me studying Music in London, her Performing Arts in Holland.

This whole year I've stayed faithful to Kira,

only to walk in on her

having oral sex with a slam poet.

- Wow. - They said they were warming up their...

their vocals.

There's some evidence it works.

We were meant to go traveling all summer.

I got her tickets for Eisenschtompschtomp.

Eyes and what-what? The festival.

My band are playing the Drogenunruhen stage.

Then we were supposed to go visiting my father.

I was looking forward to introducing her.

I really thought she was my...

soul mate.

You know?

"It's me, don't leave a message.

I won't listen to it."

Come on!

It's freezing! No, it's OK! Once you...

acclimatise...

Are you insane? Nessi!

Look! Nessi!

I was calling you! Tara phoned. What?

She left a voicemail. Saying?

Nothing. Just a noise. What noise?

"Uhhh..." What?!

Now she won't pick up, but her phone is on- Find my friends!

- Yeah. - Have you fou-Found her!

"Das Haag."

OK, where the fuck is Das Haag?

Erm...

I know.

What if her dad's a weirdo?

You heard Tara groaning on the phone.

He might have tied her up and now he's using us as bait.

He does live in a house in the woods.

We're Hansel and fucking Gretel.

You should have brought your boy from the coach.

What's he gonna to do? Fall in love with him?

Should have brought your boy!

Oh, shit!

Call her again. That's what I'm doing.

I can hear it ringing inside.

Maybe her hands are tied together! Shut the fuck up, Nessi!

It's well known fact that Holland is filled with paedophiles.

That's Belgium, you idiot.

Why should we be afraid of paedophiles? We're 18.

Fine, we'll just stroll right in.

"Hi, paedophiles. We're technically adults, so you won't be interested in us-"

Shut the fuck up, Nessi!

Tara?

Tara! What the fuck?

Tara?! Tara?!

Not that hard! That wasn't hard!

If I slapped you that hard you'd cry.

Hello? Can you hear us? Bitch, can you hear us?!

What's wrong with her eyes?

Fuck! You lot...

Alright, I'm calling an ambulance. No!

Oh, it speaks.

Tara, what happened?

Fuck!

I saw her.

She's 18.

It all belongs to her now.

She's not even going to fucking want it.

Saw who?!

My mum.

I told you NOT to come in here.

Tell me who it was.

I heard her talking about me.

She said I was 18 and it's mine now.

What's mine?

WHAT'S MINE?! The fucking hotel!

The retardedly-named beach hotel

without a beach.

You'll find it on top of a fucking mountain

in a country full of mad fucking whores.

Who was that?

You know who it was.

But... your... Mum's dead!

Unfortunately not. I remember the car crash!

Then you don't remember it very well, do you?

Because your mother survived,

which is a great fucking shame as she's a treacherous whore.

And now... now she wants to worm her way back into your life.

My mum's alive?

Now that MY mother is dead...

she wants to lure you up to Norway.

I've been lied to...

Up to that fucking pointless hotel.

All my life.

Sorry.

Why are YOU puking? What the fuck?

From her puke!

So what did you do?

You'd better come.

Is... Did...

We should have gone to fucking Zante.

Oh, fuck!

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