All language subtitles for All.Of.Us.Strangers.2023.en

Meanwhile, work goes
on for the Brits

who relocated to the Costa.

Running a bar in the sun is
the classic British dream.

It can easily turn
into a nightmare,

but Gary and Cherry
from Macclesfield

have made it work.

The Bamboo Bar is a success.

♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay ♪

♪ Feels like fire. ♪

♪ I'm so in love with you ♪

Hello.

Hello.

I saw you looking at
me from the street.

I've seen you a bunch of times

coming and going
with your head down.

One day, it'll be
for real, that alarm.

Hmm.

We're basically
the only ones here.

Can you fucking believe that?

I mean they haven't got
security guards yet.

I'm Harry.

Adam.

How do you cope?

With, with what?

Listen.

It's so quiet.

I mean, London's out there

but we can't hear
a fucking thing.

I play music, right,

but it's worse when it ends.

Yeah, I even got
one of those, um,

white noise machines, right?

But it's like there's someone

in the corner of the
room whispering about me.

I mean, we can't even open,
the windows, but I guess

they don't really
want us to jump.

It's bad for business. You know,

bodies broken on the concrete.

I mean, who's
gonna move in then?

Drink?

It's Japanese.

It's meant to be the
best in the world,

but I, I couldn't
tell you why, so...

- No, thanks.
- Okay, um...

Okay. How about
I come in anyway?

If not for a drink,

then for whatever
else you might want.

Um...

I don't think
that's a good idea.

Do I scare you?

No.

We don't have to do anything
if I'm not your type.

There's vampires at my door.

Huh.

Hi.

Hi.

I bought something strong
for a night like this.

No thanks.

Shall we go?

Go where?

Home.

She's gonna be over
the moon to see ya.

Guess who I found
loitering in the park.

Is it him?

Oh, yeah, it's definitely him.

Look in his eyes.

Yes, it is you.

Hi.

Hi.

Don't just stand there.
Get yourself inside.

So, where are you living now?

Not around here, I'm sure.

Uh... I'm, I'm in London.

Fancy. DAD: Whereabouts?

Do you live by yourself?

Do you own your own place?

Uh, yeah, it's just
a, it's just a flat.

What did I tell ya?
What did I tell ya?

I told you he'd be doing
well for himself, didn't I?

Can't be cheap living
up there in the smoke.

And what is it that you do?

- I'm a writer.
- And what did I tell you?

No, no, no.

I'm not particularly rich
or anything. Not really.

Well, I always knew
you'd be creative.

And what kind of writer are you?

You know how I love,
um, Stephen King.

Carrie, Cujo, Different Seasons.

No, no, no. I'm not
a proper writer.

I, I write scripts.

Uh, for film, TV.
When I have to.

A writer.

God, this is so bloody exciting.

If I knew the neighbors,

I'd run over and I'd
tell them right now.

I've always said that writers
know less about the real world

- than almost anyone else.
- Mmm.

What the hell would you know?

You can barely write

- joined up.
- That's true. But...

A writer.

Our son.

We're very bloody pleased

to see you doing so well, then.

Yeah.

Enough of that poofy shit.

- Our boy's back home.
- Hmm.

What are you puttin' on?

Oh, you'll see.

Oh, do you remember

your little red
car that you had?

You loved it and you wanted

to take it out
onto the main road,

and drive it with
all the big cars.

Yeah. That's my first
memory, actually.

It was a Ford Granada
that hit him, wasn't it?

- No, it, it was...
- Yeah. It was.

It was racing green.
Do you remember that?

Mmm. DAD: It, it, flung you

like a rag doll.

You went so high up in the air.

- I'll never forget it.
- Oh, but you were fine, though.

You were fine. You had
a couple of bruises.

I think they thought
I was exaggerating

when I took you in.

What about that
one Bonfire Night

when you lost it?

You remember that Bonfire Night?

How old were you? Six?

No, he was not. He
was older than that.

Well, when the
fireworks went off,

poor boy, started
screaming and howling.

I had to carry him
all the way home.

- You did?
- Yeah.

You fell asleep on my shoulder.

I don't remember that.

You were, you were
really beside yourself.

You were really
having a hard time,

and I was trying,

we were just trying to get
you to enjoy the fireworks.

And you didn't...

You've always been a
sensitive boy, haven't you?

Maybe.

Are you still afraid
of fireworks now?

No!

Do you know who you sound like?

You sound just like my mother.

He does.

- Doesn't he? You noticed that?
- Yeah, no, he does.

You did say something earlier.

Yeah. It's when,
it's when you said,

it's when you said, "I'm
not a proper writer."

Say it again. DAD: Go on.

Say it again. ADAM:
Don't make me say it.

Say it. DAD: Come
on. Just say it.

Say, "a proper writer," again.

Like Nan or like me?

- No. Say it like you.
- "Like Nan or like me."

Say it like you.

It's so bloody lovely
to see you again.

Yeah.

Weren't sure if we ever would.

Here you are.

Here I am.

Come back soon, hmm?

One of us will be in.

Hmm?

Please.

Yeah, I will.

Good.

- Let's go in, eh?
- Night.

- Good night, sweetheart.
- Good night, son.

Night.

- Hello.
- Hi.

I'm really sorry
about the other night.

Oh, that's all right.

Don't worry about it.

See ya.

See ya.

I actually do like
whiskey if you want, um,

wanna have a drink or...

♪ Clambering ♪
♪ men in big bad boots. ♪

♪ Dug up my den,
dug up my roots. ♪

♪ Treated us like
plasticine town ♪

♪ They built us up
and knocked us down. ♪

♪ From Meccano to Legoland. ♪

♪ Here they come with a
brick in their hand. ♪

♪ Men with heads
filled up with sand. ♪

♪ Let's build... ♪

♪ Let's build a house... ♪

Hi.

Hello.

Hi.

Hi.

- Do you wanna come in?
- Sure.

Do you want a drink?

Yeah, what have you got?

Uh... I got vodka and some beer.

I got some weed if
you prefer that.

Yeah, weed's better.

I'm off alcohol...

Do you like living here?

I think I'll like it more

when people move in.

If people move in.

You got friends nearby?

No, not really.

Do you?

No, not really.

Most of my friends have
moved out of London.

Wanna have gardens
for their kids,

and they want to be
near the grandparents

so they can look after the kids.

I'm guessing you didn't
want to move too?

Uh, no.

What am I gonna do in Dorking?

It's not for people like me.

I'm just checking.
You are queer, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

That's good.

Or gay.

- Right.
- Queer, I'm not...

I can't get used to
calling myself queer.

- It was always such an insult.
- Hmm.

It's probably why we
hate "gay" so much now.

I mean, it was always like, um,

uh "Your haircut's gay,"

or "This sofa's gay,".

"Your trainers are gay."

"Your schoolbag's gay."

Yeah.

Queer does feel polite,
somehow, though, you know.

It's like, um...

I don't know, it's like

all the dick sucking's
been taken out.

Yeah. I'm assuming
you're not with anyone.

I never see you with anyone.

- No.
- No.

You often single?

- Am I often single?
- Mmm-hmm.

Uh...

I suppose so. Yeah.

- Are you?
- Yeah.

Yeah, but not for
want of trying.

How about I kiss ya?

Yeah, all right.

Ooh!

- Sorry.
- No.

- You all right?
- No. Yeah, yeah.

Just haven't done...

I haven't done this in a while.

I have to remember to,
remember to breathe.

- Okay.
- Yeah, yeah. It's okay.

Okay.

- It's okay.
- You all right?

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Is this you?

Afraid it is.

You were cute.

I hate my photos.

I was a fat kid.

Right, but,

when you're a fat
kid, no one asks

why you don't have a girlfriend.

We'd have been friends
for sure, though.

Bunked off football
to spy on the boys.

Is this your dad?

Yeah.

He's handsome.

Yeah.

I'm... I'm trying to write
about them at the moment.

Is that what you do?

Yeah.

How's it going?

Uh, strangely.

I don't see my dad much.

Do you, do you see yours, no?

No, they died.

Just before I was twelve.

Both of them?

Yeah. Yeah, car crash.

Not the most original of deaths.

I'm really sorry.

No, thanks, it was
a long time ago.

Yeah, I don't
think that matters.

Well.

I'd like to see you again.

Yeah, okay.

I could stay the night if you...

How about, actually,
better idea...

Not tonight. Yeah?

No, no. I would like to s...

- No, you...
- I would like

- you don't need to explain.
- To see you again. I'm just...

Okay?

Okay.

Thanks.

Sweetheart, you came back.

Of course I came back.

Jesus, you're sodden.

Come on, take it all off.

No, I'm, I'm not
taking my clothes off.

Don't be silly, it's only
me. Come on, arms up.

I'll put them in the dryer.

It's just me today.
Is that all right?

- Yeah, of course it is.
- Good.

There's so much I want to know.

I want to hear everything.

Right, go on.
Upstairs, get changed.

My goodness. This
is so exciting.

Suppose nothing's gonna
fit you anymore, is it?

Nope.

Yeah. Well, I brought you some
of your dad's things instead.

- Okay.
- Oh, Look.

Come on, take these off as well

and I'll put them in
to dry with the rest.

Uh...

Oh, will you take
them off, Adam?

Honestly.

God, look at you.

What?

You were just a boy.

And now you're not.

No.

You look totally different,
but it's still you.

Well, I thought
you'd be hairier.

Like your dad.

Okay, sorry.

I like a hairy chest, myself.

Okay.

Christ, you know who
you remind me of?

Uh, who?

You look just like my dad.

Really?

Hmm.

How I remember him anyway,
when I was a little girl.

God, isn't that mad?

It's like seeing you both
at exactly the same time.

Oh.

I've made your favorite.

Well, I hope it's
still your favorite.

I'll just go and
pop the kettle on,

and then you can
tell me everything.

Delicious.

Good.

Now, your dad told
me not to ask,

and I don't see a wedding ring,

so I'm presuming
you're not married,

but have you got a girlfriend?

Hmm?

I'm picturing her
with brown hair,

not too skinny.

Smart, obviously.

Well?

Well, what?

Do you?

I don't have a girlfriend. No.

That's a shame.

I don't have a girlfriend
because I'm not into girls,

into women.

What'd you mean?

I mean...

I'm gay.

As in homosexual?

As in that, yeah.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Since when?

Uh, since a long time.

How long?

Forever.

You don't look gay.

Well, I'm not sure
what that means.

It means what it means.
You know what it means.

Well, bet you're glad

you don't know
the neighbors now.

Hmm. I must admit
I'm a bit surprised.

Not really sure what
I feel about it.

What, you didn't, didn't think
it would be a possibility?

No, of course not.

What parent wants to think
that about their child?

No parent that I know.

Well, I'm very okay with it, so.

But aren't people nasty to you?

Um, no, no.

No, things are different now.

What, so they aren't nasty?

Not out loud, anyway.

Well, does everybody know?

I mean, are you open
about it? I mean...

I don't know, down the
High Street at WHSmith's?

Well, it depends on
the, on the street.

Yeah. Everybody knows,
everyone's fine.

Well, don't you want to
get married and have kids?

I can have kids.

Men can marry. Women, too.

What, to each other?

- Yeah.
- Why?

What do you mean "why"?

Well, isn't that like having
your cake and eating it?

So, do you want to get
married and have kids?

I don't know. It
wasn't a possibility

for such a long time.

So, I didn't think it
was worth the effort

of wanting to get
married and have kids.

Huh.

Oh.

- You okay?
- Hmm, I'm fine.

Sure?

I suppose I never did
know what was going on

in that odd little
head of yours.

You were always running
away. Do you remember?

Yeah.

There was that time

that you got as far
as the train station,

but then you'd lost your money

and so you couldn't
buy a ticket.

Do you remember that?

Yes, it was Granny's
five-pound note.

Yeah, that was it.

Where were you hoping to go?

Don't know.

London, I guess.

London?

God.

Oh, there was that time
that you got as far as

the bottom of the garden,
but then you cut your thumb

on an old milk bottle and
you came running back up

all sheepish with blood
all over your shirt,

and you were banging and banging

- on that window to be let in.
- Yeah.

There it is.

Just.

Hmm.

They say it's a very
lonely kind of life.

They don't actually
say that anymore.

So, you're not lonely?

If I am, it's not
because I'm gay.

Not really.

Not really.

Oh, God. And what about
this awful, ghastly disease?

I've seen the adverts on
the, on the news, and the,

and with the gravestone.

Should I be worried about that?

No. Jesus.

Everything's different now.

Everything's different.

Well, I guess I wouldn't
know about that.

Your clothes will be dry now.

You should take these
flapjacks with you,

if you want. I won't
be eating them.

What's wrong?

I'm okay.

I just got a bit of a chill.

Hey, you're hot.

Yeah.

I was just, I was just...

I just got caught in the rain.

Okay.

Well, why don't I
run you a hot bath?

My nan says there's
literally nothing

a hot bath couldn't solve.

I don't really like baths.

Fuck off. Who
doesn't like baths?

You don't need to
be shy around me.

Yes, that's easier
said than done.

Would you like me
to close my eyes?

- Yes, please.
- Okay.

Better?

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

Been thinking about
you all week, today.

Hmm.

Was thinking about

watching crappy TV with
you on a Friday night.

Eating take-away on your sofa.

Watching all the episodes
of Top of the Pops

from before I was born.

Yeah. I thought about
something else, too.

Thought about fucking you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Or you fuck me. I don't
really care which.

Are you into that?

Yeah.

It's okay if you're not.

We all don't need
to be into fucking.

Well, I wasn't for
the longest time,

for obvious reasons.

Obvious reasons?

I thought that if I
fucked anybody, I'd die.

It's probably pretty difficult
for you to imagine, isn't it?

A little.

Yeah. Come on.

You said the other day you
don't see your dad much.

Yeah.

What about your mum?

Yeah, same.

How come?

They know you're queer?

Yeah, course.

- Are they okay with it?
- Yeah.

They're okay.

I mean, they're
really old school.

Probably less okay than
everyone's meant to be.

Yeah. But they got used
to it, sort of, it's just,

they don't say too much.

You could say that I have

drifted to the edge.

Or right up to the edge, almost.

Over the edge.

What's that mean?

I'm edge of the family.

My sister and her kids,

and my older brother
who just got married,

they've all, they got
this spot in the center.

But it's okay.

Why is it okay?

Because,

I don't go home much.

Does that make you sad?

Um. No, I think it's
just inevitable, really.

Why?

Um...

I've always felt like a
stranger in my own family.

And then,

coming out just puts a name

to that difference
that's always been there.

So, in the end,

it's not really anyone's fault.

Hmm. What's wrong?

It's funny.

Things are better
now. Course they are,

but doesn't take much to make
you feel the way you felt,

back there again, skin all raw.

Am I still hot?

Just a little.

You wanna stay the night?

Sure she won't be long.

It's okay.

Just wanted to talk to her.

Yeah, I know you do.

This was your
granddad's favorite.

I never really liked
it much at the time,

but it's grown on me.

If you wanna see your
mum really lose her shit,

go ahead and break
that bloody thing.

Come on then, lad.
Sit yourself down.

♪ I don't want. ♪

♪ To set the world on fire. ♪

♪ I just want to start... ♪

Well, she told you then?

Was scared you
wouldn't come back.

But you know what
your mum's like.

You know, don't be, don't
be too disappointed in her.

No, I'm not.

Yeah, she just needs

to rearrange some
things in her head,

and all the stories
that she's built up.

Yeah. She'll soon realize
it's not actually about her.

What about you?

What about me?

What do you think?

Well, I mean, it
was hardly a shock.

I always knew you were
a bit tutti-frutti.

Couldn't throw a ball for shit,

no matter how many times
I tried to teach you.

- Jesus.
- Couldn't for shit.

Couldn't do it.

You make me sound like
a horrible cliché.

Well, can you throw a ball?

- Not at all.
- Well, there you go.

♪ To set the world on fire... ♪

Would you have liked
me to have known?

I don't know.

I would hear you crying
in your room after school.

Did the boys bully you, then?

Not just the boys.

What would they do?

Oh, call me a girl,

ignore me, refuse
to play with me,

stick my head down the toilet,

flick drawing pins in my face.

Christ's sake.

Yeah. Well, you know,

kids are little
cunts, aren't they?

♪ And that one desire is you. ♪

♪ And I know... ♪

So, why didn't you
come into my room

if you heard me crying?

Why didn't you tell me what
was happening at school?

You know, you answer me first.

Be honest.

I just didn't want to think
of you as the kind of boy

that the other
lads would pick on.

And I knew that if I
was at your school,

I'd probably have
picked on you too.

Yeah, I think I always
probably thought that, anyway.

Probably why I didn't tell you

what was happening
to me at school.

♪ Set the world on... ♪

Well...

♪ Fire ♪

♪ I just want to start. ♪

♪ A flame ♪

You know, when she told me,

it did make me think about
all the jokes that we make,

and, you know, we
did impressions

of your English teacher,

when he went around
with his limp wrist.

You told me not
to cross my legs,

like a woman over, and
over, and over again.

Did I?

Yeah, I still...

Still think about it every
time I cross my legs.

I have good memories, too.

Yeah, I hope so. Fuck.

I hope so. I hope you did.

Remember you used to
love decorating the tree.

That's...

You were crazy for
it, every year.

And you'd always let me, um,

put the fairy on
top of the tree.

The fairy. I did.

I'm sorry I never
came in your room

when you were crying.

No, really, it's okay.

No, it's not okay,
though, really, is it?

- It's not.
- Dad. Dad, I get it.

It was, it was so long...

It was so long ago. Stop!

Can I hug you now?

Yeah, please.

You're all right, son.

You're all right.

After this,

I wanna go out.

You,

and me...

Together...

Into the world.

♪ My dog will ♪
♪ bark at any passers-by. ♪

♪ Oh, you can get lonely. ♪

♪ I want a dog... ♪

- What do you want to drink?
- Uh... A pint.

Thank you.

Sorry.

Whoops, sorry.

Sorry.

Ah fuck. I've
missed this feeling.

I can't hear ya.

Do you dance?

If I'm wasted enough.

Then let's get wasted enough.

C'mon.

Yeah.

Where'd you get this?

Found it in my wallet.

Fuck knows how long
it's been there.

I think that's Ketamine.

- Really?
- Mmm-hmm.

Have you done it before?

No.

- Will you look after me?
- I'll do my best.

- Okay. That'll have to do.
- Okay.

♪ MAN: (SINGING) The
death of the party. ♪

♪ Came as no surprise. ♪

♪ Why did we bother. ♪

♪ Should have stayed away. ♪

♪ Another night. ♪

♪ And I thought well well. ♪

♪ Go to another party. ♪

♪ And hang myself. ♪

♪ Gently on the shelf ♪

♪ Another night. ♪

♪ And I thought well well. ♪

♪ Go to another party. ♪

♪ And hang myself. ♪

♪ Gently on the shelf. ♪

♪ Another party. ♪

♪ And I thought well well. ♪

♪ Go to another party. ♪

♪ And hang myself ♪

...for the next 30 minutes,

some surely good
tunes coming your way.

Like down here, we have

at number four,
The Pet Shop Boys

and You Were Always on My Mind.

Adam.

What's wrong?

Oh, you're really hot.

No, he's really hot.

What?

Now, here you go.

Come on.

Squeeze in, squeeze
in, squeeze in.

♪ Little things ♪
♪ I should have said and done. ♪

♪ I never took the time. ♪

♪ You were always on my mind. ♪

♪ You were always on my mind ♪

♪ Maybe I didn't hold you. ♪

♪ All those lonely,
lonely times. ♪

♪ And I guess I
never told you. ♪

♪ I'm so happy
that you're mine. ♪

♪ If I made you
feel second best ♪

♪ I'm so sorry I was blind. ♪

♪ You were always on my mind. ♪

♪ Tell me. ♪

♪ Tell me that your
sweet love hasn't died. ♪

♪ Give me. ♪

♪ One more chance to
keep you satisfied. ♪

♪ Satisfied ♪

Okay, get together.

Yeah. Yeah. Are you
ready? I'm gonna press it.

Okay, it's going.

All right, we have to be quick
'cause it goes off in a sec.

It's about 10 seconds.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- Here we go!
- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas!
- Go...

♪ You ♪
♪ were always on my mind. ♪

♪ Tell me ♪

Is this real?

Does it feel real?

Yeah.

There you go, then.

For how long, though?

I can't answer that.

I suppose we don't get
to decide when it's over.

You're not going
out now, are you?

Where would we go?

The Walsh's.

The Walsh's?

The Walsh's.

No, no. Wait.

Promise me you're
not gonna go out now.

I promise.

We're just gonna be
asleep next door.

Promise.

All right?

Get some sleep.

No.

What is it, sweetheart?

I can't sleep.

Well, do you wanna get in?

- Can I?
- 'Course, you can.

Still smells the same in here.

You'd creep in here
night after night,

saying you couldn't sleep.

You're always
scared of something.

Murderers breaking
in, or rabies,

or nuclear war.

Do people still get rabies?

- No.
- Oh!

I was desperate
for you to grow up

just so I could get
a good night's sleep.

Sorry.

What are you sorry for?

I'm the sorry one.

I should've relished
you driving me bananas.

Where did you go?

You know, afterwards.

I lived with Granny.

She took me to Dublin.

Yeah, I thought so.

Why didn't you
live with his lot?

Why didn't you live
with Granny May?

They said she was
too heartbroken.

About what?

Well, she'd lost her son.

Oh, I see. But my
mother was fine

about losing her only daughter?

No, no.

She was not fine.

I just can't believe that she

got to look after
you and I didn't.

Are any of them
still around now?

No.

Guess they wouldn't
be, would they?

And how did you get on
over there with Mum?

Did you manage to fit
in better at school?

I made sure I did.

I hate that we weren't around

when you needed us
most, sweetheart.

And I hate even more

that I wasn't there
before that, not really.

No, that's not true.

Come on. Well, I was hardly
Mother of the Year, was I?

But I like to think that

I would've got
better at it in time.

You know, given time.

You know, when I was a teenager,

or even later, into my twenties,

I used to plot it all out.

What'd you mean?

What we might've done together

in intricate detail. Trips
to the Whitgift Centre

birthdays,

trips to London,

The Planetarium,
the London Dungeon.

Oh, I always wanted to go there.

I know.

There were holidays

that we might've
gone on together.

Did we make it to Disneyland?

We did.

When I was 14.

- It rained nonstop.
- Oh!

And they shut down
Space Mountain.

And we fought every day.

Why did we have to fight?

Because that's what everyone
did with their parents.

They fought and bickered

and pretended that they

were ruining each other's lives.

Did we make up?

No, we didn't need to make up.

We were together,

so,

so it didn't matter.

You okay?

- No.
- You're okay, son.

You're okay.

What are you doing here?

You're not supposed to be here.

Mum? Mum?

You're okay.

You're okay.

- What day... What day is it?
- Sunday.

Why is it...

How come... How... Why
is it still Sunday?

You kept screaming
out for your parents

over and over again in the club.

And then,

I didn't know what
to do so I just,

took you back here and lay
with you till you fell asleep.

You looked so scared.

I am.

Hey, come here. Come here.

Hey, come here.

I'm here. It's okay.

You're okay.

I was sleeping in their bed

the night they went out.

I was meant to go with them.

To Christmas drinks
at the Walsh's.

Around midnight, um...

Two police came to the
door. A man and a woman.

He had really
beautiful, kind eyes,

and this thick, dark stubble.

Looked like it
had been drawn on.

The car skidded on black ice.

Both of them had been drinking.

Dad was killed right away,
but they took Mum to, uh,

Saint Mary's in Croydon, and
she died a few days later.

Did you get to see her?

What'd you mean? To say goodbye?

Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

No.

My granny thought it
would be too scarring.

Mum went through the windscreen

and she lost an eye,

so she was pretty fucked up.

Jesus.

Yeah.

I went looking for that eye.

I don't know why. Didn't
want anyone else to find it.

Thought it would be on
the side of the road.

Staring up at me. "Hi."

I did find a tiny piece

of the windscreen glass, though.

In my head, it had blood on it,

but maybe that's not true.

The nurse said that Mum woke up

just before she died.

She must've been so confused.
Can't hardly see and...

Dad wasn't there,
I wasn't there.

I can't even begin to
imagine how you felt.

How lonely you must've been.

Yeah, but, like, I'd
always felt lonely,

even before.

This was a new feeling.

Like

a terror,

that I'd always be alone now.

And then, as I got
older, that feeling just,

just solidified.

Just a...

Just a knot here all the time.

And then losing them,

it just got tangled up
with all the other stuff,

about being gay,

and just feeling, like,

the future doesn't matter.

Does that make sense?

Yeah.

Mmm-hmm.

I know how easy it can be to
stop caring about yourself.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Adam.

Will you come with me?

Where to?

Just let me show you.

Whose house is this?

My parents'.

Yeah. Who lives here now?

It's okay. Don't worry.

Hello?

Adam.

Hello?

- Where are they?
- Who?

Hello?

Who?

My parents.

This is our house.
This is our kitchen.

This is our wallpaper.
That's our table where we had

fish and chips
every Friday night,

so my mother could pretend

we were still Catholic.

Adam I want to go home.
Let me take you home.

- This is my home.
- No, it used to be.

- It's not anymore. Adam!
- Mum?

- Dad?
- Adam, listen.

Let me take you home.

You go home!

You go home. I'm not going.

Where are they?

Where are they?

Mum?

- Adam, stop it.
- Dad?

Can you see them?

Let me in.

Please.

Please let me in.

Please let me in.

He has to stop now.

He has to get on with his life.

He can't keep coming here.

We're not allowing him
to get on with his life.

I think we are helping him.

No, we're not. It's not normal.

- It's not...
- Why didn't you let us in?

Where is he? Is he
here? Is Harry here?

No.

We did see him, though.

But I wanted you to meet him.

I know, but I don't think
this works like that.

Looked like a handsome
fellow, though.

Is he your special friend?

Do you mean my boyfriend?

Is he my boyfriend?
You can say it.

Okay. Well, is he
your boyfriend?

Um... Uh, I don't know.

Are you in love with him?

Why is that so strange?

I don't know, I've never
been in love before, so...

Not really.

So, this...

I don't know if this is it.

Sweetheart.

Well,

he certainly seems to care
about you a whole heap,

in my not so humble opinion.

Do you think you'd like
to be in love with him?

Yeah?

- Son, I think we...
- No.

Don't say it.

- Please don't say it.
- No, we have to.

We have to.

Um...

Me and your mum,

we think that it's best you
don't come visit us anymore.

All right.

You're just gonna keep coming
and coming, I know you are.

And we can see what
this is doing to you.

It's not doing anything to me.

Yes, it is.

It won't let you move on.

Okay, well, I'll come less.

I'll come once a year.
I'll come at Christmas.

Come on, lad, we...

You have to have known

that this wasn't
gonna last forever.

I'm not asking for
it to last forever.

I'm just...

It hasn't been long enough.

Hasn't been close
to long enough.

I know, but it never
could be, could it?

Hey, listen.

I've got an idea.

How's about...

How's about we go to
your favorite place

in the whole bloody world, huh?

I'm sure it's still open.

It's the next best
thing to Disneyland.

It's fucking cheaper too.

What do you think?

♪ If ♪
♪ I could see the world. ♪

♪ Through the eyes of a child. ♪

♪ What a wonderful world. ♪

♪ This would be. ♪

♪ There'd be no trouble... ♪

Uh, can I get the
"family special", please?

That's a lot of food.

That's okay.

Not really very hungry.

- No, me neither.
- No.

Hey, I wanna ask you something.

- God, no, don't ask.
- No, no, I'm gonna ask him.

- Was it quick?
- Oh, Jesus.

- I told you not to ask.
- You're the... You wanna know.

Yeah, but what if it was
slow and horribly painful?

Yeah, but what
difference does it make?

It makes a big difference.

It was quick.

- Was it?
- Yeah.

For both of us?

Mmm-hmm.

No, you don't seem sure.

Don't be fibbing now.

It was quick.

It was really quick.

Well, okay.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, but that's a relief,
isn't it? Of sorts.

It's been playing on
my mind, that has.

What do you think we should say

to each other?

Not sure I have much
wisdom to share.

I don't know, maybe,
Adam being older,

should be sharing some with us.

Maybe we shouldn't say anything.

Maybe.

Although, I will
say that getting

to know you has made
us very proud, son.

I haven't done anything
to be proud of.

- I've just muddled through.
- No, but you got through.

Some tough times, I'm sure,

and you're still here.

That's what we're proud of.

Yeah.

Dad?

Hmm?

Stay. Stay. Stay a bit longer.

No, I don't think so, son.

Love you, darling.

You do?

Sometimes, I wasn't so sure.

Whatever problems we had,

I'm glad we got to be
together at the end.

Me too.

Now, I...

I know I was never
good at saying it.

I just couldn't
get the words out.

I do love you very much.

Somehow, even more,
now that I know you.

It's important that
you believe me.

I do.

And I love you very much.

Dad?

Dad, did... Dad,
did you hear that?

Oh, Adam, are you there?

I can't see you.
Why can't I see you?

I'm here, Mum.

Oh, there you are.

I can feel you.

Skin's lovely and warm.

Now, you listen.

You promise me

that you're gonna try
with this Harry boy.

Yeah.

I'd have liked him. I know it.

He might need a bit of
taking care of, mind you.

He's got such a sad face.

- Do you hear me?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I hear you.

That's good.

I hope you make each
other a bit happier.

Such a kind and gentle boy.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you.

Harry?

What are you doing down here?

I came to find you.

Why are you here?

I... I said goodbye to
them, so I came to see you.

- It's okay.
- It's not okay, though,

is it?

I was so scared that night. I
just needed to not be alone.

I know.

I'm sorry.

I was too scared

to let you in.

I'm in there, aren't I?

- Let's just go upstairs.
- No, no, no.

I just need you
to tell me, okay?

Because I can smell it. I can

taste it in my throat.

How come no one found me?

Where was my mum and my dad?

- I found you...
- I know,

but I... Adam, I don't want you

to see me like that
in there. It's...

You're not in there.
You're not in there.

You're not in there.

You're here.

You're here.

You're here.

With me.

Let's just go upstairs.

I saw her, you know.

Your mum.

Your dad, too, at the house.

They saw you, too.

They did?

Mmm-hmm.

My dad says you're
a handsome fellow.

Hmm.

They'd have loved you.

They both would.

That's good.

Did you get to say
what you wanted to say?

I don't know, but I
got to be with them.

It's good that you
were all together.

Yeah.

I'm scared.

I know.

But I'm here with you.

Don't let this get
tangled up again.

Okay, come on.

Okay.

It's so quiet.

Never could stand how
quiet this place was.

Will you put a record on?

- What would you like?
- You choose.

"I'll protect you
from the hooded claw."

"Keep the vampires
from your door."

♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay. ♪

♪ Feels like fire. ♪

♪ I'm so in love with you. ♪

♪ Dreams are like angels. ♪

♪ They keep bad at
bay, bad at bay. ♪

♪ Love is the light. ♪

♪ Scaring darkness away, yeah. ♪

♪ I'm so in love with you. ♪

♪ Purge the soul. ♪

♪ Make love your goal. ♪

♪ The power of love. ♪

♪ A force from above. ♪

♪ Cleaning my soul. ♪

♪ Flame on, burn desire. ♪

♪ Love with tongues of fire. ♪

♪ Purge the soul. ♪

♪ Make love your goal. ♪

♪ I'll protect you
from the hooded claw. ♪

♪ Keep the vampires
from your door. ♪

♪ When the chips are
down I'll be around. ♪

♪ With my undying, ♪
♪ death-defying love for you. ♪

♪ Envy will hurt itself. ♪

♪ Let yourself be beautiful. ♪

♪ Sparkling love, flowers ♪
♪ And pearls and pretty girls. ♪

♪ Love is like an energy. ♪

♪ Rushin' an' rushin'
inside of me, eh. ♪

♪ The power of love. ♪

♪ A force from above. ♪

♪ Cleaning my soul. ♪

♪ Flame on, burn desire. ♪

♪ Love with tongues of fire. ♪

♪ Purge the soul. ♪

♪ Make love your goal. ♪

♪ This time we go sublime. ♪

♪ Lovers entwine,
divine, divine. ♪

♪ Love is danger,
love is pleasure. ♪

♪ Love is pure, the
only treasure. ♪

♪ I'm so in love with
you Purge the soul. ♪

♪ Make love your goal. ♪

♪ The power of love. ♪

♪ A force from above. ♪

♪ Cleaning my soul. ♪

♪ The power of love. ♪

♪ A force from above. ♪

♪ A sky-scraping dove. ♪

♪ Flame on, burn desire. ♪

♪ Love with tongues of fire. ♪

♪ Purge the soul. ♪

♪ Make love your goal. ♪

♪ I'll protect you
from the hooded claw. ♪

♪ Keep the vampires
from your door ♪