All language subtitles for Until I Kill You s01e01 lOVE.eng

[ Alarm clock beeping ]

[ Groans ]

[ Beeping stops ]

[ Train passing ]

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[ Grunts ]

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[ Horn blares ]

[ Horns honking ]

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[ Horn blares ]

Oi! Wear a helmet!

Sod off!

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Delia.

Morning, Sister.

[ Telephone rings ]

Delia:
Uh, Lilian Ashman?

Lilian Ashman?

-Lilian: Yes, darlin'?
-Delia: Oh, hello, Lilian.

Oh, dear, what have you --
what have we done here?

Oh, uh, I don't know.

Oh, well, shall we get
it cleaned up

and then you can see the doctor?

Okay. Follow me.

You okay? Good.

Come on.

-Nurse 1: What are you thinking?
-Imelda: Maybe the jumpsuit.

Nurse 2: Yeah, what are you
gonna wear?

Imelda:
Maybe the denim --

you know the denim jumpsuit
I got?

Uh, do you know that, um,
girl --

Gavin:
Hello, everybody.

All: Hi!

Gavin: Bye, everybody.

Imelda: Oi.

Ooh, Peru.

Now, there's a place
I would love to visit.

One day, eh, um...
Delia?

Oh, you're in there, Delia.

You should make a move.

God, she's such an oddball.

What? Oh, it was joke.

Be nice, Imelda.

[ Laughter ]

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Fancy joining us
for a drink?

Oh, I don't think
the others would want me there.

It's not the others
that's asking, is it?

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

Another?

No. I've gotta go.
You wanna walk to the Tube?

No. No.
I'm gonna stay for a drink.

You be all right
on your own?

Yeah, sure.

Okay.
Good luck with that guy.

What guy?

You're a dark horse,
Delia.

I want details on Monday.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

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You look like you can do with
a hand. What are you drinking?

Oh. Uh, a pint of Real Ale,
please.

Thank you.
L-Let me give you some money.

It's alright,
go on, I've got this.

-John: I'm John.
-Delia: Delia.

Excuse me.
Can I get a pint of Real Ale

and the same again for me?

Thanks.

I'm a chippy, carpenter.
Work all over.

Germany mostly.

Money's good over there,
you know?

I-I've never been
to Germany.

I love travelling.
I-I am a traveller.

Not a tourist.
Very much a traveller.

Hot countries, though.
I need sun and heat.

So, are you American?

No, no,
I am not American.

No, I was born in Australia,

then I spent the first 13 years
of my life in Ontario, Canada,

and then we moved
to Detroit, Michigan.

When I was 19,
I came over here

to live with my grandparents
in Scotland and then London.

I wanted to be a ballet dancer,
but, um...

It -- it didn't work out.

Why's that?
You're a great dancer.

Ballet's very different.
It's, um...

It's very disciplined,
very technical.

Ah, right. Well, maybe
it just wasn't for you.

You're a bit of a free spirit,
aren't ya?

I could tell that by the way
you were moving.

[ Lighter clicks ]

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-[ Bell rings ]
Bartender: Last orders!

Ladies and gentlemen,
that is last orders!

Do you wanna
come back to mine?

Sure.

[ Siren wails ]

[ Door rattles ]

Oh!

Damn thing.

[ Light switch clicks ]

Looks like
that frame's warped.

-Delia: Is it?
-I'm a carpenter, I told you.

Oh, yeah. That's right.
You said.

Come in.

[ Door closes ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

John: These all
from your travels?

Yeah. Oh, that's
an incense holder.

It's in the shape
of the Hindu OM sign.

I bought it
in a holy Hindu town

on the banks
of the River Ganges.

I made that.

Yeah, I was in Mexico walking
along the beach, and I found it.

It's coral.

Yeah, you see, so, um, yeah,
Israel, uh, Sri Lanka.

Mm-hmm.

Um, Honduras, Kenya,

and, yeah, Mexico.

It's impressive, that.

I've only been to places
in Europe.

Oh, there's some beautiful
places in Europe.

Have you been to Amsterdam?
That's the last place I was in.

It's interesting, that city,
you know?

Haven't got much furniture,
have you?

Exactly!

I wanna feel that
I can leave any time I want.

You know, my wardrobe
is a suitcase,

and my bed is a sleeping bag.

But, I mean, I like
where I live to be nice, though.

I mean, when I moved in here, I
painted the whole place myself.

Oh, yeah.
Done a good job there, girl.

I love colourful things.

I bought this rug
in Camden Market.

Yeah, it's colourful, that.
[ Chuckles ]

You should sit down.
Your tea's getting cold.

Oh, yeah.

-Delia:
Oh! It's all over my rug! -John: Sorry.

I wanted to keep it nice!

It's alright,
it's only a bit of tea.

Sorry about that.

Delia: You should be
more careful.

Pardon?

You should go.
It's late.

Before I do
any more damage.

[ Delia scrubbing ]

[ Clicks tongue ] Well,
I'm sorry about your rug.

Do you wanna go out
another time?

I won't have time.
I'm very busy.

Sound...

[ Door thuds open ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Siren wailing ]

He seemed nice, too.
Different.

Did you get his number?

I doubt he has one.
He lives in a squat.

Maybe you'll see him
again at the pub.

Oh, no, I'd be too embarrassed
to talk to him.

I think I might
write him a letter.

A letter?

Yeah, explaining
that I didn't mean to be rude.

Then I could give it to him,

and then he can decide
what he wants to do.

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Delia:
John, I have been worried

that I might have
hurt your feelings.

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You asked me if I would like
to meet again, and I said no,

because I was too busy.

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[ Door opens ]

It is true that I am busy.

Also, I tend to keep to myself.

I have not been thinking
about meeting anyone.

But if you still want to meet,
I would like to meet you.

[ Door rattles ]

[ Door thuds open ]

[ Bike wheels spinning ]

[ Keys jingle ]

Anyway, I just wanted
you to know that

and that I didn't mean
to be rude.

Delia.

[ Bell tolling ]

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[ Bike bell rings ]

[ Tolling continues ]

[ Answering machine beeps ]

Melissa:
Hi, Ma, it's Melissa.

I just called
to wish you happy birthday.

Uh, I'm gonna be getting
a fax machine sometime soon,

so I'll call and be able to
leave that number with you, anyway.

Have a good time
and take care of yourself.

Goodbye. Love you.

That's the last time
any of us heard her voice.

I filed a missing-person report
with you people a year ago.

I've called repeatedly,
but it's always the same.

Nothing.

With respect, Mr. Halstead,
because there is nothing.

Because nobody here
gives a damn!

That's Melissa
seven years ago.

It's the most recent photograph
we have.

She was a model.
Travelled all over the world.

Then she went her way,
and we lost touch with her.

[ Chuckles ]

Melissa was a free spirit.

It's just not like her
to vanish without a word.

[ Indistinct talking ]

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This is for you.

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You had me worried
for a minute, then.

Thought it might have been
the cleaning bill for your rug.

Oh, I-I would never
do that.

I'm joking.

[ Chuckles nervously ]

[ Chuckles ]

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Do you wanna come back
to mine this time?

Uh, might be safer.

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[ Dog barks,
footsteps ascending stairs ]

[ Light switch clicks ]

We've got the place
to ourselves.

The lads I share with
are working nights.

Right.

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What's that for?

Tara. Me pet tarantula.

Mm. Unusual pet.

Is it? [ Chuckles ]
It's cheaper than a dog.

You don't have to walk it.

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You're an unconventional person.

Yeah. I've always gone
me own way.

Me too.

John: Yeah?

It's never made me happy,
though.

What, being an outsider?

That's exactly how I feel --
how I've felt --

all my fucking life.

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How old are you?

34.

Why? How old are you?

40.

No!

Are you?

Mm-hmm.
[ Chuckles ]

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[ Whispers ] Are you disgusted
I'm so old?

No.

Forty's not old.

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[ Plane flies overhead ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Music playing,
indistinct conversations ]

Delia! Hello!

Hi, Janice.
This is John.

Alright, you must be
the birthday girl.

Yeah. Come in.

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Make yourselves at home.

-Delia:
We brought you some wine. -Janice: Oh!

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John:
This is gonna be a riot.

Oh, there's Leah.

Leah: Delia!
You made it. [ Laughs ]

Oh, and this must be John.
Finally!

-John: Alright, Leah.
Nice to meet ya. -Leah: Yeah.

Yeah, nice to meet you.
Uh, this is Manuela.

-Leah: Manuela, Delia, John.
-John: You alright?

-John:
Where did you get the drinks? -Leah: Oh, through there.

-John: Do you want a drink?
-Delia: Yeah.

She's a fast worker, this one.

Pulled John in a pub
the moment I turned my back.

I did not "pull" him,
whatever that means.

Manuela:
Ignore her, Delia.

I love her,
but she's a prat sometimes.

Oi! A little loyalty, you.

Gavin:
Right, ladies, canap�s.

I.E. crisps and sausages
on a stick.

-Leah: Oh! I'm starving.
-Gavin: Very salty.

And we have another punter.
There we are.

Oh, cheers thanks.

-Gavin: Clearly a vegetarian.
-[ Laughter ]

Give us a stick of celery
next time.

That's a fantastic dress, Delia.

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"Clearly a vegetarian."
Clearly a posh twat.

-John: He fancies you.
-Delia: No, he doesn't.

He does.
My antenna are never wrong.

Leah seems alright.

Is she a lesbian?

Yeah.
I didn't know that about Leah.

You better watch yourself.
[ Blows ]

Here.

Can you not?
It's not that kind of party.

Why? Because they're
a bunch of stiffs?

You care too much
what people think.

Here you are.

[ Dog barking ]

[ Inhales ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Exhales ]

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John: God,
I'm dying for a piss.

[ Grunts ]

Oh!

What are you doing?

[ Zipper unzips ]

John!

John, don't do that.
John?!

John, don't do that!

[ Urinating ]

All right, ladies!

[ Laughs ]

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It's her home.
We were her guests.

It's all right for you, John.
She's not your boss.

Wait, whoa, first off,
she's not your boss.

-John: You're an agency nurse.
-Delia: No. No. John, she is! She is my boss!

And second, you don't have to be
polite all the fucking time.

There'll be plenty of time
to be a boring conformist later.

Fuck them, I say.
Fuck them all!

Fuck them all!
[ Laughs ]

-[ Car alarm blaring ]
-John: Fuck!

[ Both laughing ]

[ Laughs ]

[ Blaring continues ]

[ Both laugh ]

[ Laughing ]

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Janice: I didn't appreciate John
urinating on my plants, Delia.

The patio smelt like
a pub toilet the morning after.

Yeah. Sorry, Janice.
John had a lot to drink.

Not that
that's any excuse.

You're not gonna tell
the agency, are you?

No. Of course not.
I just mention it to...

maybe just have a word with John
about his manners.

Yeah, thank you.

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Door closes ]

You just can't stand
that I've got a boyfriend.

Yeah, Delia,
'cause he's such a catch.

You like John, don't you?

He's your boyfriend, Delia.
What's it matter what I think?

John says I care too much
about what people think.

Does he or does he not
make you happy?

He makes me feel less alone.

Do you realise that's not
the greatest reason in the world

to be with someone?

If you don't like him,
just say so.

I'm not saying that.

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-Mrs. Wilson: Hello, Delia.
Joshua: Hiya.

Hello, Mrs. Wilson.

[ Lock clicks ]

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John: Delia.

Hi.

I thought I could fix your door.

Oh, you really don't
have to do that.

It's alright.
Here, I'll take that.

Evening.

Hiya.

[ Grunts ]

[ Ratcheting ]

[ Sanding ]

Try.

Delia: Bye.

[ Lock clicks ]

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Come in.

Would you like to move in
with me?

We'd have to share the bills.

Yes.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm gonna take
such good care of you.

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-Stilma: Astrid.
-Astrid: Inspector.

[ Speaks foreign language ]

[ Speaks foreign language ]

[ Telephone ringing ]

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[ Mouse clicking ]

[ keyboard clacking ]

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John: There you go.

She'll be nice
and warm there.

-John: See these?
-Delia: Is that what you feed her?

Mm-hmm.
The food's gotta be alive.

They'll ambush predators,
spiders.

They stay still for ages,

until the prey has forgotten
that they're there.

And then...rawr!
[ Laughs ]

-John: You didn't flinch.
-Delia: I saw you coming.

-John: [ Chuckles ]
-Delia: [ Blows ]

Well, do me a favour.
Don't forget to feed her while I'm away.

I'm going to be
working in Germany again.

How long for?

Oh, about a month. Sorry.
I thought I'd...

No.

-John: Oh.
-Delia: Oh.

Well, you could come with.

Oh, I can't.
I've gotta work.

Oh, well.

I'll miss you...honey.

That's a very American thing
to say -- "honey."

I picked that up
from me last girlfriend.

She was American.

Do you want to see
a picture of her?

-You drew that?
-John: Yep.

She looks attractive.

She was a model.

Oh, she must be
very beautiful.

John: Well, I only go out
with beautiful women.

-John: Beautiful and blond.
-Delia: I don't like the word "woman."

I prefer "female."
What's her name?

Melissa.

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[ Breaks hiss ]

John: Welcome to
Skelmers-Hell.

Come on.

Oh, yeah.
Give us the bag.

Delia:
Now you offer to take it?

Gotta look the gent,
haven't I, in front of me ma.

-Mrs. Sweeney: Hello, you two!
-John: Aw, merry Christmas, Ma!

John: Merry Christmas,
Mum. This is Delia.

Delia:
Hello, Mrs. Sweeney.

Oh, hello, Delia.

John: Here ya are, biscuits
for you there, from Bavaria.

-Mrs. Sweeney: Aww! Come on in!
-John: [ Chuckles ] Me Dad in?

Mrs. Sweeney:
He's through there. Oh, it is so lovely to see ya.

John: And you.
Oh, it's lovely to be here.

-[ Door closes ]
-John: This turkey's delicious, Ma.

Mrs. Sweeney:
You think so, love? I think I left it in too long.

-Mrs. Sweeney: It's dry.
-Delia: It's really not, Mrs. Sweeney.

-Delia: It's very succulent.
-Brendan: Delia's just being polite, Mum.

It's tough as an old boot.
[ Scoffs ]

[ Delia chuckles nervously ]

So, uh,
where was it you went again?

Oberickelsheim.
You been?

Delia: It's so picturesque
in the snow.

And they have a genuine
Bavarian Christmas market.

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John says you work as a nurse,
Delia.

Mm. Agency, though.

Which hospital
do you work in?

St. Paul's at the moment.

Um, surgical ward.

? Such a lovely time
at Christmas ?

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What about that, uh,
Freddy Mercury fella dying of AIDS?

Fucking hell,
what a conversation.

Eh?

[ Laughing ]

Couldn't you have worn
something good and clean,

you know, for Christmas?

You're joking?

What do you mean?
This me Sunday best.

Even on the building sites,
I always wore something

good and clean.

Well, that's not very sensible,
is it?

[ Scoffs ]

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Happy Christmas, one and all.

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Was Freddy Mercury gay?

-Brendan:
How can you not know that? -Delia: Oh.

I don't have a TV,
and I don't read newspapers.

Delia's American, too, Brendan.
There's that as well.

I-I'm not, actually,
Mrs. Sweeney. I'm not American.

Or Canadian.
I spent the first 13 years of my life in Ontario, Canada,

and then we moved to Detroit,
Michigan.

I was born in Australia.
I have an Australian passport

and a-a British one
because of my grandparents.

I have dual nationality,
but I don't feel Australian

or British
or American or Canadian.

I don't really know where
I feel I belong anywhere --

Alright, sweetheart. She didn't
ask for your life story.

[ Chuckles nervously ]

John says I talk too much.

? The snow begins
to fall around us ?

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

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[ Sets glass down ]
From Alfred.

Fella with the flat cap
at the bar.

Delia: Oh, who's Alfred?

Some local piss head.

They all seem really pleased
to see you.

Yeah, that's 'cause fuck all
ever happens here.

[ Sighs deeply ]

[ "She's a Good Girl" plays ]

Oh, I love this song!

Ah!

Oh, I love this one!

John...will you dance with me?

[ Chuckles ]

Come and dance with me, John.
Come on.

Will you? Yeah?

Come and dance with me,
lover.

Fucking sit down.
Everyone's looking at ya.

? She's a good girl ?

? And we love her ?

? She's a good girl ?

? And we love her ?

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[ Lipstick lid clicks ]

[ Door opens ]

Hey, it's the dancer!
Love the get-up, luv.

Girl's never too old
to be a hippy.

Are you and John Sweeney
an item, then?

He's my boyfriend.

Hope you have better luck
than his wife.

[ Door closes ]

1979. I was eighteen.

-Delia:
How long were you married? -John: I dunno. About 5 years.

Though it felt
a lot fucking longer.

Five years?
Do you have children?

Two.

Well,
why didn't you tell me?

Didn't occur to me.

What? No, I-I have
never wanted to be with a man

who has children
with someone else.

It's a bit unrealistic
at your age, innit it?

-Delia:
What the hell does that mean? -John: You're no spring chicken.

Any bloke you end up with
is gonna have baggage.

Why are you being
so horrible?

Delia, do you wanna break up
with me?

No! No! I just --
I don't want to be lied to!

Will you stop being
a fucking nag?

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[ John sighs deeply ]

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[ Conversing in
foreign language ]

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[ Keys jingle ]

[ Lock clicks ]

[ Sawing ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Sawing ]

Delia:
What's going on?

I'm sick of sleeping
on the floor.

No, I --
I don't want a bed!

I told ya,
I don't want any big furniture.

Don't be so ungrateful.

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John: Delia?

Delia?

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Come on.
Get your kit off.

We need to break this in.

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[ Zipper unzips ]

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[ Choking ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Struggling ] John.

-Delia: John.
-John: No. No. Don't.

John!

John. John!

[ Gasps ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ John groans ]

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Did you have a bad dream
last night?

[ Yawning ] I never
remember me dreams.

Why?

I woke up,
and you were strangling me.

You were asleep.
And you were saying stuff.

[ Spoon stirring ]

Why, what was I saying?

Nothing much.

I'm sorry. That must've been,
uh -- That must have been scary for you.

Yeah, it was.

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[ Alarm clock beeping ]

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[ Beeping stops ]

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Leah:
Delia, you're back.

Are you alright?

Uh...

Ohh...

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He never tells me
how long he's going to be away

or when he's going to be back.

He treats my flat
like a doss-house.

Have you told him you're
not happy about that?

Yeah, of course.
I've told him more than once I want him to move out.

-Leah: And?
-Delia: Well, he...

He says he will,
but then he never does.

That's not right.
It's your home.

I know that.

Are you scared of him?

No.

I don't know.
A little bit.

He -- He has
a very bad temper.

Is he violent?

No.
He does say mean things.

Sometimes he looks at me
like he hates me.

I've made some really bad
boyfriend choices in the past.

Especially the last one --
Patrick.

He was a violent,
controlling arsehole.

Is that why
you became a lesbian?

[ Gasps ] I thought that you
and Manuela were...

We are. She's my girlfriend.

Right. Um, I could never go
with a female.

-Leah: Never say never.
-Delia: No, I mean it. I could not.

Okay, okay. I believe you.

I mean,
he was violent once --

John -- in a way. Um...

What do you mean?

He tried to strangle me
in his sleep.

He was having a bad dream.

Delia, you need to finish
with him.

How can I if he won't leave?

He's in Germany now, yeah?

-Delia: Uh-huh.
-Leah: And I take it he's got his own keys?

-Delia: Yeah.
-Leah: Change the locks on him.

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John:
Good day at the office?

[ Bubbling ]

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[ Spoon tapping ]

Hope you like chilli con carne.

Oh, I've got a present for you.

[ Bubbling ]

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It's a pin cushion.
That means "I love you."

I know what it means.

[ John laughs ]

Come here. Mm!

No. No. John, no.

[ Sniffs ] Have you
been drinking?

Yeah, I had a couple of wines
with Leah.

I'm back at City at Westminster.

Why, is she trying
to get into your knickers?

Delia: No. Just friends.

[ Scoffs ] You haven't
got any friends.

And you don't love me.
And I don't want a pin-cushion.

Fucking hell,
what a spiteful thing to do.

I want you to move out.

This again?

You use me. You're rude to me.
And you don't respect me.

Respect? Has that dyke been
putting ideas into your head?

This has nothing to do with her!

I don't want to go out
with you anymore!

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Have you eaten?

You're probably hungry.

Is that it?

Look, let's --
let's have our dinner.

And, alright, if you still feel
the same way afterwards,

then fine, I'll fuck off.

Yeah?

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[ Crunching ]

[ Sighs ]

I've eaten.
So...you can go now, please?

One last thing.

No.
No one-last-things, John.

Let me draw you.

Just so I've got something
to remember you by, eh?

Now, sit there.

Come on.

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Take your coat off.

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Sit down.

[ Pen scribbling ]

Smile, Delia. Smile.

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What happened
between you and Melissa?

John:
Why do you ask that?

Well, you still love her.

[ Scribbling continues ]

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Did she finish with you?

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That's how I see you.

Delia: [ Scoffs ] Get out!
Get out of my house.

It's not your house!

It's a council house,
you fucking --

Get out! Get out!
Get out! Go away!

John: I'm going for a drink.
Don't wait up.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Breathing shakily ]

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-Delia: Aah!
-[ Glass shatters ]

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[ Sketchbook thuds ]

[ Breathing shakily ]

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[ Crying ]

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[ Crying continues ]

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Why you going through my things?
That's private.

That's -- [ Groans ]

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You want to know what happened
with me and Melissa?

I killed her in Amsterdam.

I chopped her up, and
I put her in a fucking canal.

[ Delia screams ]

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Telephone rings ]

-Janice: Delia not in yet?
-Leah: No.

Man: Hello.

Sorry, sir.
Bear with me a sec.

[ Telephone ringing ]

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[ Ringing stops ]

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? White flowers ?

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? Rest in water ?

? Won't you
take them away? ?

? Won't you take them away? ?

? Won't you take me away? ?

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