Cara (2024) Movie Script
1
[ominous music]
[static crackling]
[waves crashing]
[eerie music]
[Cara breathing raggedly]
[ominous music]
[Cara breathing raggedly]
[ominous music continues]
[Cara breathing raggedly]
[suspenseful music]
[dramatic music]
[chains rattling]
[Cara gasping]
[tense music]
[tense music continues]
[chains rattling]
[dramatic music]
[chains rattling]
[Cara screaming]
[water pattering]
- [Ashley] Cara?
Cara, are you gonna be long?
I'm bursting!
- Be out in a minute.
- Hurry up! It's
comin' out, yeah?
[ominous music]
[TV chattering]
You took your time
in there, hmm?
The toilet. I nearly wet myself.
- [chuckles] Be a shame, that.
- [laughs] That's great, thanks.
So, what are you up to today?
- Group therapy and
my stream later.
- [groans] Group.
More preaching from St.
Jane and Pope Gregg, then.
- Probably.
- Talking can be the
best route to recovery.
Absolute bullshit. [chuckles]
- They keep asking about you.
- Yeah? Let 'em ask.
I'm done with that. Movin' on.
- It's all right for some.
- Yeah, well that's what you
get for being proper mental
instead of just a little bit.
- Oh, fuck off.
[Ashley chuckles]
What you up to?
- Nip in to town.
- Nice.
- Yeah, get somethin'
skimpy for the stream.
Oh, and a pedicure.
- Another?
- Another what?
- A pedicure. What's
left for them to do?
- Gotta keep 'em nice
for my gentlemen.
- Gentlemen?
- Yeah, that's all they
bloody want now. Feet.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, they love 'em.
- [scoffs] Right?
Views gone up?
- Nah, still crappy.
But it's a marathon, not
a sprint and all that.
- Mm, true.
- You should join me,
instead of that
shithole you stream on.
What is it? Red Room Fans.
"Where bones meet boners."
[both chuckle]
[phone vibrating]
[TV chattering]
Something wrong?
Ooh, cake sounds good.
Tell her you want six
as well. [chuckles]
What's wrong?
- Just all this bullshit
about building bridges.
- Mm, has it changed anything?
- Jane and Gregg,
confronting issues
and finding peace, apparently.
- Well, just make
the most of it.
Eat all the cake and
then get out. Winner.
Anyway, I better
get a wiggle on.
Enjoy group.
Oh, Jesus Christ, it is really
starting to stink in there.
- Oh.
- [Ashley] Did you
call the landlord?
- Yeah, of course.
- And?
- He says he's got
someone comin' out.
- Well, when?
- I'm not sure.
- All right, well, you
need to call him again.
It's making my eyes water.
- You could always call him.
- Uh, no, I'm way
too special for that.
It's below my pay grade.
- Of course.
[Ashley giggles]
[TV chattering]
[suspenseful music]
- And that's why it's important,
perhaps even essential.
Just keep communicating
wherever possible.
We can't always know
when something's amiss
and other people can
help us with that.
It's pretty hard to
remember that people
can be there for you
when you need them.
Dave, is everything all right?
- Why not?
- [Jane] You just
seem a bit agitated
and you're not really with us.
- Well, no. No,
everything's okay, thanks.
- [Jane] Right, well, if
there's somethin' on your mind,
you could always share it.
- No, I'm fine.
- Would you rather
speak in private?
- I'm okay. Nothing
to talk about.
Everything's okay.
- Okay, well my
door's always open,
and better yet, we're all ears.
- Right. Gotcha!
- We've found that talking
things through with a group
can be extremely beneficial
for people in recovery.
And I know I tell
you week in, week out
and you're probably sick
and tired of hearing it.
- Now, she's right
about that last part at least.
- And I know it can feel
a bit awkward, and for some
of you it's still early days,
but we do all share
similar experiences
and we can use those to help
both ourselves and others.
- You know, I can't
stand this snotty bitch.
- Shall we take a break?
And then when we come
back, we can go through
our 10 coping strategies
for every day, yeah?
Coffee's where it always is.
- You know, I'd really like
to sort her out. [chuckles]
- [Jane] Cara.
- Yeah?
- Just wanted a quick word.
Won't keep you a minute.
So then, how are you gettin' on?
- Fine. Why?
- You don't need
to be defensive.
You've just been a bit quiet
lately, so I thought I'd ask.
- Right.
- Now, I know you're not an
extrovert at the best of times,
but is there something
on your mind?
- Nothin' special, no.
- [Jane] The daydreams?
- What?
- Are you still
having your daydreams?
'Cause if you are, we could
talk about them, perhaps.
- It's nothin' to talk about.
- Right.
Did you get a chance to
look through the pages
I gave you last time at all?
Too busy whoring?
- What?
- Whoring. Being a whore.
Look, I know you're
probably up to your neck
showing your asshole
on the internet,
but even a couple of pages
should have been possible.
Hey, you rude bitch,
I'm talking to you.
[tense music]
- Why are you doing this?
- Doing what?
Anyway, let's be positive.
Pretty soon we're gonna
stick you back in Sunnyside
and I won't have to
look at you every week
with your face like a slapped
ass and your shitty attitude.
Yep, get you back in there
so the orderlies can
fuck you every night.
Mind you, at least
your dad won't be able
to slip you a finger
or two each time
your mum goes for
a drink now, eh?
Silver linings and all that.
- I'm not going back there.
[dramatic music]
- Where?
- Sunnyside. I'm not goin' back.
- I didn't say
anything about that.
Are you sure you're all right?
- I know what you're up
to. It's not happenin'.
- Cara, I'm sorry, I didn't
mention the hospital.
I just asked if
you'd gone through
what I gave you last week.
Okay?
[soft tense music]
- Sorry, I just lost track.
- It's all right. Don't worry.
It happens.
Look, go and get
yourself a drink, yeah?
It's gonna be all right.
Go on.
[soft tense music continues]
[door closes]
- [Dave] What is it, kid?
- Nothing. It's fine.
- [Dave] Well, you better tell
your face that, then, love.
It didn't get the
memo. [chuckles]
- They're gonna send me back.
- Back where?
- Hospital.
- Nice.
- What?
- Nice. I'd love
to go back there.
- You would?
- Yeah, of course.
Plenty of drugs, three
meals a day, more drugs.
Oh, I could think of worse ways
of seeing out my
days. [chuckles]
- But wouldn't you
miss being, like, free?
- Free.
Cara, I'm in a hostel.
They wake me up at
seven in the morning.
I have to be back
by seven at night.
I don't get my own money.
They search my room
every bloody day.
No booze. No nothing.
[scoffs] Nah, it's not
all it's cracked up to be.
- Sorry.
- Oh, don't be. It's life.
Had it all when I was younger.
Money, women, booze.
[sighs] That went
tits up, didn't it?
You know her in there?
- What about her?
- Years back, I'd
have sorted her out
for the way she embarrasses
me like she does now.
- Sorted out like what?
- Cut her face.
Like, not kill her,
just open her up
so she'd remember to
keep her mouth shut.
- You've done that?
- Maybe.
She could do with it, though.
- Why don't you then?
- What?
- Cut her. Teach her a lesson.
- With what? With this?
Might be a bit tricky.
They search me
every fucking day.
No money to buy a blade.
[sighs] Oh, enough of
me and my nonsense.
What are you gonna do?
- I've got a plan.
- Oh?
- Well, you stick to it, love.
Don't give into these cunts.
They'll fuck you
over every time!
Don't you give them
a fuckin' inch!
Not one!
[phone ringing]
- Hey, it's me. Are you busy?
No, no, good.
Listen, can you
meet me tomorrow?
Yeah, yeah. I'm in group.
They're gettin' ready
to make their move.
No, I'm fine.
No, not today.
Uh, tomorrow morning, then?
Yeah, uh, the cafe's fine.
Yeah. I'll see you there.
Okay. Yeah.
Okay, thanks.
Okay, bye.
[birds chirping]
- Move, nonce.
I said get outta
the fuckin' way.
[groceries clatter]
- What?
That's what I thought.
[dog barking]
[footsteps crunching]
[traffic whirring]
[horn honking]
[stroller brakes click]
[traffic whirring]
[lighter clicking]
- Would you mind?
- What?
- Not doing that here.
[Cara scoffs]
[mother grunts]
[phone vibrating]
- Hello?
- Hello, Cara.
Thought you were
ducking me today.
- I've just been busy.
What is it, Paul?
- All right, all right,
no need to be snappy.
I'm bookin' a
hotel this weekend.
- So?
- [Paul] What?
- Why are you telling me?
- Oh, why do you think?
Doing it for us.
- What?
- [Paul] This weekend,
somewhere nice.
- Paul, why?
- What?
- Why?
Why are you booking a hotel?
- Don't play silly
fuckers, Cara.
I'm not in the mood.
I told you last week.
- Right, you told
me you wanted to.
- And I do. So I'm doing it.
- I don't want to meet
at the weekend, Paul.
I told you that.
- I'm sorry, do I sound like
one of your cooks begging you?
- What?
- [Paul] I just wasn't
sure there for a minute.
Sounded like you were saying no.
- I am saying no, Paul.
- No, no, no, no. Stop it.
You're saying, "Yes,
Paul. That'll be lovely.
Pick me up Friday and
take me to the hotel
where you can fuck
my brains out."
- What are you talkin' about?
- I pay you a lotta money, Cara.
And I'm not asking ya,
I'm fuckin' tellin' ya.
All that money, all them
pictures, all them texts.
We're doing it.
- I'm sorry, but-
- Don't you interrupt me, cunt.
Don't you ever fuckin' do that.
You know, you need
to get this straight
in your fuckin' head.
I'm bookin' a hotel this
weekend for us, all right?
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Okay. This weekend, yeah.
- No fuckin' about, all right?
- No. No fuckin' about.
- Good girl.
Now tell me.
- [Cara] What?
- What a filthy
little whore you are.
- I'm a filthy little whore.
- You're my filthy little whore.
- I'm your filthy little whore.
- I'll be on late to watch ya.
You make it special for me,
and I'll make it special
for you this weekend.
- You don't have to
do that, you know.
- What?
- You don't have to do those
things with whoever that was.
- I don't know what
you're talkin' about.
- You do you.
Suppose it comes with the
territory of being a,
what was it?
Oh yeah, a filthy little
prozzie. [chuckles]
- I don't-
- Look at you,
showing your twat to
that dirty bastard
every couple of days
just for a few quid.
And for what?
Some stupid fuckin' plan
that's obviously not
gonna work. [chuckles]
[tense music]
- You don't know what
you're talkin' about.
- I'm just saying
you're better than that.
You are so much more than that.
Don't let him treat
you like this.
- Mind your own
business, you nosy cunt.
- Oh my God.
You're fuckin' mental, you.
You should be locked up!
[tense music]
[footsteps crunching]
[Gregg yawns]
- Mm-kay, one last one.
- Oh goody.
It's Cara Tomlinson, isn't it?
- Good guess.
- Call it intuition.
Makes me sound better.
What's going on here, then?
- Okay, well, going back over
the last two or three weeks
she's been withdrawing again.
- [Gregg] Okay.
- And the episodes of
maladaptive daydreaming
are becoming more frequent.
- It's not terribly
unusual, I suppose.
What's troubling you about that?
- The frequency.
But today there
was something else.
- [Gregg] Oh?
- I had to chat with her
about how she was feeling
and if there were any problems
she wanted to talk about.
- Oh, I bet that went well.
- She sort of drifted away
while I was talking to her.
It's like, I don't know, like
she was hearing something
other than what I was saying.
[phone ringing]
- Huh.
- And then she suddenly said
she wasn't going
back to the hospital.
- The hospital?
- Mm.
- Did you mention the hospital?
- Of course not.
- You didn't?
- No, she just
sort of came round,
adamant she wasn't going back.
I'm just concerned that
she's going back into-
- Yeah, psychosis.
- Yeah.
- [Gregg] Have you
spoken to her mother?
- Yeah, they're meant to be
seeing each other tomorrow.
- Okay. Right. Tell
you what I'm gonna do.
I'm going to pop over,
no. Shit, I can't.
- [Jane] Oh, what?
- I've got that bloody
conference in Derby.
- [Jane] Oh, I can go.
- No, no, you don't
have to do that.
Listen, do me a massive favor.
Call Cara's mother
and see if we can
go and see her on Friday.
I mean, she won't come here,
but, you know, there's a chance
we might be able
to go and see her.
- Yeah, sure. I'll call
her in the morning.
- Right, are we done here now?
- Yeah, all done.
- Okay, hallelujah.
Right, let's get out
before they find us
something else to do.
I'm parched. You coming?
- Oh yeah.
- [chuckles] A stupid
question, really.
[phone vibrating]
- Hey, babe.
- Hiya. I'm gonna
be leaving in a few?
Do you need anything
bringing back?
- Not really.
I was thinking we could get a
pizza later and watch telly.
- Well, I'm gonna
be working tonight,
but I'll bring a couple
of pizzas when I get in.
- Working.
You need a night off?
- Not now, Julie.
- Well, it's not fair, is it?
You work all hours as it is.
- Well, there's nothing
I can do, is there?
I need to get stuff finished.
Do you need anything
bringing in?
- I really wanted
us to chill tonight.
It's been ages.
- Okay, but do you
need anything else?
- It's that woman you
work for, you know.
They don't deserve ya.
- Julie, will you shut your
fucking mouth for one minute?
[ominous music]
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
- If you wanna pan her,
wait until I get in.
But for now, is
there anything you need?
- No. No, I'm all right.
Thanks, babe.
And I'm sorry. I
just worry that-
- Julie, I honestly
don't fuckin' care.
If you wanna pay for
the house and the bills
and whatever you're stuffing
down your fat
fucking trap, do it.
Until then, leave it.
- Okay, I'm sorry.
- Right. Bye.
[chair creaks]
[phone thuds]
[birds chirping]
[Julie inhales]
- Let's see what's
on the menu tonight.
It's just me, you, and
my fucking fetishes.
So let's go.
[dramatic rock music]
Okay, what's this bitch doin'?
- I hope you boys are ready
to tell me what you want.
- Oh, yes, I am.
[death metal music]
- Best get those tips in, guys.
[notification chimes]
That's it?
- Fuck's sake.
[notification chimes]
- That's better.
Now, what do we
want tonight, boys?
[death metal music continues]
- Get that big dildo in ya.
- This one?
- Yeah, that one.
- And what do you want
me to do with it, Paul?
- I want you to get it
and stick it right in.
- You want that, Gavin?
- Oh, fuck him.
Just get on with it.
- Show us the tuppence. Quick.
[death metal music continues]
- That's right.
Finger your pussy.
- Quick.
It's getting sore.
[death metal music continues]
- Put some effort into it, fuck.
I've seen bowling balls
take more fingers than that.
[Cara laughs]
- We've come everywhere. Oh!
[Cara laughs]
[death metal continues]
Now and forever without it
- Oh, man.
And the end of what is not
And the constant of
what is on the earth
- Fuck this.
Without beginning I am
[death metal music continues]
[laptop snaps]
- What the fuckin' hell is this?
Oh, you cunt. You thieving cunt.
[knuckles tapping]
What?
- You okay?
- Of course I'm not
fuckin' okay. Go to bed.
[ominous music pulsating]
[insects squelching]
[ominous music continues]
- Daddy. Daddy.
I love you, Daddy.
I love you, Daddy.
Daddy. Daddy.
Daddy? Daddy?
Daddy? Daddy?
[ominous music continues]
[pet squeaking]
[pet snapping and squelching]
[dramatic music]
[images zapping]
[dramatic beat booms]
- It's all for you, Cara.
[Cara screaming]
- Ash.
Ash, what is it?
What's wrong?
- Everything.
It's all wrong.
It's so hard.
None of it makes sense.
- I don't understand.
Please tell me.
Go on.
- I'm dead, Cara.
- That doesn't make sense.
- Doesn't it?
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm not doing anything.
I'm just dead.
- You're not dead.
- I am dead, Cara.
- Dead people don't talk, Ash.
- I am dead, Cara.
You just can't see it.
- Look, it's gonna be okay.
- Is it?
- Yes.
It's always worse
at night, isn't it?
Everything's worse at night.
Okay, it's gonna be okay.
- Nothing's gonna be okay.
Can't you feel it?
Nothing's gonna be
okay ever again.
- Yes it is.
Okay? I promise.
- [chuckles]
You can't
make that promise, Cara.
- Why?
- They're gonna lock you
up again, aren't they?
- No, that's not happening.
- They always get
what they want.
- Yeah, well not this time.
- But it could
happen, couldn't it?
And then what?
When you're locked up in there
and I'm out here on my own.
- I'm not goin'
Ash. I'm not goin'.
Okay? And everything's
gonna be better.
I'll make sure of it.
- Is it?
- Yes. I promise.
Trust me.
- I wish I could trust you,
but I can't.
[water hissing]
[gentle music]
[diners chattering]
[door squeaks and thuds]
- Cara.
- Hi ya.
- What's wrong?
- [Cara] Huh?
- You look drained.
- Oh, thanks.
- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-
- It's fine.
Look, I just didn't sleep well.
- What happened last night
with the stream, I mean?
- Just didn't wanna do it.
- Do you want anything?
- Yeah. A sandwich and a tea.
- No problem.
- Do you need money?
- No. I got this.
Breakfast sandwich
and a coffee, please.
- Right.
[diners chattering]
- Problem?
- Maybe.
What do you reckon, Col?
Nah, no problem, love.
- He'll drop it over
when it's ready.
- Thanks.
- It's good to see you, Cara.
- You, too.
- You look beautiful.
- They're getting ready, John.
- Okay.
- I'm not going back.
- I know.
- Have you got everything?
- Pretty much.
When?
- Next couple of days.
- No problem.
Just gimme a shout when
you need the van, okay?
- I will. Thanks.
- I just need the
little boy's room.
[gentle music]
- There you go, love.
Anything else I can get you?
- No thanks.
- You're all sorted?
- Pardon?
Somebody's sat there.
- You cracked it,
then, the plan?
You got it all sorted.
- I don't...
What?
- [chuckles] It probably
won't work anyway, you know.
I mean, something's
bound to go tits up.
You're a fuck up and
he's, [chuckles] well,
he's completely fucking mental.
Yeah, what are the odds, hmm?
[soft ominous music]
- What do you think?
- Well, I'd say you
need a lot of luck
to go your way, don't you?
You need that fuckin' nut job
to get it right first time.
And you don't even know
what he wants, do you?
- He's doing it for me.
- Oh, is he? Right, okay.
Fair enough.
Uh, I'll take your
word for it. [chuckles]
- He's doing it
because he loves me.
- Okay.
Well let's just hope
he doesn't find out
that you're not exactly
in love with him, then.
- It doesn't
matter. He loves me.
- [chuckles] Well, okay,
let's take that thread.
Let's say he's okay.
He doesn't pop a
fuse or anything,
but still, you need a plan B.
Something to fall back on.
Have you ever considered
just taking all the
pills in the flat?
Take them all, num,
num, num, num, num.
Mm, nice and easy.
[soft ominous music continues]
- No.
- Peace, quiet.
No more problems.
- No, that's not how this goes.
- But it could. Maybe it should.
There's more guarantee of
success than your idea.
[tense music]
- No, that's not how
this is happening. Stop.
- [John] What's up?
- I just asked if there was
anything else she wanted.
- [John] She doesn't.
- Okay, it's just that
she went a bit funny, huh?
- [John] She's fine. Go on.
- Should I get her
a glass of water?
- [John] Go on now.
- All right.
- You all right?
- [Cara] Yeah. I was
just daydreaming.
- Okay.
- [Cara] Are you sure
you're okay with this?
- Of course. It's all I want.
- Okay, me, too. Thanks.
- I'd do anything for you.
- Is it gonna work?
- It's going to work.
It's all going to
work perfectly.
- Okay. I better go.
- Do you not want that?
- [chuckles] Knock yourself out.
[door creaks and thuds]
[gentle music]
- What?
- Just checking that
everything's okay.
- Everything's
great. Now fuck off.
[ominous music]
[doorknob clicks]
- Cara, love.
Come on. Come in, come in.
[door thuds]
Lovely to see you, Cara.
- Yeah.
- How are you and
Ashley gettin' on?
- Fine.
- Good.
Be nice to see Ashley as
well sometime, perhaps.
- Yeah.
- [Mrs. Tomlinson]
Before anything,
I had a call from Dr.
Wilson just before.
- What?
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] He says
he's been trying to call you.
- I hadn't noticed.
- Mentioned he wanted to chat
and asked if I could see
if you could see him?
- When?
- Tomorrow.
- Where?
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] He says
he can go to your flat.
- No.
- Cara, come on. He
said it's just a chat.
Checking in on how you're doing.
Nothin' terrible.
- No, I mean he can't...
It's not good at mine.
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] Why?
- The drains blocked or
somethin'. It stinks.
- Is it bad?
- [Cara] [chuckles] Yeah.
- Have you spoken
to the landlord?
I could give him a
call if you want.
- I've called him.
Someone's comin' out.
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] When?
- I don't know.
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] Well, you
need to get back onto them.
You can't be living like that.
- Right. Okay, I will.
- Why don't you stay here,
just till it's fixed, I mean.
- [chuckles] That's
not a good idea.
- Of course it is.
Stay here till it's fixed.
You can see Dr. Wilson here.
Ask Ashley as well if you want.
There's plenty of
room. It's no problem.
- If you're sure
it's no trouble?
- Not at all. That's wonderful.
- [Cara] Okay, yeah. That works.
- Would you like a lift round
to get some of your things?
- [Cara] No, it's fine.
- It's no bother.
Gemma's coming round to
sit with your dad soon,
so I can nip you round.
- No, like I said,
I'll come round tomorrow.
- [Mrs. Tomlinson]
Oh, why not just go
and grab some of
your things today?
I don't like the idea of you
living with blocked drains.
It's not hygienic.
- I said tomorrow.
I've got things to do.
- Aye. Sorry.
I just worry, you know?
- Yeah.
Here's me gassin', I
forgot the cake. One sec.
[tense music]
[tense music continues]
[father laughing]
- What's wrong with him?
- Your dad? He's fine, why?
- Just makin' a noise.
- Oh, he sometimes does that.
Have you got a sore throat?
- Mm, it's fine.
I'm just goin' out for a sec.
- Don't leave your
dimp on the floor.
[phone ringing]
[lighter clicking]
[phone ringing]
- Come on.
[phone ringing]
Come on, come on, come on.
[phone ringing]
Hi, Sam, it's me.
- Hi, babe, it's all right.
Yeah, yeah, good to
hear from ya, yeah.
What?
Oh yeah, yeah. No,
no, definitely, yeah.
No problem.
Tonight?
Eh, I can try. I'll call
the man and sort it.
Yeah, I'll text ya.
Okay.
You gonna come around
mine after, yeah?
Nice. [chuckles]
All right. Laters.
[sirens wailing]
All right, Col. It's Sam.
Sam. Sam Oatley.
Yeah, yeah, listen.
I need Benny to sort me
out with something special.
[Cara breathing raggedly]
[dramatic music]
[footsteps crunching]
[traffic whirring]
- Hey, Cara. You're not
here today, are you?
[Cara chuckles]
You know what I mean?
- No, Dave, I'm not here.
I'm definitely not
here giving you this.
- What's this?
- A present.
- Present?
[soft tense music]
What's this for?
- It's for you.
- Why?
- Call it a going away present.
Think it's time to move on.
- You're gettin' out.
- I am.
- Good for you. Good for you.
Hey, you want some?
Sorry about you moving
on from this shit.
- No, Dave, it's all for you.
[Dave chuckles]
[Dave chugging]
- Ah! Oh, that's so good.
So good. [chuckles]
I'll save it for later.
- You might not want to.
- Why's that?
- [Cara] Look in the bag.
[soft tense music]
[bag rustling]
[soft tense music continues]
[box cutter clicking]
[Dave chuckles]
- You know what I think?
- What?
- I think I'm gonna
finish my drink
and then I'm going inside
and gonna take care
of business.
That's what I think.
- I think that's a good idea.
[Dave laughs]
- Oh. Thank you, love.
- [chuckles] Good luck, Dave.
- Cara, take your chances, love.
You don't get many.
[soft tense music continues]
[phone ringing]
- John? It's me.
Yeah, yeah, everything's fine.
Listen, it has to be tomorrow.
Yeah, the doctor's
there and everything.
Yeah, about 11.
Okay. Okay, bye.
Bye.
[door clicks]
- There she is.
- Still five minutes
till we start, Dave.
Sit down if you like, though.
- Don't mind if I do.
- [Jane] Everything all right?
- Me? Ah, fine.
Top of the world.
- Dave, have you been drinking?
- Always with the questions, eh?
Well, yeah. Yeah, I have.
- Do you wanna tell
me where you got it?
- An angel. An
angel from heaven.
- Does this angel have a name?
- I'm not a grass.
- Dave, this isn't good for you.
The last thing we need
is a relapse, isn't it?
- We?
- Yeah, okay, you. Sorry.
Just tell me where you got it.
No one's helping you
by giving you booze.
- Oh, I don't think
you're right about that.
- [Jane] Oh?
- It's like the
fog's lifting, Jane.
All the years have fallen away.
All this time with cunts
like you and Wilson
telling me what to do.
I'd forgotten.
- [Jane] Forgotten what?
- Who I am. Who I was.
What I am.
- Right, you're gonna
go back to the hostel,
sleep this off, and we'll
talk tomorrow with Dr. Wilson.
[soft ominous music]
- Jane?
- Yes.
- Put the fucking phone away.
- [Jane] I'm calling
Brian to take you home.
- Put the fucking
phone away now, Jane.
I ain't finished.
Do you know what we
used to do to a grass?
- Dave, I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Do you know what
we used to a grass?
- What's that?
[knife slashes]
[Jane gasps]
[Dave laughing]
[Jane groaning]
[Dave chuckling]
- Ah.
[footsteps crunch]
- There she is.
[door thuds]
Oh, hello. [chuckles]
- Did you get it sorted?
- Yeah, of course I did.
- Okay, let's go then.
- But listen, these
guys we're seeing,
they're not my usual people.
- Okay.
- These are some
freaky people, yeah?
- Fine.
- All right.
You sure about this?
- I'm sure. Let's go.
- Okay. Back to mine later?
- Yeah, of course.
- Nice.
But listen, don't talk
to these guys, okay?
No matter what they say,
keep it quiet, please.
- Don't worry, Sammy.
- Yeah, no worries.
- He's only went and ate
the fuckin' banana on it.
Like right out of her.
That's why he's got that
sore thing on his lip, man.
- Nice.
Who are we waiting on?
- Um, just Sam, I think.
Tony's comin' for
them coats later.
Oh, and Barry's not coming now.
Something to do with
his missus or something.
- Right.
- Fuckin' moody, that innit?
- Not our problem, mate.
- Nope.
- Go and grab us a kebab,
boy. I'm fuckin' starvin'.
- Yeah, I'll go
soon as Sam comes.
- No, I'll sort this.
You go and grab us one. Go on.
- All right, what do you want?
- Um, get us a dner on naan.
- Okay.
- And some hot
sauce as well, yeah?
- Yeah, cool.
- Some yogurt.
- No problem.
- [Benny] No salad, though.
- Sweet.
- Good.
Don't want the shits.
- What?
- The shits, Col.
You get 'em from
eatin' the salad.
- Oh, right.
- What?
Well they don't wash
it properly, do they?
They're stood there all
day scratchin' their ass
and then touchin' it
with their dirty hands.
Full of flies and
that. So no salad.
- Okay, Ben. No salad.
- Crack on.
- Hi, Col.
- Sammy.
- [Benny] Oh, hello.
- Benny, how you doin', mate?
- I'm good, Sammy. I'm good.
- Right, okay. You got the gear?
- I've always got the
gear, Sammy. You know that.
- Okay. Can I have it, then?
- Where do I know you from?
[soft tense music]
No, really, where
do I know you from?
- I don't know.
- Huh. No, no, no.
I do.
I know.
You were in the
caf with the nonce.
- What?
- What are you up to, Sammy?
- What?
- Do you think I'm
fuckin' stupid?
- Benny, what, mate?
- I am not your mate, Sammy.
And I asked you a question.
- [Cara] Hey, what's going on?
- Well?
- I don't know what you're
talkin' about, mate.
I mean, Benny.
- You don't?
All right. [sighs]
So you come in here
and you wanna buy that
and you bring her with you.
Do you think I'm
a fucking idiot?
Don't bring that anywhere
near me again, lad.
And if you're hanging
out the back of it,
don't come near me again
until you're shot of it.
Do you understand?
[tense music continues]
- Look, whatever it is,
you've got it wrong.
- Have I?
Do you think I've got it wrong?
Well?
We sat there with
the fucking nonce
and now you wanna buy this gear.
So have I got it wrong?
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Nobody knows what I'm
fucking talking about!
That's amazing, that.
[tense music continues]
Sammy, get this cunt
and fuck off right now.
- Benny, come on.
- I'm not gonna ask you again.
Don't bring her back.
[tense music continues]
- [Sam] Okay, sorry.
- No, I want the stuff.
- [Sam] No, no, just come on.
- No, I need it.
- What you need
is to leave. Now.
- No, I want that stuff.
Now, come on. I'll pay more.
- Pay more?
- What do you want?
- Fuck off.
[fist thuds]
[Sam grunts]
You stupid cunt.
Stupid fucking cunt.
[fist thudding]
[glass breaks]
[Benny grunts]
You're fucking dead.
[Sam grunting]
[glass squelches]
[tense music continues]
[Benny thuds]
[dramatic music]
- Oh shit. You
fucking killed him!
- [breathing raggedly]
Get the stuff.
- [Sam] What?
- Get the fucking stuff!
- [Sam] Are you fucking mental?
You killed him. We're fucked.
- We need to get the
fucking stuff and go!
- Where? Where are we gonna go?
- [Cara] Just
anywhere, let's go!
[dramatic music continues]
[knuckles tapping]
- John, I need your help.
- [John] Come in.
- I fucked up, John.
- Get in.
[door thuds]
What's going on?
- Mate, we're fucked.
- Okay, stop. What's happened?
- [Sam] I went to get the gear-
- I didn't fuckin' ask you.
Cara.
- I went to go get the
stuff, and I don't know,
it just went wrong.
He started hitting
me and then Sammy,
and then I hit him with a
bottle and I stabbed him.
- Stabbed him?
- In the neck. He's dead.
- Right. Did anyone see you?
- Mate, she stabbed a drug
dealer in the fucking neck.
He's dead and his people are
gonna be looking for us now.
She's dead. She stabbed him.
- I don't know who the
fuck you are, mate,
but I need you to
shut up and right now.
Now sit down and not
another fuckin' word, okay?
- No, I need to get going.
- Sit down and shut up!
[ominous music]
Doesn't matter.
- I killed him, though.
- But it doesn't matter.
[ominous music continues]
- Oh God, he had
another person with him.
I've seen them before.
- Cara, none of this matters.
Just take a breath.
Breathe.
Did you get what you need?
- Yeah.
- Then everything's okay.
- Okay? In what fuckin' universe
is any of this all right?
- Another word from you
and I will end you myself!
[ominous music continues]
- [Cara] Okay.
- Okay?
- [Cara] Okay. Yeah, I'm good.
- Good.
What do you wanna do?
Do you wanna stay here?
- No, no. I can't.
I'm gonna go to the flat.
- Do they know where you live?
- [Cara] I don't think so.
I'll pick up some stuff and
go to my folks' for the night.
- You sure?
- [Cara] I'm sure.
- Then everything's still okay.
- I need to get going.
They're gonna be
around at mine already.
- You're gonna stay
here for a while.
- Nah, am I fuck.
- Sam, look, it's fine.
They're not gonna find
ya here, are they?
- No.
- Do you need me
to call you a taxi?
- [Cara] No, no, it's
fine. I'll sort it.
- Okay. Then me and Sam
are gonna stay here.
You gimme a call
when you're sorted.
- Okay, thanks. Thanks, John.
- No problem. Go on.
[ominous music continues]
- Will you call me later?
- [Cara] Yeah, yeah.
- Look, Benny saw her
with a PO or somethin'.
What the fuck is she up to?
We need to call
the police, okay?
It's self-defense
and that, okay?
She's lost it. Yeah?
- Yeah. Let's get you
patched up first, yeah?
Some plasters and
stuff in the bag.
Help yourself.
I'll put the kettle on.
- I can't see anything
in there, mate.
- Doesn't matter now.
[hammer thudding]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music continues]
[dramatic music continues]
[foot thudding]
[dramatic music continues]
[bones cracking]
[dramatic music continues]
[bone cracks]
[door clicks]
[soft tense music]
[bag thuds]
- It's me.
- I was gonna get up and
see you, but I couldn't.
[somber music]
I'm struggling a bit, Cara.
Can't move.
- What's wrong? Should
I call a doctor?
- No. No doctors.
You're leaving.
- Just for a few days.
- You're leaving me.
- No, I'm just going to
my folks' for a few days.
Got things to sort out.
- [Ashley] So you are leaving?
- No, Ash. Just for
a day or two, honest.
- I don't think so, Cara.
I don't think
you're coming back.
- Of course I'm coming
back. This is my home.
[somber music continues]
- I'll miss you.
- [Cara] Come on, Ash.
- I'll miss you, Cara.
- I'll miss you, too.
- I knew you'd be leaving.
It's all finished, isn't it?
- Oh stop it, Ash.
You'll get me all upset.
- I'm sorry, Cara.
Hush now.
I'm sorry.
- I'm the one who
should be sorry.
I don't want any of this.
I should have looked after you.
- [Ashley] It's not your fault.
- It is, though. I
didn't listen, did I?
- I love you, Cara.
[tense music]
- I love you, too.
[tense music continues]
[door clicks]
- So is it that bad?
- Yeah, I couldn't stay. Thanks.
- It's fine.
Did Ashley not
want to stay, then?
- She's staying
with her boyfriend.
- That's nice.
Oh, we can go and
see the landlord
after we've finished
with the doctor.
Get it all sorted.
- Okay.
- Well, I'll give
your tea a brew.
If you're peckish,
there's food in.
I'm going to bed.
I want to get it all cleaned
round in the morning.
Oh, Gemma's comin' in
to take your dad out
for a bit while we
talk to the doctor.
- Right. No problem.
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] Unless
it's pissin' down, obviously.
- Obviously.
- All right.
[soft tense music]
Goodnight, love.
- Goodnight.
[soft tense music continues]
- Right then. Paul.
[keys clacking]
[tense music continues]
[laptop thuds]
[tense music continues]
[father breathing heavily]
[tense music continues]
[Cara whimpering]
[tense music continues]
- Hey, Cara.
[Cara whimpering]
[chains rattling]
I've missed ya, love.
[Cara whimpering]
Be still, my baby girl.
[Cara whimpering]
[indistinct] 94 days.
[Cara whimpering]
You've been a good baby girl.
Let's have a check, hey?
[Cara whimpering]
[father grunting]
You're fuckin' wet, baby
girl. [breathing heavily]
Are you wet for Daddy?
[Cara whimpering]
[father breathing heavily]
Daddy wants special cuddles.
Your face, my
pantsies. [laughing]
[ominous music]
[switch clicks]
- Cara?
God, love, what's wrong?
- Keep him out of my room.
- Huh?
- Keep him out of
my fucking room.
- Love, I don't understand.
He doesn't get up.
- Fuck off. Just keep him out.
- I will, love. I promise.
- You've promised before.
- Huh?
Jesus fucking Christ.
- [Paul] Julie, have you
seen my wallet? Julie!
- Paul!
- [Paul] It's all
right, I've got it.
- Paul!
- Fuck, and of all
the days to oversleep.
What?
- [Julie] Look at
your phone, Paul.
- Julie, I haven't got time.
- Look at your fucking phone.
- Who you talking to? -
Look at your fucking phone.
[soft tense music]
- Hundred notifications.
What the fuck?
- Read one.
[tense music continues]
Kids.
I knew you messed
about, but kids?
How could ya?
- Hey, it's bollocks.
- Bollocks?
It's all over social
media, emails.
Your work have even
been calling me.
- Well it's not true.
It's fucking bollocks.
- All the messages
are there, love.
Along with pictures of
your fucking bollocks,
you dirty bastard.
- That fucking bitch.
- What?
- That filthy fucking
bitch did this.
Mind out, love. Gimme my keys.
- No, I'm not going anywhere
until you give some answers.
- Give me the keys.
- No! No!
- I need to fuckin'
sort this, Julie.
- No! I'm going to my mother's.
- I don't give, I don't-
- I'm gonna tell her that you
really are a piece of shit!
- Don't fuckin' care!
[hand smacks]
[fist thuds]
[dramatic music]
You ever put your fucking
hands on me like that again!
You stupid bitch.
[tense music]
You need to sort yourself out.
I'll deal with you
when I get back.
And you ever try
anything like that again,
I'll chop your fucking tits off.
[footsteps tapping]
- [Mrs. Tomlinson]
Thanks, Gemma.
- No problem.
I'll take him down to the
memorial and the park.
- Okay.
- Right then.
All right, come on, Michael.
Lovely to see you, Cara.
[clock ticking]
- You're perky this morning.
- Perky, that's me. [chuckles]
- You slept well?
- [Cara] Yeah, I think so.
- Good.
Great, well, you get yourself
through to the kitchen.
I want to clean up.
Don't want Dr. Wilson thinking
that we will live in
a mitten. [chuckles]
- [snorts] No, we
wouldn't want that.
[papers rustling]
[soft tense music]
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
John?
Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine.
Look, the doctor will
be here in a bit,
so I think 12 or half
past would be good.
Can you make that?
- Of course.
Van's ready.
I'll just get finished up here.
Won't take long.
- There's something else.
- [John] What?
- My dad's out with his carer.
They could get back
when you're here.
- It's fine.
- [Cara] Are you sure?
We can try and figure it out
so that she's gone or something?
- No. It's fine.
Just get sorted here.
- Right.
Did you take care of Sam?
- Sam?
Oh yeah. No problem.
- Okay. See you in a bit, then.
It's actually happening.
- It is.
[tense music]
- Okay. Bye.
[tense music continues]
[knuckles tapping]
- Cara, are you in there?
Are you in there, bitch?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
[tense music continues]
Fucking got ya.
[tense music continues]
[door thuds]
[tense music continues]
[dramatic music]
[Paul gasping]
[dramatic music continues]
[flies buzzing]
[sirens wailing]
[ominous music]
[door clicks]
- Hello. Come in, come in.
- Hello, Mrs. Tomlinson.
How are you?
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] I'm
good, thanks. Are you?
- [Gregg] Jolly good,
yup. I'm fine, thank you.
Oh, hello, Cara.
- Would you like a
drink? Tea, coffee?
- No, thank you.
I've literally just had
one, but thanks anyway.
- Don't mention it. Let me
know if you change your mind.
- Yes, certainly will.
So, Cara, first things first.
How are you feeling today?
- Fine.
- Good.
Listen, mostly I just
wanted to see you
because Jane's flagged
up a couple of things
and I thought it would be
good for us to talk about it.
- Where is she?
- Jane?
Well, she won't be
joining us today.
She's feeling a little
bit under the weather.
[sighs] Right, are you still
taking your medication?
- Yep.
- [Gregg] Yep. Not
skipping any, though?
- Nope.
- No. All right.
Jane mentioned daydreams to me.
Now, you haven't mentioned
these to me for a while.
Are they coming more
frequently, I mean more often?
- You didn't tell me you
were dreaming again, love.
You should have told me.
- So, um, as you know,
the daydreams themselves
are not a problem.
So, if they were
becoming more frequent,
it really wouldn't
hurt to tell me.
- They're not. It's fine.
[soft tense music]
- Okay.
Not feeling any problems
relating to people
or situations, hmm?
I know we've spoken
about this before.
- Like I told you, it's fine.
Everything's been okay.
- Well, I'm delighted
to hear that.
Jane, of course, did notice
that you are withdrawing
quite a bit, more and more.
Is there anything in particular
that might cause you
to be doing this?
- You're the doctor.
- Now, Cara.
- [chuckles] Sorry, no, I
can't think of anything.
[soft tense music continues]
Do you want to know the truth?
- Yes, actually, I'd love to
know the truth. [chuckles]
- I get bored in group.
- [Gregg] Right.
- Yeah, it's just the
same thing every week
and I get bored so I just...
- You tune it out.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Well, that's fair enough.
Don't blame you at all.
- Can I make you a drink?
- [Gregg] No, I'm okay. Thanks.
- Come on, I'm
having one. Go on.
- [chuckles] Go on.
Go on, go on, go on.
[chuckles] It's like that
lady from "Father Ted."
You know the comedy
on television?
"Go on. Go on, go on."
No? All right.
I'll have a tea.
- How do you take it?
- [Gregg] Milk and
two sugars, please.
- Why don't I get the drinks
and you two can
carry on talking?
- No, it's fine. I want to.
Are you having one, Mum?
- Yeah. Thanks.
She came into our
room last night.
- Excuse me?
- She came into
our room last night
and said something about
keeping her dad out of her room.
She was quite
aggressive with it.
- Really?
- Michael can't go
anywhere anyway.
- Oh, quite.
[soft tense music]
[pen scratching]
[liquid dripping]
[soft tense music continues]
- Oh, thanks, love.
- Thank you. Lovely.
- Yep, perfect. Thank you.
[bag rustling]
[door thuds]
Well, I think that is that.
Well thank you very much for
talking to me today, Cara.
I appreciate it very much.
- So what now?
- Well, I think we just
carry on as normal.
You know, you keep
going to group
and we just see what happens.
- What happened to Jane?
- Happened?
I didn't actually say
anything happened.
- Scarred for life?
[tense music]
- Why would you say that?
What do you know about
being scarred for life?
- I gave Dave the knife.
- What? You did what?
- I know what you're
up to. I'm not stupid.
- Cara, what are
you talking about?
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] Aye.
- I know what
you're all plannin'.
- I don't understand.
- [Gregg] What?
- Do you think I don't know?
- What?
- All this messing about
and stupid questions.
Did you believe I'd let
you send me back there?
- Back where?
- Sunnyside.
- Cara, nobody has any intention
of sending you there
or anywhere else?
[Cara laughing]
- Sorry, did you think I'd let
any of you get away with it?
That I'd let you
send me back there
so they could carry on fucking
me and playin' with my head?
- What have you
done and why Jane?
- [scoffs] Because I wanted to.
She got off lightly,
though. You won't.
- What?
- How was your tea?
[tense music continues]
- What have you done?
[tense music continues]
[door clicks]
[door thuds]
[keys rattling]
[tense music continues]
[knuckles tapping]
- Did it work?
- [Cara] Yeah. Come through.
[tense music continues]
- How long will they be out?
- Honestly, I have no idea.
- All right.
I'll get them strapped
up just in case
and get them into the van.
- This is amazing.
- Yeah. Gimme a hand.
- Fuck, it's Gemma with my dad.
- Shh, shh, shh.
[tense music continues]
- Okay, just a
little more. There.
There we go.
That's it. Okay.
[tense music continues]
- Cara?
[body thuds]
[John grunts]
- Get some tape out of the
bag and let's get moving.
[tense music continues]
[tape crackles]
[engine rumbling]
[birds chirping]
[engine puttering]
Here we go.
Cara? Cara, are you all right?
- What? Yeah, yeah, fine.
I feel happy, you know?
Like we're really
about to finish it.
- Okay, let's get them inside.
- John?
- Yes?
- Can I use your bath?
- Bath?
- Yeah. Please?
I need to get ready.
- Ready? Yeah, of course, yeah.
- You don't mind?
- Why would I mind?
Listen, you go and
have a bath, get ready,
and I'll sort
everything downstairs.
You sure?
- Sure?
- Are you sure you
want to do this?
There's no turning back.
- Why would I turn back?
I'm really free, John.
- Yes.
[door thuds]
[gentle music]
[water pattering]
[tense music]
- Dream on.
[tense music continues]
The queen is free.
[ominous music]
No longer your experiment.
[ominous music continues]
No longer your prisoner.
[ominous music continues]
No longer your hole to fill.
[ominous music continues]
[Gemma breathing raggedly]
[ominous music continues]
[ominous music continues]
You are a witness.
[ominous music continues]
[Gregg gurgles]
[Mrs. Tomlinson grunts]
Today, today. I'm
free, I'm free.
Free of your chains.
Free of your chains.
Free of your, free of your,
of your, of your, of your...
- [John] Cara? Cara, Cara.
- They're all still asleep.
- Yeah.
- [Cara] Shit.
- How much did you give them?
- Only a few drops.
[tense music]
[Sam gasping]
Why is Sam here?
- He was a risk. I sorted it.
[tense music continues]
We can wait.
- What?
- [John] We can wait until
they wake up if you want.
[tense music continues]
- Everyone will stop watching.
- Then we do this.
[tense music continues]
Cara.
Stay with me, Cara.
Stay with me.
- Yeah.
[tense music]
Mm.
[tense music]
- It's okay.
Gimme the knife. It's okay.
- [whimpers] I'm sorry.
I don't know why.
- [John] It's fine.
Give it to me.
[tense music continues]
[Gemma screaming]
[dramatic music]
[knife squelching]
[dramatic music continues]
[John panting]
[bones crunching]
[head thuds]
[dramatic music continues]
[Cara breathing heavily]
[tense music]
[Cara breathing heavily]
[Sam grunting]
[tense music continues]
- You should have
been my mother.
[dramatic music]
[knife squelching]
[Cara grunting and panting]
[tense music]
[knife squelches]
[dramatic beat booms]
[tense music]
[John grunts]
[knife squelches]
[tense music continues]
[knife thuds]
[tense music continues]
[Cara screams]
[hammer thuds]
[tense music continues]
[hammer squelching]
[tense music continues]
[Cara breathing raggedly]
[hammer thudding]
[Cara and Gemma screaming]
[hammer thudding]
[Cara panting]
[hammer thuds]
[Cara grunts]
[tense music continues]
[Cara screams and growls]
[Cara panting]
[tense music continues]
[tense music continues]
[brains squelching]
[Cara panting]
[tense music continues]
I'm free.
- You are.
- Finally free.
We did it.
- [John] Yes.
- Thank you, John. I love you.
- I love you, too,
Cara. I always have.
[fist thuds]
[dramatic music]
[John grunting]
[dramatic music continues]
[knife squelching]
[dramatic music continues]
[tense music]
[John grunting]
[dramatic music]
[John growling]
[dramatic music continues]
[John panting]
[John continues panting]
I love you, Cara.
[tense music]
[John grunting]
[John panting]
[tense music continues]
[tense music continues]
[dramatic music]
[tense music]
[Gemma whimpering]
- [whimpering] Please, please.
I won't tell anybody.
[whimpering] Please.
We can call an
ambulance service.
Or just let me go.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Please, I won't tell anyone.
Please, please.
[tense music continues]
No, no, no, no. No, no, no.
I swear. I promise.
Please, I can help
with everything.
Please. Please.
Please.
[tense music continues]
Please. Please.
[tense music continues]
[hammer thuds]
[Gemma screams]
[tense music continues]
[John grunting]
[Sam whimpering]
[tense music continues]
[John grunts]
[tense music continues]
[Sam whimpering]
- No! No! [grunting]
[Sam grunting]
[tense music continues]
[tense music continues]
[tense music continues]
[Sam grunting]
[tense music continues]
[Kenny Lee Roberts
sings "Bang Bang"]
Rain is falling down
Reaper is a-comin' to town
Made a list, he's
comin' for you
Take your children,
run and hide
Bolt the door
and stay inside
On his way and
gunnin' for you
They say I'm crazy,
that I'm outta my mind
This was always just
a matter of time
Bang, bang, shoot you down
You'll be dead before
you hit the ground
You'll get no final words
No more than you deserve
Bad things are
comin' to your town
Bang, bang, shoot you down
Rain keeps fallin' down
Reaper still comin' to town
Check that list,
he's comin' for you
Take your children,
get inside
Lock the door,
you better hide
On his way and
gunnin' for you
The river's runnin'
with your blood
The undertaker's started
diggin' your grave
Bang, bang, shoot you down
You'll be dead before
you hit the ground
You'll get no final words
No more than you deserve
Bad things are
comin' to your town
Bang, bang, shoot you down
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
[dramatic rock music]
Bang, bang, shoot you down
You'll be dead before
you hit the ground
You'll get no final words
No more than you deserve
Bad things are
comin' to your town
Bang, bang, shoot you down
[dramatic rock music]
[singer vocalizing]
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
[singer vocalizing]
Bad things are
comin' to your town
Bang, bang, shoot you down
[ominous music]
[static crackling]
[waves crashing]
[eerie music]
[Cara breathing raggedly]
[ominous music]
[Cara breathing raggedly]
[ominous music continues]
[Cara breathing raggedly]
[suspenseful music]
[dramatic music]
[chains rattling]
[Cara gasping]
[tense music]
[tense music continues]
[chains rattling]
[dramatic music]
[chains rattling]
[Cara screaming]
[water pattering]
- [Ashley] Cara?
Cara, are you gonna be long?
I'm bursting!
- Be out in a minute.
- Hurry up! It's
comin' out, yeah?
[ominous music]
[TV chattering]
You took your time
in there, hmm?
The toilet. I nearly wet myself.
- [chuckles] Be a shame, that.
- [laughs] That's great, thanks.
So, what are you up to today?
- Group therapy and
my stream later.
- [groans] Group.
More preaching from St.
Jane and Pope Gregg, then.
- Probably.
- Talking can be the
best route to recovery.
Absolute bullshit. [chuckles]
- They keep asking about you.
- Yeah? Let 'em ask.
I'm done with that. Movin' on.
- It's all right for some.
- Yeah, well that's what you
get for being proper mental
instead of just a little bit.
- Oh, fuck off.
[Ashley chuckles]
What you up to?
- Nip in to town.
- Nice.
- Yeah, get somethin'
skimpy for the stream.
Oh, and a pedicure.
- Another?
- Another what?
- A pedicure. What's
left for them to do?
- Gotta keep 'em nice
for my gentlemen.
- Gentlemen?
- Yeah, that's all they
bloody want now. Feet.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, they love 'em.
- [scoffs] Right?
Views gone up?
- Nah, still crappy.
But it's a marathon, not
a sprint and all that.
- Mm, true.
- You should join me,
instead of that
shithole you stream on.
What is it? Red Room Fans.
"Where bones meet boners."
[both chuckle]
[phone vibrating]
[TV chattering]
Something wrong?
Ooh, cake sounds good.
Tell her you want six
as well. [chuckles]
What's wrong?
- Just all this bullshit
about building bridges.
- Mm, has it changed anything?
- Jane and Gregg,
confronting issues
and finding peace, apparently.
- Well, just make
the most of it.
Eat all the cake and
then get out. Winner.
Anyway, I better
get a wiggle on.
Enjoy group.
Oh, Jesus Christ, it is really
starting to stink in there.
- Oh.
- [Ashley] Did you
call the landlord?
- Yeah, of course.
- And?
- He says he's got
someone comin' out.
- Well, when?
- I'm not sure.
- All right, well, you
need to call him again.
It's making my eyes water.
- You could always call him.
- Uh, no, I'm way
too special for that.
It's below my pay grade.
- Of course.
[Ashley giggles]
[TV chattering]
[suspenseful music]
- And that's why it's important,
perhaps even essential.
Just keep communicating
wherever possible.
We can't always know
when something's amiss
and other people can
help us with that.
It's pretty hard to
remember that people
can be there for you
when you need them.
Dave, is everything all right?
- Why not?
- [Jane] You just
seem a bit agitated
and you're not really with us.
- Well, no. No,
everything's okay, thanks.
- [Jane] Right, well, if
there's somethin' on your mind,
you could always share it.
- No, I'm fine.
- Would you rather
speak in private?
- I'm okay. Nothing
to talk about.
Everything's okay.
- Okay, well my
door's always open,
and better yet, we're all ears.
- Right. Gotcha!
- We've found that talking
things through with a group
can be extremely beneficial
for people in recovery.
And I know I tell
you week in, week out
and you're probably sick
and tired of hearing it.
- Now, she's right
about that last part at least.
- And I know it can feel
a bit awkward, and for some
of you it's still early days,
but we do all share
similar experiences
and we can use those to help
both ourselves and others.
- You know, I can't
stand this snotty bitch.
- Shall we take a break?
And then when we come
back, we can go through
our 10 coping strategies
for every day, yeah?
Coffee's where it always is.
- You know, I'd really like
to sort her out. [chuckles]
- [Jane] Cara.
- Yeah?
- Just wanted a quick word.
Won't keep you a minute.
So then, how are you gettin' on?
- Fine. Why?
- You don't need
to be defensive.
You've just been a bit quiet
lately, so I thought I'd ask.
- Right.
- Now, I know you're not an
extrovert at the best of times,
but is there something
on your mind?
- Nothin' special, no.
- [Jane] The daydreams?
- What?
- Are you still
having your daydreams?
'Cause if you are, we could
talk about them, perhaps.
- It's nothin' to talk about.
- Right.
Did you get a chance to
look through the pages
I gave you last time at all?
Too busy whoring?
- What?
- Whoring. Being a whore.
Look, I know you're
probably up to your neck
showing your asshole
on the internet,
but even a couple of pages
should have been possible.
Hey, you rude bitch,
I'm talking to you.
[tense music]
- Why are you doing this?
- Doing what?
Anyway, let's be positive.
Pretty soon we're gonna
stick you back in Sunnyside
and I won't have to
look at you every week
with your face like a slapped
ass and your shitty attitude.
Yep, get you back in there
so the orderlies can
fuck you every night.
Mind you, at least
your dad won't be able
to slip you a finger
or two each time
your mum goes for
a drink now, eh?
Silver linings and all that.
- I'm not going back there.
[dramatic music]
- Where?
- Sunnyside. I'm not goin' back.
- I didn't say
anything about that.
Are you sure you're all right?
- I know what you're up
to. It's not happenin'.
- Cara, I'm sorry, I didn't
mention the hospital.
I just asked if
you'd gone through
what I gave you last week.
Okay?
[soft tense music]
- Sorry, I just lost track.
- It's all right. Don't worry.
It happens.
Look, go and get
yourself a drink, yeah?
It's gonna be all right.
Go on.
[soft tense music continues]
[door closes]
- [Dave] What is it, kid?
- Nothing. It's fine.
- [Dave] Well, you better tell
your face that, then, love.
It didn't get the
memo. [chuckles]
- They're gonna send me back.
- Back where?
- Hospital.
- Nice.
- What?
- Nice. I'd love
to go back there.
- You would?
- Yeah, of course.
Plenty of drugs, three
meals a day, more drugs.
Oh, I could think of worse ways
of seeing out my
days. [chuckles]
- But wouldn't you
miss being, like, free?
- Free.
Cara, I'm in a hostel.
They wake me up at
seven in the morning.
I have to be back
by seven at night.
I don't get my own money.
They search my room
every bloody day.
No booze. No nothing.
[scoffs] Nah, it's not
all it's cracked up to be.
- Sorry.
- Oh, don't be. It's life.
Had it all when I was younger.
Money, women, booze.
[sighs] That went
tits up, didn't it?
You know her in there?
- What about her?
- Years back, I'd
have sorted her out
for the way she embarrasses
me like she does now.
- Sorted out like what?
- Cut her face.
Like, not kill her,
just open her up
so she'd remember to
keep her mouth shut.
- You've done that?
- Maybe.
She could do with it, though.
- Why don't you then?
- What?
- Cut her. Teach her a lesson.
- With what? With this?
Might be a bit tricky.
They search me
every fucking day.
No money to buy a blade.
[sighs] Oh, enough of
me and my nonsense.
What are you gonna do?
- I've got a plan.
- Oh?
- Well, you stick to it, love.
Don't give into these cunts.
They'll fuck you
over every time!
Don't you give them
a fuckin' inch!
Not one!
[phone ringing]
- Hey, it's me. Are you busy?
No, no, good.
Listen, can you
meet me tomorrow?
Yeah, yeah. I'm in group.
They're gettin' ready
to make their move.
No, I'm fine.
No, not today.
Uh, tomorrow morning, then?
Yeah, uh, the cafe's fine.
Yeah. I'll see you there.
Okay. Yeah.
Okay, thanks.
Okay, bye.
[birds chirping]
- Move, nonce.
I said get outta
the fuckin' way.
[groceries clatter]
- What?
That's what I thought.
[dog barking]
[footsteps crunching]
[traffic whirring]
[horn honking]
[stroller brakes click]
[traffic whirring]
[lighter clicking]
- Would you mind?
- What?
- Not doing that here.
[Cara scoffs]
[mother grunts]
[phone vibrating]
- Hello?
- Hello, Cara.
Thought you were
ducking me today.
- I've just been busy.
What is it, Paul?
- All right, all right,
no need to be snappy.
I'm bookin' a
hotel this weekend.
- So?
- [Paul] What?
- Why are you telling me?
- Oh, why do you think?
Doing it for us.
- What?
- [Paul] This weekend,
somewhere nice.
- Paul, why?
- What?
- Why?
Why are you booking a hotel?
- Don't play silly
fuckers, Cara.
I'm not in the mood.
I told you last week.
- Right, you told
me you wanted to.
- And I do. So I'm doing it.
- I don't want to meet
at the weekend, Paul.
I told you that.
- I'm sorry, do I sound like
one of your cooks begging you?
- What?
- [Paul] I just wasn't
sure there for a minute.
Sounded like you were saying no.
- I am saying no, Paul.
- No, no, no, no. Stop it.
You're saying, "Yes,
Paul. That'll be lovely.
Pick me up Friday and
take me to the hotel
where you can fuck
my brains out."
- What are you talkin' about?
- I pay you a lotta money, Cara.
And I'm not asking ya,
I'm fuckin' tellin' ya.
All that money, all them
pictures, all them texts.
We're doing it.
- I'm sorry, but-
- Don't you interrupt me, cunt.
Don't you ever fuckin' do that.
You know, you need
to get this straight
in your fuckin' head.
I'm bookin' a hotel this
weekend for us, all right?
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Okay. This weekend, yeah.
- No fuckin' about, all right?
- No. No fuckin' about.
- Good girl.
Now tell me.
- [Cara] What?
- What a filthy
little whore you are.
- I'm a filthy little whore.
- You're my filthy little whore.
- I'm your filthy little whore.
- I'll be on late to watch ya.
You make it special for me,
and I'll make it special
for you this weekend.
- You don't have to
do that, you know.
- What?
- You don't have to do those
things with whoever that was.
- I don't know what
you're talkin' about.
- You do you.
Suppose it comes with the
territory of being a,
what was it?
Oh yeah, a filthy little
prozzie. [chuckles]
- I don't-
- Look at you,
showing your twat to
that dirty bastard
every couple of days
just for a few quid.
And for what?
Some stupid fuckin' plan
that's obviously not
gonna work. [chuckles]
[tense music]
- You don't know what
you're talkin' about.
- I'm just saying
you're better than that.
You are so much more than that.
Don't let him treat
you like this.
- Mind your own
business, you nosy cunt.
- Oh my God.
You're fuckin' mental, you.
You should be locked up!
[tense music]
[footsteps crunching]
[Gregg yawns]
- Mm-kay, one last one.
- Oh goody.
It's Cara Tomlinson, isn't it?
- Good guess.
- Call it intuition.
Makes me sound better.
What's going on here, then?
- Okay, well, going back over
the last two or three weeks
she's been withdrawing again.
- [Gregg] Okay.
- And the episodes of
maladaptive daydreaming
are becoming more frequent.
- It's not terribly
unusual, I suppose.
What's troubling you about that?
- The frequency.
But today there
was something else.
- [Gregg] Oh?
- I had to chat with her
about how she was feeling
and if there were any problems
she wanted to talk about.
- Oh, I bet that went well.
- She sort of drifted away
while I was talking to her.
It's like, I don't know, like
she was hearing something
other than what I was saying.
[phone ringing]
- Huh.
- And then she suddenly said
she wasn't going
back to the hospital.
- The hospital?
- Mm.
- Did you mention the hospital?
- Of course not.
- You didn't?
- No, she just
sort of came round,
adamant she wasn't going back.
I'm just concerned that
she's going back into-
- Yeah, psychosis.
- Yeah.
- [Gregg] Have you
spoken to her mother?
- Yeah, they're meant to be
seeing each other tomorrow.
- Okay. Right. Tell
you what I'm gonna do.
I'm going to pop over,
no. Shit, I can't.
- [Jane] Oh, what?
- I've got that bloody
conference in Derby.
- [Jane] Oh, I can go.
- No, no, you don't
have to do that.
Listen, do me a massive favor.
Call Cara's mother
and see if we can
go and see her on Friday.
I mean, she won't come here,
but, you know, there's a chance
we might be able
to go and see her.
- Yeah, sure. I'll call
her in the morning.
- Right, are we done here now?
- Yeah, all done.
- Okay, hallelujah.
Right, let's get out
before they find us
something else to do.
I'm parched. You coming?
- Oh yeah.
- [chuckles] A stupid
question, really.
[phone vibrating]
- Hey, babe.
- Hiya. I'm gonna
be leaving in a few?
Do you need anything
bringing back?
- Not really.
I was thinking we could get a
pizza later and watch telly.
- Well, I'm gonna
be working tonight,
but I'll bring a couple
of pizzas when I get in.
- Working.
You need a night off?
- Not now, Julie.
- Well, it's not fair, is it?
You work all hours as it is.
- Well, there's nothing
I can do, is there?
I need to get stuff finished.
Do you need anything
bringing in?
- I really wanted
us to chill tonight.
It's been ages.
- Okay, but do you
need anything else?
- It's that woman you
work for, you know.
They don't deserve ya.
- Julie, will you shut your
fucking mouth for one minute?
[ominous music]
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
- If you wanna pan her,
wait until I get in.
But for now, is
there anything you need?
- No. No, I'm all right.
Thanks, babe.
And I'm sorry. I
just worry that-
- Julie, I honestly
don't fuckin' care.
If you wanna pay for
the house and the bills
and whatever you're stuffing
down your fat
fucking trap, do it.
Until then, leave it.
- Okay, I'm sorry.
- Right. Bye.
[chair creaks]
[phone thuds]
[birds chirping]
[Julie inhales]
- Let's see what's
on the menu tonight.
It's just me, you, and
my fucking fetishes.
So let's go.
[dramatic rock music]
Okay, what's this bitch doin'?
- I hope you boys are ready
to tell me what you want.
- Oh, yes, I am.
[death metal music]
- Best get those tips in, guys.
[notification chimes]
That's it?
- Fuck's sake.
[notification chimes]
- That's better.
Now, what do we
want tonight, boys?
[death metal music continues]
- Get that big dildo in ya.
- This one?
- Yeah, that one.
- And what do you want
me to do with it, Paul?
- I want you to get it
and stick it right in.
- You want that, Gavin?
- Oh, fuck him.
Just get on with it.
- Show us the tuppence. Quick.
[death metal music continues]
- That's right.
Finger your pussy.
- Quick.
It's getting sore.
[death metal music continues]
- Put some effort into it, fuck.
I've seen bowling balls
take more fingers than that.
[Cara laughs]
- We've come everywhere. Oh!
[Cara laughs]
[death metal continues]
Now and forever without it
- Oh, man.
And the end of what is not
And the constant of
what is on the earth
- Fuck this.
Without beginning I am
[death metal music continues]
[laptop snaps]
- What the fuckin' hell is this?
Oh, you cunt. You thieving cunt.
[knuckles tapping]
What?
- You okay?
- Of course I'm not
fuckin' okay. Go to bed.
[ominous music pulsating]
[insects squelching]
[ominous music continues]
- Daddy. Daddy.
I love you, Daddy.
I love you, Daddy.
Daddy. Daddy.
Daddy? Daddy?
Daddy? Daddy?
[ominous music continues]
[pet squeaking]
[pet snapping and squelching]
[dramatic music]
[images zapping]
[dramatic beat booms]
- It's all for you, Cara.
[Cara screaming]
- Ash.
Ash, what is it?
What's wrong?
- Everything.
It's all wrong.
It's so hard.
None of it makes sense.
- I don't understand.
Please tell me.
Go on.
- I'm dead, Cara.
- That doesn't make sense.
- Doesn't it?
I'm not going anywhere.
I'm not doing anything.
I'm just dead.
- You're not dead.
- I am dead, Cara.
- Dead people don't talk, Ash.
- I am dead, Cara.
You just can't see it.
- Look, it's gonna be okay.
- Is it?
- Yes.
It's always worse
at night, isn't it?
Everything's worse at night.
Okay, it's gonna be okay.
- Nothing's gonna be okay.
Can't you feel it?
Nothing's gonna be
okay ever again.
- Yes it is.
Okay? I promise.
- [chuckles]
You can't
make that promise, Cara.
- Why?
- They're gonna lock you
up again, aren't they?
- No, that's not happening.
- They always get
what they want.
- Yeah, well not this time.
- But it could
happen, couldn't it?
And then what?
When you're locked up in there
and I'm out here on my own.
- I'm not goin'
Ash. I'm not goin'.
Okay? And everything's
gonna be better.
I'll make sure of it.
- Is it?
- Yes. I promise.
Trust me.
- I wish I could trust you,
but I can't.
[water hissing]
[gentle music]
[diners chattering]
[door squeaks and thuds]
- Cara.
- Hi ya.
- What's wrong?
- [Cara] Huh?
- You look drained.
- Oh, thanks.
- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-
- It's fine.
Look, I just didn't sleep well.
- What happened last night
with the stream, I mean?
- Just didn't wanna do it.
- Do you want anything?
- Yeah. A sandwich and a tea.
- No problem.
- Do you need money?
- No. I got this.
Breakfast sandwich
and a coffee, please.
- Right.
[diners chattering]
- Problem?
- Maybe.
What do you reckon, Col?
Nah, no problem, love.
- He'll drop it over
when it's ready.
- Thanks.
- It's good to see you, Cara.
- You, too.
- You look beautiful.
- They're getting ready, John.
- Okay.
- I'm not going back.
- I know.
- Have you got everything?
- Pretty much.
When?
- Next couple of days.
- No problem.
Just gimme a shout when
you need the van, okay?
- I will. Thanks.
- I just need the
little boy's room.
[gentle music]
- There you go, love.
Anything else I can get you?
- No thanks.
- You're all sorted?
- Pardon?
Somebody's sat there.
- You cracked it,
then, the plan?
You got it all sorted.
- I don't...
What?
- [chuckles] It probably
won't work anyway, you know.
I mean, something's
bound to go tits up.
You're a fuck up and
he's, [chuckles] well,
he's completely fucking mental.
Yeah, what are the odds, hmm?
[soft ominous music]
- What do you think?
- Well, I'd say you
need a lot of luck
to go your way, don't you?
You need that fuckin' nut job
to get it right first time.
And you don't even know
what he wants, do you?
- He's doing it for me.
- Oh, is he? Right, okay.
Fair enough.
Uh, I'll take your
word for it. [chuckles]
- He's doing it
because he loves me.
- Okay.
Well let's just hope
he doesn't find out
that you're not exactly
in love with him, then.
- It doesn't
matter. He loves me.
- [chuckles] Well, okay,
let's take that thread.
Let's say he's okay.
He doesn't pop a
fuse or anything,
but still, you need a plan B.
Something to fall back on.
Have you ever considered
just taking all the
pills in the flat?
Take them all, num,
num, num, num, num.
Mm, nice and easy.
[soft ominous music continues]
- No.
- Peace, quiet.
No more problems.
- No, that's not how this goes.
- But it could. Maybe it should.
There's more guarantee of
success than your idea.
[tense music]
- No, that's not how
this is happening. Stop.
- [John] What's up?
- I just asked if there was
anything else she wanted.
- [John] She doesn't.
- Okay, it's just that
she went a bit funny, huh?
- [John] She's fine. Go on.
- Should I get her
a glass of water?
- [John] Go on now.
- All right.
- You all right?
- [Cara] Yeah. I was
just daydreaming.
- Okay.
- [Cara] Are you sure
you're okay with this?
- Of course. It's all I want.
- Okay, me, too. Thanks.
- I'd do anything for you.
- Is it gonna work?
- It's going to work.
It's all going to
work perfectly.
- Okay. I better go.
- Do you not want that?
- [chuckles] Knock yourself out.
[door creaks and thuds]
[gentle music]
- What?
- Just checking that
everything's okay.
- Everything's
great. Now fuck off.
[ominous music]
[doorknob clicks]
- Cara, love.
Come on. Come in, come in.
[door thuds]
Lovely to see you, Cara.
- Yeah.
- How are you and
Ashley gettin' on?
- Fine.
- Good.
Be nice to see Ashley as
well sometime, perhaps.
- Yeah.
- [Mrs. Tomlinson]
Before anything,
I had a call from Dr.
Wilson just before.
- What?
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] He says
he's been trying to call you.
- I hadn't noticed.
- Mentioned he wanted to chat
and asked if I could see
if you could see him?
- When?
- Tomorrow.
- Where?
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] He says
he can go to your flat.
- No.
- Cara, come on. He
said it's just a chat.
Checking in on how you're doing.
Nothin' terrible.
- No, I mean he can't...
It's not good at mine.
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] Why?
- The drains blocked or
somethin'. It stinks.
- Is it bad?
- [Cara] [chuckles] Yeah.
- Have you spoken
to the landlord?
I could give him a
call if you want.
- I've called him.
Someone's comin' out.
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] When?
- I don't know.
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] Well, you
need to get back onto them.
You can't be living like that.
- Right. Okay, I will.
- Why don't you stay here,
just till it's fixed, I mean.
- [chuckles] That's
not a good idea.
- Of course it is.
Stay here till it's fixed.
You can see Dr. Wilson here.
Ask Ashley as well if you want.
There's plenty of
room. It's no problem.
- If you're sure
it's no trouble?
- Not at all. That's wonderful.
- [Cara] Okay, yeah. That works.
- Would you like a lift round
to get some of your things?
- [Cara] No, it's fine.
- It's no bother.
Gemma's coming round to
sit with your dad soon,
so I can nip you round.
- No, like I said,
I'll come round tomorrow.
- [Mrs. Tomlinson]
Oh, why not just go
and grab some of
your things today?
I don't like the idea of you
living with blocked drains.
It's not hygienic.
- I said tomorrow.
I've got things to do.
- Aye. Sorry.
I just worry, you know?
- Yeah.
Here's me gassin', I
forgot the cake. One sec.
[tense music]
[tense music continues]
[father laughing]
- What's wrong with him?
- Your dad? He's fine, why?
- Just makin' a noise.
- Oh, he sometimes does that.
Have you got a sore throat?
- Mm, it's fine.
I'm just goin' out for a sec.
- Don't leave your
dimp on the floor.
[phone ringing]
[lighter clicking]
[phone ringing]
- Come on.
[phone ringing]
Come on, come on, come on.
[phone ringing]
Hi, Sam, it's me.
- Hi, babe, it's all right.
Yeah, yeah, good to
hear from ya, yeah.
What?
Oh yeah, yeah. No,
no, definitely, yeah.
No problem.
Tonight?
Eh, I can try. I'll call
the man and sort it.
Yeah, I'll text ya.
Okay.
You gonna come around
mine after, yeah?
Nice. [chuckles]
All right. Laters.
[sirens wailing]
All right, Col. It's Sam.
Sam. Sam Oatley.
Yeah, yeah, listen.
I need Benny to sort me
out with something special.
[Cara breathing raggedly]
[dramatic music]
[footsteps crunching]
[traffic whirring]
- Hey, Cara. You're not
here today, are you?
[Cara chuckles]
You know what I mean?
- No, Dave, I'm not here.
I'm definitely not
here giving you this.
- What's this?
- A present.
- Present?
[soft tense music]
What's this for?
- It's for you.
- Why?
- Call it a going away present.
Think it's time to move on.
- You're gettin' out.
- I am.
- Good for you. Good for you.
Hey, you want some?
Sorry about you moving
on from this shit.
- No, Dave, it's all for you.
[Dave chuckles]
[Dave chugging]
- Ah! Oh, that's so good.
So good. [chuckles]
I'll save it for later.
- You might not want to.
- Why's that?
- [Cara] Look in the bag.
[soft tense music]
[bag rustling]
[soft tense music continues]
[box cutter clicking]
[Dave chuckles]
- You know what I think?
- What?
- I think I'm gonna
finish my drink
and then I'm going inside
and gonna take care
of business.
That's what I think.
- I think that's a good idea.
[Dave laughs]
- Oh. Thank you, love.
- [chuckles] Good luck, Dave.
- Cara, take your chances, love.
You don't get many.
[soft tense music continues]
[phone ringing]
- John? It's me.
Yeah, yeah, everything's fine.
Listen, it has to be tomorrow.
Yeah, the doctor's
there and everything.
Yeah, about 11.
Okay. Okay, bye.
Bye.
[door clicks]
- There she is.
- Still five minutes
till we start, Dave.
Sit down if you like, though.
- Don't mind if I do.
- [Jane] Everything all right?
- Me? Ah, fine.
Top of the world.
- Dave, have you been drinking?
- Always with the questions, eh?
Well, yeah. Yeah, I have.
- Do you wanna tell
me where you got it?
- An angel. An
angel from heaven.
- Does this angel have a name?
- I'm not a grass.
- Dave, this isn't good for you.
The last thing we need
is a relapse, isn't it?
- We?
- Yeah, okay, you. Sorry.
Just tell me where you got it.
No one's helping you
by giving you booze.
- Oh, I don't think
you're right about that.
- [Jane] Oh?
- It's like the
fog's lifting, Jane.
All the years have fallen away.
All this time with cunts
like you and Wilson
telling me what to do.
I'd forgotten.
- [Jane] Forgotten what?
- Who I am. Who I was.
What I am.
- Right, you're gonna
go back to the hostel,
sleep this off, and we'll
talk tomorrow with Dr. Wilson.
[soft ominous music]
- Jane?
- Yes.
- Put the fucking phone away.
- [Jane] I'm calling
Brian to take you home.
- Put the fucking
phone away now, Jane.
I ain't finished.
Do you know what we
used to do to a grass?
- Dave, I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Do you know what
we used to a grass?
- What's that?
[knife slashes]
[Jane gasps]
[Dave laughing]
[Jane groaning]
[Dave chuckling]
- Ah.
[footsteps crunch]
- There she is.
[door thuds]
Oh, hello. [chuckles]
- Did you get it sorted?
- Yeah, of course I did.
- Okay, let's go then.
- But listen, these
guys we're seeing,
they're not my usual people.
- Okay.
- These are some
freaky people, yeah?
- Fine.
- All right.
You sure about this?
- I'm sure. Let's go.
- Okay. Back to mine later?
- Yeah, of course.
- Nice.
But listen, don't talk
to these guys, okay?
No matter what they say,
keep it quiet, please.
- Don't worry, Sammy.
- Yeah, no worries.
- He's only went and ate
the fuckin' banana on it.
Like right out of her.
That's why he's got that
sore thing on his lip, man.
- Nice.
Who are we waiting on?
- Um, just Sam, I think.
Tony's comin' for
them coats later.
Oh, and Barry's not coming now.
Something to do with
his missus or something.
- Right.
- Fuckin' moody, that innit?
- Not our problem, mate.
- Nope.
- Go and grab us a kebab,
boy. I'm fuckin' starvin'.
- Yeah, I'll go
soon as Sam comes.
- No, I'll sort this.
You go and grab us one. Go on.
- All right, what do you want?
- Um, get us a dner on naan.
- Okay.
- And some hot
sauce as well, yeah?
- Yeah, cool.
- Some yogurt.
- No problem.
- [Benny] No salad, though.
- Sweet.
- Good.
Don't want the shits.
- What?
- The shits, Col.
You get 'em from
eatin' the salad.
- Oh, right.
- What?
Well they don't wash
it properly, do they?
They're stood there all
day scratchin' their ass
and then touchin' it
with their dirty hands.
Full of flies and
that. So no salad.
- Okay, Ben. No salad.
- Crack on.
- Hi, Col.
- Sammy.
- [Benny] Oh, hello.
- Benny, how you doin', mate?
- I'm good, Sammy. I'm good.
- Right, okay. You got the gear?
- I've always got the
gear, Sammy. You know that.
- Okay. Can I have it, then?
- Where do I know you from?
[soft tense music]
No, really, where
do I know you from?
- I don't know.
- Huh. No, no, no.
I do.
I know.
You were in the
caf with the nonce.
- What?
- What are you up to, Sammy?
- What?
- Do you think I'm
fuckin' stupid?
- Benny, what, mate?
- I am not your mate, Sammy.
And I asked you a question.
- [Cara] Hey, what's going on?
- Well?
- I don't know what you're
talkin' about, mate.
I mean, Benny.
- You don't?
All right. [sighs]
So you come in here
and you wanna buy that
and you bring her with you.
Do you think I'm
a fucking idiot?
Don't bring that anywhere
near me again, lad.
And if you're hanging
out the back of it,
don't come near me again
until you're shot of it.
Do you understand?
[tense music continues]
- Look, whatever it is,
you've got it wrong.
- Have I?
Do you think I've got it wrong?
Well?
We sat there with
the fucking nonce
and now you wanna buy this gear.
So have I got it wrong?
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Nobody knows what I'm
fucking talking about!
That's amazing, that.
[tense music continues]
Sammy, get this cunt
and fuck off right now.
- Benny, come on.
- I'm not gonna ask you again.
Don't bring her back.
[tense music continues]
- [Sam] Okay, sorry.
- No, I want the stuff.
- [Sam] No, no, just come on.
- No, I need it.
- What you need
is to leave. Now.
- No, I want that stuff.
Now, come on. I'll pay more.
- Pay more?
- What do you want?
- Fuck off.
[fist thuds]
[Sam grunts]
You stupid cunt.
Stupid fucking cunt.
[fist thudding]
[glass breaks]
[Benny grunts]
You're fucking dead.
[Sam grunting]
[glass squelches]
[tense music continues]
[Benny thuds]
[dramatic music]
- Oh shit. You
fucking killed him!
- [breathing raggedly]
Get the stuff.
- [Sam] What?
- Get the fucking stuff!
- [Sam] Are you fucking mental?
You killed him. We're fucked.
- We need to get the
fucking stuff and go!
- Where? Where are we gonna go?
- [Cara] Just
anywhere, let's go!
[dramatic music continues]
[knuckles tapping]
- John, I need your help.
- [John] Come in.
- I fucked up, John.
- Get in.
[door thuds]
What's going on?
- Mate, we're fucked.
- Okay, stop. What's happened?
- [Sam] I went to get the gear-
- I didn't fuckin' ask you.
Cara.
- I went to go get the
stuff, and I don't know,
it just went wrong.
He started hitting
me and then Sammy,
and then I hit him with a
bottle and I stabbed him.
- Stabbed him?
- In the neck. He's dead.
- Right. Did anyone see you?
- Mate, she stabbed a drug
dealer in the fucking neck.
He's dead and his people are
gonna be looking for us now.
She's dead. She stabbed him.
- I don't know who the
fuck you are, mate,
but I need you to
shut up and right now.
Now sit down and not
another fuckin' word, okay?
- No, I need to get going.
- Sit down and shut up!
[ominous music]
Doesn't matter.
- I killed him, though.
- But it doesn't matter.
[ominous music continues]
- Oh God, he had
another person with him.
I've seen them before.
- Cara, none of this matters.
Just take a breath.
Breathe.
Did you get what you need?
- Yeah.
- Then everything's okay.
- Okay? In what fuckin' universe
is any of this all right?
- Another word from you
and I will end you myself!
[ominous music continues]
- [Cara] Okay.
- Okay?
- [Cara] Okay. Yeah, I'm good.
- Good.
What do you wanna do?
Do you wanna stay here?
- No, no. I can't.
I'm gonna go to the flat.
- Do they know where you live?
- [Cara] I don't think so.
I'll pick up some stuff and
go to my folks' for the night.
- You sure?
- [Cara] I'm sure.
- Then everything's still okay.
- I need to get going.
They're gonna be
around at mine already.
- You're gonna stay
here for a while.
- Nah, am I fuck.
- Sam, look, it's fine.
They're not gonna find
ya here, are they?
- No.
- Do you need me
to call you a taxi?
- [Cara] No, no, it's
fine. I'll sort it.
- Okay. Then me and Sam
are gonna stay here.
You gimme a call
when you're sorted.
- Okay, thanks. Thanks, John.
- No problem. Go on.
[ominous music continues]
- Will you call me later?
- [Cara] Yeah, yeah.
- Look, Benny saw her
with a PO or somethin'.
What the fuck is she up to?
We need to call
the police, okay?
It's self-defense
and that, okay?
She's lost it. Yeah?
- Yeah. Let's get you
patched up first, yeah?
Some plasters and
stuff in the bag.
Help yourself.
I'll put the kettle on.
- I can't see anything
in there, mate.
- Doesn't matter now.
[hammer thudding]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music continues]
[dramatic music continues]
[foot thudding]
[dramatic music continues]
[bones cracking]
[dramatic music continues]
[bone cracks]
[door clicks]
[soft tense music]
[bag thuds]
- It's me.
- I was gonna get up and
see you, but I couldn't.
[somber music]
I'm struggling a bit, Cara.
Can't move.
- What's wrong? Should
I call a doctor?
- No. No doctors.
You're leaving.
- Just for a few days.
- You're leaving me.
- No, I'm just going to
my folks' for a few days.
Got things to sort out.
- [Ashley] So you are leaving?
- No, Ash. Just for
a day or two, honest.
- I don't think so, Cara.
I don't think
you're coming back.
- Of course I'm coming
back. This is my home.
[somber music continues]
- I'll miss you.
- [Cara] Come on, Ash.
- I'll miss you, Cara.
- I'll miss you, too.
- I knew you'd be leaving.
It's all finished, isn't it?
- Oh stop it, Ash.
You'll get me all upset.
- I'm sorry, Cara.
Hush now.
I'm sorry.
- I'm the one who
should be sorry.
I don't want any of this.
I should have looked after you.
- [Ashley] It's not your fault.
- It is, though. I
didn't listen, did I?
- I love you, Cara.
[tense music]
- I love you, too.
[tense music continues]
[door clicks]
- So is it that bad?
- Yeah, I couldn't stay. Thanks.
- It's fine.
Did Ashley not
want to stay, then?
- She's staying
with her boyfriend.
- That's nice.
Oh, we can go and
see the landlord
after we've finished
with the doctor.
Get it all sorted.
- Okay.
- Well, I'll give
your tea a brew.
If you're peckish,
there's food in.
I'm going to bed.
I want to get it all cleaned
round in the morning.
Oh, Gemma's comin' in
to take your dad out
for a bit while we
talk to the doctor.
- Right. No problem.
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] Unless
it's pissin' down, obviously.
- Obviously.
- All right.
[soft tense music]
Goodnight, love.
- Goodnight.
[soft tense music continues]
- Right then. Paul.
[keys clacking]
[tense music continues]
[laptop thuds]
[tense music continues]
[father breathing heavily]
[tense music continues]
[Cara whimpering]
[tense music continues]
- Hey, Cara.
[Cara whimpering]
[chains rattling]
I've missed ya, love.
[Cara whimpering]
Be still, my baby girl.
[Cara whimpering]
[indistinct] 94 days.
[Cara whimpering]
You've been a good baby girl.
Let's have a check, hey?
[Cara whimpering]
[father grunting]
You're fuckin' wet, baby
girl. [breathing heavily]
Are you wet for Daddy?
[Cara whimpering]
[father breathing heavily]
Daddy wants special cuddles.
Your face, my
pantsies. [laughing]
[ominous music]
[switch clicks]
- Cara?
God, love, what's wrong?
- Keep him out of my room.
- Huh?
- Keep him out of
my fucking room.
- Love, I don't understand.
He doesn't get up.
- Fuck off. Just keep him out.
- I will, love. I promise.
- You've promised before.
- Huh?
Jesus fucking Christ.
- [Paul] Julie, have you
seen my wallet? Julie!
- Paul!
- [Paul] It's all
right, I've got it.
- Paul!
- Fuck, and of all
the days to oversleep.
What?
- [Julie] Look at
your phone, Paul.
- Julie, I haven't got time.
- Look at your fucking phone.
- Who you talking to? -
Look at your fucking phone.
[soft tense music]
- Hundred notifications.
What the fuck?
- Read one.
[tense music continues]
Kids.
I knew you messed
about, but kids?
How could ya?
- Hey, it's bollocks.
- Bollocks?
It's all over social
media, emails.
Your work have even
been calling me.
- Well it's not true.
It's fucking bollocks.
- All the messages
are there, love.
Along with pictures of
your fucking bollocks,
you dirty bastard.
- That fucking bitch.
- What?
- That filthy fucking
bitch did this.
Mind out, love. Gimme my keys.
- No, I'm not going anywhere
until you give some answers.
- Give me the keys.
- No! No!
- I need to fuckin'
sort this, Julie.
- No! I'm going to my mother's.
- I don't give, I don't-
- I'm gonna tell her that you
really are a piece of shit!
- Don't fuckin' care!
[hand smacks]
[fist thuds]
[dramatic music]
You ever put your fucking
hands on me like that again!
You stupid bitch.
[tense music]
You need to sort yourself out.
I'll deal with you
when I get back.
And you ever try
anything like that again,
I'll chop your fucking tits off.
[footsteps tapping]
- [Mrs. Tomlinson]
Thanks, Gemma.
- No problem.
I'll take him down to the
memorial and the park.
- Okay.
- Right then.
All right, come on, Michael.
Lovely to see you, Cara.
[clock ticking]
- You're perky this morning.
- Perky, that's me. [chuckles]
- You slept well?
- [Cara] Yeah, I think so.
- Good.
Great, well, you get yourself
through to the kitchen.
I want to clean up.
Don't want Dr. Wilson thinking
that we will live in
a mitten. [chuckles]
- [snorts] No, we
wouldn't want that.
[papers rustling]
[soft tense music]
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
John?
Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine.
Look, the doctor will
be here in a bit,
so I think 12 or half
past would be good.
Can you make that?
- Of course.
Van's ready.
I'll just get finished up here.
Won't take long.
- There's something else.
- [John] What?
- My dad's out with his carer.
They could get back
when you're here.
- It's fine.
- [Cara] Are you sure?
We can try and figure it out
so that she's gone or something?
- No. It's fine.
Just get sorted here.
- Right.
Did you take care of Sam?
- Sam?
Oh yeah. No problem.
- Okay. See you in a bit, then.
It's actually happening.
- It is.
[tense music]
- Okay. Bye.
[tense music continues]
[knuckles tapping]
- Cara, are you in there?
Are you in there, bitch?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
[tense music continues]
Fucking got ya.
[tense music continues]
[door thuds]
[tense music continues]
[dramatic music]
[Paul gasping]
[dramatic music continues]
[flies buzzing]
[sirens wailing]
[ominous music]
[door clicks]
- Hello. Come in, come in.
- Hello, Mrs. Tomlinson.
How are you?
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] I'm
good, thanks. Are you?
- [Gregg] Jolly good,
yup. I'm fine, thank you.
Oh, hello, Cara.
- Would you like a
drink? Tea, coffee?
- No, thank you.
I've literally just had
one, but thanks anyway.
- Don't mention it. Let me
know if you change your mind.
- Yes, certainly will.
So, Cara, first things first.
How are you feeling today?
- Fine.
- Good.
Listen, mostly I just
wanted to see you
because Jane's flagged
up a couple of things
and I thought it would be
good for us to talk about it.
- Where is she?
- Jane?
Well, she won't be
joining us today.
She's feeling a little
bit under the weather.
[sighs] Right, are you still
taking your medication?
- Yep.
- [Gregg] Yep. Not
skipping any, though?
- Nope.
- No. All right.
Jane mentioned daydreams to me.
Now, you haven't mentioned
these to me for a while.
Are they coming more
frequently, I mean more often?
- You didn't tell me you
were dreaming again, love.
You should have told me.
- So, um, as you know,
the daydreams themselves
are not a problem.
So, if they were
becoming more frequent,
it really wouldn't
hurt to tell me.
- They're not. It's fine.
[soft tense music]
- Okay.
Not feeling any problems
relating to people
or situations, hmm?
I know we've spoken
about this before.
- Like I told you, it's fine.
Everything's been okay.
- Well, I'm delighted
to hear that.
Jane, of course, did notice
that you are withdrawing
quite a bit, more and more.
Is there anything in particular
that might cause you
to be doing this?
- You're the doctor.
- Now, Cara.
- [chuckles] Sorry, no, I
can't think of anything.
[soft tense music continues]
Do you want to know the truth?
- Yes, actually, I'd love to
know the truth. [chuckles]
- I get bored in group.
- [Gregg] Right.
- Yeah, it's just the
same thing every week
and I get bored so I just...
- You tune it out.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Well, that's fair enough.
Don't blame you at all.
- Can I make you a drink?
- [Gregg] No, I'm okay. Thanks.
- Come on, I'm
having one. Go on.
- [chuckles] Go on.
Go on, go on, go on.
[chuckles] It's like that
lady from "Father Ted."
You know the comedy
on television?
"Go on. Go on, go on."
No? All right.
I'll have a tea.
- How do you take it?
- [Gregg] Milk and
two sugars, please.
- Why don't I get the drinks
and you two can
carry on talking?
- No, it's fine. I want to.
Are you having one, Mum?
- Yeah. Thanks.
She came into our
room last night.
- Excuse me?
- She came into
our room last night
and said something about
keeping her dad out of her room.
She was quite
aggressive with it.
- Really?
- Michael can't go
anywhere anyway.
- Oh, quite.
[soft tense music]
[pen scratching]
[liquid dripping]
[soft tense music continues]
- Oh, thanks, love.
- Thank you. Lovely.
- Yep, perfect. Thank you.
[bag rustling]
[door thuds]
Well, I think that is that.
Well thank you very much for
talking to me today, Cara.
I appreciate it very much.
- So what now?
- Well, I think we just
carry on as normal.
You know, you keep
going to group
and we just see what happens.
- What happened to Jane?
- Happened?
I didn't actually say
anything happened.
- Scarred for life?
[tense music]
- Why would you say that?
What do you know about
being scarred for life?
- I gave Dave the knife.
- What? You did what?
- I know what you're
up to. I'm not stupid.
- Cara, what are
you talking about?
- [Mrs. Tomlinson] Aye.
- I know what
you're all plannin'.
- I don't understand.
- [Gregg] What?
- Do you think I don't know?
- What?
- All this messing about
and stupid questions.
Did you believe I'd let
you send me back there?
- Back where?
- Sunnyside.
- Cara, nobody has any intention
of sending you there
or anywhere else?
[Cara laughing]
- Sorry, did you think I'd let
any of you get away with it?
That I'd let you
send me back there
so they could carry on fucking
me and playin' with my head?
- What have you
done and why Jane?
- [scoffs] Because I wanted to.
She got off lightly,
though. You won't.
- What?
- How was your tea?
[tense music continues]
- What have you done?
[tense music continues]
[door clicks]
[door thuds]
[keys rattling]
[tense music continues]
[knuckles tapping]
- Did it work?
- [Cara] Yeah. Come through.
[tense music continues]
- How long will they be out?
- Honestly, I have no idea.
- All right.
I'll get them strapped
up just in case
and get them into the van.
- This is amazing.
- Yeah. Gimme a hand.
- Fuck, it's Gemma with my dad.
- Shh, shh, shh.
[tense music continues]
- Okay, just a
little more. There.
There we go.
That's it. Okay.
[tense music continues]
- Cara?
[body thuds]
[John grunts]
- Get some tape out of the
bag and let's get moving.
[tense music continues]
[tape crackles]
[engine rumbling]
[birds chirping]
[engine puttering]
Here we go.
Cara? Cara, are you all right?
- What? Yeah, yeah, fine.
I feel happy, you know?
Like we're really
about to finish it.
- Okay, let's get them inside.
- John?
- Yes?
- Can I use your bath?
- Bath?
- Yeah. Please?
I need to get ready.
- Ready? Yeah, of course, yeah.
- You don't mind?
- Why would I mind?
Listen, you go and
have a bath, get ready,
and I'll sort
everything downstairs.
You sure?
- Sure?
- Are you sure you
want to do this?
There's no turning back.
- Why would I turn back?
I'm really free, John.
- Yes.
[door thuds]
[gentle music]
[water pattering]
[tense music]
- Dream on.
[tense music continues]
The queen is free.
[ominous music]
No longer your experiment.
[ominous music continues]
No longer your prisoner.
[ominous music continues]
No longer your hole to fill.
[ominous music continues]
[Gemma breathing raggedly]
[ominous music continues]
[ominous music continues]
You are a witness.
[ominous music continues]
[Gregg gurgles]
[Mrs. Tomlinson grunts]
Today, today. I'm
free, I'm free.
Free of your chains.
Free of your chains.
Free of your, free of your,
of your, of your, of your...
- [John] Cara? Cara, Cara.
- They're all still asleep.
- Yeah.
- [Cara] Shit.
- How much did you give them?
- Only a few drops.
[tense music]
[Sam gasping]
Why is Sam here?
- He was a risk. I sorted it.
[tense music continues]
We can wait.
- What?
- [John] We can wait until
they wake up if you want.
[tense music continues]
- Everyone will stop watching.
- Then we do this.
[tense music continues]
Cara.
Stay with me, Cara.
Stay with me.
- Yeah.
[tense music]
Mm.
[tense music]
- It's okay.
Gimme the knife. It's okay.
- [whimpers] I'm sorry.
I don't know why.
- [John] It's fine.
Give it to me.
[tense music continues]
[Gemma screaming]
[dramatic music]
[knife squelching]
[dramatic music continues]
[John panting]
[bones crunching]
[head thuds]
[dramatic music continues]
[Cara breathing heavily]
[tense music]
[Cara breathing heavily]
[Sam grunting]
[tense music continues]
- You should have
been my mother.
[dramatic music]
[knife squelching]
[Cara grunting and panting]
[tense music]
[knife squelches]
[dramatic beat booms]
[tense music]
[John grunts]
[knife squelches]
[tense music continues]
[knife thuds]
[tense music continues]
[Cara screams]
[hammer thuds]
[tense music continues]
[hammer squelching]
[tense music continues]
[Cara breathing raggedly]
[hammer thudding]
[Cara and Gemma screaming]
[hammer thudding]
[Cara panting]
[hammer thuds]
[Cara grunts]
[tense music continues]
[Cara screams and growls]
[Cara panting]
[tense music continues]
[tense music continues]
[brains squelching]
[Cara panting]
[tense music continues]
I'm free.
- You are.
- Finally free.
We did it.
- [John] Yes.
- Thank you, John. I love you.
- I love you, too,
Cara. I always have.
[fist thuds]
[dramatic music]
[John grunting]
[dramatic music continues]
[knife squelching]
[dramatic music continues]
[tense music]
[John grunting]
[dramatic music]
[John growling]
[dramatic music continues]
[John panting]
[John continues panting]
I love you, Cara.
[tense music]
[John grunting]
[John panting]
[tense music continues]
[tense music continues]
[dramatic music]
[tense music]
[Gemma whimpering]
- [whimpering] Please, please.
I won't tell anybody.
[whimpering] Please.
We can call an
ambulance service.
Or just let me go.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Please, I won't tell anyone.
Please, please.
[tense music continues]
No, no, no, no. No, no, no.
I swear. I promise.
Please, I can help
with everything.
Please. Please.
Please.
[tense music continues]
Please. Please.
[tense music continues]
[hammer thuds]
[Gemma screams]
[tense music continues]
[John grunting]
[Sam whimpering]
[tense music continues]
[John grunts]
[tense music continues]
[Sam whimpering]
- No! No! [grunting]
[Sam grunting]
[tense music continues]
[tense music continues]
[tense music continues]
[Sam grunting]
[tense music continues]
[Kenny Lee Roberts
sings "Bang Bang"]
Rain is falling down
Reaper is a-comin' to town
Made a list, he's
comin' for you
Take your children,
run and hide
Bolt the door
and stay inside
On his way and
gunnin' for you
They say I'm crazy,
that I'm outta my mind
This was always just
a matter of time
Bang, bang, shoot you down
You'll be dead before
you hit the ground
You'll get no final words
No more than you deserve
Bad things are
comin' to your town
Bang, bang, shoot you down
Rain keeps fallin' down
Reaper still comin' to town
Check that list,
he's comin' for you
Take your children,
get inside
Lock the door,
you better hide
On his way and
gunnin' for you
The river's runnin'
with your blood
The undertaker's started
diggin' your grave
Bang, bang, shoot you down
You'll be dead before
you hit the ground
You'll get no final words
No more than you deserve
Bad things are
comin' to your town
Bang, bang, shoot you down
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
[dramatic rock music]
Bang, bang, shoot you down
You'll be dead before
you hit the ground
You'll get no final words
No more than you deserve
Bad things are
comin' to your town
Bang, bang, shoot you down
[dramatic rock music]
[singer vocalizing]
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
[singer vocalizing]
Bad things are
comin' to your town
Bang, bang, shoot you down