Cara (2024)

[bunniefuu]

[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, f*ck 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

sh*thole 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 b*tch.

- 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 wh*re.

Look, I know you're

probably up to your neck

showing your as*h*le

on the internet,

but even a couple of pages

should have been possible.

Hey, you rude b*tch,

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

a*s and your shitty attitude.

Yep, get you back in there

so the orderlies can

f*ck 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

t*ts 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 k*ll 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 f*cking 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 c**ts.

They'll f*ck you

over every time!

Don't you give them

a f*ck' 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 f*ck' 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

f*ck, 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 f*ck

my brains out."

- What are you talkin' about?

- I pay you a lotta money, Cara.

And I'm not asking ya,

I'm f*ck' tellin' ya.

All that money, all them

pictures, all them texts.

We're doing it.

- I'm sorry, but-

- Don't you interrupt me, c**t.

Don't you ever f*ck' do that.

You know, you need

to get this straight

in your f*ck' head.

I'm bookin' a hotel this

weekend for us, all right?

- Okay.

- Okay?

- Okay. This weekend, yeah.

- No f*ck' about, all right?

- No. No f*ck' about.

- Good girl.

Now tell me.

- [Cara] What?

- What a filthy

little wh*re you are.

- I'm a filthy little wh*re.

- You're my filthy little wh*re.

- I'm your filthy little wh*re.

- 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 b*stard

every couple of days

just for a few quid.

And for what?

Some stupid f*ck' 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 c**t.

- Oh my God.

You're f*ck' 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. sh*t, 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

f*cking 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 f*ck' care.

If you wanna pay for

the house and the bills

and whatever you're stuffing

down your fat

f*cking 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 f*cking fetishes.

So let's go.

[dramatic rock music]

Okay, what's this b*tch 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?

- f*ck'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, f*ck him.

Just get on with it.

- Show us the tuppence. Quick.

[death metal music continues]

- That's right.

Finger your p*ssy.

- Quick.

It's getting sore.

[death metal music continues]

- Put some effort into it, f*ck.

I've seen bowling ba*ls

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

- f*ck this.

Without beginning I am

[death metal music continues]

[laptop snaps]

- What the f*ck' hell is this?

Oh, you c**t. You thieving c**t.

[knuckles tapping]

What?

- You okay?

- Of course I'm not

f*ck' 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 t*ts up.

You're a f*ck up and

he's, [chuckles] well,

he's completely f*cking 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 f*ck' 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 f*ck 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 sh*t.

- 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 c**ts

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 f*cking phone away.

- [Jane] I'm calling

Brian to take you home.

- Put the f*cking

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 f*ck' 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.

- f*ck' moody, that innit?

- Not our problem, mate.

- Nope.

- Go and grab us a kebab,

boy. I'm f*ck' 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 a*s

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

f*ck' 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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

f*cking talking about!

That's amazing, that.

[tense music continues]

Sammy, get this c**t

and f*ck 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?

- f*ck off.

[fist thuds]

[Sam grunts]

You stupid c**t.

Stupid f*cking c**t.

[fist thudding]

[glass breaks]

[Benny grunts]

You're f*cking dead.

[Sam grunting]

[glass squelches]

[tense music continues]

[Benny thuds]

[dramatic music]

- Oh sh*t. You

f*cking k*lled him!

- [breathing raggedly]

Get the stuff.

- [Sam] What?

- Get the f*cking stuff!

- [Sam] Are you f*cking mental?

You k*lled him. We're f*cked.

- We need to get the

f*cking 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 f*cked up, John.

- Get in.

[door thuds]

What's going on?

- Mate, we're f*cked.

- Okay, stop. What's happened?

- [Sam] I went to get the gear-

- I didn't f*ck' 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 f*cking 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

f*ck you are, mate,

but I need you to

shut up and right now.

Now sit down and not

another f*ck' word, okay?

- No, I need to get going.

- Sit down and shut up!

[ominous music]

Doesn't matter.

- I k*lled 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 f*ck' 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 f*ck.

- 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 f*ck 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 f*ck' 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 f*cking room.

- Love, I don't understand.

He doesn't get up.

- f*ck off. Just keep him out.

- I will, love. I promise.

- You've promised before.

- Huh?

Jesus f*cking Christ.

- [Paul] Julie, have you

seen my wallet? Julie!

- Paul!

- [Paul] It's all

right, I've got it.

- Paul!

- f*ck, and of all

the days to oversleep.

What?

- [Julie] Look at

your phone, Paul.

- Julie, I haven't got time.

- Look at your f*cking phone.

- Who you talking to? -

Look at your f*cking phone.

[soft tense music]

- Hundred notifications.

What the f*ck?

- 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 f*cking bollocks.

- All the messages

are there, love.

Along with pictures of

your f*cking bollocks,

you dirty b*stard.

- That f*cking b*tch.

- What?

- That filthy f*cking

b*tch 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 f*ck'

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 sh*t!

- Don't f*ck' care!

[hand smacks]

[fist thuds]

[dramatic music]

You ever put your f*cking

hands on me like that again!

You stupid b*tch.

[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 f*cking t*ts 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, b*tch?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

[tense music continues]

f*cking 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 f*cking

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.

- f*ck, 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] sh*t.

- 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, sh**t 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, sh**t 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, sh**t 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, sh**t you down

Bang, bang

Bang, bang

[dramatic rock music]

Bang, bang, sh**t 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, sh**t you down

[dramatic rock music]

[singer vocalizing]

Bang, bang

Bang, bang

[singer vocalizing]

Bad things are

comin' to your town

Bang, bang, sh**t you down