The following programme contains very strong language,
violence, and scenes of drug use.
Why is my brother frozen, in a steam room, with no TV?!
Why can't you come to Zante? She lost her primary carer.
What is in Rotterdam? My dad.
High time you met the rest of the family... Uncle Reagan.
TARA: I was thinking, maybe my friends could come and visit.
Mum's dead! Unfortunately not.
I've been lied to, all my life!
(ALL GASP)
(CRYING) (LAUGHS)
Fuck!
(BOY SPEAKING OVER PHONE IN GERMAN)
(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
(KEY JINGLING)
(SIGHS)
(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)
Ohh!
(LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLING)
(YELPS)
(CHOKING)
# GAZELLE: Anti Body
# Don't know how to feel when you want to see
# All the pain you cause to your family
# Suffering the most, I hear what they say
# Everything is clear, I can't live that way
# Don't know how to feel when you want to break
# All the things you love thinking it's OK
# Cutting into flesh till the loop returns
# Everything is black now that you confess #
(SIGHS)
(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
# I can't let you in, it takes too much to get out
# If I don't let you in, that full force pushes me down
# I can't let you in (MAN GROANING)
# It takes too much to get out
# If I don't let you in # (NECK SNAPS)
(ENGINE STARTS)
TURI: My money's on the heart.
Be a lot easier to tell when he's properly thawed out.
(SIGHS) Look at you.
Even in death, you're the best-looking fucker in the room.
Head wound?
You think it was them?
Whatever happened, those girls know about it.
So...where do we start? Looking for the girls, like?
Bring me the ballbag.
I can't see it myself, Reag.
Her own father?
I know she's an O'Rourke but...
It's not so much the O'Rourke side that worries me.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
STINK: Who's that?
No-one.
Tara? What... Like... How?!
(RETCHES)
OK. She needs water.
(SIGHS) I need a spliff.
What? I've just seen a dead dad.
Hurry up, then. Shotgun.
I already smoked our last one by the beach.
(GASPS) There's some in the pool.
# JUNGLEPUSSY: Trader Joe
Tara's dad's a gangsta!
Tara's dad WAS a gangster.
# I think I like him more than I like Trader Joe's
# I'll swallow kids if he start eatin' vegetables #
(SPLUTTERING)
Oh, what the fuck is up with this shit?
I told you, you can't smoke it straight from the plants!
Disgusting! (SIGHS)
I thought coke was meant to liven you up?
How much of this did she take?
I mean, are we going to talk about it?
Like, what the fuck happened?
Her dad had a heart attack? Probably an OD?
So why didn't Tara call an ambulance?
I don't know, Nessi. Maybe between the weed factory
in the basement and the cocaine in the kitchen,
she was afraid to dial 999?
She must have freaked.
She just found out that her mum's still alive.
And that she'd been lied to all these years.
That's fucked up.
Her dad was Skyping her mum, right?
We should make contact.
(RETCHES)
What the fuck? Maybe stop smoking raw weed?
Look, we don't even know if Tara wants to see her mum.
She will. This is not coming on.
(EXHALES)
What is that?
Looks like...
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GAGGING)
Tara!
Are you OK? Tara!
Tara! Tara! When I vom, no-one gives a crap!
(PANTING)
Holy fucking fuck.
Well, those two are snuggled up like a pair of tits.
Nessi, I'm going to change your life.
Please don't.I've just had. The best idea. Ever.
Why are you searching up local landmarks?
I knew I could count on you, Nessi!
For? That will become clear.
First of all, we need to go find your pizza boy!
Mirko?
(DISTANT MUSIC)
(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
# And I know that you can't sleep
# And I know that you can't eat
# Well, how long till you can't breathe in?
# There's a spin in your brain, you're delivering #
Mirko, ya ballbag!
Do you still have a cock or did that shrivel back inside you?
I was teaching this English girl.
Did she drown? No, no, no, she's here, somewhere.
I thought you said there was three of them?
I didn't come down here to ride the fucking slot machines.
You said there was one each, Mirko! There is one each! Come! Come.
Whoa, what happened to the girls?
They left. Quite suddenly.
It was probably my fault.
Women seem to keep drifting away from me.
Who is this? Marten. From Hamburg. Hi.
He promises three English birds, and delivers one German lad.
A fucking liberty, that is!
Where are you going?
To find some fanny that actually exists.
Well, wait up?
We're not in school anymore, Mirko.
You don't have to do my homework for me,
and I don't have to charm the floozies for you.
(MUMBLING)
You look very cold.
(BOTH GASPING)
I can't drive that!
Course you can! You passed your test.In a Nissan Micra.
What about this one?
Yeah, and maybe after we've picked the kids up from soccer practice,
we can go grab a coffee at Gail's.
Well, seeing like we can't find his keys anywhere,
we're not gonna be driving either anytime soon.
Shit.
He must have left them somewhere.
Oh, no.
(BOTH GASPING)
Got them. Uh-huh.
Thank you.
# TKAY MAIDZA: Shook (CAR ENGINE REVVING)
# These mans, yeah, I got 'em all shook
# Earthquake, yeah, I got 'em all shook
# I came, I don't play by the book
# Yeah, I make the bands, yeah, I got 'em all shook
# These mans lookin' at me all... #
My God! Are we even moving?
Driving slow in this kind of car is more suspicious! We'll get stopped!
This is my first time on the wrong side of the road,
and you still haven't told me why we're going to see Mirko!
Just... Put your foot down.
Been quicker if we'd got Tara's dad to drive.
Just the man!
Where did you go? I was under the water, and when I came up...
I am so sorry, Mirko. Our friend needed help.
Yeah, I think I caught a cold for nothing.
Well, maybe not for nothing?
That's why I called you.
Uh, so, you came back for more...
Actually, we have something to offer you.
It's probably too big for you. But maybe someone you know?
What's... What's too big? Five kilos of cocaine.
(LAUGHS)
Seriously, Mirko.
We're talking about five kilograms of quality cocaine.
You sell baggys from a food stand.
So no offence, I want to meet someone higher up the chain.
And I'm not talking the pizza chain, OK?
Someone with money.
(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTING)
(GYM EQUIPMENT RATTLING)
God, that is rank!
I don't mind it.
You said I owe you for last night.
It's payback time today, bro!
Stink! Now might be a good time to fill me in
on what the fucking hell you're up to?
Er... No. It can wait.
But why did you tell Mirko that we had five kilos of cocaine?
Because we do.
(CHUCKLES)
Darian. Stink.
Because I smell so good. Do I know you from somewhere?
Doubt it. What's in the drink?
Kale, turmeric, flaxseed,
maca powder, hemp.
Is this one of those places guys inject steroids
to make their balls shrink up like a baby's?
Please can you stop talking about balls?
I feel sick, the smell in here...
(LAUGHS)
Mirko tells me you have something to sell.
(SNIFFS)
I didn't realise you were friends with Pablo Escobar.
The footballer? (LAUGHS)
Oh... How is it?
Subtle. Very subtle.
So subtle, it's like it's not even coke.
Just try some more!
This a joke? What is it, baby laxative?
Am I supposed to shit my pants now? No! It's good!
My friend took it and... She's fucked!
And this other guy I know, he took a lot.
And you know, he's just...gone!
Show me your eyes.
I do know you.
You're a...porno.
What?
Whoo! It's good.
Fuck!
Whoo! (EXHALES)
It's really good.
(LAUGHS) Told you.
Nessi?
Stink?
What in the name of fuck were you thinking?!
Fifty thousand Euros! Who are you?
Who is sitting next to me right now?
Who? Fucking Pablo Escobar?
Nessi!
You're speeding.
(SCREAMS)
# ALEWYA: Jagna Song
# These thighs of mine
# Ride till they freeze
# Course, if I light up and breathe
# How could they, why would they run
# Or would they die with the gun
# Flow with ya, flow with ya #
Fifty grand! (LAUGHS)
She's even dumber than she looks!
It's worth fucking ten times that! The stuff is dynamite.
Should we go see your father? Why? Fuck him.
This is our deal! Yeah?
Our deal, and it's going to be the making of us!
Yeah. We don't have 50 grand, Darian.
We don't need 50, dumbass.
This gear is red hot, no question.
But she needs to sell more than we need to buy.
Yeah?
Those bitches, Mirko,
we're going to fuck them, and fuck them over, bro.
(LAUGHS) Yeah.
Nessi, remember we used to talk about owning our own bar?
Nail bar. You and Tara wanted a bar. I wanted a nail bar.
Fine, you wanted a nail bar. Now, we'll have enough money to invest!
Huh?
So just remember,
when I show you what I found,
think of it as Nessi's nail salon, and not drugs.
(TOILET FLUSHES)
What are you doing?
How many bags did you flush?! Can you calm down?
How many?
Two.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Nessi! Ruth's just flushed your dreams down the toilet!
Have you seen the state of Tara? This is the shit she's taken,
and she's lucky to be alive! Give it to me!
OK! We will hand the bags to Nessi, who is neutral,
and she will keep hold of them
while we discuss this in a calm and constructive manner.
How do you know these arseholes - I knew you wouldn't listen!
..aren't going to dump you in the canal?
Ruth just called your boyfriend an arsehole.
He's not exactly my boyfriend.
You can't just trust some random drug dealers from Rotterdam!
I know that, Ruth. That's why I've got a plan.
Nine o'clock tonight, I meet Mirko and Darian by the harbour.
But I won't have the drugs on me.
They'll will be with Nessi in the car up the road.
They don't pay up, they don't get the coke.
Hm. Foolproof! Her dad's in the freezer!
He's hardly gonna come looking for them!
We are 30 grand richer!
That's ten for Tara, ten for Nessi, ten for me.
Oh. Yours is in the toilet.
I see deadly drugs in large quantities, I flush them. I'm sorry.
How do you even know these are in kilos?
I don't, but if I just said,
'Hi, we've got er...big bags of cocaine to sell',
I'd sound like I didn't know what I was doing!
You don't know what you're doing! You are actually an idiot!
You know what, Ruth? Me and Nessi are doing
what we should be doing on holiday.
Having fun, driving cars, meeting boys.
Something you wouldn't understand. Hm. Why's that?
Because you don't like boys and you don't really like girls.
You're a double virgin. It's double boring!
Well, Kenny Swinney from the Irish club
isn't much to boast about, Stink.
Come on, Nessi. Let's go have some fun.
Nessi?
Mirko's not an arsehole.
You're not going to stop us. I know.
But if you're going to do something ridiculous...
..I don't want to miss it.
Room for one more?
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(ENGINE REVS)
(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN ON TV)
I trust the GT's looking presentable.
Why? You're driving me to Antwerp.
I've got a date. It's not a date if you're paying.
(STARTS BLENDER)
The fuck is wrong with you?
I was going to tell you. It's super-coke.
It's going to make us!
Us?
Me and Mirko.
That little ballbag?
First it felt sort of warm, like.
Then I was rushing my balls off for like an hour.
Now I'm kinda like...chilled.
(SMACKS TONGUE)
Are you taking the fucking piss?
Chilled?
(SIGHS) I swear to God I always knew you was a numpty.
I only took you in cos your mother begged me.
Useful to her as a back pocket on a fecking shirt, you were.
I've a mind to send you back to her!
I don't want to live with that bitch!
That is one of the few things you and I have in common.
Go and piss this shit out of you, take a long hot shower,
and come back when you've stopped looking like a fucking vampire.
And Darian...
Cut the ballbag loose.
This is insane.
Insane is what we could do with the money.
What do you think about Tara's dad?
I mean, you saw the blood on the laptop, right?
Looked like she'd given him a flipping great whack with it.
(PHONE RINGS)
NESSI: What's happening? RUTH: It's five-to. Calm yourself.
Why do I have to wait in the car? Cos you're the driver!
Because none of you learnt how to drive
cos I always chauffeur you.
What's her problem?? She's about to poo herself.
Tell her to sing I Got A Feeling like she did in school.
(BOTH LAUGH)
She used to sing it every day in year eight before PE.
What are you talking about? She did it just now, before her exams!
Black-Eyed Pussy!
It was a chant for me, you fucking bitches! It helped!
(SIGHS)
Good luck.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Hello?
(QUIETLY) # I got a feeling
# That tonight's gonna be a good night #
(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES)
Shhh!
Two types of people wear sunglasses in the dark.
Blind musicians and cunts.
Do you play an instrument?
Are you fucking blind?
Not who you were expecting?
(TAPS) Sit.
Where's the rest?
You give me the money, I'll tell you.
I wouldn't have trusted my son to pay up-front either.
Do you have any idea what this is?
This here is 80% pure heroin.
With a market value of half a million Euros per kilo.
A lot of product comes through the port of Rotterdam,
but none as good as this.
I know every cog in that machine,
and there's only one place this could have come from.
You're with Tara, aren't you?
Who's Tara?
Your foolish friend is my brother's girl, God help him.
I'll tell you what's going to happen.
Tomorrow morning, I'll pay my brother a visit,
and when I ask him to check the stock, it will all be there,
shy one Tic-Tac box.
I'll slap him merrily on the shoulder
and we'll sit down for a coffee, maybe even a croissant.
When I casually enquire as to where his fine daughter's got to,
my brother will tell me she's away back to London in an awful hurry,
along with her silly little English whore friends.
And if that sequence of events
does not transpire exactly as described,
I will murder you, slowly.
Almost forgot.
This needs to be accounted for.
Damage her.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
This is your fault.
No, no. No!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(RUTH SCREAMING)
(RUTH CONTINUES SCREAMING)
Go.
(RUTH SCREAMING)
(CRYING OUT)
(RUTH SCREAMING AND CRYING IN CAR)
NESSI: Come on!
She needs a hospital! It's too risky.
Now you care about this! Maybe she just needs rest.
Look at her shoulder! Lie down.
Relax. Relax! It's dislocated.
(SCREAMS, BONE POPS)
Jesus! (STINK AND NESSI GASPING)
Sorted.
(RETCHES)
When was your period?
No. No, it can't be that.
Kenny Swinney! Fuck that.
Where's the coke?
First of all, Amy Winehouse, it's not coke.
You've been sniffing heroin!
Which might explain why you've been feeling a little comatose lately.
(SIGHS) The heroin is still with me.
And it happens to be worth 1.5 million Euros.
OK, it sounds like you still want to sell the drugs?
Well, duh?
Stink, you tried to sell the drugs to the man
who already owned them, and Ruth got hurt!
And I got Tara's uncle calling me a cunt!
Even for your family, Tara, he is a real arsehole.
You need to put the drugs back or we are dead!We're dead anyway!
Tomorrow morning, Uncle Fuck is coming here
for a stock-check and a croissant.
He's going to find half of his heroin flushed down the toilet
and his own brother lying in the freezer
like a giant fucking MiniMilk! Well, he can't be angry about that!
It wasn't anyone's fault.
Was it?
They're not nice. Any of them.
If we stay here, we're fucked.
If we go back to London, they'll find us there too.
The solution is staring us in the face!
Why do I get anxious every time you have an idea?
Let's take the big car and drive to Norway.
You want to see your mum, don't you?
Do you know where she is?
The Nordmann Fir Beach Hotel.
It's been in my mum's family for years.
She... She said it was mine now.
We own a hotel?
Well, I mean...What the fuck are we still doing here?
When do you think we're actually going to go home?
STINK: For what? Tara's nan's dead.
My mum and her dumb boyfriend are happier without me.
What have you got waiting for you?
Ruth, we will drop you off at a coach station.
What? Why?
Because you're going to get three A-stars and go to uni.
No, I came here for a holiday with my girls, yeah?
But we leave the drugs here.
Yeah. Fine.
Right. Let's go find your mum.
What about...my dad?
I can't leave him there.
Looks like...I killed him.
Right? (STUTTERS)
I guess it does look like that.
He lied to me.
All my life.
About her.
I get it.
If someone did that to me,
I'd wrap a laptop round their head too.
He had a heart attack.
We just need to make it look like he had the heart attack that he had.
(SIGHS)
Right?
Yeah.
OK.
Erm... What gives people heart attacks?
Bacon? Cocaine.
Steam rooms.
Ah, the ballbag!
Darian. A word.
Dad... It's not Mirko's fault.
Nothing's going to happen to the little ballbag.
But he'll talk a lot quicker if you're not around to protect him.
See the logic? But he says he doesn't know.
Save your fretting, son. I'll look after your friend.
So you see, Mirko,
I'd really like to avenge my brother's death
before he fully defrosts.
I'm so sorry for your loss. Don't be sorry, just be helpful.
I don't know how, or why, or anything. I...
Neither do I, Mirko. Neither do I.
Which is why we need to find the people that do.
The English girls.
I don't know where they went.
I don't have a number.
(SIGHS) Mirko, Mirko, Mirko.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
# NICO: The Fairest Of The Seasons
# Now that it's time
# Now that the hour hand has landed at the end
# Now that it's real
# Now that the dreams have given all they had to lend
# I want to know do I stay or do I go
# And maybe try another time
# And do I really have a hand in my forgetting?
# Yes, and the morning has me looking in your eyes
# And seeing mine... #
Dislocate my shoulder? Pricks.
# Warning me to read the signs carefully
(WATER GUSHING)
# Now that I smile
# Now that I'm laughing even deeper inside
# Now that I see
# Now that I finally found the one thing I denied
# It's now I know do I stay or do I go #
Good? Yeah.
Let's go. (ENGINE STARTS)
# That I'll be leaving in the fairest of the seasons #
(ALL SINGING ALONG WITH SONG ON STEREO)
# That tonight's gonna be a good night
# That tonight's gonna be a good, good night #
(PHONE RINGS) Oh, my phone.
Oh, it's Mirko!
(MOCKINGLY) I fell in love with your English pussy.
Why did you leave without me? Why? Why?
Answer it! Nicely!
Mirko!
REAGAN: Sorry to disappoint you.
Mirko can't come to the phone right now.
I'll send you something to explain why.
And when you see it, just remember,
all he did was refuse to hand over this number.
What did he say?
(SHRIEKS)
(GUNSHOT)
Track that number and hit the road.
They can't have gotten far.
They should all be dead by lunchtime.
Croissant?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
What did he send you? (PANTING)
Stink! What's going on?!
(TREMBLING) Just drive.
(STINK CONTINUES GASPING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
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