The following program contains very strong language,
violence, and scenes of drug use.
She just found out that her mum's still alive.
Do you know where she is? The Nordmann Fir Beach Hotel.
You're going to see your mother?
Maybe I shouldn't.
No, no, no, no, you... you have to go there, you must.
If we don't stop her, then maybe no one will.
Do you think we can do it? If we have each other.
God, you look like your mum.
I'll steal the pills.
Maybe it's a good thing you weren't cut out for it.
Maybe of the two of you.
The two of us?
I'm not going to paint this boat.
I have a much better idea.
Tara? Orin's had such butterflies.
You are all he's talked about.
Where's Ruth? She's in hospital.
Tara shot her finger off.
I can't show up in a stolen car.
(SCREAMING)
# It's coming at me
# Coming at me Coming at me
# It's coming at me #
(MUSIC STOPS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Right, ready? Now. (RUTH WHIMPERING)
(ALL GRUNT)
(SCREAMING)
(MUFFLED) Help me! Help me!
(WHIMPERING)
(GROANS) Come on, we need to push it. Come on.
Guys, come on.
On three. (RUTH SCREAMING)
(STRAINING) One...
Two...
Oh, my God, can you count faster?
(CRIES)
One...
(PANTING)
Two...
Three.
(SCREAMING) Ruth! What the fuck?
Ruth! Ruth! Ruth!
Ruth, are you okay?
You're okay. You're okay, okay?
You're okay. You're okay. (RUTH SCREAMING)
Stay away from me!
Get away from me. Get back. I'm not touching you.
That's a cliff! You tried to push me off a cliff!
No, Ruth, it wasn't like that.
You tried to fucking kill me! Ruth, it wasn't like that!
No, I didn't. I didn't know you were in there.
How could I know that?
Ruth, she didn't, we were all pushing.
We were all pushing. Why?
Well... Well, Tara didn't want to go
to her mum's in a stolen car in case...
She was just like, "We got to get rid of the car because..."
I didn't know.
What do you think I am?
Out of the three of us,
you have left two behind to get nearly murdered.
That is called being a shit friend!
You can't walk away from it, either, 'cause it's a fact.
What do you want, Stink?
A new finger for Ruth. She's maimed for life.
Stink! Sorry, not maimed.
It looks good, it suits you. You hardly notice it.
Ruth...
I'm... Please...
Piss off, Tara, I'm not interested.
Oh, right yeah, poor Tara!
All upset and innocent now.
Notice how she's still hanging on to my bag of drugs, though.
Funny, that.
Yeah, you don't want to lose your lucky drugs, Stink.
Things have been real good since you took those.
We're not doing me, Ruth, we're doing Tara.
What you following me for then, hmm?
If I'm so fucking shit.
We can go where we like, can't we?
You're not in charge of roads.
You know, I want to see the look on your face
when you realise you inherited
an imaginary hotel. (RUTH GROANS)
(RUTH GRUNTS)
(RUTH GRUNTING)
What is going on with you two?
She's got a cramp.
From being locked in that boot probably.
No one's giving me massages.
What happened, Ness? Ruth make you her bitch back in that jail cell?
BOTH: No!
(SCOFFS)
Oh, my God.
That is so funny.
Nessi finally does girlongirl.
I mean, most of us got it out of our system in year nine,
but still, handy for you, Ruth.
What'd you do? Wait until she was all vulnerable and then pounce?
(GASPING)
Why's she stopped?
You've got to be shitting me.
It's real.
Just like in the picture.
What happened to the "beach hotel" part?
Welcome to Artemia Nordmann Fir.
How may I help you today?
I'm here to see the owner.
(CLEARS THROAT)
And your name?
Tara O'Rourke.
Erm... Tara Jacobson.
If you would like to come this way, please.
Well, I guess her mum's here.
She didn't even look back.
Shouldn't be long.
Thanks.
Welcome to Artemia Nordmann Fir.
How may I be of help?
Sorry to keep you.
Steffen Solbakken, hotel manager.
(CHUCKLES)
Did you have a resume for me?
Erm...
No, er, it's...
It's... It's not about a job, er...
I wanna see the owner.
The owner? Yeah, that's who I asked for.
The owner, I, er, guess would be, er, Artemia Holdings.
No, no, no, no, this is wrong.
But I've been manager here
for more than six years...
You don't understand, yeah? It's a family business.
Yeah? The hotel?
Well, we're certainly familyfriendly.
We offer familystyle... Familyrun!
By the Jacobson family.
The Jacobsons?
Her. That's who I want to talk to.
My mum.
She's there! (CHUCKLES)
That's her. Maggie Jacobson.
Can you please just get her for me?
I'm afraid that won't be possible.
You're right, the hotel was founded by the Jacobsons.
It remained in that family for several generations.
But Artemia Holdings acquired the Nordmann almost...
twenty years ago,
after the death of the last Jacobson owner.
I believe there was a tragic car accident.
(GASPS)
(WHISPERING) But I saw...
I saw her.
(SPEAKS NORWEGIAN)
She's 18. It all belongs to her now.
ORIN: She's not even gonna fucking want it.
(SPEAKS NORWEGIAN)
I saw...
She is 18.
The world belongs to her now.
Let her friends come and visit first
and then I'll tell her.
Is there someone I can call?
What was Saskia saying about me?
That I'm 18 and the world is mine.
What does that mean? (INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
It means...
When you came here, you were a child and now, you're not.
Think I was still living at home?
My day, we all got the hell out.
You mean, this was just till I turned 18?
Sorry if I didn't make that clear.
But...
You did the room.
You said you wanted us to get to know each other.
You're always here!
TARA: I'll go out more.
ORIN: How can I compose with you out there listening?
I won't listen.
If only that treacherous whore of a mother of yours
was still alive...
I wouldn't be stuck with you.
Turn around! (CRASHING)
(CHATTER ON TV CONTINUES)
Could you...
Could you stop that?
I'd like to watch something.
I wanna watch my show.
What the fuck? Tara!
Might have known you'd turn out like her!
All the women.
All the women I've had and she's the one who had to fucking breed!
Crazy fucking cunt. (TARA GRUNTS)
(SCREAMING)
How can it be this bright at nine o'clock?
Global warming?
'Cause we're so far up north.
Global warming is real, Ruth.
Welcome to Artemia Nordmann Fir.
Erm...
You know how Dagmar drugged and kidnapped me?
Mmmhmm.
Before I went under. I may have told her some things.
Yeah, like the name of this hotel.
And she may have told him.
Shit.
Erm, they're just, er, they're just here.
Erm...
Where are we going? Out the back.
Shit!
Tara!
Tara! Tara! The fucking bent police are here.
Your mum needs to hide us somewhere.
I can't. You have to.
She's not here.
What?
It wasn't real.
None of it was.
Well... Wait, what do you mean it wasn't real?
I don't... I don't get it.
You made this up? No.
Is this a trick? Is this a fucking joke?
No. I didn't. So, what then?
Shit, Tara. We came all this way.
What is your problem?
Shit! Fuck.
Room service. Open the fucking door.
Hello?
Can you be a bit less shit at moving, please?
Fuck!
No. No. No. No. No. Get the gun.
Get the gun!
Get your gun. Get your gun. Get your gun.
Stink! Come on! (STINK GROANS)
(GUN FIRES) (GIRLS GASP)
(NESSI WHIMPERS)
Shit!
REAGAN: Tara...
It's me.
Getting you out of here.
Get back. I'm not here to hurt anyone.
Come on, you. There's people here to kill you.
We need to go now.
What did I just say?
You said to get back, but your gun's empty.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
You put all your bullets in this fella, right after I killed him.
Oh, yeah? Yeah!
(GUN CLICKS)
(STINK GRUNTS) (REAGAN GRUNTS IN PAIN)
(GRUNTING) That's my fucking sore leg! Damn it.
Is this one empty, too?
Or is it full of bullets?
Stay away from us.
We're getting out of here on our own.
I don't know what you're doing here in the first place.
Looking for answers?
There's nothing here!
You need to cut it out with this past shite.
Tara!
Shit.
NESSI: Leave it.
Are you okay?
(AMBIENT MUSIC PLAYING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Lukas.
(CROWD APPLAUDING)
Petter, Lotte.
(SPEAKS NORWEGIAN)
(DOOR BANGS OPEN)
(CROWD MURMURING)
LUKAS: Outside.
Ladies and gentlemen, apologies for the interruption.
But we wouldn't have missed it for the world.
Better late than never, eh, Petter?
(REAGAN CHUCKLES)
How you doing, Lotte?
(WHISPERING) Hey.
Get us a table.
(MURMURING CONTINUES)
Where's Dagmar?
Oh, she's dead.
She was killed on the ferry.
Was she?
We'll let her off so...
(SPEAKS NORWEGIAN)
(CROWD CHEERING AND APPLAUDING) To Petter and Lotte.
Everyone, sit. Why should we?
Because I said to, now do it and shut up.
(REAGAN GRUNTS)
Nessi.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
NESSI: It's my mum. KATJYA: Don't answer it.
Remember we told my mum to get everyone's A level results
so that we'd be together when we heard them at...
That's today.
I was supposed to ring her.
Do not touch that phone.
(RINGING CONTINUES)
I want to talk to my mum. KATJYA: Leave it.
(RINGING STOPS)
Now where was I?
Do you want a job?
I have a few vacancies come up. What the fuck?
The other one wasn't cut out for it, but you...
You're a natural.
Are you tripping right now?
Sorry, is this guy tripping?
The other what?
Two thousand kilometres.
Getting locked up, beaten half to death,
losing me best men,
you were a move ahead of me the whole way.
Why wouldn't you be?
You're smart.
You're ruthless... Don't you tell me what I am!
A temper, too. Runs in the family.
There's no getting away from it.
You don't know me. Yeah, I do.
Whatever you are, I know where you got it from.
I'm sick of hiding from it, too.
(WHISPERING) Oh, shit. The other child. He's her dad.
(WHISPERING) Yes.
How was your meeting?
TARA: You don't know the first thing about me.
You don't know what I am.
Something is wrong with me.
My brain is fucked.
I see things.
Things that aren't there.
All the time.
(WHISPERING) To be fair, she does.
I saw Maggie.
She was talking to Orin.
She was right there.
I made myself see her.
That's how it happened.
So you snapped.
So what?
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
KATJYA: Do not... (GUN COCKS)
NESSI: Hi, Mum.
I don't know what we're like, we, er, it's been nice, sunny.
Great, thanks.
Okay.
Ruth...
English Lit, A star,
Maths, A star, Chemistry, C.
Stink. Media Studies, D.
I'm sorry, a C? Er, Art, B.
And Design Technology, C.
Tara. I don't want to know. (SNIFFLES)
NESSI: Italian... Stop.
A star. It doesn't matter!
German...
Nessi, can you stop telling me, please?
Did you not hear what I just said?
That doesn't happen for me. None of it.
That, going to uni, making plans,
being with friends.
People like me don't get to be in that world.
I'll call you in a bit, Mum.
Yeah, yeah. I'll call you in a bit.
Right, so, back to business.
That's the five kilos...
give or take.
Was supposed to close the deal with Dagmar.
Rotterdam's solid.
We ran into some technical issues,
but they're all sorted.
The two of you put together are half the woman Dagmar was,
but a dirty cop's a dirty cop.
They make life easier. So, if I were you...
I'd pick that bag up.
You're good to go.
(WHISPERING) Tara, are you coming or what?
Tara.
Great!
That's it then. Everyone fucks off.
Tara goes off to her dad's gang. Ruth to whatever comes after Durham.
I am not going to Manchester. Brings her sandwiches between lectures.
I what?
I go on the shitty housing list on my own with my stupid little baby.
So you're gonna have the baby? 'Course. You think I'm just gonna be
standing around? Who else am I gonna talk to?
Have you even spoken to a baby?
You know they can't speak when they come out?
I know that. I'll wait.
I just don't think it's a good reason to have a child, Stink.
Yeah, but it's none of your business is it, Nessi?
My body, my do whateverthefuckIfeellike.
Yeah? Friends for life, fucking bollocks.
The only reason we were ever together in the first place
is 'cause the cool kids didn't want us.
And I'm the one that gets dumped because I was too thick to realise
everyone else was waiting for the people
they really cared about to come along.
Just... Right, stop! Stop!
To new partnerships.
What do you say?
You think I would join you?
You're more out of your mind than I am.
(SCREAMING)
(MAN SCREAMS)
Year four, you prank-called Childline about my dad.
(SIGHS) This again.
You ripped my Taylor Swift poster. I was helping you.
Not once have we ever voted Ruth to be class rep.
What? You'd be a dick.
You'd never be around.
And you're just as bad, with your conditional offer to Durham,
every day.
We have been putting up with each other's shit
since we were five.
What makes you think that anyone's gonna be dumped now?
I wasn't ever waiting for anyone to come along. Ever!
We are the cool kids.
We are.
We're friends.
We always have been, and we always will be.
We look out for each other, no matter what crap
the other one pulls, or the...
stupid decisions that we make.
That's the rule.
Shit.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(SPEAKS NORWEGIAN)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
We have to go back.
Nah, 'cause totally, 'cause when you said that...
I mean, it's all very well her decision,
but, I mean, she didn't look happy. How's it a proper decision if she doesn't even know
she has options? Exactly.
Come on.
Come!
Hey! (GRUNTS)
(LUKAS GRUNTS) (MAN SPEAKING ON VIDEO)
(MAN GROANING)
Hi, Lukas...
I know him.
(GASPS) Fuck.
(MAN SCREAMS)
Tara.
(GROANING)
Tara.
Don't worry.
I'll find her.
Okay.
Now we can begin.
This... It's good.
This, er, horror spectacle. (REAGAN GROANING)
Come here, you little bollocks!
I'll smack the face off you.
Tara, run.
Tara, I met her on a boat.
Very inspiring.
I have so much to thank her for.
REAGAN: Tara. (SHUSHING)
"Met" isn't quite right.
I'd been following her after finding that
she and her friends were...
involved in the death of my son.
The kid in the car?
That was me.
She didn't do it, it was me.
None of that matters now.
This inspiring meeting, what it showed me...
the early work,
the motel, the train obviously, big impact.
Maybe too much spectacle,
too public.
Tara, you get yourself up and you run.
I realised that from now on,
my art mustn't shout through a megaphone to a crowd.
Do not sit there waiting for him to find you.
It should whisper into one ear. Do you know grief?
What? Do you know grief? Grief?
(GRUNTING) Oh, God. I wanna give you such a fucking kick in your hoop.
Grief. It's my new medium.
REAGAN: I know you.
You're that clown goes around mass-murdering people.
The Traveller. (REAGAN CHUCKLES)
The Mad Cunt.
You wouldn't know art if it fucked you, you poser gobshite.
Yeah, that's it. Come on.
Tara, go now.
Do it now! (SCREAMS)
She had a photograph with her. Perhaps you know it.
You dirty fuck!
A picture of her mother and this place.
When I saw it, I knew at once what my next piece must be.
Go there and kill the child in front of the parents.
Tara, what are you doing?
(GROANS)
I know you think there's something wrong with you,
Tara, but there's not.
When you...
take a child from a parent...
you reach deep inside.
That grief...
No one is there with you.
To be able to do that with art.
You're a survivor.
You're a warrior.
So...
(CHUCKLES)
Imagine my disappointment when I come here and I find no mother.
This joker here, this is what a psycho looks like.
That's not you.
Do you hear me?
And then I see you.
Her father.
(GASPS)
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
(REAGAN GROANS)
Look, we go in there, we go, "Sorry, Tara's dad,
gangster thing's off". Yeah, "We're here for you".
A hundred per cent. Hundred per cent.
And the seeing things, that's okay, people get hallucinations.
There's treatment for that.
I mean, my cousin used to hear voices all the time, now he's fine.
There's bear people in our school on medication for something.
He works at JD. And he gets staff discount.
(GRUNTING)
Bastard. (EXCLAIMING)
(MUZAK PLAYING)
Holy shit.
Fuck!
Oh.
Tara.
(TARA GRUNTS)
(METAL CLANKING)
Fuck! (PANTING)
A father...
tries to say the right thing.
Still...
"You're a survivor." (CHUCKLES)
This made me smile.
(TARA GRUNTS)
People see death,
they all have the same thought.
"Don't be next, be the survivor."
After that, it's easy.
Doesn't matter how many there are.
It's one against one.
(GROANING)
Darian?
(GROANING)
I warned you, didn't I?
I told you to leave them alone.
That was hours ago.
Yeah, 'cause I got lost.
SatNav got stuck on Norwegian.
You leave them. I'm not touching them.
I came to get Tara.
And do what? Nothing.
Save her.
I offered her a job.
'Cause of who she is.
You said it like that?
And she didn't go for it, did she?
You notice how there's not a queue of people wanting you as their dad?
I want it.
There was a... (SIGHS)
There was a lad on a boat...
How old are you, two?
You don't just get something because you say you want it.
REAGAN: (GROANS) Fuck!
It doesn't work like that.
And that was for Mirko.
Dad, I had one friend.
How does it work?
How the fuck do I know?
Be someone people want to be around.
And why is there dead bodies everywhere?
(WHEELS SQUEAKING)
Some mad fucker.
One guy?
Run.
(THUDS) (REAGAN GROANS)
DARIAN: Stink! Go, go.
Stink.
Come on. (WHEELS SQUEAKING)
We can jump. Fuck off.
Have you still got Turi's gun?
What?
Why'd he kill all these people? We weren't here.
We came back to get Tara. We just found it like this.
And you stayed? Why didn't you turn around?
We just came back for Tara.
(WOMAN ON TV SCREAMS)
Hey, that's the first place he's going to look!
Stink, out the window. Come on.
It's an easy jump. (INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
DARIAN: Would you come on? He's gonna find you.
What?
Yeah?
(SQUELCHING)
(THUDS)
(DARIAN GAGGING)
Yeah.
(SOBBING SOFTLY)
(FINGERS SNAPPING)
Hello.
Hey.
(GRUNTING)
Okay.
Tara?
I think...
(TARA GRUNTS)
Here.
Down.
Good.
Hey...
Better if you look.
It's the whole point.
I'm going to slit her throat.
If you don't look, it's going to be very slow.
Thank you.
I think we're ready.
Open that.
Yes.
The child...
before the father.
(DOOR OPENS)
You came back.
Well, what you think we were going to do?
Did you check the lighter?
I did, I did.
Come on, light.
(GIRLS WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
I did, I did!
Hey!
(GROANS)
(NESSI GASPS)
(SQUELCHING)
(THE TRAVELLER PANTING)
(GRUNTING)
I know you'll have plans.
Just...
That offer's still there...
if things don't work out.
They'll work out.
I know they will.
Just...
It's there.
Thanks.
(BOTH SIGHING)
That's not bad.
Go on.
Are those abortion pills?
Yeah.
What was it you said about friends forever, Nessi?
I said... we're friends.
We always have been and we always will be.
We look out for each other.
Yeah?
That's the rule.
We all need to remember that, okay?
When we're home.
I don't want to go home.
We don't have to.
Summer's not over.
We should go somewhere.
Zante?
Zante is a bit...
A bit of a place to go to be free when you're not.
And we just were.
What?
What if...
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