All language subtitles for Fear s01e02.eng

[tense music plays]

[music intensifies]

[tense music plays]

[dull thumping noises]

[headset chimes]

[sighs]

[Martyn clearing throat audible
through headset]

Let's stop you in your tracks.

[uneasy music plays]

[a few slow keyboard taps]

[Martyn gives a tired sigh]

[Fay whispers] Mum.

[Rebecca through headset]
Did you have a bad dream?

[Fay whispers] Yeah.

I'm scared.

This house is too big.

[Rebecca though headset]
Snuggle up to me

and you'll feel better in the mornin'.

Okay, cuddle up.

[Rebecca through headset]
Try and get some sleep.

[shouting and banging from upstairs]

[Paul yelling] Mum!

[Martyn] Hey.

Your mum's supposed to be having a lie-in.

-Wanna make eggy-bread?
-[Fay] Are we allowed?

[Rebecca] Yes.

[Fay] Come on, let's go.

[Paul]
Wanna start making it? Then we'll get Dad.

[Rebecca]
Don't do anything with the cooker.

[Fay]
I'll break the eggs. You do the rest.

-[Martyn] Morning.
-[Rebecca] Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

I can't stop thinking about that letter.

I couldn't sleep last night, so I made

a list of all
the best lawyers in Glasgow�

[through headset] �as soon as they're
open, we're gettin' an appointment,

and this whole thing's already over.
Don't even worry about it.

-[Rebecca] Martyn, put on some clothes.
-[toaster pops unexpectedly]

[Rebecca] Seriously,
I mean it. Put on some clothes.

-[Martyn] You don't need to be paranoid.
-[drops hot toast]

[Martyn instructs] Eyes front.

Okay. Everybody, eyes front.

[Fay] What do you mean?

[Martyn]
Just look straight ahead, darling.

[Martyn] Paul, do as you're told, please.

Don't look down, Becs.
Don't give him the satisfaction.

[headset beeps]

[Fay whispering] I'm scared.

[Rebecca] Snuggle up to me
and you'll feel better in the mornin'.

[on replay: Fay] I'm scared.

[Martyn]
He commented on my wife's underwear,

he sent her flowers with a card,

with kisses, saying he wanted
"to lick her vanilla slice".

Uh, and then
that letter there accusing us of--

Well, you've read it yourself.
It's disgusting. That's our children.

Yes, have you brought that card with you?

-He posted it back through his letterbox.
-I was angry.

I understand your frustration.
Let me tell you what the law says.

An offence occurs when a person
engages in a course of conduct

on at least two separate occasions

which causes another person
to feel fear or alarm

where the accused person intended,
or knew, or ought to have known

that their conduct would cause fear
or alarm.

So if we had that card, we'd have grounds?

At least two occasions.

then the Procurator Fiscal
has to be convinced

there's enough evidence to proceed.

Look, let's send him
our letter and take it from there.

And hopefully,
there won't be any further incidents,

but if there are, keep the evidence.

Shrewd move
getting people to pay up front.

[lawyer] Keep a record, yes?

Thank you.

Waste of fucking time.

[Rebecca] What are you doing?

-We're getting a second opinion.
-What? No.

Bec's, doing nothing,
saying nothing gives this stuff credence.

-We haven't done nothing.
-We need to deny it.

We literally just denied it in front of
one of the best lawyers in Glasgow,

who's told us
that's all we can do for now,

so we take the advice,
and we wait and see.

Unless you wanna pay another
�250 to hear the same thing.

[phone ringing]

-Who is it?
-[Rebecca] Don't know.

-Hello.
-Just let it go to voice mail.

It could be him.

Oh, yeah, speaking. Hello.

Yeah. Uh, yes, definitely.

-Um�
-Who is it?

So, actually, do you
mind if I call you back?

I'm just in the middle of something.

Yeah. Okay, great. Great, yeah, thanks.

Bye.

What?

Anne's friend runs
a research lab here in Glasgow,

and she said she'd ask them if me being
out of work for seven years was too long.

For what?

[surprised tone]
D'you wanna go back to work?

Yeah.

-And that was the lab friend?
-Yeah.

Good.

Call them back, I need to go do
the drawings for that fucking extension.

[sound of door unlocking]

[horrific music plays]

[tense music plays]

[in desperation whispers] You.

[thuds on the floor]

[Jan] No, no. Don't go.

Come back.

Come back.

-[distant telephone rings]
-[baby crying]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

-Hi.
-Hiya.

I'm looking for children's services.

Oh, we're up on the first floor.

[indistinct chatter continues]

[child 1] �he's in prison.
How's he gonna get all that stuff?

He doesn't even have a lot of money.

[man] Matthew, Andrew. Come on. Behave.

[child 2] You get your own bathroom,
and I have to share one with Mum.

[child 3]
Maybe, it's 'cause I'm older than you.

[child 2] So?
That means I deserve more than you do.

[lady calls out]
Mr Berwick, Fiona will see you now.

Thanks.

[child 3 in the background]
I hate you. So much.

Thank you. And you're here because�

The man downstairs from us,
a Mr Jan Boyd,

last night sent the police, and ourselves,

that letter accusing my wife and I
of sexually abusing our children.

Which isn't the case, as we've told
the police and our lawyers, now you.

But given it's an unpleasant
and damaging accusation,

well, I think I'm right in saying
that you do tests with dolls and stuff

to ascertain whether kids
have been abused or not?

Or get them to draw things
and you interpret what they mean.

Well, if they start drawing-
tall trees and lampposts, well, I don't--

Um- Anyway, that's the letter,

and I just wanted to say
that our children are at your disposal.

Um- basically, we just wanna
put this whole thing to rest.

Right. We've not been contacted
by anyone in regards to this.

Good.

That's good. I just want to be
proactive rather than reactive.

[social worker]
Can I have your children's names

-and dates of birth, please?
-Yeah, sure. Uh�

Paul Oliver Berwick.

23. 7. 2014.

Fay Olivia Berwick.

17. 9. 2016.

And which school do they attend?

Uh�

Oakland-

Oakland Academy.

Oh, sorry, primary school.
It's what, one of them. Primary school.

But, then-
we only started two weeks ago, so.

What d'you mean you gave the letter
to children's social services?

That's like waving at them
to come and look at us.

We've got nothing to hide.
Let them come, let them look.

[muffled voices from upstairs]

Doing too much is an impossibility

because this stuff, true or false,
sticks like fucking phosphorus.

And that shitty bastard downstairs
is not gonna ruin our lives.

[panting nervously]
It was a terrible move.

Night, Fay. Okay, darling.

Go on. Up to your bunk now. Go on, Fay.

-Can I just finish this chapter?
-Yeah, you can, but in your bed.

You can both read for 10 more minutes.
Daddy's gonna come and say goodnight.

Okay, love you, sweetheart.

Becs�

[with a troubled tone] Under the covers.

You too. It's nearly time, okay?

Five more minutes,
and I'm putting that light out.

-[Paul] But Mom said ten.
-Well, I'm saying five.

[Martyn]
Just do as I say, okay, Paul? Bedtime.

[ominous music plays]

[Martyn] Will you listen?

I don't wanna hear it.

I'm going to bed.
I don't know what you're doing.

I'm done for tonight.

[gloomy music plays]

[Martyn through headset] Right.
Light off. I'm not gonna tell you again.

[Paul] I just need to finish this page.

[Martyn] Paul. Enough back talk.

Bedtime, okay? Lights off.

[Paul] It's not fair.

[phone ringing]

Hello. Good morning.

[man] I just want to say sorry.

I just wanted to apologise
and say it will never happen again.

I'm sorry is this--

It's Jan� [sniffs]

from downstairs.

[Martyn] Can you hold on a second?

Yes, Jan.

Like I say, I'm-

I'm a million times sorry.

I didn't mean any of it.

I take it all back.

It was undeserved

and uncalled for, and um�

I have issues that are my issues,
to be dealt with by me

so I don't know what came over me
to make accusations like that

'cause I only want to be
a good neighbour to you and your family.

So I'm sorry.

[Martyn scoffs] Right. Well, I mean--

[Jan] No.

You'll hear me out, 'cause-

this is a promise.

I will make sure-
that this never happens again.

[phone beeping]

Hello.

Did you get it?

[Jan] I will make sure
this never happens again.

That's all you got?
The solicitor said keep the evidence.

I don't go around recording people, do I?

-Just film it, just press record.
-All right, I tried. I'm sorry.

Play it again.

[Jan] I will make sure-
that this never happens again.

Make sure what never happens again?
Us abusing our children?

No, we know he wasn't saying that.

He was apologising.

He can say it to my face and on camera.

No, no, no. Martyn.

Martyn.

[doorbell rings]

[knocks on window]

Jan!

[phone dialling]

[phone buzzing]

Jan! It's Martyn.

Jan!

[banging on door]

Jan, what's up? Everything okay?

It's happening again.

It mustn't, so�

You said to say when I'd be away.

Okay, but what's happening,
what d'you mean?

I can't say.

Sorry, I got to go.

-Jan.
-I'm sorry.

Jan.

Jan.

Don't think he's in.

Look, this arrived from our solicitor.

[kids chattering in the background]

-This is good.
-Yeah.

I'm thinking that's why he rang,
'cause that arrived.

What, you think he's been warned off?

Oh, my God, wouldn't that be nice?

Oh, my God, that would be the best.

Right, c'mon. Let's get
the kids to school, and, um�

I'm working from home today.

How about coming
back for breakfast in bed?

Oh, I see.

I can't, I've got to go into the lab.

I rang them back.

I should've said,
but with everything going on--

No, no. It's exciting.

Yeah. Could be really exciting.

-I've gotta go.
-Yeah, just-

You know, with the kids,
if you do go back to work,

they need continuity.

Yeah, but� we'll figure it out.

We'd share it.

Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry.
I'm just thinking out loud.

Right. Come on, kids.

I'm taking you in.

-David.
-Yes.

-Hi, how are you?
-Very well, thank you.

Welcome to Bio-SCG, come through.

[David] So, Anne tells me
you've just moved to Glasgow.

Wow, this stuff's really come on.

[David] And you worked
for Professor Foxfield, at UCLH?

[David] His words were,
"Sign her up, she's terrific."

[happy chatter]

[woman laughs]

[suspenseful music plays]

[man] Aah, fucking�

[Martyn] Hello?

[man muttering]

[male pants and groans]

Hello?

Sorry, mate. Is Jan Boyd in?

-Who?
-Mr Boyd.

The guy who lives here. The owner.

The owner, that's Mr Henderson.
Henderson's Laundry. The dry cleaners.

Is Mr Boyd gone?

Look, pal, I'm just here
to change the radiators.

But, yeah, no one here.

Great.

Thank you.

[kids laughing]

[Rebecca] That's so weird.

[Martyn] Hello!

[Fay] Daddy!

[Rebecca] Hiya.

-Hi, gorgeous.
-Hi!

[Martyn contentedly] Ugh!

-Did you have a good day?
-[Fay] Yeah.

-[Martyn] Hello.
-[Rebecca] Hello.

-How'd it go?
-It was great, I loved it.

Mwah! Excellent.

Right you two.

See all those moving boxes
in the big room?

[kids] Yeah.

We are going to build an obstacle course.
I've got paint, I've got brushes,

I've got glue,
and I've got tape, all right?

-[Fay] Mh-hm.
-You ready? Let's go.

[Rebecca] Wow! That's gonna be fun.

[Fay giggling] Come on.

Go and play
in the big room, and play nicely!

[Paul] I'm gonna make a football stadium!

-[Fay] I'm gonna make a apartment!
-Play nicely. Careful on the stairs.

[Paul] I'm gonna build a bigger one!

So, back in the lab. What happens now,
you gonna work there?

Yeah, I hope so.

-I mean, David's keen.
-Who's David?

David Howden. Runs the lab.
Well, owns the lab.

He's Anne's friend.

Brilliant.

Yeah. But I've said
let's do a probationary period first

'cause it has to work for everyone, right?

Yeah.

And to celebrate�

-Ha ha!
-What's that for?

Well, first of all, breaking news:

I think, the freak downstairs has gone.

And d'you know, he was only a tenant.

He didn't even own it.
So, adios and good riddance to him.

But before that�

I'm working on
the drawings for the extension,

and I'm feelin'
a wee bit sorry for myself,

and suddenly I think, "What am I doing?"

We came here for a better life,
for a fucking adventure, so grab it.

Like you're doing by going back to work.

Don't feel sorry for myself
because I didn't get that commission,

go and get another.

And don't hate doing extensions

'cause they can let me do
the stuff that I really wanna do.

So�

Where's the glasses?

So, I had a look,
and there's this competition

to design an Eco Centre
around these hot springs in Iceland.

-I mean�
-[cork pops, clatters]

�the possibilities.

And then I'm thinking- that you and me

could fly to Reykjavik for the weekend.

We can't afford to go to Reykjavik!

What're you talking about?

I'm gonna be the loft conversion king.
You'll be back at work, you'll be earning.

C'mon, you and me in the hot springs.

No kids. Champagne.

Oh, my God, David today.

He said, well,
I mean, he just mentioned it,

but-
the lab is currently in the University,

but he's planning on building

a state-of-the-art
independent lab in Glasgow,

and he needs an architect.

Yeah, and it hasn't been
put out to tender yet.

-I mean, I didn't say anything--
-No, no. Don't.

But we have him over for dinner.
And we invite Anne.

Show this place off.

And show him that you mean business.

Can't be too eager.

No, no, we play it cool.

Super cool.

[laughs nervously]

[whimsical music plays]

You look amazing.

So do you.

[Martyn] Right. You two are gonna be

the best-behaved children
in the world tonight, right?

-[Fay] Yeah.
-[Paul] We'll do anything for money.

Don't mention you've been paid, all right?

Mention money, you get nothing.

Zip your lip, there might be something
under your pillow in the morning, okay?

Ooh, like the Tooth Fairy.

[all chuckle]

[doorbell rings]

[both kids] They're here!

Here we go.

[vocalist sings softly]

[Martyn] Be polite, okay?

Okay!

-[kids] Uncle Brian!
-[happily] Hello, hello.

-What are you doing here?
-I came here to see you, didn't I?

[Fay] We've been making rhubarb, fool.

Don't you call me a fool,
I've told you about that.

It's nice to get a welcome
fe' somebody, eh?

Are you gonna show us around, then?

Cause I have to admit,
from the outside, it's quite impressive.

And you've got fucking pillars.
This place is insane.

Brian, what're you doing here?
We've got people coming over.

Don't mind me.
I've got a flight first thing.

No, they're coming now,
and it's an important night,

so I'll pay for a hotel.

-We can't get him a hotel.
-Yes, we can. He can't stay here tonight,

-all right? This is far too imp--
-[doorbell rings]

Um�

[Fay] Come on, Paul,
let's go and show him our rooms.

Yeah, why don't you go
and show me your rooms, up the stairs.

Come on!

Listen to me, listen to me.
Don't let him ruin it, okay?

Would you look at the size of this place!
Big brother's done all right, hasn't he?

-[Paul] Have you got any money?
-[Brian] I do--

Just smile, okay?

-[Rebecca confidently] Hello!
-[guests] Hi!

Hey!

-[Martyn] Finally
-[Rebecca] At last!

-Lovely to see you.
-You, too!

Hope you've got green fingers.

-Hi.
-Hey, David.

You never forget about
my sugar addiction, do you?

You're a sugar addict!

-Thank you.
-Look at this!

-You look beautiful.
-Thank you. So do you.

-[David] Look at that cornicing.
-[Annie] Wow!

I know, right.

I have often wondered what
these houses look like inside, and gosh.

A house for an architect.
I imagine you have plans.

-Oh, yes.
-[David] Fantastic.

Can I take your jackets?
Uh, we're just upstairs.

Yeah, we're on the first floor.

[Annie jokingly] Ohh, the first floor, eh.

[all laughing]

No.

That was not good.

[Annie] I love it, that's the best one!

[Brian] Oh, God, that's terrible.

[laughter continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[Fay] What are they talking about?

[Paul] Quiet, Rosie.

[laughter overhead]

-Some for yourself.
-That's great, thanks.

[Brian chuckling]
You're all right, you're all right.

So, listen, right, I know these two don't,
but do either of youse have any tattoos?

It's a professional interest, right?
I'm a tattooist.

So have you got any?

[Brian laughs] Yes, yes.

Come on then, let's see them.
Get them out. C'mon.

[David] Here she is.

That is pretty cool.

[Brian] Very nice piece of work.

Right, your turn. Come on.

Get it out, come on.

I think not.

-[all laugh]
-Ah, I knew it.

Yeah, not tonight.

[Anne] Not in this dress.

[Brian] See this, this is great,

because Martyn's mission
in life is to become middle class.

And somehow, he thinks
having a tattoo revokes that, right.

Doesn't matter that I'm being paid
to go to Stornaway

to tattoo some guy with a title.

He thinks tattoos are for lowlifes.

Utter pish.
When have you ever heard me say that?

Lowlifes. Exact words.
I've heard that out your mouth.

[chuckles]
Ah! Give me a sec.

I'm winding you up.

So, you're an architect.

Yeah, I've just got
a new practice on Berkeley Street.

-[David] Really?
-So, we're just um--

[Brian] There you go, Becs.
Mum said you might like that.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, um, this is Corrine,
Brian and Martyn's sister.

[David] Oh.

[Anne] Oh.

Aye.

She, uh�

she was a competitive markswoman.

-Really?
-[Brian] Mm-hmm.

She was a reserve
at the London Olympics. Fifty-meter rifle.

-Wow.
-He was good too.

He was probably better
than she was, but he packed it in.

[Brian] Me, couldn't get on with it,
wasn't my thing.

But, um� our dad�

our dad, right,
our dad's nuts about guns.

Well, he's just nuts.
Actually, eh. Ain't he?

In't he?

But anyway, he's armed to the teeth,
and he will fight anybody.

[Brian laughing] He's bonkers, man.

But, um�

Corrine died a year ago.

[Anne] God, I'm so sorry.

[Brian] Thank you. Thanks.

-[David] I'm sorry.
-Thank you. Um�

But not long after,

Dad goes to the hospital

to find her oncologist.

Um�

Fortunately,
Martyn was there to intervene--

[Martyn interrupts] Brian.

We really don't need to hear about that.

-[disappointed] I was just�
-Really.

Yeah, man.

Sorry, um. Bathroom?

Just through there on the right.

Great, I'll be back.

-[Anne] She has a lovely face.
-[Rebecca] Yeah, beautiful, right?

[Anne] Mmh.

[Brian] I still do what he says,

sometimes.

Just 'cause he looked after me
so well when we were kids.

[Anne] Aww.

Hey. Like, when I was 7.

Right, uh, our dad was in the army, right,

Parachute Regiment, and, uh�

he used to be away for months.

And one day when-when he was meant
to be away, he-he comes home.

[tense music plays]

I didn't know this at the time,

but he'd been passed over for a promotion.

[cocks pistol]

All I could see was a f�

a fucking awful look on his face.

[terrified boy gasping]

I was just really scared, man.

Dad.

Don't.

Nothing happened,
you know, as it turns out.

Nah, this one knew to keep
me away in case it did.

What a fucking good big brother.

I don't remember any of that.

[Rebecca and Anne laugh softly]

Martyn? Sorry, on the landing
there's a model of a building.

Oh, yeah, that's- that's one of mine.

I was shortlisted
for the Glasgow Arts Hub.

[David] Wow, that's beautiful.

Thank you.

So, what you working on now?

Uh, right now,
an Eco Centre outside Reykjavik.

-A commission?
-Uh, no.

You need to be champion
to get a straight commission.

-Ah.
-It's a competition.

But I like that
because the briefs are exciting�

[Brian whispers] Becs. Becs.

Sorry. I'm not trying to do anything,
nasty, d'you know what I mean?

-So, you are aware you're doing it?
-No, I'm just trying to�

-tell a story about him and the family--
-Pack it in.

I'm not doing it on purpose, you know�

[Anne speaks indistinctly]

-[Martyn] �then just add layers.
-[David] Right.

[David through computer] Are you going

to that sustainable design event
on Monday?

It's in Edinburgh, over two days.

You really should go.
It's a great showcase for your work.

Oh, aye, aye. I'll be there.

Great. Wow, look at that.

Are you going back to the lab?
The genome hasn't left you behind.

I mean,
there's a lot of catching up to do.

Sorry, what is it you-you actually do?

Okay, okay,
so you know how we're told

that we share the bulk of our DNA
with bananas and fruit flies,

and we all go, "yeah, that's not right".

Well, it's not. It's only true
in terms of protein-coding bases,

and they only
make up 1.2% of the genome.

The rest of it, the other 98.8%;

the regulators, they're what dictate

the differences
between species and organisms,

and that is what
we're looking at delving into.

Fucking hell, man! Nice one.

[gentle laughter]

[Rebecca] Thank you.

But, yeah, big changes.

And we've got this amazing house.

I mean, even he likes it.

[all chuckle]

But, this is true of anywhere you buy:

you never know what
the neighbours are gonna be like,

and we inherited
this guy downstairs from hell.

I mean, really,
it's just been a nightmare.

[laughing nervously] Why? What's he done?

What's he not done?

Just about anything
he could to try and ruin this for us.

-[Rebecca] But he's gone now.
-[Martyn] Gone.

But not forgotten.

Just�

one of those creepy,
crypto, computer geeks.

He just gave you a really creepy vibe.

[Martyn] He's a twisted freak.

[ominous music reverberates]

[Martyn through headset]
And a liar.

A devious scumbag

liar.

Well, tell us what you really think, hey.

-[nervous laughter]
-Let it go. He's in the past.

-Best is yet to come.
-[everyone] The best is yet to come!

[chatter continues through headset]

[tense music plays]

[heavy breathing]

[heavy breathing
continues through headset]

[Rebecca breathlessly] Get off. Get off!

[Martyn] What? Why?

Where are you right now?

[Martyn through headset]
What d'you mean? I'm here.

I need you to be present.

I need you to be with me.

-Becs--
-I need you to be here, okay?

-I need you to be here.
-I'm here.

You're not.

And it's not happening.

[harrowing music plays]

[Martyn] Thank God for Sundays.

[Martyn] Oh!

I think last night was all right.

Just fucking Brian.

Actually, Brian was just being Brian.

Is he still here?

No, he's gone to tattoo
someone in Stornaway.

His flight was at seven.

That was true, was it?

He's gone somewhere.

And you're off to Edinburgh tomorrow.

Yeah, only 'cause your man said,
"You're going," like I should be going.

I think it's a good thing.

And he might be there.

Well, he's looking for an architect.

-We can't be too eager, though, right?
-No.

-Don't say anything.
-No, of course not.

Last night was okay.

You�

and David liked your design.

-[Fay] Payday! Payday!
-Oh, God.

-[Paul] Give me our money.
-No.

[Fay] Ten pounds each!

[Paul] Ten pounds each!

-[Martyn] Two fifty.
-[Fay] You promised.

-[Martyn] Too early.
-[Rebecca] Where you going, madam?

[Fay] You said �10 each!

[Martyn through headset]
I said �5 each.

-[Paul] �10 each.
-[Fay] I need �10 each!

[Martyn] Abuse! Abuse, abuse!

[Fay] Ten pounds each!

Ten pounds each.

-Ten pounds each.
-Ten pounds each.

-[Rebecca] No leave me alone!
-[kids] Mummy! Money! Money!

-[Rebecca] Okay. Got your things?
-[both kids] Yeah.

-[Rebecca] Book bags?
-[both kids] Yeah.

-[Rebecca] Packed lunches?
-[both kids] Yeah.

[Paul] Don't forget,

Olga's coming home
with us after school today.

[Rebecca] I know.
We've got strawberries for pudding.

[Fay] Is daddy coming with us?

[Rebecca] He's got a train to catch.

[Martyn] Be good for your mum. Mwah!

-And you have a good day at work.
-[Rebecca] Thank you.

[Martyn] I'm gonna have
to get used to sayin' that again.

[crowd chatting]

-Doing good, Sir.
-Good to see you. Long time, no see.

Martyn Berwick, pleasure to meet you too.

Hiya, hiya.

Forget sometimes when you're working on
something you're passionate about that�

our job can be a lot of fun.

[woman] Cheers to that.

[kids screaming through headset]

[screaming continues]

[police dispatcher through phone]
Officers have been dispatched.

[Fay] It hurts, it hurts, stop it.

[screaming and shouting continues]

[Rebecca]
Who wants some strawberries? Yeah?

[Rebecca through headset]
Let's get these dresses off.

-[Fay] Do we have to?
-Yes, we do have to.

[banging and clattering from upstairs]

Paul! What have I said
about playing with that trike inside?

[Rebecca through headset] Let's see?
D'you want me to kiss it better?

[Jan shouts] Stop!

[Rebecca]
�kiss it better. Get these off.

[psychotic yelling] Stop! Stop! Stop it!

[Rebecca] Olga, get these off.

Come on.

[banging and shouting from upstairs]

[tense music plays]

No, no!

-[kids] Yeah!
-[Rebecca] Right, don't go near the road.

[kids] Okay!

Back inside.
Where are you going? Back inside.

-[Rebecca] What's this?
-You're not going anywhere.

Because they're on the way.
You have to stay where you are.

What are you doing? Get away!

-Why are you here? You've left!
-Child abuser!

-What?
-This woman interfered with those girls.

I've reported her.
The police are coming. Here they are.

-You're okay.
-Stop it! I said stop it!

-Why are you doing this? Why?
-I have to.

What, you send me love letters
and then you do this?

When you do things--

So you do not accuse me again,
do you hear?

She was making them take
their clothes off and do things--

Oh, my God!

They were screaming,
they were going, "Ow, ow, ow,"

and they were asking her to stop!

You can't let him say this, please.
-[officer] Okay.

-He's lying.
-You've made your comp--

-I'm not a liar!
-Quiet!

I mean the two of you,
or I will arrest you both, all right.

-Let's get your kids inside.
-This can't be happening.

Take him downstairs.

He's making this up,
and he's done it before.

Her husband was paying them,
so they could do things to them.

-Ten pounds, he paid them.
-Downstairs.

-Please, listen.
-Let's go.

I'm on my own and my husband's away.
Please let me call him.

Oh, my God.

Sounds cheesy and that,
but what's your inspiration?

[laughing] My inspiration?

-I don't know.
-Is it the shapes, the colours?

Is it the materials?
Where do you start in your head?

That's a bit of a trade secret, isn't it?
What's yours?

-I don't know, like, whatever I'm�
-[phone buzzing]

Whatever takes your fancy, innit?

[Rebecca] You're not listening to me.
He's been harassing us.

Our solicitor has written him
a letter asking him to desist,

-and he keeps doing it.
-You have to give us time

-to investigate.
-What will you say to Olga's parents?

We'll decide that in due course.

-Look, I know it's frus--
-[Fay] Mom?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, sweetheart. I'm just being silly.

Go on, go watch the film
with the others. Go on. Off you go.

[Rebecca] Please, you have to believe me.

[Martyn] Tried real estate.
The whole thing was a fucking swamp.

[laughter]

[lady] Look, um�

I need to go call my office and stuff,

but�

if you wanna hook up later�

Yeah,

if I'm still propping up the bar, why not?

Okay. I'm in room, um�

503.

If you wanna call�

just, um�

gimme about an hour, yeah?

Yeah.

Fuck.

[phone rings]

Hey, darling. Sorry, I've been�
been in meetings all day.

It's been, it's been a really good day.

How are you?

What?

Becs. Calm, calm--

[ambient music plays]

[anxious breaths]

[sound of car approaching]

You okay?

-[stifled sobs]
-It's all right, it's okay.

I'm here, I'm here.

-It was horrible.
-What happened?

He was saying that we were paying them
to let us do things to them,

and then he said �10 like we--

-Yeah.
-You've been drinking.

-No.
-Yeah.

I had a few earlier, but what happened?

You stink of it.

Fuck this! Fuck him!

[Martyn] Fuck!

[muffled footsteps thumping upstairs]

[Martyn muttering]

-Hey! Open that fucking door!
-[Martyn kicks the door]

[thumps from outside]

-[tense music plays]
-[kicking continues]

Fucking weirdo! Hey!

[Jan] Police.

[Martyn yelling furiously]
Stay away from my fucking wife!

The man upstairs is trying
to knock down my door.

-Uh, listen!
-Keep your filthy mouth shut!

-[glass shatters]
-Do you fucking- hear me?

You've been warned!

I'm staying put, don't worry.
I'm not gonna do anything.

Becca?

Becs?

-Becs.
-Be quiet!

Do you think that helped?
You think the kids didn't hear you?

Becs, c'mon--

In meetings, yeah?
In meetings? No, drinking.

-You're still drunk now.
-I'm not drunk!

You can sleep it off down there tonight.

Oh, fucking hell.

[tense music plays]

Is this about him downstairs?

[police officer] Yep.

I didn't threaten to kill him or anything.

Did you kick his door repeatedly
and break his plant pot?

-Aye.
Right.

What about what
he accused my wife of earlier?

We filed a report.

Separate incident, Mr Berwick.

He's making malicious, untrue accusations.

He's done it before,
then he said he made it up,

and now he's doing it again.

Now this is all made-up,

and nobody tells us
what we can do about it.

It's just his word against ours.

What would you do in my situation?

Listen, I don't wanna do you

for a breach of the peace and vandalism.

Things are stressful enough, right?

Yeah.

'Night. Let's go.

[ambient music plays]

[Rebecca] Gonna play a game.

[Fay] What's the game called?

The game's called who can be the quietest.

[Fay whispers] Okay.

-[whispering] Starting now?
-[Becs whispers] Yeah, starting now.

[Rebecca] Come on, Paul.

-[Fay] Where's Daddy?
-[whispering] He's sleeping.

Ugh!

Fuck.

[phone rings]

Hi.

Why didn't you wake me?

[Rebecca]
I didn't want to. Didn't need to.

Okay, Becs, listen to me, all right--

No, you were nowhere when we needed you,

and when you were there,
you made things worse.

Okay, all right I get that.

No, it's not okay, is it?
We can't rely on you, can we?

I was away yesterday,
and we thought he'd gone!

Yeah, well, guess what:

children's services
have contacted the school

and want us to come in
and meet with the head.

So, congratulations on that.

Oh, and, uh,
you got a voicemail last night.

I came to chat to you,
but you were comatose.

[phone call cuts out]

[voicemail]
You have one saved message.

[woman on phone message]
Hey. I crashed out�

[embarrassed giggles]

But, I'm up now and thinking�

maybe you forgot my room number,

in which case it's 503.

No!

[woman on message]
Hey--

Fuck! Fuck, fuck.

FUCK!

Fuck!

Fuck.

[buzzes doorbell]

No, hang on, hang on.

He stopped her leaving the house.

He's shouting in the street
that she abused two little girls.

Which the police are dealing with.
Due process has to be followed.

And I have to protect my family,

which I'm paying you
to supposedly help me do that--

-So, listen to my advice.
-What? To do nothin'?

You're fired.

[scoffs]

Excuse me. Is a Mr Henderson in?

Out back.

Sorry, Mr Henderson?
My name's Martyn Berwick.

I own the property above
a tenant of yours, a Jan Boyd.

Aye.

Aye, who's, uh, been ruining
my family's lives and mine.

He's been harassing my wife.
And when she didn't respond,

he made all these vile accusations

and started
shouting them out in the street.

I see, well, I'm- sorry.

Thank you,
'cause it's been a complete nightmare.

So, I'm here to ask, please,

if you'd serve him notice
and get him to leave?

You mean evict him?

Aye.

[Mr Henderson scoffs]

I can't do that.

I admire Jan.

He's turned his life around
the past three years.

The pandemic was his making.
He got into crypto, studied it,

found his place in the world.

What he's been doing,
is telling the police

that I've been
sexually abusin' my children

-And what would make Jan think that?
-He doesn't.

He's making it up
because my wife rejected him.

Well, here's the thing, Mr Berwick.
I take, as I find,

and to my certain knowledge
Jan has never lied to me.

I know Jan.

And I don't know you.

End of conversation. Go away.

How much d'you want for it?

Just sell me the flat, all right?
Name your fucking price.

I want him gone!

My mother worked for the family
that owned that house.

They treated her like shit.

But I own part of it now.

And nobody tells me what to do with it.

So fuck off.

Yeah?

[dramatic music plays]

[car engine starts]

[phone beeps]

[voicemail]
You have one new message.

[Rebecca] Hi, um�

I'm taking the kids to Anne's.

I don't feel safe here anymore.

[phone dialling]

[Martyn] Mom.

It's me.

Is everything all right?

[Eileen] Martyn?

Yeah, Mum. I'm here. It's just�

Got such a lovely place here, Mum.

[Martyn] It's beautiful.

We could be so happy here,
I know it. It's just�

We've got this man downstairs.

He's making our life a misery.

He's tormenting us and�

saying these horrible things.

[Martyn] Mom?

Is my dad there?

He's not in, I'm afraid.

He's out just now, love.

Can you tell him I called and, um�

make sure he calls me back.

Okay.

[tense music plays]

[closing theme music plays]

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