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Hi. Hi. Erm... Can I have a pint, please?

Ooh!

I haven't got my wallet, mate.

Is that gonna be a...?

- Oh... No, come... - Sorry. Can't.

What do you mean you can't?

Can't you just pay with your phone?

Uh... With...?

You... you've heard about that Russian cybersecurity guy, right?

You haven't? Right. Come here.

Now, they can get into your phone, right.

Track your movements, drain your bank account like that!

It's fucking serious, mate.

And it's Christmas, mate,

and you can't be a dick at Christmas, can you? It's not Christian.

Sorry, mate, I'm not allowed.

Shit!

Right, you... Ow! Are on my list.

Have that.

Hello, mate.

Erm, you wouldn't...?

Would you buy me a...?

Can I buy you a drink?

Yeah.

No, I can't.

You can't.

- Thank you! - What the heck are you doing?

Ah! I know. Just bear with. A bit strange.

You, sir, owe this poor sir a pint,

to apologise for my awful behaviour. And, erm...

I'll have this one.

Erm, you know, waste not want not and all that.

Erm, and, er, you know.

I mean, what does Greta... Greta Bloomin... thal always say?

I don't know either.

Thanks!

Jeez, what a dick.

Sorry, mate, I'll grab you another.

It's fine.

- Oh. - I was leaving anyway.

On, right.

Merry Christmas.

Hello, mate.

- Hi. - What do you want now?

Nothing. No, no, I just... I vomited over there.

And, erm, the smell of the vomit is making me want to vomit again, you know?

Then I'm worried the smell of that vomit's gonna make me vomit again.

It's gonna keep going till I eventually die...

Right, look, erm... Ooh.

I can see things clearly now and I just want to apologise.

- It's fine, I don't care. - Yeah, er...

It's been a bad clay and I took it out on you,

which is a dick move but I...

Yeah, well, we all have rough days.

True, but...

Let me make it up to you.

Oh, shit!

- So, you found your wallet? - Huh?

You found your wallet.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

No, that was all a ploy, mate.

You don't look like someone who needs to beg for a pint.

No.

Exactly. Right, listen to this, right?

Other day, walking along the high street, right?

On the high street, there's a bookshop.

In the shop, there's a book.

Book's called "How To Become Rich By Begging".

Yeah? I think usual bollocks, probably drivel.

But it gets me thinking, right? Take my parents, for example.

They are rich.

I mean, they're... they're like wealthy they're so rich, you know?

But everywhere they go, they always want to get something for free,

which is ridiculous, you know?

It's like giving laxatives to someone with diarrhoea,

you know what I mean? And then it gets me thinking,

isn't theirs just a twisted form of begging.

But if your parents are already rich,

how do you become rich by begging?

I said I saw a book, mate, not that I read it.

Are you a musician or something?

Me? This? No. No, no, no.

Not nearly cocky enough to think that anyone would actually listen.

Apart from these good people on the bus who can't go anywhere.

Hello.

Dad did teach me though,

but he left when I was six.

Married some buxom cunt who's, er, much, much younger than me.

And enjoys acting like my mum, which is fine.

Hate her.

And him... since then.

I do own a little club though.

Oh, wow. That's cool.

Yeah, yeah. Delirium.

It's, er...

It's some underground shit I opened with my mum's money.

The thing is everyone thinks it's like this childish whim

to sort of spite my tight-arse family.

You know, piss around, piss money up the wall

and fuck any possible pretty chick that I find.

It's not saying it's necessarily untrue, you know.

But it's my business.

Just no one takes me seriously.

And, you know, I am sort of

drowning in £2.3 million worth of debt, so...

can't even blame them, really.

I don't know.

Do you ever just wish you were...

made for something more?

Something bigger?

Erm, yeah. I mean, doesn't everyone?

Yeah.

What do you do then?

- Who me? - Yeah.

Oh, er, I'm an actor.

Amazing! That's amazing. What have I seen you in?

Probably things you wouldn't watch.

No porn then?

Ah! Ah... Sorry. Joke, joke! It was a joke.

Theatre or films?

I don't know. I just...

kind of like being anyone but myself really.

I've got an idea. Right.

Where are you getting off?

Erm, I think the next one.

Bugger.

Do you want to keep doing this?

Keep doing what?

Talking. And I owe you a drink, don't I?

- I... - I do.

I do owe you a pint.

But listen, I...

I'm going through some stuff.

And, no offence, it looks like you're going through it, too.

And I know a place not far from here.

It's dark, dingy. It's great! Well, it's not great, but, you know,

chicks love it and, you know, you can go there to...

- you know, seal the deal. - I'm gay, by the way.

That's cool, man. No, no, that's cool, that's cool.

Men probably love it, too. I do.

Look, drinking on my own was getting pretty depressing, okay?

Don't you have any friends of your own?

No. You?

I think I'm grown up enough to deal with my own shit by myself.

Look, I'm kind of scared of being on my own tonight.

Oh, not that. I owe you a drink, right?

A nice apology pint.

And then you know you can...

piss off.

I, erm... I'm not much of a talker.

Well, I'm not really a listener.

That a yes?

That's a yes. Perfect.

Right, a couple of stops we'll be there.

Thanks.

You should drink some water.

Mm-mm.

You should never mix your drinks. It's bad for your liver.

Ooh.

So... Hmm.

What... What... Where are you... What are you...?

Sorry, detect a bit of an accent, so I was wondering if...?

Er, yeah. No, I'm from Germany.

But I have lived here for four years now.

Sweet.

Sweet.

Erm. Sorry, erm, do you like, er...

Merkel? Merkel. Do you like Merkel?

Is that what you want to talk about?

Well, yeah. No, I mean, you know, she's a tough cookie, right?

A tough old nut. In a good way.

You know, she just had that, erm, bad reputation.

Bad reputation? Her?

What about you guys?

Did you vote for Brexit, Mr Reputable?

Fucking ow!

See, this is the problem, right?

Look, we just wanted to be the masters of our own fate, alright.

We didn't know about the implications.

No one fucking does. They still don't. Trying to sort it out, right?

And now, you know, you all see us like we're the fucking bad guys,

like, we're backstabbers, fucking Nazis or something.

Sorry, no offence.

Okay, why did you say no offence?

The fact I'm German doesn't mean...

I didn't mean... I know, I know. Just, right, let's... Boom!

Right, forget that.

I, erm, I'm trying to break the ice a little bit.

And I think I'm struggling. Erm, sorry.

- Sorry. - Yeah.

I'm sure it's hard to be alone with a gay guy from Nazi Land.

Come on. Like, you don't even... you don't even seem gay.

Oh, great. Thanks.

You neither.

What do you mean?

- I mean... - No, honestly, what do you mean?

No, I was just joking, relax.

I'm sure you meant it as a compliment.

But it's not like it's a skill or a talent.

Jesus.

See, that's me, right?

If life's an orchestra then I'm the guy playing the wrong note.

Okay, we agreed on one... pint.

No offence but...

beer is a carbonated beverage, and, er,

it loses its carbonation over time,

which in turn loses its flavour and...

the reason why I'm a quick drinker so if there is something you want to say?

Er, wow! Now you speak German.

Erm, look, I...

I just need to sort something, okay?

Wait. Where are you going?

Nowhere. Just the bathroom. It's my brother.

Erm, I need to sort something out.

And, erm, just slow down on the whole carbonation thing, okay?

You took your time.

My clad died.

Oh, shit. Wow, I am sorry.

Spare me the whole fucking shebang, mate.

You know, it's a week ago. I don't get a shit. I don't give a shit.

Which is a lie, obviously.

I do give a shit.

Look, the thing is, right, is that I've spent my whole life

trying to prove that son of a bitch wrong,

and... and he dies thinking that I'm worth, what?

Fucking nothing, you know?

And... and now it's too late. He's gone.

Fucking game over.

Well, that should ease the pressure at least.

What do you mean?

Well, my parents aren't dead, but they are far away.

Thank God they are far away.

To save myself the humiliation.

I can lie to them and tell them that I'm living a good life.

Oh?

I am, but...

Where should I start?

My bank card has just been rejected

and I can't pay for the box room where I live.

In a month's time I'll be homeless anyway.

What else? My acting career is at nothing.

And at the ripe old age of 29,

I am making coffees and cleaning stinky toilets.

And I started that today so I can't even claim some kind of expertise.

So...

Shit.

So, what? Are you giving up on acting, or what?

No, no, I had an audition yesterday,

and they offered me a deal.

Well, that's fucking great!

I mean... You fuck... What are you complaining about then?

This stuff never fucking happens to me, you know.

Like, I thought that inheriting my dad's money after, you know,

would mean that I could save my club.

But guess what?

He left it all to his last bitch, so...

I'm sure you'll find a way, too.

Yeah.

Maybe.

What if you need to do something bad to get what you want?

All I know is we are both behind schedule, so...

I guess, whatever it takes.

Yeah. Yeah.

Do you want another beer?

Does the Pope shit in the Vatican?

Yes, he does.

Thanks.

Same again.

I was so scared. I got the lines right, but...

my teacher comes over to me and he says that

she could not hear shit from her seat.

I cried so bad.

I'm so sorry, mate.

I hardly finished the play.

They recorded it. I've never watched it

because... I guess I'm still terrified of how bad I was.

It's like that tape is living proof I have no talent.

Why do you like acting so much then?

That's a good question.

Mm-hm. I don't fucking know!

Okay, I think it's because when you're a character in a story,

you get to live in the world where it has

a structured beginning, middle and end.

Every line means something.

Real life has no meaning.

Okay! I lied.

I know! I know, dick move,

but, right, this is the truth, okay? Honest truth.

I always wanted to play music.

Country music, to be exact.

It's just that I don't think I'm particularly gifted.

And, er, you know, my family

see me as like the laughing stock, anyway, you know?

And like people see me as like this lazy, privileged fuck-up.

And I don't really want them to see me as a joke as well.

You know what I mean?

And yet what I see there is a guitar.

I know, mate, I know. I know, ridiculous.

And there's an empty stage now.

I'm not doing that.

Come on, that band's never coming back.

You just want to take the piss out of me. I'm not fucking doing it.

- They'll be happy to have a volunteer. - No. It...

Fuck's sake.

- Ahh... - Just stretching.

Don't worry. We will find another stage.

Who's we?

♪ I looked in my hand, bleeding ♪

♪ From trying to keep... ♪

You know, erm,

ever since my dad,

I can't get this song out of my head.

It's, er, "Forever Young“, Bob Dylan.

Erm...

He taught me it.

I was really young. I don't remember him teaching me it,

except that he told me that he did.

Anyway, erm,

as a result it just, it feels like...

I've always sort of known it, you know?

Like it's... Like it's a part of me, like...

Like, it feels like it should have some meaning,

or like, I should have put some more meaning on it, you know,

or... or like, it's a part of me.

You know, like it's, like, maybe I should have done something with it.

Maybe it's my...

destiny.

No. No, no, no.

It's, erm, it's called apophenia.

Ah, exactly.

- You have no idea what it means. - I don't know what that...

No, no. Please, explain.

Okay, it's when we have the tendency

to perceive some deeper meaning or connection

between unrelated things.

We all look for signs.

And we all want to believe that the bad things happen for a reason.

And that at some point all of our suffering will pay off.

The truth of the matter is,

there is no big picture.

There is no pattern, no fate, no such thing as meaning.

Just... fortunate and unfortunate people.

You are a nerd.

Like, no, like you are a fucking nerd, actually.

- I'm sorry, it sounded very depressing. - Yes.

Very depressing. Too depressing, in fact.

But, erm, you know, I mean, you do have quite a smile for a depressing guy.

Sorry, I just, I...

Seems like you don't know that so I thought I should tell you.

- Maybe I... - It's fine. Sorry...

I think we should go now.

- Yeah. Sure. Yeah. - It's been a long day.

No, it's... That's...

That was fun, right? Right? It was good? Good fun.

I, erm, I'm leaving now.

Are you seriously leaving?

I am seriously leaving.

Right. Okay, that's fine. That's fine.

But can I just show you something first?

I... I will not murder you. That is a promise.

But after that you can, you know, bugger off or whatever.

Yeah?

Sweet. Right, this way.

Onwards!

Where the hell are we going?

Er, don't worry about that.

Erm, do you know about Ferdinand of Naples?

- Should I? - Yes, you absolutely should.

It's a story my mum used to tell me when I was little, right?

So Ferdinand of Naples was like this ruler.

Not a very good one, as it turned out.

Anyway, one day he's out at sea on, like, an excursion,

collecting gold or trolls or whatever.

Anyway, soon word arrives of a rebellion in his lands.

So he spins the ship around, heads on back home, right?

Gets there and he orders his men

to fire cannons upon the rebels to intimidate them.

His men don't. Do you know why?

They haven't got any cannons.

Is that it? Is there no bottom line?

Bottom...? Were you not fucking listening?

There's... Look...

Don't show off, if you haven't got what it takes.

- And your mother told you this story? - Yeah.

Yes.

Now, erm, I'm never going to play music in my life.

And that's fine. I'm over that, that's done. Whatever.

But...

I need to know,

and I kind of need someone to tell me...

if they think I would have had what it takes.

Okay?

So don't laugh.

Okay.

Sorry.

Cold.

Okay? Okay-

Fuck! Fuck!

Sorry.

Stupid... fucking stupid. Erm...

Fuck!

Fuck.

I can't do it.

And maybe you're right.

You know, maybe life does have no meaning

and I'm just a very dumb...

geezer.

But I don't know, right?

Like, I think that the only reason

that you can see the big picture in films

is because you can see the end, right?

Like in... in real life

you have no idea how your story is gonna end.

So how can you say that it lacks meaning, you know?

Like, take this moment. You and me, right now, here.

This could be another...

meaningless...

moment.

But I don't know. I don't know, like, who knows?

Maybe... Maybe one day,

we'll look back...

at these moments and...

it will be right there in front of us.

But we just couldn't see it...

Yet.

I don't like what's going on here.

Why? What's going on here?

Oh, come on.

No, what's going on here? Honestly, tell me, please.

Please, tell me, tell me. No, tell me, tell me.

I... I like talking to you, mate.

I like talking to you, too.

Alright, so why do you want to leave then?

- Eh? - Okay. Okay. I...

I have an idea. It's a dumb idea.

Perfect.

I've read this study once, okay?

And this guy basically says that human beings must spend

at least 200 hours together to establish a real bond.

Doesn't matter how powerful their connection is,

because it's all biodegradable within this range.

Biodegradable?

Shut up. Okay, I know.

But if this is true,

then we could consider these 200 hours as like a...

a safe zone.

When two strangers come together,

they'd be themselves completely,

without holding back.

Because there are no strings attached.

They'll never see each other again.

Like a one-night stand, just without the sex.

Like a sort of mental fuck.

I wouldn't put it that way.

More like a free therapy session.

200 hours is a very long therapy session.

- It's also a very long fuck. - Agreed.

So 1 suggest 8:00 am.

What happens at 8:00 a.m.?

I start my shift.

Your shift?

What barista-ing? The coffee shop?

You've got a fucking deal on the table!

I haven't signed it yet.

I have to decide by tomorrow morning.

And what's to decide?

So 8:00 a.m., is that a yes?

Yeah, alright.

Yeah. Sweet. That sounds good.

I do have a small request first. Erm...

I'm starving.

Right, so where do you want to go now?

"I don't know, but we got to go!"

Is that another quote?

Yeah! Jack Kerouac, “On the Road".

Wow. Trying to impress me now?

No I'm not trying to impress you. I've read a book.

One.

We're like Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady.

Two lost souls on a desperate search for meaning.

I'm not in a search for meaning.

Wrong. You just think it doesn't exist, which is different.

Didn't he die of a haemorrhage caused by heavy drinking?

Yeah. Whatever wanker...

How do you even know that?

Right, anyway, look, by the end of tonight, right,

we need to find meaning in our sad, desperate little lives.

Speak for yourself.

What, is that such a mad thing?

“The only people for me are the mad ones, who burn, burn.

Exploding like spiders across the stars."

- Have you read it? - No.

I was just trying to impress you. I know the quote.

Right.

Thank you.

♪ At least it's a start ♪

♪ At least it's a start ♪

Okay, name one person who believed life had meaning,

who didn't turn out to be depressed, angry, hateful, murderous...

Okay, okay, I get it.

That's not even... just... right. Hold this.

Thank you.

Now...

Look at that, old pound coin.

Now, the night my father died, I went to this place.

It's like, my special place that I go to to be alone,

strum a few notes, that kind of thing.

So, whatever.

Anyway, this particular night,

I go there and there's a really heavy fog.

It's quite late. No one around.

And I sit down.

I start to play and I get lost in it.

You know, just me, my guitar, my own thoughts, whatever.

But all of a sudden... bang!

This is thrown into my guitar case.

And I'm like, “What?"

So I'm there, looking at it...

in a trance.

When I look up...

it's too late.

All I see is the figure of a man

disappear into the fog.

Like a... Like a ghost.

I know, apo... apoconic.

- Apophenia. - Yeah. Exactly. Whatever.

It's a great story, but life plays these tricks on us sometimes.

Imagine life is a dodgy retail business.

Love it. Elaborate, please.

Example. You want to be happy with someone.

Life puts a price on it

and that's the unbearable pain of losing this someone at some point

because you either mess things up or...

this person dies eventually.

Unless you die first.

- Right? - But there's a catch.

Sometimes life sells you the package so well

that you invest in the package

because it looks like it's a done deal,

and then you get nothing in return.

I have a question. Who broke your heart?

No one.

No, please, just tell me, who broke your heart? Honestly. Honestly.

I don't do boyfriends! I tried, okay?

But now it's just me.

Me and my disposable moments of fun and...

it's okay, I love it.

I play sports socially without the worry of winning a competition.

I do a million things with random people I owe nothing to.

I go on an app and hook up with people

without the burden of whatever happens next.

And I'm happy with that, believe it or not.

Can you stop looking at me like this?

Like what? No, I'm not looking at you like anything.

Erm, you should know though,

you do talk quite a lot when you're nervous.

And it's...

Come on. I know where to go next. This way!

Okay.

Well, hurry up! I want to get across town.

I want to show you this place.

Wait, what? You want to go ghost hunting now?

Are you serious?

Okay, what if that figure that I was talking about was actually my dad?

- Great. - Do I mean that... I...

So you're serious? We might as well go graboid hunting while we are at it.

That'd be fun.

What's a gramboid?

Man, come on! It's Tremors!

By the way, I went to this '80s movie marathon

the other day at the Prince Charles and it was great!

Don't you think that everyone in the '80s dropped acid and made movies?

- It was inventive, creative... - Whoa, whoa. Shh-shh-shh.

I know that it's nonsense, like, objectively I know that's it's crazy,

the idea that your loved ones are watching you from, like, above.

Right? It's like where? How?

Like, are they watching you when you're wanking?

When you're shitting and all the stuff that you do in private on your own?

If you want to do something in life, do it.

You don't have to wait for life to give you a sign

or your dad's ghost to say he's okay with it.

Do it.

Ha! How? How?

Southern Mondays at Moonshine, the biggest country music saloon.

It's on tonight.

I don't know, mate, saloon sounds like it's taking the fucking piss.

It's not even far.

They have a stage, you can play, and it's your crowd.

By the way, I did two years business management.

My parents' choice. I hated it.

But maybe we could go there

and gather some info on, I don't know, how to open a music club?

You can play your music.

Oh, yeah. I can see my mum's reaction now.

"Do you want to see me working as a seamstress, Oliver!"

I love my club, I'm not gonna give it up.

But do you really though?

Are you just pissing around to fuck any possible chick

and all the other macho things you said before?

I mean, is that what you want?

Men in the window like a prostitute in Amsterdam?

Did you just call me a slut?

Come on, look at them.

They're the best pieces on the market.

And all they want is the whole world to wank them off.

But if you step back and look at them from another perspective,

what you'll see is a bunch of sad wankers.

Right, I only do press-ups in the morning, I swear.

Like Christian Bale in American Psycho?

Exactly, yeah. Same bod.

If that's the path you're on then, congratulations.

Come on. It's a full chicken house at 1:00 a.m.

- What... what are you doing? - Alright.

I've got a challenge for you, too.

You've got to fight back.

You clearly just endure these kinds of men.

Yeah, well, sorry I was bullied for pretty much all of my teenage years.

Exactly! Exactly. Right.

You act like you can't do anything about it.

Like it's your fucking existential condition.

Fuck it! Do to them what they do to you.

Go on!

Hey, you got the graboid's attention, that's it.

- Oh! - I think we should go now.

Yeah. Oh, yeah. No, he's... He's a...

I think we should go now.

We saw you sucking your cock in there, mate.

Hope it wasn't too salty... Fuck!

He was absolutely furious!

What?

Nothing. Your breath smells of alcohol.

That's fair enough.

I just realised,

I don't actually know your name.

I'm Oliver.

I'm... I'm Lukas.

Ahh. The force is strong with you, Luke.

No, man, I hate Star Wars.

It... it's sci-fi for dummies. And it's Lukas.

No one calls me Luke. I hate it.

Shh!

Oi, lad! I saw them going that way.

You two sulky bollocks can come out now.

Cheers, mate!

Wait, seriously?

I just saved your arse.

What? That was a joke.

Yeah. What, you want money or something?

He'll just use it for drugs.

- Fuck you! - Whoa! Wait. Fine.

Why don't we...? We'll take him with us.

Excuse me, what?

Yeah, we'll take him to the saloon thing.

Get him some food and that. It's Christmas!

Fine by me.

Can we not justify every bullshit thing with, "It's Christmas."

I hate it when people do this.

Fine. Absolutely valid. But is that a yes?

Sweet!

So I legged it from Liverpool.

Now I've just got to survive till I turn 16.

- You're 15? - Yeah.

That's fucking mental. What happens at 16?

I can live on my own, bro.

I don't want to go back into the system.

Get some other parents. I fucking hate parents.

Yeah, who fucking needs them?

All I want to do, yeah, is be my own.

I just want to drink bevvies, play footy,

shag some pussy. Do whatever the fuck I want with my life.

Yeah, right.

Sounds great, doesn't it, Luke?

Yeah. I think we're here.

Lighter?

Doesn't look very busy.

♪ I'm running up to that mountain top ♪

♪ I'm screaming why? ♪

♪ Now I know what the young lovers meant ♪

♪ When they begged the sun not to rise ♪

♪ Feels like we're building ice sculptures in July ♪

♪ Something beautiful, a victim of time ♪

♪ If you show up in my home town ♪

♪ Tell me to get in the car ♪

♪ I will have to say no... ♪

This fella here wants to sing.

This fella can just fuck off.

Hi. Good evening, sir.

He just wants to play one song. Promise.

Yeah, er, Ebenezer here wants me to sing.

He enjoys humiliating me, so... Ow!

Just one song, please.

Well, why would I let him do that?

Erm, well, because it's...

it's Christmas.

Next Monday,

they'll be building one of these stupid,

fancy cafés here.

Everyone will be happy,

and no one will give a fuck about us.

Let me and this place die in peace.

Any help at all?

What makes you think I could?

He wouldn't even let his daughter have a life

'cause she's doomed to look after his grumpy arse.

Look, only Jesus could make him change his mind,

and believe me, I wish you were Jesus.

It would make my relationship with him a lot less pathetic.

Well, you know, I, erm...

I could do some magic sometimes, too.

Yeah?

Well, why don't you start by getting the fuck out of here then?

That's fair enough, yeah.

Should we go somewhere else then?

Yeah. Guess so.

Hold on. Wait.

Erm...

Did you find it?

Your West Virginia?

What the fuck are you talking about?

Well, it's John Denver, right?

"Take Me Home, Country Roads."

Taffy Nivert and Bill Danoff wrote the song for John Denver in 1971.

It's about West Virginia,

but they wrote it on the way to Maryland for a reunion.

None of them had actually been to West Virginia.

It wasn't real.

An idea, you know?

Like a place to which you belong which keeps calling your name.

Look, we're not dicks. I mean, they're not.

I can't speak for the kid, actually.

- Oi! - Just...

We're looking for our West Virginia.

And... we found you along the road.

Emma!

Get the bourbon.

Wicked.

And I am the nerd?

Thank you.

Erm, hi, so thanks for joining us tonight, folks.

As you know, tonight is our last night.

Okay, game on. Are you ready?

What if I don't have cannons?

What?

Ferdinand of Naples.

It's the stupidest story I've ever heard, okay?

Shut up and go for it. Go, Oliver.

Let's give this place the end it deserves.

That's... Sorry.

Come on, you dirt bag!

Yeah, alright!

Sorry. Erm...

Actually, erm... Look, I, erm...

I want to say something first.

I probably won't do this again...

despite it being what I love.

All what I want to do. Erm...

And I could blame so many things.

Truth is, I'm weak.

But, you know, I want to say, what the fuck is wrong with that?

You know?

I mean, since you're kids, you're literally...

you're measured by numbers,

reports and... and grades and salaries.

They say you have to... you have to be something.

You have to be someone. You have to be the best.

And you can't be, be weak or fragile.

You have to be smart and strong

and you have to fight if you want to achieve anything in this life,

and I'm like, wait a minute!

What the fuck? Why?

Who says I need to achieve anything in the first place?

You know?

Why can't I just be me?

I'm trying to be me for a night.

And I'm so brainwashed that it's...

fucking terrifying.

So I'm just happy I'm not alone.

♪ I made a song of my heart ♪

♪ Locked it away ♪

♪ Set it apart ♪

♪ Built all these walls up around ♪

♪ And waited for you ♪

♪ To tumble them down ♪

♪ Now I'm all out at sea ♪

♪ With these dark clouds ♪

♪ Over me ♪

♪ And your love is the one thing ♪

♪ That I need ♪

♪ Sing me to sleep ♪

♪ Keep me alive ♪

♪ Weave me a dream, yeah ♪

♪ Hang from the night ♪

♪ Read me a story ♪

♪ It's alright ♪

♪ Meet me in fairytales and lullabies ♪

♪ Sing to me ♪

♪ Make everything right ♪

♪ Meet me in fairytales and lullabies ♪

♪ Oooh ♪

♪ I'm all out at sea ♪

♪ With these dark clouds over me ♪

♪ And your love is the one thing ♪

♪ That I need ♪

♪ Sing me to sleep ♪

♪ Feed me your light ♪

♪ Weave me a dream and hang from the night ♪

♪ Tell me your story ♪

♪ It's alright ♪

♪ Meet me in fairytales and lullabies ♪

♪ Sing to me ♪

♪ Make everything right ♪

♪ Meet me in fairytales and lullabies ♪

♪ Oooh, oooh ♪

Ah! Ow! When you're 16!

Fuck you!

You let me smoke a bloody bifter a few minutes ago!

But I was a different man then, wasn't I?

It was before my performance.

Can I have my fucking cigarettes back, please?

Thank you. And lighter. Lovely.

I don't want some sodding water.

I know, I know.

But, you know, if you're not going to drink it,

then, wash up, you stinky little shit.

Eh... are you happy, son?

Honestly, I have never felt like this.

Well, that's the problem with you young people.

You... You want to show everyone you're happy.

You don't even try to be happy.

Ignore him, please.

No, no. Do you know what? He's... He's bloody right.

He's right. Look at this, right.

I can show you I'm bloody rich, right? Look at that.

Truth is. Skint, mate.

The nightclub scene has lost around, what?

200 million the last five years.

But no one gives a flying fuck.

You know people do socials

to pretend that they are actually experiencing something.

That they're making a connection, but we're just numbing ourselves.

Well, the truth is, you have too much freedom.

It's turned you into an insecure bunch of pricks

with nowhere to go.

Exactly.

And I guess that is all our fault as well.

Maybe we have nowhere to go because there is nowhere to go.

There is a chance that we are the last breath of the human race

because of the fucked-up world you pricks created.

And now we are left figuring out what a million years of evolution were for.

Oh, but maybe you can tell us. Hm?

So why don't you tell us, wise man?

What was it all for?

Luke, what the fuck?

I don't know.

Yeah, I thought so.

I'll tell you something, though.

My wife, she had these pure, gentle eyes

constantly wide open towards this chaos we're living in.

And, unlike you or me, she never questioned it.

She just lived this chaos

with all the tenacity

and beauty of a flickering flash of light

in an ocean of silent darkness.

She was... pure joy.

And then one morning, a day just like any other,

I woke up and, er, she... she was gone.

Right beside me.

And I remember thinking, what was it all for?

I mean, she died.

Now this place has died. I'll be next.

And, yes, all that joy, that pain,

and all that hard work will be for nothing.

It'll be like I never existed.

But maybe it'll mean something to her.

Because all you can do eventually, son, is give yourself to someone else.

And so we live forever.

Like a flickering spark of light...

for someone else's darkness.

To love.

- To love. - To love.

Keep it going-

That's the one. Perfect.

♪ We're on the road to sweet Athy Huroo, huroo ♪

♪ We're on the road to sweet Athy Huroo, huroo ♪

♪ We're on the road to sweet Athy ♪

♪ A stick in the eye, a thumb in the... ♪

♪ Your guns and drums and drums and guns ♪

♪ Huroo, huroo... ♪

Thank you for tonight.

Haven't seen Dad like that in ages.

So you don't want to come with us?

And what? And look for West Virginia?

It can wait for another night.

I thought you were tired of dealing with his grumpy arse.

I could ask you the same thing.

I'm aware we're talking about a very different arse, but...

I met him just a few hours ago.

Hmm.

And yet, I think he really wants to help you find your West Virginia.

I know where I'm going.

He just needed someone to give him a chance.

Who's got my wallet?

That little prick stole my wallet!

Maybe he still does.

Luke!

Ow! Luke, he's got my wallet!

Fuck.

- Can I say something? - Please.

I don't know if meaning exists,

but I definitely think karma is a thing.

You know what, you know what, actually, what you said back there is-is-is right.

There's just so many children. It's a fucking travesty.

There's too many. Full!

That is not exactly what I said.

It's pretty much what you said.

Come here. Jesus!

You know, it's statistically proven

that smokers have a tendency to self-destruct.

Really? —Mm—hm.

You know, I've often thought about the dinosaurs, right?

Now, if someone had told them

that a big old asteroid was going to hit the Earth

and decimate their whole species,

would they have tried to save themselves?

I think no, I think they would have gone,

"Absolutely fuck that. I'm off."

I feel like I've been avoiding asteroids my whole life.

What the fuck are you doing? Are you praying?

Oh, yeah. Yes.

I'm praying for an asteroid to decimate me.

I only pray when I need help.

Which is not very religious. It's just very convenient.

You've never asked for help?

Well, the last time I did I met a guy.

What the fuck is going on?

Alright. Do you want to check it out?

Maybe they saw a ghost, too.

So what happened with this guy then?

I really thought he was the one.

We took things slowly,

and then we decided to have our first night together.

I mean, just sleeping next to each other.

After that, er, he just ghosted me.

Then, after months of toxic stalking,

he finally revealed why he dumped me.

Why?

Because I snore.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

He seriously dumped you because you snore?

Errol yep'

That's why I don't pray to God or anyone anymore.

I do sometimes still ask why.

You want to go in?

Escape reality?

Escape this fucking rain.

♪ The sound of love ♪

What is this, like, some kind of cult?

No, it's one of the places where you can't hear music

unless you listen to it on the headphones. It's weird.

Then why are we whispering?

That's such a good point.

Which one of you crackpots wants to give me a blowjob?

Shh!

See. The world's gone quieter,

but if you scream no one hears you.

Go on then.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry... Thank you.

I just... I don't get people, mate.

They give up on you on the first imperfection,

and it's just too much pressure, mate!

And that's just like the first stage of intimacy, you know?

Are there other stages?

Yes. I'm glad you asked.

Now, everyone sees intimacy, right,

as this big, like, philosophical question, but it's not.

Do you know what true intimacy is?

When you can take a shit with the other person right next to you.

I'm serious! I'm serious, right.

There was this time I was staying at this... this chick's house, right?

This small studio flat.

And I just... I couldn't find a moment, right?

I was terrified to.

I was so bloated I felt like I was gonna give birth to twins.

I didn't, though.

It's when you can take a shit.

No matter the smell, the farts, or the smell of those farts.

That is true intimacy.

I still believe it was an excuse, though.

He knew I wanted something serious, but he didn't.

And he made me believe it until we had fun.

Whoo!

So, do you want to embrace reality, Oliver?

What, this shit?

No! I'm not going to do this.

This isn't clubbing. This isn't even a club!

Don't even try and call it a club.

They started this to deal with noise complaints, then it became a “thing...

Do you really want to?

I think we can go now.

♪ You're pulling me closer and I'm falling after ♪

♪ We're lost in the moment of holding each other ♪

♪ Your touch, your mouth, your lips ♪

♪ I don't know what this is ♪

♪ Still moving closer and taking me up there ♪

♪ I wanna... ♪

What does that sign mean?

I keep bumping into them.

"Take Courage"?

It's, erm... It's just wordplay, I think.

John Courage is like the owner of a big brewery or something.

That's all?

I thought it was something more meaningful.

Yeah, well,

nothing means anything until it does, right?

Look, I need to ask you.

Have you ever, you know?

You know what I mean?

I just feel like maybe we should talk about the elephant in the room.

Elephant?

I don't see an elephant, I see a great big fucking blue whale.

It's fine, seriously.

I'm not a child.

I don't romanticise things anymore.

Before I'd be so desperate that I'd meet someone and, bang...

I would picture a happy future with them in my head,

like immediately.

Or if I dated someone closeted,

in my head, he would just come up with some big epic speech.

Look, what I'm saying is that

it's okay if you feel like pushing me away.

It's not fine.

Of course it's not fine. It's...

It's wrong.

It's cruel.

Yeah.

But this isn't real though, is it?

You're only being yourself because, you know, at 8:00 a.m.

we both go back to our lives.

It's okay.

It means this experiment worked.

Then come home with me?

What?

I'm serious. I'm serious. Come home with me.

Fuck it. Fuck the rules, Luke.

Fuck whatever happens next, let's...

Let's give it a shot.

You and me.

Listen... I... I'm not in the mood to have sex.

Ah. Wh... Whoa! Where's this come...? I don't want to...

I was even thinking about sex.

No, I was...

You know, I thought that maybe, you know,

we could watch Tremors together.

Would that be okay?

Watch Tremors? Like the whole saga.

Like one to two million or whatever.

Only the first two are good.

Okay, well, first two, it is then. Is that a yes?

Sweet, sweet.

Although I should, erm,

probably let you know, erm, I wasn't going to tell you, but...

Apparently, I snore.

I know. And I didn't know until this chick recorded me.

Honestly, it was fucking philharmonic mental.

♪ 'Cause this world is weighing heavy on my mind ♪

♪ Just need to get through the night ♪

♪ So hold me up with wine ♪

♪ Oh, I just need you... ♪

- You that cold? Honestly. Right. - Yeah?

Here, hold that.

Put that on.

Oh.

Erm, do you want anything?

I'm just going to... Er, yeah.

Hey. You're not cold?

Erm, I just need to make a stop first.

Where are we going?

Erm, yeah. I just need to sort something out,

erm, just for the club thing, and then we'll go home, right?

You look knackered.

Look, I need to ask you.

Yeah. Look, can we just, er, not.

Look, I'll be right back, okay?

And then... And then, erm, you know, we'll just...

I'll be like two seconds, alright?

Can you hold that?

Yeah? Okay.

Just stay here. Yeah?

You know nothing. You know nothing!

Shall we go? Thanks.

Was that your girlfriend?

No, it wasn't.

Look, I told you to stay here.

She seemed upset.

Yeah, well, no doubt. I woke her up at four in the morning.

Can we go?

I don't know, I...

I kind of think you should have mentioned it.

Why should I?

I don't owe you anything, okay?

I don't owe you an explanation, okay?

I don't owe you fucking shit!

- Well, you kind of do. - Why?

Because you just invited me over!

And before that, when we first met, you said,

you might have to do something bad to get what you want.

So, yeah, I think maybe we should talk about it.

Okay.

Fine. Yeah.

Look, all I ever wanted in my life...

was to be something.

And I fucked that up.

And when I found out my dad was going to leave me...

nothing,

I thought that I was done.

One of my friends owns another club,

and he works with these...

erm...

these people...

who help venues which, you know, are behind on rents

or aren't making a profit or...

Anyway, erm, for a... for a fee,

they bring in their staff...

to do security.

And...

deal.

And I agreed to let minors in so that I could...

make money off of them.

That woman that you saw me with...

She's my dad's wife.

Widow, I guess.

She came to my house this morning,

offering me money.

And I was so fucked up...

that I snapped.

I said to her,

I said one day I was going to prove to her

and everyone who the fucking man was!

And then I went out,

and I beat the shit out of a tree.

I never nailed that audition.

I failed it.

My first shift today was a mess.

I couldn't do anything right.

They yelled at me.

I spilled this big cup of boiling water on my hand, and I...

I got this burn.

So I was sent home.

That's when I got this call.

There was this big agent at my last audition.

He said that he wanted to talk to me.

I didn't even blink.

It was like all the pieces were finally coming together.

I believed it, Oliver, like you said.

I did. I believed it was a sign.

A sign from... who? What did he want from you?

He said that he could open doors for me that... I never could.

That he could make me someone.

I'm just tired of being invisible, Oliver.

Did he hurt you? Did...

I agreed to that.

He asked.

I was jumping off a bridge before I met you, Oliver.

Now I feel like I can bear it.

You know, eventually he'll grow tired of me.

Listen to me, Luke.

Yesterday,

I got fucked up out of my brain

largely because...

Largely because I didn't want to wake up again.

I'm unstable, Luke.

I haven't the guts to jump off a bridge.

Shall we go?

Maybe you were right.

Maybe it's a bad idea.

Stick to the plan.

Come here, you little prick!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - What the fuck are you doing?

This little prick just tried to steal my wallet, the fucking scumbag.

He's just a kid, man.

He's no kid. He's a fucking thief.

What the hell's going on?

Getting the shit kicked out of me by this dickhead.

Oh, hang on. What, you all know each other?

- Yeah, he's... Yeah. - He's our cousin.

Okay.

What's his name then?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's just calm down, okay?

Now, listen, you're upset, and that's fine.

And you're drunk and that's fine, too.

But... but look, it's all good, right?

You got your wallet back, right?

And... and you've broken his nose. He's learned his lesson.

So how about you just, you let...

- Daniel! - Danny boy, go? Yeah?

Look, he is better off dead.

He's useless.

See, we pay for shits like him.

They're just unfortunate people, man.

And then there's foreigners

that think they can come to my country and tell me how to behave.

Do you know Ferdinand of Naples?

No fucking clue.

Let me tell you about him.

He was a ruler, a king, an Italian king, I think?

Yeah. Naples. Can we...

Anyway, he was sailing through his kingdom

when rumours spread of a revolution.

So on his return, he ordered his men to fire the cannons,

you know, to announce his arrival, to scare those people.

But the soldiers don't do it.

And when he asks them why, they say, well, we have no cannons.

I mean, what the fuck are you going on about?

It means, he didn't have what it takes.

And even Ferdinand of Naples in his expensive, shiny armour...

Huh?

When you really look at him,

all you see is a sodding dead weight.

- Aaagh! - Jesus, Luke, what you doing?!

Shit!

What? You told me to stop enduring these people.

I didn't mean that. Christ!

- Jesus Christ! - We should go.

Yes, we should fucking go.

- Aaagh! - Danny, stop it, idiot!

Give me my wallet back as well.

That's amazing!

Fuck!

Ow!

Ow.

Oh, fuck you!

Put them back in.

I think she got to me brain.

Didn't realise you had one.

I hate you.

No, you don't.

No, you don't. Otherwise you wouldn't be following us, would you?

I wasn't.

So it was a coincidence we found you then, was it?

Whatever.

Look, I'll let them check on me, but then I'm gone.

Why? They are going to help you.

I don't want help, you gobshite!

They'll put me back in the fucking system.

I want to be on me own.

Why don't you teach me how to play?

I could earn a living busking.

You'd need a lot of practice.

And a licence and talent.

You're a poof, aren't you?

What does that mean?

A faggot.

I need to know in case I need to watch me arse.

Luke, wait!

You Okay?

Yeah. It's fine.

You sure?

Yeah, what? You think I can't handle a stupid kid?

A little bit, yeah.

I guess.

You know, he only wants you for your money.

Probably to buy some drugs.

Funny thing,

he doesn't know he can get it straight from you.

And I wonder when they find him dead on the street,

if you had any part.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Me, too.

- I'LL be back in a minute. - Wait, Luke.

Fuck!

Can you fucking stop?

You'll break it.

Do you actually want to learn?

Yeah.

Did you find him?

No.

He's gone.

Well, just call him then?

I haven't got his fucking number.

Look“.

I think me nose is fine.

Shall we just cut this shit and get out?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So, you don't have his number, you don't know where he lives.

You don't know where he works.

I told you I met him tonight.

Luke!

Hey, bender!

Hey, cut that shit out!

- It was just a joke. - I don't give a fuck if it was, okay?

You know nothing about him. Clear?

- Luke. - Sorry.

What is this place?

What I was going to take Luke to see.

Silly, really.

I don't know. Means quite a lot to me.

I used to come here and play guitar as a kid.

I'm surprised you're still alive.

Yeah, there was definitely some booky moments.

I used to sneak out and not tell anyone I was coming.

And do what?

You know? All sorts. Start fires.

Gaze at the stars.

Play a few chords.

Be on my own.

Maybe some people are better off on their own.

I, erm...

I've gotta go, lad.

I need to find my West Virginia, yeah?

But, errn!

If I could give you a bit of advice?

Go out there and find him.

I think sometimes people think they're better off alone,

but, erm...

maybe they just run away and hide because...

they need someone to find them.

And, erm, when you do find him,

tell him I'm sorry, yeah?

I was a dick...

I guess.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Very astute.

And if I can give you one piece of advice.

If you ever find yourself stuck,

or at a loose end or whatever... Here.

Delirium. That's my club, alright?

Well, it's a club right now. Might be something else someday.

Ah! Actually.

Take those back.

I'm a man now.

You're something.

What's this?

It's, er...

apophenia, or something.

Keep it.

It can be anything you want.

Also...

Spend it wisely.

Alright, alright!

I'll see you around, lad.

Shit, Shit, shit, shit, Shit.

I wouldn't.

How did you...?

What are you doing here?

What the fuck are you doing here?

I was just...

thinking.

Okay.

Would you mind thinking a couple of steps back from the edge, please?

Why don't you just leave me the fuck alone!?

This is just some game for you, isn't it?

A fun little experiment?

Some people can't afford games, Oliver.

You were right, you know.

You're lucky you were born rich,

because no matter what happens to you,

you will always land on your feet.

What? What?

Listen to me. Look at me. Look at me, Luke!

If you need to hate me, then that's fine, mate, fucking fine.

Whatever.

But do you really think it's about money?

Do you?

Sure it helps, of course it fucking does!

But if you think at the end of the day, I would be any less broken or lost,

or fucking scared, then you're wrong!

Am I so different from you?

Am I?

Because the way I see it, we're all pretty fucking similar.

Every fucking one of us, pretty fucking similar.

But we all need fucking therapists

because we don't know how to talk to each other anymore!

We chase things we made up

because it all feels so much fucking bigger than us.

I used to go clubbing because I needed to be part of something.

Something real, something fucking tangible.

Because all of it is bullshit.

This. Everything!

It's fucking bullshit!

But this isn't bullshit!

You and me, right here, right now.

So, no, you don't get to walk away from me.

Not until 8:00 a.m.

And not because you need to fucking hate me, okay?

Fuck!

I never said I hated you.

And you're full of fucking bullshit, aren't you?

You're unbelievable.

What?

Over there it's... it's where I work.

Oh.

Do you think...

maybe we could, erm...

you know?

Oh...

I don't think it's a good idea.

You're not alone...

Lukas.

Sometimes it feels like we are, but we're not.

And if you reach out...

then I'm sure someone much less stupid than me will grab your hand.

Don't shut yourself out, okay?

Okay?

Okay.

Good luck, Oliver.

Good luck, Lukas.

Okay.

You know, I was, erm, I was walking home earlier...

and everything started spinning.

You know, when, like, you stand up

and the universe feels like it's sort of fluttering around.

Like a hangover?

Yes, but no.

Suddenly, I have this thought.

The universe is endless.

And I'm there thinking, okay, how?

You know, nothing can be endless, right?

It's impossible.

Like, they say, the universe is expanding.

Okay, fine, I'll buy it.

How? What? Where?

You know, like if something's expanding,

then the universe has to have something to expand into.

Do you know what I mean?

Mm-hmm.

Erm, just remind me of this conversation the next time you want to get wasted.

And then I had another thought.

It's the same with the birth of the universe.

Well, think... think about it, right? Like, what creates the universe?

The Big Bang, right? Okay.

What created the Big Bang?

Let's say it's two atoms.

I mean, I don't really know the science behind it.

I'm not sure anyone really does.

Let's say it's two atoms.

Bang together, the Big Bang. Right. Fine.

What created the two atoms?

And what created... what created the two atoms?

Do you see where I'm going? Right?

You can drone on about it for ages.

It's... It's impossible. You could never know.

It's... it's too big.

It's inconceivable.

And what's your conclusion?

My conclusion is,

that we are a fucking miracle.

And it's frightening, you know?

It's... it's terrifying.

We are such a tiny fraction of space

and time in this giant fucking nonsense.

And we wander around

trying to give meaning to it all,

when in fact, maybe,

it's the other way around.

Maybe it's life that gives meaning to us.

I, erm... I have to get back to work.

Are you joking?

No.

I just gave you a damn good speech and... and what?

You want to get back to work?

That's crazy. That's literally everyone on Earth, isn't it?

All they talk is of profound and beautiful symbols, the meaning of life,

and all they can say is, "I have to get back to fucking work."

You have all of your life...

♪ Standing on the edge ♪

♪ Rain cries down ♪

♪ Dirty, silver waters ♪

♪ In the waves I want to drown ♪

♪ Smoke rises, shiverin' ♪

♪ Drinks spilling on the floor ♪

♪ In the night, lights a-flickering ♪

♪ From a buzz full of words ♪

♪ Oh, now, how our words ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm chasing ♪

♪ You on a winter's night ♪

♪ Knowing my coat doesn't warm me up this time ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm crossing these roads by your side ♪

♪ I didn't expect ♪

♪ We'd make it till sunrise ♪

♪ Dancing in the silence ♪

♪ The word has gone quiet ♪

♪ In the dark we can be innocent ♪

I So why don't we try it? ♪

♪ There's no meaning ♪

♪ If we don't roll the dice ♪

♪ Like he's already free ♪

♪ So why don't we try? ♪

♪ So why don't we try? ♪

♪ So why don't we try? ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm chasing you on a winter's night ♪

♪ Knowing my coat doesn't warm me up this time ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm crossing these roads by your side ♪

♪ I didn't expect ♪

♪ We'd make it to sunrise ♪

♪ I tried ♪

♪ To find ♪

♪ Now I'm chasing you on a winter's night ♪

♪ Knowing my coat doesn't warm me at this time ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm crossing these roads by your side ♪

♪ I didn't expect ♪

♪ We'd make it to sunrise ♪

♪ I'm chasing you on a winter's night ♪

♪ Knowing my coat doesn't warm me up this time ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm crossing these roads by your side ♪

♪ I didn't expect ♪

♪ We'd make it to sunrise ♪