I'm not ashamed. I've known love.
I've known rejection.
I'm not afraid to declare my feelings.
Take trust, for instance, or friendship.|These are the important things in life.
These are the things that matter,|that help you on your way.
If you can't trust your friends,|well what then? What then?
This could have been any city.
They're all the same.
Hello. I've come about the room.
- So what's his name?|- I don't know. Campbell or something.
- Cameron.|- Cameron? Really?
That's right.
What?
- Are you comfortable?|- Yes, thanks.
- Have you seen the flat?|- Yes.
- And you like it?|- Yes, it's great.
We all like it. The room's nice,|too, don't you think?
Spacious, bright, all that sort of stuff,|all that sort of crap.
Well, yes.
So tell me, cos I'd like to know,|what on earth could make you think...
.. we'd want to share this flat|with someone like you?
My first impression is that you have none|of the qualities we seek from a flatmate.
I'm talking about things like presence,|charisma, style and charm.
I don't think we're asking too much,|or being unreasonable.
Take David here. An accountant|he may be, but at least he tries hard.
Trouble is, I just don't think you're trying.
Hey, Cameron, I mean this. Good luck.
- Just a few questions.|- What about your hobbies?
- Why do you want a room here?|- Do you smoke?
When you sacrifice a goat and rip|its heart out, do you summon hellfire?
It's a straightforward question.|Either you're divorced or you're not.
- Or do you just send out for a pizza?|- Do a little freebase, maybe?
How do you decide|which shade of black to wear?
OK, I'm going to play you|just a few seconds of this tape.
Name the song, the lead singer,...
...and three hit singles subsequently|recorded by him with another band.
Let me get this straight.|This affair that you're "not" having,...
.. is it not with a man|or not with a woman?
Turning very briefly|to corporate financing...
No, this is important. Leveraged buyouts:|a good or a bad thing?
When did anyone last|say to you these exact words:
"You are the sunshine of my life"?
And how would you react, then,|if I told you I was the Antichrist?
Do you like my picture?
Defeat. Defeat. Defeat.
Sporting, personal, financial,|professional, sexual and everything.
Next.
- Did you know that...?|- Alex. Just serve.
Anyway, I wasn't tryin' to win. I|don't want to devalue your victory, Juliet.
- I wasn't tryin' to win.|- Victory's the same as defeat.
It's giving in to destructive urges.
Did you learn that in|your psychotherapy group?
- Discussion group.|- I thought you'd stopped going.
He had too many of those urges.|You of all people should know about that.
God, you two are sensitive.
All I'm doing is implying some|kind of ugly, sordid, sexual liaison.
- I'd be proud of that.|- Maybe you should go.
- You'll meet someone wonderful.|- For my life?
- A discussion group? I think not.|- For the flat.
No, it'd be someone like him,|and one's enough, thank you very much.
What about that girl? That friend of yours,|the one that came round. I liked her.
We had something. She could have|moved in. We had chemistry.
- She hated you...|- She had problems.
.. more than anyone|she had ever met in her entire life.
Like they say, you know, she's|got to want to change, hasn't she?
- You must be Hugo.|- And you must be Juliet.
- Would you like to come in?|- I'd be delighted.
- What do you do?|- I've been away for a while.
Travelling. And now I'm writing a novel.
Oh.
- What's it about?|- It's actually about a priest who dies.
I see.
Maybe you're right. Maybe|I ought to change it. You're right.
I mean, who wants to read|another story about a dead priest?
In fact, it's about another guy,|he's not a priest, and he lives.
He doesn't die. See? It's better already.
- Writing seems easy.|- It's a breeze. No problem.
Do you think you could answer that?
- What, the telephone?|- But... if it's for me, I'm not here.
Right. You're not here.
OK.
Hello?
Yes, it is, yes. Who's calling, please?
Well, I'm sorry, but she's not...|she's not in right now.
No, I've got absolutely no idea.
Would you like to leave a message?
OK. Goodbye.
That was, um... a guy called Brian.
- Did he sound upset?|- A little bit, yeah.
- Is that good or bad?|- It's an improvement.
Shall I get the phone?
Just leave it. He knows I'm probably|at home. I'm working nights this week.
- You're working nights?|- I'm a doctor.
Ah.
- And he's a patient?|- No, but he needs treatment.
- For what?|- A certain weakness.
- The human condition.|- Oh. You know about it.
- Well, I write about it.|- And that's not the same thing?
No. I'm like all novelists -|on a search of the self.
Has he tried|down the back of the fridge?
He seemed like a nice guy, Alex.
I'm not saying|he didn't seem like a nice guy.
I just said it's a bit strange,|this search of the self or whatever.
He didn't seem strange, Alex.
He seemed... you know,...
...interesting.|- Interesting?
Interesting.
Hello? No, she's not in.
I don't know. I've no idea.
- Who was it?|- I don't know. He sounded Swedish.
- Do you know any Swedish men?|- No.
Maybe it was just the emotion.
- What do you think?|- About what?
- About this Hugo person.|- I don't have the time.
- I'm just asking what you think.|- I don't care, so long as he's not a freak.
David. It's your mother's|handwriting. I didn't open it.
I don't like reading about|your father's constipation.
- So we'll meet him, then?|- What?
Yeah, yeah, whatever. I tell you, every|letter this guy writes you is the same.
They all begin like true love|and descend into open pornography.
"I dream of your thighs, the touch of|your white skin leading me in desire,...
.. while I, aroused and inflamed... "|Aroused and inflamed?
He even signs them in his own name.
I'd sign someone else's. I'd sign his name.|If I wrote them, that is, which I don't.
Interesting. That's what she said.
Interesting. You see,|that's why you're here.
I don't usually meet people,|unless I already know them.
- I see.|- People can be so cruel.
So, um...
.. well, we think it's fine.
Ah. So, I can have the room?
- Yes, you can have the room.|- I'm not usually drunk.
- Not usually this drunk.|- Only on expenses.
He's going to tell you|he could have been someone.
Instead of what he is, which is|the man we know and love.
.. tired out, empty shell of a...|Know and love?
- I think you're lying.|- You're right.
- You see? They don't really know me.|- No, Alex. We don't really love you.
Can you afford this place?
Oh, yeah.
- Can I ask you a question?|- Certainly.
Have you ever killed a man?
No.
That's fair enough, then.
Well, it certainly smells like the real thing.
Rangers have made a few|dramatic comebacks this season.
But they'll really have to|draw on all of their resources.
- Have you seen Hugo?|- No.
Any idea which channel he's on?
.. the High Court in Edinburgh.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
No, she's not in.
- Have you seen him?|- I don't have the time.
- Yes or no? David, yes or...?|- No!
- David hasn't seen him either.|- So I gathered.
- Maybe he didn't like us.|- David?
- No, Hugo.|- His car's still there.
- He's got a car?|- Yeah. What's wrong with that?
- What sort of car?|- I don't know, Alex. I'm just a girl.
I'll ask you once more. What sort of car?
A blue one, OK? And it's still there.
Hugo, I'm sorry about this,|but can you open your door?
It's us, your flatmates and companions,|your new-found friends.
- He's not there. I can't see him at all.|- Maybe he's in the wardrobe.
Of course he's not|in the bloody wardrobe.
- It's a joke, Alex.|- I think he probably left.
- We'll probably never see him again.|- Alex, the key is on the other side.
- So?|- Open it.
You want me to kick this in? Now?
- Yeah.|- OK, no problem.
Do you want a go?
OK, you size that up.
- Is this what they always look like?|- Yes.
- Wonder how he did it.|- Did what?
Killed himself.|I presume that's what's happened.
What do you think?
- Alex!|- What? What's wrong?
- What are you doing?|- Looking.
- Don't.|- Don't look?
- No.|- Why not?
What's wrong? Don't you|wonder what he died from?
No. The guy's dead.|What more do you need?
It's not every day|I find a story in my own flat.
It's not a story, Alex, it's a corpse.
I've never seen a dead body before.
I saw my grandmother, of course,|but I don't suppose that counts.
She was alive at the time.
Can I show you something?
Emergency. Which service?
Emergency. Which...?
- No.|- Just think about it.
- No.|- Come on, David.
- No.|- Juliet?
- No, Alex. It's...|- It's what?
- Unfeasible.|- Is that all?
- You mean immoral.|- I know what I mean.
- I'm only asking you to think about it.|- It's a sick idea, Alex. It's sick.
But don't tell me you're not tempted.|Don't tell me you're not interested.
- I know you well enough.|- You think so?
Go ahead, then. Telephone.
Telephone the police.
Go ahead. No one's gonna|stand in your way.
Telephone them. Tell them.
Tell them there's a suitcase full|of money, and you don't want it.
# My baby don't care for shows
# My baby don't care for clothes
# My baby just cares for me
# My baby don't care for
# Cars and races
# My baby don't care for
# High-tone places
# Liz Taylor is not his style
Was there a pet|in the house? Yeah, a pet.
You know, like a dog or a budgie|or a gerbil or something?
What I need here is "PC Plod saves Harry|the Hamster from house of horror".
All right. Well, that's a pity.|You see, no pets - no human angle.
# My baby just cares for me
- Hi, there. What happened to that guy?|- What guy?
That guy. The one that died.
- Died?|- That one last week.
- Here?|- Yes, here. Where else?
Oh, him. Well, he died.
That's what I thought.
Hello? Have you got room|for an overnighter?
# My baby don't care
# For cars and races
# Baby don't care for
# He don't care for high-tone places
# And Liz Taylor is not his style
- He's still here?|- Yeah, he couldn't get his car started.
When are you gonna let the police know?
You phone them if you want, David.
- What about you?|- I'm getting used to having him around.
# With baby
# My baby just cares for
# My baby just cares for
# My baby just cares for me #
What is it we do here, David?
- Sorry?|- Here.
- Right here?|- In this firm.
- Well, it's a wide range of...|- Accounting, David.
Chartered accounting is of ten sneered at.|Were you aware of that?
- Not any real sneering as such, no.|- There's a whole wide world out there,...
.. and it all needs to be|accounted for, does it not?
- Well, I...|- They sneer, do they not?
- I'm not sure.|- It's unfashionable.
But yes, we're methodical,|yes, we're diligent, yes, we're serious.
And where's the crime in that?|Why not shout it from the rooftops?
Maybe sometimes we're a wee bit boring,|but, by God, we get the job done.
- Yes, sir.|- That's why I think you fit in here.
- I'm boring?|- You get the job done.
- I see. I thought you meant...|- Which is why I trust you with this client.
Good morning. Can I help you?
Yeah, I'll just check that for you.
Let's do it.
Let's talk about disposal.|We have to make that body unidentifiable.
Burning, dumping at sea|and burial are all flawed,...
.. either by fingerprints or more commonly|by dental records, I have learnt.
What I suggest is that|we bury him out in the forest.
First we remove his hands|and his feet, which we incinerate.
And his teeth, which we just|remove. It's as simple as that.
David.
I've always wondered|what these were for. Now...
Oh.
This is what we need.
And, um...
.. this.
- What else?|- I don't know.
A spade. We need a spade.
I wish you'd concentrate.|We need a spade to dig a pit.
- Who's gonna do it?|- Dig the pit?
- Not that.|- Who's gonna do what?
- You know what I'm talking about.|- Do I? What are you talking about?
- You know what. Who's gonna do it?|- We all are, David.
We're all gonna do it. You, me and Juliet|will do his or her bit. Fair enough?
- I can't do it.|- I don't hear this.
- I won't be able to do it.|- You want out already?
You don't want the money?|Hugo is going off! He smells!
- The flat smells! We can't wait!|- I won't be able to cut him up.
- Who's going to do it?|- I thought we all were.
- I don't think I can.|- But, Juliet, you're a doctor.
- You kill people every day.|- That's different. I still don't want to.
Now you tell me.
There's something I want to ask.
I don't know! I swear to God, I don't know!
Family? Friends?
Drugged-up, wandering, suicidal|fuck-ups don't have families.
- I just thought we should discuss it.|- Take his legs.
Where's Hugo?
- Pick him up.|- Shh.
- Pick him up.|- Shh.
I swear to God, I don't know! I don't know!
Stupid fuckin' bastard.
Why don't we draw lots for it?
Whoever draws the short straw does it all.|That way you either do it or you don't.
- OK. I can go with that.|- David?
- I don't know.|- If I draw the short straw, I'll do it.
But I'm not gonna do it|just because you won't.
All right, then. Here we are and this is it.
Do you wanna play or not?
I can't do it.
- Finished.|- All right, but not quite.
- Is that going to be deep enough?|- Don't worry.
- Is this necessary?|- Yes. Now come on. All or nothin'.
- Are you all right?|- Oh, yes. I'm fine, thanks. Just fine.
- Would you like to talk about it?|- No.
These three people|get their chance to...
.. lose a million.
Yes, all right. Hello there and welcome|aboard our millionaire's yacht.
It's just like the "Marie Celeste"|but without the party atmosphere.
As you know, the object is not|to win the game, but to...
Lose.
Not to give right answers, but...
- Wrong ones.|- Not to do well, but to do really...
Badly.
And above all to try|and make a total... hotchpotch.
Be careful.
Alex!
I don't know why we couldn't|stuff it under the floorboards.
- Stop nagging, Alex.|- We could have hid it in the fridge.
Ladies and gentlemen,|could I have your attention, please?
I'd like to thank you all|for coming tonight,...
.. to help us raise funds|for the sick children's unit.
You never told me this was for children.|I hate children.
I'd raise money to have the little fuckers|put down. I want my money back!
But before the dancing starts...
- Excuse me!|- .. I would like to give a vote of thanks...
.. to the few people who have worked|so hard to make this occasion happen.
- Do you know these people?|- They're my friends.
Oh, so if they want to speak to you,|we tell them that you're not here?
But ladies and gentlemen and those|of you who are neither or both...
- Where did they dig him up?|- Form sets for "Strip the Willow".
- Are we going to dance?|- Well, it's physical contact, isn't it?
OK.
Talk to me.
Talk to me.
- OK.|- No! Don't! Please don't!
No! No!
Please!
- Can we talk about something?|- Not now. I have an idea.
- It's important. We need to decide...|- Will you just stop worrying?
To love and to happiness for ever.
For ever and ever.
- What's wrong?|- I want to talk now.
When you've drunk|to love and happiness.
- Now.|- After.
David, I promise we will.|Just keep him happy.
It's not for me. It's for love|and happiness for ever.
Look over there. It's Cameron.
- Who?|- You remember Cameron.
- No.|- What's he doing here?
- That's not him.|- It is. Cameron!
Cameron, come on over here. Come on.
What?
Nothing. We thought|you were someone else.
Good luck!
- Why does he have to follow us around?|- What I was wanting to say was this.
Aha!
- The divine Juliet. Long time no see.|- Brian.
- Would you care to dance?|- Hold on. Who do you think you are?
- What?|- Who do you think you are?
- You interrupted us.|- I'm Brian Mckinley. And who are you?
Well, Brian Mckinley, if you wanna talk|to my girlfriend, you talk to me first.
If you wanna dance, you apply|three weeks in advance,...
.. or you're gonna end up|inside a fucking bin bag!
You didn't apply, so you don't dance.
Do you think you could be|a little more forceful next time?
- I'm sorry.|- No, no. I think he got the message.
That was quite stressful.
Yeah, but you were good. He was|really good. Fuckin' bin bag, I like that.
You really explored|your maleness to the full there.
- You think so?|- You certainly had a good look around.
You were magnificent.
Yeah.
Fuckin' bin bag.
Fuckin' bin bag.
Cameron! What a surprise!
Hello?
Hello?
- Who was it?|- I don't know.
- No one said anything.|- Or rendered speechless with desire.
I recall that feeling from|the days when I had such a thing.
- Are you all right?|- No.
Then let's spend some money.
Hello. It's been a struggle,|but now our days of worry are over.
The light at the end of the tunnel|has expanded into a golden sunrise.
And now at last, at long last,|nothing will ever be the same again.
This is Alex Law reporting on|the video diary of his own life.
Let me tell you, I'm so happy I could die.
I think we ought to stop this, don't you?
- Oh, will you relax?|- You're making us all nervous.
- How much did you pay for this?|- I don't know.
- I can't remember.|- Tell me how much you paid.
- I can't remember.|- How much did you pay for this?
- No idea. I don't know.|- How much did you pay for this?!
- 500.|- 500?
You paid 500 for this?
- That's what it cost.|- No. That's what you paid for it.
500 is what you paid for it.|We don't know how much it cost us yet.
For you two to have a good time.|We don't know the cost of that yet.
Excuse me. Did they take anything?
Is that enough for you?
Oi.
- What?|- Is that enough for you?
- Yes, that's fine.|- There's plenty more.
That's fine.
- What's wrong?|- Nothing.
- You're not eating.|- Eating what?
- You're not eating like you used to.|- If you give me the plate, I'll eat.
Now swallow.
You should spend some money|instead of worrying about it.
- You'd feel much better.|- Once it's spent, you don't have to worry.
- It'll be a weight off your shoulders.|- You know we're right.
- I wanna secure it.|- Secure it? You wanna put it in a bank?
You don't wanna put it in a bank, do you?|Do you want to bury it?
- I don't see the point. It's stupid.|- Course it's stupid. We took the money.
It was a material calculation.
What's the point if it's underground|in some funny bank in some funny place?
If you can't have it - spend it -|then what use is it? None.
It's all for nothing. I didn't get into this|for nothing, so that I could have nothing.
Yeah, and you didn't saw his feet off.
Tastes different.
David, what are you doin' up there?
Will you come down now?|It's not safe up there.
Are you listening to me?
Security and insanity|are not the same thing.
Shit.
I don't care. A grown man shouldn't|be living in a loft. He isn't safe up there.
If you cared about him at all,|you'd use your influence to get him down.
- And the money?|- We could put it somewhere.
Where he can't get it?
Well, you thought of that, not me.
Forget it. He'll come down.
Oh, Juliet, look.
Hello, Mr Lumsden.|It's David Stevens here.
I'm sorry, sir. I won't be able|to make it to the office today.
It's my mother, sir. She's very ill|and I think I need to be with her just now.
I don't know. The doctors aren't sure.|It could go either way.
Yes, sir. I'll certainly stay in touch.
- Good day?|- What?
- Good day?|- What are you talking about?
- I'm just asking if you had a good day.|- Why?
Well, I thought I'd make conversation.
Please, I'd rather you didn't.
- Are you expecting anyone?|- No.
- Aren't you going to answer it?|- Well, I'm not expecting anyone either.
It's in the loft! In the loft!
September 19, London Heathrow|to Rio de Janeiro.
It's British Airways.|You're looking at 765. That's 7-6-5.
- That sounds fine.|- Air Portugal, on the other hand,...
.. it's via Lisbon, the same day.|It's 565. 5-6-5. Is catering important?
- What?|- Air France, Glasgow direct.
But then you're looking at|the wrong end of 912. That's 9-1-2.
- The first one was fine. Heathrow direct.|- It's up to you.
Air Patagonia, that's a new outfit.|Via... via lots of different places, really.
It's no catering. That's 411. 4-1-1.|It's good value, but refuelling at Bogot...
The first one was fine.
It's up to you. 7-6-5.|How will you be paying?
Oh, God! Oh, Jesus Christ!
Oh, my God!
Christ!
No, no. Dear God. No! Christ!
No, and that's it.|I refuse to discuss it any further.
- It's the only way.|- I refuse.
- You're frightened.|- I'm not frightened. I'm a little terrified.
Did you see what happened|to the last two people?
They went up alive and|they came back down dead.
Did you notice that? The difference,|I mean. Alive, dead - dead, alive.
It wasn't difficult to spot.
He killed them both.
- He cut them up.|- Yeah, but you'll be all right.
- And how's that?|- Because you're smarter than he is.
Yeah, well, that's what|I've always thought.
Good evening. I'm Detective Inspector|McCall. This is DC Mitchell.
I wonder if we could ask some questions.
- What about?|- It's about the burglary.
- Burglary?|- Downstairs.
- Of course.|- Can we come in?
So I just heard|her cries for help and all that.
When I went downstairs,|there were other people there.
So I just stood around, you know,|waiting, the way people do.
And when your colleagues arrived,|I came back upstairs.
That's about all, I think. I didn't actually|see anything useful, I don't think.
And the other three people,|did they hear anything?
There are only two|other people in the flat.
- Two?|- Who said there were four?
We understood there were four people|living here. Not always, but now four.
No, three. Who said there were four?
How strange. And how unsatisfactory|to have misleading information.
Only three people here?
- You're sure?|- Yes, absolutely.
Who said there were four?
Make a note of that, Mitchell.|Only three rather than four. Write it down.
You can use numbers or words.|I've no preference.
- Which are you using?|- Both, sir.
Excellent.
DC Mitchell is a rising star, Mr Stevens.
Under my tutelage, he will|undoubtedly make the grade.
- I see.|- I doubt it.
- You'll wait in the hall?|- I'll wait.
If it sounds like I'm getting killed,|call the police and tell them everything.
Except maybe that it was|his idea in the first place.
That's important.|I need to die misunderstood.
- Alex.|- What?
As smart as you are,|you might need a little help.
David, what I'm gonna do is I'm gonna|open this lock and I'm gonna come up.
But what's really important|is that you remain calm. OK?
Alex?
It's all right. It's just a pigeon.
Well, he isn't up here.
Tell him to look for the money.
Look for the money.
Don't worry.|That's exactly what I'm doin'.
It's not up here. He has eaten it.
Are you looking for me?
Looking for you, yeah.
What for? What did you want?|The money? Was that it?
We just wanted to talk to you.
Who else have you just wanted to talk to?|Maybe you thought they'd already got me.
- Who?|- Your friends.
I don't know what you're talkin' about.
He doesn't know, David.
Maybe you don't.
I'm talking about the police.
I thought you'd gone to work.
With a face like this?
Alex, the editor wants to see you.
- I'm sorry.|- So you should be.
Maybe we can still sort everything out.
Well, we can certainly try.
Three bodies. Decomposed.|Mutilated beyond recognition.
- I don't know anythin' about it.|- Of course you don't.
If you knew anything about it,|I wouldn't have to send you to cover it.
- Cover it?|- That's right. This is your break, son.
Cover it?
Jesus.
Ow!
All right. The releasable and printworthy|facts of the day so far are as follows.
Late yesterday, forestry workers|came across one set of human remains...
.. in a grave which appeared|to have been recently dug.
Further excavation revealed another|deeper grave with two sets of remains.
- Is this a serial killer?|- How come they haven't been identified?
- Any obvious motive here?|- Is it true that one has been skinned?
Not entirely.
All right, all right.|An area of skin "has" been removed.
And you'd better keep this to yourselves.|There's no hands, no feet, no teeth.
The face is totally|unrecognisable and, yes,...
.. skin has been removed|from one of the bodies.
As and when the corpses are removed,...
.. we will endeavour to ascertain the|mode of death and duration of burial,...
.. as well as identification, which|will of course be passed on to you,...
.. after informing,|where possible, the next of kin.
- Are you OK?|- Yes, of course.
Why wouldn't I be?
- I don't know. I just thought maybe...|- We were just sorting things out.
- You'd better read all about it.|- We already know.
It was on the television.
Of course, but print|provides a more lucid and...
Oh, shut up, Alex.
It wasn't deep enough. I told you it wasn't|deep enough and you wouldn't listen.
It doesn't necessarily matter.
They don't know who they are and have|nothing to connect us with them. Nothing.
I'm glad you're so certain, Alex.
It makes us feel a whole lot better.
- I beg your pardon?|- It makes us feel a whole lot better.
That's what I thought he said.
Shh. Stop.
What are you doin' here?
It's about me and David.
- The perfect couple, I should say.|- You mustn't take it so badly.
Don't worry. I'd do exactly the same|thing, only I don't think I'm his type.
- Don't you ever stop?|- No.
Take all the time you like, Doctor.
No, I've never seen any of them.
Look again, if you like.
I'm sorry, I haven't seen them.
- Do you have a good memory for faces?|- The same as everyone else.
But in your work you must meet lots of|people every day. New people, new faces.
Yes.
What do you recognise most,|names or faces?
Diseases.
Like recognising criminals|by their crimes.
- I suppose so.|- I meant, that's what it's like.
- Sorry?|- You said you supposed so.
- I wasn't offering it for debate.|- He wasn't offering it for debate.
Like recognising criminals|by their crimes.
No, I've never seen|any of these men before.
Take a look at the first two.
No, I don't know them.
If I told you their car was parked outside|just now, would that surprise you?
Yes, I suppose so.
Well, is it?
- What?|- Parked there?
No. Not any more.
I just wondered if it would surprise you.
- That's it.|- That's all?
Yes.
- Sorry to waste your time.|- Oh, not at all. Don't worry.
- One thing.|- Your watch.
- Your watch.|- Is it real?
Oh, no. It's a fake. I got it in Thailand.|The second hand doesn't sweep.
- I see.|- Right.
Tell you what. If you do|remember these guys,...
.. maybe you could give me|a phone on this number.
Any time you like.
I didn't tell them anything, nothing|at all, absolutely nothing. They're plods.
If they had any witnesses, any forensic|evidence, they would have whipped it out.
- They know.|- They can know all they like.
- They know.|- So? They know.
So what? There's nothing|to connect us with that body stuff.
- Except the money.|- He's right, Alex. They know.
Come on.
My office is closed.
Life, however, grinds on|towards its conclusion.
In the meantime, you may wish to leave a|message, but the final decision is yours.
David? You forgot to wake me.
- So let's go.|- You and me?
Together.
Hey! Alex! Who are you calling|at this time of night?
Come out here and talk to us.
Well? Sex lines, is that it?
Triple-X-rated, interactive fantasies?|Old habits die hard.
- I was phoning your mother.|- You old devil.
Well, anyway.|As you can see, we're leaving.
- So I gathered.|- I'm sorry, but that's the way it is.
- Don't worry. I'll forward your mail.|- No, really.
I am sorry. Sorry to be ducking out on|you. I hope you won't take it personally.
No, no. Don't let it worry you.|It's probably for the best.
All for the best. Exactly. I wouldn't|want things to end on a downer.
- Not at all.|- I mean, we've ups and downs, right.
Good times, bad times.
We could talk all night,|but we have to go. Don't we?
Yes.
- And you need your sleep.|- Yes.
No, I can't think of|anything else that matters.
- About your mail.|- Very good of you to offer, but...
Where do you think you'll go?
Where will we go?
Where will we go?
Juliet?
- I don't know.|- Don't be so coy, dear.
You're going to Rio.
- What?|- That's right.
Rio de Janeiro, on your own.
You should know.|You bought the fucking ticket!
Did you see that?
I bet she didn't show you that before|she sent you up there. What did she say?
We'll split it together,|you and me, fifty-fifty.
But I bet you didn't say you'd split on him.
- It wasn't like that.|- Don't lie to me. Don't treat me like that.
I bought it.
What?
I bought the tickets.|For her and for me. It was my idea.
Your idea. I see.
Well, that fits.
I mean, you and him fit together.|I should have seen that a long time ago.
- Alex, stop him!|- No, let him go. Let him have it all.
Juliet, let him go.
I'm leaving.
You shouldn't have hit her! Do what|you like, but you shouldn't have hit her!
You want it?
You want it?
Aagh!
You bastard!
You did the right thing.
But I can't take you with me.
Be OK, Mummy.
Oh, I'll be all right.
Hello, Inspector.
# It's the sound that lovers
# Hear when they discover
# There could be no other for their love
# It's my happy heart you hear
# Singing loud and singing clear
# And it's all because you're near
# Me, my love
# Take my happy heart away
# Let me love you night and day
# In your arms I wanna stay
# Oh, my love #
Oh, yes. I believe in friends.
I believe we need them.
But, if one day you find that|you just can't trust them any more,...
.. well what then?
What then?
# Music fills my soul now
# I've lost all control now
# I'm not half, I'm whole now
# With your love
# It's my happy heart you hear
# Singing loud and singing clear
# And it's all because you're near
# Me, my love
# Take my happy heart away
# Let me love you night and day
# In your arms I wanna stay
# All night long #