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[WOMAN SOBBING AND SNIFFLING]
[PIGEONS COOING]
- [CHILDREN AND ADULTS TALKING] - [GASPS]
[BUZZING]
[BUZZING CONTINUES]
[BUZZING AND BANGING ON WINDOW]
[AGITATED BUZZING]
Have you called the guy about the wasp nest yet?
Simon?
- What? - The wasp nest.
- Have you called? - SIMON: I will.
Still loads of the bloody things.
SIMON: I'll have him come around Monday.
Make sure I'm around then, shall I?
Club meeting tonight, important I'm there.
Don't wait up.
Have you picked up the wine order for tomorrow night?
Not yet.
I need this dinner to go well, Heather.
I know.
[BUZZING CONTINUES]
[AGITATED BUZZING]
[STRAINED COOING AND FLUTTERING]
Probably a fox got it.
[SPITS]
I need a rock.
[SIMON CLEARS THROAT, REMOVES SHOES]
[PIGEON COOING]
Carla.
What are you going to do?
Put it out of its misery.
[DOOR CLOSES]
SIMON: There he is. Big night?
Yeah, I was up till 2:00 a.m.
My wife is mad as a fucking hare.
[PANTING]
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
- Hi! - Oh, hello.
[OBJECT CLINKS]
Thanks, Ruby.
What is that?
It's a worry stone.
See?
It's comforting.
What are you worrying about?
Nothing.
Okay. Bye.
You going out on your own?
Going to my mate.
- You be careful, okay? - Yeah, I will.
- Your mum know you're going? - Yeah.
That's good.
[DISTANT BUZZING]
[PEOPLE LAUGHING AND CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY]
Oh. [CHUCKLES]
- I was just coming for more wine. - Fridge.
Cool.
Someone order more wine?
[BUZZING]
[BREATHING RAGGEDLY]
- [BUZZING] - Fuck!
[PANTING]
[GRUNTING]
[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]
What are you doing?
[LOUD BUZZING]
- [PEOPLE MURMURING IN CONCERN] - MAN 1: What's going on?
MAN 2: See you soon.
And, um, less drama next time. Okay?
[DOOR CLOSES]
[DISTANT BUZZING]
[EXHALES DEEPLY]
What the fuck?
And tonight?
You had to do that tonight.
I mean, I needed this to go well,
and you knew that.
Hmm?
Fuck!
I'll call the exterminator in the morning.
[LOUD BUZZING]
- [SCANNER BEEPING] - [CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
CARLA: That's £39.40 thanks.
Autumn, it's my favourite time of year.
Helen!
- Not too hot, not too cold. - Am I done yet?
After her.
How much was it again?
Fuck's sake.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING]
Stop shouting!
I'm coming, leaving now.
Stop fucking shouting!
- [BABY CRYING] - [PEOPLE ARGUING]
CARLA: What the fuck is going on in here then?
[PROGRAM PLAYING ON TV]
- Can I go out tonight? - Ask your dad.
- He ain't my dad. - Don't start.
- He's asleep. - Well, then.
[CELL PHONE BEEPS]
- [GROANS] - Oi, I'm going out.
I've got work.
Night then, James.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[SOFTLY] Fuck.
[CELL PHONE BUZZES]
You haven't changed a bit.
I mean, other than...
- When are you due? - Couple of months.
Wow.
Thanks.
You have.
- Sorry? - Changed.
[CHUCKLES]
God. I hope so.
So, what do you want then?
Uh...
Well, I... How are you?
How have you been since we last saw each other?
I mean, I see the bits and bobs on your social,
but you've had kids now, haven't you?
Yeah, four. Pretty hard work, if I'm honest.
But I love them.
What about you, you've got kids?
Uh, no.
No, I'd like to, but, no. Yeah.
Better hurry up.
I know.
My old man wanted another, and I just told him to fuck off.
So, what happened?
Just happened, I guess. Now he's all happy about it.
And you're not?
He won't be the one getting up at night and changing nappies and such.
He never helped with all that.
He's traditional like that.
I don't mind, but I do mind, you know.
I must say you seem pretty together for a mum of nearly five.
Well I have to be, don't I?
And where do you work now?
Cashier, supermarket.
Oh, yeah?
Whatever, it's fine. Why did you want to meet?
Um...
Yeah. Look,
I know that we weren't exactly mates at school.
Well, we actually were when I first moved here,
in fact, you were my first friend, my only friend.
I remember my accent used to be...
Anyway, um...
Yeah, after that,
before we got to the stage where you were with Kerry and that lot,
I definitely wasn't your friend.
Do you remember before,
like in Year 7, when we'd hang out after school?
Yes, sort of.
Do you remember that day after school with the pigeon?
Nope.
Perhaps I should start at the beginning.
Yeah, that would help.
[COUPLE CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY]
Um...
Look, do you know if there's anywhere more private that we could talk?
I have to be at work in half an hour, you can walk with me if you like.
Okay.
Look, so, I'm sorry if this is all a bit too much information.
I appreciate that we haven't been in touch for years.
- I do appreciate that. - Get on with it.
Alright, so, my husband and I have been trying to conceive a baby
for several years now...
Ain't sex working?
Well, no.
Is it him? It's usually the man.
No, we looked into it and it appears to be me.
You do know there's only about two days when you're really ready, yeah?
Yeah. We've done all the timing, we've tried everything, I promise you.
We also tried some IVF, but it's not working.
Gutting.
I got pregnant first time every time I tried.
Well, that's wonderful for you that you found it so easy.
Do you want this one?
What? No.
Suit yourself.
Carla!
Could you slow down?
That's just it. I wanted to talk to you about something.
Go on.
This is in the strictest confidence.
- Please don't tell anyone. - Go on.
My husband, Simon.
He's been emailing another woman.
Hold up.
I ain't good at agony aunt shit. I ain't gonna be much help.
So if that's why you wanted to meet...
No.
No, it isn't.
I'm not one for being nice and that.
What's that word?
- Empathising? - Whatever.
I'm not good at that.
Carla!
It's been going on for two years.
You've let this carry on for two years?
- Please! - Fuck's sake.
In the last week, he's emailed her to say that he wants to finally meet.
Why has it taken them two years to meet?
She said she's overseas.
How do you know?
- The emails. - Exactly.
- Sorry? - I'm sorry,
you haven't got much of a leg to stand on.
You've been reading his emails for two years.
You should've said something when it started.
He's gonna hold that against you.
I haven't been reading them.
Well, I have, but not in the way that you think.
I haven't been accessing his account.
But how do you know what he's been writing to her?
Because it's me.
Who's you?
The other woman, it's me.
He's been emailing me.
You crafty little cunt.
I love it.
I was paranoid that he was cheating on me.
So, a couple of years back,
I created a fake profile and messaged him.
I guess I was right to be paranoid because he messaged back.
Yes, he bloody did.
I probably shouldn't have let it go on so long,
- but he kept getting in touch, so... - I love it.
I'm not proud of myself.
Why not? I would be.
Like you said, I don't really have a leg to stand on.
Oh, fuck that. Honeytrap, mate.
You set a honeytrap and he went for it, everyone does it.
Everyone?
Yeah, the only way to make sure
that your bloke isn't playing the field,
men are like that, see. You have to catch them out
just to remind them that you're there sometimes.
Didn't know he was like that.
Of course he is. I ain't never come across a man who isn't.
Cheating is a level of disrespect that's tantamount to violence.
It's acceptable to some and not to others.
Not me, my bloke lays one finger on us and he's out.
What you going on about?
I'm just saying in my world, men respect women.
What's this world you keep on going on about?
- Is it different to mine? - No, not at all.
- I'm just saying that... - What?
So far, all you've done is made me go out of my way to meet you,
chatted shit about your stupid husband then basically insulted me.
- Well, look, I'm sorry... - Actually, I'm done.
Fuck's sake.
Look, just hear me out, okay?
- The pigeon. - What?
The pigeon in the field at the back of the school.
Do you remember? It was you and me returning
and that pigeon with a broken wing
What's the pigeon got to do with your husband?
What you did seemed to come so naturally to you.
That's £10.15, please.
- I wanted to do this somewhere quiet. - Do what?
When do you finish?
Not for another four hours.
- Can you take a break? - No.
Just tell me what it is.
- Meet me at the loading bay. - I can't.
Meet me there in five minutes.
No.
I've got £10,000 in this bag and it's yours.
Find a way to leave.
What?
Till's closed, love, go to the next one.
What is it, then? What have I bailed on work for?
I want you to kill Simon.
[SCOFFS]
What?
I've got £10,000 in this bag and there's another 40 once it's done.
- I... - He's lied.
He's cheated.
He's hurt, he's emotionally and physically abused me.
Not just out of my life, I want him gone completely,
and you're the only person I know who can do it.
Kill him.
Kill Simon, I want him dead.
- You've done it before. - To a fucking pigeon!
A pigeon. Are you mental?
What's wrong with you?
£50,000.
You're thinking about it, aren't you?
No. Look, I don't know who you think I am.
But I'm not that, okay? You've made a mistake about this.
- I'm going. - It's a shitload of money.
Well, not really, actually.
It is when you've got nothing.
That would be none of your business.
He's been gambling again.
- What? - Your bloke.
What was it you said?
"That stupid cunt has lost our rent money again."
You should be careful who you befriend on social media.
"Logan" is you?
He's fit, isn't he? And good with words.
Look, I'm sorry.
I know you thought he could help you out, but that's why I'm here.
I needed to find out more about you before making this plan.
For all I know, you could have been loaded.
I had to make sure my offer wouldn't be rejected.
Well, it will be. I can't do it.
- 50 grand would help, wouldn't it? - [SCOFFING]
You're pretending as if you don't need £50,000.
- I don't know who you think I am. - You need this.
No, I don't.
- Yes, you do. - You got me wrong.
Fuck you! You got me wrong!
75 grand.
[SOFT THUDDING]
[PROGRAM PLAYING ON TV]
Oh, thanks, love.
You'll manage the kids?
- Yeah. - They're all fed.
We'll be fine, love.
I'll be back late.
Mmm. Going to the supermarket?
No, not this evening, something else.
- Be careful then. - Always.
MAN 1: Having fun today?
MAN 2: I think I am having fun.
I think I am having fun, I think I am.
Alright there, Carla?
Alright, Tel.
[BEER CAN ROLLS]
Oh, God. Um...
Why... Why don't you join us?
Not today. You alright, yeah?
Yeah, can't complain.
No.
- Yeah, later. - Later.
TEL: But I...
- [MUG SHATTERS] - Oh, my God!
[SOFTLY] Let me in.
- What are you doing? You shocked me. - Didn't want anyone to see me.
Oh, yeah. Good.
It's basic stuff.
Yeah, of course.
75 grand ain't worth a jail term for murder.
We need a proper plan.
I ain't never done this before.
Work it out properly. No amateur shit.
Yeah, we do it properly.
Which means it won't be happening quickly.
Okay.
I want to scope out your place,
timings, make sure nothing can go wrong.
Have you done this before?
I've watched a lot of telly. I googled it.
I've been researching.
Carefully, not on my home computer, don't have one.
I went down the library.
I know all the common mistakes made.
- I ain't planning to make them. - What mistakes?
Like fingerprints.
- Wearing gloves, ain't I? - Oh.
- Very good. - You have a dishwasher?
I want it on the hottest wash when you clean it.
- Okay? - Of course. Yeah.
I came in the back so I'm not seen.
And when we do it, we'll do it at night.
We'll cover my face, I'll have an alibi.
If it is night-time then my husband will say that I'm in bed with him,
which wouldn't be lying, cos that's what he'll think.
Sleeps so heavy he wouldn't notice either way.
Alright, okay.
I'll make sure that the weapon is from somewhere random and unconnected.
- Then I'll chuck it at the dump. - Great.
So I was thinking we make it look like a botched burglary.
I've done a few house jobs before, I know all the stuff needed
to make it look like I've broken in to steal.
I'll take some stuff, call it collateral damage.
And then it'll look more authentic that way.
Or I could make some stuff up
so you don't actually have to physically take anything with you.
I want to take some stuff.
- What if you're caught? - I won't.
I'll sell it. Don't worry
I'd really rather not lose any of my belongings.
- What? - I'm paying you already.
I'd rather we found an alternative.
You want me to kill your husband
and you're worried about losing your iPad and bits of jewellery.
Alright. If we can agree, some not so important items, then.
You can lay out the things you don't mind going.
I can't believe we're talking about this.
I'm not entirely convinced that this is the best idea.
- Don't you think it's a bit cliche? - A what?
A botched burglary.
It's a bit cliche, no?
- Won't they see through it? - You come up with something then.
- Well, actually, I have. - Go on.
So, I cook him a lovely meal
and slip something into his drink, which sedates him.
And once he's out, I call you
and that's when you kill him.
And then what?
Well, then you get rid of him.
What, like, dispose of him?
In bags?
Where, where would we do that?
And also the drugs in his system
would be detected if they find the body.
Cut him up and put him in bags in the freezer
and slowly thaw him out and feed him to a dog or something.
You've got a dog?
Jesus!
If it's eaten, it can't be discovered.
Fuck.
- What? - You're fucked.
No, I'm just trying to be thorough.
If you do a botched burglary, you could leave evidence.
This way, we get rid of it all.
You can drug him and cut up his body
but not do the killing yourself.
There's a world of difference between sedating someone's drink
- and hacking them to death. - [SCOFFS]
And I wouldn't be doing the disposing. That's your job.
That's why I'm paying you.
And how do you explain his disappearance?
His infidelity. You know, he's run away.
I assume he's left the country. I'm a scorned woman, betrayed.
He's the bad guy.
And when he doesn't turn up at all, don't you think they'd get suspicious?
I don't know. I'll burn his passport
make out that he packed a bag and properly went.
- I don't know, I mean... - It's all a bit far-fetched.
Honestly, it's violent.
And beating him to death isn't violent?
You were the one about not being that kind of person,
and here you are coming up with the worst shit.
That's why I need you.
I can't do this myself.
Look, are you sure you want him actually dead?
Yes.
Not just exposed and chased off in some way.
No.
You want him properly-brutally-murdered
- dead? - Yep.
Well, if it's to be me and not you to do it,
then I want to do it my way.
I think it's a bit risky.
What if he defends himself? What if he overpowers you?
Now you're worried about that?
Here's what we do then, some of your plan too.
You drug him at dinner.
Or better yet, get him good and drunk, like pass-out drunk.
- Would that be possible? - Definitely.
And then when he's out for the count, you call me, I come over,
and I do it with...
- With... - No.
No, that's not hard.
Need something harder, like a poker or a candlestick or something.
Ms. Carla in the sitting room with a candlestick.
[BOTH LAUGH]
No, okay. It's not that.
Hmm...
It'd hurt, but I suppose not knock him out.
It is a very boring book.
What have we got up here?
This!
Oh, he got that for some golf tournament
he being the only one in his category that turned up.
Yeah, perfect!
So, I knock him out,
take some stuff,
then it'll look like a burglary gone wrong
cos he was drunk trying to play hero.
And I'll take a sleeping pill, too.
And I'll wake up in the morning to discover him.
Yeah. Yeah, do it.
Go on, come in like it's the next morning.
[GASPS]
[SOFTLY] Oh, my God, my darling. Oh!
- Yes, yes. - [SOBBING SOFTLY]
No. But do it by the window. Make sure the neighbours can see.
Okay.
Help. Help.
Okay, quick, now phone the police
and report this horrible, tragic crime.
Okay.
Oh...
Officer.
I went to bed early after dinner
and he was downstairs having a nightcap watching the telly.
[IMITATING] "And whoever it was knew exactly what they were doing."
[LAUGHS]
- Do I really sound like that? - Yeah.
Wow! [CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
So, what do you think, then?
Yeah. Yeah, I think it's good.
Only good?
I think it sounds fucking mint.
I'm just still a bit loath to lose too many of my belongings.
You've gotta let that go.
I may be getting rid of this man. But I'm doing everything I can
to make sure that every other area of my life remains unaffected.
I'm not sure I can guarantee that. Things will change.
You need to get your story straight.
- Yeah, I will. - No, I mean, like, really straight.
They're going to question you. A lot.
- It won't be easy. - I know.
- Do you? - Yeah, of course I do.
I'm not a complete innocent.
Alright.
Look, I know you remember me as being a bit of a loser,
I have lived a life since then.
I've done stuff.
- I'm not squeaky clean. - I'll take your word for it.
Well...
It still works, doesn't it?
What does?
It's that thing that you do. It's your...
Your face, your whole demeanour,
- it makes you seem so powerful. - If you like.
God, it takes me back.
I used to be terrified of you.
You used to have such a presence at school.
I mean, it was amazing because you weren't that big.
We were pretty much the same height,
but I would never have tried to stand up to you. Never.
It's the things you'd say.
I don't even remember talking to you after Year 8.
So whatever you think I did was probably someone else.
Yeah, probably. It's all in the past now, anyway, isn't it?
Yes. Can we get on with this now, please?
Yeah.
When do you want it done?
I could get everything ready in a couple of weeks.
- Gosh, two weeks? - I can't do any sooner.
No, no, of course not. I mean, two weeks is so imminent.
I just assumed you'd want to wait until...
Might I ask how you plan on doing all of this with that?
Because I'd imagine that it would get in the way.
Look, don't worry. I can do this.
Just make sure you leave the back door open
like he's been outside for a fag and forgotten to lock up.
I won't be climbing through windows or nothing.
- And if he gets fighty? - He won't.
I'll give him a good pounding on the head
before he's even roused from his boozy sleep.
- If all goes well. - It will.
Look, I'm only half joking, but I won't be paying
for any special needs schooling down the line.
- That's all I'm saying. - I hear you loud and clear.
I'm just being practical and realistic.
This is a business transaction.
I don't want it turned into anything else.
And, actually, on that matter,
if you ever think up the bright idea
of trying to blackmail me for more money once this is all done,
I'll have no hesitation in taking you straight to the police station.
And if that means I'm imprisoned, too, then so be it.
I won't go down without you.
Well done.
- What? - Nice speech.
- Fuck off. - I mean it.
You've got the makings of a real hard nut.
And you've got the makings of a patronising bitch.
I guess we're a bit more like each other than we thought.
Whose are these? Yours or his?
His.
That is one nasty-looking spider.
Yeah. He didn't catch them himself. He got them off eBay.
Framed in shit plastic and ready to hang.
- What's this one? - Which one?
- This one. - Tarantula hawk.
No, this winged thing.
Yeah, it's a wasp called Tarantula hawk.
Something he got a bit obsessed with
after watching some documentary on TV.
Why "Tarantula"?
Because it preys on them.
- Gutsy. - Mmm.
It stings and paralyzes them
and takes them to its lair
where it plants an egg on it, which burrows into it
and grows feeding off its insides
but avoiding all the major organs so it's still alive.
- The tarantula? - Yeah.
It needs it alive throughout its pupation.
And then once it's fully grown, it burrows out and the spider dies.
- Dark. - Yeah.
Bit like being pregnant.
[SCOFFS]
What, being eaten from the inside out?
May as well be.
Wouldn't it be nice if once they're grown
we mothers get to die and they have to head out
and fend for themselves?
- Is it really that bad? - I won't answer that.
Nasty sting.
Simon revels in telling dinner guests what it's like to be stung by one,
even though he's never actually seen one alive.
What does it feel like?
Well, according to Simon, and therefore, according to Google,
it's three minutes of intense pain
whereby you can do absolutely nothing at all except scream.
Intense.
But once it's over,
you're fine.
Or at least better than before.
I kind of understand why Simon thinks they're cool.
I think they're vile.
I want you to know that this isn't an easy decision.
You know, he's lied and cheated.
He's bullied me.
He's made me feel like shit throughout most of our relationship.
I'm fairly sure he treats the other women he sees just as badly.
The world won't miss him.
Don't have to justify it to me.
He's a nasty piece of work. You want him dead. I get it.
[SIGHS]
This all feels very chummy, doesn't it? [CHUCKLES]
- What? - Us.
I sort of feel like we're getting on like old times.
If you like.
It's funny. I didn't think we would.
We're so different.
Are we?
Yes.
Yeah, we are.
Please yourself.
Do you know that I actually spent most of my teenage years
quite severely depressed?
Didn't we all?
I genuinely spent the majority of my days in misery.
Okay.
I just want you to know that.
You're saying it like it's my fault.
- You don't think it's your fault? - No. Fuck no.
We were all fucked up. It was school.
Come on, everyone was horrible to everyone.
- Not everyone. - Yes, everyone.
I dealt with shit too.
It was part of it. We all had to go through it,
you're nothing special, Heather.
Come on.
Didn't I say sorry back then?
No.
Okay, fine.
I'm sorry.
Hmm.
Two words, 30 years after. [CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Doesn't quite feel enough, though, does it?
Well, I don't actually know what else I can do.
You seem to think something specific happened that was me.
I don't know what that was. So, come on.
What was it I did?
- Really? - Yeah.
Other than the normal shit that everyone did,
you know, the name-calling and the teasing.
I don't know, a fucking bit of a tussle.
Other than that shit, what did I do that's made you so fucking bitter?
Year 7.
That's where it all began.
It was just after the pigeon.
We were friends, and then one day, suddenly we weren't.
Do you remember why?
YOUNG CARLA: Hey, Heather.
Come here.
There, there.
Go on, tell them.
- What? - The whole school knows anyway.
What do you mean?
Everybody knows you fancied Toby, but...
[OTHERS MURMUR AND CHUCKLE]
Why don't you tell them what you told me?
- But I... - Don't be shy.
Go on.
Tell 'em what you do in the shower
- when you're thinking about him. - Uh...
Tell 'em.
I don't do anything.
You told me you frig yourself off thinking about him.
[OTHERS CHUCKLE]
I... I never.
You are such a dirty bitch.
[OTHERS LAUGHING]
Dirty Heather.
- Dirty Heather. - OTHERS: ...Heather.
ALL: [CHANTING] Dirty Heather.
That's what everyone called me after that.
I didn't come here to be fucking lectured.
If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm leaving.
And your plan to kill your husband, yeah?
Your plan will be around town as fast as you can say, "Dirty-fucking-Heather."
- So, you shut your mouth. - No, you wouldn't do that.
You need the money.
Not this much. I don't.
Fuck you and your stupid trip down memory lane.
- I ain't doing this no more. - Yes, you fucking are!
Cos you owe me and you know it.
I owe you nothing.
Is that what you really think? Do you really believe that?
Don't you remember what came after Toby?
I know what it is you're getting at. Don't worry, sweetheart.
You thought you were so much better than me.
You had your mum and your dad at your beck and call,
anything you wanted.
Schoolwork was easy. Teacher pleaser.
Neat fucking uniform, goody fucking two shoes.
And I'd been waiting to wipe that smile off your face for years.
You didn't know.
You didn't fucking know what my life had been like.
And you judged me every day!
The day I killed the pigeon,
know what happened that morning?
I watched my dad smack my mum so hard around the face
that her eye popped out, clean out of its socket!
I watched her put it back in while I called the ambulance!
That's just the kind of thing he did, most days,
and then pretty soon, it wasn't just mum, it was me as well.
So, when I used to go around yours and see what kind of life you had,
at first it was like a fucking refuge for me.
They were nice and stuff.
I liked being there. It was all so calm.
But then, I started to realise
that the more time I spent with you and your perfect sunshine family,
the more my family looked like a black hole of shit.
And then your face
when I killed the pigeon...
You knew fuck all. You were still a child,
and even though we were the same age, I was already an adult.
I couldn't be your friend, you pissed me off!
You didn't know anything!
And even if I'd explained it to you right then and there,
you still wouldn't have understood, right?
- No. - No. So, there you go.
Can I go now?
Cos I feel like this has reached its natural fucking end.
I knew about your dad.
And seen your bruises.
I also knew cos Mum wouldn't let me go and stay at yours
and I'd wanted to know why.
I didn't have anything I could say to make that better.
But I thought if I could be your friend
and we could do nice things together, then that's what I could do.
You knew about my dad?
Your mum knew?
Yeah.
And she did nothing?
I don't know, do I? I mean, maybe she did.
Maybe she called Social Services
or maybe she spoke to your mum, I was too young.
- I was too young. - Yeah, well, so was I.
You must have known it was coming.
Of course I did.
And spent the weeks leading up to it in complete terror.
[SCHOOL BELL RINGING]
STUDENT: Wake up now, girl.
- [GRUNTS] - [GROANS]
[GRUNTING]
- [DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES] - [SOBBING]
CARLA: Well, that's school for you.
Training ground for life.
We'd been friends, Carla.
I didn't name you when they asked.
I knew you could've been expelled.
Am I supposed to say thank you?
[SIGHS]
Are we going to finish talking about the plan, or can I leave?
No, let's finish.
Right, so... You get him pissed,
call me, leave the back door open,
I come round, I bosh him,
I take some stuff and leave. Sound about right?
- I guess. - No "I guess."
I want certainty, this has to go perfectly.
Well, of course.
When are we doing the rest of the money?
When it's done.
No, I want half up front now.
- Not possible. - Make it possible.
It's £65,000.
My bank won't release that in cash just like that.
Anyway, you've already had 10 grand,
it should be enough to keep you going.
It's not about that, you idiot.
You should be taking it out in smaller amounts gradually
so they can't track it.
- Really? - Yes, really.
Fuck's sake.
- One other thing. - What?
I don't know what the fucker looks like.
You don't seem to keep photos
around the place of each other, do you?
Just dead wasps and shit paintings.
What's he look like?
Heather, photo!
This is...
I mean, this...
James.
HEATHER: No.
No, his name's Simon. James is a pseudonym.
You must know that most men who visit prostitutes
don't want to use their real name.
Identification aside, I suppose it's also a means
of separating their deed from their real lives.
That's Simon, and he's my husband.
As you know,
he's been visiting you for a couple of years now,
and crucially, quite heavily around seven months ago.
- Don't you agree? - Yeah.
I'm not sure your tea has completely taken effect yet.
I feel weird.
Apologies for what I'm about to do.
What are you about to do?
[MUFFLED GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING STOPS]
[MURMURING SOFTLY]
[GASPS]
[MUFFLED GASP AND WHIMPERING]
Don't knock yourself backwards, love, you'll smack your head.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
You've had a proper little snooze.
- Do you feel a bit better now? - Mmm!
I must say, it's been wonderful for me.
You know, I've had a potter 'round, a tidy-up.
I like to imagine this is what life would be like with a young baby.
You know, them taking their naps while I get on with the housework.
Is that how it is?
Happy scenes of domesticity?
Or is it more fraught mayhem as you try to keep on top of all,
including your sanity?
It must be so hard.
It must also be so worth it, you know.
This creature, this thing,
loving you,
needing you.
I used to think there was something wrong with my body.
I remember my mum saying to me
that getting pregnant involved a whole lot of alchemy.
But looking back on it now, I...
I know exactly why it wasn't working.
Do you remember the Year 9 disco?
I wasn't gonna go,
but by then I'd made friends with Ruth and that lot
and they encouraged me, I guess.
I wasn't gonna go.
It was less than a year
since you smashed my face in the storeroom,
and I was still suffering from panic attacks.
So, actually, the plan was I would go for about 20 minutes
and then I'd call mum and let her know
if either I wanted picking up straightaway,
or if I was happy, I'd stay longer.
Because you weren't there.
So, I said to Mum, "Don't worry. Pick me up at 10:00."
[DANCE SONG PLAYING]
Then I went back to dancing with my friends.
HEATHER: But then you turned up with the others.
And I immediately wished I wasn't there.
- I want to go home. - Why?
No.
HEATHER: My friends were as terrified of you as I was.
[PANTING]
- [DOOR CREAKING] - [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
YOUNG CARLA: Don't let no one in.
[SLAMS DOOR]
[SOBBING SOFTLY]
YOUNG CARLA: Let's go.
[KNOCKS ON STALL DOOR]
YOUNG CARLA: Open the door, Heather.
We know you're there.
We can wait all night.
[INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY]
HEATHER: There were three of you.
I don't remember the other two.
They were just along for the ride, I guess.
You said,
"Take them off."
And I did.
Open your legs.
[BREATHING RAGGEDLY]
HEATHER: I'm very quiet.
And then...
And then
something went up
and in.
[SOBBING SOFTLY]
I mean, not smoothly, not just like that,
you had to really feel around.
Get it in there, shove it in.
[CRYING SOFTLY]
What was it?
In and up?
And then you all stood there
staring at me in the strange half-light of the toilets.
- And there was... - [GIRLS LAUGHING]
There was laughing.
That's when you walked over to me,
pulled the object out and whispered something in my ear.
Good girl.
Do you remember what you said?
It was as if I'd performed well,
as if I'd done exactly as you wanted.
And I felt...
I felt...
You didn't do anything to me again after that.
It was as if you'd got what you wanted.
What had you got?
I can't believe you didn't think what you did to me at school was bad.
Had you forgotten?
[SHOUTING] How could you have forgotten?
[FOOTSTEPS UPSTAIRS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[GRUNTING SOFTLY]
[FOOTSTEPS UPSTAIRS]
[OBJECT CLATTERS]
[FOOTSTEPS UPSTAIRS]
HEATHER: Hey, Simon.
I just wanted to know what time you'd be home.
Yeah, no, that's fine.
Yeah, I just, um...
Could you just text me when you're on your way, please?
Thanks.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[WHIMPERING SOFTLY]
[GRUNTS]
So,
I was talking about trying for a baby.
I knew that I couldn't because of that night.
I could feel what I would describe as a blockage.
Do you get that?
I feel blocked up.
Like, whatever it was you shoved inside me
had some kind of fucking life to it and it's growing.
Growing like a baby, or a tumour.
I've had the scans, there's nothing there.
But, for me, there really is.
And, recently, I've been trying to work out a way to release it.
So, what I'm going to do now is remove the gag from around your mouth
and this is your opportunity to speak.
If you try to scream or shout, the gag will be replaced
and you won't get the opportunity again.
Do you understand? Nod if you do.
I said, do you understand? I wanna see a nod.
Show me a fucking nod or I'll kill you right now!
Good.
- Here we go. - [GASPING]
Do you have anything to say?
- Are you going to kill me? - Next question.
It won't help you
with whatever fucked-up mental problem you have,
you fucking insane-ass psycho.
All it will do is get you into prison,
you'll have more issues than you do already.
So, take it from me, don't kill me.
Don't fucking kill me! Yeah?
Cos I said sorry,
and I was, like, really sorry.
But I was fucked up myself,
and I ain't excusing it because I know what I did was shit.
But I mean, I wish I could go back and not do it or something.
But the thing is that I had stuff going on.
You know, I had stuff going on like I said before, and I... I am.
I'm really, really sorry.
And I... I just don't know what else to say.
[VOICE BREAKING] But please don't hurt me or my baby, please. Yeah?
Let me go home to my kids.
Don't do this to them. Please.
Please don't punish the kids, they're innocent.
Gosh.
[SOBBING SOFTLY]
- Don't hurt me. - This is a bit unexpected.
I can't believe I've made Carla Jackson cry. Wow.
Look, you got what you wanted. Yeah?
Look, you made me cry, I've said sorry,
I want to go now, please.
No.
- No, that won't be possible. - Why?
Because I'm not done.
You want my child?
You can have it.
You can.
As soon as it's born, I'll take the money, it's yours.
I'm not stupid.
I know you've done the sums, you know?
- Is he in on it, too? - Who?
Simon.
I heard you talking to him before.
He's got you to do his dirty work. You can't have a kid together,
so get some slag to have one for you and steal it.
It's his kid, Heather.
You know it, I know it.
So, if you want the fucking thing, it's yours.
That would make sense, wouldn't it?
Yeah.
- That would be neat. - Yes!
Not actually as simple as that, though.
Why?
Because I can still feel it inside me!
You know, I've been waiting for it to do something,
like to dissipate, to burst!
I've been waiting so fucking long, and nothing I'm doing is working!
Look, look.
When we first met, you were talking about violence.
This isn't you, Heather.
This isn't you.
This isn't your world.
Why are you doing this?
Huh?
Isn't this sad?
What?
[VOICE BREAKING] I used to really, really like you.
Like, I really thought we were best friends.
[SOBBING SOFTLY]
Oh, God, I...
I wish I could find some empathy from somewhere
because I know that's what I'm supposed to do.
And I get it, I'm a hypocrite, [CHUCKLES] but I'm...
Yeah.
Yeah, I kind of feel I'm okay with that, though.
So, here's the thing.
What if I told you that Simon was dead already?
What?
That I wasn't really speaking to anyone on the phone earlier
and that I'd actually hacked him to death
in a little jealous rage.
And he is currently stuffed in a cupboard under the stairs
till I work out what to do with him.
And what if I also told you that I was planning to use this knife,
to extract the baby from your stomach whilst you're still alive?
So you can watch me take it from you
and cradle it in my arms before you bled to death.
So, what do you think?
How do you feel about all of that?
I think you're insane.
There's an impact to everything a person does.
Like, even the simplest moment, even a single word can have an effect.
I...
I just wish we could all be nicer to each other...
Nice? You call this nice? This is nice?
You're insane!
You're fucking... Help! Let me go!
Somebody, help me! Someone, let me go!
- Help! Help, someone! - [CHAIR THUDDING]
Someone, help me!
Someone let me go! Help!
Someone, help me! Someone, help...
[MUFFLED PROTESTING]
[MUFFLED SHOUTING]
[CELL PHONE BEEPS]
I've thought many times about how to solve this,
and whatever it is inside me.
I really wanted it to be solved with something beautiful.
You know.
So much of me wanted to be able to get pregnant,
so that I could pour all my remaining love into a child.
And that would, in some ways, create a new start.
But when I found out what Simon had been doing,
and I realised it was you,
I think something really simple happened.
My body emptied of any kind of joy.
Any kind of hope.
And I found out what it was to hate.
I now know why so many people do the things that they do.
I hope you'll understand.
You see,
there are choices we must make
between kindness and cruelty.
And, unfortunately,
there's something inside me telling me that kindness won't work.
Not with you.
Unless I've got that wrong.
Have I got it wrong?
Hmm?
Have I got you wrong?
I'm trusting you not to run.
I'm hoping you'll understand
that what I'm doing
is for all of us.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[GROANS]
I don't want to hurt you, Carla!
[GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
HEATHER: You may as well come back down.
Come on, Carla, let's talk it out.
I'm sorry your dad did what he did to you.
Thank you.
I'm sorry you had such a shitty upbringing.
Thank you.
I really wish things had been different.
Did you really kill Simon?
I don't understand.
You don't like violence, but you do it.
You think it's wrong, but you do it.
I don't get what it is I'm supposed to be learning.
You hate revenge, but you're doing it.
Why am I here?
Do you feel better now?
Are you going to kill me and then feel better?
Are you going to rip my baby from me and then feel better?
I may have been violent in the past,
but I never planned anything out all detailed like this.
Even when I was at my worst at school, I never thought about it this much.
I don't know why I would do it.
I mean, we're animals, right? My instincts kick in.
I'm not sure that your version all...
All reasoned out, all justified in your head is better than mine.
I'm acting on impulse, you planned it.
You've been talking about this thing inside you growing.
I know what it is.
Everyone has it.
It's fucking disappointment.
It's a massive fucking sense
that everything life was supposed to be
is never gonna happen.
And, in fact, it's gonna be worse than you ever imagined.
I got it younger than you.
And it's still there.
You're no different to me.
You're no different to anyone.
Not everyone feels like that.
- Yeah, everyone does. - No.
No, it's a cycle.
You know, you were hurt, so you hurt others.
You don't get to be happy, so nobody else does. It's disgusting.
- You're doing it, too. - Am I?
You don't think your action is the same?
No.
Then you're more insane than I thought.
No, no, no.
Look. See?
I have nothing else now.
I want you to think really carefully
about what your instincts are telling you right now.
Want you to think about your baby.
To think about your other children.
I want you to make a decision based on everything that has happened
right back to when we were kids, right up to now.
I have threatened you with death.
I have told you I want to take your child from you.
I have told you I've killed Simon, the father of your unborn child.
I haven't done anything seriously violent towards you yet,
but I have suggested to you that I will.
I want you to listen
to everything happening in your head and your heart right now.
Is it to be kindness or violence?
- What have you got in your pocket? - Make your choice.
- Is that another knife? - Make your choice.
What have you got in your pocket? I don't trust you.
Show me your hand.
Show... Show me...
[GROANS]
[GASPING SOFTLY]
[OBJECT CLATTERS]
[DOOR OPENS]
SIMON: Heather?
[CHUCKLING SOFTLY]
SIMON: You home?
[WHISPERING] Good girl.
Heather?
[HEATHER GROANS]
- Heather? Hey, hey, hey, hey... - [CHOKING AND GURGLING]
Baby, what happened?
It's okay, it's okay.
Heather, Heather. Heather?
[CHOKING STOPS]
[SIMON SOBBING SOFTLY]
[CARLA SOBBING]
[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS]
YOUNG CARLA: Heather!
[SOBBING] Come back!
[CRYING]
SIMON: What have you done?
RUBY'S MOTHER: Ruby.
Come away.
- Oh, my... - No, no, no, no.
- Ruby... - No.
RUBY'S MOTHER: Ruby, what are you doing?
SIMON: No!
No, no! No! No, no, no!
- It's okay, just go. - [RUBY WHIMPERS]
No, no. She... She murdered my wife.
No, no, stay back! We know what you've done! Stay back!
[POLICE SIREN WAILING]
[BUZZING]