01x01 - Episode 1

[bunniefuu]

[intriguing music plays]

[p*stol c*ck]

[single g*nsh*t reverberates]

[helicopter whirring]

[eerie ambiental playing]

[ambient music plays]

- [girl] What's in my eye?
- [woman] What is in your eye?

[girl laughing]

[girl] Which one is it?

Nearly there.

[girl] Are we there yet?

[man] We are indeed.

[woman] And here we are.

[man] Youse ready?

[girl] I'm so excited.

Welcome to Glasgow, kids.

- [woman] Got your coats?
- [girl] No, we're fine.

- [man] This is it.
- [boy] Do we have the whole thing?

Not the whole thing. We
don't have the basement.

But we've got that
floor, that floor,

[reaching] that
floor and that floor.

- [man] Do you like it?
- Yeah.

- Let's get inside.
- Come on, Fay. Let's get that…

[man] Right, big man. You
gonna help open this door?

- [boy] Yeah.
- [Fay] Me, too.

[man] Right, big push. Go.

I'm gonna claim the biggest bed!

I'm gonna get the
biggest and best bed!

- Careful.
- Hey, look.

- [man] What is it?
- I dunno.

[door shutting heavily]

- What is it?
- It's a box of biscuits.

"Here's to good
neighbours, see you soon."

Jan, 9A, basement flat.

Isn't that lovely?

Yeah.

Who's Jan?

We haven't met her yet.
She lives downstairs.

Well, shall we see
our new home first?

Come on, let's explore.

[Fay laughing, man
growls playfully]

[Fay screaming and
chatting in background]

[man] Go, go, go, go.

Yep, yep, yep, yep!

[Fay squeals and giggles]

[Fay] Wow.

It's a palace.

[boy] We could play
football in here.

Not with those windows
you won't, kid.

[boy] Can we have
takeaway? Pizza?

[woman] I dunno,
maybe. We'll see.

It is incredible.

[man growls exuberantly]

[Fay] I'm gonna get
the best, biggest room!

[boy] Let's go and get them.

[boy] Whoa! Have a look at this.

[Fay] It's massive.

- [man] You'll be able to swim in that.
- [Fay] We can all swim in it.

- [boy] Can we go outside?
- [man] 'Course.

Come on, Fay.

That's pretty good.

Yeah, really good.

So, is our new home.

I mean, it's a bit scary.

Scary?

Yeah. You're from down the
road. I don't know anyone here.

You've got
what's-her-name. Anne.

I haven't seen her for 15 years.

All right, but, I mean
we'll make new friends.

Anyway, what's the difference
between scary and exciting?

Maybe, you're excited.

[soft chuckle]

[man] Megged him. Megged him.

[man] Give it, give it, ow!

[all laughing]

[woman] Go on, Fay,
get it off him.

[woman] You guys must be thirsty.
Here, Paul, have a drink.

[Paul] There's no
time for drinks, Mum.

[Fay] Paul, pass.

[man 2] Hi.

Um, I'm from downstairs.

And I wondered if
you'd like some pizza?

[Fay] We just wanted pizza.

Hang on a second, can we
introduce ourselves first, please.

This is Fay and Paul. I'm
Rebecca, this is Martyn.

Hi.

Uh, you must be Jan?

Yeah. Um… Go on.

Yeah. Well, yeah… Um…

Jan.

But people call me Jan and
I answer to anything, so...

Hi. Hi, Jan.

Um, thank you so much
for those biscuits.

Oh, right. Yeah.

Well, I didn't think you'd have time to
cook tonight, with everything going on.

That's so kind.

Are you a pizza maker?

Who me? Oh, no.

You should be. This is good.

Really good.

Thank you.

Okay. Big smiles guys.

Oh, sorry. I hope
you don't mind.

Yeah, no. No, no. It's fine.

Three, two, one.

[camera shutter clicks]

So, do you live below us?

I do, yes. Aye.

You're in the old servants'
quarters, aren't you?

My dad thought you were a woman.

Oh!

- [Paul] It's true.
- Hey, sorry.

[kids laughing]

[Martyn] What do you do, Jan?

I'm an architect, myself. I've got
a new office on Berkley Street.

My design's been shortlisted

- for the new Arts Hub.
- Aye. Very good. Um. I work from home.

- Doing what, if you don't mind me asking?
- I buy and sell NFTs.

So. Non-fungible tokens.

Uh, it's part of
the Crypto thing.

Oh, aye.

Thought all that had taken
a bit of a dive, hadn't it?

Goes up and down.

[scoffs] Anyway.

Um…

Nice to meet you all.

- Thank you. Bye.
- Bye.

Thank you so much.

And, uh… I'll bring
the board back.

Okay.

What a nice man.

Yeah. Lovely.

How could this get any better?

Play your cards right,
something might happen later.

Oh, yeah?

Get an early night.

Yeah.

[kids laughing]

[Fay] I'm gonna
get in before you.

[Martyn] Are the flippers
really necessary?

- [Fay] Yeah.
- Yes. Don't get in without me.

[Rebecca] Go on, in you get.

Is it warm enough?

[Fay] Yeah.

[Rebecca] Oh, is
that your weapon?

Fay!

- [kids laughing]
- [Martyn screaming] Mercy! Mercy!

[Rebecca] Get him,
get him, get him!

Yeah, that is a slide. Are
you gonna come in with us?

[chatter continues indistinctly]

[Martyn] Five more minutes.

- [Fay laughs]
- [emphatically] Five more minutes.

- [kids screaming]
- [Martyn] Peace, peace!

[sinister music plays]

[soft music playing]

[both start breathing heavily]

Oh, wait, shall we
close the shutters?

There's no one overlooking us.

[both breathing heavily]

[rhythmic banging from above]

[heavy breathing
audible from above]

I love it here.

This place is amazing.

Hey.

It's your Dad's
birthday next weekend.

I know, I know. I'm not
saying let's go over.

[Martyn] Good.

But how about they come here?

No.

- Come on.
- [Martyn] No.

My dad's never coming
here, he'd spoil it.

Find some fault with
the house and just…

we don't need that. Nobody
needs that, all right? So, no.

Okay.

I didn't mean to bite
your head off about it.

I'm sorry.

[softly] Apology accepted.

[intense music plays]

[music intensifies]

[Martyn] Right, you two.

Up. Fay, let's get a picture.

I want a picture out the
front here, with the door in.

- [Fay] Where do you want...
- First day of new school. Big day.

Come on in, Mum.

[Rebecca] Okay.

[Martyn] You ready? Smiles!

[camera shutter clicks]

- [Martyn] Yeah!
- [Rebecca] Great.

Right, here, gimme
a hug goodbye.

Where you going? It's
the first day of school.

It's my first proper
day in the office.

- Can't you go a bit later?
- I've got to deliver the Hub brochures.

I promise-I'll do the school
run tomorrow, all right?

- You better.
- Right, have fun.

Why isn't daddy coming with us?

'Cause he's got an important first
day today with his competition.

Big Issue.

Big Issue.

[chuckling]

[indistinct remark]

[phone ringing]

Martyn Berwick Architects.

Yeah. Speaking.

Ah, sorry, I'm gonna
stop you right there, um…

[Martyn] We don't do
extensions or loft conversions.

We're commissioned architects
working on large-scale projects.

No, not at all and, uh,
thank you for your inquiry.

Yeah.

[peaceful music plays]

[Martyn] John, hey.

Martyn. How you doing? Hello.

These are for you and
members of the jury.

A few more images and angles.

I was gonna call
you this morning.

Your design went forward
last night with our blessing.

We've given it the big
push, so, moment of truth.

- The committee meet tomorrow.
- When do you think we'll hear?

Never can tell.

They have been known to
make quick decisions.

I was looking at the model.

It'll be a building that makes
people go "what is that place?"

I mean, its own advertising
logo. It's the Glasgow Arts Hub.

I agree. Everything
crossed, all right?

- I've gotta go. I'll speak to you soon.
- Thanks for all your support.

No worries. Put the
champagne on ice.

[loud knocking on window]

Jan.

Uh, lentil soup.

If you like lentil soup,
I made too much, so…

Um…

I love lentil soup.
Yeah. Thank you.

I was just staring at a
salad going, "Really?"

So, thank you.

Hey, do you wanna join me?

Oh, no, I'm…

No, no, please. Come on.

Come in.

You're a really good cook, Jan.

- Oh.
- Take it from me.

There's lentil soup,
and there's lentil soup.

So, are you-are
you from Glasgow?

Um…

I was adopted.

So…

I dunno.

But I grew up in Campbeltown.
Near the bottom of Kintyre.

I went to Inveraray once.

A few hours on from that. It's…

it's at the end of
the road to nowhere.

Makes you feel trapped.

So, how did you leave, uh, when...
sorry, when, when did you leave?

It took a while, um…

I mean…

I wanted away from when I was…

I dunno, not even 10.

I mean, where'd
you go at that age?

My mum was a single mum,
and I'm an only child…

and, um, when she died, I…

Yeah, I realised I felt no
ties to where I grew up.

To anywhere.

It's a strange feeling.

But this is home now.

Can I just say, um…

that's a lovely colour on you.

It's beautiful.

I'm… I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to...

No, no.

Thank you.

I was thinking earlier,
is this a good top?

And you like it,
and I like it too.

Yeah.

[peaceful music plays]

Thank you. That was perfect.

[Jan scoffs]

Thanks.

Bye.

[gentle piano music plays]

[serene uneasy music playing]

[Martyn] And your teachers?

[Paul] Mr Manzy.

Right, so Mr Manzy and Miss…

[Fay] Godbold.

And what are they
like? Are they nice?

Yeah. Miss Godbold's
very pretty.

[Martyn] Oh, is she?

She's got shiny red lips.

Oh, nice.

Oh, and, uh, Jan came round for lunch.
He, um, he brought up some soup.

It was really nice.

- [Paul] Did he bring any biscuits?
- [Rebecca laughs]

[Martyn] Oh, biscuits and
suddenly we're interested, eh?

- No biscuits and…
- [giggling]

Okay, Fay, Fay.

Come on bath-time, 'cause
I wanna wash your hair.

[Martyn] I know, I
know, darling. Come on.

[Martyn groans lightly]

- [Rebecca] Come on.
- [Fay] No.

- Same to you, let's go.
- Not washing hair.

[Rebecca] Yes, it's all tangled.

[Martyn growls playfully]
Listen to your mother, children!

- [Fay screams playfully]
- Listen to your mother!

[shouting and banging upstairs]

[Jan sighs, clears throat]

[sighs]

[soft chime]

- [indistinct chatter]
- Hello.

- [American man] Good morning.
- Yes, good morning.

The market seems pretty flat.

Yeah.

The floor price is low,
yeah. Has been all day.

- The burn rate's decreased.
- Will it go lower?

Let's say sink or dip.

That's the name of
the game, isn't it?

When to jump.

Yeah, let me know if
it drops at your end.

Sure, will do.

Bye.

[sighs]

[church bell tolls]

[sound of shower running]

[intriguing music plays]

[water gurgling]

[water flows through pipes]

- [woman] Oh, my God!
- Hello, oh, my God!

- Can't believe you're here.
- So, good to see you.

- Jesus Christ, you haven't aged a day.
- Oh, shut up.

[Rebecca] Look at you.

It's amazing to see you.

- How have you been?
- I'm good. How the kids?

Yeah, they're all right.

Wow. I can't believe you
live in the same city as me.

- I know. It's insane.
- How's the new house?

The house is ridiculous. I
can't wait for you to see it.

- Thank you very much.
- Enjoy.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

This is where you
bring dates, is it?

[woman] Hmm. Yeah, there's
lots of booths near the back,

so it's nice and intimate.

No, I mean, God, dating
is just a nightmare.

Why?

Well, it's just impossible
because I'm never here.

They get fed up. They
think I'm not keen.

Like, you know, next
week I'm in Oban Monday,

Edinburgh Tuesday, Thursday
Dumbarton, Friday Aberdeen.

All over.

What about you? Going back
to work? Gene therapy, right?

Yeah, gene therapy
and stem cells.

I mean… I just don't know if
seven years out is a bit too long.

Hey, I've got an ex
who co-owns BioSCG.

- Do you know it?
- Oh, my God, yeah.

I can put you in touch with him.

If you want.

I mean, it's a phone
call. And he's lovely.

If you're not his girlfriend.

I mean, I could just ask
him to give you a call.

Okay, you can make that call.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, before I change my mind.

[laughing] Okay.

[knocking on door]

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, my version of lentil soup.

I hope you like a vanilla slice.
It's one of my guilty pleasures.

Ha! I'm sharing my
secrets with you.

Yeah. Uh, thanks.

Uh, I'd ask you in, but, um…

Oh, no, no, God.
It's fine, it's fine.

Enjoy, bye!

Bye.

Oh.

Thought you might
need some help.

Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you.

Vanilla slice was nice, thanks.

Oh, good. Um, I'm gonna
have mine with the children.

Crumbs everywhere, mind.

Oh, God, don't. And
I've just hoovered.

You must look lovely
in those, too.

[sinister music plays]

Hello?

- Hello, hello.
- Hiya.

- Hey, darling.
- Hi.

How are we, big man?

Can't talk, we're
doing our homework.

[Rebecca] Science homework.

So, please don't distract us.

All right. No distractions.

- How'd it go with your mate?
- With Anne?

- Yeah.
- It was great. I've invited her over.

Thought maybe have a dinner
party with the Hub people.

Oh, yeah, that'd be nice.

Have you heard anything?

No, but…

…they're texting and making me
feel wanted, so it's encouraging!

Oh, good.

You okay?

Yeah.

Something weird happened today.

- [Martyn] Weird?
- Yeah. I was, um…

I was hanging out the
washing in the backyard

and Jan came out,
and we were chatting,

but then he saw
some of my underwear

and suddenly said, "I bet
you look lovely in those."

- What?
- I know.

Then he just walked off, like I
wasn't even sure, if he'd said it.

I mean, he did, but there
was no build-up or anything.

Okay, well, um…

Yeah.

- I mean, I'm not saying do anything.
- No, I mean…

if it happens again, or anything
like it, I'll be having a word.

Yeah, I know. I'm
sure it won't, but…

Oh, after seeing Anne,

I thought your dad's
birthday, get him a present.

Here.

Well, I've thought
about that, and…

We're not going.

It's only twelve days after we've
moved, it's just bad timing.

It's his 70th.

And your mum invited us. Never
mind your dad, think of her.

When was the last
time you saw her?

Corrine's funeral.

Right, so maybe she's wanting
happier times to remember.

Do it for your mum,
okay. We can't not go.

[kids chattering in car]

- [Martyn] Right.
- [Rebecca] Okay.

I know it's only an hour, but
has everyone been to the loo?

[kids] Yes!

I always feel sick going home.

[car engine starts]

[ambient music plays]

[Fay] How far's Grandma's?

[Martyn] Nearly
there, I promise.

Oh. Here they come!

Oh, hello, hello!

- Grandma!
- Oh, there you are.

- It's so good to see you.
- [Fay] Hi, Grandma.

Hello, look at you!
You look so pretty.

So what's this? Is this
presents for Grandad?

- Yeah.
- How marvellous.

He's indoors, go and
give them to him.

- Have you made a special cake?
- I've made a special cake.

She's never gonna
forget that cake.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- It's lovely to see you.
- And you.

I put the children in the spare
room. They're big enough now.

They might come in
with us, but thank you.

Hi, Son.

So, how was the move?

Ah, usual carry on.

It was great, we've got
some photos to show you.

Brian's already got some photos
downloaded from the Internet.

Is Brian here?

- [man] Hiya!
- Grandpa!

- [Paul] Happy birthday!
- How you doing? Thank you!

Thank you.

[grandpa laughs] Oh,
it's lovely to see you!

[man 2] Rebecca.

Hiya, bro.

How are you?

Eh? Good to see
you. Looking good.

Come and give us a hug.
Just a quick one, eh?

- [groans]
- [Martyn] Aye. Aye, aye, aye.

Whereas you…

can have as long as you
like. Rebecca, how you doing?

- I'm very good, how are you?
- Good, good.

- What's this?
- It's your present.

Ahh!

Boy-boys, boys.

Come on. Let's be
fraternal and bond, eh?

Eh? [laughs]

- Oh, dear.
- [Martyn] Jeez.

Where's the birthday
boy? Hello, Allan.

- [Martyn] All right, Dad.
- Hi, Son.

Behave.

- [Rebecca] Happy birthday.
- [Allan] Thank you.

That's fantastic, keeps
my lugs warm as well, eh?

Oh, that's wonderful.

- [Fay] Is that you?
- Hey?

- [Paul] Next to Aunty Corrine?
- Aye.

That's me in the
Parachute Regiment.

Uh…

That's your great-grandad there.

And that's him with,
uh, his wife, my mum.

Hey. Come on, come here.

Ah, it's great to see you. Hey.

I'm looking for Mr - Mrs Studs.

Right. So, uh, he
and, uh, Mrs who?

- Studs.
- Do you want a drink?

- [Fay] I'm gonna go with this one.
- [Paul] Cup of tea.

That's the age he likes them.
When they do what they're told.

He's in his element.

- Okay, shall we?
- Oh, yeah, please. Thank you.

[Fay talks about the game]

[Allan] No. Right.
Remember where it is.

Wait. Now, your turn.

Concentrate. Where is it?

What?

No.

I know that look. What?

So, uh…

are you glad to be
home then, Mr West End?

Coulda bought four houses here for
what you've paid for a postcode, bro.

But it's not just a house is it?

- It's a historic house.
- Mmh.

With style. Something
you'd know nothing about.

But because of my job and
because I've got style,

I appreciate it.

Pretty hefty mortgage as
well I imagine, Mr Style?

I've got plenty of work coming in.
Don't you worry about it, brother.

[all singing] ♪ Happy
birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ Dear Grandpa ♪

♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To you ♪

[all cheering]

[all clapping]

[grandma] Cake for everyone.

Yeah. And extra strawberries.

[Allan] Here, look at this.

Oh, here, there's
your dad. Look.

That's when he was clay
pigeon sh**ting, eh.

What's clay pigeon sh**ting?

Eh, oh, you get, um, it's
like a wee, uh, disk of clay,

and it gets fired out a trap, and
you with your shotgun go, bang!

sh**t it down.

Aye, your dad showed... he
showed a lot of promise,

but, um, he sort
of lost interest.

But your Aunty Corrine.
Oh, my goodness.

Look at this.

Here you are, first prize.

Corrine, she was
exceptional. She really was.

I liked Aunty Corrine.

Aye, I know love.

She was a wee
cr*cker, wasn't she?

[Allan] There's another
prize. Young Shot of the Year…

It's lovely to hear him
speaking about Corrine.

[Allan] That
amazing, hey? Anyway…

[Brian] Make some space, then.

Here he comes.

Here he comes.

[Brian] Ahh.

Lucky me.

[laughter in the background]

[pensive ambient music plays]

[Martyn in flashback] Dad.

Dad.

Dad. No. No.

No. You see the doctor.
Then what? Then what?

Jesus Christ.

What are you doing?

She wouldn't have died if
he'd put her on that trial.

She wasn't eligible.

He cancelled her appointment.

That was the hospital!

There was nothing
more they could do!

[music intensifies]

[Allan] You can hold
it, if you want there.

Ah, look. That's it.

No!

So, you see that
wee cross? See that?

- Yeah.
- That's called the reticule.

[quiet laughter]

- Oh, there you are.
- Hey, are you okay?

[Martyn] Paul!

[Allan] Nice and steady.

[Martyn panicked] Paul! Paul!

[firmly] Put that down.

Give me that thing.
Get inside to your mum.

Move!

- What the hell are you playing at?
- I'm just showing them the r*fle, Martyn.

These are my kids. I don't want
them near them f*cking things.

I will never forgive
you for this.

[dog barking in the distance]

Why are you letting
them down there?

- [Brian] Come on, mate.
- Just sit on your a*s...

[indistinct shouting]

Get in the car. Move!

[Eileen] I knew they
were in the garden,

I knew they were in the
shed, but I had no idea.

If I'd known he'd
got his g*ns out I...

In the car. Seatbelts. Fay,
seatbelt on. Now! Paul, move!

Please. Martyn, please.

Just come back inside, and
we can talk about this.

Mum, I don't want my
kids anywhere near g*ns.

I know that. I know that, and
it will never happen again.

They shouldn't be anywhere near 'em.
Full stop. And neither should he.

We're going, okay.
We're leaving.

Bye, Grandma.

[Eileen] Bye. Lots of love.

[Eileen] Bye.

[Eileen] Bye!

[sobbing]

[Fay] Why are we leaving? I
thought we were staying the night.

[Rebecca] No, we're not
gonna stay the night anymore.

What was Grandad
showing you in there?

- He showed me his g*n.
- [Fay] And he said we can go hunting.

[Rebecca] No, you're
not going hunting.

We don't play with
g*ns. They're not toys.

[emotive music playing]

Sorry for shouting
earlier, okay?

It's okay.

Night-night.

[gentle piano music plays]

- Paul.
- Yeah?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Do you think Dad's okay?

Yeah. He's fine.

[intense music plays]

[c*ck p*stol]

Dad.

Don't.

[Rebecca] Hey.

I really can't
believe he did that.

I thought he'd given up his g*ns
after the whole Corrine thing.

He said he would.

He said he had.

I mean, after that…

He was grieving
back then, though.

To have your child
die in front of you.

I'd say he was
calmer now, though.

Hey, much calmer.

[Paul] Ronnie. Spin.

Forwards.

- Tuna sandwiches without the crusts on.
- And wink.

And wink. Okay.
You can have that.

[Rebecca] Right, pop this on.

- Undeed.
- [Rebecca] Undeed? Is that a word?

You can do that bit.

- Have you heard anything from the Hub?
- Not yet. Right.

Team Berwick, we
are all gonna have

the greatest, bestest, most
brilliant day ever, all right?

- And that is an order, okay?
- [Fay] Yes, sir.

- [Paul] Okay.
- Love to see it.

[Rebecca] Oh, God, please, wait.

- [Martyn] Love you guys. Love ya.
- Let's go, let's go!

- [Fay] Did you bring everything?
- Did I bring everything?

Well, I've got you
and I've got you.

And I've got me. So, I think so.

- [Fay] What drink did you bring?
- What drink did I bring?

[Rebecca] You've got the
orange squash you asked for…

[voices fade]

[distant jackhammer vibrates]

[phone ringing]

[ring]

[ring]

[ring]

John.

You keep me in suspense.
Uh, what's the news?

[John on phone]
Ha ha. So, Martyn.

Look, the committee loved
you, they loved your design.

Mm-hmm.

Unfortunately, they've decided
to go with another architect.

I know this isn't what
you wanted to hear.

Yeah, I'm…

…naturally disappointed. You
know, how could I not be?

But, um…

it was nice to be in the
frame and, uh, you know just…

good luck with it all, yeah, um…

hope it's, hope it's
a massive success.

Thank you. Really
appreciate that, Martyn.

- Good luck going forward.
- Okay, you too.

- Okay, thanks. Bye.
- Bye.

[bang on wall]

[yelling] f*ck!

[furious] Oh!

[alarm wailing in outside]

[sinister music playing]

Stop it. It's fine.

[tense music plays]

[footfalls overhead]

[phone ringing]

[ring]

Have you heard?

[Martyn on phone] Sorry, hello?

Yeah, hi.

You… you cut out for
a second there. Um…

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Just…

No word yet. They haven't heard,

so they want to
take me out to lunch

to a top restaurant, um…

Wow, that's great!

Let me know how it goes.

Yeah, okay. Bye.

Bye, good l...

[phone call cuts out]

[tense music continues]

- Good afternoon. You joining us for lunch?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Table for one?
- Yeah, just myself.

Do you want to take the window?

I can hang your coat for you.

Thanks.

Good afternoon, sir. Can I
get you anything to drink?

Um… I'll have a glass
of champagne, please.

- And the taster menu.
- Absolutely.

[Paul] Last one to the
door is- a bucket face!

- [Fay] Paul's the last one.
- [Rebecca] Paul, be nice.

[Paul] No, the bucket
face is you, Fay.

Oh, look. It's a
card and flowers!

[Rebecca] Oh, no
don't. Don't touch it.

[Fay] It's for you.

[Paul] Can we play
on the tablet?

Um…

Yeah.

[kids run upstairs]

[ominous music plays]

[music becomes more sinister]

[phone ringing]

Hey,

Hey, hey. Um…

Just walking into a meeting.
Literally a face-to-face.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, um…good luck.

Call you in a bit, okay?

All right, bye.

Bye.

[music intensifies]

[Paul] Look at that dragon.

[Fay laughs] He's acting
like the whole castle's his.

[Paul laughing] Look at
him, he has one tooth.

Hi. Uh, this is Martyn
Berwick Architects.

You called last week about
an extension you're planning

and we have just this week
expanded our workforce

so if you're still
looking for an architect,

we can now offer that service.

Oh, excellent. Yeah. Uh, no,
just really happy we can help.

Uh, just give me a second, okay,

and I'll see where we
can fit you in the diary.

Okay, thank you.

Hello.

Yes. How's next week?

[Rebecca] Fay. Come here, now.
We need to finish your hair.

- [Fay] Stop it!
- [Rebecca] Fay!

- I don't like it!
- [Rebecca] Paul, tell her.

[Paul] She won't listen to me.

Right, well I'm coming down.

Come on, young lady, we're
not playing this game.

- Daddy!
- Hello, darling. Oh!

[Paul] Hi, Dad.

How was your meeting
with the Hub people?

Were they the people
you had dinner with?

[Martyn] Yeah. Um…

Mummy got flowers and a card
with lots of kisses in it

by the biscuit man downstairs.

Yeah, okay, why don't you two play in
the front room with Ronnie and Rosie.

Go on. Have a little race.

Ronnie and Rosie,
take them with you.

And take this, Fay.

That's it, good girl. Hurry up.

Don't… don't touch it. It
will stain your fingers.

I know.

[Martyn reading] "You took
my photo, can I take yours?

You invited me in,

and when I said you look lovely,

you said you liked it.

So did I.

I like watching you.

I like thinking of you in those
things you were hanging up.

And I like sharing secrets..."

- Okay, don't read anymore.
- "And when I licked your vanilla slice?"

I wanted to throw it away, but
if the children saw me do...

What the f*ck-what
vanilla slice?

He brought me some soup.

Then he's licking
your vanilla slice?

Yes, I took him a
cake as a gesture.

- f*ck this.
- Martyn, what are you doing?

Martyn, you're
gonna make it worse.

[tense music plays]

[bangs on window]

[banging on door]

[doorbell rings]

[doorbell rings multiple times]

Jan!

Jan!

Open up!

[banging on door]

[banging on window]

I know you're in there.

Jan, open the door!

Unacceptable.

Unacceptable and inappropriate.

Leave my f*cking wife alone.

Do you hear me?

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

So…

what did he say?

He apologised.

He wouldn't come out,

but from the other side of
the door, he said sorry.

So, it's been put right.

Okay. It's done.

Okay.

Anyway tell me about your
meeting with the Hub people.

God.

What?

I've pulled out.

What do you mean?

I had to.

They lied ab...

They didn't tell me
they've had a funding cut.

Which isn't their fault,

but the Hub budget's
been reduced by a third,

and you can't build
my design for that.

- Why didn't they tell you?
- I don't know.

But slash the budget by that
much and it's a simple decision.

Can't be done.

It's impossible.

Just wish they'd been
straight with me.

- [Rebecca] How do you feel?
- [Martyn] Really sad.

You know, disappointed.

It was a great design.

It is a great design.

There'll be other projects.

[Martyn, though computer] And
we come here for a better life.

And there's a great,
big, beautiful park

right there on our doorstep

which none of us
have been to yet.

So, tomorrow we're
gonna get the kids,

we're gonna explore, and
we're gonna have some fun.

[Rebecca] Sounds like a plan.

[lively chatter]

Oh, head. Nice!

[Rebecca] Out we go.

[indistinct chatter]

- I'm gonna nutmeg you ten times!
- You're not gonna nutmeg anybody.

[Fay] Yes, we are!

We're gonna nutmeg you!

[Martyn] Far enough. Don't
run close to that road.

- Tag no returns.
- Tag no returns.

[Martyn] Hey, wait till
we're off the stairs…

[Paul] Wait till we get to
the bottom of the stairs.

[Rebecca, mock American
accent] Bottom of the stairs.

[kids laughing]

[boisterous chatter]

High five.

[Fay] So, next time can
we go to the skate park?

[Rebecca] Yes, well, we could,

if Paul's gonna teach
us all to skate.

But I don't need
to tell you that.

[kids screaming happily]

Becs.

Police Scotland.

"I am writing to report the neighbours
who live directly above me."

"I can hear things in the flat. The
people upstairs have two small children."

"And I can hear them doing unspeakable
things to those little children." What?

"Telling them to do the worst
things you can imagine."

- What is this?
- Oh, my God.

"The severity and frequency
of these occurrences

have left me deeply troubled,
which is why I'm writing to you."

[Martyn] "Touching
them. Hurting them."

"Further investigation
is warranted and I trust

that your department will
take immediate action.

[Paul and Fay scream playfully]

[Rebecca] Why is he
doing this to us?

[banging on door]

[police officer] Mr
Boyd, it's the police.

Mr Boyd, it's the police.
Can we have a word, please?

Mr Boyd?

[policeman] We're chasing our
tails here. This one's not for us.

Okay, Mr and Mrs Berwick, if
you keep hold of this for now

the Child Protection
Unit will be in contact.

What? You're not
just going, are you?

What would you like us
to do, Mr… Mr Berwick?

You've just read this.
He's harassing us!

I have, and that is Mr Boyd reporting
what he believes to be a crime,

which he's entirely
entitled to do.

And what are we entitled to?
How about some protection?

As of now, as far
as we're aware,

Mr Boyd has not
committed a crime.

This is a f*cking joke!

[police officer] There's
nothing more we can do.

[Rebecca] Oh, my God.

Are you serious?

[car engine starts]

[soft chime]

Look at me and listen, okay?

I'm gonna sort this…

I will not let
this happen to us.

- [Rebecca] What are we gonna do?
- [Martyn] Plenty, just you watch.

[Martyn] He's a f*cking weirdo,
and this stops right now.

[tense music plays]

[indistinct voices,
city traffic]

[tense music swells]

[music subsides]

[end theme music plays]