(graphic whooshing)
(pensive music)
(traffic whooshing)
(siren howling)
(horn blaring)
(water babbling)
(horn blaring)
(Lukas gasping)
(water babbling)
(Lukas gasping)
(dramatic music)
(melancholic music)
(people chattering)
(people chattering)
(bell ringing)
(trike creaking)
(melancholic music)
(traffic whooshing)
(door creaking)
I can see it in your eyes
- Hi.
Hi.
Can I have a pint, please?
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
Oh, I haven't got my wallet, mate.
Is that gonna be a...
Oh, no, come.
- [Bartender] Sorry. Can't.
- What do you mean, you can't?
- [Bartender] Can't you
just pay off your phone.
- With you lot.
You've heard about that Russian
cybersecurity going around.
You haven't, right?
Come here.
Now, they can get into your phone, right?
Track your movements.
Drain your bank account
like that.
(fingers snapping)
It's f*cking serious, mate.
And it's Christmas, mate.
And you can't be a d*ck
at Christmas, can you?
It's not Christian.
- [Bartender] Sorry mate. I'm not allowed.
(hand thwacking)
- sh*t. (groans)
Right, ow, you are on my list.
How'd you like that.
Hello, mate.
You wouldn't?
Would you buy me a...
- Can I buy you a drink?
- Yeah.
- No, I can't.
- Can't.
Thank you.
(hand thwacking)
- What the heck are you doing?
- Ah, mate. I know.
Just bear with, a bit strange.
You, sir, owe this poor sir a pint
to apologize for my awful behavior.
And I'll have this one.
You know, waste not,
want not and all that.
And, you know, well, (indistinct).
What do we say?
I don't know either.
Wait.
- Geez. What a d*ck.
Sorry, mate.
I'll grab you another.
- It's fine.
- [Bartender] Oh.
- I was leaving anyway.
- All right.
Merry Christmas.
(horn blaring)
(engines rumbling)
(Lukas gasping)
(horn blaring)
(pensive music)
(phone clicking)
(brakes squealing)
(water babbling)
(bus whooshing)
(engine rumbling)
(traffic whooshing)
(feet clacking)
- Hello, mate.
Hi.
- What do you want now?
- Nothing. No, no.
I just...
I vomited over there,
and the smell of the vomit is
making me want to vomit again.
You know?
And I'm worried that
the smell of that vomit
is gonna make me wanna vomit again.
That's gonna keep going
until I eventually die.
Right. Look.
I can see things clearly now,
and I just want to apologize.
- It's fine. I don't care.
- Yeah.
A bit of a bad day and
I took it out on you,
which is a d*ck move, but...
- Yeah. But we all have rough days.
- True.
But...
(zip buzzing)
Let me make it up to you.
Oh, sh*t.
- So you found your wallet?
- [Oliver] Huh?
- You found your wallet?
Oh yeah, yeah.
No, that was all a ploy, mate.
- You don't look like someone
who needs to beg for a pint.
- No, exactly.
Right. Listen to this, right?
Other day, walking along the High Street,
right, on the High Street,
there's a bookshop.
In the shop, there's a book.
Book's called "How to
Become Rich by Begging."
You know?
I think usual bollocks, probably dribble,
but it gets me thinking, right?
Take my parents, for example.
They are rich.
I mean, they're like wealthy
they're so rich, you know?
But everywhere they go,
they always want to
get something for free,
which is ridiculous, you know?
It's like giving laxative to someone
with diarrhea, you know what I mean?
And then it gets me thinking,
"Isn't theirs just a
twisted form of begging?"
- But if your parents are already rich,
how do you become rich by begging?
- I said I saw a book, mate.
Not that I read it.
Thank you.
- Are you a musician
or something? (laughs)
- Me? this?
No, no, no, no.
Not nearly c*ck enough to think
that anyone would actually listen,
apart from these good people on the bus
who can't go anywhere.
Hello.
Dad did teach me though,
but he left when I was six.
Married some buxom c**t who's
much, much younger than me
and enjoys acting like
my mum, which is fun.
Hate her and him since then.
I do own a little club though.
- Oh, wow.
That's cool.
- Yeah, yeah. Delirium.
It's some underground sh*t I
opened with my mum's money.
The thing is, everyone thinks
it's like this childish whim
to sort of spite my tight-a*s
family, you know, piss around,
piss money up the wall and
f*ck any possible pretty sh*t
that I find.
It's not saying it's
necessarily untrue, you know,
but it's my business.
Just no one takes me seriously.
And you know, I am sort
of drowning in 2.3 million
pounds worth of debt,
so I can't even blame them, really.
Ah, that's enough.
Do you ever just wish you were
made for something more, something bigger?
- Um.
Yeah, I mean, doesn't everyone?
- Yeah.
What do you do, then?
- Who, me?
- Yeah.
- Oh, I'm an actor.
- That's amazing. That's amazing.
What have I seen you in?
- Probably things you wouldn't watch.
- No porn, then.
Sorry.
Joke. Joke.
That's a joke.
Theater or films?
- I don't know, I just,
kind of, like being anyone
but myself, really.
- I've got an idea.
Right.
Where are you getting off?
- I think the next one.
- Okay.
Do you wanna keep doing this?
- Keep doing what?
- Talking.
I owe you a drink, don't I?
- I-
- I do.
I do owe you a pint.
Now listen, I'm going through some stuff,
and no offense, it looks like
you're going through it too.
And I own a place not far from here.
It's dark, dingy.
It's great.
Well, it's not great.
But, you know, chicks love it.
And, you know, you can go there to,
I don't know, seal the deal.
- I'm g*y, by the way.
- That's cool, man.
No, no. That's cool.
That's cool. That's cool.
Men probably love it too.
I do.
Look, drinking on my own
was getting pretty depressive, okay?
- Don't you have any friends of your own?
- No.
You?
- I think I've grown up enough to deal
with my own sh*t by myself.
- Look, I'm kind of scared
of being on my own tonight.
Well, not that.
I owe you a drink, right?
A nice apology pint and then,
you know, you can piss off.
- I'm not much of a talker.
- Well, I'm not really a listener.
Is that a yes?
That's a yes.
Perfect.
Right.
Couple of stops we'll be there.
(upbeat jazz music)
- Thanks.
You should drink some water.
- Mm-mm.
You should never mix your drinks.
It's bad for your liver.
(Oliver groans)
So, where are you?
What are you?
Sorry.
Detect a bit of an accent.
So I was wondering if...
- Yeah, no, I'm from Germany,
but I've lived here for four years now.
- Sweet.
Sweet.
Sorry.
Do you like Merkel?
Merkel. Do you like Merkel?
(Lukas spitting)
- Is that what you want to talk about?
- Well, yeah, no, I mean, you
know, tough cookie, right?
Tough old nut in a good way.
Like, you know, just
had that bad reputation.
- Bad reputation? Her?
What about you guys?
Did you vote for Brexit, Mr. Reputable?
- f*cking ow.
See, this is the problem, right?
Look, we just wanted to be
masters of our own thing, right?
We didn't know about the implications.
No one f*cking does.
They still don't, they
can't sort it out, right?
And now, you know, you all see us like
we are the f*cking bad guys.
Backstabbers, f*cking Nazis or something.
Sorry, no offense.
- Okay.
Why did you say no offense?
The fact I'm German doesn't-
- No, I mean, I didn't mean...
I know, I know, I know, I know.
Just, right, let's.
(person imitating g*nsh*t)
Right. Forget that.
I'm trying to break the ice
a little bit and I think I'm struggling.
Sorry.
- Sorry.
I'm sure it's hard to be alone
with a g*y guy from n*zi land.
- Come on.
Like, you don't even seem g*y.
- Oh, great. Thanks.
You neither.
- (scoffs) What you mean?
- I mean...
- No, honestly, what do you mean?
- I was just joking, relax.
I'm sure you meant it as a compliment,
but it's not like it's
a skill or a talent.
- See, that's me, right?
If life's an orchestra,
then I'm the guy playing
the bongo. (laughs)
- Okay.
We agreed on one pint, no offense.
(phone buzzing)
- Yes.
- Beer is a carbonated beverage
and it loses it carbonation over time,
which in turn loses its flavor.
And reason why I'm a quick drinker.
So if there is something you want to say.
- Uh, wow,
Now you speak German.
No, I just need to sort something, okay?
- Wait, where are you going?
- Nowhere, just the bathroom.
No, it's my brother.
I need to sort something out
and just slow down on
the whole carbonation.
Okay?
(person coughing)
(door thudding)
(Oliver gasping)
(phone clacking)
(door creaking)
(packet rustling)
(Oliver snorting)
f*ck.
(Oliver exhaling)
- You took your time.
- My dad died.
- sh*t.
Oh, I am sorry.
- Spare me the whole
f*cking shabang, mate.
You know, it's a week ago.
I don't give a sh*t.
I don't give a sh*t.
Which is a lie, obviously.
I do give a sh*t.
The thing is, right, is
that I spent my whole life
trying to prove that son of a b*tch wrong.
And he dies thinking that I'm worth what?
f*cking nothing. You know?
And now it's too late.
He's gone
f*cking game over.
- Well, that should ease
the pressure at least.
Well, my parents aren't
dead, but they're far away.
I thank God they are far away.
Save myself the humiliation.
I can lie to them and tell them
that I'm living a good life.
- Are you?
- I am.
But where should I start?
My bank card has just been rejected
and I can't pay for the
box from where I live.
In a month's time, I'll
be homeless anyway.
What else?
My acting career is at nothing.
And at the ripe old age
of 29, I am making coffees
and cleaning stinky toilets.
And I started that today,
so I can't even claim
some kind of expertise,
So...
(lips rumbling)
- sh*t.
So what, you giving up an acting or what?
- No, no.
I had an audition yesterday
and they offered me a deal.
- Well, that's f*cking great.
I mean, what are you
complaining about then?
You know, this stuff never
f*cking happens to me.
You know?
Like, I thought that inheriting
my dad's money after, you know,
would mean that I could save my club.
But guess what?
He left it all to his last b*tch.
So...
- I'm sure you'll find a way too.
- Yeah, maybe.
What if you need to do something
bad to get what you want?
- All I know is we are
both behind schedule,
so, I guess, whatever it takes.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Do you want another beer?
(hand thwacking)
- Does that pope sh*t in the Vatican?
Yes, he does.
Thanks.
Same again.
(person coughing)
- I was so scared.
I got the lines right, but
a teacher came over to me
and says that she could not
hear sh*t from her seat.
I cried so bad.
- (laughs) So sorry, mate.
- I hardly finished the play.
They recorded it.
I've never watched it
because I guess I'm still
terrified of how bad I was.
It's like that tape is living proof
I have no talent. (laughs)
- Why do you like acting so much, then?
- That's a good question.
(laughs) I don't f*cking know.
(Oliver laughing)
Okay, I think it's because
when you are a character
in a story, you get to live in the world
where it has a structured,
beginning, middle, and end.
Every line means something.
Real life has no meaning.
- Okay. I lied.
I know, I know.
d*ck move, but, right.
This is the truth, okay?
Honest truth.
I always wanted to play music,
country music to be exact.
It's just that I don't think
I'm particularly gifted.
And, you know, my family see me
as like the laughing
stock anyway, you know?
And, like, people see
me as, like, this lazy,
privileged f*ck up.
And I don't really want 'em
to see me as a joke as well.
You know what I mean?
- And yet what I see there is a guitar.
- I know, mate.
I know, I know.
Ridiculous.
- And there's an empty stage now.
- (laughs) I'm not doing that.
- Oh, come on.
That band's never coming back.
- No, you just wanna
take the piss out of me.
I'm not f*cking doing that.
- They'll be happy to have a volunteer.
- No.
(Oliver sighing)
(Lukas laughing)
(laughs) f*ck's sake.
(hands thwacking)
Ah, just stretch.
(audience applauding)
- Don't worry.
We will find you another stage.
- Who's we?
(Oliver and Lukas laughing)
(somber music)
I looked at my hand bleeding
From trying to keep
- You know.
Ever since my dad.
(singer singing indistinctly)
I can't get this song out of my head.
It's "Forever Young" Bob Dylan.
He taught me it.
I was really young. I don't
remember him teaching me it,
except that, you know,
he told me that he did.
Anyway, as a result, it feels like
I've always sort of known it, you know,
like, it's a part of me.
Like...
Like it feels like it
should have some meaning
or like, I should have put
some more meaning on it.
You know?
Or like, it's a part
of me, you know, like,
it's, like, maybe I should
have done something with it.
Maybe it's my destiny.
(Lukas laughing)
- No, no, no, no.
It's called apophenia.
- Exactly.
- You have no idea what...
- I don't know what that meant.
No, no, please explain. (laughs)
- Okay.
It's when we have the tendency
to perceive some deeper meaning
or connection between unrelated things.
We all look for signs and
we all want to believe
that the bad things happen for a reason
and that at some point, all
of our suffering will pay off.
The truth of the matter is,
there is no big picture.
There is no pattern, no faith,
no such thing as meaning.
Just fortunate and unfortunate people.
- You are a nerd.
(Lukas laughing)
Like no, you are a f*cking nerd, actually.
- I'm sorry. It sounded very depressing.
- Yes, very depressing.
Too depressing, in fact.
But, you know, I mean,
you do have quite a smile
for a depressing guy.
Sorry.
It seems like you don't know that.
So I thought I should tell you.
- Maybe (indistinct).
I think we should go now.
- Yeah.
- It's been a long day.
- Sure.
Yeah. No.
That's...
That was fun, right?
Right?
That was good.
Good fun.
- I'm leaving now.
- Are you seriously leaving?
- I am seriously leaving.
- Right.
Okay.
That's fine. That's fine.
But can I just show you something first?
I will not m*rder you.
That is a promise.
But after that, you can, you
know, bugger off or whatever.
Yes?
(bright music)
Sweet, right, this way.
Onwards.
- Where the hell are we going?
- Don't worry about that.
Do you know about Ferdinand of Naples?
- Should I?
- Yes, you absolutely should.
It's a story my mum used
to tell me when I was little, right?
So, Ferdinand of Naples
was like this ruler.
Not a very good one as it turned out.
Anyway, one day he's out
at sea on like an excursion
collecting gold or trolls or whatever.
Anyway.
Soon, word arrives of a
rebellion in his land.
So he spins his ship around,
heads on back home, right?
Gets there.
And he orders his men to fire cannons
upon the rebels to intimidate them.
His men don't.
Do you know why?
They haven't got any canons.
- Is that it?
Is there no bottom line.
- Bottom...
Were you f*cking not listening?
Don't show off if you
haven't got what it takes.
- And your mother told you this story.
- Well.
Yeah.
Now, I'm never going to
play music in my life.
And that's fine.
And I'm over that.
That's done. Whatever.
But I need to know,
and I kind of need someone to tell me
if they think I would've
had what it takes.
Okay?
So don't laugh.
Okay.
(guitar chiming)
Ah. Sorry.
Cold.
(fingers snapping)
Okay. Okay.
(guitar chiming)
f*ck.
f*ck.
Sorry.
This is stupid.
f*cking stupid.
f*ck.
f*ck.
(hands clapping)
I can't do it.
And maybe you're right, you know?
maybe life does have no meaning
and I am just a very dumb geezer.
But I don't know.
Right?
Like, I think that the only reason
that you can see the big picture in films
is because you can see the end, right?
Like, in real life,
you have no idea how
your story is gonna end.
So how can you say that it
lacks meaning, you know?
Like, take this moment,
you and me right now here.
This could be another meaningless moment.
(somber music)
But I don't know.
I don't know.
Like, who knows?
Maybe one day, we'll look
back at these moments
and it will be right there in front of us.
But we just couldn't see it yet.
- I don't like what's going on here.
- Why?
What's going on here?
- Come on.
- No, what's going on here?
Honestly. Tell me.
Please, please tell me.
You can't.
No, tell me.
Tell me.
I like talking to you, mate.
- I like talking to you too.
- All right?
So why do you want to leave, then?
Hey?
- Okay.
Okay.
I have an idea.
It's a dumb idea.
- Perfect.
- I read this study once, okay.
And this guy basically says
that human beings must spend
at least 200 hours together
to establish a real bond.
It doesn't matter how
powerful their connection is
'cause it's all biodegradable
within this range.
- Biodegradable?
- Shut up.
Okay. I know.
But if this is true,
then we could consider these
200 hours as like a safe zone.
When two strangers come together,
they'll be themselves
completely without holding back
'cause there are no strings attached.
They'll never see each other again.
Bit like a one night stand
just without the sex.
- Like a sort of mental f*ck.
- I wouldn't put it that way.
More like a free therapy session.
(engine rumbling)
- 200 hours is a very
long therapy session.
It's also a very long f*ck.
- Agreed.
So I suggest 8:00 AM.
- what happens at 8:00 AM?
- I start my shift.
- Your shift?
What?
Barista at a coffee shop.
You've got a deal on the table.
- I haven't signed it yet.
I have to decide by tomorrow morning.
- And whats to decide.
- So, 8:00 AM, is that a yes?
- Yeah, all right?
Yeah. Sweet.
That sounds good.
I do have a small request first.
I'm starving.
(oil sizzling)
(cheerful music)
- [Lukas] All right, so
where do you want to go now?
- I don't know.
But we got to go.
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
- Is that another quote?
- Yeah.
Jack Kerouac, "On the Road."
- Wow.
Trying to impress me now.
- No, I'm not trying to impress you.
I've read a book.
One.
We're like Jack Kerouac and Neil Cassidy,
two lost souls on a
desperate search for meaning.
- I'm not in search for meaning.
- Wrong.
You just think it doesn't exist,
which is different, right?
- Didn't he die of a hemorrhage
caused by heavy drinking.
- Yeah.
Whatever, w*nk*r.
How do you even know that?
Like, anyway, look, by
the end of tonight, right?
We need to find meaning in our
sad, desperate, little lives.
- Speak for yourself.
- What, is that such a mad thing?
- The only people for me
are the mad ones who burn,
burn, exploding like
spiders across the stars.
- You read it?
- No, I was just trying to impress you.
I know the quote.
- Right?
Released it to stars
(engine rumbling)
Thank you.
Oh, released it to stars
(indistinct) stars
(wings fluttering)
- Okay.
Name one person who
believed life had meaning
who didn't turn out to be depressed,
angry, hateful, murderous.
- Okay, okay, okay.
That's not even just, right.
Hold this.
Thank you.
Now, look at that.
Old pound coin.
Now, night my father died,
I went to this place.
It's like my special place
that I go to be alone.
Strum a few notes, that kind of thing.
So whatever.
Anyway, this particular night I go there
and there's a really heavy fog.
It's quite late, no one around.
And I sit down, I start to play,
and I get lost in it.
You know, just me, my guitar,
my own thoughts, whatever.
But all of a sudden, bang,
this is thrown into my guitar case.
And I'm like, "What?"
So I'm there looking at it in a trance.
When I look up, it's too late.
All I see is the figure of a man
disappear into the fog like a ghost.
I know.
apaconic.
- Apophenia.
- Yeah. Exactly.
Whatever.
- It's a great story.
But life plays these
tricks on us sometimes.
Just imagine life as a
dodgy retail business.
- Love it.
Elaborate, please.
- Example, you want to
be happy with someone.
Life puts a price on it.
And that's the unbearable pain
of losing this someone at some point
because you either mess things up
or this person dies eventually.
Unless you die first.
- (smacks lips) Right?
- But there's a catch.
Sometimes life sells
you the package so well
that you invest in the package
'cause it looks like it's a done deal
and then you get nothing for your time.
- I have a question.
Who broke your heart?
- No one.
- No, please, just tell
me, who broke your heart?
- No one.
- No, honestly.
- No.
- Honestly, honestly. Just...
- I don't do boyfriends.
I tried, okay?
But now it's just me.
Me and my disposable moments of fun.
And it's okay.
I love it.
I play sports socially without the worry
of winning a competition.
I do a million things with
random people I owe nothing to.
I go on the app and hook up with people
without the burden of
whatever happens next.
And I'm happy with that.
Believe it or not.
Can you stop looking at me like this?
- Like what?
No, I'm not looking at you like anything.
You should know, though.
You do talk quite a lot when
you're nervous and it's...
Come on. I know where to go next.
This way.
- Okay.
- Well, hurry up.
Hurry up.
I wanna get across town.
I wanna show you this place.
- Wait. What?
You want to go ghost hunting now?
Are you serious?
- Okay.
What if that figure
that I was talking about
was actually my dad?
- Great.
- Do I mean that?
- So you're serious.
We might as go great white
hunting while we're are at it.
That would be fun.
- [Oliver] What a grand boy.
- Man, come on.
It's "Tremors."
By the way, I went to this
eighties movie marathon
the other day at the Prince
Charles and it was great.
Don't you think everyone in the eighties
dropped acid and made movies.
It was inventive, creative.
- Wait, wait, wait.
Shush, shush, shush.
I know that it's nonsense.
Like, objectively, I know that it's crazy,
the idea that your loved
ones are watching you
from, like, above, right?
It's like, "Where?
How?"
Like, do they watch you
when you're w*nk*ng?
When you're sh1tting,
and all the other stuff
that you do in private on your own.
- If you want to do
something in life, do it.
You don't have to wait for life
to give you a sign or your dad's ghost
to say he's okay with it.
Do it.
- How? How?
- Southern Monday's at Moonshine.
The biggest country music salon.
It's on tonight.
- I don't know, mate.
Saloon sounds like it's
taking the f*cking piss.
- It's not even far.
They have a stage, you can
play, and it's your crowd.
(Oliver laughing)
- By the way, I did two
years business management,
my parents' choice.
I hated it.
But maybe we could go there
and gather some info on,
I don't know, how to open a music club.
You can play your music.
- Oh, yeah.
I can see my mom's reaction now.
Do you want to see me working
as a seamstress, Oliver.
I love my club.
I'm not gonna give it up.
- But do you really, though?
Or are you just pissing around
to f*ck any possible chick
and all the other mature
things you said before?
Is that what you want?
Men in the window like a
prost*tute in Amsterdam?
- Did you just call me a sl*t.
- Come on, look at them.
They're the best pieces on the market
and all they want is the
whole world to wank them off.
But if you step back
and look at them from another perspective,
what you'll see is a bunch of sad wankers.
- Right?
I only do press-ups in
the morning, I swear.
- Like Christian Bale
in "American Psycho."
- Exactly.
Yeah same bod.
- If that's the path you
want, then congratulations.
(Oliver laughing)
Come on.
It's a full chicken house at 1:00 AM.
(Oliver laughing)
(Oliver imitating a chicken clucking)
What are you doing?
- All right.
I've got a challenge for you too.
You've gotta fight back.
You clearly just endure
these kinds of men.
- Yeah, well, sorry.
I was bullied for pretty
much all of my teenage years.
- Exactly.
Exactly, right.
You act like you can't
do anything about it.
Like, it's your f*cking
existential condition.
f*ck it.
Do to them what they do to you.
Come on.
(Lukas imitating a chicken clucking)
(Oliver and Lukas laughing)
Hey, you got the grubble's attention.
That's it.
(Oliver imitating a chicken clucking)
Oh.
- I think we should go now.
- Yeah.
Oh yeah. No, he's.
(indistinct)
He's coming.
- [Lukas] No, I think we should go now.
- We saw you sucking
a c*ck in there, mate.
Hope it wasn't too salty, f*ck.
(laughs) He was absolutely furious.
(Oliver imitating a chicken clucking)
Shh, shh, shh.
(Oliver and Lukas panting)
What?
- Nothing.
Your breath smells of alcohol.
- That's fair enough.
I just realized that I don't
actually know your name.
I'm Oliver.
- I'm Lukas.
- Ah, the force is strong with you, Luke.
- No, man.
I hate Star Wars.
It's sci-fi for dummies.
And it's Lukas.
No one calls me Luke.
I hate it.
- Shh.
(feet pattering)
- [Daniel] Hiya, lads.
I saw them going that way.
You two silky bollocks can come out now.
- [Oliver] Cheers, mate.
- Wait. Seriously?
I just saved your a*s.
- What? That was a joke.
- Yeah, what do you
want, money or something?
- He'll just use it for drugs.
- f*ck you.
- Whoa. Wait, (indistinct).
Why don't we...
We'll take him with us.
- Excuse me. What?
- Yeah, we'll take him
to the saloon thing.
He can have some food in there.
It's Christmas.
- Fine by me.
- Can we not justify every bullshit thing
with, "It's Christmas"?
I hate it when people do this.
- Fine. Absolutely valid.
But is that a yes?
(bright music)
Sweet.
- So I legged it from Liverpool.
Now I've just gotta
survive till I turn 16.
- You're 15?
- Yeah.
- That's f*cking...
What happens at 16?
- I can live on my own, bro.
I don't wanna go back into the system.
Get some other parents.
I f*cking hate parents.
- Yeah.
Who f*cking needs 'em?
- All I wanna do, yeah, is be on my own.
I just wanna drink bevvies,
play footy, shag some p*ssy.
(Oliver and Daniel laughing)
Do whatever the f*ck I want with my life.
- Yeah. Right.
Sounds great, doesn't it, Luke?
- Yeah.
I think we're here.
- Lighter.
- They don't look very busy.
Ooh
I'm running up to that mountain top
I'm screaming why
Now I know what the young lovers meant
When they begged the sun not to rise
Feels like we're building
ice sculptures in July
Something beautiful
A victim of time
If you show up in my hometown
Tell me to get in the car
I will have to say no
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
- This fella here wants to sing.
- This fella can just f*ck off.
- Hi. Good evening, sir.
He just wants to play one song.
Promise.
- Yeah.
Ebenezer here wants me to sing.
He enjoys humiliating me.
So...
(Oliver groans)
- Just one song, please.
- Now, why would I let him do that?
- Well, because it's Christmas.
- Next Monday, they'll be building
one of these stupid fancy cafes here.
Everyone will be happy
and no one will give a f*ck about us.
Let me and this place die in peace.
- Any hope?
- What makes you think I could?
(scoffs) He won't even let
his daughter have a life
'cause she's doomed to
look after his grumpy a*s.
Look, only Jesus could
make him change his mind.
And believe me, I wish you were Jesus.
It would make my relationship
with him a lot less pathetic.
- Well, you know, I could
do some magic sometimes too.
- Yeah.
Well, why don't you start by getting
the f*ck out of here, then?
- That's fair enough. Yeah.
- Should we go somewhere else then?
- [Oliver] Yeah.
- [Lukas] Let's go.
- Hold on.
Someday I (indistinct)
(vocalist singing indistinctly)
Did you find it, your West Virginia?
- (laughs) The f*ck you talking about?
- Well, it's John Denver, right?
"Take Me Home, Country Roads."
Taffy Nivert and Bill
Danoff wrote the song
for John Denver in 1971.
It's about West Virginia,
but they wrote it on the way
to Maryland for a reunion.
None of them had actually
been to West Virginia.
It wasn't real.
An idea.
You know?
Like a place to which you belong,
which keeps calling your name.
Look, we're not dicks.
I mean, they're not.
I can't speak for the kid actually.
- [Daniel] Oi.
- Ah, cheers.
We're looking for our West Virginia
and we found you along the road.
Maybe someday I will
see you (indistinct)
- Emma.
See you (indistinct)
Get the bourbon.
(Emma sighing)
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
- And I am the nerd?
(audience applauding)
(audience cheering)
(audience whistling)
(indistinct)
- Hi.
So, thanks for joining us tonight, folks.
As you know, tonight is our last night.
- Okay, game on.
Are you ready?
- What if I don't have talent?
- What?
- Ferdinand of Naples.
- It's the stupidest
story I've ever heard.
Okay, shut up.
And go for it. Go Oliver.
- Please welcome this young talent
who will hopefully give this
place the end it deserves.
(Emma and audience clapping)
- Come on.
(Oliver sighing)
That's...
(guitar chiming)
Sorry.
(fingers snapping)
- Come on, you dirt bag.
- Yeah. All right.
Oh, sorry.
Actually.
Look, I want to say something first.
I probably won't do this again.
Despite it being what I
love, what I want to do.
And I could blame so many things.
The truth is I'm weak.
But, you know, I wanna say,
what the f*ck is wrong with that?
You know?
I mean, since you're kids,
you're measured by numbers, reports,
and grades and salaries.
They say you have to be something.
You have to be someone.
You have to be the best.
And you can't be weak or fragile.
You have to be smart and strong.
And you have to fight
if you wanna achieve
anything in this life.
And I'm like, "Wait a minute.
What the f*ck?
Why?
Who says I need to achieve
anything in the first place?"
You know?
"Why can't I just be me?"
I'm trying to be me for a night
and I'm so brainwashed that
it's f*cking terrifying.
So I'm just happy I'm not alone.
(melancholic music)
I made a song in my heart
Locked it away
Set it apart
Built all these walls up around
And waited for you
To tumble them down
Now I'm all out at sea
With these dark clouds over me
And your love is the one thing
That I need
Sing me to sleep
Feed me a lie
Feed a dream here
Hanging from the night
Read me a story
It's all right
Meet me in fairytales and lullabies
Sing to me
Make everything right
Meet me in fairytales and lullabies
Oh
I'm all out at sea
With these dark clouds over me
And your love is the
one thing that I need
Sing me to sleep
Feed me a lie
Feed me a dream here
Hanging from the night
Tell me a story
It's all right
Meet me in fairytales and lullabies
Sing to me
Make everything right
Meet me in fairytales and lullabies
Oh
(audience applauding)
(audience cheering)
(audience whistling)
(melancholic music)
- Ah.
- Ah.
- Ow, when you're 16.
- f*ck you.
- You let me s smoke a bloody
bifta just a few minutes ago.
- But I was a different man then, want I?
Before my performance?
Can I have my f*cking
cigarettes back, please?
Thank you.
(hands clapping)
And lighter. Lovely.
- Don't want some sodding water.
- I know, I know, but, you
know, if you're not gonna drink,
then wash up.
Stinky (indistinct).
- Oi.
(people laughing)
- Hey.
You happy son?
- Honestly, I have never felt like this.
- Well, that's the problem
with you young people.
You want to show everyone you're happy.
You don't even try to be happy.
- Ignore him, please.
- No, no.
You know what?
He's bloody right.
He's right.
Look at this, right.
I could show you I'm bloody rich.
Right?
Look at that.
Truth is, skinned, mate.
The nightclub scene has lost around what,
200 million the last five years?
But no one gives a flying f*ck.
You know, people do socials
to pretend that they're
actually experiencing something.
They're making a connection.
But we're just numbing ourselves.
- Wow.
The truth is, you have too much freedom.
It turns you into an
insecure bunch of pricks
with no where to go.
- Exactly.
- And I guess that is
all our thoughts as well.
Maybe we have no where to go
because there is no where to go.
There is a chance that
we are the last breath
of the human race because
of the f*cked-up world
you pricks created.
And now we are left figuring out
what a million years
of evolution were for.
Oh, but maybe you can tell us.
Hmm?
So why don't you tell us, wise man,
what was it all for?
- Luke, what the f*ck?
- I don't know.
- Yeah, I thought so.
- I'll tell you something though.
My wife, she had these pure, gentle eyes
constantly wide open towards
this chaos we're living in.
And unlike you and me,
she never questioned it.
She just lived this chaos
with all the tenacity
and beauty of a flickering
flash of light in an ocean
of silent darkness.
She was pure joy.
And then one morning, a
day just like any other,
I woke up and she was
gone right beside me.
And I remember thinking,
"What was it all for?"
I mean, she died.
Now this place has died.
I'll be next.
And yes, all that joy, that pain,
and all that hard work
will be for nothing.
It'll be like I never existed.
But maybe it'll mean something to her
because all you can do eventually, son,
is give yourself to someone else.
And so we'll live forever.
Like a flickering spark of light
for someone else's darkness.
- To love.
- To love.
- To love.
(glasses clinking)
(glasses clacking)
(hands thudding)
Keep it going.
That's the one.
Perfect.
While goin' the road to
sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to
sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand
and a drop in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.
With your g*ns and drums
With your g*ns and drums
And drums and g*ns,
And drums and g*ns,
Hurroo, hurroo
Hurroo, hurroo
With your g*ns and drums
With your g*ns and drums
And drums and g*ns,
And drums and g*ns,
Hurroo, hurroo
Hurroo, hurroo
(melancholic music)
- Thank you for tonight.
Haven't seen dad like that in ages.
- So you don't want to come with us.
- What, and look for West Virginia?
Can wait for another night.
- I thought you were tired of
dealing with his grumpy a*s.
- I could ask you the same thing.
Although we're talking
about a very different a*s.
But...
- I met him just a few hours ago.
- And yet, I think he really wants
to help you find your West Virginia.
- I know where I'm going.
He just needed someone
to give him a chance.
- Who's got my wallet?
That little prick stole my wallet.
(melancholic music)
- Maybe he still does.
- Luke.
(hand thwacking)
Ow.
Luke, he's got my wallet.
f*ck.
- Can I say something?
- Please.
(lighter clacking)
- I don't know if meaning exists,
but I definitely think
calm resisting. (laughs)
- You know what?
You know what, actually,
what you said back there is right.
We should stop having children.
It's a f*cking travesty.
There's too many.
We're f*cked.
- That is not exactly what I said.
- Well, that's pretty much what you said.
(lighter clacking)
- Come here. Come.
Jesus.
(lighter clacking)
You know, it's statistically proven
that smokers have a
tendency to self-destruct.
- Really?
You know, I've often thought
about the dinosaurs, right?
Now, if someone had told them
that a big, old asteroid was
gonna be hitting the Earth
and decimate their whole species,
would they have tried to save themselves?
I think no.
I think they would've gone,
"Absolutely f*ck that.
I'm off."
- I feel like I've been avoiding
asteroids my whole life.
What the f*ck are you doing?
Are you praying?
- Yeah. Yes.
I'm praying for an asteroid
not to decimate me.
I only pray when I need help.
- Which is not very religious.
It's just very convenient.
- You've never asked for help?
- Well, the last time I did, I met a guy.
(people clamoring)
- What the f*ck is going on?
- Do you want to check it out?
Maybe they saw a ghost too.
(Oliver laughing)
(melancholic music)
- So what happened with this guy then?
- I really thought he was the one.
We took things slowly
and then we decided to have
our first night together.
I mean, just sleeping next to each other.
After that, he just ghosted me.
And then after months of toxic stalking,
he finally revealed why he dumped me.
- Why?
- Because I snore.
Yeah.
- [Oliver] Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
He seriously dumped you 'cause you snore.
- Yup.
That's why I don't pray
to God or anyone anymore.
(rain pattering)
I do sometimes still ask why.
Want to go in?
Escape reality?
I'll escape this f*cking rain.
This is the sound of my heart
The sound of my heart
(people laughing)
- What is this, like some kind of cult?
- No, it's like one of
those places where they,
you can't hear the music unless you listen
to on the headphones.
It's weird.
- Then why are we whispering? (laughs)
- That's such a good point. (laughs)
- Which one of you crack wh*res
wants to give me a blowjob.
- [Lukas] Shh.
- (laughs) See.
The world's gone quieter.
But if you scream, no one hears you.
Come on, then.
(partygoers cheering)
- Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry (indistinct).
Thank you.
I just, I don't get people, mate.
Right.
They give up on you the
first imperfections.
And it's just too much pressure, mate.
And that's just, like,
the first stage of intimacy, you know?
- Are there other stages?
- Yes. I'm glad you asked.
Now everyone sees intimacy, right,
as this big, like, philosophical question.
(partygoers cheering)
But it's not.
Do you know what true intimacy is?
When you can take a sh*t
with the other person
right next to you.
I'm serious. I serious.
Right?
So, this time I was staying
at this chick's house, right?
This small studio flat.
And I just, I couldn't
find a moment, right?
I was terrified to.
I was so bloated.
I felt like I was giving birth to twins.
I didn't.
It's when you can take a
sh*t, no matter the smell,
the farts or the smell of those farts.
That is true intimacy.
- I still believe that
it was an excuse though.
He knew I wanted something
serious, but he didn't.
He made me believe it until he had fun.
(partygoer cheering)
So, do you want to
embrace reality, Oliver?
- (laughs) What? This sh*t?
No, I'm not gonna do this.
This isn't clubbing.
This isn't even a club.
Even try and call it a club.
They just started this to
deal with noise complaints.
Then it became a thing.
(laughs) You really wants to?
(Oliver groaning)
(upbeat music)
You're pulling me closer
Now I'm falling under
Lost in the moment holding each other
I touch your mouth, your lips
We both know what this is
Come a little closer
Take me over
- I think we can go now.
You're pulling me closer
Now I'm falling under
Lost in the moment holding each other
I touch your mouth, your lips
We both know what this is
Come a little closer
Take me over
What does that sign mean?
I keep bumping into them.
- Take courage.
It's just wordplay, I think.
John Courage is like the owner
of a big brewery or something.
- That's all.
I thought it was
something more meaningful.
- Yeah.
Well, nothing means anything
till it does, right?
- Look, I need to ask you, have you ever,
you know, you know what I mean?
I just feel like maybe we should
talk about the elephant in the room.
- Elephant.
I don't see an elephant.
I see a great big f*cking blue whale.
(Oliver and Lukas laughing)
- It's fine. Seriously.
I'm not a child.
I don't romanticize things anymore.
Before, I would be so desperate
that I would meet someone and, bang,
I would picture a happy future with them
in my head, like, immediately.
Or if I dated some closeted, in my head,
he would just come up with
some big, epic speech.
'Cause what I'm saying is that it's okay
if you feel like pushing me away.
- It's not fine.
Of course it's not fine.
It's wrong.
It's cruel.
- Yeah.
But this isn't real though, is it?
You only being yourself
because you know at 8:00 AM
we both got back to our lives.
It's okay.
It means this experiment worked.
- Then come home with me.
- What?
- I'm serious.
I'm serious.
Come home with me.
f*ck it.
f*ck the rules, Luke.
f*ck whatever happens next.
Let's give it a shot.
You and me.
- Listen, I'm not in the mood to have sex.
- What? Whoa.
Where's this coming...
I don't want to...
(Lukas laughing)
I wasn't even thinking about sex.
No, I was, you know, I
thought that maybe, you know,
we could watch "Tremors" together.
(Oliver laughing)
Would that be okay?
Watch tremors.
Like the whole saga.
Like one to 2 million or whatever.
- Only the first two are good.
- Okay.
Well, first two it is then.
Is that a yes?
Sweet.
Sweet.
Although I should probably let you know.
I wasn't gonna tell you.
But...
Apparently I snore.
(hand thwacking)
(Oliver laughing)
I know.
And I didn't know until
this chick recorded me.
And honestly, it was philharmonic.
Mental.
(Lukas laughing)
(Oliver laughing)
(melancholic music)
Give me a little more light
'Cause this world is
weighing heavy on my mind
I just need to get through the night
So hold me up a little while
Oh, I just need a little more light
You that cold?
- Yeah.
- Honestly?
Right, here. Hold that.
Put that on.
- Thanks.
(phone buzzing)
- Oh.
Do you want anything?
I'm just gonna, yeah.
(door clacking)
(bell chiming)
(pensive music)
Hey, you're not cold?
I just need to make a stop first.
(bright music)
- Where are we going?
- Yeah, I just need to sort something out
just for the club thing.
And then go home, right?
You look knackered.
- Look, I need to ask you...
- Yeah. Look.
Can we just not...
Look.
I'll be right back, okay.
And then, you know,
we'll just, I'll be like two seconds.
All right?
Would you hold that? Yeah?
Okay.
Just stay here. Yeah.
(engine rumbling)
(dog barking)
(engine rumbling)
(Oliver shouting indistinctly)
Should we go?
Thanks.
- [Lukas] Was that your girlfriend?
(siren howling)
- No, it wasn't.
Look, I told you to stay here.
- She seemed upset.
- Yeah. Well, no doubt.
I woke her up 4:00 in the morning.
Can we go?
- I don't know.
I kind of think you
should have mentioned it.
- Why should I?
I don't owe you anything.
Okay?
I don't owe you an explanation.
Okay?
I don't owe you f*cking sh*t.
- Well, you kind of do.
- Why? What for?
- 'Cause you just invited me over.
And before that, when we first
met, you said you might have
to do something bad to get what you want.
So, yeah, I think maybe
we should talk about it.
- Okay.
Fine. Yeah.
(people chattering)
Look, all I ever wanted in
my life was to be something.
And I f*cked that up.
And when I found out my dad
was gonna leave me nothing,
I thought that I was done.
One of my friends owns another club
and he works with these
people who help venues,
which, you know,
are behind on rents or
start making a profit or...
Anyway, for a fee,
they bring in their staff to do security
and deal.
(microwave beeping)
And I agreed to let minors in
so that I could make money off of them.
That woman that you saw me with,
that's my dad's wife.
Widow, I guess.
She came to my house this
morning offering me money.
And I was so f*cked up that I snapped.
And I said to her, I said one
day I was gonna prove to her
and everyone I'll be the f*cking man.
And then I went out and I
beat the sh*t out of a tree.
(person coughing)
- I never nailed that audition.
I failed it.
My first shift today was a mess.
I couldn't do anything right.
They yelled at me and
I spilled this big cup
of boiling water on my hand.
And I got this burn.
So I was sent home.
That's when I got this call.
There was this big agent
at my last audition.
He said that he wanted to talk to me.
I didn't even blink.
It was like all the pieces
were finally coming together.
I believed it, Oliver.
Like you said, I did.
I believed it was a sign.
- Sign from who?
What did he want from you?
- He said that he could open doors for me
that I never could, that
he could make me someone.
Aren't you tired of
being invisible, Oliver?
- Did he hurt you, Luke?
- I agreed to that.
He asked.
I was jumping off a bridge
before I met you, Oliver.
Now I feel like I can't bear it.
You know, eventually
he'll grow tired of me.
- Listen to me, Luke.
Yesterday I got f*cked up out of my brain
largely because I didn't
wanna wake up again.
(microwave beeping)
I'm unstable, Luke.
I haven't got the guts
to jump off a bridge.
- Shall we go?
(engine rumbling)
- Maybe you were right.
Maybe it's a bad idea.
Let's stick to the plan.
(door thudding)
- Come here, you little prick.
- Whoa, whoa.
- What the f*ck are you doing?
- This little prick just
tried to steal my wallet.
The f*cking scumbag.
- [Oliver] He's just a kid, man.
- He's no kid.
He's a f*cking thief.
- What the hell's going on?
- I'm getting the sh*t kicked
outta me by this dickhead.
- Oh, hang on.
What? You all know each other?
- Yeah.
He's-
- He's our cousin.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
What's his name, then?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, wait, wait, wait.
Let's just calm down, okay?
Now listen, you're upset and that's fine.
And you're drunk and that's fine too.
But look, it's all good, right?
You got your wallet back, right?
And you've broken his nose.
He's learnt his lesson.
So how about you just, you let...
- Daniel.
- Danny boy go?
Yeah?
- Look, he is better off dead.
He's useless.
See, we pay for shits like him.
- They're just unfortunate people, man.
- And then there's foreigners.
And then they come to my country
and tell me how to behave?
- Do you know Ferdinand of Naples?
- [Speaker] No f*cking clue.
- Well, let me tell you about him.
He was a ruler, a king,
an Italian king, I think.
- Yeah, in Naples.
Can we go?
- Anyway.
He was sailing through his kingdom
when rumors spread of a revolution.
So on his return, he ordered
his men to fire the cannons
to announce his arrival,
to scare those people.
But the soldiers don't do it.
And when he asked them, "Why?"
They say, "Well, we have no cannons."
- I mean, what the f*ck
are you going on about?
- It means he didn't have what it takes.
And even Ferdinand of Naples
in his expensive shiny armor.
Huh?
When you really look at him,
all you see is a sodding dead weight.
(fist thwacking)
(person groaning)
- Jesus, Luke, what are you doing?
- [Daniel] sh*t.
- Thought you told me to
stop enduring these people.
- I didn't mean that.
Christ.
Jesus Christ.
- We should go.
- f*cking go.
(person groaning)
Danny, stop it, idiot.
Give me my wallet back as well.
(laughs) That was amazing.
(Danny groaning)
(Oliver and Lukas laughing)
- Well, f*ck you.
- Put it back in.
- I think she got to me brain.
- I didn't realize you had one.
- I hate you.
- (laughs) No you don't.
No you don't.
Otherwise you wouldn't be
following us, would you?
- I wasn't.
- So it's a coincidence
we found you then, was it?
- Whatever.
Look, I'll let them check
on me, but then I'm gone.
- Why?
They're going to help you.
- I don't want help, you gobshite.
They'll put me back in the f*cking system.
I want to be on my own.
(intercom beeping)
(indistinct)
Why didn't you teach me how to play?
I could earn a living busking.
- You'd need a lot of practice
- (laughs) And a license and talent.
- You're a poof, aren't you?
- What does that mean?
- A f*gg*t.
I need to know in case
I need to watch me a*s.
- Luke, wait.
(hand thwacking)
(people chattering)
You okay?
- Yeah, it's fine.
- You sure?
- Yeah. What?
You think? I can't handle this stupid kid?
- Little bit. Yeah.
I guess.
- You know, he only
wants you for your money,
probably to buy some drugs.
Funny thing.
He doesn't know he can
get it straight from you.
And I wonder when they find
him dead on the street,
if you had any part.
- I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- Yeah, me too.
I'll be back in a minute.
- Wait, Luke.
f*ck.
(guitar chiming)
- Can you f*cking stop?
You'll break it.
Do you actually want to learn?
- Yeah.
(pensive music)
(water babbling)
(Lukas panting)
(melancholic music)
- Did you find him?
- No.
He's gone.
- Well, just call him then.
- I haven't got his f*cking number.
- Look, I think my nose is fine.
Should we just cut this sh*t and get out?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
(engine rumbling)
- So you don't have his number.
You don't know where he lives.
You don't where he works.
- I told you I met him tonight.
Luke.
- Hey, bender.
- And cut that sh*t out.
- It was just a joke.
- I don't give a f*ck if it was, okay.
You know nothing about him.
Clear?
Luke.
- Sorry.
What is this place
- I was gonna take Luke to see.
Silly really.
I don't know.
Means quite a lot to me.
Used to come here and
play guitar as a kid.
- I'm surprised you're still alive.
(Oliver laughing)
- Yeah, there was definitely
some booky moments.
Used to sneak out and not
tell anyone I was coming.
- And do what?
- Yeah, all sorts.
Start fires.
Gaze at the stars.
Play a few chords.
Be on my own.
Maybe some people are
better off on their own.
- I've got to go, lad.
I need to find my West Virginia, yeah?
But if I could give you a bit of advice,
go out there and find him.
I think sometimes people think
they're better off alone,
but maybe they just run away and hide
because they need someone to find them.
And when you do find him,
tell him I'm sorry, yeah?
I was a d*ck. (laughs)
I guess.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Very astute.
And if I can give you one piece of advice,
if you ever find yourself stuck
or at a loose end or whatever, here.
Delirium.
That's my club, all right?
Well, it's a club right now.
Might be something else someday.
Ah, actually, I'll take those back.
- I'm a man now. (laughs)
You're something.
- What's this?
- It's apophenia or something.
Keep it.
Could be anything you want, mate.
Also.
Spend it wisely.
(melancholic music)
All right.
All right.
- I'll see you around, lad.
(hand thwacking)
(siren howling)
(horn blaring)
(siren howling)
(engine rumbling)
(siren howling)
(engine rumbling)
(window squeaking)
(window squeaking)
(sirens howling)
(feet pattering)
- [Oliver] I wouldn't.
- How did you?
What are you doing here?
- What the f*ck are you doing here?
- I was just thinking,
- Okay, would you mind taking a couple
of steps back from the edge, please?
- Why don't you just
leave me the f*ck alone?
This is just some game for you, isn't it?
A fun little experiment.
Some people can't support games, Oliver.
They were right, you know?
You are lucky you were born and rich
'cause no matter what happens to you,
you will always land on your feet.
- What?
What?
What?
Listen to me.
Look at me. Look at me.
Luke.
If you need to hate me,
then that's fine, mate.
f*cking fine. Whatever.
But do you really think it's about money.
Do you?
Sure, it helps, of course it f*cking does.
But if you think at the end of the day
I would be any less broken
or lost or f*cking
scared, then you're wrong.
Am I so different from you?
Am I?
Because the way I see it, we're
all pretty f*cking similar.
Every f*cking one of us.
Pretty f*cking similar.
But we all need f*cking therapists
because we don't know how to
talk to each other anymore.
We chase things we made up
'cause it all feels so much
f*cking bigger than us.
I used to go clubbing because I needed
to be part of something,
something real, something
f*cking tangible.
Because all of it is bullshit.
This, everything, it's f*cking bullshit.
But this isn't bullshit.
You and me, right here, right now.
So no, you don't get to walk away from me.
Not until 8:00 AM and not
because you need to f*cking hate me, okay?
f*ck.
- I never said I hated you.
(Lukas sobbing)
- Then you're full of
f*cking bullshit, aren't you?
(Lukas sobbing)
You're unbelievable. (sobs)
(water babbling)
(melancholic music)
- What?
- Over there.
It's where I work.
- Oh.
(lips smacking)
(melancholic music)
(lips smacking)
- Do you think maybe we could, you know?
- I don't think it's a good idea.
You're not alone, Lukas.
Sometimes it feels like
we are, but we're not.
And if you reach out,
I'm sure someone much less stupid than me
will grab your hand.
Don't shut yourself down.
Okay?
Okay?
(lips smacking)
- Okay.
Good luck, Oliver.
- Good luck, Lukas.
Okay.
(melancholic music)
(Lukas sighing)
(switch clicking)
(board clacking)
(phone popping)
(phone clicking)
(phone popping)
(fist knocking)
- You know, I was walking home earlier
and everything started spinning.
You know when, like, you stand up
and the universe feels like
it's fluttering around you.
- Like a hangover?
- Yes, but no.
Suddenly, I have this thought.
The universe is endless.
And I'm there thinking, "Okay, how?"
You know?
Nothing can be endless, right?
It's impossible.
Like, they say the universe is expanding.
Okay?
Fine, I'll buy it.
How?
What?
Where?
You know?
Like, if something is expanding,
then the universe has to have
something to expand into.
Do you know what I mean?
- [Lukas] Mm-hm.
Just remind me of this conversation
the next time you want to get wasted.
- And then I had another thought.
It's the same with the
birth of the universe.
Well, think about it, right?
Like, what created the universe?
The big bang, right?
Okay?
What created the big bang?
Let's say it's two atoms.
I mean, I don't really
know the science behind it.
I'm not sure anyone really does.
Let's say it's two atoms, bang together.
(Oliver imitating expl*si*n)
The big bang, right? Fine.
What created the two atoms
and what created what
created the two atoms?
Do you see where I'm going with it?
Right?
(Lukas laughing)
You can drone on about it for ages.
It's impossible.
You could never know.
It's too big. It's inconceivable.
- And what's your conclusion?
- My conclusion is that
we are a f*cking miracle.
And it's frightening. You know?
It's terrifying.
We are such a tiny fraction of space
and time in this giant f*cking nonsense.
And we wander around trying
to give meaning to it all.
When, in fact, maybe it's
the other way around.
Maybe it's life that gives meaning to us.
- I have to get back to work.
- Are you joking?
I just gave you a damn good speech.
And what, you want to get back to work?
That's crazy.
That's literally everyone
on Earth, isn't it?
Someone talking found
a beautiful sentiment,
meaning of life, and all they can say is,
"I have to get back to work."
You have all of your (indistinct).
Standing on the edge
(Oliver speaking indistinctly)
Rain cries down
There is silver waters
In the waves I wanna drown
Smoke rises (indistinct)
Drinks spilling on the floor
In the night lights are flickering
From a bus full of words
All of our words
'Cause I'm chasing you
on a winter's night
Knowing my coat doesn't
warm me up this time
Yeah, I'm crossing
these crows by your side
I didn't expect we'd
make it to sunrise
Dancing in the silence
The world has gone quiet
In the dark, we can be innocent
So why don't we try it
There's no meaning if
we don't roll the dice
Life is already fleeting
So why don't we try
So why don't we try
'Cause I'm chasing you
on a winter's night
Knowing my coat doesn't
warm me up this time
Yeah, I'm crossing
these crows by your side
I didn't expect we'd
make it to sunrise
I strive
I strive
I strive
I strive
I strive
To find
To find
To find
To find
To find
The look in your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
And see
We'd make it to sunrise
'Cause I'm chasing you
on a winter's night
Knowing my coat doesn't
warm me up this time
Yeah, I'm crossing
Yeah, I'm crossing
These crows by your side
These crows by your side
I didn't expect
I didn't expect
We'd make it till sunrise
We'd make it till sunrise
Cause I'm chasing you
Cause I'm chasing you
On a winter's night
On a winter's night
Chasing you on a winter's night
Knowing my coat
Knowing my coat
Doesn't warm me up this time
Doesn't warm me up this time
Yeah, I'm crossing
these crows by your side
I didn't expect
I didn't expect
We'd make it till sunrise
We'd make it till sunrise
(serene music)
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