Cleek (2017) - full transcript
Jacob Cleek is a quiet well presented artist, who keeps himself to himself. But Jacob has a secret, and when it starts to break to the surface, he must do what he can to stop his world from crumbling.
- Police
say they are becoming
increasing concerned for
the safety of a vulnerable
missing woman from Latnum.
- Three fire
engines, police officers
and even a water rescue team
were called out to look.
- Top story
today, police and fire crews
were called out to search
for a missing person
that in one report
wore a pair of trainers
and a backpack
near Latnum graves.
- Police
are still searching
for a student who sparked
a missing person's inquiry
when she failed to turn up at
her parents on Christmas day.
Joan Brice's worried
mother booked her missing
when she did not arrive
at her family home
on December the 23rd.
- Detective
inspector Allen
from the Glasgow area
said, "We're currently
"liaising with the local
community in attempt
"to locate the missing
youth, but anyone who
"hasn't seen Stephanie
or knows her whereabouts
"to call us as
soon as possible."
- Did you know her,
the missing woman?
- Yes, not very well,
but I'm doing my part.
- Good, there's that many
people going missing these days,
and no one seems to
really give a shit.
- Humanity's in a rush.
Nobody has any time for
anyone except themselves.
- Well I hope she shows up.
- Good morning, I'm Jacob.
I'm a friend of Sams.
- Lisa.
- Coffee?
- No thanks.
I've gotta go.
- Ta-da.
- Breakfast, the most
important meal of the day.
- It's not just any breakfast.
This is a cowboy breakfast.
I wolf down one of
these every single day.
- Too bad I've already eaten.
- Aye well you need to bus soon.
I've got company comin' over.
- Didn't your
company just leave?
- What you think she's company?
Wait till you see what I've
got coming around later.
- Maybe you ought
to settle down.
- Fuck.
Fuck, that's her.
You sure you don't want
it in a wee doggie bag?
- No, maybe your
guest'll want it.
- Come here.
With a bit of luck, she'll be
feasting on something else.
- Charmin'.
I'll use the back door.
- We're all here because
we have a problem,
and we need to solve our
problem before it drains
the life out of us.
You can call it what
you want, an addiction,
a fixation, a demon.
But what it is is
an enslavement, one
of craving and compulsion.
And if you let it, it'll drag
you even deeper into despair.
Let's open up to you.
Scott please.
- My name's Scott,
and I'm addict.
I haven't had a drink
for about five months.
Who am I tryin' to
kid, about five months?
It's been four
months and 26 days.
I know this because
like everyone else here
I'll never forget my last drop.
And thanks to the
people in this very room
and the support of my loving
wife, I'm gonna stay clean.
Thanks.
- Jacob.
- My name's Jacob,
and I'm an addict.
That's all I have to say.
- You've been coming
here awhile now,
maybe give it some push.
- Some push?
- Just a wee bit.
I'm your sponsor.
You need to trust me.
- My name is Jacob,
and I'm an addict.
I know that when I let it
take over I become powerless.
And like our great speaker
said, we have a problem.
But that problem binds
us, brings us together.
That problem gives
us a place to tell
the tales that
make us who we are.
- Not bad.
- Thank you Russell.
- My name is Rodger,
and I'm an alcoholic.
- Do you mind if I ask
you a couple questions?
- Not at all.
- When was the last time
you saw healthy Jackie.
- At the last meeting.
- Thank you.
- The night before
she went missing.
- That's what Raymond said.
- Hi my name's Frank.
I'm an alcoholic.
- It just doesn't make sense.
She wouldn't just up
and disappear like that.
- Russell, do you mind
if I say something
without you taking offense?
- Called me a drunk,
and said I needed help.
- You didn't really
know Jackie that well.
She'd only been coming
here a couple of months,
and the last time she was
seen she was in a pub.
What does that tell you?
- It tells me nothing.
Lots of alcoholics
go in pubs and clubs,
it doesn't mean
they're drinking.
You run that bar
for Christ's sake.
- But I'm going to
prove 'em wrong.
- Russell you're not
a policeman anymore.
This isn't your case.
All we can do is hand out
fliers and help with the search.
- Ridiculous.
Somebody must know something.
- Russell, you
became an alcoholic
because of your job.
- So?
- Forgive me for only
thinking about myself,
but I don't want my
sponsor, my support
to be delving into bad
habits and old lifestyles.
It could be bad for both of us.
- A search has been
launched for a woman
who's been reported
missing from her home
on the South side of Glasgow.
32 year old Jacqueline
Crawford was last seen
outside Murray's
Bar on Shuttle Lane
at around two p.m. on
Tuesday the third of January.
Miss Crawford's colleagues
raised the alarm--
- Tell me something.
- When
she failed to turn up
at work the following day.
- What kind of a
man does not drink,
works in a pub, huh?
- The family who live
on the same street
as Jacqueline.
- Who says I don't drink?
- Don't talk pish.
I've seen you at
those AA meetings.
- Funny, I've not
seen you there.
- Aye, well I've seen
you leaving them.
- Just because I
attend those meetings
doesn't mean I don't drink.
Just means I don't like drinking
problem unlike yourself.
- Oh, touche barman.
- Her friend
Antony spoke about the search.
- Paul, Tuesday?
- On you go?
- Warn somebody, anybody,
we're just all worried.
- Jacqueline Carwford
is described and being--
- Oh and by the
way, I do not have
a drinking problem.
That's why you don't see
me at those daft meetings
you go to, huh?
- I guess you won't
want another then?
- Don't be daft.
Fill 'er up.
- You look like a man
that could afford this.
- Excuse me?
- I'll make it worth your while.
- Don't you mean you'll
make it worth my money?
- Aye, that too.
- Maybe some other time.
Are you hungry?
- Why are you helping me?
- Helping others gives me peace.
- Jacob, let me in.
I need to talk to you.
- Do you want me to leave?
- Not at all.
- Good evening, Russell.
Please come in.
- Strange company to be
keeping this time of night.
She's a mess.
- You don't exactly
look great yourself.
- Do you recognize this woman?
Her name's Debra Allen.
She went missing
three years ago.
This was the last
case I was working
when things went bad,
and I turned to drink.
I lost my partner and my job.
- Can't say that I do.
Look Russell, why are
you telling me this?
- I was thinking about what
you said the other day.
And I don't think I
can be your sponsor.
Look every time there's a
serious crime in this town,
it brings me right back to this.
And now that Jackie's
been AWOL, my mind's
just not in it.
- I understand.
You know we all lose
it from time to time.
- I don't know.
Look Bill, just let me
step up to the plate,
maybe he can be your sponsor.
- Maybe.
- Glad to see there's only
one glass of wine poured.
That better be for your guest.
- Of course.
You need to leave, now!
What's your name?
- Teresa.
- Okay Teresa, I'm
interested to see
what you can do for me.
- I can do a lot of things.
- I bet you can, but
not here, at my house.
Meet me around the corner
in five minutes, understood?
- Okay.
So what's first
bed, floor, couch?
- How 'bout a drink?
- Oh wine, fancy.
- Nothing but the best.
- Tough day?
- Pour one.
- Sam?
Work or the miss, hmm?
- Family.
I've worked my balls off
all day just so I could see
the kids tonight.
Do you know what she's doing?
She's taking them curling.
Curling.
What do you need that do you
know's out there curling?
I swear she's doing
all she can to stop me
seeing those kids.
- Surely if you want to
spend time with them,
and she's taking
them out tonight,
the wise thing would be
for you to buy a ticket.
- You're a genius.
- I can nip back and get
changed and make it in an hour.
- Come on.
- Tell me is it a curling
game or a curling match.
Do you know?
- Match I believe,
but don't quote me.
- Stacy, Stacy, what's
the matter with you?
You're not fun to be
around like last night.
- Oh don't act like
the big man, Richard.
It's not my fault you
couldn't get it up last night.
- Oh, you!
What do you think you're
doing hitting a woman, huh?
- Fuck off, or I'll
do worse to you.
- Aye, well come ahead then.
Fucking hell!
Fuck!
- I'll see you again.
- Fuck.
Thanks for the backup.
- I don't have the
stomach for violence.
What could that have
possibly achieved?
- Aye well, so where can
I get a curling ticket
around here then eh?
- Police have
made a brand new appeal
for help in locating
Jacqueline Crawford
who has been missing
for two weeks.
Jacqueline, 32,
has not been seen
since Tuesday the
third of January
when she left the
bar on Shuttle Lane.
The latest appeal came
when family and friends
sent out search parties
and asked for support
in finding their loved one.
Jacqueline Crawford is
described as slim build,
five foot six, and she's
tall with long brown hair.
- It's been great seeing you.
- Take
whatever you want.
- Oh, no, no, no, it's not
your money we want, love.
- If it was, we
wouldn't even be here
with some sanky homeless bitch.
- Oh mate, this is
none of your business,
so piss off.
I mean it I'll fuck you up.
- You're welcome to try,
and you'll probably succeed,
but one of you will end up
with this across your face.
The question is who will it be.
- Come on.
It's not worth it.
Come on, I've dealt with
this asshole before.
Let's go.
- Jacob?
Jacob Cleek?
It's me, Norma.
- Feel better?
- Yeah, thanks for the shower.
I hope I'm not keeping
you from anything.
- No.
I usually have an art
thing on a Tuesday,
but it's nothing.
So how did you become--
- Homeless?
- Unsettled.
- You know me, mom was
a drunk, loved the men.
- As did you.
- Ouch.
And when I'm told to do
something, I do the opposite.
So when she tried to
ground me at 16, I left
and went to Ireland.
- Why Ireland?
- Why not?
Anyway, a guy
become my boyfriend.
Moved in with boyfriend.
Boyfriend was a junkie.
Junkie got jailed, now he's
left paying less than them,
ended up here.
- Where's your mom?
- If I knew that, I
wouldn't be out in the cold.
- Dad?
- Which one?
No, don't do that.
- Do what?
- That.
Look I have been on the
street for four years.
I don't need your pity.
So as soon as my clothes
are dry, I'll get away,
and you can get on
with your project.
- I don't pity you.
I've not known you
for the last 17 years,
so I don't pity you at all.
But what I do know
is the only reason
I got through high school
was because of you.
You helped me through
it, so I owe you.
- You don't own me anything.
- Yes, I do.
So you're welcome to
stay here until you get
back on your feet.
- You said yourself,
yo don't even know me.
- And you don't know me.
I think after high
school, we both know
we can trust each other.
All I ask is on a Tuesday
night I get it to myself
to work on my project
as you put it.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
- Oh, well, well, well, you
don't call, you don't write.
- I was at your door last
Wednesday morning, remember
before your special
guest arrived.
- I'm talking about
the pub, man, the pub.
I mean Paul's got some
big-titted darling
go up behind the bar, his cousin
or something like that.
Not that I'm complaining
about the view.
But she can't pull
a pint for shit.
So what's the story, you quit?
- No, I had a friend staying
with me the last few days.
I'm just helping her out.
- Ooh, her, it's a bird, is it?
So when do I get
to meet her, eh?
- Not anytime soon.
Look I'll be back at
work tomorrow, okay?
I'll speak to you then.
- Aye, no bother.
Oh listen, I'll be out tomorrow
during the day, all right?
Going to try and see
the kids, so no surprise
coffee visits, huh?
- Okay.
Good to know.
- Lisa, come on.
This is just stupid.
What are you doing?
- Bugger off.
- Lisa, I said I'm sorry.
Just come back.
- Piss off, May.
- Walk away
like you always do.
Stupid Cow.
- Who the fuck are you?
- It's Jacob.
Sam's friend, we met
a couple weeks ago.
Do you need any help?
- No, I'm fine.
- Are you here alone?
- Aye, my mate's just
pissed off and left me.
Said I'm a pain in the
arse when I'm drunk.
They're the arse holes.
I don't need some creep
like you chasing after me.
I just want to go home.
- Well I've been
sitting here all night.
- And?
- You still haven't
bought me a drink.
- Well, well, well,
Jacob, I have to say
it's good to have you back, pal.
- I'm surprised Paul didn't
get you to cover for me.
You are here often enough.
- You couldn't afford to
lose me as a customer.
This place would
go bust without me.
- Jacob.
- Norma?
- Guess what.
- What?
- I have got a job.
- Congratulations, Norma.
Doing what?
- Cleaner, mopping, brushing
out closets, stuff like that.
- Cleaner?
- Yeah.
- You sure that's
what you want to do?
- Well it's not as
if I can be fussy.
And come on, you
haven't really settled
and made it yourself,
mr. big shot.
You work in a pub.
- Well the hours
are flexible for me.
- For your painting, I know.
Well your million pound
model is right here.
Hello again.
- Again?
- Aye, we've met.
- We have.
- And if I remember
correctly, you owe me
a few alcoholic beverages.
- Well at least I know where
my first wage is goin'.
Look I've got to go
and do some paperwork,
but as soon as I have for a
month's rent, I'll be going.
- Norma, there's no rush.
- Thank you.
- Huh?
- Sam.
- Huh?
- Is very
expensive today
costing $10,000 or $15,000
if your getting 15.
You look at them now after it's
done, and nothing's changed.
- How you feeling?
- I'll be okay.
I think I'm just coming
down with something.
- Well it's Tuesday night,
so if you don't mind I--
- I just lightened my load.
I'm not going anywhere.
- You're looking
at his bags under his eyes.
And now he's just got black--
- But I need to keep
going with my work.
I've got deadlines to meet.
- Jacob, I really can't move.
The way I'm feeling
I'll probably just crash
here in an hour,
and you can get on
with your project in peace.
- Very
embarrassing for you.
- I mean can you no
do it another night?
Unless of course,
you're kicking me out.
- Of course not.
I'll be back in a
few hours, okay?
- Okay.
- Lousy, so
he asked me was that stupid?
- You're
fuckin' joking man.
- I know.
- I fuckin' had it.
Check it out, man.
- All right, sweetheart?
- Fuck off.
- Oh, a dirty mouth.
I like that.
Let me show you how to use it.
Cow.
- I'm sorry.
Am I interrupting?
- So what you
gonna do this time?
- Hit call.
Do you need walked home?
- Please.
- You all right?
- I'm fine.
- What's your name?
- Agnes.
Thanks for that.
Those guys were
fucking arse holes.
You don't need to walk me home.
- I insist.
- Don't worry about it.
Honestly, it's
not even that far.
- Shush.
I'm sorry.
It's not supposed
to be like this.
I'm usually a lot
more elegant, shush,
not like those putrid
animals back there.
- Please, you don't
have to do this.
- What do
you have going on down there?
- You're right.
You saved me from those pigs,
but you don't have to do this.
- You have no idea
what I have to do.
- Look just go,
and we'll take this
as a misunderstanding, okay?
I won't go to the
police, I swear.
- Fuck you.
- Jacob, you okay?
- I'm fine.
- Jacob?
- I said I'm fine!
- God,
grant me the serenity
to accept the things
I cannot change.
Courage to change
the things I can
and the wisdom to know
the difference, amen.
- Amen.
I feel like I have
a bug, a bug that's
crawling under my skin.
A bug that's living,
breathing, controlling me.
I'm not scared of it.
I actually, well I
actually quite enjoy it.
I crave it.
- I'm sorry, mate, but
you're talking shit, so stop.
Bill Paten, I don't believe
we've been properly introduced.
- Don't.
Just don't.
There's a lot of
people here trying hard
to stay off the drink,
and you, you're talking
about craving it,
letting it control you.
You're giving people
the wrong impression.
- Right, okay, let's
take five minutes, hey?
Look, I know you didn't
agree what Bill said,
but he's right.
What the hell was
that all about?
- Who's that woman?
- Forget the woman.
When was the last
time you had a drink?
- Last Tuesday.
- Last Tuesday?
- Uh hmm.
- Are you trying to
take the piss outta me?
And when'd you start again?
- I never stopped.
- You never stopped?
You know Jacob, you've been
coming here a long time.
So if this is just
some joke to wind me
and the group up, you
better come clean now.
- I have an addiction,
Russell, but I have
it under control.
- How often?
- Once a week, but
like I said I have it
under control.
- Look drugs, sex,
drink, it doesn't matter
what the addiction is.
If you're addicted,
you're not in control,
and that just leads
to catastrophe.
You have to ditch it.
Do you understand?
- Yes.
Now Russell please, the
woman, what's her story?
- Name's Catherine Dolan Pool.
She's been coming here
for a few months now.
She lost a daughter last year,
but she'd been doing well.
She got another one on
the way, her partner,
well he's got cancer.
He wants to end it all
to stop the suffering.
She's having none of it.
Why are you so
interested in her?
- Support and hope, Russell,
isn't that why we're here?
Any word on Jacqueline?
- No, nothing.
- Send her friends
and family my best.
- Jacob, are you in there?
- I'll be out in a sec.
- I need to get in.
I'm bursting, come
on open the door.
- Norma, Norma, I
need you to leave.
- What, piss
of and let me in.
- I'm sorry.
- Norma, I'm serious
I need you to go.
- You all right?
- I just need you to go.
- No, not until I
know you're all right.
- Is this to do with
your art project?
Is it stressing you out?
Tell me what's up.
- Tango.
- Tango?
- That's right.
Tango.
- What's a tango?
- You, you're the
definition of a tango.
You take and borrow
from me, lift and hawk
until there's nothing left.
How long are you gonna
bleed me dry, hmm?
I keep you here.
I feed you.
I give you money.
You now make your own
money, and all I ask for
is a bit of privacy
on a Tuesday.
- I'm sorry.
- But no, you keep coming back.
I'm too ill to go out.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
I mean what's wrong
with you, hmm?
Why can't you leave me alone?
Are you curious about me?
Does my self sufficient and
independent life attract you?
Or is there something else?
Is it sexual?
- I have cancer!
I have cancer, and now
I know how you feel.
But I want to thank you
for your hospitality,
but I want no more of it.
- All right Jacob,
what can I get you?
- Hi Freddy, just to pick
up the steaks I ordered.
- Oh right.
Special occasion?
- Just a guest who's dissatisfied
with my hospitality.
- I'm sure these'll
go down a treat.
- Thank you, Freddy.
- No bother.
- Was your steak cooked okay?
- It was magic, thanks.
It's lung cancer.
I know you're dying to
ask, but you also know
it's rude to ask.
So instead you're just
sitting there making
small talk while your
curiosity eats away at you.
Anyway, I don't know
how long I've got,
but don't worry I'm
not gonna drop dead
on your bathroom floor
or anything like that.
- I've told you before,
you're not for this neck
of the woods.
- We go to the same school.
We live in the same area.
- And what?
What are you gonna do?
- You don't have to do this.
You saved me from those
pigs, but you don't have
to do this.
I won't go to the
police, I swear.
- Come on.
Here, drink this.
- It's not drugged, is it?
- Do you think I'd
waste it on you?
- Why'd you bring me here?
- Firstly, here I can be your
mate, not just your customer.
And secondly, it's the only
other bar where I can get tick.
So what's up?
You get your coffee
fix this morning, huh?
- It's been a long week.
- Long week?
That's fine.
I've got nothing better
to do all day today.
- It's Norma.
- What about her?
You shagged her yet?
Oh wait, is that it?
She's not putting out, huh?
All right, sorry right, go on.
- I've got creative activity
every Tuesday night,
and in order to get it done
I need to get my privacy.
- What you can't work there?
- Exactly.
- I see.
Well here's an idea for you.
Why don't you make her
your creative activity
and get her done, huh?
I mean come on.
Look as far as I can
see you're not making
much money at this
art thing, right?
So why don't you
take a break, man?
Relax, chill out, huh.
Spend some time getting tore
at that bird living with you.
- What's your arrangements
on a Tuesday night?
- No, no.
No, no, no, no way,
man, no, no, no.
You're not dumping me
with her, so you can
go off and do you artist stuff.
- Sam, I know you.
Your Tuesday nights consist
of slumping up a bar,
drowning yourself in
whiskey and waiting
for some big breasted
stranger to walk in.
And if that doesn't
happen, you'll phone up
one of you many female
companions who you used
and abused, and they thought
they were oh so special.
- All right, all
right, fuck's sake.
- Technically I'm helping you.
- Right, how'd
you work that out?
- I'm cutting out the bit
where you drink alone.
- Ah.
It's been a long time
since I had a proper date.
I don't get this.
How come I take you out
for a drink to help you,
and I end up taking
your bird out?
- You are helping me more
than you'll ever know.
Norma, I've got some good news.
- What?
- I've got you a
date Tuesday night.
- Jacob, I don't want a date.
Oh wait a minute, is this
because of the other night?
- No, it's not.
I just think you and Sam
would get on quite well.
- Sam?
The drunk in the bar that's
who you're setting me up with?
- All right, he does
drink a lot, but let's
be honest you're gonna end
up drinking wherever you go.
- Fine I'll go, but I'm
getting hammered before it.
- I wouldn't expect
anything less.
And you never know, you
might even enjoy yourself.
- Aye, right.
- Thank you.
- So family or
relationship troubles?
- Relationship.
Men.
- We're not all that bad.
- Any progress with
the missing woman.
- No, nothing yet.
- I'm Susan by the way.
- Jacob.
- The last months
have been difficult,
but before that I
was on the drink,
and I hit it hard.
But you helped me.
You lot got me through.
Fraser passed away four
days ago, and it was tough.
It was so bloody hard.
I miss him so much.
Sometimes I think I
should just end it
just to be with him again.
But it's wrong.
And now I've got
this one on the way.
And I crave the drink.
- We got you through
it once, Christine.
We'll get you through it again.
- Have you seen Jackie at all?
Take this, just keep
an eye out for her.
Thanks very much.
Have you seen Jackie at all?
Just keep a hold of that..
Keep looking out for her.
- I'll do.
- Thank you.
Have any of you
see Jackie at all?
Just keep out for her, hey?
Thank you.
Bill, have you not seen Jackie?
Were you not quite close?
- No, we weren't close.
She was lost, and I
tried to help her.
Nobody's heard from her Russell.
I'm sure if they did, you'd
be the first to find out.
- Coffee?
- Cheers.
- You know Russell, one
minute you're my sponsor,
and the next you're
playing detective.
Which is it, hmm?
- You know it's true
as a sponsor I've got
a reputation for
being pretty tough.
I'm sure some would even
say a bit of a prick.
But you see, Jacob,
that doesn't bother me
as long as I do my job and keep
you guys clean and healthy.
- What's your point?
- Well you told be
you'd stopped drinking.
Clearly that's
not been the case.
So clearly I've not been
doing my job properly.
So clearly I need to be
on your back even more.
I'll be there to keep you clean.
Now what was it
this Tuesday, beer,
whiskey, a glass of wine?
- I told you, Russell, you
don't need to worry about me.
- You ever notice
that you answer me
without actually answering me?
- I'll take that
as a compliment.
- You take that
any way you want.
Just remember I'll be
keeping an eye on you
for your benefit.
- Not
like those putrid animals.
- Yo mate, you need any eccies?
- No.
- You want some?
- Do I look like a
pill popper to you?
- Do you want me to
answer that one, mate?
- Challenge my
answers one more time,
and I'll make sure
your face is seen
on every lamppost
with the word missing
above your fucking forehead.
- You fucking
threatening me, you dick?
- I am.
Now disappear.
- What a crude,
wee, filthy asshole.
I swear is he came near
me, I would beat him
six ways to Sunday.
- You wee, creepy
junkie, bum pot.
My name's Lucy by
the way, Lucy Walker.
What's your name?
- It's Jacob.
- Well Jacob, you look far
too classy for this place.
- Thanks.
- You look like you
could use a fix,
so I'll go and get us
a couple of coffees,
and then maybe you could
show my your feng shui.
Sound good?
- Yes.
- All right, black or white?
- Excuse me?
- Your coffee.
- White please.
- Sugar?
- No.
- Me neither, we're both
sweet enough, right.
Back in two secs.
Well this is nice.
Oh you're an artist.
See I knew there was
something enticing about you.
You know I used to do a
bit or art in third year
at school, but it wasn't for me.
And then I started modeling
for like naked paintings
n'stuff, so I guess you
could call that art.
- Would you like a coffee
or something stronger?
- No, I don't drink.
Have you seen the streets?
Did you know that alcohol
has made more people homeless
than drugs, and I
wouldn't touch either.
No, coffees fine for me, thanks.
- There are worse things to
be addicted to, trust me.
- So do you ever
to naked painting?
What's it called again--
- Life drawing.
And yes, I did.
But I've moved into
unexplored art.
- Oh, like what?
- Hello?
- What are you doing back?
- We thought you could
do with some company.
- No, what I needed was the
exact opposite of company.
- Hi, I'm Lucy.
I love the dress.
- Thanks.
- Look we'll just
get our of your way,
let you get on
with your project.
- No, no, no, it's fine.
It's just mismanaged.
- What's the project?
- Lucy sweetheart, I
think you are the project.
- We've got a bottle of
wine why don't we just turn
this into a kind of double date?
- Right, well I don't drink.
Did you know that
alcohol has made
more people homeless than drugs?
- Is that right?
- So yeah, I tried
some fashion modeling,
but it wasn't for me.
Did you know I was
nearly on page three
until the photographer
wanted to closet shots.
Sack that.
I wanted to move like enter
everything at once, you know,
TV, books, film, fashion,
but I could not decide.
And then eventually
decided singing.
But I wasn't very good at it.
Not even auto-tune
could sort this voice.
- Christ, I need another.
- So to ask the question again,
what do you do for
a living, Lucy?
- Honestly, I'm in between
jobs at the minute.
Can you believe that?
Well that's the
short version anyway.
So I notice that I'm in
a one bedroom apartment,
and there's two
people living in it,
so are you two going at
it, doing the naughty?
- No, no, no, no, you
may be in between jobs,
but I'm in between homes.
Jacob's just letting
me crash here
until I get back on my feet.
- Ah, what a hero?
See I knew there was
something special about you.
No offense, but I'm glad
you two aren't together
because I think I might
want this one all to myself.
- You need to leave.
- What?
- Now!
- Jacob, don't be
so bloody rude.
- And your bang out of order.
- Get your coat.
- My problem started
a long time ago
when I was 17.
I was against the world
and everything in it
especially those closest to me.
But nothing came
close to when I got
some alone time to release
that monster inside me.
I'm not religious.
I remember seeing a funeral.
There was a boy, a boy
who used to bully me.
His dad crashed a car.
The boy died.
Before he died, I prayed
for that boy's death.
The week after, I
turned to drink.
So you see you're
addiction might've made
you do bad things,
but that doesn't mean
to say you're bad people.
Thanks very much.
- Do you know I think
that's the first time
somebody's actually
stood up here and spoke,
and you've paid attention
to what they've said.
- You should get him
to speak more often
maybe even run these groups.
- Raymond's spoken here
before, Jacob, a few times.
Maybe his words are just
having an impact on you
'cause you wanna give up
your Tuesday sessions.
Why a Tuesday anyway?
What's so special
about Tuesdays?
- I'm trying to appreciate
Raymond's words.
- But what's so special
about Raymond's words
all of a sudden?
- Being an addict isn't
your fault no matter
what the addiction is.
- Why do I get the
feeling you're talking
about more than alcohol here?
- That's because I am.
Hey Russell, I'm no canary.
But Bill was looking
rather bug eyed.
Keep him close.
- Police have
appealed for the public's help
in tracing a missing
24 year old girl.
Lisa Cane was last seen in
the South side of Glasgow
around 7:30 p.m. on the
seventh of February.
Her family has not
heard from her since
and are concerned
for her wellbeing.
Lisa left Vincent Bar after
a falling out with friends.
She is described as
around five foot tall,
of slim to medium build
with long blonde hair,
blue eyes, and a
fair complexion.
- You can stay with
one of us tonight.
We'll take care of you.
- I don't need taking care of.
I'm not a wean.
I need Fraser.
- Fraser's gone Christine.
I'm sorry, but he is.
And if you turn
back to the booze,
you won't last long either.
- Bill, saying she
won't last long either
aren't exactly the
best choices of words
when she just wants to
be with your husband.
- How 'bout you drop
the smart arse routine
and offer up some help?
- I can't bring up
this baby on my own.
What kind of life will it have?
- Excuse me.
Mr. Partlow, what
are you doing here?
I contact you, not
the other way around.
- So do you want them or not?
- You brought them here
to an addiction group?
Are you that moronic?
- Isn't it for alcoholics?
- It doesn't matter
what it's for.
- Well right now,
you're my customer.
So you buying or not?
What about the payment?
- It will be in a
birthday card as always.
And it doesn't matter
if it's five days,
five months, or five years,
I contact you, understand?
How are you feeling, Christine?
- Like shit.
How do you think I feel?
- I was listening to
Raymond very carefully
about what he said about
good people and bad people,
and he's right.
Wanting to end your life
doesn't make you a bad person.
You miss your husband.
I believe love is doing whatever
you can to be with someone.
Love isn't a bad thing.
So don't let anyone get in
the way of it, Christine.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Listen my Tuesday nights
are usually quite free.
If you need someone to talk
to, you're more than welcome
to come to mine.
- Please.
- Okay.
But we'll keep it between
us for now, all right?
- Someone's birthday?
- Just an art supplier's.
- Haven't seen you
since last Tuesday
when you had your
little outburst.
- Different shift patterns.
- Totally see you weren't
really interested,
but I think she got a
message along for a tutor.
- Thank you.
- Figured you weren't
really into her.
- We have different tastes.
- Right.
My question is why'd
you have her over here
if you hate her that much?
- Look can we just drop
last Tuesday please?
- Okay.
Well one good thing
did come out of it.
I got another date with Sam.
- Really?
- Yeah, he was
actually really nice.
He made an effort
not to get drunk
well at least till
we got back here,
and he paid for the whole night.
- Congratulations.
- So when's date
number two, hmm?
- Well we decided
to wait a week.
I thought that I would
let you have the privacy
that I never gave you last week,
or the week before last,
or the week before last.
- Stop.
It's fine.
We're fine.
I have to go post this.
- I had a miscarriage.
And in a sick kind of
way, I was grateful.
If you ever needed
anybody that much,
don't you think you'd,
would to do anything
to be with them?
- Jacob, I need to talk to you.
Jacob, I know you're in there.
Open the door.
Jacob, I need to talk to you.
- Good evening Russell.
- Evening.
What's with the boxes?
- Art work.
- This
is a nice place.
- Russell, why are you here?
- I was just passing by.
- At 10 o'clock at night?
- Is that water in that glass?
- Take a sip and find
out, or will the taste
of alcohol throw you
over the edge again?
Tell me Russell,
how're the kids, hmm?
- I lost my partner and
then turned to drink.
And no excuse is
ever a good one.
What's your story?
- I simply have a taste for
it, but I can assure you,
Russell, there's just
water in that glass.
- Look let's say I
believe you, and I do.
But I'm your sponsor.
I need to ask you these things.
- No, you're only my
sponsor when it suits you.
- You told me about your wee
drink on a Tuesday night,
and yet for two weeks,
you've not touched a drop.
Why the change?
- Let's say unexpected company.
- Didn't appear to be
any here when I arrived.
- Unexpectedly.
No Russell, are we done
playing detective here?
- Fair enough.
May I use your toilet
before I leave?
- No, you may not.
Now get out.
- Jacob?
Hello?
Anybody home?
Hello?
Jacob?
You in there, pal?
- I would like to pay
for two months rent
on container one,
one, two please.
- Name?
- Gary Lutz.
- Cash or card?
- Cash.
- I'll leave it for the
manager in the morning.
- The
person you are calling
can't come to the
phone right now.
Please leave your
message after the beep.
- Jacob, how you doing?
It's Sam.
Listen me and Norma were
just leaving the pub, right.
But I thought I'd
just swing by and get
a quick chat with you.
But that wee outburst you
had with that Lucy girl,
it got me thinking.
I've got an idea that
can help you relieve
some of that stress.
Listen I'll see you
soon, mate okay?
Oh, I'm getting away now.
- It's not his usual seat.
- It's not his
usual drink either.
He's been acting weird
every since he got back.
- Have you got any
extra hours going?
- Sure, when for?
- Now.
- Now?
- Got your message.
Where's Norma?
- She's at home,
my home actually.
- Your home?
- Well you've hardly
been yourself lately,
Jacob, have you?
- I've had a lot on, Sam.
- Well here's the deal.
I like Norma.
And despite my many
faults which you were
so kind as to point
out, she likes me.
- Have you got something
you want to tell me, Sam?
- I think Norma should
pack up all her belongings
and move in with me
where she's safe.
- Safe?
I've seen the way
you treat women.
- Yeah pal, I don't
think it's my bad habits
that are the problem here.
- You do what you have to, Sam.
How 'bout I take him home?
- You sure?
- As long as you pay me
for the rest of the shift.
Nice and easy.
Nice and easy.
- What are you doing?
- Nice and easy.
- You taking us home?
- Of course.
- You're some man,
Jacob, you know that?
The best.
- Thank you.
Now get some rest, hey.
- Hey you're going
the wrong way.
- Oh no, no, this
way's a shortcut.
- Oh my head's bouncing, man.
- Here take one of these.
- These air fresheners
used to last for months.
Not anymore.
Everything is just so cheap
and worthless nowadays.
Everything is just
copied, regurgitated,
then just spat back out.
There's no love for
originality anymore.
So how's the headache, hmm?
I'm going to remove
this piece of cloth.
You're very quiet, Sam.
It makes it difficult to
tell what you're thinking.
And for someone who's
been left in the dark
and constrained to a
chair, you don't seem
particularly perturbed.
- This is a wind
up or something.
Some wind up or joke.
- Tell me something,
Sam, what day is today?
- Wednesday.
It's a Wednesday?
- That's right.
Wednesday.
I don't particularly
like to get myself
into these circumstances
on a Wednesday.
- What is this place?
- That's a story
for another day.
Now what did you see, and
what did you tell Norma?
- Nothing.
- Tell me.
- Nothing.
- Tell me.
- I don't know.
- It's okay.
- Look I saw the ribcage.
- I wasn't hiding it.
- I don't know what
you've done, Jacob.
Maybe you've hurt
somebody accidentally--
- Ha, accidentally?
Tell me something, Sam.
What makes you think it
was an accident, hmm?
- What, no.
No, I know you.
You're an artist, and
you've got your project
that you work on.
- Do you want to know
what my project is?
I eradicate people.
That's right.
Every Tuesday night, I find
my insignificant victim,
and I simply kill them.
- No.
We've been pals for years.
- Ha pals?
We're not pals.
I used you, Sam.
The pigs,
your precious pigs.
- Look, look Jacob, I
don't know anything.
I don't, plus I
didn't tell anyone.
I promise.
I'm not getting
out of here, am I?
- I'm afraid not.
- Sam, I don't
know where you are,
but your car's
outside your house.
Will you call me?
- Hi, who are you?
- Excuse me, you just
knocked on my door.
- Unless you're a
friend of Jacob's.
Is he in?
- No, I've no idea where he is.
- My friend just went missing.
I was supposed to meet her
tonight, but she stood me up.
- You couldn't have made
much of an impression, hey.
- Yeah well she's
been depressed,
so I phoned a few
of her friends.
Apparently, she'd arranged
to meet Jacob tonight.
I just wondered
if she showed up.
- No, don't think so.
I been staying with
Jacob the last few weeks,
and he's always got this
art thing on a Tuesday.
- He told me about his painting.
He doodles.
But see it was him
that invited her round.
You all right?
- I'll tell Jacob you came
round when he gets back,
but that's the best I can do.
- I appreciate it.
Christine, the girl's who's
missing, she's pregnant.
- All the fuckin' time.
All this fucking
time I've known you,
you've been some sort
of funking Ian Brady,
Mayra Hindley, Fred
West motherfucker.
- And don't forget good
old Jack the Ripper
although he never got caught.
As for the rest of 'em,
why would I idolize
such pathetic scum?
- You think you're
better than them do you?
- I'm a saint compared to
those distasteful beasts.
- You are going to get caught!
- The only ones that get caught
are the ones who make mistakes.
Tuesday nights, I kill the
same Brit on the same night.
It's good to have stability.
- Yes, yes.
- Then you come along, and
rattle much fucking cage!
- Morning.
- Morning.
- Where were you?
- Took a shift at the
pub and as per usual,
Sam surpassed his limits,
so I took him home.
- I was at Sam's I
never saw you there.
- I never went inside.
- You're lying to me.
- Good night, Norma.
- What's the Tuesday
project, Jacob?
- What's with all
the questions, Norma?
- Sam's not answering his phone.
You said you took him
home, but he's not there.
I mean we all have
secrets, right?
Things we want to
keep you ourselves,
but you are on a
different level.
- We all have things we want
to keep to ourselves, Norma.
It's not a crime.
- Do you want to know
what my secret is, do you?
I don't have cancer.
I made it up.
- I watched you vomit.
Christ, I had the flu.
I've been living on
the street for months.
I'm bound to sick, am I not?
I thought I needed you like
when we were back in school.
So happy to see you,
Jacob, I used you.
But you're not worth it.
I mean your twisted mood swings,
randoms showing up
looking for missing women.
- Missing woman,
what missing woman?
Norma, what's wrong with you?
- I took a paracetamol
from your bathroom.
- Norma, what missing woman?
He said her name was Christine.
- He said?
Who said that, Norma?
- Your mystery friend Russell.
- Russell was here?
- What's your Tuesday
project, Jacob?
- My project?
You want to know
what my project is?
- Hey Cleek, I've
told you before
your not for this
neck of the woods,
so stop cutting through it.
- We go to the same school.
We live in the same area.
- And what?
- Don't.
- What are you going to do?
- Leave him alone Kenneth.
- Norma Bagwell, you
know I don't get you.
One minute you want
me deep inside you,
then you're hanging
about with this retard.
- So because I'm paying
him some attention,
you kick the shit out of him?
Mature Kenneth, really mature.
- Thought that beating I
gave you last month was bad,
just wait till you see what's
coming next, you wee shit.
- It's pretty dark in there.
Nobody ever goes deep inside.
- It wasn't what you
did, it was how easy
we got away with it.
You carried on as
if nothing happened.
I couldn't do that.
I had to try it again.
- Right, let's go.
- Pick someone at
random, a stranger.
It became my hobby,
my pet project.
And then you came back.
And now you know too much.
Good morning, could
I please have a taxi?
- When for?
- Yes, for now.
What's the address?
- It's one, two,
seven Renton Street.
- The name?
- Yeah, Cleek.
- Okay
as soon as we can.
- Okay, thank you.
Good morning Russell.
- Morning.
I was here a few hours ago.
That girl said you were out.
- Yes, Norma did say
you were looking for me,
hence the phone call.
- Where is she this Norma girl?
Did she mention Christine?
- Christine?
I'm afraid not.
Norma's way back to
Ireland some bother
with an ex-junkie boyfriend.
- Is she another one of
your distant friends?
- Russell, why do I
get the impression
you're not here to
talk about Norma, hmm?
- Because you arranged to
meet Christine last night,
and now nobody can
get ahold of her.
That's strange don't
you think considering
you were out all night?
- It is strange.
And that's what I thought
when she didn't show up.
As for me being out all
night, after our conversation
I took a shift at the
pub, and then I met
up with a friend,
and I'm afraid to say
it got rather messy.
- And your friend,
what's his name?
- Sam McBride.
- This Sam, he'll be
able to corroborate this?
- Corroborate?
Yeah, he'll be able
to corroborate it
if you can get ahold of him.
You see Sam and Norma
became very close,
so he left with her to
protect her from this junkie.
And I think it's time I
found myself a new sponsor
'cause I've had quite
enough of these harassments.
Now if you'll excuse me?
Shush.
Shush.
I wish I could make
it more humane.
Don't worry.
They will find you.
You will be my last
ever victim here,
and the only one
ever to be found.
I truly am sorry.
Good morning Susan.
- Morning.
- Running late today?
- Just a little.
Jacob, I was wondering if
you'd like to go out sometime
for a coffee,
lunch, even dinner.
- Are you free Tuesday nights?
- Afraid not, I work
late on a Tuesday.
Why Tuesdays?
- No reason.
Isn't that your bus coming?
How 'bout Wednesday?
- What you reading?
- Do you remember that
woman who was killed
in an alley the week before
we went on our first date?
- Vaguely.
- Well it seems that
a tissue containing
her saliva was found
in a self storage park
along with several other bodies.
What did you see?
It says that on the
tissue there were
specks of blood from a
mechanic named Richard Foster,
and he's the main suspect.
The self storage
container was opened
when the rent on the
property hadn't been paid
for several months.
The tenant paid in
cash, and police believe
the name used Gary Lutz is
fake, and there might be
a serial killer or
killers targeting women.
- Why are you so interested?
- It's just scary.
You could've been a victim.
- Well I'm just glad
we moved to the country
where it's safe.
I'll go fix us some lunch, hey?
Jacob, that's lunch ready.
There's actually something
else I kinda wanted
to talk to you about.
It ties in with living
in a safe place.
- I look forward to it.
- Anyway,
I'll make up some tea.
- I believe the next few months
will be very interesting.
say they are becoming
increasing concerned for
the safety of a vulnerable
missing woman from Latnum.
- Three fire
engines, police officers
and even a water rescue team
were called out to look.
- Top story
today, police and fire crews
were called out to search
for a missing person
that in one report
wore a pair of trainers
and a backpack
near Latnum graves.
- Police
are still searching
for a student who sparked
a missing person's inquiry
when she failed to turn up at
her parents on Christmas day.
Joan Brice's worried
mother booked her missing
when she did not arrive
at her family home
on December the 23rd.
- Detective
inspector Allen
from the Glasgow area
said, "We're currently
"liaising with the local
community in attempt
"to locate the missing
youth, but anyone who
"hasn't seen Stephanie
or knows her whereabouts
"to call us as
soon as possible."
- Did you know her,
the missing woman?
- Yes, not very well,
but I'm doing my part.
- Good, there's that many
people going missing these days,
and no one seems to
really give a shit.
- Humanity's in a rush.
Nobody has any time for
anyone except themselves.
- Well I hope she shows up.
- Good morning, I'm Jacob.
I'm a friend of Sams.
- Lisa.
- Coffee?
- No thanks.
I've gotta go.
- Ta-da.
- Breakfast, the most
important meal of the day.
- It's not just any breakfast.
This is a cowboy breakfast.
I wolf down one of
these every single day.
- Too bad I've already eaten.
- Aye well you need to bus soon.
I've got company comin' over.
- Didn't your
company just leave?
- What you think she's company?
Wait till you see what I've
got coming around later.
- Maybe you ought
to settle down.
- Fuck.
Fuck, that's her.
You sure you don't want
it in a wee doggie bag?
- No, maybe your
guest'll want it.
- Come here.
With a bit of luck, she'll be
feasting on something else.
- Charmin'.
I'll use the back door.
- We're all here because
we have a problem,
and we need to solve our
problem before it drains
the life out of us.
You can call it what
you want, an addiction,
a fixation, a demon.
But what it is is
an enslavement, one
of craving and compulsion.
And if you let it, it'll drag
you even deeper into despair.
Let's open up to you.
Scott please.
- My name's Scott,
and I'm addict.
I haven't had a drink
for about five months.
Who am I tryin' to
kid, about five months?
It's been four
months and 26 days.
I know this because
like everyone else here
I'll never forget my last drop.
And thanks to the
people in this very room
and the support of my loving
wife, I'm gonna stay clean.
Thanks.
- Jacob.
- My name's Jacob,
and I'm an addict.
That's all I have to say.
- You've been coming
here awhile now,
maybe give it some push.
- Some push?
- Just a wee bit.
I'm your sponsor.
You need to trust me.
- My name is Jacob,
and I'm an addict.
I know that when I let it
take over I become powerless.
And like our great speaker
said, we have a problem.
But that problem binds
us, brings us together.
That problem gives
us a place to tell
the tales that
make us who we are.
- Not bad.
- Thank you Russell.
- My name is Rodger,
and I'm an alcoholic.
- Do you mind if I ask
you a couple questions?
- Not at all.
- When was the last time
you saw healthy Jackie.
- At the last meeting.
- Thank you.
- The night before
she went missing.
- That's what Raymond said.
- Hi my name's Frank.
I'm an alcoholic.
- It just doesn't make sense.
She wouldn't just up
and disappear like that.
- Russell, do you mind
if I say something
without you taking offense?
- Called me a drunk,
and said I needed help.
- You didn't really
know Jackie that well.
She'd only been coming
here a couple of months,
and the last time she was
seen she was in a pub.
What does that tell you?
- It tells me nothing.
Lots of alcoholics
go in pubs and clubs,
it doesn't mean
they're drinking.
You run that bar
for Christ's sake.
- But I'm going to
prove 'em wrong.
- Russell you're not
a policeman anymore.
This isn't your case.
All we can do is hand out
fliers and help with the search.
- Ridiculous.
Somebody must know something.
- Russell, you
became an alcoholic
because of your job.
- So?
- Forgive me for only
thinking about myself,
but I don't want my
sponsor, my support
to be delving into bad
habits and old lifestyles.
It could be bad for both of us.
- A search has been
launched for a woman
who's been reported
missing from her home
on the South side of Glasgow.
32 year old Jacqueline
Crawford was last seen
outside Murray's
Bar on Shuttle Lane
at around two p.m. on
Tuesday the third of January.
Miss Crawford's colleagues
raised the alarm--
- Tell me something.
- When
she failed to turn up
at work the following day.
- What kind of a
man does not drink,
works in a pub, huh?
- The family who live
on the same street
as Jacqueline.
- Who says I don't drink?
- Don't talk pish.
I've seen you at
those AA meetings.
- Funny, I've not
seen you there.
- Aye, well I've seen
you leaving them.
- Just because I
attend those meetings
doesn't mean I don't drink.
Just means I don't like drinking
problem unlike yourself.
- Oh, touche barman.
- Her friend
Antony spoke about the search.
- Paul, Tuesday?
- On you go?
- Warn somebody, anybody,
we're just all worried.
- Jacqueline Carwford
is described and being--
- Oh and by the
way, I do not have
a drinking problem.
That's why you don't see
me at those daft meetings
you go to, huh?
- I guess you won't
want another then?
- Don't be daft.
Fill 'er up.
- You look like a man
that could afford this.
- Excuse me?
- I'll make it worth your while.
- Don't you mean you'll
make it worth my money?
- Aye, that too.
- Maybe some other time.
Are you hungry?
- Why are you helping me?
- Helping others gives me peace.
- Jacob, let me in.
I need to talk to you.
- Do you want me to leave?
- Not at all.
- Good evening, Russell.
Please come in.
- Strange company to be
keeping this time of night.
She's a mess.
- You don't exactly
look great yourself.
- Do you recognize this woman?
Her name's Debra Allen.
She went missing
three years ago.
This was the last
case I was working
when things went bad,
and I turned to drink.
I lost my partner and my job.
- Can't say that I do.
Look Russell, why are
you telling me this?
- I was thinking about what
you said the other day.
And I don't think I
can be your sponsor.
Look every time there's a
serious crime in this town,
it brings me right back to this.
And now that Jackie's
been AWOL, my mind's
just not in it.
- I understand.
You know we all lose
it from time to time.
- I don't know.
Look Bill, just let me
step up to the plate,
maybe he can be your sponsor.
- Maybe.
- Glad to see there's only
one glass of wine poured.
That better be for your guest.
- Of course.
You need to leave, now!
What's your name?
- Teresa.
- Okay Teresa, I'm
interested to see
what you can do for me.
- I can do a lot of things.
- I bet you can, but
not here, at my house.
Meet me around the corner
in five minutes, understood?
- Okay.
So what's first
bed, floor, couch?
- How 'bout a drink?
- Oh wine, fancy.
- Nothing but the best.
- Tough day?
- Pour one.
- Sam?
Work or the miss, hmm?
- Family.
I've worked my balls off
all day just so I could see
the kids tonight.
Do you know what she's doing?
She's taking them curling.
Curling.
What do you need that do you
know's out there curling?
I swear she's doing
all she can to stop me
seeing those kids.
- Surely if you want to
spend time with them,
and she's taking
them out tonight,
the wise thing would be
for you to buy a ticket.
- You're a genius.
- I can nip back and get
changed and make it in an hour.
- Come on.
- Tell me is it a curling
game or a curling match.
Do you know?
- Match I believe,
but don't quote me.
- Stacy, Stacy, what's
the matter with you?
You're not fun to be
around like last night.
- Oh don't act like
the big man, Richard.
It's not my fault you
couldn't get it up last night.
- Oh, you!
What do you think you're
doing hitting a woman, huh?
- Fuck off, or I'll
do worse to you.
- Aye, well come ahead then.
Fucking hell!
Fuck!
- I'll see you again.
- Fuck.
Thanks for the backup.
- I don't have the
stomach for violence.
What could that have
possibly achieved?
- Aye well, so where can
I get a curling ticket
around here then eh?
- Police have
made a brand new appeal
for help in locating
Jacqueline Crawford
who has been missing
for two weeks.
Jacqueline, 32,
has not been seen
since Tuesday the
third of January
when she left the
bar on Shuttle Lane.
The latest appeal came
when family and friends
sent out search parties
and asked for support
in finding their loved one.
Jacqueline Crawford is
described as slim build,
five foot six, and she's
tall with long brown hair.
- It's been great seeing you.
- Take
whatever you want.
- Oh, no, no, no, it's not
your money we want, love.
- If it was, we
wouldn't even be here
with some sanky homeless bitch.
- Oh mate, this is
none of your business,
so piss off.
I mean it I'll fuck you up.
- You're welcome to try,
and you'll probably succeed,
but one of you will end up
with this across your face.
The question is who will it be.
- Come on.
It's not worth it.
Come on, I've dealt with
this asshole before.
Let's go.
- Jacob?
Jacob Cleek?
It's me, Norma.
- Feel better?
- Yeah, thanks for the shower.
I hope I'm not keeping
you from anything.
- No.
I usually have an art
thing on a Tuesday,
but it's nothing.
So how did you become--
- Homeless?
- Unsettled.
- You know me, mom was
a drunk, loved the men.
- As did you.
- Ouch.
And when I'm told to do
something, I do the opposite.
So when she tried to
ground me at 16, I left
and went to Ireland.
- Why Ireland?
- Why not?
Anyway, a guy
become my boyfriend.
Moved in with boyfriend.
Boyfriend was a junkie.
Junkie got jailed, now he's
left paying less than them,
ended up here.
- Where's your mom?
- If I knew that, I
wouldn't be out in the cold.
- Dad?
- Which one?
No, don't do that.
- Do what?
- That.
Look I have been on the
street for four years.
I don't need your pity.
So as soon as my clothes
are dry, I'll get away,
and you can get on
with your project.
- I don't pity you.
I've not known you
for the last 17 years,
so I don't pity you at all.
But what I do know
is the only reason
I got through high school
was because of you.
You helped me through
it, so I owe you.
- You don't own me anything.
- Yes, I do.
So you're welcome to
stay here until you get
back on your feet.
- You said yourself,
yo don't even know me.
- And you don't know me.
I think after high
school, we both know
we can trust each other.
All I ask is on a Tuesday
night I get it to myself
to work on my project
as you put it.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
- Oh, well, well, well, you
don't call, you don't write.
- I was at your door last
Wednesday morning, remember
before your special
guest arrived.
- I'm talking about
the pub, man, the pub.
I mean Paul's got some
big-titted darling
go up behind the bar, his cousin
or something like that.
Not that I'm complaining
about the view.
But she can't pull
a pint for shit.
So what's the story, you quit?
- No, I had a friend staying
with me the last few days.
I'm just helping her out.
- Ooh, her, it's a bird, is it?
So when do I get
to meet her, eh?
- Not anytime soon.
Look I'll be back at
work tomorrow, okay?
I'll speak to you then.
- Aye, no bother.
Oh listen, I'll be out tomorrow
during the day, all right?
Going to try and see
the kids, so no surprise
coffee visits, huh?
- Okay.
Good to know.
- Lisa, come on.
This is just stupid.
What are you doing?
- Bugger off.
- Lisa, I said I'm sorry.
Just come back.
- Piss off, May.
- Walk away
like you always do.
Stupid Cow.
- Who the fuck are you?
- It's Jacob.
Sam's friend, we met
a couple weeks ago.
Do you need any help?
- No, I'm fine.
- Are you here alone?
- Aye, my mate's just
pissed off and left me.
Said I'm a pain in the
arse when I'm drunk.
They're the arse holes.
I don't need some creep
like you chasing after me.
I just want to go home.
- Well I've been
sitting here all night.
- And?
- You still haven't
bought me a drink.
- Well, well, well,
Jacob, I have to say
it's good to have you back, pal.
- I'm surprised Paul didn't
get you to cover for me.
You are here often enough.
- You couldn't afford to
lose me as a customer.
This place would
go bust without me.
- Jacob.
- Norma?
- Guess what.
- What?
- I have got a job.
- Congratulations, Norma.
Doing what?
- Cleaner, mopping, brushing
out closets, stuff like that.
- Cleaner?
- Yeah.
- You sure that's
what you want to do?
- Well it's not as
if I can be fussy.
And come on, you
haven't really settled
and made it yourself,
mr. big shot.
You work in a pub.
- Well the hours
are flexible for me.
- For your painting, I know.
Well your million pound
model is right here.
Hello again.
- Again?
- Aye, we've met.
- We have.
- And if I remember
correctly, you owe me
a few alcoholic beverages.
- Well at least I know where
my first wage is goin'.
Look I've got to go
and do some paperwork,
but as soon as I have for a
month's rent, I'll be going.
- Norma, there's no rush.
- Thank you.
- Huh?
- Sam.
- Huh?
- Is very
expensive today
costing $10,000 or $15,000
if your getting 15.
You look at them now after it's
done, and nothing's changed.
- How you feeling?
- I'll be okay.
I think I'm just coming
down with something.
- Well it's Tuesday night,
so if you don't mind I--
- I just lightened my load.
I'm not going anywhere.
- You're looking
at his bags under his eyes.
And now he's just got black--
- But I need to keep
going with my work.
I've got deadlines to meet.
- Jacob, I really can't move.
The way I'm feeling
I'll probably just crash
here in an hour,
and you can get on
with your project in peace.
- Very
embarrassing for you.
- I mean can you no
do it another night?
Unless of course,
you're kicking me out.
- Of course not.
I'll be back in a
few hours, okay?
- Okay.
- Lousy, so
he asked me was that stupid?
- You're
fuckin' joking man.
- I know.
- I fuckin' had it.
Check it out, man.
- All right, sweetheart?
- Fuck off.
- Oh, a dirty mouth.
I like that.
Let me show you how to use it.
Cow.
- I'm sorry.
Am I interrupting?
- So what you
gonna do this time?
- Hit call.
Do you need walked home?
- Please.
- You all right?
- I'm fine.
- What's your name?
- Agnes.
Thanks for that.
Those guys were
fucking arse holes.
You don't need to walk me home.
- I insist.
- Don't worry about it.
Honestly, it's
not even that far.
- Shush.
I'm sorry.
It's not supposed
to be like this.
I'm usually a lot
more elegant, shush,
not like those putrid
animals back there.
- Please, you don't
have to do this.
- What do
you have going on down there?
- You're right.
You saved me from those pigs,
but you don't have to do this.
- You have no idea
what I have to do.
- Look just go,
and we'll take this
as a misunderstanding, okay?
I won't go to the
police, I swear.
- Fuck you.
- Jacob, you okay?
- I'm fine.
- Jacob?
- I said I'm fine!
- God,
grant me the serenity
to accept the things
I cannot change.
Courage to change
the things I can
and the wisdom to know
the difference, amen.
- Amen.
I feel like I have
a bug, a bug that's
crawling under my skin.
A bug that's living,
breathing, controlling me.
I'm not scared of it.
I actually, well I
actually quite enjoy it.
I crave it.
- I'm sorry, mate, but
you're talking shit, so stop.
Bill Paten, I don't believe
we've been properly introduced.
- Don't.
Just don't.
There's a lot of
people here trying hard
to stay off the drink,
and you, you're talking
about craving it,
letting it control you.
You're giving people
the wrong impression.
- Right, okay, let's
take five minutes, hey?
Look, I know you didn't
agree what Bill said,
but he's right.
What the hell was
that all about?
- Who's that woman?
- Forget the woman.
When was the last
time you had a drink?
- Last Tuesday.
- Last Tuesday?
- Uh hmm.
- Are you trying to
take the piss outta me?
And when'd you start again?
- I never stopped.
- You never stopped?
You know Jacob, you've been
coming here a long time.
So if this is just
some joke to wind me
and the group up, you
better come clean now.
- I have an addiction,
Russell, but I have
it under control.
- How often?
- Once a week, but
like I said I have it
under control.
- Look drugs, sex,
drink, it doesn't matter
what the addiction is.
If you're addicted,
you're not in control,
and that just leads
to catastrophe.
You have to ditch it.
Do you understand?
- Yes.
Now Russell please, the
woman, what's her story?
- Name's Catherine Dolan Pool.
She's been coming here
for a few months now.
She lost a daughter last year,
but she'd been doing well.
She got another one on
the way, her partner,
well he's got cancer.
He wants to end it all
to stop the suffering.
She's having none of it.
Why are you so
interested in her?
- Support and hope, Russell,
isn't that why we're here?
Any word on Jacqueline?
- No, nothing.
- Send her friends
and family my best.
- Jacob, are you in there?
- I'll be out in a sec.
- I need to get in.
I'm bursting, come
on open the door.
- Norma, Norma, I
need you to leave.
- What, piss
of and let me in.
- I'm sorry.
- Norma, I'm serious
I need you to go.
- You all right?
- I just need you to go.
- No, not until I
know you're all right.
- Is this to do with
your art project?
Is it stressing you out?
Tell me what's up.
- Tango.
- Tango?
- That's right.
Tango.
- What's a tango?
- You, you're the
definition of a tango.
You take and borrow
from me, lift and hawk
until there's nothing left.
How long are you gonna
bleed me dry, hmm?
I keep you here.
I feed you.
I give you money.
You now make your own
money, and all I ask for
is a bit of privacy
on a Tuesday.
- I'm sorry.
- But no, you keep coming back.
I'm too ill to go out.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
I mean what's wrong
with you, hmm?
Why can't you leave me alone?
Are you curious about me?
Does my self sufficient and
independent life attract you?
Or is there something else?
Is it sexual?
- I have cancer!
I have cancer, and now
I know how you feel.
But I want to thank you
for your hospitality,
but I want no more of it.
- All right Jacob,
what can I get you?
- Hi Freddy, just to pick
up the steaks I ordered.
- Oh right.
Special occasion?
- Just a guest who's dissatisfied
with my hospitality.
- I'm sure these'll
go down a treat.
- Thank you, Freddy.
- No bother.
- Was your steak cooked okay?
- It was magic, thanks.
It's lung cancer.
I know you're dying to
ask, but you also know
it's rude to ask.
So instead you're just
sitting there making
small talk while your
curiosity eats away at you.
Anyway, I don't know
how long I've got,
but don't worry I'm
not gonna drop dead
on your bathroom floor
or anything like that.
- I've told you before,
you're not for this neck
of the woods.
- We go to the same school.
We live in the same area.
- And what?
What are you gonna do?
- You don't have to do this.
You saved me from those
pigs, but you don't have
to do this.
I won't go to the
police, I swear.
- Come on.
Here, drink this.
- It's not drugged, is it?
- Do you think I'd
waste it on you?
- Why'd you bring me here?
- Firstly, here I can be your
mate, not just your customer.
And secondly, it's the only
other bar where I can get tick.
So what's up?
You get your coffee
fix this morning, huh?
- It's been a long week.
- Long week?
That's fine.
I've got nothing better
to do all day today.
- It's Norma.
- What about her?
You shagged her yet?
Oh wait, is that it?
She's not putting out, huh?
All right, sorry right, go on.
- I've got creative activity
every Tuesday night,
and in order to get it done
I need to get my privacy.
- What you can't work there?
- Exactly.
- I see.
Well here's an idea for you.
Why don't you make her
your creative activity
and get her done, huh?
I mean come on.
Look as far as I can
see you're not making
much money at this
art thing, right?
So why don't you
take a break, man?
Relax, chill out, huh.
Spend some time getting tore
at that bird living with you.
- What's your arrangements
on a Tuesday night?
- No, no.
No, no, no, no way,
man, no, no, no.
You're not dumping me
with her, so you can
go off and do you artist stuff.
- Sam, I know you.
Your Tuesday nights consist
of slumping up a bar,
drowning yourself in
whiskey and waiting
for some big breasted
stranger to walk in.
And if that doesn't
happen, you'll phone up
one of you many female
companions who you used
and abused, and they thought
they were oh so special.
- All right, all
right, fuck's sake.
- Technically I'm helping you.
- Right, how'd
you work that out?
- I'm cutting out the bit
where you drink alone.
- Ah.
It's been a long time
since I had a proper date.
I don't get this.
How come I take you out
for a drink to help you,
and I end up taking
your bird out?
- You are helping me more
than you'll ever know.
Norma, I've got some good news.
- What?
- I've got you a
date Tuesday night.
- Jacob, I don't want a date.
Oh wait a minute, is this
because of the other night?
- No, it's not.
I just think you and Sam
would get on quite well.
- Sam?
The drunk in the bar that's
who you're setting me up with?
- All right, he does
drink a lot, but let's
be honest you're gonna end
up drinking wherever you go.
- Fine I'll go, but I'm
getting hammered before it.
- I wouldn't expect
anything less.
And you never know, you
might even enjoy yourself.
- Aye, right.
- Thank you.
- So family or
relationship troubles?
- Relationship.
Men.
- We're not all that bad.
- Any progress with
the missing woman.
- No, nothing yet.
- I'm Susan by the way.
- Jacob.
- The last months
have been difficult,
but before that I
was on the drink,
and I hit it hard.
But you helped me.
You lot got me through.
Fraser passed away four
days ago, and it was tough.
It was so bloody hard.
I miss him so much.
Sometimes I think I
should just end it
just to be with him again.
But it's wrong.
And now I've got
this one on the way.
And I crave the drink.
- We got you through
it once, Christine.
We'll get you through it again.
- Have you seen Jackie at all?
Take this, just keep
an eye out for her.
Thanks very much.
Have you seen Jackie at all?
Just keep a hold of that..
Keep looking out for her.
- I'll do.
- Thank you.
Have any of you
see Jackie at all?
Just keep out for her, hey?
Thank you.
Bill, have you not seen Jackie?
Were you not quite close?
- No, we weren't close.
She was lost, and I
tried to help her.
Nobody's heard from her Russell.
I'm sure if they did, you'd
be the first to find out.
- Coffee?
- Cheers.
- You know Russell, one
minute you're my sponsor,
and the next you're
playing detective.
Which is it, hmm?
- You know it's true
as a sponsor I've got
a reputation for
being pretty tough.
I'm sure some would even
say a bit of a prick.
But you see, Jacob,
that doesn't bother me
as long as I do my job and keep
you guys clean and healthy.
- What's your point?
- Well you told be
you'd stopped drinking.
Clearly that's
not been the case.
So clearly I've not been
doing my job properly.
So clearly I need to be
on your back even more.
I'll be there to keep you clean.
Now what was it
this Tuesday, beer,
whiskey, a glass of wine?
- I told you, Russell, you
don't need to worry about me.
- You ever notice
that you answer me
without actually answering me?
- I'll take that
as a compliment.
- You take that
any way you want.
Just remember I'll be
keeping an eye on you
for your benefit.
- Not
like those putrid animals.
- Yo mate, you need any eccies?
- No.
- You want some?
- Do I look like a
pill popper to you?
- Do you want me to
answer that one, mate?
- Challenge my
answers one more time,
and I'll make sure
your face is seen
on every lamppost
with the word missing
above your fucking forehead.
- You fucking
threatening me, you dick?
- I am.
Now disappear.
- What a crude,
wee, filthy asshole.
I swear is he came near
me, I would beat him
six ways to Sunday.
- You wee, creepy
junkie, bum pot.
My name's Lucy by
the way, Lucy Walker.
What's your name?
- It's Jacob.
- Well Jacob, you look far
too classy for this place.
- Thanks.
- You look like you
could use a fix,
so I'll go and get us
a couple of coffees,
and then maybe you could
show my your feng shui.
Sound good?
- Yes.
- All right, black or white?
- Excuse me?
- Your coffee.
- White please.
- Sugar?
- No.
- Me neither, we're both
sweet enough, right.
Back in two secs.
Well this is nice.
Oh you're an artist.
See I knew there was
something enticing about you.
You know I used to do a
bit or art in third year
at school, but it wasn't for me.
And then I started modeling
for like naked paintings
n'stuff, so I guess you
could call that art.
- Would you like a coffee
or something stronger?
- No, I don't drink.
Have you seen the streets?
Did you know that alcohol
has made more people homeless
than drugs, and I
wouldn't touch either.
No, coffees fine for me, thanks.
- There are worse things to
be addicted to, trust me.
- So do you ever
to naked painting?
What's it called again--
- Life drawing.
And yes, I did.
But I've moved into
unexplored art.
- Oh, like what?
- Hello?
- What are you doing back?
- We thought you could
do with some company.
- No, what I needed was the
exact opposite of company.
- Hi, I'm Lucy.
I love the dress.
- Thanks.
- Look we'll just
get our of your way,
let you get on
with your project.
- No, no, no, it's fine.
It's just mismanaged.
- What's the project?
- Lucy sweetheart, I
think you are the project.
- We've got a bottle of
wine why don't we just turn
this into a kind of double date?
- Right, well I don't drink.
Did you know that
alcohol has made
more people homeless than drugs?
- Is that right?
- So yeah, I tried
some fashion modeling,
but it wasn't for me.
Did you know I was
nearly on page three
until the photographer
wanted to closet shots.
Sack that.
I wanted to move like enter
everything at once, you know,
TV, books, film, fashion,
but I could not decide.
And then eventually
decided singing.
But I wasn't very good at it.
Not even auto-tune
could sort this voice.
- Christ, I need another.
- So to ask the question again,
what do you do for
a living, Lucy?
- Honestly, I'm in between
jobs at the minute.
Can you believe that?
Well that's the
short version anyway.
So I notice that I'm in
a one bedroom apartment,
and there's two
people living in it,
so are you two going at
it, doing the naughty?
- No, no, no, no, you
may be in between jobs,
but I'm in between homes.
Jacob's just letting
me crash here
until I get back on my feet.
- Ah, what a hero?
See I knew there was
something special about you.
No offense, but I'm glad
you two aren't together
because I think I might
want this one all to myself.
- You need to leave.
- What?
- Now!
- Jacob, don't be
so bloody rude.
- And your bang out of order.
- Get your coat.
- My problem started
a long time ago
when I was 17.
I was against the world
and everything in it
especially those closest to me.
But nothing came
close to when I got
some alone time to release
that monster inside me.
I'm not religious.
I remember seeing a funeral.
There was a boy, a boy
who used to bully me.
His dad crashed a car.
The boy died.
Before he died, I prayed
for that boy's death.
The week after, I
turned to drink.
So you see you're
addiction might've made
you do bad things,
but that doesn't mean
to say you're bad people.
Thanks very much.
- Do you know I think
that's the first time
somebody's actually
stood up here and spoke,
and you've paid attention
to what they've said.
- You should get him
to speak more often
maybe even run these groups.
- Raymond's spoken here
before, Jacob, a few times.
Maybe his words are just
having an impact on you
'cause you wanna give up
your Tuesday sessions.
Why a Tuesday anyway?
What's so special
about Tuesdays?
- I'm trying to appreciate
Raymond's words.
- But what's so special
about Raymond's words
all of a sudden?
- Being an addict isn't
your fault no matter
what the addiction is.
- Why do I get the
feeling you're talking
about more than alcohol here?
- That's because I am.
Hey Russell, I'm no canary.
But Bill was looking
rather bug eyed.
Keep him close.
- Police have
appealed for the public's help
in tracing a missing
24 year old girl.
Lisa Cane was last seen in
the South side of Glasgow
around 7:30 p.m. on the
seventh of February.
Her family has not
heard from her since
and are concerned
for her wellbeing.
Lisa left Vincent Bar after
a falling out with friends.
She is described as
around five foot tall,
of slim to medium build
with long blonde hair,
blue eyes, and a
fair complexion.
- You can stay with
one of us tonight.
We'll take care of you.
- I don't need taking care of.
I'm not a wean.
I need Fraser.
- Fraser's gone Christine.
I'm sorry, but he is.
And if you turn
back to the booze,
you won't last long either.
- Bill, saying she
won't last long either
aren't exactly the
best choices of words
when she just wants to
be with your husband.
- How 'bout you drop
the smart arse routine
and offer up some help?
- I can't bring up
this baby on my own.
What kind of life will it have?
- Excuse me.
Mr. Partlow, what
are you doing here?
I contact you, not
the other way around.
- So do you want them or not?
- You brought them here
to an addiction group?
Are you that moronic?
- Isn't it for alcoholics?
- It doesn't matter
what it's for.
- Well right now,
you're my customer.
So you buying or not?
What about the payment?
- It will be in a
birthday card as always.
And it doesn't matter
if it's five days,
five months, or five years,
I contact you, understand?
How are you feeling, Christine?
- Like shit.
How do you think I feel?
- I was listening to
Raymond very carefully
about what he said about
good people and bad people,
and he's right.
Wanting to end your life
doesn't make you a bad person.
You miss your husband.
I believe love is doing whatever
you can to be with someone.
Love isn't a bad thing.
So don't let anyone get in
the way of it, Christine.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Listen my Tuesday nights
are usually quite free.
If you need someone to talk
to, you're more than welcome
to come to mine.
- Please.
- Okay.
But we'll keep it between
us for now, all right?
- Someone's birthday?
- Just an art supplier's.
- Haven't seen you
since last Tuesday
when you had your
little outburst.
- Different shift patterns.
- Totally see you weren't
really interested,
but I think she got a
message along for a tutor.
- Thank you.
- Figured you weren't
really into her.
- We have different tastes.
- Right.
My question is why'd
you have her over here
if you hate her that much?
- Look can we just drop
last Tuesday please?
- Okay.
Well one good thing
did come out of it.
I got another date with Sam.
- Really?
- Yeah, he was
actually really nice.
He made an effort
not to get drunk
well at least till
we got back here,
and he paid for the whole night.
- Congratulations.
- So when's date
number two, hmm?
- Well we decided
to wait a week.
I thought that I would
let you have the privacy
that I never gave you last week,
or the week before last,
or the week before last.
- Stop.
It's fine.
We're fine.
I have to go post this.
- I had a miscarriage.
And in a sick kind of
way, I was grateful.
If you ever needed
anybody that much,
don't you think you'd,
would to do anything
to be with them?
- Jacob, I need to talk to you.
Jacob, I know you're in there.
Open the door.
Jacob, I need to talk to you.
- Good evening Russell.
- Evening.
What's with the boxes?
- Art work.
- This
is a nice place.
- Russell, why are you here?
- I was just passing by.
- At 10 o'clock at night?
- Is that water in that glass?
- Take a sip and find
out, or will the taste
of alcohol throw you
over the edge again?
Tell me Russell,
how're the kids, hmm?
- I lost my partner and
then turned to drink.
And no excuse is
ever a good one.
What's your story?
- I simply have a taste for
it, but I can assure you,
Russell, there's just
water in that glass.
- Look let's say I
believe you, and I do.
But I'm your sponsor.
I need to ask you these things.
- No, you're only my
sponsor when it suits you.
- You told me about your wee
drink on a Tuesday night,
and yet for two weeks,
you've not touched a drop.
Why the change?
- Let's say unexpected company.
- Didn't appear to be
any here when I arrived.
- Unexpectedly.
No Russell, are we done
playing detective here?
- Fair enough.
May I use your toilet
before I leave?
- No, you may not.
Now get out.
- Jacob?
Hello?
Anybody home?
Hello?
Jacob?
You in there, pal?
- I would like to pay
for two months rent
on container one,
one, two please.
- Name?
- Gary Lutz.
- Cash or card?
- Cash.
- I'll leave it for the
manager in the morning.
- The
person you are calling
can't come to the
phone right now.
Please leave your
message after the beep.
- Jacob, how you doing?
It's Sam.
Listen me and Norma were
just leaving the pub, right.
But I thought I'd
just swing by and get
a quick chat with you.
But that wee outburst you
had with that Lucy girl,
it got me thinking.
I've got an idea that
can help you relieve
some of that stress.
Listen I'll see you
soon, mate okay?
Oh, I'm getting away now.
- It's not his usual seat.
- It's not his
usual drink either.
He's been acting weird
every since he got back.
- Have you got any
extra hours going?
- Sure, when for?
- Now.
- Now?
- Got your message.
Where's Norma?
- She's at home,
my home actually.
- Your home?
- Well you've hardly
been yourself lately,
Jacob, have you?
- I've had a lot on, Sam.
- Well here's the deal.
I like Norma.
And despite my many
faults which you were
so kind as to point
out, she likes me.
- Have you got something
you want to tell me, Sam?
- I think Norma should
pack up all her belongings
and move in with me
where she's safe.
- Safe?
I've seen the way
you treat women.
- Yeah pal, I don't
think it's my bad habits
that are the problem here.
- You do what you have to, Sam.
How 'bout I take him home?
- You sure?
- As long as you pay me
for the rest of the shift.
Nice and easy.
Nice and easy.
- What are you doing?
- Nice and easy.
- You taking us home?
- Of course.
- You're some man,
Jacob, you know that?
The best.
- Thank you.
Now get some rest, hey.
- Hey you're going
the wrong way.
- Oh no, no, this
way's a shortcut.
- Oh my head's bouncing, man.
- Here take one of these.
- These air fresheners
used to last for months.
Not anymore.
Everything is just so cheap
and worthless nowadays.
Everything is just
copied, regurgitated,
then just spat back out.
There's no love for
originality anymore.
So how's the headache, hmm?
I'm going to remove
this piece of cloth.
You're very quiet, Sam.
It makes it difficult to
tell what you're thinking.
And for someone who's
been left in the dark
and constrained to a
chair, you don't seem
particularly perturbed.
- This is a wind
up or something.
Some wind up or joke.
- Tell me something,
Sam, what day is today?
- Wednesday.
It's a Wednesday?
- That's right.
Wednesday.
I don't particularly
like to get myself
into these circumstances
on a Wednesday.
- What is this place?
- That's a story
for another day.
Now what did you see, and
what did you tell Norma?
- Nothing.
- Tell me.
- Nothing.
- Tell me.
- I don't know.
- It's okay.
- Look I saw the ribcage.
- I wasn't hiding it.
- I don't know what
you've done, Jacob.
Maybe you've hurt
somebody accidentally--
- Ha, accidentally?
Tell me something, Sam.
What makes you think it
was an accident, hmm?
- What, no.
No, I know you.
You're an artist, and
you've got your project
that you work on.
- Do you want to know
what my project is?
I eradicate people.
That's right.
Every Tuesday night, I find
my insignificant victim,
and I simply kill them.
- No.
We've been pals for years.
- Ha pals?
We're not pals.
I used you, Sam.
The pigs,
your precious pigs.
- Look, look Jacob, I
don't know anything.
I don't, plus I
didn't tell anyone.
I promise.
I'm not getting
out of here, am I?
- I'm afraid not.
- Sam, I don't
know where you are,
but your car's
outside your house.
Will you call me?
- Hi, who are you?
- Excuse me, you just
knocked on my door.
- Unless you're a
friend of Jacob's.
Is he in?
- No, I've no idea where he is.
- My friend just went missing.
I was supposed to meet her
tonight, but she stood me up.
- You couldn't have made
much of an impression, hey.
- Yeah well she's
been depressed,
so I phoned a few
of her friends.
Apparently, she'd arranged
to meet Jacob tonight.
I just wondered
if she showed up.
- No, don't think so.
I been staying with
Jacob the last few weeks,
and he's always got this
art thing on a Tuesday.
- He told me about his painting.
He doodles.
But see it was him
that invited her round.
You all right?
- I'll tell Jacob you came
round when he gets back,
but that's the best I can do.
- I appreciate it.
Christine, the girl's who's
missing, she's pregnant.
- All the fuckin' time.
All this fucking
time I've known you,
you've been some sort
of funking Ian Brady,
Mayra Hindley, Fred
West motherfucker.
- And don't forget good
old Jack the Ripper
although he never got caught.
As for the rest of 'em,
why would I idolize
such pathetic scum?
- You think you're
better than them do you?
- I'm a saint compared to
those distasteful beasts.
- You are going to get caught!
- The only ones that get caught
are the ones who make mistakes.
Tuesday nights, I kill the
same Brit on the same night.
It's good to have stability.
- Yes, yes.
- Then you come along, and
rattle much fucking cage!
- Morning.
- Morning.
- Where were you?
- Took a shift at the
pub and as per usual,
Sam surpassed his limits,
so I took him home.
- I was at Sam's I
never saw you there.
- I never went inside.
- You're lying to me.
- Good night, Norma.
- What's the Tuesday
project, Jacob?
- What's with all
the questions, Norma?
- Sam's not answering his phone.
You said you took him
home, but he's not there.
I mean we all have
secrets, right?
Things we want to
keep you ourselves,
but you are on a
different level.
- We all have things we want
to keep to ourselves, Norma.
It's not a crime.
- Do you want to know
what my secret is, do you?
I don't have cancer.
I made it up.
- I watched you vomit.
Christ, I had the flu.
I've been living on
the street for months.
I'm bound to sick, am I not?
I thought I needed you like
when we were back in school.
So happy to see you,
Jacob, I used you.
But you're not worth it.
I mean your twisted mood swings,
randoms showing up
looking for missing women.
- Missing woman,
what missing woman?
Norma, what's wrong with you?
- I took a paracetamol
from your bathroom.
- Norma, what missing woman?
He said her name was Christine.
- He said?
Who said that, Norma?
- Your mystery friend Russell.
- Russell was here?
- What's your Tuesday
project, Jacob?
- My project?
You want to know
what my project is?
- Hey Cleek, I've
told you before
your not for this
neck of the woods,
so stop cutting through it.
- We go to the same school.
We live in the same area.
- And what?
- Don't.
- What are you going to do?
- Leave him alone Kenneth.
- Norma Bagwell, you
know I don't get you.
One minute you want
me deep inside you,
then you're hanging
about with this retard.
- So because I'm paying
him some attention,
you kick the shit out of him?
Mature Kenneth, really mature.
- Thought that beating I
gave you last month was bad,
just wait till you see what's
coming next, you wee shit.
- It's pretty dark in there.
Nobody ever goes deep inside.
- It wasn't what you
did, it was how easy
we got away with it.
You carried on as
if nothing happened.
I couldn't do that.
I had to try it again.
- Right, let's go.
- Pick someone at
random, a stranger.
It became my hobby,
my pet project.
And then you came back.
And now you know too much.
Good morning, could
I please have a taxi?
- When for?
- Yes, for now.
What's the address?
- It's one, two,
seven Renton Street.
- The name?
- Yeah, Cleek.
- Okay
as soon as we can.
- Okay, thank you.
Good morning Russell.
- Morning.
I was here a few hours ago.
That girl said you were out.
- Yes, Norma did say
you were looking for me,
hence the phone call.
- Where is she this Norma girl?
Did she mention Christine?
- Christine?
I'm afraid not.
Norma's way back to
Ireland some bother
with an ex-junkie boyfriend.
- Is she another one of
your distant friends?
- Russell, why do I
get the impression
you're not here to
talk about Norma, hmm?
- Because you arranged to
meet Christine last night,
and now nobody can
get ahold of her.
That's strange don't
you think considering
you were out all night?
- It is strange.
And that's what I thought
when she didn't show up.
As for me being out all
night, after our conversation
I took a shift at the
pub, and then I met
up with a friend,
and I'm afraid to say
it got rather messy.
- And your friend,
what's his name?
- Sam McBride.
- This Sam, he'll be
able to corroborate this?
- Corroborate?
Yeah, he'll be able
to corroborate it
if you can get ahold of him.
You see Sam and Norma
became very close,
so he left with her to
protect her from this junkie.
And I think it's time I
found myself a new sponsor
'cause I've had quite
enough of these harassments.
Now if you'll excuse me?
Shush.
Shush.
I wish I could make
it more humane.
Don't worry.
They will find you.
You will be my last
ever victim here,
and the only one
ever to be found.
I truly am sorry.
Good morning Susan.
- Morning.
- Running late today?
- Just a little.
Jacob, I was wondering if
you'd like to go out sometime
for a coffee,
lunch, even dinner.
- Are you free Tuesday nights?
- Afraid not, I work
late on a Tuesday.
Why Tuesdays?
- No reason.
Isn't that your bus coming?
How 'bout Wednesday?
- What you reading?
- Do you remember that
woman who was killed
in an alley the week before
we went on our first date?
- Vaguely.
- Well it seems that
a tissue containing
her saliva was found
in a self storage park
along with several other bodies.
What did you see?
It says that on the
tissue there were
specks of blood from a
mechanic named Richard Foster,
and he's the main suspect.
The self storage
container was opened
when the rent on the
property hadn't been paid
for several months.
The tenant paid in
cash, and police believe
the name used Gary Lutz is
fake, and there might be
a serial killer or
killers targeting women.
- Why are you so interested?
- It's just scary.
You could've been a victim.
- Well I'm just glad
we moved to the country
where it's safe.
I'll go fix us some lunch, hey?
Jacob, that's lunch ready.
There's actually something
else I kinda wanted
to talk to you about.
It ties in with living
in a safe place.
- I look forward to it.
- Anyway,
I'll make up some tea.
- I believe the next few months
will be very interesting.