Estranged (2015) - full transcript

Hey!

Hey.

- Faster, Callum! Faster!
- Beautiful!

- Yeah, that's a lot of--
- Look at the hills. They're beautiful.

Smile for the camera!

- Hello! Hey! Hello, Mum!

- My God.
- Whoo!

Faster!

I love you!

- I love you too!

- Whoo!



Go faster!

Whoo!

- Faster, Callum!

January!

Is she going to be okay?

Is she going to be all right?

Hey. Hey. Hey, Jan. Hey.

Stay with me babe, okay?

Jan.

Someone talk to me!

Is she going to be okay?

- Jan...

- Mum! Mummy!

They're coming!



- Is this your house?

Is this where you grew up?

I can't remember.

- God, you should see
my Mum's place.

It's a right shit hole.

Fuck.

- Ms. Dunfield, I'm Thomas.

Your butler?

The family are very
excited to see you.

- You have a butler?

- Welcome.
- Surprise!

- January?

- Your hair looks nice.

- You told them, didn't you?

- No one told us about this.

- You still look beautiful to me.

I've missed you so much.

- Mum.

- Oh!
- Mum.

- You can't remember anything
before the accident?

- Nothing.

- Will it come back?

- I really don't know.

- Did the doctors check you for clots?
- Yeah.

- Hemorrhages?
- Yes.

- Laurence, stop
interrogating her.

- I'm just checking
there's nothing else the matter.

- She couldn't come back
if there were.

- You trust a Mexican doctor?

It's a Brazilian.

Rio's in Brazil, not Mexico.

- I did Geography.

Can hold my breath
for three minutes.

Did you, um, make the banner?

It-- it's good.

- It's nothing really.
- Hmm.

- How long was I away for?

- Six years.
- Six.

- How did you crash the scooter?

- Dad.
- Shush, Katherine.

I'm curious myself.

- Were you speeding?

Then you could have slowed down.

I was there too.

It's just as much my fault.

- One of you can still walk.

- You should keep
your mouth shut.

Callum.

- Hey, hey, come on.

So what do I need around here?

Wellies? Boots?

Cloth cap? Whippet?

Jan?

Jan?

- When she hugged me,
nothing came back.

I didn't ask for this.

- Well, where else
could we have gone?

I'm only here because I'm sick.

They must think
I'm so fucking selfish.

- No, they don't.

- Didn't I ever tell you
why I left?

- Well, you wouldn't
talk about it.

- What if I never remember?

- Well, when you first woke up,

you thought I was there
to change the bedpans.

- But you remember me now,
don't you?

- You felt right.

- So will they.

Eventually.

Come on.
Let's take your drugs.

Yeah?

- I have prepared
the guest room for you, sir.

It's across in the east wing.

- No, I'm all right here.
Thanks.

- Only married couples
can share beds, sir.

House rules, I'm afraid.

What century is this?

- I'll be outside.

- Now I feel like
Mister fucking Darcy.

I love you.

See you in the morning.

- I think I prefer
the other part of the house.

Bet you can play some wicked games
of hide-and-seek here though.

- The family have never
been ones for games, sir.

- How do you know?

- Well, I've lived here
all my life.

My father was the butler
before me.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Of course.

- Was January happy here?

- I think so.

- I'm trying to understand
why she left.

I just want to help her,
that's all.

- I'm just a butler, sir.

Your room.

- What the fuck?

- You, uh... ever shot
anything before?

You want to?

- My arms are fine.

- I forgot.

You always liked
doing things your own way.

- You can do my makeup for me.

- Really?

- Just don't make
me look like a slut.

Oh, bloody hell!

- Never mind.

Have another go.

The recoil takes a bit
of getting used to.

- It's only the gangs back home
that have guns.

- Well, you need them here.

Hunting, putting things down,
that sort of thing.

That's the way it is.

- I suppose it's...

I suppose it's more of a tool
than a weapon out here.

- No, it's a weapon all right.

That's the worst mistake
you can make,

to forget that.

We're miles away
from the police here.

What if somebody broke in, huh?

It's always a weapon.

There you go.

- Whoa.

Did I get it?

- Uh-uh.

How much would it cost...

for you to go to London...

and not come back?

You don't have a job...

don't have anywhere to live...

If you can't look
after yourself...

how are you gonna
look after her?

- I'm staying with her.

And you can't change that.

And besides...

I've got the gun.

- It's not loaded.

We, uh...

We'll have more luck
over the hill.

Just be careful going up.

It's slippy.

Callum's nice, isn't he?

- He's all right.

Do you have a boyfriend?

- No.

All the boys around here
look like Dad.

- You should go to the city.

Meet someone
who isn't covered in mud.

- I couldn't do that.

- Nothing's stopping you.

- I'm settled here.

- You'll settle for this?

- Yes.

This is our home.

This is how we live.

We can't all run away
when we feel like it.

Some of us have responsibility.

You're too skinny.

You need to put on some weight.

- I couldn't eat solids
for a month.

- We'll have you plumped up
in no time.

So, what do you think?

- I'm so glad you're home.

- When did you stop
liking beans?

- I'm fine.

- Come on. Just a little cup.
- No thanks.

- Please? For me?

- Will you stop
mollycoddling her?

- Don't you have a job to go to?

- It's my day of rest.

- Animals don't get sick
on Sunday?

It's the Lord's day.
He's got them covered.

- Play nice, you two.

- I'm not playing anything.

She can't mind her own business.

- Only because I care.

- You just have nothing
better to do.

- Yes, I do.
- Like what?

Get married? Have babies?

- Laurence...
- Why don't you all just shut the fuck up?!

- Don't speak in front
of Mum like that.

- Apologize.

Hang these.

- Apologize.

- Hey, I actually shot one!

Hey.

Oh, wow.

What you been doing?
Face painting?

- What are they, dear?

- Morphine.

- Can I have one?

- You have your own medicine.

- Oh.

- Who painted that?

- Katherine did.

- She did it for me
from an old photograph.

You were away so long
and you never called.

- Was I really that bad?

- You had your moments.

- What the fuck are you doing?

She's having a hard time.

- Hard times aren't exclusive.

Everybody has them.

Not everybody disowns
their family though.

- Dude, she can't remember.

- Dude, I remember.

She's always thought
she's too good for us.

- I don't believe that.

- She's always been difficult.

Nothing's changed.

She's looking for attention.

- Yeah, she can be hard work,

but crippling herself
is a bit much.

- No, you crippled her.

But I think she's making
the most of it.

- That's sick.

- You don't know
what she's really like, do you?

Hey, guess what this is?

It's a ladder.

- No?

Jan?

- It's nothing.

- Are you sick?

What is it?

- When did I stop liking beans?

- Beans?

Way to kill the mood, babe.

- Seriously.
- What? Seriously?

- Did I ever like them?

- No.

- Something doesn't feel right.

- Yeah, that just might be
the amnesia messing with you.

- It doesn't explain why I left.

- It probably could have
been an age thing, you know?

You might have been difficult.

- What do you mean?

- No, don't-- don't--
don't worry about it.

- You think I did something?

- No, no. I'm just saying that--
that some families don't always get on.

It doesn't mean that you...

- Babe, you're be--
you're being paranoid.

- Fine. I'm crazy.

People do just go crazy
for no reason.

- Well, the brain damage
might have something

to do with that, yeah.

- So I'm making it up now.
It's all my fault.

- No, I didn't say that.

Look, you...

You just need time to adjust.

This is all new to you.

This has been hard
for me too, you know.

- Hard for you?

I'm the one who can
hardly fucking walk.

I'm the one who
can't remember anything.

- Yeah, and I'm the one
who sat by your bedside

for four months.

Do you know how much shit
I've got to deal with?

- Do you know how much shit
I've had to deal with

since you crashed the scooter?

- Fuck you.

- Shit!

I'll find a way.

Thomas?

Is that you?

- Yes, sir.

- Get in here.

- Callum?

Callum?

Callum?

Callum?

Where is he?

- Who?

- What did you say to him?

- I asked him to leave.
He did.

- He wouldn't.

- I beg to differ.

- Callum's not like that.

- I made him an offer.

He took it.

- He obviously didn't love you
as much as you thought.

- Boys can be so mean.

- I need to call him.

- Phone's dead.

We didn't pay the bill.

- One of you must have a mobile.

- What for?

- This is bullshit.
You're liars! Every--

- That's enough!

You don't talk
to anyone like that.

Not at my table.
- But I--

- You come back here
after all these years,

we allow
your worthless boyfriend--

- Don't call him that.
- You should be ashamed of yourself.

I am tired of you
behaving like an outsider.

You should never have left.

It's changed you.

You're not the same girl.

You're... you're not our Jan.

Your sister was doing
your washing the other day.

She came across a T-shirt.

You know what it said? Hm?

"Queen slut."

- Do you know what a slut is?

Why advertise yourself as one?

From now on, we are
going back to the old ways.

The way it was before you left.

From now on, you will dress
as a proper girl.

Is that understood?

That boy was no good for you.

You need time to heal.

We are your family.

You don't need anyone else.

- Oh, don't you look pretty.

Jan, we were wondering...

We all do chores around here...

Thomas, bless him,
he can't do everything,

so we all pitch in.

I know you weren't very well,
but you can help out now.

It'll make you feel
like you're part of the family.

Might make you feel
closer to Mum.

Thomas.

Come here. Here. Here.

What are you doing?

Pick it up.

- Oops-a-daisy.

Probably best
if you don't stand up. Careful.

Careful.

God, I'm so jealous of you.

I'd love a wheely chair.

Can you do tricks yet?

If I had a broken leg
or something

and had one of these,
first thing I'd be doing

is bunny hops
up and down the corridor.

- When my head stops spinning,
I'll give it a go.

- That bump on the noggin
really fucked you up, didn't it?

Do you still smoke?

- Yeah.

Laurence?

- Yeah?

- Why aren't you
and Katherine married?

- 'Cause we're brother
and sister?

- You know what I mean.

- Well, to be honest...

I don't know.

It's not like
I'm a virgin or anything.

I'm not ugly, am I?

- You're not ugly.
- Hm...

Hm.

There was a girl.

But I tried to make it work.

But it didn't happen.

- How about Katherine?

- Some birds just
don't leave the nest.

You're definitely not a virgin.

How many?

- I'm not telling you that.

- Is it over 20?

- I can't remember.

- I'll tell you how many I've had.
- I don't care.

- Six. I've had six.

How many?

- I'm not saying.

- Come on. You can tell me.
- No, I can't.

- I'm your bro.
- Are you?

- You don't think so?

- Well, you know how
we can prove it?

- How?

- Suck my cock.

It's not incest
if you don't think we're related.

And you did just say
I'm not ugly.

- Is this a joke?

- You tell me.

God, you really
are sick, aren't you?

When you were away,
I never stopped thinking about you.

I've never been out
of the county.

You've been all over the world.

I used to lie in bed
when I couldn't sleep

and imagine what you were doing.

What you were seeing
at that very moment.

You saw some beautiful things,
didn't you?

Tell me about the places.

- I can't.

I have flashes.

I can see things...

but it doesn't make sense.

I can...

see beaches...

and forests...

but there's nothing
personal to it.

It's... just air.

- What a shame.

Such a waste of a life.

Good night.

- Mum?
- Yes?

- Will you stay with me
for a bit?

- It's pretty chilly.
Best if you stay here.

- What's that for?

- See that field?
- Yeah?

- In it, there's a large bull

whose testicles
I need to examine.

And I'm going to make sure
it's bloody unconscious

before I do so.

Back in a jiffy.

- Put the radio on if you like.

- I'm okay.

- He thinks he's a vet.

Come back. Come back to me now.

You are doing so well.

Good. That's it.

You could be a ballet dancer.

- I'm so proud of you.

- Mum?
- Yes?

- What's my favorite color?

- Uh...

- I thought you ladies
might like some refreshment.

- Oh, that's so sweet
of you, Thomas.

Thank you.

- Okay.

- Where's the nearest phone?

- It's in the village.

- Can you take me to it?

- With your father's
permission, yes.

- I don't need his permission.

- Look, your father is
very protective of you in this state.

- I need to ring Callum.

- I don't think it's wise
to be having this conversation here, Miss.

- All you have to do
is take me there.

I can look after myself.

- Your family love you
very much.

You shouldn't disappoint them.

Now, is there anything else?

Jan?

January?

Jan?

Jan, are you in there?

- I'm getting changed.

- Do you need a hand?
- No, I'm fine.

- Are you fucking deaf?
Go away!

- I was only trying to help.

You don't have to be
a bitch about it.

Jan, it's time for breakfast.

I'm sorry about
calling you a bitch.

I didn't mean it.

We can go out today if you want.

Go to the village.

Do some shopping.

Jan, this is silly.

Fine. Have it your way.

January?

I'm warning you.
Open this door at once.

- Albert, you're scaring her.

- Shut up.

- I swear to God,
I will kick this door down

if you don't open
the door this minute!

- Daddy...

- Albert, stop it. Stop it.

- January, open this door!

January...

I'm angry with you, darling.

Take all the time you want.

I love you.

- January?

I'd really like
to hear your voice.

January, open this door!

Door! Door! Door! Door! Door! Door!

- In the room.

- You're being
very stupid right now.

- Keys.

- Get in!

- How far do you think
you're going to get?

- Come on!

In.

Close the door.

- You see what you've done?

- I should have
fucking killed her.

- You can't. She's mine.

- She held a knife
to your throat.

- She's not well.

- You're in so much trouble.

- January, we're trying
to understand your situation.

It's very hard for all of us.

- You're not my dad.

He's not my brother.

And she is definitely not
my fucking sister.

- Dad!

- You know you're not right
in the head, don't you?

- I have proof.

- Proof?

Oh, I'd like to see that.

I think we all would.

- It's in my pocket.

Where did you get this?

I won't ask you again.

- Oh!

- You!
- Albert!

- It wasn't him.

Albert!

- If it wasn't for your mother,
you'd have been dead

the minute you walked
through the door.

- My mum killed herself.

- Oh, I know.

We were here.

- Who are you?

- People you thought
didn't matter.

Our lives weren't perfect,
but we coped

until your bastard father

came along
and changed everything.

- What did you do to my dad?

- Oh, I made it right.

- And Callum?

- Worthless.

Just like your dad.

One way or another...

you're going to be
part of this family.

- Never!

- Oh, yes.

Never.

Please! Please don't
let him do this.

Please don't.

Please, please, please!

Oh, please.

Katherine, please listen.

Mum, help me.

Please.

- It's for the best.

Just be brave.

- Please!

- Please...

Please! Please!

No! Stop!

Please don't!

- Clean yourself up.

He might not show it,
but Daddy really does care for you.

- I don't have to be nice to you.

Don't believe me?

Dig Callum up and see
what I did to him.

Now let's try that again.

- When Katherine was
a young girl,

I gave her a rabbit.

Every day she fed it,

played with it.

But one winter, it got so cold,

all the animals died.

We had nothing to eat.

So, Father took the rabbit
and broke its neck.

He had to... so that
he could feed us.

Katherine cried for weeks.

Sometimes sacrifices
have to be made.

Sometimes you have to do...

horrid things to protect
the ones you love.

- There's no point hiding.

Come on, girl.

You know it's no use.

- No! No! No!

- Just one more.

You need your strength.

- Eat.

There's two of you now.

Good girl.

A pregnant girl shouldn't be
living in a basement.

You're really upsetting Mummy.

- A real mum wouldn't
let this happen.

- We're only taking what's ours.

- You think this'll make
all this yours?

It's still my house.

- No, it's our house.

We've had it for ages.

No one cares.

You know, the villagers
don't know that your daddy's dead.

To be honest, they wouldn't give
a hoot even if they did.

He wasn't... gregarious.

Do you know what that means?

It doesn't have to be like this.

You can have your old room back.

Be part of a real family.

All you have to do is ask.

- Open the door.

- Night night.

- It's a really good way
of expressing yourself.

Just paint what you feel.

Close them.

You were always the favorite,

even though
you were never there.

Mum always said
you were special.

- It was an accident.

I slipped.

I'm sorry.

- Can I live upstairs again?

I promise I'll be good.

How did you sleep?

- Better.

- We have a surprise for you.

Wait till you see this.

You're going to love it.

It's absolutely beautiful.

That's it.

Now then, come on.

There we are.

Here she comes.

Here we are.

There.

And... surprise!

Father and Laurence spent
all night fixing it.

- It was yours
when you were a baby.

- What do you say?

- Thank you.

- I haven't seen you smile
for so long.

- They told me...

that they would kill you
if I said anything.

See, they were just the staff.

They tended the land,
they cooked, they cleaned,

and this is their revenge.

To make you suffer...

and to make me serve.

- What did my dad do?

- Thomas, drinks.

- Sweet dreams.

- I'm cold--
- I knew you couldn't be trusted.

- You stupid child.

Huh? Gonna learn?

- Get up!

- Will you take this to January?

I do love you.

- Mum made you some milk.

January?

- Why do you think I'm special?

Because of this?

- Just calm down.

- I don't want my baby to live.

Not here. Not with you.

- Please.

Put it down.

- What'll you do?
Shoot me?

- You're insane.

- And whose fault is that?

I want to leave.

I want to leave right now.

- Why? No one else wants you.

- Why else am I special?

Is it because Daddy never
wanted to fuck you?

- Stop it.

- And he never will.

He'll never love you
like he loves me,

and neither will Mum.

You'll always come second best.

Go on.

Do it.

Kill me.

- This is not just about you!

- I won't tell Daddy about this.

- It'll be our secret.

- For years, they watched
your father's decline,

waiting for their chance.

And when Callum called
about the accident,

they took their revenge.

- See, your father, he forced himself
on one of the coal workers.

He got her pregnant.

Then, when the baby was born,

he took it off her
and he raised it as his own.

And the woman you thought
was your mother,

she couldn't live
with the guilt.

All of the staff knew.

We just had to watch you grow up
and keep everything a secret.

And your real mother,
she knew everything,

so she told you,
and that's why you ran away.

- Who is she?

Who's my mum?

- You already know the truth.

We have to go.

We have to go now.

Please.

Please, Miss.

- Give me the gun.

- Go on.

- January, hello.

You need to calm down
and think about this.

I'd never hurt you.

I love you...

my little sister.

So I guess that blow job's
out the window.

What the fuck is going on?

Not in my fucking house!

You fucking bitch!

- Mum.

I'm so sorry.

- I'm going to miss you.