Soundproof (2006) - full transcript

And oftentimes,
to win us to our harm,

the instruments of darkness
tell us truths,

win us with honest trifles

to betray us
in deepest consequence.

Restrain in me
the cursed thoughts that
nature gives way to in repose.

Give me my sword!

-(EXHALES SHARPLY)
-Who's there?

But hush.

No more.

(SOBBING)

Baby!



Help!

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Oh, hello.

Yeah, okay.

Fine.

Okay. I'll be as quick
as I can. Okay.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(MUFFLED RUMBLING)

(FAINTLY) Are you all right?

(INDISTINCT)

(MUFFLED)



(INDISTINCT CHATTERING
ON AMBULANCE RADIO)

-(SOBBING)
-Up.

Hi. Penny?

Hi. DC Sarah McGowan.

We don't know
what happened yet,
we just know he fell.

We're just interviewing
witnesses for now.

-Okay.
-If you'd like to follow me.

Um...

This is DI Cox.
This is Penny,
the interpreter.

Hello. Thanks for coming.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
I came as soon as I could.

COX: That's fine.
Can we start now?

I'm sorry.

If I can have
your full name, please?

Dean...

Whittingham.

Thank you. And place of birth?

I'm sorry, don't look at me
when you're speaking.

Mr Whittingham
needs to see your lips.

Um, place of birth?

-(CLICKING TONGUE)
-Doncaster.

COX: Doncaster. Thank you.

-So there wasn't any trouble?
-No, nothing like that.

It was a good night.
Well, till, obviously...

How do you and Chris get on?

CONNOR: Very good.
He's a mate.

-How about Dean?
-Yeah, also good.

Also a mate.

But you didn't see him fall?

PENNY: No.

So you just reckoned
that he fell?

Yes.

I thought Chris went outside
for some fresh air.

I thought he seemed
a bit drunk.

CONNOR: It wasn't that bad.
It was just like a party,
a carry-out, you know?

Had he taken any drugs?

Well, a bit of spliff, maybe.

But they're really good
with head injuries, right?

McGOWAN: So you reckon
he just fell off the balcony
by accident.

I guess so.

Shit!

Tragic, man. It's crazy!

And nothing happened
that might've affected him?

Nothing happened
during the evening?

PENNY: No.

You and Chris,
you were mates, yeah?

-Yes, that's right.
-Okay, thank you.

That's all I need for now.
Sorry to drag you out so late.

(INAUDIBLE)

McGOWAN: So Dean moved in
to the flat when?

Three weeks ago... A month.
Uh, three weeks.

What, three weeks?

Yeah, three weeks.

And you'd never met him
before that?

No. He's a mate of Jak's.
She knew him from uni.
They go way back.

(DOORBELL BUZZES)

CHRIS: Ahem!

Hi.

Do you fancy a glass of wine?

Glass of wine? Yeah?

Come on, then.

Cheers.

So where...
Where were you before this?

-Edmonton.
-Ed... Ugh!

Grim. (CHUCKLES)

There wasn't anybody
he could talk to
in the other house,

because they were all hearing.

Ah, yes.

Sorry to hear that.
That sounds...
That sounds shit, mate.

Sorry...

Yeah, it was a bit. But...

-It was crap anyway.
-Oh.

(EXHALES)

Um, how long
have you lived here?

Um, two years.

Yeah. Before I met Jak.

Yeah...

Yeah.

-Is this your place?
-Yeah. Well...

Well, you know,
it's the bank's.

(INDISTINCT)

Oh, there's Connor. Connor.

Connor.

You haven't told him about it?

I forgot.

Um...

In the other room
is the other lodger.

Nice bloke. Good bloke.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

Hi, it's Jamie.

Yeah, I know.

Okay. It's not your fault.

I'm sorry. I'm crap
at letting people in,
that's all.

Well, not totally.

No, actually, Jamie, you are.

Yes, I do need you, Pen.

You're pretty bad
at this, too, you know.

Why is it okay for you
to push me away
but not the other way round?

It's so bloody one-sided!

Know what?
You are so shit-scared
of letting anyone close, Pen.

It makes it
bloody difficult, okay?

Like anyone else,
I've got defences
which sometimes...

-(MACHINE CLICKS)
-A fortress, mate.

Get it right.

-(MONITORS BLEEPING)
-(BREATH HISSES)

You wouldn't go back
to the flat then?

No, I couldn't.

I couldn't.

But you can't stay here
with him, love,
not all the time.

You have to get some sleep.

Um, I've rung my mum.

I can stay there.

How about you?

I don't know, love.

(VOICE BREAKING)
I don't know anything
at the minute.

It doesn't look good,
though, love, does it?

(APPROACHING TRAIN RUMBLES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MUFFLED RUMBLE)

(HORN BLARES)

(ENGINE ROARS)

(HORN BLARES)

(MOTOR HUMS)

(BIRDS SING)

Hi!

Hello!

(COUGHS AND CLEARS HER THROAT)

Sorry! You are English,
aren't you?

I'm deaf.

Oh! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,
I didn't realise.
Would you like some coffee?

-No.
-Tea? Some tea?

Some water?

(INAUDIBLE)

Shit!

No!

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(SPEAKING)

(INAUDIBLE)

No, I don't!

(GASPS)

Oh, um...

Oh, um...

Um...

Yeah. Okay.

Um...

Yeah, okay. Fine.

Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, God!

Oh, Jesus!

When?

Yeah.

Oh, no!

Yeah. Absolutely.

No, no problem at all.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

Well... Do you want...

Do you want me to call her?

You're not going out,
all right? And that's that.

(MUFFLED SPEECH)

Oi! Out of the way!

(MUFFLED)

What you lookin' at?

(MUFFLED)

(BOYS SHOUTING)

-Jak...
-What?

Don't fuckin'...
Don't fuckin'...

Get off me!

CHRIS: Fuck off!
Are you getting fuckin'...

(VOICES MUTED)

JAK: You can't
do this any more!

What? Oh, don't worry
about her, mate.

It's the old
time of the month.
You know what I mean?

Women's troubles.
She's a bit... Whoo-whoo!

(LAUGHS)
Let's get your shopping in.

(DOOR OPENS)

That's him.

(POLICE RADIO SQUAWKS)

OFFICER: Dean Whittingham?

Do you want to get your coat?

Penny.
I'm only telling you this
so there's no nasty surprises.

Chris Groves died last night.

We're now treating this
as a potential murder inquiry.

Now, don't take this
the wrong way.

I know you did your job,
no problems, but...

Yes, I understand.

You're okay with this?

Yes. But shit!

Look, if you want me to get
somebody more experienced,
it's not a problem.

I'm not gonna
think any less...

No... How do you know
it wasn't an accident?

-Or a suicide?
-I can't tell you that.

It's... We brief you,
but if I tell you any more,

I'm gonna risk compromising
your impartiality.

Have you got a suspect?

-I can't tell you that.
-But it's someone deaf?

I can't tell you that, either.
All I'm saying is,

it's a different level
of questioning.

All I need to know is
if you're okay with that.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Okay.

Okay?

Present, DI Cox, DC McGowan,

Dean Whittingham
and interpreter.

You're saying there's nothing
between you and Jak.

-That's right. Nothing.
-Nothing at all?

That's what I said.

Never? Not even at university?

-No.
-COX: Nothing at all.

No.

So, you're still telling me
you didn't see anything.

That's it.

And you're still saying
there were no difficulties
between you and Chris.

No. We were mates,
like I said.

So you've got no idea
who pushed him
over the balcony?

No idea.

-Not you?
-No way!

So...

It was, uh...
It was a good party?

Everybody happy?

A right knees-up?

Well, okay.
To be fair and all,
it was a crap party.

So you lied to us.

Look, (SIGHS) it was
a bad atmosphere, you know.

Why did you lie to me before?

Someone pushed
Chris over a balcony.
Tell me why it wasn't you.

(SIGHS)

Look, I didn't want to
tell you this before,
but there was a fight.

Well, maybe not a fight, but

aggro.

Ahem! But you knew
that the relationship

between Jak and Chris
was, um, troubled.

Before, I didn't know.

-So...
-Now...

Now, yes.

So you found out?

PENNY: Those two had problems.
It was obvious.

It wasn't a secret.

So you didn't move in
hoping for anything
to happen, then?

No.

Why did you
move in to the flat?

Why? Because I needed
a place to live.

But why that flat? Why then?

Why? Because Jak was offering.

Why was Jak offering?
Why did she ask you
and nobody else?

Why?

-She was a mate.
-COX: And nothing else?

-No.
-No sexual aspect?

No.

-So you were fighting.
-No way!

But you saw the fight.

It was nothing.
It was a bit of a scuffle
with a couple of pissed guys.

Bit of spliff going round,
you know.

So who was fighting?

Chris and Dean.
Well, Dean and Chris.

Because?

Got no idea.

Sorry.

And you never saw
what happened on the balcony?

What's to think about, Dean?
You were in the same room.

Were you in the same room?

Yeah. So, you were
in the same room,

but you weren't
on the balcony.
Are you sure about that?

-PENNY: I'm sure.
-Yeah, so you were
in the same room

but you didn't see
what happened on the balcony?

-PENNY: I saw nothing.
-Yes, you see, that's amazing!

I mean,
how can that be possible?

Hmm?

You are deaf and not blind,
aren't you?

Interview suspended, 3:41.

Thank you.

(RADIO SQUAWKING)

Penny! Don't dash off,
we need you again.

Oh. Okay.

She's profoundly deaf,
but she can
lip-read and speak.

She says she doesn't need
an interpreter.

Her solicitor says
may as well,
just to be on the safe side.

I don't know.

I was out of it.

When he fell?

I was throwing up.

Sorry.

Look, all I want to do
is understand what happened.

So just try to relax,
calm down
and tell me what you know.

Nothing.

I don't know anything.
I didn't see anything.

Like I say, I was being sick!

I came back in

and he'd been
on the balcony and...

He wasn't there.

So I looked down...

(SOBBING)

I'm sorry.

You okay to carry on?

Yeah. I'm sorry.

Sure?

Yes.

So, how about the fight?

Sorry?

The fight between
Dean and Chris.

I'm sorry, but I don't know
what you're talking about.

Wasn't there a fight
between Dean and Chris?

I don't know.

I didn't see anything.

I don't think so.

GIRL: I'm sorry. Wait for me!

(INAUDIBLE)

(DRAMATIC MUSICAL CHORD)

(MAN SHOUTING IN FRENCH
ON SCREEN)

(DRAMATIC CHORDS)

(MAN YELLING)

(CHORDS RISE UP THE SCALE
AS CRIES INTENSIFY)

-(CROWD CHEERS)
-(MAN CRIES OUT)

-(HORSES NEIGH)
-(METAL CLASHES)

(PENNY BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PANTING)

(MOANING AND PANTING)

Oh... Stay.

Stay.

-McGOWAN: Do you mind
if I join you?
-No.

No, of course not.

You don't want
to mind Dave Cox.
He's a good bloke.

And I'm sorry
we're keeping you waiting.

-It won't be long.
-No. Fine.

He's attractive, isn't he?

-Dave Cox?
-No!

He's got four kids, anyway.

Dean. The suspect.

I never thought
I could fancy a deaf man.

Oh, sorry. That sounded awful.
I didn't mean it like that.

Do you often fancy suspects?

Only when I'm
bloody desperate.

-Now, about this fight.
-JAK: I told you before.

I don't know anything
about a fight.

All right. Let's come
at this another way.

I believe that,
during the party,

Chris caught you
with another man.
Is that true?

I'm asking you nothing
that I haven't
already been told.

And then there was a fight.

And then there was a fight.

Look, I know what he's saying!
I'm not stupid!

Jak, I know there was a fight.

I've got statements.
So I'm not asking you,
I'm telling you.

No.

Not a fight. Not exactly.

Um... An unpleasantness.

An exchange of blows, yeah?

Yeah.

Because Chris caught you
with another man.

It's not what you think,
because...

-Chris overreacted.
He got it all wrong.
-All... All...

All I'm interested in
is the facts.

Chris caught you
with another man
and there was a fight.

Yes or no?

Yes.

And was the other man
Dean Whittingham?

Come on, Jak.
It wasn't exactly
done in private.

Was the man
Chris caught you with
Dean Whittingham?

Um...

Yes.

And the fight...

Sorry, the unpleasantness,

was between Chris Groves
and Dean Whittingham?

-Yes.
-COX: Thank you.

But...
But Dean didn't kill Chris.

He... He didn't kill him.

He wouldn't hurt anyone.

But you were being sick
at the time.

-Yes.
-So, as you've
already told me,

you don't know what happened.

-No. But it...
-Thank you.

That's all I need for now.

(LAUGHING)

Jak, do you want a drink?

-No, I'm fine, thanks.
-No?

Do you want two?

Go on, have six,
you greedy cow!

(LAUGHS)

There we are. Beers.

Yeah? Yeah.

MAN: I'll have one of them.

CHRIS: Go on, have some.

-So what...
What are you saying?
-We're talking about a friend.

Yeah? Right. Bollocks!
What are you really saying?

Eh? Eh?

-We're talking about a friend.
-Yeah? Who? Who?

-Hmm?
-You don't know her.

Oh, I don't know her!
Oh, really?

I don't know her. Right.

What is all this? I tell you,
what is all this semaphore?
Yeah? Eh?

You never told me you're
gonna be talking in semaphore
all the bleedin' time!

(LAUGHS)
Come in, number three.

You are free to land
on runway number three!

You are free to land
on runway number three!

(DOOR OPENS)

I reckon you know
you were seen

on the balcony with Chris
after the fight.

-PENNY: Who saw me?
-You know who.

-No.
-You know who saw you.

PENNY: No.
COX: No?

You reckon you can trust them?

I don't know what you mean.

So you reckon
you can trust them?

You reckon they're not gonna
tell me what they saw?

You reckon
they think more of you
than they thought of Chris?

Who is this person?

Come on, tell me.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You tell me.

(INAUDIBLE)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Do you mean
that Jak said she saw me?

I'm not saying anything.

But if that's what
you're saying...

I want a solicitor now.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGS)

MAN: Can you take a seat?

Sorry, uh, look,
I need some fresh air.
I'll be back in five minutes.

Okay.

(HORN BLARES)

(CACOPHONY OF TRAFFIC NOISE)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(INDISTINCT)

-(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
-(KEYS RATTLING)

You've been spray-painting
my dog.

Eh? You've been
spray-painting my dog!

(CHRIS LAUGHS)

What's the matter, matey?
Can't you take a joke?

Eh? Eh? Eh?

Eh? That's what
you've been doing.

That's what you've been doing.
You've been messing
with my stuff.

You've been messing
with my woman,
haven't you, eh?

Eh? Well, now you keep
your fuckin' hands

and your two-inch fuckin' cock
off her!

Yeah? You got that? Otherwise,
you're a dead man, yeah?

(DOOR SLAMS)

What's up?

(INDISTINCT)

Please don't go!

(SOBBING)

(INDISTINCT)

How long have you
been held here?

Ten hours.

And the police
haven't charged you
with any offence?

-No.
-That's ridiculous!

I'm going to talk to DI Cox.

They've got no evidence
to hold you.
He's taking the piss.

(DOOR OPENS)

Penny? We won't need you
again today, after all.

Sorry to have kept you
hanging around.

Don't worry,
it's not a problem.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Well, you don't look it.

I've got a headache.
The lights in here
aren't great, are they?

Okay. Well, get yourself
off home, then.

Cheers for today.

(PHONE BEEPS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

When you're talking
to a deaf person,

don't cover your mouth
with your hand,

unless you really mean
to insult them.

We all do it without thinking.

Also, sign is much more
tactile than speech.

There's a lot more
body contact.

Bye! See you soon!

(INAUDIBLE)

I can't tell you.

I've got to go.

I don't know!

I can't. I've got to go.

Hey!

(BROKEN SPEECH)

(WHISPERING)
Dean! Please! Please! Don't!

Please! Please!
I'm teaching here.

DEAN: Hey!

Oh, your brain is fucked up!

(HORN BLARES)

(INAUDIBLE)

No!

(INDISTINCT)

(WATER GURGLES)

(PENNY GIGGLING)

Mmm!

(INAUDIBLE)

(SCREAMS)

(BELL TOLLING)

(TOLLING CONTINUES)

* In pastures green

* He leadeth me

* The quiet waters by

* My soul he doth
restore again

* And me to walk doth make

* Within the paths
of righteousness *

(ENGINE STARTS)

-Nice to see you.
Are you all right?
-Nice to see you.

-I've brought you some wine.
-Thank you.

Um, now...

Um, you're probably
going to kill me for this,
but... Thanks.

Um...

-Oh, no! You haven't!
-He's so unhappy, Pen.

He doesn't know
what he did wrong.

Just talk to him.
That's all he wants.
Honestly, I think it is.

He's just trying to understand
what happened.

You're gonna tell me
he's a really nice bloke.

Well, he is.

And I've got a problem
running out on people.

Only if you say so.

Oh, Anna! Bloody hell!

-(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
-I'm really sorry
for pissing you around.

I hope you get someone
you deserve, next time.

You never really
opened up, Pen.

Yeah.

Maybe.

No, I don't know.

Yeah. Well...

I'm crap.

I don't have
a social responsibility
to be lovable, you know.

-But you're unhappy.
-No.

Oh, come on!

I'm unhappy according
to your idea of happy.

I'm fine according to mine.

Anyway, what is all this
about "opening up"?

Why am I supposed to show
everybody else my angst?

It's quite comfortable
where it is, thanks.

Sorry, but why am I everybody
else's bloody problem?

(SILENCE)

Look, fuck this!

Anna, I'm sorry.

Thanks for the meal.
It was lovely.

(PHONE BEEPS)

CONNOR: Dean! Dean!

You've got visitors.

We're now regarding
Dean Whittingham

as the prime suspect
in Chris Groves' murder.

What this means,
is that the questioning

is going to get
considerably tougher
from now on.

Sorry, why do you think
Dean killed him?

Well, we've got preliminary
forensics reports

which show that Groves's
injuries are consistent

with being pushed
over the balcony
after a struggle.

We've also got several witness
statements to the fight

between Dean Whittingham
and Chris Groves.

Also, and I didn't want
to tell you this before

because I didn't want
to risk prejudicing you,

but Dean Whittingham
has previous convictions
for violent offences.

And I mean several of them,
going back to his teens.
He was in a YOI.

A YOI?

McGOWAN:
Young offenders' institution.

COX: Listen,
I know this has been
a bit of a baptism of fire,

but if it's any consolation,
I think you're doing
a great job.

Oh, there's one other thing.

From now on,
we're gonna be videotaping
all Whittingham's interviews.

It's just on advice from CPS,
absolutely no reflection
on yourself.

Just to make sure there's
no question of ambiguity.

-Makes sense
when you think about it.
-Yes.

Are you okay, Penny?

Sorry, yes, I'm fine.

Okay. Are we ready, then?

Okay?

(HEARTBEATS THUNDER)

No, I'm sorry, I...

I'm feeling really ill.

You'll have to get
another interpreter.

(GASPS)

(SOBS)

Here you go, mate.

Oi! Mate!

Here you go. Here you go.
Some food for you.

What?

(ENUNCIATING)
Some food for you.

Do I look fucking stupid?

Fuck off!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck off!

Fuck off!

(SHOUTING AND BANGING ON WALL)

COX: (MUFFLED)
We can't bail him to go back
to the same address.

(INDISTINCT)

Pen?

Pen, what's wrong?

(SNIFFS) Oh, God! Nothing.

-It doesn't matter.
-No, obviously not!

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Well, you did ask!

Um...

I...

What am I meant to say?

I fell for, as in I shagged
a couple of times,
a man I met

when I was signing for him
at the police station.

Now he's facing
a murder charge.

I thought he might be,
but I decided
not to believe it.

I don't know what I feel.

I mean, obviously,
it was a bloody
idiotic thing to do.

(EXHALES) I don't know.

I...

He was...

Anna, he was brilliant.

And he's a murderer.

Murderer.

He kept asking me
if I believed him.

And he was trying to
get me to tell him
what this girl had said.

I wouldn't...
I wouldn't do that.

I did think
I believed him actually.

They wouldn't charge him
for no reason, would they?

(SIGHS)

I just thought he was
a really good man.

Just felt good.

(DISTANT MALE VOICES)

(TAP DRIPPING)

(SHOUTING)

* Through the streets
of London *

(SHRIEKS AND CACKLES)

(LAUGHTER)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

CONNOR: Should be ashamed
of yourself!

(REGGAE BEAT)

* I wanna live
right on the top of the city

* Far away from all the sound
getting gritty

* In a tower higher 400 feet

* See nobody
that I don't want to meet

(DISTANT VOICES)

* In a jammy reggae groove

* I wanna hear no traffic
in the morning

* I say, "Burn, city, burn"

Oh, no!
Why don't you buy some?

* Watch the world from above *

Ooh!

(MUSIC FADES)

(HINGES SQUEAK AND DOOR BANGS)

MAN ON TV: But it seems it has
been known for 150, 200 years.

* Up on the tower,
watch the world from above *

-(MUSIC FADES)
-Yeah.

That's what they say, innit?

You know what I mean?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(TV PLAYING)

All right, mate?

(DOOR CLOSES)

You all right, mate?

I'm deaf.

Are you all right, though?

Fine. Good.

I'm Stee.

Dean.

So what are you doing here?

(SIGHS) Don't ask.

Yeah, right, mate.

* Can only be sincere

* Found a brand-new love
I can see for miles

* 100 feet above the street

* Yeah, yeah, yeah *

-Aw! Where are you going to?
-Get off!

-Where you goin', eh?
-I'm going to the toilet.

Oh, are you?
Bollocks, are you?
Eh? What you doin'?

-Back off!
-What?

-Get out of my way.
-Is it? Ooh!

-(MUMBLING)
-(IMITATING DEAN) What? What?
I can't hear you, mate. What?

Whoa! Oh, dear!

In my own home.

Very disrespectful.

Come on. Crank it up, guys.
Let's party! (LAUGHS)

(MUFFLED RUMBLING)

(BRAKES SQUEAL)

(MUFFLED TRAFFIC NOISES)

(BIRDS SING)

How's it going?

Dean, I'm sorry,

I've got to
take you off this job.

Tessa's not happy
having you on her property.

I told her I thought
that stank, but she...

Look, I'm sure
it'll all blow over,

and as soon as it does,
I promise... I promise...

(SIGHS) Look...

If there's anything I can do
to help, just let me know.

Okay?

Promise.

(ROOKS CAWING)

(MUSIC BLARES)

(INAUDIBLE)

(SPEAKING)

(LOUDLY) Now,
what's going on here? Eh?

-Kissed her, have you?
-No!

Eh? What?

-Eh? Yeah?
-Just calm!

What?
Go on, fuck off! Get out!

Yeah, get out. Get out.
Go on, leave us.

Look, what is going on?

What's going on?

Come here. It's all right.
It's all right.
Baby, baby, baby, listen.

I love you.

I love you.

-No!
-(HEARING AID SQUEALS)

(CHRIS'S VOICE IS MUFFLED)

(SOBBING)

(TRAFFIC ROARS
AND SIREN WAILS)

-Oi! What? What?
-(INDISTINCT)

-(YELLS)
-CHRIS: All right, all right!

All right, yeah.
I'll give 'em back.

(LAUGHS) Whoo!

Calm down.

Hey, you!

Yeah? Can't hit me now,
can you? Can't hit me now!

Can't hit me now!
Can't hit me now!

(SCREAMS)

What did you do?

What did you do?

You slag! Come here!

CONNOR: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
CHRIS: You bitch!

Big man, big man, whoa, whoa.
Chill! Chill! Chill!
I'll go and talk to her.

(CHRIS GROANS)

Fuck off! Fuck off!
Everyone, get out!

Get out!

(YELLS)

(SIREN WAILS AND HORN BLARES)

(MUFFLED)

(THUMPING)

CHILD: Dadda! Dadda!

Dadda!

Dadda!

Dadda!

(THUMPING ON DOOR)

-Hello, Penny.
-Can we come in?

Okay.

Thank you.

We just wondered if you had
any idea where he might be.

I'm sure you appreciate
his breaking bail
is a serious matter.

CHILD: Dadda!

Dadda!

Dadda!

Dadda!

Dadda!

Dadda!

Dadda! Da!

Da!

(HORN BLARES)

(INDISTINCT)

No! No way!

Come on, out. Out!

-I haven't and I wouldn't!
-Out! Come on, out!

-Out!
-(DEAN YELLING)

(MUFFLED RUMBLING)

Penny, it's very important
that you let us
know straight away

if he does try to contact you.

Yes. Like I said.

Good. Thank you.

(BEEPS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(TRAIN RUMBLES)

(INDISTINCT)

Oh, shit! Shit!
I don't know why I'm doing...

(TRAIN RUMBLES)

I don't know.

How? How? How? How?

You never ask me what I think.

Never!

Never!

It's, "I believe you," or...

"I don't believe you."

No! I won't help.

Your problem is getting worse
and worse and worse.

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(TV PLAYING)

(MUFFLED)

(TV CONTINUES PLAYING)

(ELECTRONIC DOOR CHIME)

Hi, Jak.

Can I talk to you, please?

I'm sorry,
but we're a bit busy.

I think you know
what happened.
I think you were lying.

I'm sorry,
but I have to get on.

That was Connor
I saw you with.

I don't know
what you're talking about?

I don't know
why you've come here!

I think...

(INAUDIBLE)

Jak! Jak! Look at me.

I'm not going to
tell the police.

I want you to tell Dean
what happened.

(TRAIN RUMBLES BY)

(CONNOR BREATHES HEAVILY)

(PHONE KEYS BEEP)

Hello. Police?

(MUFFLED THUMPS)

He's a fucking wild man,
I'm telling you!

Fair enough.
Fair enough, man! Yeah.

-Oh, Jesus Christ!
Stop it! Oh!
-(INDISTINCT) You!

Fucking hell, man!

(INDISTINCT)

I don't know
what you're saying!

I don't know
what you're asking me!

(CONNOR SCREAMS)

You... You...

I don't know anything!
I didn't see anything!
I didn't see anything!

Dean!

(ALL SHOUTING)

-Fuck off!
-Dean!

I killed Chris!

I did it.

I...

Don't hurt him.

It's not his fault.

-They got it wrong.
-(DISTANT SIRENS WAIL)

I... I'm sorry.

I said don't get involved.

Look...

Nobody...

Nobody said that you did it.

I promise!

(SIRENS APPROACH)

(SOBBING) I'm really sorry.

I'm so sorry!

Get out!

Do you want these? Now?

You want these, yeah?

Have to beg for them.

Go on, beg.

(PANTING)

Like a dog.
Woof! Woof! Woof! Yeah?

You want 'em? Go and get 'em.

(SCREAMS)

Where are you going?

Come back to my house.

I really want you
to come back to my house.