Class (2016): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript
Please! Please!
People are dead. Rachel's dead.
My mum, she was paralysed
in a car accident.
Our teacher here was
the Quills' leading terrorist.
Freedom fighter.
"We're just little arses of smart
"who don't even know
what evil looks like."
We were so busy
fighting amongst ourselves,
we never saw them coming.
Why aren't you trying
to make me talk about it?
My dad died almost two years ago.
A stroke.
Daddy?
It isn't you.
It is.
I've reached out to you
across all time and space.
Because dead people are
doing that all the time.
I mean, you hear about it constantly.
The stroke came so suddenly.
One moment I was here...
And the next you were gone.
There's so much that I
wanted to say to you.
- You're not him.
- I am.
- I'm a part of you, Puddle.
- I'm out of here.
I'm your father, Jasper.
I married your mother, Vivian,
and then two years later,
we had your brothers.
You died two years ago today.
I was at your grave with Mum...
I know that Puddle, but I'm here now.
I know how much pain you're in.
I can help with that pain.
Why don't you take my hand?
No.
No, I don't think I'm dealing
with this very well.
Alien invasion or teen angst?
Teen angst is a pejorative phrase.
He's upstairs.
What's wrong?
They've... thrown me out.
Oh, come on, Tanya. Where are you?
- Hey.
- You seen Tanya?
No. She's not been around today.
It's the anniversary of her dad's, um...
I know that. She's more
my friend than yours.
Why does it have to be a competition?
Did you understand the physics homework?
What?
Oh. Don't 'Oh' me.
Fine. Although, I didn't
understand all of it either.
Is that a keyboard? You play that too?
Yeah.
I write sometimes.
You write songs?
No. Nothing.
Um... let's get to physics.
It was an argument, one we
had many times, about boys,
then it became about you.
It was almost OK I liked boys,
but my father...
if I don't have a boyfriend, he
doesn't have to think about it.
But you...
you exist, you are a real person.
Did this really happen?
Because of course I'll get it.
I once led an army.
Yes, alright.
You know, you aren't supposed to
just drop by in this country.
She's the worst teacher I've ever had.
I don't know how nobody notices.
- She does barely anything.
- I don't know.
So, what I did on question three was...
What was that?
Someone just knocked on the window.
And that's weird?
I'm on the first floor.
Hello, Andrath.
No-one knows that name.
No-one alive knows that name.
Therefore...
Therefore you're a dead
woman, or you're going to be.
Come, come, Andrath, the fight.
Then again, maybe that would
be the best greeting.
Mum?
I'll see you in the morning.
I hope.
Ram, you have to see what that is.
Oh, screw you, I don't
have to do anything.
I've done plenty already.
Ram...
Oh, come on!
Ram, what's happening?!
That's just not fair.
Holy mother of Kanye.
Rachel?
Ah!
Why me? Why not Mum or your sons?
We go to the strongest pull first.
The one who misses us the most.
You were like a siren song when
we stepped into this world.
But how can I possibly miss
you more than Mum does?
Because she's already let me go.
It's the shape, I know.
Some morphic resonance
thing I don't understand.
One has to make allowances
for other planets.
Surely, though, even in this skin,
that you yourself wear so well, Andrath,
surely you recognise your own sister.
How? How are you here?
That's a story and a half.
I ain't going nowhere.
You AREN'T going ANYWHERE.
The correct words aren't
always the right ones.
Well, that's true, isn't it?
It's what I always used to say to you.
- That's what my dad used to tell me.
- Fair enough. Alright.
We are...
The Lankin.
Aliens.
- So you're not him.
- I am.
- You just said you're...
- The universe is so big.
So big, you wouldn't believe it.
Yes, actually, I would.
So, who are the Lankin?
They gather souls, Puddle.
They gather our souls, or
they can if we let them.
Quill don't have souls.
We do. We just believe they die with us.
We're wrong about that.
The Lankin look after them.
They shepherd them.
Aw... Where to? Heaven?
If Heaven is being with the souls
of everyone you've ever known,
then, yes.
Sounds like hell.
That too.
What do you get out of it?
Souls give off energy,
a perpetually renewing power source.
It is mutually beneficial.
The more souls they gather together,
the more energy the Lankin have.
So... why are you here?
If you take my hand, I
can ease your pain.
Our souls will connect,
so that when it comes to your
time, many years from now...
you'll be able to find me.
Dad, I know we talked
about the weird stuff...
Dad, call me as soon as you get this.
Ram!
You can stay
here as long as you need.
What if that's forever?
Then it's forever.
You know, these weeks with you,
I knew you were different,
but now that I know
why, it doesn't matter,
because you are still you,
in all your strangeness.
Same here.
Charlie, I would like to say something,
but I don't want you to think
it's because of this situation.
OK. Do not laugh at me.
- Is it funny?
- No.
Because sometimes I miss
the human sense of humour.
I mean, have you seen that
show, Take Me Out...?
I love you.
Do you... have love where you come from?
What about Miss Quill?
I told her never to intrude unless
the world is actually ending.
We've never gathered the
souls of this race.
Not until cracks in the universe
started appearing here.
We found a few souls we could help,
but we'd like to help more.
Right, so this is a sales pitch
and you've chosen a human picture
of my sister to be your mouthpiece.
Tell me again why I shouldn't
kick your arse right now.
The Shadow Kin attack
happened so fast, sister.
No-one knew it was their last day.
I know we've rarely seen eye to eye.
- You tried to kill me in the nest.
- All Quill sisters do that.
It's how we know the
survivors are strong.
We allow you to properly say goodbye,
and thereby ensure you'll find
one another in the hereafter.
Oh, this is sounding
suspiciously sentimental.
Exactly the sort of nonsense
that would lead one of these
ridiculous humans into a trap.
It's symbiotic. You give
to me as I give to you.
Why does it have to be a bad thing?
I've had bad luck with aliens recently.
Oh, we're not all evil.
And there's so much good in
the universe, SO much good.
You're hesitating, you're
wondering, "What if?"
There's so much I wanted to tell you.
- There's so much I wanted to say.
- I know, son.
Take your mother's hand
and tell her, hmm?
Mama. Son...
Aah...
What was that?
A soul saying goodbye.
Not as clean as we'd have liked.
A lot of anger there.
We're kind of a messier species
than the Lankin is used to.
So sad...
when we can't let go properly.
On my world, love is a practical term.
It's almost a business one.
It means to combine what you
have with what someone else has.
It's the combination that means
love, not... the wish to do it.
The wish told you where
love might be found, but...
it wasn't love itself.
What are you saying that
my wish isn't love?
No. Because if not,
then I've given up very
much for a pointless wish.
No, no, no. That's not what I'm saying.
Here you have so much choice.
I mean, if your family is wrong for
you, you can choose a different one.
My family...
they never saw me as someone they
needed to bother combining with.
I was a valuable piece of property to
be used for the good of the country.
The wish, my wish...
had nothing to do with it.
I wish for you.
You wish to combine with me?
Yeah, is... isn't that what we just...
Sometimes I think you play stupid.
How about that fight?
Matrons rules. No mercy.
That would get in the way.
It's our limitation.
We have to stay attached
to the great trunk.
It's how the souls connect. I
can only come this far to you.
You have to come the rest of the way.
Why?
Because souls never be forced,
they can only be persuaded.
What can I say to make you believe me?
Oh, Puddle.
- Won't you take your father's hand?
- Won't you take your sister's hand?
Tell me why you call me Puddle.
We were watching the regimental
horses at Hyde Park.
One of them did an
absolutely enormous wee
and you, not knowing what it
was, jumped right into it.
"Puddle, puddle, puddle!" you said.
Horse wee everywhere.
That doesn't mean that...
That just means you can read my mind.
It doesn't mean that
you're actually you.
I suppose that's true. Yeah.
There's no way to convince you.
You just... have to believe me.
I really want to.
I want you to.
I've missed you so much.
Dad?
April?
I think the world's ending.
How do I know that you're
not just some chameleon?
Chameleon?
An animal they have here.
It changes its skin to
match its background.
Useful for camouflage.
Have you made contact
with their leaders?
Chameleons hide themselves,
so what I'm wondering is...
what is it you're hiding?
Maybe you should ask yourself,
what am I offering?
What are they?
I don't know, but it was
connected to Rachel.
Yeah, I saw.
That's just not on!
That's not even the third weirdest
thing I've seen this month.
- You're shaking.
- Well, the world's ending!
The dead have come back for us.
Maybe... Maybe there's
another explanation.
Do you always out to be
so goddamn sensible?
- Yes.
- What?
Yes, I do always have to
be so goddamn sensible.
- Why? Why do you say that?
- Because the world isn't sensible.
Haven't you noticed?
Yeah, I've noticed.
I decided a long time ago
that I could either let
that break me into pieces
or make sure that it
never got the chance.
You just think I'm nice or
sensible, but really, it's war.
I'm always at war.
Can we please get out of here
before we become one of those?
What are you offering?
Do you remember what you said
to me the last time you saw me?
That if I ever saw you again,
I'd rip your heart out with my
bare hands and make you watch.
Good times. Well...
I'd like to see you try.
That's interesting.
Wait a minute!
- I need to breathe.
- Did you mean that?
- Mean what?
- Being at war all the time.
My dad.
He was a folk singer.
He played the fiddle.
And made people cry with it.
OK, he made me cry.
He was always away on tour,
so we didn't him very much,
but it was nice when we did.
And then it got less nice.
He drank.
A lot.
And, um, then he drank more.
When I was eight years old,
he purposely drove off a motorway
with me and my mum in the car.
My mum was in the passenger seat
and, uh, that's why she's paralysed.
I was sitting in the back, but...
I didn't get hurt.
He said it was a suicide attempt.
He wasn't thinking straight, but...
he still went to prison for it.
I got lots of therapy.
Loads of it.
People were really nice.
So nice, but also careful.
Like me and my mum were
just glass figurines.
I'm not made of glass.
What he did...
it's important, but if
it's the thing that rules,
then he gets to keep doing
that to us every day forever
and I won't have that.
I play folk music because I love it.
I won't let him take that from me.
And that's why I'm so goddamn sensible.
You're still shaking.
Did... Did you see that?
It looked like my...
parents.
Do you often see your parents after sex?
What's wrong with the sky?
Why is no-one answering their phones?
It's like olden times or something.
Probably 'cause they're
all already dead.
A little optimism
wouldn't kill you, Ram.
No. Alien shadows will kill me.
Alien tattoos will kill me.
- Hey...
- It's coming from the tear.
Why is there only one?
I'm not sure, but that's
the way to Tanya's flat.
There's something
you need to know.
Something I didn't tell you.
Um... my dad was a policeman.
- I know that, Puddle.
- My mum used to worry every night.
Worry when he'd work shifts.
That he wouldn't come home.
- "It's not America," I'd say.
- And...
every night, he'd go out...
and every night, he'd come home and...
even if it was really late, like...
even if it was, like, three
o'clock in the morning...
I'd look in on you.
You'd look in on me.
And I'd always wake up.
Do you know why I did that?
Because I used to do it
to, when I was little.
Like, little, little. I'd, um...
get out of bed and come to
your door and look inside.
And I would ask, "What
are you doing, Puddle?"
And I wouldn't say anything.
But you knew.
You... knew.
You were making sure we hadn't
gone anywhere in the night.
Because...
how could something so good...
ever last?
And it didn't.
I hated you for leaving.
Everything was perfect and we were
all so happy and then you just left.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Dad. It just...
Please.
Puddle.
Come to your daddy. Let
him listen to your pain.
Let him tell you how he'll
still watch over you.
Do you want it?
Come and take it.
It has to be your choice.
My choice.
That's how the Lankin works.
I can only reach out.
You have to reach back.
I thought you were just giving
me time to say goodbye.
And this is how you'll do it.
Hey, have you seen the sky...?
Who's this?
- Oh, finally.
- Finally, what?
Finally, you've come down
from your little love nest
and are therefore
implicitly under threat.
Which means I can finally find out
who this infuriating
wolverine actually is.
What?
Get a very big knife.
No, wait.
Get two.
Why her? She never hurt anybody!
Night visiting. What?
Night visiting, it's a
genre of folk song.
Oh, my God, I've heard more about
folk music in the last half an hour
than in my entire previous life.
There's been songs for centuries
about people coming to
your window at night.
Usually ghosts of people you've lost.
Like Rachel.
What do they want?
Sometimes it's a warning.
Sometimes?
Sometimes they want to
drag you down with them.
You have no idea what you're giving up.
Oh, do shut up, sis. Sis?
Oh, and I got a screwdriver
and some secateurs.
I specifically asked for knives.
I don't... I don't like knives.
I can't use weapons, remember?
Right, stab that in its hand.
Uh...
Go on, you take your time.
Come on. What... What do you think
this is? Really bad phlegm?
Aargh!
Good. Move.
Now, let's have a little chat.
There's, like, 100
missed calls from April.
We're at Tanya's. What is going on?
I think we're about to find out.
Is Tanya in danger?
- Well?
- We came to offer you release.
Yeah.
Go get her. We'll be
there as fast as we can.
It's bad.
Then we're gonna save her.
No, Ram!
You made one mistake.
That's not how the Lankin works.
The Lankin aren't a people.
You're a person.
Aarggh!
You are a chameleon, I'll give you that
taking these shapes.
You see, the other
thing about chameleons
really long tongues, which
shoot out to catch their prey.
You're just the tip of the tongue.
Such a succulent species.
Your grief is so large.
It will not matter what
you do to this limb.
I've found a grief that
will make me stronger
than you little worms can imagine.
Ooh. What a drama queen.
She must have meant Tanya.
April said the main strand
of it goes into her flat.
Let's kill it. You're with us?
No-one disgraces the memory of
my sister by making her nice.
By the way, Matteusz lives with us now.
Whatever.
I've missed you so much.
I've missed you.
Take it.
That's how it works.
Two streets up, then left.
They re-form as soon as you cut them.
Aarggh!
What's it doing?
- My guess is it's gathering strength.
- To do what?
Like veins of a heart, it
all leads to one branch.
Where's the rest of her family?
What happens when I take your hand?
You become free.
Free from pain. Free from worry.
Free from this grief that haunts you.
Like, how?
Can you please just listen to your
father for once, young lady?!
Tanya!
Don't go to them.
Why didn't Mum open the door for them?
Oh.
I feed on your release.
Where are my brothers?
I've never felt a species
so in love with closure.
The sweetness of the taste...
Hi.
What the...?
You are my heart in this world, Puddle.
I'm not letting you go.
Puddle?
And once my heart is rooted,
oh, how I shall I feed.
You're going to have to
go through us first.
Very well.
April...
This will not be enough.
Give me your hand or I
will kill your family.
- Will you let my friends go?
- Tanya, don't. Can't you see?
Then your mum would have lost
you without saying goodbye.
Then it gets to feed again on HER.
It's a cycle.
I will let them go.
There's only so much even I can consume.
You'll take away my pain forever?
Forever.
No!
Tanya, NO!
Something's happening!
Nearly... Oh, the release.
Tanya! No!
What are you doing to me?
You are not my father!
What have you done to me?
You know, us humans ARE a messy species.
I told you I hated my
father for leaving.
My grief made me strong,
but my anger is stronger,
and that's what I gave you!
You poisoned me.
You don't get to have my
closure, so how does that taste?
Bitter.
You have weakened me.
But not enough.
She didn't...
Huh?
- Where did she get that?
- She's... resourceful.
No! No! NO!
I'm so glad that worked.
My mum!
Oh! What on earth is this mess?
Oh! What's going on?
I've spoken to a few none of
them seem to remember anything,
which seems really convenient.
The Lankin probably does it so
it can come back and feed again.
Yeah. It'll think twice
before coming back here.
- Hey!
- Oh!
Are you alright?
Oh! How did you know to wing it?
Oh, thanks!
My mum doesn't remember anything.
- Yeah, I just said that.
- Did you guys see anyone?
I saw Rachel.
- Ram...
- Tell me about it.
My dad's the wrong kind of lost.
I saw my parents,
but only briefly.
Our bond was not strong. I've got
different ones that are stronger.
We all do, we beat it together.
Finally, we did something as a team.
Oh, my God, I'm going to vomit.
Where'd you get a bus from?
I should really be walking you home.
Ram, don't you listen?
Not glass.
April...
any time you want to
come night visiting.
That's not how I meant it.
I will see you at school, Ram.
'Cause of the folk music.
That's all I meant.
Hey, as long as you need. I mean it.
We'll make it work.
Thank you.
Uh... Thank you.
I am a warrior of the Quill race.
And a warrior needs a gun.
The water was so cold.
He knew it too.
Made a fool of himself,
just to get my attention.
- He was quite handsome.
- He was really handsome.
With that smile, that's how
I want you to remember him.
Me too.
Goodbye, Dad.
Dorothy Aimes, new head teacher.
Oh, my!
Somewhere there...
this heart beats.
- Aah!
- April!
Aarggh!
April's in trouble.
Ah! Aarggh!
People are dead. Rachel's dead.
My mum, she was paralysed
in a car accident.
Our teacher here was
the Quills' leading terrorist.
Freedom fighter.
"We're just little arses of smart
"who don't even know
what evil looks like."
We were so busy
fighting amongst ourselves,
we never saw them coming.
Why aren't you trying
to make me talk about it?
My dad died almost two years ago.
A stroke.
Daddy?
It isn't you.
It is.
I've reached out to you
across all time and space.
Because dead people are
doing that all the time.
I mean, you hear about it constantly.
The stroke came so suddenly.
One moment I was here...
And the next you were gone.
There's so much that I
wanted to say to you.
- You're not him.
- I am.
- I'm a part of you, Puddle.
- I'm out of here.
I'm your father, Jasper.
I married your mother, Vivian,
and then two years later,
we had your brothers.
You died two years ago today.
I was at your grave with Mum...
I know that Puddle, but I'm here now.
I know how much pain you're in.
I can help with that pain.
Why don't you take my hand?
No.
No, I don't think I'm dealing
with this very well.
Alien invasion or teen angst?
Teen angst is a pejorative phrase.
He's upstairs.
What's wrong?
They've... thrown me out.
Oh, come on, Tanya. Where are you?
- Hey.
- You seen Tanya?
No. She's not been around today.
It's the anniversary of her dad's, um...
I know that. She's more
my friend than yours.
Why does it have to be a competition?
Did you understand the physics homework?
What?
Oh. Don't 'Oh' me.
Fine. Although, I didn't
understand all of it either.
Is that a keyboard? You play that too?
Yeah.
I write sometimes.
You write songs?
No. Nothing.
Um... let's get to physics.
It was an argument, one we
had many times, about boys,
then it became about you.
It was almost OK I liked boys,
but my father...
if I don't have a boyfriend, he
doesn't have to think about it.
But you...
you exist, you are a real person.
Did this really happen?
Because of course I'll get it.
I once led an army.
Yes, alright.
You know, you aren't supposed to
just drop by in this country.
She's the worst teacher I've ever had.
I don't know how nobody notices.
- She does barely anything.
- I don't know.
So, what I did on question three was...
What was that?
Someone just knocked on the window.
And that's weird?
I'm on the first floor.
Hello, Andrath.
No-one knows that name.
No-one alive knows that name.
Therefore...
Therefore you're a dead
woman, or you're going to be.
Come, come, Andrath, the fight.
Then again, maybe that would
be the best greeting.
Mum?
I'll see you in the morning.
I hope.
Ram, you have to see what that is.
Oh, screw you, I don't
have to do anything.
I've done plenty already.
Ram...
Oh, come on!
Ram, what's happening?!
That's just not fair.
Holy mother of Kanye.
Rachel?
Ah!
Why me? Why not Mum or your sons?
We go to the strongest pull first.
The one who misses us the most.
You were like a siren song when
we stepped into this world.
But how can I possibly miss
you more than Mum does?
Because she's already let me go.
It's the shape, I know.
Some morphic resonance
thing I don't understand.
One has to make allowances
for other planets.
Surely, though, even in this skin,
that you yourself wear so well, Andrath,
surely you recognise your own sister.
How? How are you here?
That's a story and a half.
I ain't going nowhere.
You AREN'T going ANYWHERE.
The correct words aren't
always the right ones.
Well, that's true, isn't it?
It's what I always used to say to you.
- That's what my dad used to tell me.
- Fair enough. Alright.
We are...
The Lankin.
Aliens.
- So you're not him.
- I am.
- You just said you're...
- The universe is so big.
So big, you wouldn't believe it.
Yes, actually, I would.
So, who are the Lankin?
They gather souls, Puddle.
They gather our souls, or
they can if we let them.
Quill don't have souls.
We do. We just believe they die with us.
We're wrong about that.
The Lankin look after them.
They shepherd them.
Aw... Where to? Heaven?
If Heaven is being with the souls
of everyone you've ever known,
then, yes.
Sounds like hell.
That too.
What do you get out of it?
Souls give off energy,
a perpetually renewing power source.
It is mutually beneficial.
The more souls they gather together,
the more energy the Lankin have.
So... why are you here?
If you take my hand, I
can ease your pain.
Our souls will connect,
so that when it comes to your
time, many years from now...
you'll be able to find me.
Dad, I know we talked
about the weird stuff...
Dad, call me as soon as you get this.
Ram!
You can stay
here as long as you need.
What if that's forever?
Then it's forever.
You know, these weeks with you,
I knew you were different,
but now that I know
why, it doesn't matter,
because you are still you,
in all your strangeness.
Same here.
Charlie, I would like to say something,
but I don't want you to think
it's because of this situation.
OK. Do not laugh at me.
- Is it funny?
- No.
Because sometimes I miss
the human sense of humour.
I mean, have you seen that
show, Take Me Out...?
I love you.
Do you... have love where you come from?
What about Miss Quill?
I told her never to intrude unless
the world is actually ending.
We've never gathered the
souls of this race.
Not until cracks in the universe
started appearing here.
We found a few souls we could help,
but we'd like to help more.
Right, so this is a sales pitch
and you've chosen a human picture
of my sister to be your mouthpiece.
Tell me again why I shouldn't
kick your arse right now.
The Shadow Kin attack
happened so fast, sister.
No-one knew it was their last day.
I know we've rarely seen eye to eye.
- You tried to kill me in the nest.
- All Quill sisters do that.
It's how we know the
survivors are strong.
We allow you to properly say goodbye,
and thereby ensure you'll find
one another in the hereafter.
Oh, this is sounding
suspiciously sentimental.
Exactly the sort of nonsense
that would lead one of these
ridiculous humans into a trap.
It's symbiotic. You give
to me as I give to you.
Why does it have to be a bad thing?
I've had bad luck with aliens recently.
Oh, we're not all evil.
And there's so much good in
the universe, SO much good.
You're hesitating, you're
wondering, "What if?"
There's so much I wanted to tell you.
- There's so much I wanted to say.
- I know, son.
Take your mother's hand
and tell her, hmm?
Mama. Son...
Aah...
What was that?
A soul saying goodbye.
Not as clean as we'd have liked.
A lot of anger there.
We're kind of a messier species
than the Lankin is used to.
So sad...
when we can't let go properly.
On my world, love is a practical term.
It's almost a business one.
It means to combine what you
have with what someone else has.
It's the combination that means
love, not... the wish to do it.
The wish told you where
love might be found, but...
it wasn't love itself.
What are you saying that
my wish isn't love?
No. Because if not,
then I've given up very
much for a pointless wish.
No, no, no. That's not what I'm saying.
Here you have so much choice.
I mean, if your family is wrong for
you, you can choose a different one.
My family...
they never saw me as someone they
needed to bother combining with.
I was a valuable piece of property to
be used for the good of the country.
The wish, my wish...
had nothing to do with it.
I wish for you.
You wish to combine with me?
Yeah, is... isn't that what we just...
Sometimes I think you play stupid.
How about that fight?
Matrons rules. No mercy.
That would get in the way.
It's our limitation.
We have to stay attached
to the great trunk.
It's how the souls connect. I
can only come this far to you.
You have to come the rest of the way.
Why?
Because souls never be forced,
they can only be persuaded.
What can I say to make you believe me?
Oh, Puddle.
- Won't you take your father's hand?
- Won't you take your sister's hand?
Tell me why you call me Puddle.
We were watching the regimental
horses at Hyde Park.
One of them did an
absolutely enormous wee
and you, not knowing what it
was, jumped right into it.
"Puddle, puddle, puddle!" you said.
Horse wee everywhere.
That doesn't mean that...
That just means you can read my mind.
It doesn't mean that
you're actually you.
I suppose that's true. Yeah.
There's no way to convince you.
You just... have to believe me.
I really want to.
I want you to.
I've missed you so much.
Dad?
April?
I think the world's ending.
How do I know that you're
not just some chameleon?
Chameleon?
An animal they have here.
It changes its skin to
match its background.
Useful for camouflage.
Have you made contact
with their leaders?
Chameleons hide themselves,
so what I'm wondering is...
what is it you're hiding?
Maybe you should ask yourself,
what am I offering?
What are they?
I don't know, but it was
connected to Rachel.
Yeah, I saw.
That's just not on!
That's not even the third weirdest
thing I've seen this month.
- You're shaking.
- Well, the world's ending!
The dead have come back for us.
Maybe... Maybe there's
another explanation.
Do you always out to be
so goddamn sensible?
- Yes.
- What?
Yes, I do always have to
be so goddamn sensible.
- Why? Why do you say that?
- Because the world isn't sensible.
Haven't you noticed?
Yeah, I've noticed.
I decided a long time ago
that I could either let
that break me into pieces
or make sure that it
never got the chance.
You just think I'm nice or
sensible, but really, it's war.
I'm always at war.
Can we please get out of here
before we become one of those?
What are you offering?
Do you remember what you said
to me the last time you saw me?
That if I ever saw you again,
I'd rip your heart out with my
bare hands and make you watch.
Good times. Well...
I'd like to see you try.
That's interesting.
Wait a minute!
- I need to breathe.
- Did you mean that?
- Mean what?
- Being at war all the time.
My dad.
He was a folk singer.
He played the fiddle.
And made people cry with it.
OK, he made me cry.
He was always away on tour,
so we didn't him very much,
but it was nice when we did.
And then it got less nice.
He drank.
A lot.
And, um, then he drank more.
When I was eight years old,
he purposely drove off a motorway
with me and my mum in the car.
My mum was in the passenger seat
and, uh, that's why she's paralysed.
I was sitting in the back, but...
I didn't get hurt.
He said it was a suicide attempt.
He wasn't thinking straight, but...
he still went to prison for it.
I got lots of therapy.
Loads of it.
People were really nice.
So nice, but also careful.
Like me and my mum were
just glass figurines.
I'm not made of glass.
What he did...
it's important, but if
it's the thing that rules,
then he gets to keep doing
that to us every day forever
and I won't have that.
I play folk music because I love it.
I won't let him take that from me.
And that's why I'm so goddamn sensible.
You're still shaking.
Did... Did you see that?
It looked like my...
parents.
Do you often see your parents after sex?
What's wrong with the sky?
Why is no-one answering their phones?
It's like olden times or something.
Probably 'cause they're
all already dead.
A little optimism
wouldn't kill you, Ram.
No. Alien shadows will kill me.
Alien tattoos will kill me.
- Hey...
- It's coming from the tear.
Why is there only one?
I'm not sure, but that's
the way to Tanya's flat.
There's something
you need to know.
Something I didn't tell you.
Um... my dad was a policeman.
- I know that, Puddle.
- My mum used to worry every night.
Worry when he'd work shifts.
That he wouldn't come home.
- "It's not America," I'd say.
- And...
every night, he'd go out...
and every night, he'd come home and...
even if it was really late, like...
even if it was, like, three
o'clock in the morning...
I'd look in on you.
You'd look in on me.
And I'd always wake up.
Do you know why I did that?
Because I used to do it
to, when I was little.
Like, little, little. I'd, um...
get out of bed and come to
your door and look inside.
And I would ask, "What
are you doing, Puddle?"
And I wouldn't say anything.
But you knew.
You... knew.
You were making sure we hadn't
gone anywhere in the night.
Because...
how could something so good...
ever last?
And it didn't.
I hated you for leaving.
Everything was perfect and we were
all so happy and then you just left.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Dad. It just...
Please.
Puddle.
Come to your daddy. Let
him listen to your pain.
Let him tell you how he'll
still watch over you.
Do you want it?
Come and take it.
It has to be your choice.
My choice.
That's how the Lankin works.
I can only reach out.
You have to reach back.
I thought you were just giving
me time to say goodbye.
And this is how you'll do it.
Hey, have you seen the sky...?
Who's this?
- Oh, finally.
- Finally, what?
Finally, you've come down
from your little love nest
and are therefore
implicitly under threat.
Which means I can finally find out
who this infuriating
wolverine actually is.
What?
Get a very big knife.
No, wait.
Get two.
Why her? She never hurt anybody!
Night visiting. What?
Night visiting, it's a
genre of folk song.
Oh, my God, I've heard more about
folk music in the last half an hour
than in my entire previous life.
There's been songs for centuries
about people coming to
your window at night.
Usually ghosts of people you've lost.
Like Rachel.
What do they want?
Sometimes it's a warning.
Sometimes?
Sometimes they want to
drag you down with them.
You have no idea what you're giving up.
Oh, do shut up, sis. Sis?
Oh, and I got a screwdriver
and some secateurs.
I specifically asked for knives.
I don't... I don't like knives.
I can't use weapons, remember?
Right, stab that in its hand.
Uh...
Go on, you take your time.
Come on. What... What do you think
this is? Really bad phlegm?
Aargh!
Good. Move.
Now, let's have a little chat.
There's, like, 100
missed calls from April.
We're at Tanya's. What is going on?
I think we're about to find out.
Is Tanya in danger?
- Well?
- We came to offer you release.
Yeah.
Go get her. We'll be
there as fast as we can.
It's bad.
Then we're gonna save her.
No, Ram!
You made one mistake.
That's not how the Lankin works.
The Lankin aren't a people.
You're a person.
Aarggh!
You are a chameleon, I'll give you that
taking these shapes.
You see, the other
thing about chameleons
really long tongues, which
shoot out to catch their prey.
You're just the tip of the tongue.
Such a succulent species.
Your grief is so large.
It will not matter what
you do to this limb.
I've found a grief that
will make me stronger
than you little worms can imagine.
Ooh. What a drama queen.
She must have meant Tanya.
April said the main strand
of it goes into her flat.
Let's kill it. You're with us?
No-one disgraces the memory of
my sister by making her nice.
By the way, Matteusz lives with us now.
Whatever.
I've missed you so much.
I've missed you.
Take it.
That's how it works.
Two streets up, then left.
They re-form as soon as you cut them.
Aarggh!
What's it doing?
- My guess is it's gathering strength.
- To do what?
Like veins of a heart, it
all leads to one branch.
Where's the rest of her family?
What happens when I take your hand?
You become free.
Free from pain. Free from worry.
Free from this grief that haunts you.
Like, how?
Can you please just listen to your
father for once, young lady?!
Tanya!
Don't go to them.
Why didn't Mum open the door for them?
Oh.
I feed on your release.
Where are my brothers?
I've never felt a species
so in love with closure.
The sweetness of the taste...
Hi.
What the...?
You are my heart in this world, Puddle.
I'm not letting you go.
Puddle?
And once my heart is rooted,
oh, how I shall I feed.
You're going to have to
go through us first.
Very well.
April...
This will not be enough.
Give me your hand or I
will kill your family.
- Will you let my friends go?
- Tanya, don't. Can't you see?
Then your mum would have lost
you without saying goodbye.
Then it gets to feed again on HER.
It's a cycle.
I will let them go.
There's only so much even I can consume.
You'll take away my pain forever?
Forever.
No!
Tanya, NO!
Something's happening!
Nearly... Oh, the release.
Tanya! No!
What are you doing to me?
You are not my father!
What have you done to me?
You know, us humans ARE a messy species.
I told you I hated my
father for leaving.
My grief made me strong,
but my anger is stronger,
and that's what I gave you!
You poisoned me.
You don't get to have my
closure, so how does that taste?
Bitter.
You have weakened me.
But not enough.
She didn't...
Huh?
- Where did she get that?
- She's... resourceful.
No! No! NO!
I'm so glad that worked.
My mum!
Oh! What on earth is this mess?
Oh! What's going on?
I've spoken to a few none of
them seem to remember anything,
which seems really convenient.
The Lankin probably does it so
it can come back and feed again.
Yeah. It'll think twice
before coming back here.
- Hey!
- Oh!
Are you alright?
Oh! How did you know to wing it?
Oh, thanks!
My mum doesn't remember anything.
- Yeah, I just said that.
- Did you guys see anyone?
I saw Rachel.
- Ram...
- Tell me about it.
My dad's the wrong kind of lost.
I saw my parents,
but only briefly.
Our bond was not strong. I've got
different ones that are stronger.
We all do, we beat it together.
Finally, we did something as a team.
Oh, my God, I'm going to vomit.
Where'd you get a bus from?
I should really be walking you home.
Ram, don't you listen?
Not glass.
April...
any time you want to
come night visiting.
That's not how I meant it.
I will see you at school, Ram.
'Cause of the folk music.
That's all I meant.
Hey, as long as you need. I mean it.
We'll make it work.
Thank you.
Uh... Thank you.
I am a warrior of the Quill race.
And a warrior needs a gun.
The water was so cold.
He knew it too.
Made a fool of himself,
just to get my attention.
- He was quite handsome.
- He was really handsome.
With that smile, that's how
I want you to remember him.
Me too.
Goodbye, Dad.
Dorothy Aimes, new head teacher.
Oh, my!
Somewhere there...
this heart beats.
- Aah!
- April!
Aarggh!
April's in trouble.
Ah! Aarggh!