Then You Run (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Anti-Zante - full transcript

The following programme
contains strong language,

violence and adult
themes from the start.

Eva?

♪ History ♪

♪ This is the century
To win your immortality

♪ How many strong are we?

♪ Bring down the
enemy

♪ This is our calling
We're not falling

♪ We can set you free

♪ This is the sign

♪ And now it's time



♪ This is the sign

♪ Your time to shine

♪ We will make history

♪ We will make history

♪ We'll make you history

♪ We will make history

♪ We will make history

♪ We'll make you history ♪

♪ History ♪

How much was the
yield? The what?

The yield of the
crop. Projected.

A fuck-load.

A fuck-load?

It was a shit-ton, Reagan.



Well, which was it now, boys?

A shit-ton?

Or a fuck-load?

Gun to the head?

More of a fuck-load, I suppose.

Must say it's a comfort to know

I've such fine clerical
minds on the case.

400 grams per 400-watt-lamp

gives us a total
theoretical yield

of 28 kilos for the entire crop.

More or less 450,000
euros worth of weed

gone to fuckin' shit.

Where
the fuck is Orin?

Well, the Range Rover's not in the
garage, so I assume he's in it.

And there's more, Reagan.

The sample.

Gone?

I don't suppose you need me to
remind you how much that's worth.

When you find the girls, Turi,

don't be merciful.

Don't come back like Snow
White and the Huntsman.

I'll give those little
whores some ho-fucking-ho!

Just continuing the
Snow White thing?

Dad?

He's in the steam room.

He's frozen.

What? What did you say?

He's fucking frozen, Reagan

It's ninety degrees
in here. More.

And there's no TV.

I-In the steam
room. There's no TV.

Sorry, son. Is it time
for your cartoons?

He's holding a remote, Reagan.

Why is my brother
frozen in a steam room

with no TV?!

Maybe we should just go over.

What, so I get nightmares?

Have you never been to an open-coffin
funeral? I've never been to a funeral!

I wouldn't have come
to this one if I'd...

if I'd known there'd
be a dead person!

It's what they
do. To say goodbye.

Stink?

WHY didn't they close the lid?!

Thank you!

I thought Nanny
O'Rourke was scary alive.

Hmm.

Hey.

She looks...

really nice.

Oh my God, have
you seen her nails?

They're actually
good! Who did those?

The funeral people.
Dunno. Maybe you could-

I'm not asking who
did my nan's nails.

OK.What do you think
of her nails, Nessi?

Nice. Yeah.

I mean, you could ask- They're not
gonna do yours, Stink. It's not a salon!

I'm not thinking about me. I'm
thinking about all four of us.

For Zante.

I need to speak
to you about that.

About what?

Zante.

What about it?

What about Zante?!

You have to come. We booked
the flights and hotel!

So find someone
to take my place.

We don't like anyone else! All
the girls at school are twats.

And we are NOT bringing your
friend with the underbite.

She looks like a
fucking grouper.

Why can't you come to Zante?

She lost her primary
carer. So what? You're 18.

I'm not. She's still 17.

I'm supposed to
live with family.

What family?

Ladies.

Stink.

I know how emotional occasions
like this can be so...

if you find yourself in
need of a shoulder...

We've got, what, eight between
us. I think we'll manage.

Oh. You'd no complaints.

Left teeth marks on
mine two weeks ago.

No! You didn't?

What?! Can we just
focus, please!

Every Wednesday double-drama
we've been planning it.

And now you're telling me

that I basically have to
go to Zante by myself.

Hey! Fine,
not by myself...

with one says-bian and one...

Nessi. Listen, neither of you
are exactly man-magnets, OK?

What's a "says-bian"?
She says she's a lesbian.

Why do you find it impossible
to believe I'm gay?

The glaring lack of evidence?
She's been out for like a year,

and we've NEVER seen
her with a girl?

I've kissed more girls
than her, and I like boys.

She's allowed to be choosier
than you, Stink! Wow!

Fucking Kenny Swinney?!

Whatever!

I'll believe it when I see it.
What do you wanna see? Teeth marks?

♪ Tasty ♪

♪ Do just what we like,
yeah Got an appetite

♪ For the finer
things in life, boy

♪ You just gotta treat me right

♪ From the day to the night

♪ Leave me satisfied

♪ Oh, it's the way
You spin me 'round

♪ I can't seem To
find the ground... ♪

Maybe we don't have to go to
Zante. What if we came to you?

Our end-of-school
holiday. In Ireland?

I won't be in Ireland.
Where will you be?

Rotterdam.

The place they sell weed
in the coffee shops?

That's Amsterdam.

Is that the place with the red-light
district? No, that's Amsterdam.

Well, it's not looking
good so far, is it?

What is in Rotterdam?

"The biggest commercial
port in Europe."

My dad. He's lived
there for years.

You WANT to go there.

Don't you?

Do you even want us - to come visit you?
- Yeah.

And why didn't Daddy come to
the funeral today, might I ask?

Stink... He can't be bothered
to bury his own mother.

He can't be bothered to
show up for your whole life,

since the, er...

the crash where your
mum actually died.

But as soon as he
clicks his fingers...

you come running?

Well fuck that.

Fuck Ramsterdam...

and fuck him.

Fuck you.

She's the one who's
cancelled summer.

She's got no one else.

Well, she had us.

Look, there's so much I, uh...

We've got time.

♪ Where Is My Mind ♪

♪ With your feet on the air And
your head on the ground... ♪

Is this actually
your car? Yeah.

One of them.

Welcome to the Netherlands.

They say Amsterdam's got it
but Rotterdam doesn't need it.

What's Amsterdam got?

♪ Where is my mind?

Ah, just, uh...

canals and stuff.

♪ Where is my mind?

♪ Where is my mind?

♪ Where is my- ♪

Mi casa, su casa.

You... are... shitting me.

The glass was made using
sand from the dunes.

The designer is a mate
of mine from Berlin,

and she calls it "Ausen Innen".

Which means... Outside inside.

Very good. Anyway
the, uh, the whole place

is certified sustainable,

super eco, if you
will.

Guess you make up
for it with the cars.

Ouch! You got me there.

Now, I wanted your
room to feel...

special, yours like.

So...

What? You don't like it?

I mean, if I was nine?

Oh, my God, I-I'm...
No, it's OK. I'm joking.

I didn't know. I'll, er...

We'll change it. I promise.

Want to see something cool?

This is where I
write my ditties.

Um, not bad, huh?

Look, I, uh...

I know it's a terrible
thing that, uh...

I wasn't there to
bury me mother. But...

trust me when I tell you

I couldn't.

I know...

I've been a complete
non-father to you.

I mean, I was, um...

well, I was 21, you know.

And, uh...

God, you look like your mother.

Hello? Orin?

We're down here.

Come on. I want
you to meet Saskia.

She's dying to meet you.

Tara?

Orin's had such butterflies.

You are all he's talked about.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I was very close to
my grandmother also.

Can I smell cinnamon?

Yeah, fresh nonnevot. Plus...

I've bought enough ice cream
to fill the pool freezer!

Did you say pool?

Ah, yeah. It's, uh, it's
out of action, sadly.

The filter needs fixing.

Yeah. Um, you can
swim at the beach.

They say it's going to
be an amazing summer.

Hottest on record,
I heard. Right.

Hey.

Hey.

I was thinking...

maybe my friends
could come and visit?

They could all stay in
my room, if it's easier.

You won't get much out of
him. He's in work mode.

What's he looking for?

One of his commercials.

A confidence boost.

How come you're always in the
basement if the pool's not working?

I think...

you'd better ask your
father about that.

I don't make the rules.

If I did...

I would tell you to
clean up your mess.

Hmm! There we go.

They flew him to Budapest
to record this one.

Have you been?

It's lovely out.

Why don't you come
and take a sun bath?

You're nearly 18, aren't you?

Next week, is it not?

Your birthday?

No big deal. We'll
have to do something.

Have a party.

Maybe I can invite my friends.

High time you met the
rest of the family.

Uncle Reagan.

Did my mum like the sea?

She loved it.

Try swimming in the
Norwegian Fjords in winter.

I saw a picture of her...
in front of a hotel.

The Nordmann Fir Beach Hotel.

Only beach hotel in the
world without a beach.

It was on a cliff
overlooking the Fjords.

No beach.

Norwegian humour.

I remember it.

The crash.

What
do you remember?

Not all of it.

Just...

I'm not one for
memory lane myself.

Tara, this is your
uncle. Reagan.

Hi.

God, you look like your mum.

S-So everyone tells me.

Ah, wait. Tara, this
is your cousin, Darian.

Happy Birthday.

Cute friends.

What does your dad actually do?

He has a...

courier business.

Like, motorbikes?

Sometimes, like.

Watch the door.

Jakob.

I did not expect to
see you this evening.

Davey...

have you been
practicing your Deutsch?

Nein problem.

Tell me, Jakob.

Why did my friends find
you whoring in Rotterdam

instead of in Kraut-country
where we left you?

What? What did he
say about Amsterdam?

Kustenwache.
Coastguard! Coastguard!

Dagmar put you with the
coastguard to spy on my harbour?

He says he'll keep his yap shut.

Give me your fucking hand.

Bitte.

What's the German
for sulphuric acid?

Tell him if he talks,

I'll take his little
German bratwurst next.

It's not word for word
but I think he gets it.

Baby-sit your kid. This
is no surprise to me.

One job. Watch the fucking door!

What did you see-
What did he mean?

You first.

Why did Reagan say he's
not surprised about me?

Because of mum?

I don't know why he said that.

Because she was crazy?

No. Yes she was.

Nan said.

Is that why Reagan
doesn't like me?

Of course he likes
you. He's your family.

No one I know
likes their family.

You
like me, don't you?

I don't know you.

Look...

Reagan's-A drug dealer.

I'm not a fucking idiot. Hey!

That explains this house.
What? No it doesn't.

I've been longlisted
for two Ivor Novellos!

So why didn't Nana
take your money?!

After what happened in
Norway... The car crash.

Mum dying. I was a mess.

I mean...

sectioned.

Reagan brought me
here.

He set up my studio,

he forced me to work, and he...

He saved me.

But, Mam...

she knew how Reagan
made his money, and...

even when I started to make me
own, she couldn't separate the two.

I want things.

Things?

I want to see what's in
that box in your studio.

I want the code to
the swimming pool

and I want my friends
to come for the summer.

What friends? The only
ones I've ever had.

You can have your friends
to stay for a week.

Two.

You leave my studio alone.

But you can see
the swimming pool.

How can they have a coach
with no air conditioning?

There was air conditioning. What
do you think the button was for?

I thought that was for drinks.

I, um, I can share the playlist
with you, if you really enjoyed it?

I did! You've got
my number, so...

definitely share it. OK.

You know, I-I'm surprised.

I don't wish to generalise,
but most girls I know

aren't keen on
German Drill music.

Well, most girls
are idiots, Marten.

Um, do you like spoken word?

I mean... they're OK.

There's a poetry slam at The Room
in Scheepvaartkwartier tonight.

You guys should come. We
were just looking at that!

Kira will be performing.

She gets nervous when
I'm in the crowd but...

well what can I do? I-I haven't
seen her for three months.

Right, Kira.

- Sorry, that's your...
- My girlfriend.

Partner. Yeah
Cool. Is she here?

No. Actually, I'm
arriving a day early.

I-I wanted to
surprise her! Aww.

Well, we'll see you and Kira
tonight then! At the poetry slam.

Cool, OK, well, uh, message
me! Yeah? I'll drop you a pin.

It'll be lovely to meet her!

OK. Bye-bye.

Where the fuck is Tara?!

"Please leave
your message after the tone."

Tara, we're not at
the coach station anymore.

We waited for, like, an hour.

I've got one bar
left so if you need to call,

just call as soon as,
please- Give me that.

What the fuck? Listen, bitch.

I did not sack off ten days in Zante
to come sit on the dock of the bay.

You said your daddy had
a pool and fast cars,

so tell him to send one of his fast cars
or I promise when I get to his house,

I'm going to piss in his pool!

I've just spent twelve
hours on a coach,

my tits are aching...

and I'm starving.

Hello. Hi!

So basically, me and
my friends are hungry,

but, like, don't
have a lot of money.

So what's the most amount of pizza
we can get for hardly any euros?

Why don't you have money?

Because my best
friend lives here,

and her dad's rich and he's
SUPPOSED to be paying for us,

but we don't know
where they are.

Is that your boss? He
wishes. He's my uncle.

This isn't even my-my real job.

What's your real job?
Let's just say if you...

order "the special,"
you'll find out.

Try Find My Friends. I
tried Find my Friends.

Let me try.

"Tara O'Rourke not found."
I told you. It's off.

Is that her?

Hi, Elizabeth.

It's Nessi. Yeah,
I'm good thanks.

Except that we
can't seem to find Tara-

Mum? Hi! Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We just got to Tara's!

It's lovely. Her
dad's really nice.

Check it out, the
special! What's special?

Um, I better go mum. Oh!

Yes! From the pizza guy?

And he said we CAN buy it in
coffee shops like in Amsterdam,

but he sells it cheaper.

He'll bring more when we
meet him at the beach.

The beach? Where's the beach?

Uh... It's right by the sea?

Mirko says there's a
party there every night.

You want to follow a
drug dealer to the beach?

Ruth! We're going to the beach!
No, we're gonna find Tara.

We think something's wrong with her.
There is something wrong with her.

She's forgotten who
her friends are.

Tara, we've messaged
you about 50 times.

We're at the beach. I didn't even
know there was a beach, but...

Just come to the beach, I guess.

I hope you're OK.

You better be.

Seriously, what are we going
to do if she doesn't call?

Party all night?

So far there's four of us.
It's not exactly Koh Phangan.

No, I have more
coming. Believe me.

Would you like to swim?

In the sea? Why not?

Sharks?

No
sharks, I promise you.

Look! Isn't that your
boy from the coach?

He looks sad. Is he crying?
Ha! Someone's been dumped!

What happened to poetry night?

You should go over.
No. He had his chance.

He might have a charger.

We should have ended
it back in Hamburg.

She was the one who
said it could work.

Me studying Music in London,
her Performing Arts in Holland.

This whole year I've
stayed faithful to Kira,

only to walk in on her

having oral sex
with a slam poet.

- Wow.
- They said they were warming up their...

their vocals.

There's some evidence it works.

We were meant to go
traveling all summer.

I got her tickets for
Eisenschtompschtomp.

Eyes and what-what?
The festival.

My band are playing the
Drogenunruhen stage.

Then we were supposed to
go visiting my father.

I was looking forward
to introducing her.

I really thought she was
my...

soul mate.

You know?

"It's me,
don't leave a message.

I won't listen to it."

Come on!

It's freezing! No,
it's OK! Once you...

acclimatise...

Are you insane? Nessi!

Look! Nessi!

I was calling you!
Tara phoned. What?

She left a voicemail. Saying?

Nothing. Just a
noise. What noise?

"Uhhh..." What?!

Now she won't pick up, but her
phone is on- Find my friends!

- Yeah.
- Have you fou-Found her!

"Das Haag."

OK, where the fuck is Das Haag?

Erm...

I know.

What if her
dad's a weirdo?

You heard Tara
groaning on the phone.

He might have tied her up and
now he's using us as bait.

He does live in a
house in the woods.

We're Hansel and fucking
Gretel.

You should have brought
your boy from the coach.

What's he gonna to do?
Fall in love with him?

Should have brought your boy!

Oh, shit!

Call her again.
That's what I'm doing.

I can
hear it ringing inside.

Maybe her hands are tied
together! Shut the fuck up, Nessi!

It's well known fact that Holland
is filled with paedophiles.

That's Belgium, you idiot.

Why should we be afraid
of paedophiles? We're 18.

Fine, we'll just
stroll right in.

"Hi, paedophiles. We're technically
adults, so you won't be interested in us-"

Shut
the fuck up, Nessi!

Tara?

Tara! What the fuck?

Tara?! Tara?!

Not that hard!
That wasn't hard!

If I slapped you
that hard you'd cry.

Hello? Can you hear us?
Bitch, can you hear us?!

What's wrong with her eyes?

Fuck! You lot...

Alright, I'm calling
an ambulance. No!

Oh, it speaks.

Tara, what happened?

Fuck!

I saw her.

She's 18.

It all belongs to her now.

She's not even going
to fucking want it.

Saw who?!

My mum.

I told you NOT to come in here.

Tell me who it was.

I heard her talking about me.

She said I was 18
and it's mine now.

What's mine?

WHAT'S MINE?! The
fucking hotel!

The retardedly-named beach hotel

without a beach.

You'll find it on top
of a fucking mountain

in a country full of
mad fucking whores.

Who was that?

You know who it was.

But... your... Mum's dead!

Unfortunately not. I
remember the car crash!

Then you don't remember
it very well, do you?

Because your mother survived,

which is a great fucking shame
as she's a treacherous whore.

And now... now she wants to worm
her way back into your life.

My mum's alive?

Now that MY mother is dead...

she wants to lure
you up to Norway.

I've been lied to...

Up to that fucking
pointless hotel.

All my life.

Sorry.

Why are YOU puking?
What the fuck?

From her puke!

So what did you do?

You'd better come.

Is... Did...

We should have
gone to fucking Zante.

Oh, fuck!