Hallam Foe

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You're dead! You're f***ing dead!

I'll get my brother!

- Jen, come back! Wait!

- F***ing pervert!

If that was a joke,

it wasn't very f***ing funny.

I'd look out for her brother.

He's a f***ing mentalist.

Jen! Jen!

- I'll miss you.

- I hate you.

Can I take this?

This can't still fit you, surely?

- Get out of my room, Hallam.

- Not without these.

- Hallam!

- I'm gonna take these,

- and what if I put these back? Ow!

- Get out of my room.

Thank you.

To Australia and great adventures.

And happy anniversary, Dad and Verity.

Absent friends.

Absent friends.

Do you know why

we chose this restaurant?

- It can't be the food.

- I told you to have the veal.

It was here that Julius first

asked me to help manage the firm.

You mean when you were the secretary?

That's right, when I was his secretary.

- I didn't know that.

- That's because I said no.

I wasn't ready for it then.

This afternoon,

I put the same question to Verity,

- and I'm happy to say she agreed.

- Congratulations.

When was it you were first asked?

It must have been

a couple of years ago.

And was that before or after?

It wasn't long

before your mother passed away.

Do you remember what happened later?

Your friend.

Oh, yes.

That same day,

an old boyfriend of mine calls up

and insists on taking me out

for dinner. Guess where he took me.

Can you imagine

what the staff must have thought?

They probably

thought you were a prostitute.

Probably.

- Come to the pub.

- No, thanks. Here's fine.

You got your binoculars in there?

- Come to the pub.

- Maybe next time.

There isn't gonna be a next time.

You f***ing splitter.

Night, Mum.

Hallam!

I'm going!

Bye!

Lucy!

Wait! Lucy!

Hallam, lunch is ready.

It's very good soup.

We've been thinking,

now that Lucy's gone,

it's not good for you to be here

with no one of your own age around.

Too much time to dwell on things.

I have some contacts

in the wine trade in London, and...

You'll have a chance to make

new friends, earn a bit of money,

learn something you'll enjoy

the rest of your life,

and it'll be a good

stop-gap before college.

Actually, I've decided

not to go to college.

- So what are you going to do?

- I'm staying right here.

So I'm sorry if that

screws up your plans.

It's as if this place is still hers.

We agreed you could make

whatever changes you want, and you are.

- You know what I want most?

- What?

- Look, he doesn't hate you.

- He does.

He doesn't. You just have to be patient.

I think that

I should go away for a while.

I'll deal with Hallam. All right?

- Where's Verity?

- She's gone to see a friend.

Are you in the dog house?

What is it, Hallam?

- I found Mum's old boat in the loch.

- Did you?

- Good God! I thought it was sunk.

- It had.

When she took me out in it,

how long was that before she died?

About a month. Why?

Were you f***ing Verity by then?

That's what "Fancy a stroll"

was about. Christ, I'm a fool.

- You haven't answered the question.

- Not even close, Hal.

I was busy trying

to keep the show on the road.

When you found her, had she tied

her hands and weighed herself down?

- Where's this coming from?

- People who can swim,

it's hard to drown. Instincts take over.

- Who told you that?

- I did some research, all right?

At the time, I decided to spare you

some of the details from the inquest.

Before she came out here,

your mother took

an overdose of sleeping pills.

- Thanks for f***ing telling me.

- I'm sorry.

I know it's hard, but you

have got to try to pick up the pieces.

Well, I can see it didn't

take you very long, did it?

Hal, this won't help.

So it definitely wasn't an accident?

No.

It wasn't.

Oh, no! I've painted

over his mum's face.

Paint all over it.

- Give it here, I'll do it.

- It's a single ticket.

F*** off, man. Go!

- Hallam?

- Lucy?

- Are you still there? Hello?

- Can you hear me?

What if someone else gave her the pills?

Spiked her drink or something?

Well, don't you think

she's capable of it?

Why is that paranoid?

Of course I miss you.

Oh, she'd love that.

She's already twisting Dad's arm

to try and get rid of me.

Hello!

I see you've had some visitors.

- Can I come up?

- No way.

You left these on your bed.

"Today, walking past the office,

I saw Dad stroking Verity's back.

It made me ponder his evening strolls".

- Not allowed.

- "I followed.

There she was, bouncing up and down.

I couldn't take my eyes off the dimple

that appeared on her shoulder

every time she clawed at his neck.

I hate myself, but I want to

bury my face in that little cushion".

Give me my diaries back.

Hallam, you really need to move on.

I know Julius will feel the same

when he reads these.

No, they're private diaries!

So are bedrooms. By volume two,

you peeped in half the village's.

I wonder what the local paper

would do with that,

- or the police for that matter.

- The police?

Wonder what they'll think

when I tell them about you.

Me?

Recognise this?

It's a hammer, Hallam.

The same hammer that sunk my mother's

boat once you'd drugged her coffee.

She wanted to die, Hallam.

You tell me what you did to her!

It's time to fly the nest, Hallam,

and I think you know that.

Spare some change, please.

- It's a f***ing shite hole.

- I didn't want to come here.

Stick your f***ing castle

right up your f***ing arse.

What do you want?

Thirty, 35?

Thirty-five?

Well, go on, f*** off, then!

F*** off, then!

Whoa.

- What's your name, son?

- Carl.

- Where's home, Carl?

- I'm staying with a friend.

Not that gentleman

you were talking to?

- No.

- So, your friend, what's his address?

Where the hell is he?

Mum!

Can I help you?

Do you have any jobs, please?

Sorry, we use an agency.

I can give you their details.

Thanks.

Why are you staring at me?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I've never

been for a job interview before,

and I was just wondering if you could

give me some advice on how to do it.

- I'm sorry?

- Would you...?

Could you throw a couple

of practise questions at me, just...

...just for practise?

- How desperate are you for work?

- Pretty desperate.

Well, the highest turnover in jobs

is usually in kitchen porters.

- OK. I'll be a kitchen porter.

- Why do you think you'd be suitable?

Well, it's what I've wanted to do

ever since I was a kid.

Sit down.

Don't tell people

what you think they want to hear.

- Just be yourself.

- OK.

I'm very enthusiastic

and I'm a quick learner,

and I'll work days, nights, weekends,

any overtime you want

for no extra money.

It would be illegal for you

to work overtime for no extra money.

Well, give me a week's trial,

a day's trial.

I want a chance

to get a foot on the ladder.

If everything works out,

you won't pay agency fees.

That's a win-win situation for you.

Remember what I said about

the fast turnover in kitchen porters?

You're about to meet the exception.

- Cutlery, handles up.

- Right.

Go on.

Hey, hey, hey! What is the hurry?

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