Then You Run

The following programme contains strong language,

violence and adult themes from the start.

Eva?

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?

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.

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?

Ah, just, uh...

...canals and stuff.

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.