Psychosis

Ronnie!

This is the spot.

They want to extend

the motorway right through here.

Where's the dog gone?

Rabbits. He'll be back.

Let's go and explore.

Yeah. Come on, then.

- Jade, where's the lamps?

- Uh, in my bag, in the tent.

Let's play hide and seek.

See if you can find me.

All right.

Go on, then, close your eyes.

Yeah.

Count to 100.

1, 2, 3...

Getting cold out there.

Reckon Snake and Jade

must be keeping warm.

What the f***?

What the f*** happened?

I'll leave you two to it.

I'm going to go find Snake.

Snake! Where are you?

Come on,

I only want some puff!

Snake!

Where are ya?

Snake!

Is that you?

Uggh!

Be careful.

What's that on my foot?

What?

What? It feels like...

It feels like a dog's

licking my foot.

Must have come back, then.

What's the matter?

Is that you, Giro,

you f***ing pervert?

What the f***?

Jesus Christ!

What's going on?

What's the matter with you?

He's...

What?

- He's coming...

- I can't...

He's after me!

Who's after you?

There's a man coming!

He's coming!

Tell me who's coming.

Who's coming?

A man with an axe!

Good God.

He's over here!

He's over here!

This way!

Tell the crew

there's no need to rush.

Radio station

in London, Bang Radio.

Good morning, London,

on this sunny Thursday,

the 2nd of March, 2009.

We've got a whole host of treats

in store for you today,

so please don't touch that dial.

And we're going to be meeting

the wild man of rock himself,

Josh Curt.

I'm coming, Master.

Get in the car. It's cold.

Can we have a look

at these places, too?

We won't need

one of these places.

- It looks enormous.

- Well, it is enormous.

- Sorry, anyway...

- You're a dirty bird.

This place is amazing.

It's like I told you, sweetheart -

The garden of England.

What? I thought, you said

that the garden of England is Kent.

Well, it's supposed to be, but

that's only what they say in Kent.

Did you remember

to post the deeds?

Yep, all signed and in the mail.

Good, we wouldn't want

to be going into a house

that doesn't belong

to us yet, right?

Us?

All right, you.

Hey, look, babe, a scarecrow.

Haven't seen one of those

since I was a kid.

David, it's beautiful.

I told you it was perfect.

You can trust me

when I say I'll get something done.

Better than

in the photographs, huh?

That's a good place

to leave a ladder.

Just look at this place.

Don't these people

work for a living?

Oh, it's all right, baby,

it's not the end of the world.

Looks like all of our stuff

was delivered.

Yeah, but everything was

supposed to be finished, too.

Oh, great. No signal.

Where's the phone?

Who needs a phone?

We've gotten by for years

without one.

It just means I'll have to give

work this number, that's all.

Or don't.

Then they'll have to wait

for you to call them.

Well, that's something, at least.

Oh, I knew the sight of a bed

would put a smile on your face.

Mm-hmm.

I was referring to the wallpaper,

actually.

Oh.

Come here.

Baby, the curtains aren't drawn.

Really?

Hello?!

Is there somebody here?

There's someone downstairs.

Who are you?

Um...

Oh, I'm so sorry,

I didn't realize...

You've... just moved in, eh?

Well, it's been empty

for yonks, this place.

Uh... Reverend Swan.

David Golden.

And this is my wife, Susan.

Your accent, my dear...

Tell me, what part of America

are you from?

- I'm from California.

- How interesting.

And what is it that you do?

I'm a writer.

A crime writer.

Ooh!

Fact or fiction?

Fact, fiction -

it's all the same, right?

Yes, yes.

Quite.

And, um, David, are you

in the arts as well?

No, I work in the city.

Oh.

So, tell me, how did you end up

coming by the house today?

Oh, I... I like to drop by the empties

in the district.

You can't be too careful

these days.

Well, squatters, eco-warriors,

unruly youth.

In a world where there's no law

and order anymore,

you know, a man can't sleep

in his bed.

Well, it is my pleasure

to welcome you both to the parish

and to wish you all the luck

for the future.

I'll make my own way out.

David?

- Hmm?

- I heard something.

David, did you hear that?

No.

Go see.

Sh*t! You a**hole!

My God!

You're a total a**hole!

It serves you...

That is so wrong!

Well, you shouldn't have

got me out of bed

for no reason, should you?

- Come on, move over.

- No!

Please?

No! I was going to move.

That's my side.

Light.

Light?

It's a good thing I love you.

What a magnificent find

this place is.

How old is it?

Well, the oldest part

goes back to the 17th century.

Impressive.

Great, huh?

It's just the peace and quiet that

I need to finish my new book.

Yeah, glad you brought it up.

We all had several reads,

and we felt towards the end -

Charles, I'm sorry, excuse me.

Do you mind if I go

put a pot of coffee on?

- Sure.

- I'll be right back.

So, David, how are

you both settling in?

Good. I mean, Susan still

needs to adjust, of course.

Sure.

But she has spent quite a bit

of time in London in the past.

Yeah, of course.

But, you know,

when it's a definite move,

it makes things a little bit different.

Listen, we've got very high hopes

for Susan's next book.

And I wouldn't want this move to get

in the way of another best-seller.

Do you get my drift?

Yes, Charles.

Great.

It's always rather delicate

having these conversations

with the artiste, you know.

So, I'm counting on you.

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