Undergods

All this.

Everything will be sucked into a massive hole,

and then...

all will be fog.

What'’s that?

Is that more?

Yeah, you want some?

Yeah.

Ahh!

You know, I'’ve dreamt that.

Of what?

Me, in the back of the truck.

You know what I dream about sometimes?

What'’s that?

That I'’m in the street,

and there are, like, these long sticks

along both sides,

with a man'’s head on top.

And as I walk,

one of the bastards'’ heads scream down at me.

You know, I have one of those dreams

over and over and over.

What I see is like this room,

like a clean room...

...with a ghost inside.

The ghost moves, walks.

There'’s something scary about that.

And I know this place is

somewhere far, far away from here,

far away from this dump, I can tell you that.

What?

Sorry to bother you at this hour of the night,

but I'’ve locked myself out.

Do you live here?

I'’m on the 11th floor.

They told me there'’s a couple in the building, so...

Come in.

Thanks.

A bit grim out there.

Hopefully, they'’ll finish the park.

Yeah. I hope so too.

It'’s a terrific area.

Good.

Are you still settling in?

There'’s work to be done, all right.

But still, I'’m sure it'’s gonna be fine.

Oh--do you think I could borrow your phone, perhaps,

and try and get through to management?

Sure, um...yeah.

Yeah, there, it'’s ringing.

Shit!

There'’s nobody there.

I guess they'’re not there till Monday.

Ah. Um...

We can make a bed on the sofa.

Are you sure?

That'’s very kind of you.

Thank you.

Ruth?

Open the-- open the fucking door!

You ruined my life!

You fucking took my life, you pig,

you ugly, fucking pig!

You made me ugly!

I wish you were dead!

A little of this there,

a little twist like that.

That'’s it.

-Click. -Yeah.

Morning.

And...

He'’s fixed the shower, too.

Don'’t worry.

I'’m here to help.

Thanks, Ron.

Thank you for letting me stay.

Well, you'’re my neighbor.

You and Ruth, you'’re a great couple.

You'’ve got something special.

A new life, it'’s...

Sometimes, these things, they can...

well, they can...

crumble.

Little Johnny, who was about seven, pops in.

Mom and Dad, Sunday morning,

they'’re going at it,

humping away like that.

Dad says, "What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?"

Little Johnny stops, he looks up,

and he says, "Yeah.

Not so funny when it'’s your mother."

-Could you get the remote? -Yeah.

[motor racing sounds, announcer on television]

Should we go?

Hm?

I'’m driving Harry to the supermarket.

-What? -He wants to buy some snacks.

-Snacks? -Snacks.

What snacks?

I wanna buy some snacks.

Don'’t want to be like a parasite.

I'’ll drive him.

You stay.

Oh, they'’re leaning on each other.

Oh, back they come now, straight away,

the crowd in a frenzy here as we head for the bell.

Another and another...

- -And it'’s all over!

...that feeling, you know, like holding someone in...

Where'’ve you been?

I'’ve been calling you.

-My battery went flat. -Yeah, but your phone was on.

Was it?

What took you so long?

Is there any booze?

There'’s some in the cupboard.

-Great. -No!

-Yes. -Hey!

What?

Ron...

Where are the bottles?

They'’re mine.

-Come on, Ron, get '’em out. -No!

It'’s the weekend!

And why are you so stingy?

-Why are you so stingy? -Out!

Get out of my house!

This is my house too.

Shut up, you stupid fucking bitch!

You know, Ron,

I always say the three most important things in life,

number one,

be nice.

Number two,

be nice.

Number three...

Yeah.

Well, let'’s have a party, everybody.

[door closes, echoing footsteps]

You pig, you ugly fucking pig!

Mr. Payne, Ronald Payne, remember me?