MTV Ao Vivo - Nando Reis e os Infernais (Nando Reis e os Infernais - MTV Ao Vivo)

Hi, Dad.

Oh, my God.

Alyssa?

He smells exactly the same.

I thought I should give Alyssa and her dad some space.

He a poof?

He's my boyfriend.

Is that mine?

Yeah.

Suits you.

Well, you turned out all right, didn't you?

You're gorgeous. Shut up.

No, no, I'm serious.

You were a fucking weird-looking kid.

I'm relieved.

Smoke?

How's your ma?

Yeah, fine.

Married to a total dick, but fine.

Can we stay with you for a bit?

Please say yes.

Of course you can.

You're my blood, girl.

Cool, thanks.

So, you run away, then?

From your ma's?

You're my blood all right.

We're in trouble.

Pregnant?

Worse.

How much worse?

A lot.

I will tell him what we've done...

at some point.

We didn't know where else to go.

Well, you're as safe as houses here.

OK?

You can stay as long as you want.

Thanks.

You all right, James?

That becomes a bed.

Oh, what, like a fold-out?

Cool. No, just it becomes a bed if you sleep on it.

I'm through the back there

and the bathroom's in there.

Oh, it's so good to see you, girl.

Sleep tight.

He's all right.

He's actually, genuinely all right.

Leslie was pretty different.

James.

Yeah?

Do you want to throw knives with me?

What?

You've never thrown a knife before?

Uh, no.

Take your shirt off.

Ooh! Not bad.

Beginner's luck.

Yeah, right.

Want a beer?

Do you look after her, James?

Yeah.

Good.

That's very good.

She ever mention me?

Yeah.

And?

Does she...

love me, do you think?

Yeah.

I've never met someone like Leslie.

Not an adult.

He seemed like one, most of the time,

but it was like he was... missing parts.

What's she done to her hair?

Oh, God...

As you can see,

your children have seem to have committed another serious crime.

She's not doing anything, is she? It's...

It's him. He's the one with the fucking gun. Gwen!

Do you know where James may have got a gun from?

He never had a gun. He only ever had his knife.

What the hell is the matter with you?

It's his birthday tomorrow. He'll be 18.

18.

Here, look.

Look at him.

She killed herself, his mum.

She did it in front of him.

I hope you like these well done.

Well done as in, like, fucking cremated.

Dig in!

Thanks, Dad.

I love saying that.

Slainte.

Well, you should come out on my boat.

You've got a boat?

Not flashy. A little cruddy cabin, but she's cute.

Take us out this afternoon, if you want.

Cool.

I can't believe I've got a dad with a boat.

It basically means that I've got a boat.

Right, let's do it!

Leslie! Les!

What? Did you not see the note? I stuck it on your fridge.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Today? Like, now?

Can't you do it? No, I got to take dad to be bled.

All right, change of plan. We'll do the boat later, OK?

Why?

I've just got to do a bit of work from home.

You just chill out here, OK?

OK.

It would seem safe to assume they're headed to Alyssa's father,

Leslie Foley. He's got previous.

Nothing major. Cautions and suspended.

The local PCs, they checked him out when we identified Alyssa,

but he no longer lives at his given address.

But she thinks he still does.

So we move out there, and we wait for them to show up.

He's going to take us.

I know.

I think your dad's a drug dealer.

Cool.

But... What?

It seemed like Alyssa was deliberately missing the point.

Is this the best place for us to stay?

We killed a guy.

No way am I leaving yet.

Stop worrying.

He's going to look after us. We're totally safe here.

Oh!

We definitely weren't safe.

We have to find them before they do anything else.

Or we could let them carry on for a couple of days.

What? Well, he's 18 tomorrow.

That's proper prison, that is.

I'm joking.

He's just a kid.

No, he's not.

Go easy on these.

What? Nothing.

Well, they've got to get it from someone.

It's completely ethical.

That's the beauty of it.

Everything's locally sourced.

Organic.

No gang war for that bullshit.

No women swallowing condoms.

No kids getting hurt.

This world, man.

"Hey kids, don't do drugs,

"but do nag your mum to buy you a phone,

"hewn from the sweat and tears of a modern slave."

You understand me, don't you, girl?

Yeah.

Got to fight the system. Got to, kiddo.

Because we live in properly fucked up times.

Don't you forget that.