The story of two brothers, Steven and Barry, whose father died, aged 35, 12 years earlier, the legacies of abuse and alcoholism that have resulted are shockingly and disturbingly laid bare. Steven runs a successful business in east London. He is sharp and dapper, but his cheek muscles are so tight you fear they might ping like overstretched elastic bands. You wonder how he ever managed to get his wife Debbie pregnant, because when he holds her, he does it at a distance and pats her like a dog. He cannot meet the eye of his younger brother, Barry, who is falling apart, and when he visits his widowed mum Liz, there are spectres in the room along with the cosy tinkle of tea cups.