The Weatherman

Don’t know where I stand with the weatherman these days. One day it’s all warm and breezy and the next old Jack Frost comes to take the skin off your back.

A twelve year old Romanian girl is trafficked into London. Her captor, a city landlord known as Dollar, entrusts her to the care of his tenants O'Rourke and Beezer; a pair of down-and-out bachelors sharing lodgings in the East End. But with no reliable details of the girl’s past, vague speculation as to the reason for her arrival and no common language with which to communicate, for how long and at what price can the involvement of her new guardians be bought?

Eugene O'Hare’s debut black comedy shines a light on complicity, power and the secrets and lies woven behind closed doors and examines the no go lines that are crossed when it’s too dangerous to run away.