All language subtitles for Cold Feet - 08x03 - Episode 3.mSD.English.orig.Addic7ed.com

Well, if you ask me, mate,

I'd say you're worrying over nothing.

I haven't told you what happened yet.

Oh, sorry. Force of
habit. What happened?

Well... Hey. I made
you... What are you doing?

Eh? Oh. Nothing, just
going over some uni notes.

Got a big presentation this morning. Aw.

Right, so... I made
you breakfast in bed.

- Yummy.
- Hmm.

♪ Trouble on my left ♪
♪ Trouble on my right ♪

♪ I've been facing trouble ♪
♪ Almost all my life... ♪

Well, if you ask me, mate, I'd
say you're worrying over nothing.

Too small.

You don't think it's a bit weird?

You know, like, she's
hiding something from me?

Something that she
doesn't want me to see.

Oh, well, of course she is.

Complicated, academic cerebral
stuff you wouldn't understand.

She's probably trying
to spur your feelings.

Matt, come here.

Oi. I've got a degree too, you know?

- Mmm. Yummy.
- Hmm.

♪ Got so much to lose ♪

♪ God don't let me lose my mind... ♪

I still don't see why we
couldn't have bought two tents.

Why do we need two tents?

Loads of room in this bad
boy. We'll have a right laugh.

Yeah, I know. It's just...

You do realise there's gonna
be girls at this festival.

Well, this trip is all about you and me.

I've got absolutely no
intention whatsoever...

- You were talking
about you, eh? - Mm-hm.

Oh. All right, well, we'll just
come up with a signal for you, then.

- A signal.
- Yeah, we used to use it all the time when we were students.

If any of us ever wanted to
have company back at the flat,

we would erm... I dunno erm...
hang a tie on the door handle.

- A tie?
- Yeah.

Not being funny or anything, Dad,

I didn't plan on getting
off with a bank manager.

Oh. Erm, yeah, maybe you're right.

We'll go and swap this
one for two smaller ones.

No. No, no, it's fine.

One tent. Me and you.

- It'll be fun.
- Sure?

- Mm-hm. -
Good lad. Right.

Ooh. Thought you were upstairs revising.

Why would you think that?

You know, I have absolutely no idea.

Went out to get an outfit
for the festival, didn't I?

Don't worry, I paid for it
myself. With my own money.

I was more worried about

how you'd fit an entire
outfit into such a small bag.

♪ An emptiness I can't describe ♪

♪ Emptiness, it fills my mind♪

♪ And I can't get out ♪
♪ Cos I can't decide ♪

♪ If it's what I want ♪

♪ To run or to hide ♪

♪ We've been through this ♪
♪ A thousand times ♪

♪ And I get to a point ♪
♪ Where I feel just fine ♪

♪ And I lose it all ♪
♪ And I enjoy the ride ♪

♪ Cos there's somethingmissing ♪
♪ And I can't find... ♪

You've been here before, haven't ya?

Yes. Yes, I rather think I have.

- Enjoy your stay.
- Yeah.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ I don't know where I'm g ♪oing

♪ But I know it's with you... ♪

Thanks a lot.

- Hello again.
- Hello.

You've just had your
induction, haven't you?

I know. They spent the last half hour

delicately talking you
through the next six months.

My guess is you only
caught about 25% of it.

Should've brought a notebook.

How are you?

If that's not a stupid
question, which I know it is.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I've sat across from
that poster so many times,

it's become my mantra.

- Carpe diem.
- How have your family taken the news?

Oh.

I'm just waiting for the right moment.

- I see.
- It isn't easy.

My husband Pete, he's had a lot...

It just isn't easy.

That's all.

We're going to a music
festival tomorrow.

Our eldest, Adam, he's in
a band, they're playing.

- Oh, wow.
- He's dead excited.

- Nice.
- So...

If I say it, you know, out loud,

I'm gonna take all that away from them.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm just looking for more excuses

to keep putting it off.

Maybe I want tomorrow
to... pretend it's all OK.

One more day for all of us
to just have a laugh together.

I mean, when is the right time

to say something... like that?

"Hiya. Grub's up.

"Vegetable lasagne tonight. Oh,
by the way, I've got cancer."

Right time's when you're ready.

Charlie Sinclair?

You'll know when it comes.

Take care.

And you, Charlie.

Cheers.

Seize the day.

Chloe, get off.

- Why are we not using it?
- I will fix it.

Guys, can I say something? Just...

Hello. Can I... ? I
need to say something.

I... Wait, is that... ?

Vegetable lasagne, yeah.

I just need...

... to say that I'm so proud

and excited about the festival tomorrow.

We're all gonna have a blast.

Yeah, it's gonna be really good, yeah.

Mum is beyond weird sometimes.

Never mind.

- All right.
- Ellie? Adam's here.

You all right? Are we all right?

You mean am I still cross with you

for fake online grooming my daughter?

In my defence, it didn't work.

No more creepy old
men buying her clothes.

- Holy shite.
- Right, I'm ready.

Are we gonna go or what?

Is that one of the outfits the men... ?

No, she bought that charming
little ensemble herself.

Well, that shows it bloody worked.

Yes, Adam. What would I do without you?

So I'm forgiven?

You're on probation.

Forgiven.

Oh, buggering bollocks.

Excuse me, are you absolutely
sure that breakfast isn't included?

- No, I'm sorry.
- Right.

- So, guess what.
- What?

Ooh. Is that a new dress?

Eh? Oh. Yeah. Do you like it?

Yeah, you look lovely.
When did you get it?

Oh, a couple of days
ago. Anyway, guess what.

Ian and all my uni gang, they're coming.

- Isn't that lovely?
- Nice.

- What, your tutor's coming?
- Yeah.

Basically, I've just
tripled your audience, mate.

Let's hope I remember to
thank you at the BRITs.

They're here.

Right. Come on, rock stars. Let's go.

Aw. Try not to get too nervous,

just because your whole
future depends on it.

- Mum!
- What?

Come on, see us off.

Right, Adam. Shift these bags outside.

- See ya.
- Love ya.

- Bye, love.
- Wow, you look amazing.

Looking pretty hot
yourself there, girlfriend.

Thank you. Mum doesn't think so.

Oh. If you got it, flaunt
it. If I had it, I would.

Carpe diem.

- Come on.
- Right, let's get this show on the road!

Ooh, by the way, that book of yours...

read it in one sitting.

- Publish it. It's brilliant.
- Is it?

Oh, God, yeah. Yeah,
it's sexy, funny, moving.

Well, you're certainly
in the festival spirit.

- What is wrong with you?
- Oh, you know me.

Just worrying over nothing.

Seatbelts on. Off we go!

Oh, I stuck it in.

Let's go.

- Bye!
- Bye!

- Are we nearly there yet?
- No.

♪ Get on, get on, get on, get on ♪

♪ My groovy train... ♪

- Morning.
- Hello.

Oh, Jenny. Gosh, you
look... er, summery.

- Oi.
- Thanks, David.

Just saying she looks nice.

A man can't compliment
a woman on what she... ?

- What on Earth are you wearing?
- Leave it, David. Trust me.

- Just leave it.
- Where's Nikki?

Oh, Nikki. Er, well,
you see, the thing is...

Oh, God, he's blown it.

I haven't blown anything,
thank you very much.

Thank goodness for that
cos I was gonna say,

it'd be your turn to have
him on the sofa if he had.

I'd love that.

It's her sister.

She's got appendicitis, poor thing.

I did offer to go with her
but she wouldn't hear of it.

Yeah, well, you do have a
notoriously bad bedside manner.

Quite. Plus, she's already
paid for my luxury yurt.

Oh. Hopefully it's all set up.

'Best Day Of My Life'
by American Authors

♪ Woo, woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo ♪
♪ Woo ♪

♪ This is gonna be ♪
♪ The best day of my life ♪

♪ My li-i-i-i-i-i-i-ife... ♪

Oh. OK, everybody. Erm... here she is.

That's a marquis.

Mother of God.

Well, I suppose you
could all pitch up here...

in the grounds of my
estate, so to speak.

So, er, Pete and Jenny,
you can go in there.

Karen goes there. Matt,
you and I will go here.

Wait. Hang on. Who died
and made you our leader?

Right. Jen, you and me, we'll go...

- ... here.
- Er... Hmm.

Jen, where are you going?

- Come on, Matt, unload.
- What are you doing?

I'm going to the palace.
Is the king receiving?

You're kidding me.

Yeah. Now I'll show you
the basement swimming pool.

- Bloody Nora.
- Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?

A man could live here
almost permanently.

You've got a widescreen TV.

You've got a widescreen TV! Oh, no.

What? I'd rather hoped
it'd be stocked up.

Oh. I skipped... breakfast.

I mean, at these prices, you'd...

You'd expect it to be all-inclusive.

♪ Cos the best days of our lives ♪
♪ Are coming for us ♪

♪ Waiting to be realised ♪

♪ And it's not a surprise ♪

♪ The best days that we'll love... ♪

Oh. Any cash you've got on you,

keep it in your sock, not your pocket.

Voice of experience.

And don't buy anything off
anyone. No matter what they say.

You'll wind up spending 20
quid on a little white tablet

that turns out to be aspirin, trust me.

- I know.
- Right, right.

Also, if I'm crossing a busy road,
should I look both ways first or... ?

Too much?

I appreciate the effort, though.

- Is that a friend of yours?
- Hmm?

Oh, yeah. Goes to my school.

Oh. "Yeah. Goes to my school."

Really?

You do know Olivia's sat doing her... ?

Olivia's sat doing what?

Nothing. Just forget it.

There you go, guys. Thanks very much.

ã10 for a measly burger?

What is it, foie gras?

It's practically extorsion.

I've got ã8.76. No, sorry.

Help a brother out, will you?

- Are you having a laugh? Next.
- Hiya, mate.

Can I have a Burger-licious,
please, and a portion of fries?

There you are, mate. Enjoy yourself.

Oh. Homemade? How many for ã8.76?

- Are you police?
- Me? Heavens, no.

Don't worry, I'm sure that
street trading and pedlar laws

don't apply to temporary
locales like this.

Hmm.

Thank you. Oh.

Hello? Hiya.

Oh. Really?

Sounds bloody great.
Where exactly is it?

Oh. No, Ian. Don't be silly.

Course he doesn't suspect anything.

He even complimented me on
this new dress you bought me.

I know. He is so stupid.

Not all learned like you, Ian.

Dad?

OK. Yeah. See you in five.

- Dad.
- What?

I should really head off to the band.

Oh, yeah, you should. Yeah,
yeah. Go on. Go, go, go. Yeah.

Tell 'em I'll be along in a bit.

- I'm heading to the stage, Mum.
- Aw, see you there.

Jen. Who was that on the phone?

My new mates. They're doing
shots in the Graffiti tent.

Actually, I'm gonna head over there now.

Ooh, can I come? Please, can I come?

Yes, you can, young lady.

And give me some of
that glitter of yours.

Oh, Pete. Come and find us
when you're finished, will ya?

I'll be the one dancing on the podium,

pint glass on the end...

Graffiti tent, here we
come. Off to get a drink.

Now, invest your
profits. That's the key.

A little bit here, a little bit there.

Spread it out.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't put
it all in the same place.

- I hear you.
- Exactly. Minimise risk.

You gotta give yourself space to grow.

Well, I do most of it in the loft. Ta.

That's good. Starting from home. Hmm.

So, what are your overheads like?

I just shifted from fluorescent
to metal-halide, actually.

- Uh-huh. - Man, you really
know your stuff, don't ya?

I used to do this for a living.

I would give you my card

but I'm sort of between
jobs at the moment.

Actually, between rather
a lot of things, actually.

I feel you, bro. We've all been there.

- Cookies help, though, eh?
- They certainly fill a hole.

That's deep, man.

Really good chatting to you.

And good luck with it all.

- Hey.
- Oh. Gosh.

Oh, well, thank you.

♪ Pick it, pack it ♪
♪ Fire it up, come along ♪

♪ And take a hit from the bong ♪

♪ Put the blunt down ♪
♪ Just for a second ♪

♪ Don't get me wrong ♪
♪ It's not a new method ♪

- Go on, then.
- Go on what?

"Go on what." Go on.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Cheers, Dad.

Hi, you all right? Have you been in yet?

- All right, mate?
- Hello.

Have you noticed anything
strange about Jen lately?

- Like what?
- Oh, I dunno.

It looks like I'm losing
her to her new academic life

and I didn't even see it coming.

Maybe she's right, I should be
paying more attention to the family,

not some random canal jumper.

Maybe I've taken my eye off the ball.

Maybe I've become too complacent.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Maybe these are pointless questions

that you can pointlessly
torment yourself with tomorrow.

Today's about your son and the band

and being at the start
of something amazing.

Isn't it, eh?

Yeah.

Yes. You're damn right.

Right. I'm off to the sound check.

- Hey. We should get a reading.
- Hey?

- Oh, come on. It'll be fun.
- Oh, God. No.

You don't wanna worry about the future.

Living in the here and now.
That's what it's all about.

First round's on me.

Right. Come on.

Pens down. You're not
hiding out in here all day.

You do know when my exams are?

I do, yes. And I also know
you're allowed some down time.

Come on, your sister's
off enjoying herself

and she's barely done
any revision at all.

Did that argument sound
better in your head?

It did, yes, but come on,
the point still stands.

Fine. I was gonna stop anyway.

Good girl.

Er, can I help you?

No, I think I can help
you. Love Comes Slowly.

Tell me about it.

Seriously, Karen, who
brings a book to a festival?

- And a dirty one, at that.
- It's not dirty.

It's contemporary romance.
And what do you mean, help me?

Help me do what, exactly?

Well, follow your own advice.
Ditch the homework, have some fun.

Excuse me, what's that supposed to mean?

- Well...
- Where's Matt?

- What?
- Oh, I get it.

You've been dumped, haven't you?

Now you don't know what
to do with yourself.

Well, that makes two of us. Come
on. What do you say we team up,

get out there and I'll show you
what festivals are really all about?

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

- OK.
- What's that? Gimme, gimme.

That, Adam, is my festival hat.

Glasto '94? That's 25 years ago.

- Yeah, so?
- Festivals have changed somewhat.

When was the last time you were at one?

Sorry, what? Pardon?

Reading. Reading 1992!

Yeah, well, that'd make me a
whole two years closer to all this.

So how about I show you what
festivals are really about?

- Come on.
- Okey-doke.

- Jen, can you hear me?
- 'What?'

- Where are ya?
- I can't hear you.

- 'Where are you?'
- Graffiti tent.

- Jen?
- 'Hang on. Hang on.'

- Agh. Hello?
- I'm on my way to the band tent.

To be honest, I think it'd be nice if -

- 'What? I can't hear ya.'
- I said I'm on my way...

David?

What you doing?

- Ohhhh.
- ♪ When logic and proportion ♪

- ♪ Have fallen sloppy dead ♪
- I can see you.

♪ And the white knight ♪
♪ Is talking backwards... ♪

David? What you doing?

Right. Well, I'm heading off
to catch Adam's band rehearsal,

if you'd care to tag along.

- Ohhhh.
- In your own time, then.

- Hmm?
- ♪ Remember... ♪

Huh.

Do you see me or just a facsimile?

This is what you think
festivals are really all about?

- Shh.
- Absolutely.

You smile at me, I wink at you.

Youthful rebellion
and anger through art.

Sticking it to the man.

- What, this?
- Yeah.

Are these emoticons or emotional cons?

It's a poem about a mobile phone, Karen.

It is a metaphor.

I don't want you to go.

But I can't find my charger.

Shh.

Were we ever truly together?

- Terrible.
- I told you, it's different now.

I suppose 25 years is quite a long time.

- Karen and
Rachel? - Mm-hm.

- My Rachel?
- Not back then, she wasn't.

No, I suppose she wasn't.

I don't think she ever told
me she'd been to Glastonbury.

Ooh, yeah. You wouldn't
have caught either of us

sitting around reading a
book back then, trust me.

'What happens at the festival
stays at the festival.'

- Do tell. -
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. Sorry, Adam.

That weekend and the
following night in custody cell

will remain forever
between me... and my Rachel.

- Wow.
- Mmm.

Karen, what in the name of holy shite

is a silent disco?

This is hands down the
most ridiculous thing

I've ever seen in my life. Good-bye.

Oi. Where do you think you're going?

I thought we were going for
the whole festival experience.

- Really?
- Yes.

What, can't take the pace?

- Is that a challenge?
- You started it.

Wait, wait. What? What? Whoa.

♪ Uh-huh, make me tonight ♪

♪ If you liked it ♪

♪ Then you should've put a ring ♪
♪ On it ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, your hair is beautiful ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, tonight ♪

♪ Atomic ♪

Jenny? You OK?

Yes, I'm good. I am really good.

But we've been here way too long.

I say we head to the main
stage, get our dance on.

Yes!

Mmm.

- OK. Come on.
- Whoo!

Whoo! Absolutely perfect. Nailed it!

Right, let's try another one.

- Dad, I think we're good.
- Good? Hah.

You're off the Richter scale.
People won't know what's hit 'em.

No, I mean, I think we
can manage on our own.

- OK.
- Erm, Adam's dad?

- Hmm.
- Is your mate OK?

David?

- David?
- Bloody hell.

David? Mate.

- What's wrong with him?
- I have no idea.

- Heatstroke?
- I'm having a stroke?

- You're having a stroke?
- I'm having a what?

That was bloody great.

You know, it's good to unwind for once.

Oh, please. Since when
do you need to unwind?

Half your life's been one
long festival and you know it.

- Karen, that is...
- ... true.

I know. I was talking about you.

I mean, you know, you work,
you sleep, you work, you sleep

and somewhere in between all that,

you find time to worry about your kids,

worry about your
friends, worry about me.

Yeah, well, someone has to, don't they?

Well, I'm glad you did.

I needed that kick up the
arse you gave me, Karen.

I needed those therapy sessions.

Do you know the one
thing I've learnt from -

Oh, here we go. Four sessions
and he's bloody Sigmund Freud.

The one thing I have learnt is that

I spend most of my time
thinking about myself.

You spend most of yours
thinking about everybody but.

I do think about myself, believe me.

About whether I work too much,

worry about the children too much.

The fact that I'm 50,

divorced, single.

For all I know, this is
as good as it's gonna get.

I think about all of those things.

And?

And... well, I ask
myself, "Are you happy?"

To my amazement, I find myself saying,

"Yeah. Yeah. I am."

Jesus. 50 quid a pop, those
sessions are costing me

and I'm nowhere near that level.

Well, it's kind of more
of a week eight thing.

- You'll get there.
- Oh, week eight, OK.

- Hmm.
- Thanks, though.

For asking. Thanks.

- David?
- Can you hear me?

Oh, my God. David?

What's happened?

I don't know. He was
fine and then he just...

I think it's low blood sugar.
I've got medical training.

He said he skipped breakfast.

David, have you eaten anything?

Biscuits.

Hello?

What sort of biscuits? You
didn't buy them here, did you?

- Hello.
- Ah-hah.

I'm not medically trained like
you but my professional opinion...

he's tripping balls. Balls.

Yeah. We'll handle it from
here. Thanks very much.

A wee lie-down, that's
what you need, sonny.

Come on. Up you pop. That's it.
We'll get you back, that's it.

Pete, Pete, aren't you
supposed to be somewhere?

- Oh, yeah.
- Go on. We'll get him back to the yurt.

Oh, thanks, guys. See you there.

Who'd've thought it, eh?

David Marsden at a
festival off his tits.

Yeah, well, it's always the quiet ones.

Tits.

Oh, hi! Ian! Yay, you made it.

Oh, hey. Course I did.
I told you I would.

This is the best time ever.

- Love you.
- Oh. Uh. OK.

- Oh! I love you!
- OK.

- Dad. Dad.
- What?

- Is he OK?
- Oh, David. Yeah, yeah, he's fine.

It was just... something he ate.

- I've not missed it, have I?
- No, no.

- We're supposed to be on
next but - - Supposed to be?

Come on.

Come on! Come on!

One minute it's working, the next
- dead.

Without it we may as well
just be Mumford And Sons.

The fuse has blown, that's all.

Don't any of you lot
know how to change a plug?

- No.
- Wait here.

Have we missed it? No,
no, they're on next.

Oh, great.

Karen and Ad. Aw.

What have you done to her?

What have I done to HER?

She's unstoppable.

♪ Boom, shake-shake-shake the room ♪

♪ Boom, shake-shake-shake the room ♪

It's not my fault she's cooler than you.

This is better than revising, isn't it?

I can't believe you
two heckled that poet.

Oh, come on, he was a little bit shit.

He was very disappointing.

I'm just gonna go speak
to my dad, all right?

- Hey!
- Hey, all right, son. How are ya?

Good. Yeah. Great.

Can I give you a little fatherly advice?

I don't know. Can you?

Next time you hook up
with a girl at a gig,

maybe don't leave her
standing on her own.

She's fine. She's with her mates.

- And we're "hooking up" again after.
- Nice.

I kind of think we should
all be together for this one.

Don't you?

Yes, I do.

'The next band are really going places.

'Will you welcome them to the stage?'

Ahhhh!

♪ Let's have a party ♪

♪ Tell everybody ♪

♪ Have a party... ♪

- Oh, hey, Jenny! He's something else!
- I know. I know!

Three years' time, we'll
be backstage at Wembley.

Yes! Mate, this is just
the start of the journey.

Yeah!

She's overdone it.

I'll tell you something that's
changed since my glory days.

What's that?

Walking back to the
tent with a clear head.

- Where did you get that?
- I found it.

You're not gonna smoke it, are you?
Not after what happened to David.

Oh, he was happy.

He called me his sexy space
octopus when we were talking.

- Did he?
- Besides, it's only a wee thing.

Yeah. Yeah. Suppose it is.

So, what do you say?

One last shout-out to the
ghosts of festivals past?

♪ Ba, day, ba, wadla-die, day ♪

Oh, my God.

Is it just me or is that stuff
much stronger than it used to be?

It's just you.

- Do you know what we should do?
- What?

- We should do this every 20 years.
- Yeah.

Go to a festival, have
a dance, get stoned.

- Yeah.
- When we're 70.

When we're 90.

When we're 110.

Whoa. You really think
that when we're 110, we'll -

Still be alive? Oh, yeah, of course.

They'll have robotic hearts and stuff -

No, no, no, I was gonna say
friends. Will we still be friends?

Ohhhh.

I don't know.

Probably.

- Yeah.
- So that's our new tradition, then.

Every 20 years, in
sickness and in health,

me and you at a festival,
acting like a couple of idiots.

- Yeah.
- Deal.

What are we supposed to do with that?

You're supposed to link it.

It's a pinkie promise.

Pinkie what?

- It's a pinkie...
- Pinkie what?

Don't leave me hanging.

OK. Pinkie promise.

Sorry.

Jen? Jen, what? I can't
hear you. What's wrong?

OK, listen. Stay where you
are, OK? I'll come and find you.

It's Jen. She's drunk.

- Oh.
- I think she's lost. I better...

Yes, yes.

♪ Can't explain all the feelings ♪
♪ That you're making me feel ♪

♪ My heart's in overdrive ♪
♪ And you're behind the steering wheel ♪

♪ Touching you ♪

♪ Touching me ♪

♪ Touching you ♪
♪ Oh, you're touching me... ♪

Jen? Jenny?

What happened? What's wrong?

I've got cancer.

What?

Jesus, Jenny, I'm so sorry.

What kind? I mean...

Breast. I've got breast cancer.

OK. Does Pete know?

Nobody knows.

- Jesus, Jen, why didn't you tell us?
- I'm telling you now, aren't I?

Yeah. Yeah, you are.

Jenny, I'm gonna be there for you, OK?

- Every step of the way.
- Of course.

You're gonna be there for me.
Everybody's gonna be there for me.

But that doesn't change
anything, does it?

Doesn't change the fact
that my son, my baby, OK?

He was having the greatest
moment of his life back there

and all I could think
about was the fact that

I might never get to meet the
person he's about to become.

- Jen.
- Don't tell me that it's going to be all right.

You're all gonna tell me that
everything's gonna be all right.

Jenny, I don't know what to say.

Just say that...

Say that it's not gonna be all right.

Tell me the truth, Karen.

Just say that it's shit.

Come here.

I'm scared.

I'm scared.

Thought you'd be out
celebrating with the band.

Well, I was but I did a sly bunk.

Felt like it should be their
night, you know? What about you?

I was heading back to my tent but erm...

... it's engaged.

- How's Sergeant Pepper?
- Oh, the Maharishi?

He's all right.

Pete. Jen's crashed out in my tent.

- Oh, God.
- No, no, it's fine. Honestly, I don't mind.

I think it's best just to
let her sleep it off, OK?

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. Yeah.

I was gonna turn in anyway, I just
wanted you to know where she was.

- Thanks.
- See you in the morning.

Erm, Karen, I've...

I have... your hat.

- Night-night.
- Night. Thanks.

Ta.

Look, you're probably gonna say
I'm worrying over nothing again.

Maybe I am.

But there's this guy
from Jen's course -

You're worrying over
nothing again, Pete.

You've got the perfect
wife, the perfect family,

perfect home, perfect life.

Most people would be lucky to
have just one of those things.

Stop being such a twit.

I probably wouldn't
have used the word twit

but erm, basically, what he said.

'Just look at that fixed stare.'

♪ Where do we go from here? ♪

♪ Where do we go from here... ♪

You went for it last night. Bad head?

Not surprised.

Thanks.

So, that's us away, David.

Here! Hope everything works
out with Nikki's sister.

- Sorry? Oh, yes, yeah. I'm sure she'll be fine.
- Yeah.

Fun times, eh?

See you, Dad.

'Please enter your destination.'

Oh.

♪ Where do we go from here? ♪

♪ Where do we go from here? ♪

♪ How do we fly with no wings? ♪

♪ How do you breathe without dreams? ♪

♪ Where do we go from here? ♪

♪ From here ♪

♪ From here ♪

♪ From here ♪

♪ From here... ♪

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