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Previously onFive Bedrooms...

If you think you can
have a casual fling

with your ex-husband,
you're delusional.

You're the one who's
having an open relationship

when it clearly makes
you uncomfortable.

- Are you alright?

- Get Heather.
- Call Lachlan.

Ainsley, we just have to do
some work on your daughter.

It's OK.

Ainsley, I'm so sorry.

It became my job to
share the news with everyone.

Did they say what the
cause of death was?

They just said "placental
insufficiency".

All they really know is that
the baby's heart stopped.

It made sense for it to be me.

I've done it enough to know

that everyone responds
in their own way.

Well, she'll have to try again.

What are you doing?

She'll need different
kind of food now.

The most difficult
thing for a body to do

is bring life into this world.

The key is persistence.

Well, Ainsley's grieving right
now, Mum. I don't think she's...

She'll be more fertile
straight after pregnancy.

You know she's also single?

There were those who
poured their emotion

into complaint letters.

I've just softened
this line here.

Which one?

"I would honestly expect a
better standard of nursing care"

"in North Korea."

That wasthe soft version. I
started with "Siberian gulag".

Well, I just worry the tone
might be counterproductive.

The tone is an essential
part of the argument.

Wh... Maybe Liz is a better
person to advise on this.

Some people offered
almost too much.

A couple of things need
to go in the fridge ASAP.

OK. Sure.

Er, just the prosciutto
and the cheeses and the

chocolate-covered raspberries.

Dammit!

- Sorry.
- It's OK.

I swore I wouldn't.

I've been sitting out in the
bloody car for 40 minutes

'cause I knew I w...

Anyway, I... I...

I don't want to make
this about me, so...

Obviously, don't put the
artisan bread in the fridge,

'cause it won't
taste the same cold.

OK.

But the most troubling response
came from my boyfriend,

or, should I say,
lack of response.

Hey. It's me... again.

I'm just calling to confirm

you got my voice
messages about Ains.

I'm really sorry to leave
all that in a message, but

well, it's been two days, Xav.

I really thought you
might have called by now.

So, please, just...
call me back.

Uh...

Harry.

- How are you all holding up?
- Fine.

- Liz home?
- I'm not sure.

Stuart.

Hey.
- Hi.

Uh... not staying. Just
thought I'd bring this around.

Aww!

Oh, we've had so many
food drops, but...

Yeah, I figured as much. That's
why I went with the booze.

- You didn't need to do that.
- Well...

Thanks for stopping by.

Actually, there's a
load more in the car.

- Oh, I can give you a hand.
- Yeah. That'd be great.

I can give you a
tour if you like.

- Oh, I don't want to intrude.
- Well, it's no trouble.

But the strangest reaction
by far belonged to Simmo.

Ben, you need to speak to
him. This has got to stop.

Look, mate, apparently the
last thing he said to Ains was,

"Don't worry about the
nursery. I'll get it done."

Well, her circumstances have
changed quite profoundly.

He does understand that?

Yeah, he does, mate,
but this is how he gets.

You cannot get
through to him at all.

There is no phone
coverage on Planet Sim.

Heather was adamant.

She can't come home to
a construction site.

Should I try and talk to him?

Or... we could just
help him finish it.

You do realise she'll be
home this time tomorrow?

Look, the
floorboards are done.

The doors are coming off.
So, really, it's just...

All four walls, the ceiling -
every surface bar the floor?

And plasterboards
and painting. Yeah.

What, in 24 hours?

Well, could you get
Xavier to pitch in?

Get him on the tools, mate.

I could lend a hand
if that would help.

I don't think so...

You've done a bit of
building work, have you?

Yeah, I've knocked up a
few pergolas in my time.

There you go.
- When? Name one pergola.

Did some landscaping at uni.

- When?
- Over the summer.

You were drunk from
November to February.

It doesn't even matter. If you can
spare the time, mate, we'll take it.

Yeah. Happy to help.

Heather was very
clear in her instructions.

Just pack up the equipment
and lock the doors.

Yeah, but it'd be so
much worse, wouldn't it?

If it was just locked
up... sitting there.

Take it up with Heather.

That is fucking idiotic.
Why would he do that?!

Maybe it's... Simmo's
way of processing things.

Yeah, well, unless Simmo's
grown a baby and lost it lately,

his processes are not
my first priority.

- Sorry.
- Maybe it'd be helpful.

Like, for Ains.

How exactly?

Might help her just to...
you know, absorb it.

Yeah, it might also be the most
painful thing she could possibly see.

Well, can you check in with
her? See where she's at?

I am not making her think
about the nursery right now.

The only thing Ains and I are
discussing with any confidence is food.

Surely it would be
worse if she gets home

and it's just, you know,
sitting there unfinished.

You know, if she doesn't
want to set foot in there,

it's... it's fine,
she doesn't have to.

Just... keep it
bare. No furniture.

Yeah, well, what about,
like, a chair or something?

Well, it'd better be
fucking comfortable.

And so help me God, if you
fuck up your shoulder again...

I love you too.

Heath?

Can I have the muffin?

The fruit cup?

Any particular clothes
you want Liz to bring in?

Just whatever.

How are you feeling
about coming home?

Part of me can't wait.

But once I leave here, it's...

I won't miss the noise.

I'll make sure the house
is quiet and empty.

No, I want the
others to be there.

I just want to be
around people who

don't look at me like I'm the
lady who just lost her baby.

Here he is.
- Ah. Yeah.

Um, the clean ones were on top
of the dresser, right? 'Cause...

Yeah, yeah. They've
been through the wash.

- It's just how they smell.
- Right.

Now, would you call yourself
more of a plasterboard man

or a stencil man?

I am what you would
call an all-rounder.

My specialty being picking stuff up
and putting it down somewhere else.

Righto. You're with me.

Mate, you may as well chuck that
on. You're the same size as me.

Oh, this is
bringing back some memories.

Yeah, well, you know, a
long way back, but yeah.

Nah, it's fine. It's fine.

Sorry, is it really
appropriate for him to be here?

I don't know what the situation
is with the two of you.

I just... I don't think this
is the time or place for it.

I think this is an
all-hands-on-deck situation.

And I guess Stuart's uniquely
qualified in that he's here.

Where's Xavier?

I, uh... I told him not to come.

What, so you've spoken to him?

Yeah. I have, actually. And
he's been incredibly supportive.

He actually offered to take
the day off just to be here,

but I just... I thought we should
just keep it in the family.

Harry, I know how
you feel about Stuart

and I know you think
you're protecting me,

but this situation's
bigger than anything

either of our boyfriends are
or aren't doing right now.

Well, I agree.

- Good.
- Yeah, great.

Alright, well, I'm gonna do a
clothes drop at the hospital,

so why don't you
help the guys out

and just try and
keep an open mind?

OK.

I should have been
100% focused on Ainsley.

I wasn't.

Hey, this is
Xavier. Leave a message.

Yeah, I'm just not sure of your
use of the term "chin man".

I don't know his name.

Could you not refer to
him as a staff member?

I was trying to be specific.

OK, I just think it undermines
your argument a bit.

And you shouldn't, because it's
a really impressive letter.

I suppose "twat face"
is out too, is it?

Heather, I'm clearly trying
to pay you a compliment.

Well, you know better than that.

How long is it since
you've had some fresh air?

Have you ever thought of
writing about nursing practice?

No.

Yeah, well, maybe you should.

No-one
wants my memoir, Liz.

No, I meant writing actual
nursing guidelines, policy.

Seriously.

You know, beneath
all the profanity,

you are very...
articulate and practical.

- I'm not qualified.
- You don't know that.

Even if you had to go
back to uni for a while.

- Well, that's not happening.
- Why not?

- I can think of nothing worse.
- Seriously?

God, I'd do my master's in a
heartbeat if I could afford it.

I'd be surrounded by thousands of Timmys
and Louies. I just got away from them.

I think you'd find it's a
very broad spectrum of people

that do advanced
degrees, Heather.

It's very diverse.

Maybe this is what it's all
been building towards for you.

You know, all the setbacks.

For you, Liz, clearly,
setbacks lead to glory.

For me, a setback leads
to another setback,

a trip-up and a fall down,

and followed by some
version of death.

What can I get for you, mate?

I was just wondering if I could
speak to Xav if he's around.

Nah, sorry. He's had a few days
off. Um, he's back in this arvo.

I could pass on a message.

Hey. This is
Xavier. Leave a message.

Well, thanks
for getting back to me!

It's great to know

that you are so completely
fucking useless in a crisis.

Even Stuart's shown you
up, Liz's ex-husband,

and you know what, he doesn't
give a shit about anyone, so...

Sorry, I'm just
attacking you now.

Sorry, I'm... I'm standing down.

I should have left
it there. I'd made my point.

But no. I was just
getting started.

Hey, this is
Xavier. Leave a message.

Now I feel pathetic for apologising.
I'm not the one in the wrong here.

You know what I was thinking while
I was making excuses for you?

I was actually thinking...

Hey.

Hi. Where are
you? Xavier's here.

What?! Wh...

- When did he get there?
- Well, he was here when I got back.

I think he's
bonding with Stuart.

Well... how angry does he look,
on a scale of one to... 40?

Well, he looks... fine.

Actually, he was really lovely.

He opened up with an
apology about the other day.

- So I was just...
- Can you see his phone?

- What?
- Can you see Xavier's phone?

Is that some kind of metaphor?

No, no, his actual phone.

It might be in his
back pocket or...

Oh, it's on the bench.

Can you please just,
um... hide it or stash it

- or something till I get back?
- Why?

I might have let loose some
emotion on his message bank.

- What?
- I'm coming back now. Please, just...

I don't understand the mission,

but I will do my
best to execute it.

Thank you.

Hey, you.

- Oh! Hello, handsome.
- You right?

Um, this looks odd. And it is.

But not really.

I've been at war with the boys

about the quality
of their music,

and I remembered
that you had that...

Remember you had that
playlist? When was it?

When we were, um...
stalking Ben's brother or...

- Oh, yeah. Yeah, that was fun.

I can find it for you
if... if you want.

Cheers.

Oh, shit. Harry's been calling.

- No, no, no, no.
- What?

Uh, those are just... that's
him saying that he's on his way.

What's going on?

Harry might be the best
person to explain... that.

Can I just ask you not to
listen to the messages?

Until Harry's had a...
had a chance to... um...

- Xavier.
- Manju.

- Please, can you get this for me?
- Yeah.

Who's this?

Oh. Hi, Manju. Um, this is, um

this is Stuart
Wendell, my ex-husband.

Mmm. Hello.

Lovely to meet you, Mrs Sethi.

I have been hearing amazing
things about you for a decade.

My son speaks very
poorly of you.

Uh, Xavier, can you clear
the fridge a bit, please?

- Yeah, of course.
- Yeah. This too.

Well, it really is a
testament to you as a mother,

the man he is today.

- I'm sure it took an army.
It was just me.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Um... I'm so sorry.

Not only did I fail to
execute the mission,

I may have inadvertently
blown your cover

and... alerted the target.

- What? What did you...
- So, so sorry.

This about these messages?

I'm sorry. I'm probably
overreacting, but yes.

Um... I was just
emotional and exhausted.

And, you know, we've
all been having

really weird reactions
to everything,

and I think I had a brain snap.

There's just really no point
listening to any of them.

OK.

OK?

Yeah. I won't listen to the
messages if you don't want me to.

Thank you.

Would you mind
just... deleting them?

Are they that bad?

No. No. No, they're
really, um...

They're pretty bad.

You have
three new messages.

- Yeah, so just hit 'delete'.

Well, thanks for
getting back to me.

It's great to know

that you are so completely
fucking useless in a crisis...

I was just, you know,
exhausted and emotional,

and I don't even remember
leaving those messages.

Um, but, yeah, it just gets kind of
more and more irrational from here,

so, really, really,
just delete them.

That wasn't so bad.

Yeah, and it's just more of the
same from here, so... so just...

You know what? I feel pathetic
for apologising now...

OK, can you just...

Whoop! No, no. No,
no. I want to listen.

Know what I was thinking while
I was making excuses for you?

I was thinking I've
got no fucking clue

what you're doing or
who you're doing it to.

I actually thought you were
having sex with someone else.

Because you could have been,
OK? That's where I've been.

There's more. I think...
Please... Please.

During this moment of
horrendous personal loss,

all I could think
about is you having sex

with one of the other
men you like to fuck.

Or several of them!

Could have been an
orgy. How would I know?!

So... thanks for that!

You have no new messages.

Yeah.

Well, I was working.

OK. Well, I went to the
bar and you weren't there.

You went to the bar?

Yeah, and the bartender told me
that you had been off for days.

OK, Harry, just because I'm not
physically working behind the bar

doesn't mean I'm not working.

I have to do the roster. I
have to organise payroll...

OK, well, it had been two days.

I mean, you could have
just sent a message.

Yeah, well, I

I thought it would be
best to show up in person.

I'm sorry. I-I genuinely
thought something might...

Yeah, Harry, the deal has
always been clear with us.

We're always up front.

So why the hell would you
jump to this conclusion?

Oh, come on, are you
really that surprised

that I thought you were
having sex with someone else,

when you do in fact
take enormous pride

in having sex with other people?

Uh...

I must go. Lamb. I've got...
lamb in the slow cooker.

Fuck.

Mum! Please don't pay attention
to anything you just heard.

- I was just lashing out.
- Ha!

It's really nothing
to pay attention to...

I have one question.

- Is Xavier seeing other men?
- No. No, no, no.

I thought he might have been,
but I was just confused.

I was...

You don't need to
worry about that.

Well, that's a
ridiculous thing to say!

Can I please just try and explain
what was going on in my head?

- Uh, not right now, Harry.
- I was just boiling over and...

OK, look, sorry, I actually
have to go to work.

OK. Can I call you later?

Yeah... nah, how about we
just leave it for tonight?

- On the plus side...
- What?!

When I started that, I thought
I'd think of something. Sorry.

I'll give you some space.

The only thing that felt
right was to focus on Ainsley.

- Out on that deck. Can you grab the box right next to it?
- Yeah.

If I stood still
for even a moment,

I'd slip back into shitty
thought loops about Xavier.

Harry, I-I know it feels bad,

but you and Xavier are
gonna get through this.

I'm not in the mood for relationship
advice from you right now.

Harry, obviously I don't
know the whole story,

and I only spoke to
Xavier for a few minutes,

but it is pretty clear that
he's very much in love with you.

And, look, a blow-up like that
is just par for the course

when it comes to
long-term relationships.

I mean, just look at Liz and I.

I think that's probably enough.

I think it's just
a clear sign of how much...

- Make it stop.
- ..feeling between...

We had no idea if all this work

would console Ainsley
or horrify her,

but Simmo was moving
with so much certainty,

we all just fell
into step with him.

Have you blokes got
a business card?

Mate, no. No
business. Just mates.

You know, many people say you shouldn't go
into business with your mates, but I disagree.

I recently have.
It's been great.

In fact, we might have some
building work coming up

if you're interested.

Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.

Just make sure he
pays you up front.

Fair enough.

You don't reckon I've gone
too far with the stencilling?

Nah, mate. It's
pretty subtle stuff.

Yeah, but... does it make
it feel like a nursery?

I don't know.

Yeah, neither do I.

My gut said just do it because
that's what she wanted,

but that was my 3am gut.

My dawn gut

It's not on board.

- I'm painting over it.
- Hey? Mate, there's no time.

- Well, it'll only take an hour.
- But she'll be home by then.

Just go have a snooze,
grab a shower or something.

Uh, no, I'm... I'll head off.

You don't have to.

You're basically one of us
now. You're part of the clan.

Yeah, I'm not, mate.

You sure you don't want to
stick around just to say g'day?

Yeah, not today.

You should only
need this for a week.

And then Panadol should be fine.

OK.

Your breasts might start
showing signs of producing milk.

They might become
tender, swollen or leak.

If it becomes uncomfortable,
express a tiny bit.

OK? The least bit possible.
We don't want to trigger more.

Do you have any other questions?

Nup. Uh-uh.

You want a hand to pack up?

No. Unless there's any hurry.

No. No hurry at all.

Anything you want me to tell
them before you get home?

Any special... treats or...?

No, I just want a couch and

comfort food and old movies
and just a normal day at home.

OK.

Well, how's your back?

- Yep, it's good.
- Hmm.

Just, you seem a
bit wonky, bent.

Are you gonna stay here tonight?

I want to see how
Ainsley's faring.

Yeah, of course.

Uh, that's for you. But,
um... don't open it now.

- What is it?
- Uh, just when you're ready.

No, don't... Don't...

It's a start.

It's... it's $65,000.

This is specifically why
I said do not open it now.

OK, who gives someone
a cheque for $65k

and just says, "It's a start"?

It was supposed to be... a
moment for you to process alone.

If I cash this, am I gonna
get chased down by ASIO?

No. It's...

It's your money.

I always said

two weeks on the
ground in London,

I can turn things around.

Uh... well, it was more
like... two years, obviously,

but I got there.

Well, I'm getting
there, with Nick's help.

You live in a garage.

That's because everything I have

is going back to paying
the government and

now you.

Look, don't think about it too
much. You've been up all night.

You've got other
things to worry about.

Call me later.

You ready?

No.

They're on approach. They're
here. Hey, you right?

I really don't think Ains
should see me in this state.

Just... put a hat on. We just
have to pretend to be normal.

- For an hour.
- You can do it, mate. Come on.

Hey, guys.

Hey!

Hey.

Hey. Can I hug you?

Actually, no,
maybe not just yet.

Would you like a tea?

Yeah, you want something to eat?

I might just
pop the kettle on.

We've got some comfort
zones set up around the house,

but don't feel any
pressure to use them.

Are you alright?

- Yeah.
- Not really.

Uh, we're just a
touch sleep-deprived.

You seem kind of wired.

We stayed up all night
finishing Evie's room.

Yeah, oh... it's just

bloody Simmo had it in his head.

It's... it's hard to explain.

We just didn't want you coming
home to a construction site.

You don't have to see it.

Hey, absolutely no
expectation, Ains.

We just, um, wanted
you to have the option.

Yeah, I don't think I
can go in there. Sorry.

Don't apologise. It's fine.

No-one expects you to.

Why don't you head
up and have a shower

and I'll pick a movie
for tonight, hey?

- Are you making teas?
- Yeah.

- Do you want a coffee, mate?
- No, I'll have a tea.

And we've compiled
a list of '90s romcoms.

There's Deliveroo, Menulog...

I really appreciate
all of this, but I just

want normal.

Ains?
Thank you.

So, please just stop fussing

and hit me with
all of your shit.

Well, there's not a
lot to report, really.

I suppose, given what
you've been through...

Obviously, no-one's going
to out-tragedy me right now,

but I want to see a
fight for second place.

Harry?

What?

She's looking for trauma. You're
in pole position right now.

OK. Uh... a quick summary. Um...

I lied to Liz,

I left three abusive
messages for Xavier,

and I'm pretty sure I've blown
up my entire relationship.

What did you say?

Uh, mostly accusations of, uh,
spiritual and sexual betrayal.

And then
to top it all off,

I unwittingly repeated
all of these accusations

in front of my mother.

- Oh, my God.

Yeah, you know what, look,
uh, yeah, solid effort,

but I reckon I'll
still give you a run.

Alright. Good luck.

Let's just, uh, set the scene.

I'm a woman over 50, unemployed.

I haven't slept in a week.

And I've got a yeast infection.

Liz wanders in, tells me I could
have a future in nursing policy.

Nuh. Haz is killing it.

Heather, I meant it. That was
a constructive suggestion.

Yeah, yeah, right. The
problem was I believed you.

So I looked into it, and you
know what? I got excited.

I found out it's two
years' full-time study

and 50 grand I haven't got.

I reckon we could get it.

How? You gonna sell your
luxury car collection?

We're both unemployed.

It'd take a bit of thinking,
but we could do it.

Sorry, Heath, I'm feeling pretty
comfortably in the lead right now.

Yep. Pathetic. Ben?

Hey? Uh...

I've got nothing. Sorry.

You've lost half the
function of your shoulder.

- Yeah, but...
- Your entire career is built on those shoulders!

You've got no income

and you've got an
enormous tax bill!

Nah, nah, apart from that,
though, I can't complain.

He's not even tr... Seriously,
he's not even trying.

Liz.

- My money's on you.
- Me?

Mmm. You've got strong form.

And you are professionally
trained to talk up grievances.

I reckon Liz
is pretty sweet.

She's getting a little
bit of Stuey action.

- What?!
- No, I'm not really.

A man doesn't stay up all
night on the tools for nothing.

Oh, well, I mean, I'm... not
sure that it qualifies as trauma.

Are you sure?

It might not be
traumatic, but I want to hear.

Have you gone beyond
casual sex in the garage?

- Very much so.
Oh, not really.

Well, I mean, there's

there's been no

pants-off action
beyond the garage.

And I can assure you all the
internal conflict and confusion

is still very much there.

I mean, you know,
these pants come off

a lot more easily
than this heart opens.

- Either way, he's a top bloke.

Who can't hammer a
nail to save his life.

- Sorry. It's...
- No, no, take it.

I'm gonna be interrogating
Liz for hours anyway.

Hey.

- Harry.
- I'm so glad you called.

I just... ..it's all
been repeating on me, and I'm

I'm honestly mortified
and I'm so sorry...

No, Harry, have you
heard from your mum?

No. Why?

Uh, maybe you should
go drop in on her.

Why?

Marty's been calling saying

she's gone into some kind
of a fugue cooking state.

What?

Apparently she's been in
the kitchen all night.

And she's locked Marty
out, broken up with him.

I mean, I think she might be
having some kind of breakdown.

OK.

Xav, just quickly, I
know now isn't the time,

but can you please just
tell me, are we OK?

Look, Harry, look, I'm
at work at the moment.

I can't talk, OK? Just
look after your mum.

Sorry, mate.
- Is she still cooking?

Yeah, yeah.

At one point, she was
crying uncontrollably,

baking, sautéing and deep-frying
all at the same time.

It was hard to know what
was upsetting her the most.

There was a lot of
talk about Ainsley

and about you and Xav having a
free-spirited attitude to fidelity.

Right.

I thought it might help

to explain my own journey
through polygamy in the '70s.

- Right.
- That wasn't the case.

Twogentlemen, she
appeared to understand,

but when we added in
a third player, it...

Marty, why don't you,
uh, go and get some rest?

- I can take it from here.
- Course.

Uh, just for your own safety,

I would avoid the terms
'sandwich' and 'rotisserie'.

We really got our
wires crossed there.

Thanks, Marty.

Mum? It's just me.

I just want to cook. I don't
want any company, Harpreet.

Why didn't you tell
me about the money earlier?

Because I couldn't risk it.

I couldn't come to you
with plans or promises

until it was in the bank.

Your bank.

Liz, I can't erase
the last two years,

but at least now... you can
think about what's next.

You don't have to
be a receptionist.

You don't have to
live in a sharehouse.

- I like both those things.
- Yes, I know.

But at least now
you have options.

And if I haven't
been clear enough

one of those options
is absolutely me.

Let this cool here and I'll
start with the kaali daal.

Mum, you've already
made more than enough.

Ha! There's five of you.

And Benjamin will
eat Ainsley's share.

I really just think the best
thing you could do right now

is get some rest.

I can assure you, Harpreet,

Ainsley will not want to do
any cooking or any cleaning.

Well, she won't have to, Mum.

I did not stop.

I kept going. There
was no-one else.

What?

I...

I tried many times before
I had you, Harpreet.

And many times after that.

You remember your father could
not take you for the cricket

on Boxing Day?

After that, I could
not try again.

Your father was very strong.

I wasn't.

You are the strongest
person I know, Mum.

I wanted to give you so much.

But I have failed.

What?

I poured all my love into
you, but... it was not enough.

My only son is not happy.

What? I am happy, Mum.

You're not.

Not all the time,
no, but... I'm still

figuring out what makes
me happy, you know?

But I have... love
and... I have friends.

And I have you.

Start stirring that and
I'll start with the paneer.

Just eat it. Eat it.

That's all you're getting.

Simmo's tent's gone.

Yeah, because he finished
the nur... the back room.

He packed up this morning.

Of course.

Course.

Shit!

Simmo wrote a note for her.

- Don't worry about it now.
- No, no!

He wanted me to put it in there.

"Ains, please don't feel any
obligation to be in here."

"If you don't like it"

"I'll just knock it down. Sim."

Simmo left this for you.

Sing out if you need anything.

Hey.
- Hey.

How is she?

Ains or Mum?

Uh... both.

Fine.

Hey, look, I know you wanted
to leave it for tonight,

but there's no way
I'm gonna sleep,

so if you're not
too angry to talk...

I'm not
angry at you, Harry.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Actually, I'm glad
you poured it all out.

I think I was just striking out.

You know, people react to
grief in different ways, and...

Yeah, I know you've been
uncomfortable for a while.

I've been wanting
to bring it up.

What do you mean?

I can see how your mind races.

You know, and it's possible

that we're not in the
same place right now.

Which is fine. I mean,
that's no-one's fault.

Are you... breaking up with me?

No. No, I'm not. But
the way we are now

Harry, I can see it's
unpicking you somehow,

and I do not want
to do that, OK?

Because you are beautiful.

So, can we go back to
just the two of us?

Yeah, I'm not sure
that's the answer.

But that's what we said.

What?

The night you first
said you loved me,

you said, "Harry, you
don't have to do this."

You said you'd be open to
a monogamous relationship.

OK. And you said
you wanted to try.

Yeah. And I... I did.

But if it didn't work,
I had freak-out passes.

- Two, or maybe it was three...
- Harry, Harry.

Harry, that was months
ago. Things change.

This entire relationship
has been on your terms.

100%. And now that I want to try it on
my terms, you won't even consider it?

No, that's not fair. You're not the
only one who's made concessions.

What concessions
have you made?

I've pretty much been in a
relationship with five people.

What? My housemates?

If you've stopped loving
me, just say that.

It might actually
help me to hear it.

Because I still love you.

I just don't want
to hurt you anymore.

Xavier dumped me. Doesn't
love me. Couldn't even say it!

You were right. Your fucking
boyfriend is better than mine.

Now, get the gin...

Uh, Harry,
it's... it's Stu.

Erm... Liz is just
in the bathroom.

Uh... is everything OK? Do
you want to come over here?

We're both up.

Next time onFive Bedrooms...

I have been accepted to
do my master's of law.

God, for a second, I thought
you were gonna tell me

you were running away
with Stuart or something.

And I'm very mindful of the fact
that this impacts all of you,

particularly as I'll
need to find somebody

- to rent out my room.
- What?!

We have four
candidates coming through,

all drawn from our
own social networks.

We're all thinking it.

The way you're leaving
feels abrupt and unfair.

You admitted it to
Harry. It's all Stuart.

I made this decision
on my own terms.

Did you?