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Why in God's name
would you invite Mason Elliot?

He does not invest.
He devours.

-Where's Michael?
-We broke up.

I'm not not pregnant.

-Can you feel that?
-Yes. Yes, I can.

Do you ever get tired
of people telling you

how much they love your food?

Never.

I forbid you
to go anywhere near that man.

Forbid me?

* Somewhere *

* Beyond the sea *

* Somewhere waiting for me *

* My lover stands
on golden sands *

* And watches the ships *

* That go sailing *

* Somewhere *

* Beyond the sea *

* She's there watching for me *

* If I could fly
like birds on high *

* Then straight to her arms
I'd go... *

Some say a culinary journey
like this is art.

Others just call it pretentious.

This is the best thing
I've eaten all year.

Now make it again...

...and make it better.

Marc Wilson,

heart as big as a bus,

using his brother's wedding as
an excuse to see an old flame.

Said he knew the perfect venue,
might get mates' rates.

I wish I could
dislike this man more.

-Hello, stranger.
-It's so good to see you.

Hi!

He's been talking about you
the whole way down.

I also talked about
the peacocks.

Please tell me
they're not still around.

You can't still be scared
of our peacocks, Marc.

-They can smell fear.
-Is that true?

Well, settle in,

and we'll leave you
in the capable hands

of our lovely assistant manager,
Teresa.

I have to persuade Gina
that our future

is spa-shaped.

Well, it seems
I've been promoted.

They might start
paying me soon.

Trust me --
See this place in the flesh,

and you'll fall in love too.

Cupid would have to find
nuclear weapons

to make me fall for
a failed restaurant

you want to turn into a spa.

People shuffling about
in toweling robes

eating gluten-free muesli,
cucumber on their eyes?

No, thanks.

Tell me this isn't happening.

How could he do this to me?

Oh, come on,
you can't take it personally.

You don't understand.
I...

Everybody seems to have
a man bun.

Or a trendy little
hipster beard.

Even the women!

Ah.

You bastard!

What's going on?!

The thing with Cornish bubbly,

it tastes amazing, but it needs
a catchy name like "cornsecco,"

or something less awful.

Do you mind if we have
a little bit of privacy here?

We're trying to spy on you.

Don't you dare open that
near me.

It'd be a lot easier for you
to snoop

if we all go inside.

This is where your guests
will eat too much,

drink too much, dance too hard.

We don't allow
the funky chicken.

-Right? You have been warned.

I'll show you what we've
got planned in the chapel.

But first I'm going to
need to know everything

about what Sam was like
at school.

Have you seen
the movie "Grease"?

Well, think of me
as Danny Zuko and her as Sandy.

That was basically it.

But instead of a hot rod,
I drove a Nissan Micra.

I've been
chasing this place forever!

We're all about
connecting with nature.

Ah!

So we have a mission statement.

"Service will be
perfectly choreographed,

dishes brought out
from the kitchen

and finished at the table
by the chefs themselves."

Mason Elliot, aren't you fancy.

Innovative, intricate cooking
to awaken the senses.

All with locally sourced food.

We're very much into foraging.

So was my old Jack Russell.

You've taken my dream
and turned it into a nightmare!

I'm sorry I've upset you.

I don't think sorry
quite cuts it!

It's sort of trendy, isn't it,
this place?

You know what happens
to trendy things, don't you?

They make a lot of money.

No, they go out of fashion.

It won't take long for people
to figure out

that your food is basic.

-Basic?
-Yeah.

This is art.

My dishes have been in my
family for, mm, six generations.

They're unique, bespoke,

take years to master.

I could make any one of
these dishes blindfolded

in 15 minutes.

I'd like to see you try.

I bet you would.

Your decor is giving me hives.

This is gonna be great for you.

This will finally put Chilstock
on Cornwall's culinary map.

We're already on the map.

We drew the map.

Come on.
We don't allow jitters.

It's not that.
It's...

Church is very important to us.

We've never...

You've saved yourselves?

Amazing.

Amazing.

And now you're bricking it?

What if I'm a huge letdown
to him?

He'll be stuck with me forever,

having disappointing Emily sex.

I was 16 my first time.

It lasted about 12 seconds.

The guy I was with cried --
actual tears.

The next few times
were somehow worse.

I thought sex
was the most overrated thing

since football.

And then I fell in love.

And it still only lasted
about 30 seconds.

But, you know what, sex isn't
about the physical act.

It's about the connection.

And you and Tony already
have that, so you'll be fine.

You'll be rock stars.

Do I play it cool
with Sammy,

or do I put it all out there
like a real man?

Be a man.
Be a caveman.

Throw her over your shoulder and
carry her off into the sunset.

All right,
don't take the piss.

Here, mate.
There's a good peacock.

What are you doing?!

Don't encourage it.

I just don't see why you
have to flirt with him.

I saw you
batting those eyelashes.

Maybe I like him.
Did you ever think of that?

Oh, please, tell me you haven't.

Well, just a little bit
of no-strings sex.

Probably no worse for you
than smoking.

He's a bastard.

I took my plans to him,
he refused to invest,

then bought the location
for himself.

Yes, and I told you
not to do that.

Swim with sharks,
you're gonna get bitten.

-I want you to end it.
-There's nothing to end.

Please! He's a shark.
You just said so yourself.

Fine!

I won't talk to him,

I won't go anywhere near him,

and I certainly won't dream
about him wrestling Ryan Gosling

in organic marmalade.

Happy?

Have you ever made a mistake
so big it makes your skin crawl?

Like not kissing you
at your party last year?

Marc, you're gonna
make me blush.

Sorry.

I know, it sounded
all manly and tough in my head.

But when it actually
came out of my mouth,

it just sounded
cheesy and awful.

Well, it made me smile.

And the mood I'm in,
that's quite an achievement.

Do you know
what I've started doing

to alleviate the stress
of work, of bills, of life?

-Ballroom dancing.
-Behave!

As if you have.

No!

No.

I'm not out of my bad mood yet.

Stop trying to cheer me up.

Do you remember breaking into
that leisure center in '94?

All too well.

Don't you dare try
and skinny-dip in my pool.

You wouldn't.

Yeah, you're right.
I wouldn't.

-Whoo-hoo!

Just arrived.
From Mason Elliot.

-Thanks.
-Thanks.

-Oh!
-Oh!

I can't believe he's opening
down the road.

He's like the Bowie
of our industry.

He's not like Bowie.

He's not even
like Cliff Richard.

He's just a very clever man
with good hair

and rather dreamy eyes.

-Hmm.
-Oh.

We should call the RSPCA.
This is cruelty to insects.

-Can I go, then?
-No, you may not.

Who's gonna cover for me here?

Why is he inviting you anyway?

Thanks, Gina!

Maybe out of respect
for a local chef.

Whoo-hoo!

You're a bad influence on me.

I'm not supposed to
be having fun.

Three words.
You, me, hot tub.

That's four words.

And it's ballsed.

Ballsed?
Is that a technical term?

It's a hot-tub-shaped metaphor.

A sign from above
that my life's a mess.

It can't be that difficult
to fix.

It's only a tub
and some bubbles.

When are you going back
to the hospital?

I'm getting my results tomorrow.

And you're coming with me.
You need to see a doctor.

I'm not ready.
Not yet.

How far gone
do you think you are?

I don't know.
A bit.

There's a point
when reversing these things

becomes complicated,

and there's another point
when it becomes impossible.

If I can't bury my head
in the sand, neither can you.

I have the blindfold
if you have the 15 minutes.

I always knew
when she was upset with me.

The Lycra would come out.

She'd run and run, the hurt
building up like Krakatoa.

And once all those endorphins
had turned the pain into rage,

that was when you needed
to run for cover.

-Boom!

So I know.

Congratulations.
About what?

Oh, don't try and act
the innocent. It doesn't suit.

I think I'll, uh,
give you some space.

This is about my visitor.

This is about your visitor.

Well, we didn't do anything.

-We just cooked.
-And kissed?

-Maybe a little.
-You said you'd stay away.

Does our friendship
mean nothing to you?

I'm sorry
that you don't like him.

I'm sorry he ruined your dream.

I've slept with him too.

-Yeah, right.
-I did.

We did.
Twice, technically.

It's not funny!

Well, maybe it's
a little bit funny.

Oh!

God, I hate men sometimes.

The absolute bloody cheek
of him.

We really do have
the same taste in bastards.

Funny how they always seem
to come back to me in the end.

Sam. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it that way.

I've read about it.
Pregorexia.

Teresa, stay off the Internet.

It's full of nutters
and wrong information.

Risks for pregnant women
with eating disorders,

cardiac irregularities,
diabetes.

Severe depression,
premature birth,

labor complications.

She's been boring me with this
in the taxi.

Hmm.

Risks for the baby.

Poor brain development,
low birth weight,

breathing problems.

That body that you've only
ever seen through distorted eyes

is working some serious magic
right now.

Your nan's a wise old bird,
isn't she?

Or are you her mum?

Oh! I like you.

Mm.

So, Mimi,

your doctor may have explained
some of this to you already,

so forgive me
if I'm repeating things.

Darling, I'll let you know
if you're boring me

with a simple yawn.

Right, so the darkened area

that's the cancer
you can feel,

causing you the discomfort.

Because of the size
and positioning of the lump,

we'll start by removing
the breast.

You may need chemotherapy or
radiotherapy, most likely both.

Well...

I'd like to know how long
I've got left.

I won't have talk like that
in my clinic, Mimi.

You have plenty of reasons
to be optimistic.

Okay?

Look at you. You're in
better shape than I am.

-You fixed it?
-Yeah.

Uh, full disclosure,
I stole it from your garden.

Technically
it was already yours.

Marc, it's been so good
having you here,

and I'm so glad Tony chose us
as his wedding venue...

-Oh, I'm sensing a "but."
-This thing between us.

There always has been
this spark,

but your timing
couldn't be more wrong.

I'm off men.

It's not you.

Well, no,
actually it might be you.

It's all men.
You're all such dicks.

What can I say?
Men are dicks.

Dicks with dicks
who think with their dicks.

You're probably secretly married
or after my money

or have 15 other women
on the go.

It was the pump.

If it goes again,
just give it a kick.

Hey.

Fancy doing something
really stupid?

That '92 Chateau Lazar,

a single bottle costing

almost what we paid
for our first home.

Sod men.
Sod life.

Sod Mason's!

Mm!

-Sod it bloody all!
-What does it taste like?

It tastes like
not giving a shit

with a hint of recklessness.

Down in one.

Mmm!

It's not easy being your mate,
Gina Benelli.

Are we mates, though?

I think we're more
than just mates.

And somehow also less.

There ought to be a word
for what we are.

Like a bestie who you sometimes
want to smother with a pillow.

Like a worstie.

My worstie.

Mason Elliot needs
taking down a peg or two,

and we are just the women
to do it.

Every man needs a hero.

My old man had one of these.

I bought this
just to see Mum's smile.

Because real heroes
don't wear capes.

But this guy, Adam...

Welcome to Mason's.

Thou shalt not worship
false idols.

Ooh! It's a bit parky in here,
isn't it?

Mm.

-Hello.

Hello.

Who needs a microphone when
you've a mouth as big as mine?

Now, I have three firm rules
in life.

Never underestimate a steak.

Never stress out
when your air con jams on.

And most importantly,
never under any circumstance

trust an Englishman
who hasn't found the time

to visit Cornwall.

Yeah!

This corner of England
is magical,

and it means so much

to finally
be part of the landscape.

-To Cornwall!

-Me and her...
-We talked.

We'll have it sorted
in no time!

I haven't even seen Emily.

Has anyone seen my bride?

Holy-looking, wearing white,
good hair.

If I was considering
doing a flit,

there's two places I might go
to quietly gather my thoughts.

Okay, one, the pub.
Two?

Well, the water.

Contemplation works best
with a view.

Hmm.

Worry less, smile more.

This is easy.

You've got this.

Do you know, if I had a penny

for every jittery groom
I found out here,

I'd have about three quid.

You know, we've never,

you know...

Tonight is stressing me out.

Ah, so you've never...

I feel sick.

I want to enjoy today.

You can't let a little thing
like bonking ruin your day.

I've been
looking for you everywhere.

I can't go through with it.

Tell Tony I love him
and I'm sorry.

Okay, calm down.

Come on, deep breaths.

-Talk to Jesus or something.

Ohh.

No, he can't see me!
It's bad luck!

You two need to do something.

Otherwise this whole day
is gonna be a disaster.

We can't.

Can we?

You need to fuck.

You've got 15 minutes.

I think I can do it in 10.

"You need to fuck."

I'm sick of compliments.
I'm allergic.

-Praise and water.
-Aw!

Mmm!

Do you know,
I am so proud of you.

The way you've been
since you got back.

Stop it.
I'm not a pretty blusher.

-Okay, let's keep this moving!
Yes, Chef.

You didn't show up to my launch.

I was grounded.

You're a grown man.

Thanks for the butterfly.

I've always wanted a pet.

What about your own kitchen
to run?

Kind of already
running things here.

If you were my chef, you'd be
running my kitchen completely.

Stop smiling.
You're supposed to be nervous.

Sorry.

I can't stop smiling.

I don't have half your talent.

I'm lentils.

Lentils?

You don't have
all the ingredients

you need
to feed your family.

How do you make the little
you have go a long way?

You stretch it out
with lentils.

Come and work with me.
Fulfill your potential.

I'm not stupid. You're not here
because of my potential.

No.

I'm here because this
was rammed into my air con...

...and this was left
under my smoke detector.

That doesn't mean
I don't recognize raw talent.

Right.

Best-man speeches
are supposed to be funny.

Well, I've got a whole list
of terrible jokes here,

most of them about the time

that Tony streaked naked
at Twickenham for the rugby.

Yeah, I've never seen
a policeman

so confused and afraid.

Sorry, actually, I'm just
gonna be serious for a minute.

These two have known each other
since they were kids.

Instant trouble.

Tony and Emily.

Bonnie and Clyde.

Beauty and the little git.

They were inseparable.

And then they fell in love.

And the first time you fall
in love, you fall the hardest.

It changes you.

It shapes you.

And whatever obstacles
life throws,

that feeling
never quite goes away.

Whatever happens,

that first love
will always be there,

in your heart, in your head.

And you'd choose them again
in any lifetime,

in any parallel universe.

You could both grow old, die,

be reincarnated,

and you'd still
find each other somehow.

Then it'd be your first love
all over again,

because that spark is forever.

It's a flame
that cannot be put out.

Emily, you look so beautiful.

Tony, you look like you're gonna
sell me a second-hand car.

No, I mean, seriously,
who's your tailor?

Stevie Wonder?

You are the perfect,
if slightly smug, couple.

And I am so honored to be a part
of your incredible love story.

To Tony and Emily.

To Tony and Emily.

To Tony and Emily.

What if you're both reincarnated
as tortoises?

Will he still find you

and have you as his first love
all over again then?

Please! That speech
was about his brother.

I think you should
just get on with things

while you're both still humans.

No one likes to think of
tortoises getting it on.

Mnh-mnh!

I'm off men.
All men.

Especially ones
who give me urges.

I can't be trusted. I make
the most terrible decisions.

Talking of which...

Don't mind me.

I'm just here
trying to poach your staff.

Well, this is private property.

And as if my staff
would go with you.

I'd like you to leave
before I have to call security.

Security?

Who's that?
That kooky old lady, Moomoo?

Her name's Mimi. And she's
as hard as galvanized nails.

Fine, I'm leaving.

But first, the air-conditioning
and the fire alarm I get,

but for the life of me
I just can't figure out

how you did the microphone.

I've absolutely no idea
what he's talking about.

Do you?

Let me guess -- My mum's
being a pain in your ass.

She currently thinks
I'm Saint Teresa the Great.

Somehow, her thinking
the sun shines out of my bum

is even more annoying
than her usual disdain.

Mason Elliot offered me a job.

Screw that!

You're the only sane one
around here.

It'll be "One Flew Over
the Cuckoo's Nest" without you.

Will Gina hate me if I go?

You're actually serious?

You can't leave me.

It's the opportunity
of a lifetime.

But...

Mum's never truly hated anyone.

I mean, she looks scary,
acts a little bit scary,

but really all she has to give
is love.

And pasta.

Love and pasta.

So, what should I do?

Toss a coin.

Heads you go, tails you stay.

If it lands on tails
and your heart sings,

then you will have your answer.

Why did I have to hear
the heartbeat?

Why did I have to look online
and read it has a face?

The longer you take to decide,

the harder it will be
mentally and physically.

It can wiggle its arms.

Has a nose and eyelids.

I bet it has beautiful eyelids.

Well, I've made my decision.

I'm not gonna fight this fight.

Time for me to go.

What? No!
Please don't say that.

I shall miss life and I shall
miss my family, miss you...

...but I'm not
having treatment.

Please, you have to.

Don't be sad for me.

I've had a blast!

I've done things that would
make your hair curl.

Oh!

Just be happy
for the life I've had.

I've been thinking.

Oh, dangerous.

-About my future.
-Ah!

So it was you
he was trying to poach.

Interesting.

Look,
I know this isn't about me.

I know this is
probably some sort of

petty revenge on his part,
but...

Listen, you are not going there.

You're my Adam.

Besides which,
we have a contract.

A handshake in a greenhouse
is not a contract.

'Round these parts
it's legally binding.

I'll see you in the morning.

Eeh!

Do they have names,
the savage beasts?

Sure.
That one's Barry.

Sammy, I always know
when you're lying.

Your nose twitches
when you talk.

It's not true.

Probably won't see you
before you go.

I'm not very good
at goodbyes.

Thank you for my dance lesson.

Don't be a stranger.
The peacocks will miss you.

-5 just sent back.
-Sorry, I'll make another one.

-Table 3's still waiting.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

What's going on here?
Where's Adam?

If any of you ever have the
audacity to quit my kitchen,

do it to my face!

This was always gonna happen.

No.

You've taken him for granted
for too long.

You knew his talent
deserved more,

but you stamped out his fire
at every given opportunity.

No, no, no.
I will not let Mason take him.

There is more to life right now
than Mason bloody Elliot.

-Like what?!
-Like Mimi.

Like Teresa.
Something's going on with them.

Like me.

Something's going on
with me too.

You're so busy playing games,
you haven't even noticed.

We're bringing Adam home.

Mason Elliot's a Goliath
in this industry.

-We can't win this fight.
-We have to at least try.

Remember when I got expelled
from school?

Not only
did you get me reinstated,

you made them give me head boy.

Where's that famous
Mimi fighting spirit?

You've never let anything
beat you before.

I know you're not here.
I know you're not real.

Good. I'd hate to think you were
losing your mind as well as...

Dying?

Go ahead.
You can say it.

You can fight this.

Fight it
like you fought off that cat

that used to piss
on your azaleas.

Fight it like you fought Dad
when he'd come home drunk.

Look at me.
I'm formidable.

What woman of my age

has the posture of Grace Kelly
and abs like rock?

Such modesty too.

I'm not dying
on some operating table.

Or worse,
bald and sick from the chemo.

I am going out
on my own terms.

I'm going out with dignity.

When me and Michael were kids,

we used to joke
that you were running

a pirate radio station up here.

How do you know about
my secret place?

Kind of become
my secret place too.

I come here to talk to Dad.

Look, I-I think
you better go in.

I-I think it's gonna rain.

Last thing we need
is your allergies flaring up.

I'm not just gonna let you die.

You have to talk to Mum and Sam.

I will do no such thing.

Why? Because you know they'll
make you change your mind?

If you dare to tell them
about this,

I shall tell them
about you being pregnant.

Fine.

I'll tell them
about the baby first,

and you'll have nothing
to blackmail me with.

You're really
going to tell your mother

that you're
accidentally pregnant again?

I mean, once is unfortunate,
but twice?

I'm not sure
whether it's careless

or whether
it's old-fashioned stupidity!

What?!

She -- She knows
I didn't mean it.

Was Leo your first love?

Well, I had a thing
for Johnny Cash,

but, yes, I suppose he was.

And you'd choose him again
in any lifetime?

In any parallel universe,
you'd find him somehow

and he'd be your first love
all over again?

Ah, so it's Marc --
your thing going on.

Do you like him?

Everybody likes him!

How could you not love Marc?

Hating him would be like
hating a golden retriever.

Does it ever feel like
the universe

is trying to tell you something
everywhere you look?

Just stop the car.

What? Sam!

What is going on?

David beat Goliath, by the way.

You can win this fight.

Hi.

-Vodka martini.
-Sure.

Now, to be fair,
I did warn you

I was trying to
poach your staff.

You stole
more than just a chef.

He's family.

How could you do this to me?

He's a rare talent.
Like you.

If I meant anything to you,

if there was
more than an ounce of warmth

in that withered little heart
of yours,

you would know that taking Adam
was a step too far.

Gina.
Please, don't cause a scene.

I'm angry with you
because you quit,

and I'm hurt
because you just left a note.

But more than that,
I want to scream in your face

because, God, you are too smart
to be part of his game!

Adam's an artist in my kitchen.

He was a workhorse in yours.

Excuse me.
I'll tell you when I'm done.

You are a remarkable chef.

And one day you will own your
own chain of swanky restaurants

with much more swank than this,

but now is not your time.

If you really saw me as family

and not just some chef
in your kitchen,

you wouldn't stand in my way.

He's called Carpe Diem.
The peacock.

I didn't say it
because it felt too...

Pretentious?

Yes.
But also ironic.

When I said all men are dicks,
that wasn't fair.

I mean, yes, most men are awful,

and my taste in them
is atrocious, but...

-But?

But when I'm with you,
I become this other person,

that kid you knew at school.

And Sammy had
way better taste in men.

She could spot the good ones.

-Quick. Quick!
-Okay, go. Go, go, go!

-Have you seen my mum?
-I'm sorry, no.

If you see her, can you tell her
I need to talk?

Teresa!

Come on!

You're all dry now.

You want to talk or no?

-No.
-Okay.

I mean, who's allergic to rain?

I had this
whole dramatic moment planned,

and now I'm just
sitting here swelling up.

Well, if it cheers you up,

I've just made a fool of myself
in front of a whole restaurant

full of posh the tourists.

That does cheer me up.
Thanks, Mum.

You're welcome.

I'm pregnant.
Again.

I fucked up again.

I'm sorry I'm such
a constant disappointment.

You do know
that you were an accident?

Thanks, Mum.
Kick a girl when she's down.

You know, the best things in
life are not the things we plan.

It's the stuff that sideswipes
you on a wet Wednesday night.

You might be surprised.

This could be the best thing
that ever happened to you.

Ow. Ow.

I know. Ow.

You look cute when you frown.

-I do?
-Mm-hmm. Really cute.

What are you frowning about?

Michael. Mimi.

Gina.

I let her fight Goliath alone.

Go and see if she's all right.

I don't want to ruin this.

Nothing could ruin this.

Did you win?
Is Adam coming home?

No...

And you might want to sit down.

This better be the cheap stuff.

Teresa has some news.

I'm pregnant.

We're gonna be grandmothers.

Wow!

-Wow?
-Wow!

Does Michael know?

Yeah.

I can't be a grandmother!

And I can't be related
to you, Gina!

I mean, it's hard enough
trying to be your worstie!

You told them, then?

You knew?

Darling, unlike you,

I know everything
that goes on around here.

Are you gonna keep it?
The baby?

I don't know.

Gina and Sam are in.

You are better
than they ever let you believe.

And to what do I owe
this unexpected pleasure?

A ménage à trois.

I would like to have a funeral.

Like a death party?

I prefer the term "fake wake."

Did she tell you what she's
planning to do with the baby?

If she had confided in me,

I wouldn't betray
her confidence.

When are you gonna tell them?
I came clean. It's your turn.

Whoa!
Okay, I've got this!

Marc, no!

* Oh oh oh oh *

* Oh *

* Foolish pair *

* Ah ah ah ah ahhh *

* Things will be better *