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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.

- (MOANS)
- 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.

HARRY: 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.

HARRY: OK. Sure.

Er, just the prosciutto
and the cheeses and the...

..chocolate-covered raspberries.

Dammit!

- (SIGHS) 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.

LIZ: Stuart.

- 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.

HARRY: 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?

BEN: 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.

- BEN: 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.

STUART: Yeah. Happy to help.

HARRY: 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?!

BEN: 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.

- BEN: Here he is. (CLAPS)
- 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.

BEN: Righto. You're with me.

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

STUART: 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.

HARRY: I should have been
100% focused on Ainsley.

I wasn't.

(RINGING TONE)

VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Xavier.
Leave a message.

(BEEP)

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.

(SCOFFS) 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.

VOICEMAIL: Hey. This is Xavier.
Leave a message.

(SCOFFS) 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.

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

But no.
I was just getting started.

VOICEMAIL: 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...

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey.

LIZ: 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.

(XAVIER AND STUART
CONVERSE INDISTINCTLY)

XAVIER: Hey, you.

- Oh! (LAUGHS) 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.
- (LIZ LAUGHS)

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.

(SIGHS)

Who's this?

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

..this is Stuart Wendell,
my ex-husband.

Mmm. Hello. (CHUCKLES)

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.

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

the man he is today.

- I'm sure it took an army.
- MANJU: 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.

VOICEMAIL: You have
three new messages.

- Yeah, so just hit 'delete'.
- (BEEP)

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.

(HARRY LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

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...

(BEEP)

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!

(BEEP)

You have no new messages.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

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... (SIGHS)

..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.

HARRY: 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.

STUART: 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... (SIGHS)

..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.

WOMAN: You should only need this
for a week.

And then Panadol should be fine.

AINSLEY: OK.

WOMAN: 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.

(STUART LAUGHS)

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... (SIGHS)

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.

HEATHER: Hey, guys.

ALL: Hey!

Hey.

Hey. Can I hug you?

Actually, no,
maybe not just yet.

Would you like a tea?

Yeah, you want something to eat?

HARRY: I might just pop
the kettle on.

LIZ: 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.

BEN: Don't apologise. It's fine.

LIZ: 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.

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

There's Deliveroo, Menulog...

I really appreciate all of this,
but I just...

..want normal.

- BEN: Ains?
- AINSLEY: 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.

(LAUGHS) And then
to top it all off,

I unwittingly repeated
all of these accusations

in front of my mother.

- (ALL CHUCKLE)
- 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.

BEN: 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!

(CHUCKLES) 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.

BEN: I reckon
Liz is pretty sweet.

She's getting a little bit
of Stuey action.

- (GASPS) 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?

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

Have you gone beyond
casual sex in the garage?

- Very much so.
- LIZ: 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.
- (PHONE RINGS)

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... (SIGHS) ..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.

- MARTY: 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.

HARRY: Mum? It's just me.

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

LIZ: 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?

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

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.

(BEN SPEAKS QUIETLY)

HEATHER: 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.

BEN: 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.

- XAVIER: 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...

(CHUCKLES) 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.

(SCOFFS) 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.

(RINGING TONE)

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...

STUART: 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.

(SIGHS)

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?!

AINSLEY: 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?