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Big Suze.

Jeremy. >

Hi, I thought you might like these.
They're flowers, obviously.

They'll die eventually,
but everything does, doesn't it?

Apart from love, a true love...

A good love can sustain you
all the way through.

It's nice to see you,
but I'm working.

Oh yeah, of course, sure, sure.
Of course.

Well, how about tonight.
I mean, are you free?

I don't know, what are you doing?

Just, Mark's going to Frankfurt,

and I thought, if you fancied,
a magic mushroom party at my place.

Oh, I don't know. Magic mushrooms?

Sounds a bit scary.

Oh, Suze, it's not scary.

You just lose your sense of
who you are, and all that shit.

Will I still be able
to play the piano?

Of course. Suze, they're mushrooms,
they're completely natural.

Nothing natural ever hurt anybody,
that's a scientific fact.

I suppose in a way,
it's the sort of thing I should do.

If it's something I don't want
to do, it's something I should try.

Yeah, exactly.

I mean, if people only did
everything they wanted,

everyone would spend all day
sitting on the carpet

watching the Poker Channel,

wanking and eating
those expensive German biscuits.

Probably.

'Oh, I feel awful.

'Still, made excellent time.

'Great bus driver.
Same old route though.

'I should probably alter it
occasionally, evade kidnappers.

'Not much of a risk, but I'd feel
such an ass if it did happen.'

Mark! You're home.

'Why is he so happy? I suppose
I'd be happy if I'd spent

'the day practising my signature and
measuring my knob with dental floss.'

You've only been gone an hour.
What happened? Forget your passport?

I'm ill. Gastric flu.

It's been going round the office,
funny tummy, weird ears.

You're never ill.
Even when you are, you stay at work,

cos you believe those adverts
about the man in marketing

stealing your job
if you take the day off

rather than buying
their horrible products.

I'm not going all the way
to Frankfurt puking and shitting

just to be Tom Finnemore's bitch.
Found out when I got in this morning,

I'm just going to be cueing
up his laptop.

Went out to get some remedies,
and I thought, "Bollocks to this."

Just got to let Johnson know.
How ill do you think I sound?

Well, you look like shit.
But you sound surprisingly chirpy.

What about now?

Yeah, bit hammy.
But then, I'm a stern critic.

This is my whole area.

Bollocks,

he's been on voicemail all morning.
Shall I just leave a message?

No! If you want to convince you're
ill, you have to go mano a mano.

Answerphone is the waster's
dream ticket.

'This is a fucking disaster.

'The sick man of Europe
all over my mushroom party?

'I can't have him coughing mucus
over Suze's lovely face.'

God, I tell you what though, mate,
I think you look OK.

Are you feeling better?

No.

Well, you look a lot better.
I tell you what else.

Today, I'm going
to dedicate myself to you.

I'm going to tend you
and tend you and tend you.

You will go to the ball!

I don't want to go to the ball. I
just want to sit around in my pants.

< GROANING

Hello?

What the...

All right, Mark.
Give us 10, would you?

No! No, I bloody won't! What...

Jeremy! How did you allow this?

What? I didn't know.

Didn't know what?

Nothing. What? I don't know,
is there a problem?

You let Super Hans
use my bed for filth.

Oh no.
They didn't go in there, did they?

Oh, that really is too much.

I'm annoyed now.

I'm so annoyed with them.
That is too much.

Well, where in our massive duplex
did you think they'd be?

In one of the guest suites,
or the billiard room?

I can't get out. Let me out!

It's all right, Hans,
it's just the handle.

It's funny, you need to lift it.

This is bullshit!

Sorry, lads.

Locked doors.

Little switch just flicks, you know.

Since Dad locked me in the airing
cupboard to monitor the home-brew.

'Nice big lock.
Maybe locks and walls aren't cool,

'but they work
for Hadrian and Ariel Sharon.'

What the hell do you call that?

It's a short-term solution.

No, it's not.

Yes, it is.

It can't be a short-term solution,
it doesn't even reach the floor.

Look, Jeremy, I know for you
doing your business in public

is probably some sort of dream come
true, but I can't live like that.

You need to sort this out.

But Mark, I'll never get round
to it. It's Yellow Pages,

I won't use the right words,
they'll realise I'm not proper.

I'll get some cowboy,
and end up on ITV2.

Please, before
you go to Frankfurt...

I'm not going to Frankfurt.

'He's never going to do it.
Where am I going to poo?

'Can't go to Sophie,
she's in Bristol.

'I'll have to go to the pub.
They'll think I'm a junkie.

'I could offer them 50p a poo.

'Too weird.

'No, buy a pint each time,
just become an alcoholic.'

Mark, I'll give you anything
if you do it.

All right, I'll bloody do it.

Great.

'What the hell is he laughing
with the carpenter about?

'You have to maintain the barrier,
or they'll retune your radio

'to a commercial station, and force
you to borrow their pornography.'

Brilliant, so how are you feeling?
Are you feeling a lot better?

No.

What were you laughing about?

What's he doing,
how much is it going to cost?

It's sorted, Mark. A fair day's work
for a fair day's pay.

Don't give me mottoes,
Jeremy, I want figures, data.

All right, mate?

I've just had a call
from my therapist.

Need to go and have a bit of a chat.

I shouldn't be more than a couple
of hours. Is that all right?

Is that included
within the rate as agreed?

No problem, mate,
I'll have the kettle on.

Sweet as.

How did we get the one carpenter
in Britain with a therapist?

Oh, sure. Therapy's only for you and
Tony Soprano and Jamie Theakston.

The common man needs therapy too.

Yeah, but on my time?
Jeremy, shouldn't you...

Mark, stop, relax, it's OK.

It's fine. You're recuperating.

Have some lunch. Three different
flavours, all mixed up. Exciting!

And then after that, beans.

Until you're better,
I'm going to cook all your meals.

Right. Thanks. Crisps and beans.

'What will come first,
scurvy or rickets?'

PHONE RINGS

It's Johnson. I don't sound
ill enough. Will you take it?

All right. Hi, Alan.
No, it's Jeremy. Look...

Oh, really?

Oh, really?

That is fascinating.

Tom Finnemore's got the lurgy
that's going round.

He's not going to Frankfurt.

Finnemore's got gastric flu?

Johnson wants you to make
the presentation instead.

Oh my God. Me? What shall I say?

Say yes, you big idiot.

But I'm ill, I'm really ill.

You're only as ill
as you think you are!

OK. OK, tell him I'm up for it.

Don't tell him I'm ill.
Say I've been working from home.

Just tell him I'm coming in.

Alan, he's coming in.

You da man!

I'm a man!

It's, "You da man."

Whatever, Jeremy, let's not quibble.
I'm a man!

'Jez comes good sometimes.

'He's not a total arsehole.'

'Mushroom sex party all over
your flat, while you're chomping

'on a bratwurst and dancing to
the oompah band like a total dick.'

'A smiley face from Sophie.
That's all I get?

'A template for a three-screen text
about team leading in Frankfurt,

'my best news of the decade?

'I sent her flowers
when she got a new fridge.'

Mark, you really have to make sure
that they...

'Oh God, I feel terrible. Glands in
my neck like a couple of golf balls.

'I've got to look interested,
keep nodding,

'nodding, and a bit of eyebrows.'

Make sure they know
we're playing the game,

but we don't need to play the game,

because we've already won
the game. Yeah?

Oh, yeah, great. Absolutely.

Now, they've got a plasma screen
in their meeting room, so...

'Maybe I can just get
some rest if I get my hand

'so it looks like I'm concentrating,
but actually, grab some micro sleep.'

< Mark?

Uh-huh?

Has Sophie been keeping you up?

Oh, sorry.
She's in Bristol, now isn't she?

Probably keeping
some other guy up now.

LAUGHTER

Yes, no, no, she isn't.

But good joke there, mate.

'When was the last time Sophie
texted you a template, fuckface?'

'He probably thinks I'm a slacker.

'To him, it probably looks like
I've done nothing since lunch.

'The washing-up isn't nothing, mate,

'and I'm going to be doing that
any bloody minute.'

So, er, do you reckon you'll get it
done soon, like by tonight?

Oh, yeah, piece of piss.

Wicked.

I'm just working.
I'm a musician, this is work.

I can do you a theme while
you're carpenting. Andy's Theme.

My therapist reckons I should
get back into the music.

I used to play drums.
He reckons it'd be a good outlet.

It's cool you've got a therapist.
I mean, what's the big taboo?

There isn't a taboo.

Exactly. What's the big taboo?

Answer - there isn't one.
That's what so cool about it.

There's two types of people, pal.

People who know
they've got shit to sort out,

and people who don't know
they've got shit to sort out.

Oh yeah. Yup, word out.
Truth up, dude. Truth.

'God!

'Look at me, talking to a builder
like we're both on the same level.'

People are so quick to judge.

"Look at him, he's having a look
at his life, he must be a nutter."

Me, I'm like,
"Fuck off, fuck right off!"

Yeah, fuck off!
Fuck off, you idiots.

'Shit, we're so angry together.

'The righteous indignation
of the common man.

'Maybe we could start a union -
the woodworkers

'and general persons union.'

Listen, bro,
do you fancy a bit of a jam?

I've got a bongo,
we could have a cheeky toke.

Yeah, why not? Sweet as.

'Maybe we'll become best mates
and he'll train me up

'to be a carpenter like Jesus.

'And if I get crucified,
he'll start a religion in my name.

'Jeremism. I'm a Jeremist. Nice.'

'I get to sleep on the plane. I can
sleep on the plane. I can sleep.'

So, we'll get a chance to storm
our brains off on the plane.

Right, great.

'I can go to the little loo, put my
jacket on the seat like a cushion,

'and make out I got locked in.'

Mhhhello?

Oh, for God's sake. All right.

Flight's delayed.
Industrial action in Frankfurt.

Next one's 7am.

So we'd better... 'Don't say
brainstorm, don't say brainstorm.'

Get some rest. You wanna be fresh
for the big meet, don't you?

You take this one.

'God bless those over-unionised
European economies.'

'Magic eye.
Brilliant for a 'shroom party,

'just as long as it's
something nice when you get it.

'Yeah, they won't do
a magic eye of executions.

'It'll be dolphins
or Father Christmas.'

Mark.

What are you doing here?

Plane cancelled.
Next one's seven in the morning.

Had a nap in the taxi, but I want
to get some more sleep before...

What the hell have you done
to this place, Jeremy?

Well, I just thought,
why have a boring living room?

Why not have more vibe.

Well, for one thing,
it's a fire hazard.

You've never worried about the vibe
in here before. What's going on?

< OK, I'm going to tell
you the truth now,

but only on the condition, the
promise, that you don't freak out,

because this really isn't
a big deal.

In no way the big deal
that you're going to pretend it is.

Jeremy.

It's just, big Suze and everyone,
they're coming over.

You might want
to make yourself scarce,

because we're taking
some magic mushrooms.

Magic mushrooms?

Yes, and we're smashing down
the doors of perception

so we can see all the stuff that...

Isn't really there.

That is really there,
but we don't normally see,

because we're so transfixed on...

The stuff that is really there.

Oh, it's so simple for you,
isn't it?

But the truth you're so
scared of hearing

is that in fact reality and fantasy
are exactly the same thing.

Look, Jez, I just
don't feel comfortable

about you having
a drugs party in my flat.

But this is my big chance
with big Suze.

I'm gonna get us both really high,

and then try to put
my hand up her jumper.

That's your plan?

Yes. And I think
it would be a lot better

if you just stayed in your room.

Why?

Because I'm an embarrassment?

No, it's just you'll be bored.

We'll be off our heads

talking about the amazing things
you can do with hemp,

not the interest rates
and grisly murders that you're into.

Look, please, Mark.

Please promise to stay
in your room all night.

No.

It's my flat and I feel ill.

I just want to lounge around in
my pants and watch Judge John Deed.

Can't you and your friends cope
with the sight of me

lounging around in my pants?

Listen, the doors almost finished,
but I've just had a call from my ex.

She's dumping the kids on me,

some bullshit about needing
to get her head space together.

I'm gonna shoot off.

Yeah, well, actually...

Great, thanks, mate.

He's trying to diddle us. >

There are girls coming over
to take 'shrooms.

They'll have to go
to the loo in public.

Well, then, you'd better
tell him yourself.

Oh, for God's sake.

Look, sorry, mate,
it's actually not cool.

What's that?

The door.

It might be best
if you finish it tonight.

No, pal, I've gotta get over...

It's just Mark, my mate.

He's a bit of a carrot up the
old arse about this kind of thing.

I don't mind, it's fine by me.

Well, anyway, look, I really need it
done by tonight, OK?

I'm off, pal.

Look, you've got to just do it now,
OK? It's your job.

I'm ordering you to do it.
I'm the boss, you're the worker.

Yeah? That's the way it is, is it?

Well, you can fuck off, pal!
You can fuck right off!

'Please don't hit me.

'Good he hasn't hit me.
Maybe I should hit him.

'Oh no, he's gone.'

I'm going for a power nap.

I'll be back out later to look at
these training videos,

so I'll need the living room. If
you must trip, you can trip in here,

in your room and a bit in the hall.

'This is a nightmare.
We can't all sit in my bloody room.

'What if one of us goes out and
sees him? Immediate bad vibe.

'Hold on.' It's all right, Mark.

I'll take your Lemsip through
for you.

Oh, cheers, mate.

'Am I going to do this?

'Am I going to do this? I've got an
evil plan. I'm like a Bond villain,

'or a young Richard Branson.

'I'm sort of poisoning my flatmate.
Is that OK? Doesn't sound great.

'"Why did you poison your flatmate?"
"So I could have a party."

'I'm only poisoning him a tiny bit.

'It's really a white poisoning,
a friendly poisoning. It's just so

'much more civilised than bonking him
on the head with a hammer.' Hi, mate.

Thanks.

'Shit. Could this actually kill him?
It's not going to kill him.

'It's just loads and loads of
medicine. He'll probably wake up

'in three days completely cured.'
You should drink all that down.

OK, thanks.

I will.

That's right.

Drink it all down.

OK. Have a nice nap.

Thanks.

'It'll be OK. It's not like
I'm going to rape him.

'I could rape him.

'I'm not going to rape him.'

Ever gone shrooming before?

No, never.

My friend, Otto, had a very bad
trip the first time he did it.

He ended up putting his forehead
on a train track, thinking it was

a big steel sweatband.

Don't worry.
Tripping changed my life.

Before I did shrooms, I was stuck
at HSBC, doing the nine to five.

Now you've got your
room at the centre,

and you're making your masks.

Jez, I need to use the loo.

Yeah, sorry about that.
What I was thinking was,

I'll just wedge the door
in and hold it while you...

I won't be listening or anything.

I'll hear, but I won't listen.

OK, you go ahead
and do your lovely business,

and I'll jam this sucker in place.

'I bet she even does nice poos,
little Maltesers that smell like

'the Body Shop. Just go
and check on the victim.

'Not victim, patient.
Patient's nicer.

'He's fine.
Mustn't think I've killed him.'

'Definite bad trip. I almost
certainly haven't killed him.

'Might be best if I just...

'No need to think about
what I'm doing too much...

'Out of sight, out of mind.
Brilliant.

'I feel terrible. I feel like
someone's trying to deliver

'the whole of the Sunday Times
into my head.

'Sophie can't even be bothered to
send me templates any more.

'Just go to the loo and then...
What?

'He's... Has he...locked me in?!
This is incredible!

'This is literally unbelievable!
I'm locked out of a party

'that's happening in my own home!
It's Sarah's 18th all over again.

'A mushroom party in my flat is
not in the tenant's agreement!

'Of course, I never made him sign
a tenant's agreement. Bollocks.

'This is the last friendship I have
that's not backed up by a legally

'enforceable document.' Jeremy!

Jeremy!

What's that?

Is that banging?

Nope.

But I can hear banging.
You can't hear banging?

Don't worry, Susan.
There's no banging.

But I'm definitely getting banging.

My God, I'm hearing things. I
don't think I'm having a good time.

I can't be sure, but I
really don't think I am.

It does sound a lot like banging.

It's this banging track.

That's what's banging.

I think I might get up.

Oh, no.

Suse, have another dose.

That'll sort you out. Maybe.

No, Suse, don't do that. Just...

Listen, love. A little tip.

You're on the edge now and
you need to pick the right way.

Because one way's heaven
and the other...

Well, probably best not to
think about that right now,

but it's fucking horrible!

Open up!

Open up, you bloody arsehole!

You bloody... I can't believe you!

Please, be quiet, OK?

Let me out! I need a poo!

Do your business in there
if you have to.

God, you're disgusting.

'Oh, God.

'Can I do this? If I do this, even
if I end up marrying Sophie and we

'live in a detached house in Surrey,
and buy a holiday home in Umbria,

'our children will always look
up at the face of a man who once

'crapped in a takeaway bag. Plus,
I'd have to hide it here somewhere

'in my room next to
one of my things. I could
throw it out the window.

'No, that's what they want you to
do. That's where society's headed!

'People shitting in bags and
throwing them out the window
at each other.

'I'm not going to be the first!
Not in my name!'

Jeremy, do you know what? I think
I might be having a good time.

Yeah, these are
the good times, love,

after the initial nausea passes,
but before the grinding comedown.

Lovely.

Jez, do you remember when we used
to have our baths together and you

did your Rik from the Young Ones
impersonation with the rubber mouse!

Yeah, that was a good impression.

Maybe I should run us a bath
right now.

Why not?

'Hot diggity dog!'

DOORBELL

The pizza man is here!
Pizza in the bath! Soapy Margarita!

Jeremy!

Shut up, Mark! Honestly.

Give me a pizza the action.

Johnson. What do you want?

I wanna see Mark. He called. He
says he's been falsely imprisoned.

Falsely imprisoned!

What a drama queen!
He's not here.

That's bullshit.

What have you done to him?

Nothing. Why would I...

Johnson!

Mark?

Johnson!

Mark!

For God's sake. If you're
going to be like that about it.

Thank you, Alan! Thank you!

As for you, Jeremy, you bloody shit!

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Alan.

Where's the door?
Are you all right?

Yep. I'm fine.

Just, the door fell out
and we haven't, so...

I need to...

Is that normal pooing you're doing?

Yep.

Doesn't sound normal.

Doesn't smell normal.

It is, honestly.

This is bollocks, Mark.
You know the credo.

Illness equals weakness.
You're off the team.

Please, Alan.

Where's the fire?

Oh, my God!

Stay in that room.
Stay in the nice room.

It's so disgusting,
I'm going to be sick.

Don't be sick, you can't be sick.

Let's dance! Don't be sick.

Look at the magic eye.

What's all this? Jesus!

Is this what you two are into?

Is this your thing?

Sorry, I'm just so sorry.

I'll see you later, Mark.
Much later.

Let's get you out of here.

No, you can't just...

Hang on, love, wait up.

You had to do it, didn't you?

You just couldn't let me be happy.

You had to go crying to Daddy
just as soon as I locked you in

your room for one minute.
You just can't take a joke.

Jeremy, for God's sake.

So, this is my big evening, is it?

Me, tripping my nuts off,
watching you do endless pooing.

If I were you,
I'd think about what you've done.

Just have a long, hard think
about what you've done.

Everybody's coming to get me

with the moles