Original subtitles

- If you believe Richie, you wouldn't lie about it.

- I'll do what's best for everyone, not just Richie.

- I've been kicked out of my flatshare,

but at least I've been nominated for a NOMMY Award.

- I don't think I can get you out, bro.

- I'm a big boy, yeah?

I'll be okay.

- Look at that.

- I don't want to have sex with you.

- I ended it with Ariella.

Can I call you my girlfriend again?

- No.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Whose are they?

- They must be Justin's.

[Aaron Taylor's "Lesson Learnt"]

♪ ♪

- ♪'Ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You would've thought ♪

♪ That I'd have learnt this all by now ♪

♪ It seems that I'm here again, some way, somehow ♪

♪ I guess it's a lesson learnt ♪

♪ If you play with fire, then baby you will burn ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I guess it's a lesson learnt ♪

♪ ♪

♪ If you play with fire, then you'll probably burn ♪

♪ ♪

♪ 'Ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You would've thought ♪

♪ That I'd have learnt this all by now ♪

- Dear Tiffany, have you found anywhere yet?

Been two weeks and boxes are getting

to be an inconvenience.

- [sighs]

Dear Leon, yes, I have found somewhere.

I apologize for the inconvenience.

The boxes and I will be gone by this weekend.

P.S. Mind if I take the painting stuff

to use at my new place?

- ♪ You will probably burn ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Is it my fault if I choose to let go? ♪

♪ The things that you've told me once or twice before ♪

♪ Maybe I'd probably not understand ♪

♪ The things that I, I don't know as a man ♪

- Those were bought for this flat,

to fix damage caused by your dating.

- Many thanks for the reminder.

Enjoy.

- ♪ I guess that's a lesson learnt! ♪

- I am the creator of my reality.

I accept and love myself just the way I am.

I am supported by the universe.

I am overflowing with happiness

and joy and satisfaction.

I have millions of dollars in my bank account.

[phone buzzes]

all: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Holly ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

[cheers and applause]

[indistinct chatter]

- I can't believe you're 13.

- I know. I'm a woman now.

[syringe driver beeps]

- I'm sorry I snapped at you last time you were in.

I shouldn't have done that.

- It's okay. I ignored your advice.

Come with me.

I found him.

- Johnny White?

- He lives in Brighton.

Couldn't find a phone number.

But look, here's his address.

- How did you--

- Electoral Roll.

Tiffany gave me her log-in details.

- Tiffany?

- She's so clever and pretty. - Yeah.

Look, this is a very impressive project, but--

- Good, because I need you to go and find him.

- What? - Well, I can't go, can I?

- Have you told Mr. Prior about this?

- It's gonna be a surprise.

- [laughs]

You're asking for trouble. You know that?

- Yes, but good trouble.

- Good trouble?

- Everything that you need is in here:

address, directions, train tickets.

Oh, go on, Leon.

It's my birthday.

You can't say no to me on my birthday.

[gentle music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, sorry. - Oh, whoa!

Tiffany? - Leon?

- What are you doing here? - What are you doing here?

Oh, my God. Both: Holly.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

It's fine. I can get off at the next stop.

- The next stop is Brighton.

So, um-- - Uh--

Both: Oh, sorry. - You go.

How's things?

- Great, thanks.

- Well, work going well?

- Uh, I've been nominated for an award.

- Oh, wow. What for?

Oh.

- Yeah.

How is Richie?

- Yeah, he's okay... I think.

- What about you?

- I'm great.

- You and Kay are still--

- Yeah.

And you and Justin?

- Yeah.

- Right.

- What you listening to?

- A mix of stuff.

Funk, soul.

- Can I have a listen?

- Actually, I don't share earphones.

- Oh, okay.

- I'm not comfortable sharing microbial flora.

- Got it.

- Too intimate.

- [scoffs] More intimate than sharing a bed?

- ♪ Don't you feel at home when you're with me? ♪

♪ Don't you feel at home when you're with me? ♪

♪ Don't you feel at home? ♪

- ♪ I'm a home maker ♪

♪ Home maker ♪

♪ Don't you feel at home right now? ♪

♪ Wait on ya, you'll have to check your... ♪

[buzzer buzzes]

- Hello, Maia. - Hello, Justin.

What are you doing here?

- I was just--just passing.

- Just passing? - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah. You're on my route.

I'm training for the Richmond Half,

the marathon.

We're raising money for shelter.

Just the homelessness crisis at the moment is real douse.

Look...

I actually came here to apologize to both of you.

I know you're not my biggest fans.

And I know that

I didn't handle the breakup with Tiffy very well.

- Hmm, I mean, you moved your new girlfriend in

the day after she moved out.

- Well, I was an arsehole.

And I take full responsibility for that.

I've learned from that. I've grown.

And, uh...

I'm trying to be the man that Tiffy deserves.

- [scoffs] What?

- I can't mess this up again.

Didn't she tell you?

I just assumed. You're so close to her.

- Tell us what?

- We're back together.

- Since when?

- Valentine's Day.

- Are you sure about that?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I am. It was pretty conclusive.

You're both so important to her,

and it is important to me

that there's no bad blood between us.

- Well, it was nice of you to stop by.

- Right.

Yep.

[exhales sharply]

I'm putting my heart on the line.

I know that.

But that's relationships.

There's always one person who loves the other one more.

- Yeah, okay. Thank you, Justin.

- Okay, yeah.

Let's double-date soon, yeah? It was great to see you.

[unsettling music]

♪ ♪

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [stammers] New Steine Street.

- It's this way.

It's just across from here.

- No, no, look. It's definitely down here.

- I mean, you're following a hand-drawn map?

- It's this way.

- No, it's this way.

- The sea is down there.

The house is to the left of the sea.

- Left as you look at it or left with your back turned?

- I'm going that way.

- Thanks.

Do you want a hat?

Oh, wait, Leon!

Wouldn't that musket look so good on our yellow wall?

- Our wall?

I have no need for a musket.

- Nobody needs a musket.

- Right, here we are.

Let's make this quick.

- Yes, you've made it very clear you don't want me here.

- What?

You're the one who wanted to get off the train.

- You're the one who told me to leave the flat.

Isn't it number five?

[quirky music]

♪ ♪

- Together or separate? Both: Separate.

- Cash or card?

- Card. - Cash.

Holly's gonna be so disappointed.

- We're not giving up yet.

- He could be anywhere.

He could be dead.

- Well, that's the spirit.

- Well, what are our leads?

- Maybe there's something in that pack Holly gave you.

Hmm. [chuckles]

- Nothing else on Johnny White.

- Looks like she had other ideas.

- Typical Holly.

- Can I have my lolly, please?

- Feels a bit inappropriate now you have a boyfriend.

- What?

- Aren't you moving back in with him?

- Justin? - Yeah.

- No.

I'm moving into a studio flat between Colindale and Edgware

with a shower in the kitchen.

And we're not back together.

I told him I needed more time.

- I just assumed with the flowers and the boxers and--

- I threw the flowers in the bin.

- Right. I didn't see.

- I emptied the bin.

- First time for everything. - [giggles]

Do you think I'm a bad person?

- You can do what you want.

I mean, we changed the sheets every time,

so I guess he wasn't having sex with you in my bed exactly.

- I meant for putting the flowers in the bin.

- Oh.

[laughter]

No, I don't think you're a bad person.

- Leon.

- Yeah? - Look.

- What am I looking at?

- Mr. Prior plays chess, right?

So he's must've been doing it for years.

Maybe it's something they played together.

- You wanna rock up to a community chess game

and ask if anyone knows a man called Johnny White?

- Have you got a better idea?

- Very good.

Don't be afraid to sacrifice a pawn.

Come on, Lina. Look at Kim.

He knows what he's doing.

- I think that's checkmate.

- I don't get chess.

- You know, Mr. Prior's always trying to teach me,

but I don't really get it either.

- Hello there.

Are you interested in joining the Chess Club?

- Absolutely not.

But maybe you can help us.

We're looking for a man called Johnny White.

He's 85 years old, ex-army, might be into chess.

- I'm afraid I don't know a Johnny White.

- Well, thank you for your time.

We'd better get back.

- But if he is a member of the club,

they'll have him on file.

- Jonathan White, paid up until next year.

I'm sorry. Who did you say you were?

- And so, I promised my young friend at the hospice

that I'd find Johnny White and, if he were open to it,

reunite him with his long-lost love.

- It's a lovely story,

but I can't give out personal details.

- Is there anything we can do to change your mind?

- Are you trying to bribe me?

- What? No.

I can't afford to bribe anyone.

- We're just trying to do something good, okay?

Make some people happy.

Why is the world set up in such a way that that is so hard?

- I'm sorry. That's the rules.

- Excuse me.

I know Johnny White.

He lives on Blaker Street, the purple house.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Are you Johnny White? - Yes.

Have we met? - My name's Tiffany.

This is Leon.

We've come on behalf of someone you once knew.

Uh, Reginald Prior?

- I don't know any Reginald Prior.

- But you're Johnny White from the Chess Club.

- So I play chess. So what?

- You met in the army. You wrote to each other.

The letters you sent, he kept every single one of them.

- Is this some kind of joke?

Leave me alone.

Seems like you got his hopes up for nothing.

- Leon. Oh, my God, slow down.

Look, I think he's lying.

Why else would he get so upset about it?

- No, he's right. This is stupid.

Mr. Prior didn't even ask for it.

This whole thing is for a 13-year-old girl.

I didn't do anything good. I didn't make anyone happy.

- Leon, come on. - I've let down Holly.

And I've upset an old man. Now, which way is the station?

- Wait, wait, wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

We're here now.

Let's get a drink.

- [scoffs]

All right, one drink.

That's four drinks.

- It's happy hour.

- Yeah, you could've got two for one

instead of four for two.

- Guess I can count.

- Actually, Holly said you were so clever.

- Did she?

- And pretty.

- Oh.

- What? - Oh.

I got brain freeze. - Oh, do this.

- I don't know what you're doing.

- Press your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

Yeah, mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.

[laughs] Hmm?

- Hmm. Oh, it's gone.

- See?

Tiffany.

- Mm-hmm?

- About you moving out...

Uh, you can take the painting stuff.

- Thank you.

- I mean, you did buy it. - Yeah. No, I know.

Well, I mean, my dating did cause the damage.

[laughter]

Leon.

You haven't let anyone down.

- I'm glad you got four of these

'cause I am really thirsty.

- [laughs] Whoa.

[laughs] - Okay, wait.

Wait, I've got one.

Jack and Rose over there.

- Jack and Rose? - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, jeez. Come on.

Wait. There's loads of room.

- Jack and Rose. Very clever.

What about...

Baby and Johnny?

- As in?

- As in "Dirty Dancing."

- Oh, okay.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Mm-mm. - No.

- What are you doing? - Making it real.

- Making it real? - [chuckles] Yeah.

- Okay.

- What do you think?

- Hot.

And, uh, you don't look too bad yourself.

[laughter]

- What should I caption it? #Flatmates?

- Yeah, okay.

- Okay, posted.

To flatmates.

- No, to bedmates.

- I'm gonna go break the seal.

- You should never break the seal.

- [sighs]

Hey, we should head to the station.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, you okay?

Tiffany?

- Huh? Yeah, train. Yeah, sorry.

- What's wrong?

- Is it just me or is it really hot in here?

- Tiffany, tell me. What's wrong?

- No, it's nothing really. I just don't know...

I don't know what to reply-- Like, whether to reply.

If I don't explain what we're doing here--

Like, if I don't reply,

I'm only gonna make it worse.

- Wait, what?

- The thumbs up, the comment. That's Justin.

- Always comes back to Justin.

- Now, I've really upset him.

- With a photo?

- No, it's really insensitive.

So he broke up with Ariella for me.

Now, he's just gonna think I've fucked off to Brighton

with another guy. - Yeah, your flatmate.

- I've seen, you know, Ariella's selfies with Justin.

I know how it feels. - Look.

You asked him for time.

Now he's stalking your socials.

- You don't understand. - No, I don't.

Why does he have such a hold over you?

Where are you--Tiff.

Tiffany!

Tiffany!

Tiff!

- Aah!

- What are you doing?

- Venting.

You should try it sometime.

You're the angriest person I know.

- Me? I'm not angry. - Yeah.

You are furious about everything,

except clearly, it's just about one thing, and that's Richie.

Textbook projection.

- Of course I'm fuckin' angry!

- Then let it out!

- Aah!

Both: Aah!

- Ooh. [laughter]

How do you feel?

- Yeah, better.

- Me too.

Me too.

- [chuckles]

What are you doing now?

Tiff.

- Oh, whoo!

Oh, that's refreshing!

Whoo!

Yes!

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

Hello. - No, no, no, no, no.

I am not getting in the sea.

- Yes. - No, no.

- Come on! We could go wild swimming!

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Ah! - Whoa.

- Ow!

- You all right? - Mm!

- You all right? - Mm-hmm.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Aw, we were gonna go swimming in the sea,

and it was gonna be so beautiful!

- No, Tiffany. Look, you've hurt your ankle, okay?

I'm getting your shoes off. Give me this foot.

- Oh!

[gasps] What about the train?

- Yeah, I don't think the train's gonna happen.

- So you want a double room?

Both: No. - We're not a couple.

- So you want a twin room?

- Would it be weird sharing a room?

We're used to sharing a bed, just not at the same time.

- You don't need to tell her that.

- Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying.

Shall I call my dad?

- Do you have two single rooms?

- Yep.

- Great. How much?

- £119 a night, including breakfast.

- Per room?

- Yeah.

- We'll take the double.

And no breakfast.

- Ow!

- Also, do you have an ice pack we can borrow?

- Hmm. Well, here we are again.

- How's it feeling?

- A bit better.

- That's good. Keep it elevated.

- I'm sorry.

You're supposed to be at home,

and I'm supposed to be in Colindale.

- [chuckles] Well, it's cool.

- So the trip has been a disaster.

- Yeah.

[laughter]

Still, it's been nice to hang out.

- Yeah.

As of tomorrow, you won't have to share your flat with anyone.

- And you won't have to adhere to any house rules.

[tender music]

♪ ♪

- Okay.

- Okay? - [giggles]

[laughter]

- Ow! - Oh, sorry.

- It's fine.

- You okay? - Yeah.

- [moaning]

Oh, that feels so good.

- You feel so good.

- Wait!

- You okay? - Yeah.

Oh, sorry.

No, it's just my, um-- My ankle again.

- Oh. - No, no.

It doesn't mean that you should stop.

[moaning]

What the fuck? - Oh!

[groans] Ow!

Ow!

What was that about?

If you don't want to do this, it's--

- Oh, no, no.

No. No, I mean yes.

No, I do.

Um, but I can't.

It's not you. It's me.

[stammers] No, I don't mean that.

- I don't know what that means. - No, I'm sorry.

Sorry I'm not making any sense.

- [softly] Hey.

It's okay.

- Is it?

- Yeah.

It's been a long day.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Damn.

- I'm sorry. Did I take up the whole bed?

Leon?

[door opens]

- I have croissants.

How's the ankle?

- A lot better.

- Good.

- Look, Leon, about last night--

- No need to explain. - No, I want to.

It's not you.

- Yeah, you said that.

- It's Justin.

- It's okay. I get it.

- No, I don't think you do.

- You want him, not me.

I'm a big boy. I'll get over it.

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

I wanted you last night.

And I wanted to,

but it was more like I-- Like I couldn't.

[exhales sharply]

He always used to say this thing in bed.

"You're mine."

And I liked it at the time,

but I suppose on some level,

I still feel like I'm his...

even though I don't want to be.

- Wow, that's a head-fuck.

- And this is the first time since we broke up

that I've tried to, you know, with someone else.

And I think, you know, you're right.

I think he has this...

hold over me.

And what I realized last night is that--

Well, I suppose everyone's quite fucked up.

But when I'm with you, I--

O feel a tiny bit less fucked up.

- You've been through a lot.

I'm glad I make you feel--

Well, not feel like that.

And for what it's worth,

you make me feel

less like I have to save everyone.

Except you in the sea.

[laughter]

- So what happens now?

- I don't know.

It's time to check out!

- Just a minute.

- [chuckles]

Well, at least it's not a musket.

- Do you mind if I put these in your bag?

- Use that in case they leak.

- Thank you.

What's that?

- It's Johnny White's last letter.

- "Darling Reggie,

Sunday is too far away to bear."

- Gutted we couldn't reunite them.

- We need to go and see Johnny White again.

Right now.

- Right now.

[blows raspberry] Why don't I lead on this one?

Can't let you do all the work.

- Oh, not you again.

- Please, Mr. White, just hear me out.

I work at Mr. Prior's hospice.

If this really isn't you

or if you just don't want to know about it,

then I promise we won't bother you again.

[tender music]

♪ ♪

- You'd better come in.

[tea kettle hissing]

- [chuckles]

- There.

You two lovebirds help yourselves.

- Oh, he's not my boyfriend. - Uh, she's not my girlfriend.

- Oh.

- We're just flatmates.

- I beg your pardon.

You know, in my day,

"flatmates" was how people referred to gay relationships.

- Was Reggie your flatmate?

Is that why you turned us away yesterday?

We didn't mean to unsettle you and bring it all back.

- [sighs] I was ashamed.

[chuckles dryly]

But I was never ashamed of Reggie.

The anticipation of waiting for him to write.

The joy of receiving a letter.

Your generation have no idea what that feels like.

Still, you're lucky in other ways.

You can love who you like.

- You loved him?

- Hmm.

I did.

[sighs] I was scared.

Couldn't see a future for us...

so I cut Reggie off.

How long has he been in the hospice?

- He's been in and out for a couple of years,

but there's still a lot of fight left in him.

- Oh, that sounds like Reggie. [chuckles]

You know, he was the most frustrating and fussy person

you ever met.

Got under my skin like no one else.

I should never have let him go.

- Would you like to visit him?

- I don't know.

I need to think.

- Here are the details for St. Brioc's,

if you decide to visit.

- Thank you. Thank you.

[hopeful music]

♪ ♪

- Do you think Johnny will visit him?

- I don't know,

but at least now he's got a chance.

I don't want you to go.

Don't move out.

- You don't need a flatmate anymore.

And you hate all my stuff being around.

And apparently, I never take out the rubbish.

- I don't care about any of that.

Can't we just go back to how things were?

- I mean, I haven't signed my new tenancy agreement.

I'd kinda be screwing over my poor rich landlord,

but then again, he did put a shower in the kitchen.

- Fuck the landlord! - Yeah, fuck the landlord!

[laughter]

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

- Work's calling.

Work never calls.

Al?

What?

- What's wrong?

Oh, my God. Is it Mr. Prior?

[Patrick Watson's "Here Comes the River"]

♪ ♪

♪ The windows turned to fishbowls ♪

♪ ♪

♪ The city to seas ♪

♪ ♪

♪ The cars were drowning underneath your feet ♪

♪ ♪

♪ The children were swimming ♪

♪ ♪

♪ From the top of the trees ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Crowds of umbrellas were staring in mis-belief ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Well, Mary kept sewing ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Holding on to her TV ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Even if the water was rising past her knees ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Now here comes the river ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Coming on strong ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And you can't keep your head above these troubled waters ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Here comes the river ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Over the flames ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Sometimes you got to burn to keep the storm away ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Sometimes you got to just ♪

♪ ♪

Maia?

- I've been calling you for the last two hours.

- You know, now's not maybe a good time.

- Well, actually, I'm here to see both of you.

I think I can help your brother, Richie.

- I don't understand.

- I found something that could be crucial to his case.

- Why were you even looking into Richie's case?

- It's all in your article.

- You read my article?

- Of course I did.

I've consulted with my chambers,

and they all agree that there's important evidence

that was either missed or withheld.

- What evidence?

Why didn't we know about this before?

- Good questions.

There's a lot to cover if I'm gonna help my new client.

I'm taking Richie's case.

- Okay.

Let's make some good trouble.

[exhales sharply]

- [clears throat] - Cool.

So if we're gonna go back to how things were...

I guess I won't really see you.

- Nope.

But I will write to you.

[laughter]

I'd better unpack.

- Yeah.

You know-- - I just thought--

[laughter]

- ♪ It's always on the tip of my tongue ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I read an article on the Internet ♪

♪ It told me that that's how you know ♪

♪ You're falling in love ♪

♪ Don't really trust what's on the Internet ♪

♪ But maybe just this once ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hate to admit ♪

♪ But it might be true ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hate to admit, but I think you knew ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hate to be lame ♪ - Bye, roomie.

- ♪ But I might love you ♪

both: ♪ It's always on the tip of my tongue ♪

♪ ♪

- ♪ But I stop myself from saying it ♪

both: ♪ Tell myself it's not the right time ♪

♪ Or something dumb ♪

- ♪ But then you kiss me like you do ♪

both: ♪ And we're right back where we started from ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hate to admit ♪

♪ But it might be true ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hate to admit, but I think you knew ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Hate to be lame, but I might love you ♪

- ♪ Do I love him? Do I need him? ♪

♪ Do I want him? Do I care enough to say ♪

♪ That I love him, that I need him? ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't but I wanna feel okay ♪

♪ If I love him, if I need him ♪

♪ Maybe that will make him stay ♪

♪ If I lie, will I still feel this way?

- ♪ It's always in the back of my mind ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Maybe my mistakes are the reason ♪

♪ That I made it back to you in time ♪