Original subtitles

- What the fuck? - Oh, whoa!

- On some level, I still feel like I'm his,

even though I don't want to be.

- I work at Mr. Breyer's hospice.

Would you like to visit?

- I need to think.

- I don't want you to go.

Don't move out.

- I think I could help your brother, Richie.

- I don't understand. - I found something

that could be crucial to his case.

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

I won't really see you?

- No.

[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 ♪

♪ ♪

[Michael Kiwanuka's "Home Again" playing]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Home again ♪

♪ Home again ♪

♪ ♪

♪ One day, I know I'll feel home again ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Home again ♪

♪ Home again ♪

♪ ♪

- Sorry. - Sorry.

- I didn't know whether...

- No, I wasn't sure if...

- House rules.

- Exactly.

- [stutters] - Come in.

- Thanks.

- You nervous?

- Terrified.

- [chuckles nervously] - Are you--

- Oh, yeah. No, I was just gonna--

- Yeah, it's fine.

I'll just get my-- - Okay.

I'm just gonna go in and--yeah.

♪ ♪

Thanks for letting me use the flat.

Out of hours, I mean.

- No worries.

- I wish I could be there today.

- Not every day you're nominated for an award, though.

- Yeah, but I'd rather be at Richie's hearing.

- Do you know how to tie a tie?

[door opens]

- Um...

This is called...

a half-Windsor.

Oh, hold on. - What?

- I'm just gonna go and Google it, actually.

- So, um...

once this is all over--

I mean the hearing and your awards thing...

- Yeah.

- Do you want to maybe, like... - What?

- Go out sometime?

- Are you asking me on a date?

- Maybe? Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

- Oh, my God. - What?

- Am I the first person you've ever asked out?

- What?

- Well, Richie told me.

- [chuckles nervously]

Well, don't keep a man hanging.

- Yes, Leon.

I will go out with you sometime.

[soft laughter]

- Well, you look...

Extremely beautiful.

[quickly] I've got to go now.

- Good luck.

- [exhales sharply]

- See you after? - Mm, definitely.

[tender music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Dancing ♪

♪ Just stay awake with me ♪

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Whoop.

- ♪ Just wait, just wait ♪

♪ But inside my head ♪

♪ The storm clouds lift ♪

♪ And it's like nothing else exists ♪

- Hey, beautiful lady!

- ♪ Just wait, just wait, just wait, just wait ♪

♪ Let's watch the lightning ♪

♪ Strike the trees ♪

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

- Hey, Mum.

- Well, don't you look smart.

- Mum...

I'm sorry.

- [chuckles]

- [scoffs] Are you serious?

- What, you want to go prep?

- No, I want a piece of cake. - All right.

- Richie's favorite.

- For when he gets out. - [exhales sharply]

Don't jinx it.

- It's called a positive mental attitude.

- You sound like my flatmate. - Oh.

Please don't speak with your mouth full.

So how's that working out then?

- Actually, we're going on a date.

- What? - [chuckles]

- You do know what they say about dating flatmates?

"Don't shit in your own backyard."

- Mum. - [snorts]

- She's the reason we're here.

- No, Leon.

You are the reason we're here.

And don't forget that.

[door opens]

- Wow, you look amazing.

- Thank you.

- Right. Gather 'round, you lot.

- You look amazing too. - It's official.

We've been bought by an evil corporation.

[cheers] Thank fuck for that.

'Cause otherwise, I'd have had to fire you lot.

So one for you, Tiffany,

whose fucked up flatshare got us the most clicks this year

and earned us a fucking NOMMY nomination.

Si, one for you,

who boldly ate a saucepan of magic mushroom risotto.

In the name of research, of course.

[laughter] And Rachel.

That partners and passwords piece was

the best thing I've read since my own late '90s diary entries.

You get on the homepage.

In fact, fuck it, you're all going on the homepage.

Cheers.

Mmm! Mmm-mmm!

Mm...

- So when Phil said the winner

goes on the homepage... - Yeah.

- Actually, most of our readers access articles

via social media posts,

so homepage doesn't really mean anything.

- This is all bullshit, isn't it?

- How long are you planning to keep this up?

Look, I know you're precious

about your article being overwritten...

- Precious? - But you still have your flat,

Richie has his hearing.

Like, what is the actual problem?

- The problem is that you turned my article

into a salacious piece of trash.

- Well, it got us nominated.

- I don't want to get nominated like this.

- Okay, look, maybe you're in the wrong job

if you can't handle the heat.

- I can handle the fucking heat.

And I'll keep this up until you apologize

for being such a wanker.

[indistinct chatter]

- Bags, electronic devices.

- Empty your pockets, ma'am. - Take a swig, please.

Bags, electronic equipment.

- So talk me through what happened

on your way home from the club.

- Okay, um... [sighs]

I turned right onto Clapham High Street,

then took a left onto Crescent Lane.

- Uh-huh.

- Uh, and then after, I...

Sorry.

- Richie, we had this down.

What's wrong?

- It's just,

my mum's gonna be out there, and--

I'm embarrassed for her to hear about, you know...

The being sick part and on someone's driveway.

It's just-- it's so wrong.

- Not as wrong as armed robbery.

- It's just not how she brought us up, you know?

- Richie, you are looking at 15 years in prison

and you're worried about embarrassing yourself

in front of your mum?

Look, this kind of appeal--

- One in over a hundred.

I know.

I know.

- I think we've got a good case,

but I need you to get your shit together.

All right?

- Yeah.

- Here we go. Here we go.

Come on. Out you get.

- Nice umbrella. - Come on, Tiff.

- Ugh! Come on, Maia!

- Uh-oh, paps. Look out.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Cheeky bump?

- I don't actually do Class A stimulants.

Didn't you read my piece about casual cocaine use

amongst East London hipsters

funding 70% of Mexico's drug cartels?

- Oh, God, your generation is so boring.

[snorts]

- Oh, wow.

[indistinct chatter]

- You're gonna smash this.

- Thanks.

- [whispers] Go on.

- You're being pretty fucking sanctimonious.

- Excuse me?

- I apologized in my message. - What message?

- And you didn't even bother replying.

- You went over my head!

- Ladies, ladies. Look, you both did a good job.

Let's just get pissed and have a good time.

- Are you serious?

What she did was unethical.

- Hello, and welcome to the NOMMYs.

[cheers and applause]

We are livestreaming these awards today,

so don't forget to tag your posts with the #NOMMYs!

[door opens]

[gavel pounds]

- All rise.

- You're a fine one to talk about ethics.

You appropriated Richie's story.

- No, you appropriated my story.

- Well, at least my version might win you an award.

- Richie's about to find out whether he's gonna spend

the next 15 years of his life in a prison cell,

and you care about a fucking award.

- Be seated.

We will hear the appeal of Richard Campbell

against his conviction relating to an armed robbery.

The initial appeal was denied.

However, this case has been referred

due to an application that there is new evidence.

Yes, Ms. Constantine?

- Everyone charged with a criminal offense

shall be presumed innocent until proven guilty

according to law.

Article 11

of the UN's "Universal Declaration of Human Rights."

And yet,

Richard Campbell was presumed guilty.

I say "presumed"

because there was no real evidence against him.

A man in a hoodie held a gun to a shopkeeper's head.

The fact that Mr. Campbell could not prove he was

where he said he was at the time of the robbery

meant a jury found him guilty.

Thanks to a witness statement

deemed not relevant to the case by police,

despite meeting the test for disclosure,

we now have new evidence

that categorically proves his innocence.

- Why don't you start a charity, hmm? Or a cult?

I mean, you've clearly got this weird savior complex going on.

- I was thinking about starting a charity!

both: Shut up, Si. - I mean, we've already

got ourselves a cult leader.

And you're so indoctrinated, why don't you just,

you know, offer yourself up as a human fucking sacrifice?

- This is CCTV footage

taken from the doorbell security system

of Mrs. Heron's neighbor at number 37 Crescent Lane.

The footage shows Mr. Campbell vomiting

into Mrs. Heron's driveway.

You will also note the trainers he is wearing,

white Reebok Classics,

which were examined and found to still have traces of vomit

despite being put through a 60-degree washing cycle

the following day.

They do not match the trainers that this man is wearing.

[remote control clicking]

As you can see, the gunman is wearing black shoes.

And if we compare times on both films,

in order to be at that place,

at that time,

Mr. Campbell would have had to run half a mile

at the speed Usain Bolt broke the world record

for the men's 100-meter sprint

and have time to change his shoes.

[indistinct chatter]

- Good luck today.

Wish I was there. [bell ringing]

- I think it's time to go back in, you know?

- If you think it's all bullshit,

why don't you just leave?

- I actually think that's the best idea you've ever had.

You should pitch it. - Guys, get involved.

[camera shutter clicks] - Hey!

- Fuck you. Fuck this.

- Oh, hey.

Where are you going? We're up next.

- The award for Breakthrough Digital Talent of the Year

goes to...

Tiffany Moore of Bother!

Hey, come on up here!

[cheers and applause]

- Get it. All right.

Come on. Come on.

- Uh, thank you.

When I was started out in the '90s, it was all about print.

I come from analog, so to win digital is a...

[sniffles] Um...

I'm an immigrant, but these guys are the natives.

And Bother would not be Bother

if it weren't for the raw, young talent stood before you,

behind me.

So I'm just going to pass the mic over to the future.

Tiffany.

[applause]

- Thank you very much.

Yeah, I went into journalism because I wanted to write

stories that were challenging and meaningful.

But then I realized people didn't really care about that.

It's all clickbait.

I guess real lives and real feelings

are just too boring, and--

[playing "To Make You Feel My Love" on piano]

♪ ♪

- ♪ When the rain is blowin' in your face ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And the whole world is on your case ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I could offer you a warm embrace ♪

♪ To make you feel my love ♪

[blows kiss]

♪ When the evening shadows and the stars appear ♪

♪ And there is no one there to dry your tears ♪

♪ I could hold you for a million years ♪

♪ To make you feel my ♪

♪ Love ♪

Hey, baby.

Tiffany Moore...

[crowd gasps]

Will you marry me?

Come on, baby.

Give me that hand.

Don't spoil this. Don't spoil it.

- Uh, no.

- She said yes!

[cheers and applause]

She said yes!

Thank you!

- I didn't know she had a boyfriend.

- Yeah, she doesn't.

- You've made me the happiest man in the world!

Thank you NOMMYs! Thank you!

Thank you! Come on, baby.

- The fact that this witness account

was available but not disclosed in the first proceedings,

leading to Ms. Constantine's discovery

of the new CCTV evidence,

is a grave injustice

to Mr. Campbell's right to a fair trial

and renders his conviction unsafe.

We are all in agreement.

I quash that conviction

and order that Mr. Campbell be released immediately.

Mr. Campbell, you are free to go.

[applause]

- Yes. [sniffling]

[excited chatter]

[laughter]

- There you are, my darling. - Thank you.

- Thank you, thank you. - Speech, speech.

- I want to start by thanking my lawyer,

Ms. Maia Constantine,

who smashed it out of the park today.

- Absolutely. - Thank you.

- Order, order.

- And my mum, Pauline,

who sent me a Tesco fruitcake every month I was inside.

- I nearly forgot.

[laughter]

- Because obviously,

homemade black cake soaked in rum is not allowed.

Lastly, but definitely not least,

my little brother, Leon, for never giving up on me.

This man was so intent on proving my innocence

that he worked five night shifts a week,

rented his bed out to a random girl he met on the Internet.

- And lucky I did.

[laughter]

Welcome back, bro. - Thank you.

- I'm so proud of you.

- I was pretty great, wasn't I?

- Yeah.

I really want to kiss you.

- Well, you can't.

[laughter]

- [sighs]

Oh, my days.

- That better than pruno, yeah?

- I'll make you pruno some time.

- I'm all right.

[laughter]

- Where's Tiffany? I thought she'd be here.

- Yeah, she's coming.

She's at some fancy award ceremony.

- Not an excuse.

- Actually...

I asked her on a date.

- What?

No, you never.

I know you didn't ask her out. - I did.

And she said yes.

- I'm so proud of you! [laughter]

- Chill, it's not like I'm getting married.

- That's it. Deep breaths.

- Let's get out of here, Tiffy, yeah?

- Can't you see she's having a panic attack?

- Let go of me. - I'm sorry.

Who are you? - I'm Rachel, her colleague?

- Right. Well, I'm her fiancé, so...

- Well, she's obviously over the fucking moon about that!

- There you are.

Congratulations.

You have such a great voice.

- Did you do this? - Yes.

- You snuck him in, you gave him a microphone,

and you played the piano for him?

- Yes.

- Adele! Really?

- I was just trying to do a good thing.

I am trying to be a good person.

I'm trying to educate myself

and check my privilege and do better,

but you always make me feel like I'm messing things up.

- Tiffany. - And it's not Adele.

That song is actually written by Bob Dylan.

- Tiffany, this is the guy who cheated on you,

who threw you out of your home.

Now he's gatecrashed-- - I didn't throw her out.

Jesus, she should have been thrown out

of that fucking flatshare!

That arrangement is illegal.

- Wait, did you--

- I was trying to help you, Tiffy.

- By reporting me and Leon to the landlord?

- Okay, he is literally a psycho.

- You know you can't trust Rachel.

- So you do know who I am!

- She's trying to break us up! It's obvious!

She wasn't happy for you when you won that pitch,

and she never once apologized for changing your article.

- I did apologize.

- It's all right--baby. - Don't touch me.

- Tiffany, give me your phone.

- What are you doing?

Wait, come on. Don't-- - No, get off it!

Yeah, he has been deleting your text messages.

- [chuckles]

- That message I sent you, apologizing,

the one I thought you'd ignored...

- [scoffs] She's lying.

- It is literally here on the screen.

- How would I delete her messages?

Jesus Christ!

- Did you used to share passwords?

Yup, he's still signed in to your account.

- She's jealous, Tiffy. - Uh...

- You followed me to the bar that night, didn't you?

You hate small plates.

- I don't hate small plates.

I just find them very inconsistent.

- And Maia? You deleted hers too?

- That's him.

- Do you have a pass, sir? - No, I don't have a pass.

- Then you're gonna have to come with me.

Right, you're gonna have to come with me.

- Fuck off, mate. - Bye!

- Fuck off! Get off!

Tiffy, don't listen to her!

[distantly] Get off!

- Thank you, Si.

[phone chimes]

- Oh, my.

Oh, my God, Tiffany!

- We won.

Richie's out.

Oh, my!

I said I'd meet them afterwards.

- Come on.

- Finally, 4G.

[phone chiming rapidly]

And clickbait.

- ♪ I could hold you for a million years ♪

- Look, how about I get an Uber and take you to the pub?

Yeah? - Uh-huh.

- ♪ My love ♪

- What the fuck?

- Tiffany Moore, will you marry me?

- Mo, come here.

- She said yes!

She said yes!

Thank you!

- Play it again.

- ♪ To make you feel ♪

[laughter]

- ♪ My love ♪

Tiffany Moore, will you marry me?

- Hi, guys. Ariella XX here.

So I wanted to talk to you about "love bombing."

I left the man in this video a month ago

because there were just too many red flags for me.

And thank God I got out of it when I did...

- So she broke up with him?

I don't understand.

- I think, don't try to rationalize.

- He could have had me any time.

So why did he do all that?

Why did he tell me all those lies?

- I told you, he's a psycho.

- Well, what does that say about me?

- It's not your fault. - [sighs]

I'm sorry I called you a wanker.

- [chuckles]

I actually don't understand why wanker is an insult.

- No. What's wrong with wanking?

- Exactly.

[giggles]

Look, it's here.

Hi.

[sentimental music]

♪ ♪

- You look smart.

Did you win?

- Yeah, he's out. - Oh.

Congratulations.

Would you like a hug?

- No, it's okay.

- Oh, cool, cool.

Wait. What are you doing here?

- Didn't know where else to come.

- Well, your timing is impeccable.

Come on.

- Maia! - What is this?

After everything. All the phone calls.

All the messages I sent you which you never reply to.

All that disgusting rosé wine.

You said yes? - No.

Where's Leon? - He's left. Tiffany--

- We're leaving. - What?

- We need to change our destination,

and don't even think about telling me that

the app doesn't let you do that once the ride has ended.

- [scoffs] Wow.

- You just won an appeal

because you spotted a black shoe on a grainy bit of CCTV

that you can't even see what's happening

in a video of your best friend?

- What do you mean?

- Of course she didn't say yes.

- Look who I found.

- Leon!

Would you like a drink?

- Wow.

Mr. Prior, Mr. White.

- Call me Johnny.

- How long has it been?

- Ooh, 63 years.

- All thanks to Holly.

She was a true romantic

and stubborn as hell.

To Holly.

- To Holly.

- To Holly.

- 63 years.

I can't believe it.

- That's because your perception of time

is relative to how long you've been alive.

And you can't contemplate a period

of more than double your own life.

- Hey, where's Leon gone?

- I don't know.

- And I thought Tiffany was coming.

You know he asked her out this morning.

On a date.

- A date? - Yeah, yeah.

I mean, I couldn't believe it either.

And she said yes.

- Oh, God.

I showed him the video.

- What?

- Tiffany Moore,

will you marry me?

She said yes!

She said yes!

- What's the matter?

You look depressed.

- I'm not depressed.

I'm...

I should be extremely happy.

- Well, why aren't you?

- Okay.

The girl I like--

- Who is also his flatmate.

- The one I met in Brighton.

- Although they've only actually met twice--

Well, three times if you include erectiongate.

- Yeah. Thank you, Al.

So this morning,

I asked her out, like, on a date.

both: Ooh!

- She said yes. both: Ah!

- And now, I find out she's engaged to her ex.

- Oh.

- Oh, dear.

- It's probably for the best.

We're too different.

We wouldn't work as a couple.

Like, she's attractive,

and funny, and clever,

but she's kind of all over the place.

I mean literally, with her stuff.

- You used to be like that. - I was not!

- You were a bloody nightmare to share a dorm with.

- Then again, I don't know why she put up with me.

I get mad at her about stupid things

like emptying the rubbish and turning off light switches.

- Well, these things are important.

- I told her to move out

when she was actually trying to help my family.

I wouldn't share my earphones with her.

Of course she said yes to Justin.

I mean, yeah, he's controlling,

and yeah, he tried to get us evicted,

and yeah, he left his boxers in my bedroom,

but he's got all the moves and the hair

and he rides a modern retro motorbike.

I wish them all the best.

I do.

You know, it was kind of sweet in Brighton.

She said this thing.

"Everyone is quite fucked up,

but when I'm with you, I feel a tiny bit less fucked up."

- Well, that's nice.

- Yeah.

Yeah, it was nice.

Oh, fuck!

It's not for the best, is it?

[glass bangs]

Great chat, everyone. Thank you.

- Voicemail. - Look.

We need to find them before they find each other.

Trust me, I know my brother,

and he's terrible at this stuff.

- What are you doing? - I'm drinking your drink.

Now put your coat on, Maia.

Come on. Let's go find them.

- So what's the quickest way to the flat?

- Bus to Charing Cross, then Northern Line, I reckon.

- We are not getting a bus. - Come on.

[dramatic music]

[door rattles] - Fuck!

[cheers and applause]

- Taxi!

[motorcycle revving]

- To Hartshill Road, S-11.

- How many more floors? - Two.

- You can't get out here. It's not a bus stop.

- Look, I know this isn't a bus stop,

but can you please just open the door?

- It's not safe.

- I'm sorry. I have to do this.

- Mate, it's for your own safety.

Come on!

- ♪ Streets of London ♪

♪ Bathed in gold ♪

♪ Streets of London ♪

♪ The grime and grit will make your soul ♪

♪ ♪

- Thanks. Keep the change.

- We don't take cash!

[motorcycle revving]

- Hey, move!

Move, you fucking asshole!

[tires screech]

Whoa!

- ♪ Can't be tamed ♪

♪ Streets of London ♪

♪ Streets of London bathed in gold ♪

[buzzer buzzes]

[door slams] - Fuck! You!

You're a dead man!

- Tiffany!

- Leon?

Oh, shit. Sorry, out of hours.

Uh, I'll come back at 8:00.

- You can't say yes to Justin.

You said yes to me.

I mean to going on a date with me, not to marry me,

but you can't marry him if we're going on a date...

- Leon-- - Because that would be wrong.

- Because I'm not marrying Justin.

- But-- - Are you mad?

- What about the video? - No, I didn't say yes.

Wait. Why aren't you at the pub?

Why are you so out of breath?

- Because I had to tell you.

- I live here, Leon.

I'm not going anywhere.

- It's not that bad, is it?

And much more storage space than you'd think--

Hi. You must be Leon.

Rachel.

- Hi. - Hi.

I've heard so much about you.

You know, the first thing I heard about was your, um--

- Tiffany!

- Oh, my God. Just give me one minute.

- Tiffany, my love! Come on!

Tiffany! There you are!

Tiffy, let me in?

I'm sorry that I handled things badly.

Look, can't you see?

I love you. Can't you see?

We're meant to be together.

Nobody will ever love you like I love you.

- Will you shut up? - You shut up, old man!

I'm trying to declare my undying love here.

- Well, can't you do it quietly?

- You need to leave now, Justin.

- No, no, you're mine. And I am yours.

- No, Justin. You're not mine.

And I'm certainly not yours.

I do regret having sex with you that one time.

It doesn't mean that now we belong to each other.

Oh! - No, no!

- You can take back your ring. - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Okay? - What are you doing?

That is literally your rent for the next six months.

- No, listen to me. I gave you time.

- So what, that's Tiffany's ex? - Yeah.

- Come on down. Let's talk.

Me and you! Please!

Let's just calm down. - I'm not calming down!

Go away! - Wow.

He has lost his absolute shame. - I've had enough of this.

- What? What are you doing?

[coffee beans clattering]

Ooh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Get the fuck away from our flat!

- [gasps] - Whoa!

No!

No, he just tried to kill me!

He just tried to kill me. I'm calling the police.

You see that, yeah? You saw that?

- What, harassment? Stalking?

Not to mention causing a public nuisance.

- Your friend is crazy.

I tried, but there's just no saving someone like that.

- I don't think she wants you to save her, Justin.

- What are you talking about? She is gagging to be saved.

- I can see that you're struggling with reality.

It might be helpful to talk to somebody.

- I am not yours, and I don't want to be saved!

Maybe I do, but not by you.

And the only thing I'm gagging for

is a bucket of popcorn chicken!

So for the last time, fuck off!

- You want a ride?

- Go on.

- Thank God for that.

[motorcycle revs]

- Fuck!

[cork pops] [laughter]

- A big ego.

Delusions of grandeur.

A lack of remorse, empathy, and shame.

- Are you diagnosing Justin?

- A classic narcissist.

- Oh, my God, please diagnose me!

- There's nothing wrong you, Tiff. You're okay.

- Hey, could I just...?

So sorry. - Oh, hey.

You okay? - Yeah.

- Well done for today. - Thank you.

Congratulations. - Thank you.

- So, um...

you know, now that I'm not your client,

uh, do you maybe want to go for a drink or something?

- Actually, I'm spoken for.

- Oh, mm-hmm.

Oh, I didn't mean no disrespect.

I didn't know! - It's fine.

It's actually, um--

it's actually the first time she's publicly acknowledged it,

so thank you.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- [whispers] Sorry. Can I talk to you for a sec?

- Uh, yeah. - Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I've been a self-centered dick.

And I'm actually really, really happy for you both.

- Thank you.

And I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions about the video.

- I mean, it did look like I said yes.

- I mean, it did a bit, but I should know you better.

I'm sorry.

- He'd been deleting all my messages from my friends.

- What? - So I'm a dick,

but I'm not, like, a massive dick.

- I mean, no, just a small, tiny dick.

[muffled music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ I'm feeling cross ♪

♪ 'Cause I just couldn't choose ♪

♪ I will love you forever ♪

♪ Like I always do ♪

- So where you staying tonight, bro?

- I thought I'd stay here.

- Where, exactly?

- Well, on the sofa, innit?

- It's actually only two-thirds of a sofa.

- There's a full-length sofa at Mum's.

- Are you joking with me?

You want me to stay with all them kids?

No chance. [laughs]

- Well, as long as you're comfortable.

- Yeah, yeah. I'll be all right.

- Great!

- Guess I'll get you a blanket.

♪ ♪

- So do I still need

to sleep on the left side of the bed tonight?

- [chuckles] That depends.

You change the sheets? - [laughs]

- Okay, what's next? - Um, you hold this.

- This way? - Mm-hmm.

And I'm gonna just dip.

And then I'll be back.

- See you in a sec. - Okay.

Oh, my.

- You good? - Mm-hmm.

Thanks.

[laughter]

[electronic music playing]

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

[light guitar music]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Oh, my ♪

♪ I didn't know what it means to believe ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, my ♪

♪ I didn't know what it means to believe ♪

♪ ♪

♪ But if I hold on tight, is it true? ♪

♪ Would you take care of all that I do? ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ I'm getting ready ♪

♪ To believe ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And be waving hands ♪

♪ Singing freely ♪

♪ Singing standing tall now coming easy ♪

♪ Mm, no more looking down ♪

♪ Honey, can't you see? ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ I'm getting ready ♪

♪ To believe ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ I'm getting ready to believe ♪

♪ ♪

- Gone for a run.

P.S. I fixed the tap.

You're welcome.

[laughter]

- So do you want to move in together?

- All right.

But I do have a few house rules.

[laughter]

Firstly, I do think we should have a cat.

- A cat is a big responsibility.

- We could put the litter tray on the balcony.

In fact, we could put your litter tray on the balcony.

- I'm not a cat!

- Well, maybe you could start by putting the loo seat down.

- Oh, okay.

Well, maybe you could start to turn off the lights.

- ♪ And be waving hands ♪

♪ Singing freely ♪

♪ Singing standing tall now coming easy ♪

♪ Oh, no more looking down ♪

♪ Honey, can't you see? ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ I'm getting ready ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ I'm getting ready ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ I'm getting ready ♪

♪ To believe ♪

♪ ♪