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[ Upbeat music plays ]

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One rat rope bridge, six nibbling cubes,

and a hamster snuggle pouch.

Yep. Check.

OK, one ferret adventure centre, one supreme gerbil fortress,

one supreme gerbil palace.

Check. No, hang on -- no fortress.

That's fine. We've got the palace.

No, but they're not the same thing.

A palace is just a posh house.

A fortress is a military installation.

I think the bigger question, Daniel, is,

why does a rodent need a fortress?

- Well, fine. Just don't expect it to be able to defend itself

in a siege situation.

You are seriously asking me to restock an item

because you think there might be a Gerbil Stalingrad?

[ Bell dings ]

Oh, shit. Look!

Oh, God, its her.

Look, go and see what she wants.

No, you go and see what she wants.

I'm looking for this fortress.

[Scoffs] I don't want to see her.

Go and do the consult

[ Sighs ] What's in it for me?

- A day off. - Nah.

- Two days off. - Better.

- Starting? - Tomorrow?

- [ Scoffs ] - Alright, straight after you've seen her.

Perfect. My mum's away --

means I can spend a long weekend

with Mistress Venerea and The Ninja Vixen.

Aye?

[ Shudders ]

Right. One squirrel swingball,

one My First Kitten karate kit...

[ Telephone ringing ]

[Whispering] Hello?

[Normally] Yes, uh, speaking, yeah.

Oh, yes, of course I have remembered, yes.

Um, brilliant, great.

Um, well, I-I look forward to seeing him...tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow, that's...perfect, yeah, great.

Great. Thanks so much for calling.

- But he's still having... - That's great. I've got to go.

[woman] Come on, Smithy. Come on.

[Daniel] So, as I say, most likely it's a bug.

Although there's a 1% chance it's a twisted bowel,

in which case those pills I've given you

will be completely useless, and he'll die in agony.

OK? Well good luck with that.

Bye.

Well, you've lost none of your reassuring banter.

Daniel, a word, please.

No, the dog is not really sick.

Yes, she probably just came in here to see you.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I've got a date with a pneumatic redhead

in my newly customized lounge-dungeon.

And I imagine that lady comes with a foot pump.

Now, I've had a fascinating call from PSS because apparently,

a Jonathan Walters is coming tomorrow

to carry out an inspection.

Well they sent a letter

How am I supposed to find anything in that mess?

Mr. Walters, 9:00 a.m., Tuesday 12th.

Easy. See?

I've explained this to you a million times before.

It's such a simple system.

Left hand side, people you can tolerate.

Middle, people you just want to slightly hurt.

Right hand side, people you want to destroy.

OK, then, within that, you've got sub sections --

needs a good slapping, needs a good kicking,

needs an elastic band round the bollocks.

That's quite a big section, that.

So where's Mr. Walters?

Well, his personality is yet unknown,

isn't he, so put in on the neutral shelf.

Haven't assessed him yet. He's a pen-pusher,

so he'll be somewhere between "acid bath"

and "punch to the kidneys."

Right. See ya. Bye.

Bye. Enjoy. [ Mimicking inflation noises ]

[ Deflates ]

♪♪

- [Muffled] Get off! GET OFF! - Well done. Well done.

- What was that? - One minute, seven.

Excellent. You're getting much faster at expressing

those personal boundaries.

Two weeks time, your parents will be here,

and it's crunch time.

Do I have buttock marks on my face?

[both] Yes.

Now, your problem is that you don't just come out with things.

You need to be more honest. More direct. Yes?

- Maybe. - Now, I think the best way

to achieve this would be for us to get stuck

in with some good old-fashioned role-play.

Yes? Yes. Great. OK.

Now stand up and shake it out. Shake it out.

Shake it out. Right, let me think about this.

OK, OK, I've got it. Justine, you're a waitress, and Sara --

sit down, sit down -- sit it down, sit it down --

now, you are a customer.

You're halfway through your starter,

and you find a beetle in it.

I want you to complain.

[ Clears throat ] Excuse me...

Of course.

I am sorry, my leg, it was damaged in an accident.

Oh, for goodness sake. I mean --

Babcia told me not to play on construction site,

but I was young.

I did not know what bulldozer was.

Now all I have is this job. How can I help you?

Yeah, I really cant do this, 'cause that's --

Shush! Just hold it there. Hold it there.

Be honest. Go on.

- [ Clears throat ] Uh. - Yes?

- Sorry, it's the salad -- - You don't like the salad?

My brother made that salad before he died.

Now I make it every day in honour of him.

Yeah, this, it's -- it's ridiculous.

This is brilliant. Just have another go.

How can I help you?

Ah, you're from the Old Country.

Me too, yes. I see you have accident?

I also have accident, I have very, very withered arm,

but I use it like scarf now to keep warm.

So, which part of Poland are you from?

Krakow.

My family also from there many years.

We are like sisters. We have bonded together, yes?

So come get the beetle out of this shitting salad!

Excellent! Hug it out.

- Oh, no. - Hug it out.

Hug it out. Oh!

[ Cellphone ringing ] Oh, sorry. I've got to go.

[ Sighs ] I promised One Direction

I'd give them a status workshop.

If I'm one second late, little Harry will be

MILFing the heck out of something.

Hello, Harry! Now, I've told you to stop sexting me.

You're really good at that role-play stuff.

Thanks. I love it.

Don't suppose you want to do anymore, do you?

Sure. Who am I?

Right, you're going to be an receptionist at a busy vets.

Now, your job is to welcome clients

and also sort out the disastrous filing left by your predecessor.

- Great! - Great. Alright.

Well, you start tomorrow. [Quieter] Minimum wage.

♪♪

Thank you.

[ Bird chirping ]

God, this is looking so tidy.

This is a great job. Are you enjoying it?

Hi, I don't know you.

I'm Anne-Marie. The agency sent me.

Wow, you really like to get deep into character, don't you?

Hello. Uh, don't bin that.

That's for the rescue centre, so just pop that up there.

I'm trying to raise some cash for them.

They're going down the tubes, poor things.

Alright, listen, send the next patient in, Justine, thanks.

[ Clears throat ]

- [Quietly] Ann-Marie. - Oh, sorry, Ann-Marie.

Mrs. Batalova, the vet will see you now.

I have been waiting fifteen minutes.

If you were in Russia, you would be in gulag by now.

I am Ivanka Budska Carolina Batalova.

Husband is Dmitri Konstantin Batalova.

And this is our baby son, Sasha Anatoli Vadim Kutchera IV.

Hello there, little fella.

Don't touch him. Don't ever touch him.

Do you have any idea who this is?

Sasha. The fourth.

This is a dog from Russia's most famous bloodline.

His ancestors have licked the feet of the Tsars

all the way back to the 14th century.

His great-great-great-great grandfather

defecated in Lenin's shoe.

Don't ever touch him.

OK. Perhaps you can tell me what's wrong with him.

A week ago we introduce Sasha to Alexandria Chermatova,

the famous bitch.

He did not like her. We left them alone together.

Nothing.

Now my husband refuse to have him in the house

until he makes masculine eruption.

He cannot make sexy with other dog.

He is wrong penis, maybe.

- Um, uh -- - You can help?

- I'll certainly try. - Have you heard of oil?

- Yes. - You've heard of gas.

- Yes. - We own them.

If you help Sasha to achieve the wood,

I pay you much, much money.

The Russian way, in bag in boot of car.

- And if I don't? - Same for you. Boot of car.

[ Door opens, bell dings ]

Jonathan: Ah, good morning.

I'm from the Practice Standards Scheme.

Achoo! [ Sighs ]

- Justine: Oh, here you go. - Oh. Thank you.

[ Sniffles ] Yes. I'm Jonathan Walters, PSS.

Um, are you the receptionist or one of the vets?

I-I am a vet.

Ah. Well, I inspect vets.

Uh...

Oh, no, no, no.

Um, no.

Okay, I just want to get some kind of idea

as to the type you like.

- So...let me know. - [ Dog panting ]

Something long-haired?

No? Short-haired?

How about something Continental...or exotic?

- [ Dog whimpers ] - [ Sighs ]

- I don't know. Are you gay? - [ Dog growls ]

Alright. Alright, easy.

You Russians, you're all the same.

[ Dog panting ]

Justine: So, that's my dream --

A plastic-surgery clinic for animals.

- Called Pug Ugly? - Yes.

- Jonathan: Hmm. - I want it to be classy.

Oh, of course. Well, I've never understood

the joys of small-animal surgery.

For me, it's about all things equine.

Nothing beats sitting astride a stallion,

that taut barrel between your thighs,

breathing in that fresh, salty sweat,

feeling your hearts beating as one,

and then jump!

- Ahhh. - Mm.

- Do you know what I mean? - Not really.

Anyhow, we should, uh, trot on,

- get on with this inspection. - I'm, uh, not sure

- what's keeping our senior vet. - [ Dog whining ]

Perhaps we should hurry her along.

Yes, why not.

[ Dog panting ]

Sara: [ Russian accent ] You want a bit of butt, huh,

in your face?

I'm the Beyoncé of animal behaviorism.

- Look at this, look at this. - Achoo!

[ Dog panting ]

This is Jonathan.

[ Normal voice ] Of course.

Jonathan Walters, PSS.

I've been chatting to your colleague.

And I have to say, she's abreast

of some very cutting-edge surgical techniques.

Really?

Oh, uh, lovely to meet you.

Achoo!

Um, one thing.

On the form, there are two vets listed at the practise,

but I've got them written as Sara and Daniel.

Is that right?

That should read Danielle.

Danielle. I'll make that change.

And you just do small animals here, yes?

- Mm-hmm. - Nothing bigger, like h-horses?

Well, it's very hard to get a horse

into a small urban practice.

Yeah. Your loss.

Well, Danielle has offered to take me on a tour

of the premises,

so if I can just take a moment to clear my nostrils,

[Inhales deeply] I'll be right with you.

[ Sighs ]

- What are you playing at? - I'm role-playing.

- Like you asked. - I said receptionist, not vet.

[ Sighs ] You know, got bored.

Well, I get bored, but I don't suddenly turn into a florist!

Why are you talking with that Northern accent?

Well, the only thing I could think of was...

Both: "All Creatures Great and Small."

Hmm. Well, thanks very much, Tristan.

You have landed me right in it.

♪♪

Jonathan: Well, thank you both.

That was a very interesting briefing.

I'll certainly take on board your comments

about a uniform, Danielle.

Yeah, I mean, do think about it. I'd -- I'd go floral or pastel.

You just -- [ Sighs ]

Something to soften the whole evil-inspector vibe.

Hmm.

Well, I'll, uh, see you tomorrow then.

Tomorrow?

Yes, for the one-on-one interviews.

It's just the basics -- uh, CPD records,

rates of post-surgical infection, that sort of thing.

I might watch a procedure, too, if that suits.

Absolutely.

Well, uh, have a good evening.

And, uh, thanks.

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

- I think that went brilliantly. - [ Door creaks ]

You told him we'd treated a unicorn.

Yeah, yeah, well, I was trying to impress him.

I mean, they're -- they are rare, aren't they?

- They are, they are very rare. - Justine: Hmm.

How come I didn't know he was coming two days in a row?

Where's that -- Where's that letter?

Oh, here.

Under "S" for "Scary."

Does anybody file traditionally anymore,

or is it always done by emotional states?

This isn't going to work.

I'm going to need to get Daniel back.

I'm going to tell him a story.

I shall say that you were a locum or...

just a passing nutter.

Justine: Oh.

So, does that mean the role play is over?

Yes.

Well, who am I going to be now?

Erm...Justine?

And what is her motivation?

D'you know, I've never really had a clue.

[ Telephone ringing ]

Man: Please leave a message.

Eve: Hi. This is a message for Sara.

It's Eve. Erm... [ Sighs ]

Okay, when you get this, can you call me?

I really need to talk to you. It's about my dog.

Are you there? If you're there,

please can you pick up? It's urgent.

Aren't you going to call her back?

Nope. It's a ploy.

She knows that I know she's seeing somebody.

So this is just another way of reeling me in.

But h-her dog is...

It's a lie. Trust me.

- Gosh. - Mm-hmm.

Can I just keep the Northern accent?

No, lass.

♪♪

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Daniel!

Daniel!

Oh, it's you.

What the bloody hell are you doing here?

Look, it's going really badly, this inspection.

Really badly. I just need you to come by

tomorrow and help me out, please.

No, I'm sorry, I told you I'm busy for the next few days.

It's, uh, Ninja Vixen time.

Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot.

Yes, it's, er -- it's you and Red Sonja

and Queen Carnal, Empress Gonorrhoea,

all just holed up for -- for the weekend.

Great.

You'd rather sit in that flat and play video games

than help me out, you loser.

- Who dares to call you a loser, Prince Gothica?

Be calm, my princess, or you may wake The Vixen.

So sorry to interrupt. Erm, great to meet you.

Erm, lovely sword, by the way.

Er, I-I should go anyway. I was just going to...

- Yeah, if you wouldn't mind, I'm mid-wargasm here.

[ Chuckles ]

Sara: Okay, so, you're not that into bondage, then?

We know that. So vanilla.

[ Soft South Asian music plays ]

Right, now, I think we could kick off with a little relaxer

that I picked up from the Cujareno tribe in the Amazon --

"La Danza de las Mujeres Desnudas Hormonales,"

or ''The Dance of the Hormonal Naked Women."

Right, now, what we need is some rush matting

and a couple of corks. Okay?

No?

- No. - No.

Toria: Shame.

Never mind, let's do a simple exercise instead.

We each take it in turns to make a claim,

and then the others guess whether it's true or false.

[ Chuckling ] Right.

Toria: Eventually, we build up enough trust

and knowledge of the group to be able to disclose

something, erm, genuine. Yes? Alright, Jamie, you start. .

Alright, okay, erm, huh, I like relaxing with...

- That's a lie. He never relaxes. - Aah! She's good, she's good.

My turn, my turn, my turn.

I once played Spin the Bottle with the Queen Mother.

- True. - True.

False. [ Laughs ]

No, it was Prince Albert of Monaco.

[ Laughter ]

Erm, I once exploded a gerbil.

- True? - False.

Actually, it's false. It just mildly expanded.

Wait, I was once cautioned by the Italian police

for cleaning toe jam from Michelangelo's "David."

- True. - True.

- Aw, I'm rubbish at this. - Women: [ Chuckling ]

Last night, I had an erotic dream about Jamie

in which we performed Position 16 of the Kama Sutra,

- the Wheelbarrow. - That's false.

I think its true.

It is true.

And then we went on to perform the Wagon Wheel

- and the Angry Lobster. - Oh, God.

Rrrr. Well, I once took down

a-a client's details from our records,

and then I went to her house,

because I've got a really terrible crush on her,

and it's -- it's doomed to failure.

- True! - Jamie: True!

- Well done! - Jamie: Ah!

- Sara: Oh, God! - Toria: Jamie,

get the stopwatch, right? I'm coming in.

Sara: No, get off. Not that.

- Toria: I'm coming in. Sara: I don't want to be reborn.

I don't want to be reborn.

♪♪

- Morning! - Morning.

- No luck with Daniel, then? - No.

He's currently upside down, being flagellated

by an Essex leather princess.

- Well, I-I got your message. - Mm-hmm.

- And, erm, I am ready. - Yeah?

I spent all of last night researching being a vet.

Ask me anything. Anything at all.

What vaccines do you give a 10-week-old pup?

Measles, mumps, rubella,

and if it's been a cold winter, a flu jab?

How do lambs acquire immunity?

I want to say, if they become diplomats,

but I know that's -- that's not right, is it?

- No. - Or is it?

We're doomed.

No we're not.

Er, I've -- Cos I've got a backup plan.

- Sara: Oh, God. - I've asked Jamie to come in

and he's going to kick up a fuss about his rabbit's appendix.

Rabbits don't have appendixes.

Well, then you'll be able to tell him that,

and you're showing off your knowledge.

[ Door opens ]

Morning.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

No, thank you. I'm a little pressed for time.

So let's crack on with the interviews

and have a look at your surgical rota.

Do you have copies of your CVs?

- CVs? - Jonathan: Yes.

I assume you do have copies.

Yeah, of course, we do, in our cupboard.

Filed under...F-Fuh.

- [ Dramatic music plays ] - [ Knock on door ]

Come in.

Take a seat.

So...Daniel...

That's a good start isn't it? Change that to Danielle.

I've been reading your mission statement --

"I can lead a horse to water, but I can't make it drink."

What does that even mean?

"I am a sexual talisman who brings energy,

vigour, and potency to the party."

- Right. - Don't interrupt me.

[ Paper rustles ]

"My hobbies include battle reenactments,

cage fighting, helping animals, and big game hunting."

♪♪

"I pride myself on my attention to detail,

team management skills, organisational abilities,

and my attention to detail."

- Ah. - I haven't finished.

I quote, "I am very experienced at pubic relations."

Not presenting a very good picture, is it?

Right, sum yourself up in 18 words.

Oh, erm...

This isn't counting towards my words, is it?

Really?

So, how many have I got left?

Oh.

[ Clicks tongue ]

Care to tell me what's going on?

What do you mean?

Well, your colleague Danielle.

What about her?

She's patently not qualified.

What gives you that idea?

When I asked her about her training,

she cited "Springwatch" and "Lambing Live."

She thinks a gecko is a baby T. rex.

She's a maverick.

When I asked her which animal she'd most like to encounter,

she said, "A Wookiee."

Oh, God, not Wookiee.

[ Sighs ]

Okay, she's not a vet.

She's -- She's my friend.

She's here helping out,

and we were a vet short and, well, she knew

how important this inspection was to me,

so stuff just snowballed from there.

I lied. I'm sorry.

I'm -- I'm prepared to face the consequences.

But why would you do that? Why lie?

To smooth things over, to avoid disappointing someone.

To indulge someone's fantasy of being something they're not.

Haven't you ever done that?

I always wanted to be a pirate, but frightened of water,

so I became a vet.

How about you?

You can't have always wanted to be an inspector.

Achoo!

Oh, damn it. Where's my inhaler?

Thought you said you had a cold.

- I do. - Well, why would you need

- an inhaler? - Why not?

- Where the hell is it? - Well, no reason.

But, I mean, inhalers, you usually use if you've got --

Have you been shaving cats in here?

- You have, haven't you? - No!

Well, one or -- Well, there was two maybe.

Jonathan: Just help me look for it, please.

Yeah.

Ah. Here.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Why do you need an inhaler, Jonathan?

I mean, usually, you'd use an inhaler for --

Alright! Just give me the inhaler, please.

[ Sighs ]

[ Inhales deeply ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

You wanted to be a pirate.

Well...I always wanted to be a vet.

From the moment I saw my first horse, I knew it.

A palomino called Sally.

Lovely springy barrel,

the way her spine dug into my tailbone.

[ Clears throat ]

So I studied and studied, got into vet school.

And then, out of nowhere, in the second year,

I started wheezing and coughing, and, well, that was it.

I'm sorry.

My only real regret is that I --

I never got to save a life.

Nobody in a suit ever did any anything as wondrous as that.

- [ Door opens ] - Jamie: Is there a vet here?

I need help.

Help! I-I need a vet!

Help! Hi. I-I need a vet.

Er, my rabbit's appendix have burst.

- Rabbits don't have appendix. - Rabbits don't have appendix.

Er, well, there -- there's something very wrong with her,

and I need you to come with me now.

[ Dog barking ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Oh, no. Oh -- Oh, no.

Oh -- Oh -- Oh, no.

No, no, no, no. Get it --

Get it away from me. No, I'm in moleskin.

- I'm in moleskin! - [ Thud ]

I-I'm sorry, I-I'm not allowed to touch him!

He's related to the Romanovs or something!

Oh, God. Oh, no, it's got its lipstick out.

Not the moleskin. [ Whimpers ]

- Eve: Can you help me, please? - Aw!

He just collapsed. He's been puking all day.

- Didn't you get my message? - Oh, just keep him lying still.

I need to check his stomach. And that is very swollen.

Okay, we're going to skip bloodwork and radiography.

Daniel, can you prep the surgery, please?!

Daniel!

Oh, shit.

Erm, I can do it... if you like.

Okay, erm, I need you to prepare the surgery

for emergency gastrotomy.

I will need minor surgery pack, and scrub in.

Justine, you too, scrub in.

Okay, beginning exploration.

Midline abdominal approach, cutting along the linea alba.

Justine: Blood pressure 1:37, 1:38...

still rising...

That's the digital clock, Justine.

This is exciting, isn't it?

I haven't been in an operating theatre

since I removed an infected bit from a Shetland.

The way the light caught her shaggy mane.

She was naked. I was naked. We were all naked.

Hate to interrupt. Do naked later.

Let's save this dog.

Look, there's something in here, blocking the pylorus!

Can't see it.

Listen, do you want to take the reins?

I'd love to. Now, before I begin,

I need to know how many hands is he.

Okay, one, two, three, four.

- Four and a thumb. - Four and a thumb.

- Sara: Forceps. - Jonathan: Forceps, right.

Aah!

God, how did I miss that?

What is that? It's a palace.

- Actually, it's a fortress. - Not you, as well.

Justine: Is there a difference?

A fortress is a military installation.

Justine: You're my hero.

Okay, right, okay, let's clean the wound.

Jonathan: Achoo!

- Might need -- - Achoo!

- Just want to -- - Achoo!

That's just fine. It's just snot.

[ Monitor beeping ] Damn.

- He's losing too much blood. - Justine?

Justine: I've got a steady reading of 9.5

They're the weighing scales! You're standing on them.

I can't stabilise the pressure!

Sara: Alright, increase fluids.

Not you, Justine, the dog! Clamp!

- Clamp. - Jonathan: Come on.

Come on, boy.

We're not going to lose you. [ Snorts like horse ]

Whoa, that apple.

Easy. [ Clicking tongue ]

Whoa.

Easy, there.

[ Sighs ]

Perfect job, Jonathan.

Thank you.

Now, pass me that suture needle,

and let's get this gelding sewn up.

♪♪

Not quite sure what to make of the past couple of days,

but, er, thank you.

It's been great to get back in the saddle.

Well, thank you. I mean I promise I'm going to be

an awful lot more straightforward next time.

Ah, your secret's safe with me. Oh, I hope you don't mind.

I'd like to keep this as a souvenir?

It will sit well next to my dressage cup.

- Of course you can. - Jonathan: Thank you.

Achoo!

[ Both sigh ]

Well, now we've both got a souvenir.

Indeed. Nice to meet you.

And you.

[ Sighs ]

I need to warn you, he's left half his sinus cavity

in your dog's stomach.

Oh, does that mean we need to come back?

- Stop it. - [ Sighs ]

I came to your house.

Oh, so, that was you by the bins,

in the night-vision goggles?

I came to your house.

I know you did. Well, I guessed it was you.

You ran off. I wanted to --

Very sorry. Um... I've been incredibly childish.

I should have answered the phone when you called,

and I should have done that consultation,

and that was incredibly unprofessional.

- It won't happen again. - I'm here for Sasha.

- Have you made him erect yet? - Erm, I haven't, no,

but, erm, our resident sexologist, Dr. James, has.

Excellent. My husband will be delighted

that there is no longer a eunuch in the house.

I bring you this, as arranged. Do not ask where it comes from.

Where is my dog? We must plunge him immediately

into Alexandria Sheremetyevo VII while she is still drippy.

He's -- He's just there. I'll -- I'll get him.

[ Sighs ]

Okay, Jamie, time to go.

Jamie: Where are we going?

Sara: Well, I'm not going anywhere,

but you are going with a very nice Russian lady

to create the next generation of Slavic sex pest.

I'm not going. You can't make me.

Well, I'm not going to make you, no.

Erm, but I can offer you [Gasps] this,

which could be, I don't know, lifetime supply of mop heads,

microfibre cloths, hand sanitisers,

whatever you want it to be, really.

- Hmm. - Now, you promise me

- there'll be no touching? - I promise.

Sara: Alright, all sorted, Mrs. Batalova.

Dr. James will come with you now and oversee the mating.

[ Whispering] Sasha, just so you know that the last dog of hers

who didn't make sexy ended up as that coat,

so get it up, old fella.

[ Dog panting ]

[ Door opens ]

Listen... about the other day...

it is over. I just --

I haven't had the guts to say so, that's all.

[ Normal voice ] It's not for me to judge you.

You know? I would be hypocritical.

Plenty of things I've haven't told the people I love,

so it's just call it quits.

We really need to sort ourselves out, don't we?

It's so boring!

How do you think I feel?

It's the first time I've ever had to be a grown-up.

Horrible. I suggest you leave now

before I change my mind.

- How long before you crack? - Three seconds.

- Three seconds isn't long enough.

You're being very strict.

- One second. - Alright! I'm gone.

Very strict. Go on, run.

[ Sighs ]

[ Knock on window ] Jamie: Sara!

Sara, I'm not going. I'm not going.

Okay? I know you can hear me.

You cannot make me sit in a confined space

with that perverted hound! [ Dog howling ]

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