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- I've always
liked beginnings best.

When you feel
everything's possible.

When you can just be
who you want to be.

When the past doesn't exist.

But it has a way
of finding you out.

So, just when you
let your guard down,

there it is.

- Is Leo up?

Thought he might like to
come for a ride with me.

- Leo?

- And you must be?

- Benjamin.

I'm guessing you're--
- Ted.

- Leo?

Your father's here.

- Is a tea
out of the question?

- Can I give you a hand?

Julia?

- Chivalrous, as
well, my goodness!

- I try.

- So how are you enjoying

your maiden voyage, Benjamin?

- Devon, you mean?

- And the house, how are you
enjoying being in the house?

- Julia's done a lovely job.

- Leo, for the fourth
time, your father's here!

- Kettle's boiled.

- All right, Dad?

Benjamin.

You've met, then.

- Yeah,
good to see you, Leo.

- I was just asking
Benjamin, here,

how he's enjoying
the family home.

Served us well, didn't it, son?

Happy memories and all that.

How's that tea coming along?

- We need to have it black.

- Hey.

You okay?

- We racing, or
am I going easy on you?

- You go easy on me?

- 20 quid says
I'll whip your arse.

- What a lovely imagery.

- Get what you came for?

- What, going for a
bike ride with my son?

- It's pathetic, is what it is.

- You can talk.

To be honest, I didn't realize
getting the divorce through

would affect you so much.

- Your home is incredible.

Your kids are so lucky.

- I don't look back.

There's nothing good there.

- Just guilt.

- Shame.

- This day
in front of me,

that's about all
I can deal with.

- But even then.

- There's always
something to wreck.

- You look like shit.

Out again last night?

- Morning to you too.

- We need to
talk about Benjamin.

- Have you been speaking to Dad?

- Of course not,
why, what's he said?

- Some rambling voicemail
about Benjamin being in Devon

and what we're going
to do about it.

- Well, he's right
about that, at least.

- You're in a
charming mood today.

- So, I've done
some due diligence.

The man has no social media
footprint, like, none.

Now, for a normal person
of someone his age,

that is positively suspicious.

I'm thinking, you and me,

we follow him, find
out what he's about.

- Follow him, are you on crack?

- If he's hiding
something, we'll find out,

and fast, before Mom
gets hurt any more.

- No.

Not doing it, no way.

I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

- How often
do you come up here?

- I used to do it every day.

- Until I became a
horrible distraction.

- Well,
there is that, yes.

No, it predates you.

When everything happened
with Ted, Marsha,

I found myself just not
finding pleasure in anything.

Especially my favorite
things, so I just.

I didn't do them.

Am I going senile, or--
- No.

Everybody's looking at us.

- God, this place,
I hate it sometimes.

- So, why stay?

- My kids.

- Pretty sure they're classed
as adults by now, aren't you?

- Spoken like a non-parent,
they're always kids.

This is always their home.

However small it is.

Sod it, let's go back to
London for a few days.

- Which wouldn't
count as running away?

- Which absolutely wouldn't
count as running away!

- And I have heard you.

And I am telling you that I
am working on it, all right?

Yeah.

All right, okay.

- Who was that?
- Oh, thanks.

Just some PPI nonsense.

So, where to first, then, eh?

V&A, Imperial War Museum?

Or shall we just
be terribly behaved

and sack off all things cultural

and head to the nearest bar?

Cheers!

- Do you know what
I'd really like to do?

- Please don't say
the London Eye.

- I'd like to meet
some of your friends.

- It's
all right, come on.

- Get a room.
- Bugger off.

- Dark horse.

- Bianca, Julia,
Julia, this is Bianca.

- Hello.
- And this

reprobate here is Zac.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Oh!
- Oh!

I say we devise a reason
to get rid of Benji here,

and then we can
give you the lowdown

on his most dire
character traits.

- Oh, I think we can spare her
the war stories, don't you?

- Fine, I'll just have to
settle for grilling you, Julia,

on how this fledgling
romance came into being.

- Forgive him, Julia.

He's excitable.

- So, shoot me, I'm excited.

Benjamin out past
eight.

And introducing us
to a lady, no less.

Now, I need some deets.
- For God's sake!

Is this a set-up, or
an organized vibe?

I'm sensing no to
Tinder.

- It was just by
chance, in a museum.

- A museum?

You lucky fuck.

I can't even pick up in a bar.

- Not that you're trying.

- Past tense, my dear.

Scout's honor.

- I don't believe for one minute
they let you in the Scouts.

- Tell me his opening gambit.

Oh, um.

You know what, I can't
actually remember.

It was only that he was nice,

and he didn't have to be.

- And how long has he
been hiding you away for, Julia?

- It's only a, what is it?

It's a couple of weeks.

- No, no, don't downplay it.

You see, that right
there is the best bit.

Before the sheen wears
off and the truth outs.

- Thank you, baby.

- Sh!

It wasn't me, it was a cat.

Very large cat.

- What are you doing here?

- What am I doing here?

I live here.

Not here, here, obviously,
but I live here in London.

You don't.

You live in LA,
with all the twats.

- It's late, Della.

- What I'd like to know
is why I had to hear

from my idiot brother
that you'd moved back.

Talking basic common courtesy.

One text, nothing fancy.

Not even a kiss, if
you're still pissed off.

Although it was a year ago

and that's a long time
to hold on to anger.

Just saying.

But no, no text, no call,

no carrier pigeon.

So, what were you just
planning never to see me?

- You done?

- For now.

That was deliberate,
just so you know.

- Go home, Della.

- Emily?

- It's nice, to see
Benjamin so happy.

- He's not normally happy?

- This past year, not so much.

Which makes me very
sad, because, you know,

he's very special.

- Is it because of his break-up?

- That's it, he told
you the stories, yes?

- Oh, I only know
it ended badly.

- He bought the ring, asked
for the parents' permission.

You know, did everything proper.

Took it seriously, like he does.

And then he asked her,
and it's not just a no.

It's a, "No, and I've
got someone else."

- Oh, God!

He must have been crushed.

What was she like?

Sorry, I don't mean to--

- No, no, come on, it's
completely natural.

I've already spent
three, maybe four hours

looking at Zac's profile,
checking out all of his exes,

getting crazy jealous.

- Ha!
- Hm.

- Do you have a photo of her?

- Of course.

- Would you judge me?
- I'll show you.

No judgment.

Ali was, well, I guess you
would say pretty, blonde.

- Young.

- You're more beautiful,
and I don't lie.

Ah, okay, you ready.
- Bottoms up!

- Cheers, everybody.

- Ooh!
- Sorry.

- Oh, where we going?

- Warehouse party, Manor House.

- I'm in.

- I think we're going to pass.

It's a school night.

Come here.

- Oh, he's keeping
your wings, Julia.

- He's not.
- Don't let him

clip your wings.

- Come on, you're all right?

Come on.

- Bye!

- Bye!
- I wanted to go.

- Trust me,
you really, really didn't.

- Because
I'd embarrass you?

- Why would you think
you'd embarrass me?

That was...

- Hey, what's--
- Come on, come on, come on.

- What's your address?

- I thought we'd go
back to that hotel, no?

- Oh, did you now?

- Yeah, I've been
dreaming of the bathtub

and all the things I'm
gonna do to you in it.

- All of which you
could do at yours.

- Sorry, I was
just picturing my bathtub,

and the rest of my flat,
come to think of it.

Look, my cleaner comes tomorrow.

I can't let you
see it before then,

for health and safety,
you'd go right off me.

- Impossible.

- Where we going, then?

- Sorry, mate.

The hotel, come on, surely.

Why have cotton, when?

- I'm paying, I suppose.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Oh, come on.
- What?

- I do have my own
money, you know.

- Look, let's just go
to yours and I promise

I will not judge any of
your unclean surfaces.

- I've already
said, not tonight.

- Okay.

It is actually
starting to feel like

you don't want me to
see where you live.

Feels a bit like you've
got some, I don't know.

I don't know, maybe
some woman stashed away.

- Is that really what you think?

- It's called a
joke, I was joking.

- Yeah, yeah, well,
you know what?

It didn't really feel like it.

Why don't you go and
I'll call you, okay?

- Come in, come in.

- Who is that?

- I caused a fuss, sorry.

I should have called first.
- It's fine, it's my mom.

- Yeah, I can see that.

Hi, Julia.

- Are you drunk?

I thought you were
out with Benjamin.

- Can I stay?
- Yeah, course.

- What's he done?

- He hasn't done anything.

I wanted to see
my grandchildren.

- At one in the morning?

- I'll just go up
to bed, if I may.

- Get the room
ready for your mom.

- Oh, no, please don't
go to any trouble.

Sorry about this.

- No more apologizing.

The girls'll be thrilled
to see you, as are we.

- Lottie's into hiding
stuff at the moment.

She finds it hilarious.

We find it less so.

You got everything you need?

- Yeah, thanks.

Very good.

- What do you think, Granny?

- Very sun-like.

- Are we going
to see Grandpa as well?

- Granny's come
all the way from Devon

to surprise you, which
is nice, isn't it?

- How about I pick
you up from school?

- Oh, I think that's a yes.

- How are the lovebirds?

- I'm at your brother's.

I've put you on speaker.

- My favorite.

- Do you want to say
hello to your Uncle Leo?

- Hi, Uncle Leo.
- Hi, Lottie.

- Morning, Leo.
- Yeah.

- You're up early.

- Hmm, not out
of choice, believe me.

Some dude's here
to service the Aga.

- Right, well, you
know where it is.

- Can Mom have her coffee now?

- I'm not stopping
her have her coffee.

- Come and see us soon, Leo.
- All right, have a good day.

- All right, thank you
very much, goodbye, mate.

- You don't always need to
be so hard on your brother.

- How was that--

- I'd like to cook Sunday lunch.

To say thank you for having me.

- Oh, well, no need,

but I'll never say no
to one of your roasts.

Will it just be...

- Yes, Patrick,
it'll just be me.

- So, we've got nappies,
wipes, a teething ring.

Which she will stuck on for
two minutes if you're lucky,

before lobbing it out.

Let me--
- Eimear,

I have had three of my own.

- Right you are.

- I'm just gonna take
her round the parks,

so you can get your
head down for a bit.

- I'd literally
murder for a nap,

or at the very least maim.

But I have a call booked
with my old clerk.

- You're not going
back to work, are you?

- I want a life for myself.

- Thank you.

Hi.
- Hey.

Come in, come in.

- Korea's waiting.

- Of course, I'll
just one sec, Del.

- Mm-hm.

- Sorry, this is
Della, my sister.

And this is Heidi, my associate.

- So, Heidi, on a
scale of one to ten,

how much of a cock is
my brother to work for?

Mm, that bad?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Bye.

- She likes you.

- Right.

- You're not?

- I'm not what?

- Brought us lunch.

- Right, well, you didn't need
to, we have people for that.

- Yeah, I know, I'm
one of those people.

- Right, hold on.

First.

So, he is legitimate.

- Julia?

- Oh, Bianca, hi!
- Hi!

You're waiting for Benjamin?

- No, no, I'm just I'm
waiting for a bus, actually.

- Oh, okay.

You're in the right spot for it.

Erm.

I will leave you to it.

I am craving caffeine.

He's working from home today.

Not that you asked.

- Don't tell him you saw me.

- Bye.

- Good afternoon,
HTK, how can I help?

- Oh, hi there, it's
Jonathan from Ardley & Co.

I was just wondering
if you could help me.

We've had some exceptional work

delivered to us
from Benjamin Green

and I just want to send
a token of appreciation.

Problem is, I think we have an
old address for him on file.

- It's genuinely scary...
- Okay,

let me just check for you.

- Shh.
- What address do you have?

- How good a liar you are.

- It's 58 Jarwood Street.

- Ah, no, he's 125B

Ferndale Road, W2 3CV.
- 125B Ferndale Road, W2 3CV.

Great.

Thank you very much,
that's really helpful.

- Is there anything else?
- Thank you, bye.

Boom!

- You could take Mom
for a romantic meal

in the chicken shop.

- You've lived in
Barnes too long.

I knew it'd make a twat of you.

- A man wants to
go up in the world.

Who can blame him?

So, he goes out,
finds a rich old,

and let's not forget,
vulnerable woman.

And then bingo!

Goodbye, shithole flat, hello,
six-bedroom house in Devon.

- Why do you always think
the worst of people?

- Why do you think?

- I can't answer.

Not when we're.

- Why are you whispering?

Oh, uh.

- Della?

Can you hear me?

- Mom, I'm about to go onstage.

- It's just a quick one.

Are you free for Sunday lunch?

Doing a chicken, nothing fancy.

- Thing is, Mom--

- I know
it's a trek for you,

but Lottie has been asking
on a five-second loop

when she'll be seeing
her favorite auntie.

- Only auntie.

- Don't be
like that, she's--

- I'm not being like anything.

I just.

Yes, I'll come, thanks.

- All right, great,
she'll be really pleased.

- Sorry, Mom, I've got to go.

- And you say I'm a good liar.

- That doesn't count.

Everyone lies to their mother.

Fact, call it an
act of kindness.

You think Mom really wants to
know the reality of my life?

It'd finish her off.

Her only daughter, the
proverbial car crash.

It's called a joke.

- Well, it's not
desperately funny.

- Well, it'll fit right in

with the rest of my
new material, then.

- Del, you would
tell me if you needed.

- Oh, my God!

That's him!

- Drugs.

He's a drugs dealer.

- I'm not giving you
any more caffeine.

What?

- Come on, then!

- God.

This is a great
look for a lawyer.

- Hate to say I
told you so, but...

Actually, no, I don't,
I love to say it.

Come on.

No wonder he moves so fast.

Nothing like the threat
of imminent homelessness

to oil the wheels of romance.

- I suppose you've never
been late for your rent!

- Hang on, this isn't you
feeling sorry for him, is it?

He's taking Mom for a ride.

- We don't know that.

We just know he's struggling.

What's the crime in that?

- He's nothing to us.

Literally nothing.

She is our mother.

You can't go!

Who knows what state
he'll come back in,

what else we might find?

Well, I'm staying
for Mum's sake.

- Don't pretend it's for her!

For some inexplicable reason,
you seem to prefer being

anywhere but at home
with your wife and kids.

- Fuck off.

- I don't know what or who
you're running away from,

but stalking Mom's new
boyfriend is a curious move,

even for you.

- Oh, hang on, all right.

Let me just get this straight.

You're giving me life advice.

Now, that's a real joke.

Try putting that
in your next set.

- Patrick?

I'll get it.

It's not like I'm knee-deep
in shite or anything!

Oh, sorry, I thought you were--

- Patrick, yes, I gathered.

- Mom!

- Darling,
you look tired.

- Thank you, that's the
look I was going for.

- I didn't mean it that way.

You're good though?

You okay?

- Yes, Mother, I'm okay.

And you?

- Yes, everything's.

Yes.

- Good, good.

These are.

- You really didn't
need to bring anything.

You've no money.

- And for Lottie.

- Della, don't let
your brother see.

Newsflash, Mom,
kids eats sweets.

Even he can't control that.

- Shoes, darling.

- Up the leg, and
they just, like,

nibble on the
shoulder, a tiny bit.

But you know what I really
like to eat is bonbons!

They're for you.

Don't tell your dad, okay?

- Dad, guess what?

- She's
going to tell him.

- Leo tells me Emily's back.

- The master of discretion!

- It isn't
a secret, is it?

- No, no, it's fine.

It's not even worth
talking about, honestly.

- Have you seen her?

- Why would I see her?

That's like asking
if you've seen Dad.

- I assume these are from you.

- You assume correctly.

- Della brought us a
lovely bottle of red.

- Hmm.

It's just this is--
- A far superior wine.

Yes, I'm sure it is.

- It is lovely to
see you, darling.

- Can I borrow you quickly?

I'm thinking we
do it after lunch.

Just you and me,
I've not told Eimear.

- Do what?

- Tell
Mom about Benjamin.

- How do you imagine we do that?

- Show her the
picture, obviously!

- Which we'll say
we obtained how?

- Well.

- We do this, she'll
never trust us again.

- And what,
we just sit on it?

- Better still, we
forget about it.

- Or we build a watertight
case against him.

- You two are up to something.

- I was just telling Della about
Lottie's charming new habit

of hearing swear words and
repeating them at full volume

and as the worst offender.

- Well, at the risk
of tempting fate,

her arse is clean
and she's asleep.

- Can I go up and
give her a kiss?

- Abso-fucking-lutely not!

Unless you want to sit up there,

getting her back to sleep.

- You look hot.

- Oh, oh, wrong sibling,

but I'll take it.

- I was just about to say.
- Yeah, yeah, sure you were.

- Shouldn't you?

Are you still breast-feeding?

- How long are you staying for?

- I'm not sure.

- Leo must be losing his shit.

- Leo is an adult.

- What, a few days, a week?

- Depends.

- On?

- On Benjamin.

Depends on Benjamin.

Which I'm sure is what you've
all been wanting to ask about.

- I was just making
conversation.

- I'm sure you were.

There's no big secret.

It's we had a falling out, so.

- What about?

Well, has he rung you?

Tried to apologize?

- Because it would
be him, right?

It couldn't possibly be
me that was in the wrong?

- It's natural that
we'd take your side

what with you being our mother!

Look, you're obviously upset.

- I'm not obviously
anything, thank you, Patrick.

Apart from fucking boiling.

I don't even remember
what the row was about

or whose fault it was.

I just.

The only thing that I do know is

I think I'm too old for this.

- 60 is not old, Mom.

- Well, it's not young.

Don't all rush in to
correct me!

- So, it's over, then?

Oh, I'm such an arse!

- Mom.

- I'm sorry, come here.

- Mom,
please don't cry.

- No, I'm fine, I'm just...

Chicken's going
to be drying out.

- Mom, the chicken's fine.

I can deal with.
- Mom, just let me.

- Get out the way.

The whole thing is ridiculous.

I'm ridiculous.

I thought I was finished
with all of this,

that lurching feeling
in your stomach,

not being able to get
anything done because

you can't stop thinking
about them all the time.

It's terrifying being in love.

- You're not in love with him?

- I think maybe I am.

Would that be the worst
thing in the world?

Right, then.

- You're calling
him, aren't you?

- It's none of your business.

- The number
you have dialed

has not been recognized.

The number you have dialed
has not been recognized.

The number you have dialed.

The number you have dialed
has not been recognized.

- I don't smoke any more.

- Please don't tell me
you don't drink either.

- You sounded upset
when you rang.

- You know me.

I don't do upset.

- I'm gonna go.

- Please don't.

Had a weird day is all, and I.

The only way I knew it could
stand a chance of improving

was if I saw you.

- What was the other night?

What is this?

Like, really, what is this?

It's not normal for
exes to call exes,

however weird their day.

- She makes a fair point.

- What do you want, Della?

I haven't known the answer
to that for so long.

What I want is not
to fuck up any more.

Which covers a lot of things.

Well, everything, really.

Family.

Work.

Me.

You.

- I can't believe you.

A year.

A whole year you've
had to say this.

- How could I?

It wouldn't have been fair.

- Oh, and you
think this is fair?

- No.

No, I don't.

- Just when I get my life sorted

find someone who actually
makes me feel good about myself

and you do what you always do.

You make it all about you.

- You are right.

I'm a cock.

- Don't talk about
yourself like that.

- Sorry

for,

for so much.

- I'm gonna go.

- I love you.

I still love you.

- What are you thinking?

- Who said I was
thinking anything?

- You forget, I know your face.

- I was thinking,

"This time, I'm going
to deserve you."

Promise.

- Della, get down here!

- You okay?

- Hello?
- Della, I'm outside.

Are you home?

Come down!

- How was the peace
brokered, then?

- Always so dramatic.

- It felt pretty
dramatic last time.

- I couldn't get hold of him

and I didn't deal with
it desperately well.

- Why, what was he up to?

- His phone was in his jeans.

And his jeans were in the wash.

So...

- But what about
your falling out?

- We did what people
do, we apologized.

Well, he did, profusely,

even though I'm sure
he didn't need to.

Most importantly, we vowed
that we would not drink

tequila together again.

- And you, you're okay?

- I missed him.

It scared me.

Sorry, you probably don't.

I know that you don't
want to hear that.

- Mom.

Mom, it's me.

I get it.

The heart wants what it wants
or else it does not care.

- I tried for years to
get you to read Dickinson

when you were little.

You refused point blank.

- What did you expect me to do?

There was so much
"Sunset Beach" to watch.

- Here you go.

Julia mentioned that you
had a gig the other night.

How'd that go?

- Tonight I do.

But I haven't had one for.

Well, for an embarrassing
amount of time.

- But when I rang?

- It was five minutes playing
to an audience of one,

the organizer.

- Being a comedian,
that can't be easy.

- She's a stubborn
little girl, our Della.

We tried to get her
to become a banker.

Well, Ted did.

- Fortunately, I could
barely operate a calculator.

Plus, without the struggle,
what is there, Benjamin?

- Nothing worth having.

- Hello, Della.

I've been calling you,
leaving you messages.

- I am aware.

- And?

- And I don't agree.

- It's one
thing your mother

having some kind of tragic
later-life crisis in London,

but bringing her
man-child down here...

- You don't have a
monopoly on Devon, Dad.

- I never said I did.

I just think she's
making a fool of herself.

And as somebody who
cares about her,

I think we need to intervene

before it becomes any more
absurd than it already is.

- Patrick is your man for this.

- Patrick is even harder
to get hold of than you.

Bottom line is, your
mother needs saving.

- What she actually
needs is for us all

to mind our own fucking
business and let her be happy.

For once.

- You know how much I
have to defend you, Della?

Even now, now you're
apparently a fully-grown adult.

When your mother
rings me in a state

worrying that you'll
never get a proper job,

never have kids,

never have all the things a
person is supposed to have.

I say she's doing her
own thing, let her.

- Good to know.

So, I'm at my day job.

I know, shocking that
I can't make a living

entertaining you lovely people.

Entertaining may be too
strong a word, but I digress.

I'm at my day job,

about to begin the high-octane
task of drum roll, please,

sorting the mail!

when I realize something.

It's my 10-year anniversary.

Not of my marriage,

not of my sobriety.

Mm-mm.

Nope.

Of sorting the mail!

Now, I know what
you're thinking.

"We didn't pay to hear about

"your middle-class
existential bollocks."

Get to the funnies!
- Better yet, get off.

- You were great.

- I don't
know what show you were in.

- They're a miserable crowd.

No-one would have
made them laugh.

Missed seeing you perform.

That was a very short
honeymoon period.

- Don't, don't do that,
read stuff into everything.

I had a shit gig,
I'm in a shit mood.

That's all.

- Why didn't you move in?

- Seriously?

You want to ask that now?

- Had a year to come up
with excuses for you,

none of which really make
up for me sitting there

waiting for you to
arrive with your stuff

and then realizing
you're not going to show.

- Can we do this after
a drink, or several?

Ideally several.
- Yeah, no.

I've just come from
breaking up with Alexis.

So, no, Della, we do it now.

- You broke up with her?

- It is a simple
enough question.

If you hadn't stopped loving me,

which you claim not to have,
then why didn't you move in?

- I hadn't.

I haven't.

My prick of a father.

- What's he
got to do with it?

- I was packed, ready, and
would you believe this?

Genuinely excited.

Then Mom rang,

told me he was leaving
her for Marsha.

That it had been going on
for ages, basically that he'd

shat on her from a
very high height.

The worst part was
I wasn't surprised.

Because deep down,
I'm just like him.

Toxic.

And I didn't want to
bring that into your home.

Into your life.

- Do you really believe that?

Can you leave it?

Della?

- It's my brother, I can't.

- Oh, fuck.

- Della,
where are you?

You have to see this.

Della?

- If it's about
Benjamin, I really don't.

They're good together.

He likes her, I can tell.

Mom can really pick 'em.