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Grace, I'm... I'm sorry.

I still care about you, Addie.

I want to forget I ever met you.

Oh, shit!

I can't reverse on this road.

Can you help me, please?

Yeah!

-Friends?
-Friends.

If you're trying to get close
to him again, you should know

I haven't told what happened
between us.

Hi.

Hi.

Dylan?

What time
is your flight?

Mmm... who cares?

Let's just lie here
a little longer.

-Dylan?
-Pretend I'm not leaving.

Okay.

Dylan, we've got to go!

-I think you've got to go.
-No!

What?

Don't forget your pants.

So nice to meet you.

Definitely
stay in touch, yeah?

Yeah. Safe trip.

Have a great last week.

-Bye.
-Bye.

So this...

...hot girl summer you're on,

is it strictly
a Spain-only thing, or...

It's a state of mind.

Right.

Maybe I could message you
in Bristol?

Yeah, I'd like that.

Hurry up.

Wait.

Bye.

Bye.

or a sidewalk

my eyes on you?

out of the blue?

next to me

Oh, no

Oh, no

Get high

I've gotta begin

Can't stop me

I've gotta begin

Can't stop me

Get high

Bloody post-it notes.

Mmm.

Period two,

Shukri, Mia,

Ethan, Sabina, er...

Ronniah, Justin...

Noah, Tom, Sasha, Bria.

Oh, fuck!

Back row, Amir, Ella, Tom 2,

this time he's taller.

Louie, Yasmin, Declan,
Amira, Ali and Fred.

Boom!

Deb?

Deb?

Deb, have you
butt-dialled me again?

No. Maybe. Yes.

But wait, don't hang up.

How's your first week been?

I've barely seen you
since you got back.

I know. I know, school's been
amazing, but intense.

And I am so proud of you.

But what I really
want to know is,

have you met this guy
in real life yet?

Er, no.

We're both still struggling
to actually get a date sorted.

Feels like we left it too long.

Maybe it was just
a holiday thing,

and we should just leave it
like that.

You literally described him
as a walking fanny flutter.

You can't let this go.
Just give him one last chance.

Shit, I'm late.
Okay, I gotta go. Bye, bye.

Who knew you were
such a hetero dating guru?

-See this bow?
-Mmm-hmm.

Full of strings.

God, I love you.

No, I didn't...
I didn't mean it as in...

I, erm...

Yeah, I'd better get to work.

Gimme your money!

Ooh, early, eh?
Trying to impress Daddy?

Shut up.

Mmm.

So what are our plans tonight?

I need some
next-level debauchery

before my
quarter-life crisis kicks in.

Is it desperate to send
another message

if she hasn't replied yet?

Mate.

This is clearly
a slow fade situation.

Just move on.

Dylan.

Have you, er, finished
the risk capacity report

on our Harman account yet?

I, erm...

Yes or no.
Not a hard question.

Just doing a quick read-through
for him now, sir.

Right, well, I need it ASAP.

Yes, sir.

Er, sorry, it's just

your meeting at 12:00
is now at 11:30,

and I've compiled
a list of the names

for the Delaware scheme.

All right,
get me a cup of tea

and one of those bagel things.

Oh, and not one of those shitty
sesame ones like last time.

Plain.

Sorry.

I know he can be a bit...

Please tell me you've at least
started that report.

What would you do without me?

Quiet, please.

Declan.

Sorry.

Okay.

Homework on the origins
of Gamelan due Tuesday, please.

Thank you.

Er, Bria. One sec.

Your summer assignment.

AI is not advanced enough yet.

-I can always tell.
-Tell what?

I can tell you've got more flair
and humanity than this,

and I know
you're really good at music.

Your practical mark
from last year was excellent.

Last year, Miss Williams used
to let me use the music room

after school.

I play violin.

Okay, well, you can use
this room whenever I'm here.

Er, but not right now, Bria,
'cause you've got double maths.

You don't actually know
all the names already, do you?

Wow.

I mean, I've got uncles

whose names
I still struggle with.

Well, Christmas must be
awkward for you.

Yeah.

Anyways, keep up the good work.

A-ha!

How's that for a slow fade?

She wants to meet
for a drink tonight.

Oh, shit.

"Or forget it"?

As in tonight or it's over?

To be fair, she has got a point.

I mean, she cancelled
because of work

and then you took three days
drafting a reply.

Jesus, why do I even
know of this?

What shall I say?

"Tonight, I promise."

Tonight? But we're going out.

-It's my--
-Good work, Dylan.

And Marcus too, I suspect.

So good, in fact, I want you
to meet the account holders

at the reception tonight.

As in tonight, tonight?

Well, yes, Dylan,
that's what the word means.

Shit.

Ey-o, ey-o, ey-o

they're on about

I'll see you later

get something cooking

rock with you

Please, stop...

before I start saying
things I regret.

This is the tenth time
you've played this.

Again!
One more time!

Ey-o, ey-o, ey-o

all the problems later

on their best behaviour

and then

I'll see you later

you're supposed to

nothing more to say

wanna play

That makes me feel like this

That's enough.

Can't believe you'd
rather have toes for fingers

than fingers for toes.
It's just insanity.

That is how
"would you rather" works.

Also, I kind of like feet.

And I've just been
sick in my mouth.

-Right. Addie, your turn.
-I'm very much not playing,

-thank you.
-Oh, but I've got

such a good one.

Would you rather be
a black hole of emotion

or an emotional black hole?

Marcus, let's just
give this game a rest,

-yeah?
-Fine. Your turn.

Would you rather be
a complete pushover,

or... oh, wait, you've already
made that choice.

Christ, this is fun.
How much further?

-Definitely behind schedule.
-Already behind schedule.

Fuck, so am I.
Um, Dylan,

can you pass me my bag?
It has my pump in it.

-Er, yeah.
-Oh, great.

I've always wanted to see
how one of these works.

-Er, is it electric...
-Thanks.

...or does it require
hand-pumping?

Yeah, now we are
definitely pulling over.

We just had
a designated pitstop.

We don't even have time
to get the wing mirror fixed.

I'm sorry, but we can't.

Can't be that bad.

Hmm, you're not stuck in
a tin box of passive-aggression

in 30-degree heat
with leaking tits.

-Have you told her yet?
-To move out?

Look, I know she can't stay
in Rosie's room forever, but...

Erm, I've got to go.

Love you.

Love you,
Rosie-posie bear, boo-boo face.

We need to work on her nickname.

Bye, bye, bye.

So, how much of that
did you overhear?

Just the really private bit
about asking Addie to move out.

Okay, so I know
you've got this whole

cheeky dickhead vibe going on,

but you're not gonna breathe
a word of this to Addie.

Mmm, maybe.

Marcus. I'm being serious.

Well, it looks like I've pulled.

No way.
She's very much barking up

my sexual orientation.

You have a kid.
Surely your sex life is over.

Piss off, Marcus.

Ooh.

Hello.

Sorry. You just looked like
you needed it.

Thanks.

It's hot in there.

I think my sweat patches
have got sweat patches.

I know you'll have already
done the maths,

so, can we still make it on time
to catch that lift off Grace?

Just. If Deb's boobs behave.

Only I promised to teach Krish
the waltz,

and I don't want to
let him down.

You can waltz?

No.

Do you want me to help you
stretch your glutes, Marcus?

It's really important
on a long drive.

No, I'm fine
with my tense glutes.

Thanks, Rodney. Oi, Dylan.

Share the love.

Sorry, there's none left.

I think there's some in the van.

Sorry I can't help out
and do some of the driving.

I forgot until you
literally just said it,

but I don't think
I ever took you

off the insurance after we...

So, I mean, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, you could.

Well then, this is a good thing.

Chauffeur reporting for duty.

You fancy being my map reader?

Hmm, okay.

All yours.

This, erm, this little flirty
thing you're doing is cute,

but don't forget
what she did to you.

Here, you can choose the music.

Cool.

What?

You didn't delete Abba.

I'm shocked.

Oh, God, not whiny folk music.

You know, white men with guitars
should be banned.

-No offence.
-Er, some taken.

Do you still play?

Er, not with work
and stuff at home.

I was really sorry
to hear about your dad.

Why aren't you teaching anymore?

That's weird.

She's following us,
that motorcyclist.

Well,

looks like she did want a bit of

this prime real estate
after all.

-Wanna bet?
-Always.

How will you know which one
of you she fancies?

Dating app.
Search radius one mile.

Oh, damn, my phone just died.

Dylan, give me your phone.

Ha-ha, no chance.

We know you have all the apps,

so I don't know
why you're pretending--

Just leave it.

Fine.

If I can't play I'll eat my way
through the boredom.

Oh, I forgot,
I've got some, erm,

magic chocolate
my tai chi instructor gave me.

Nah, more of a savoury
kind of guy.

Yeah, unsavoury.

Oh! Ah!

Ooh, that's hot!

Ooh, water!

I think we're out.

Water makes it worse.

What you really need is milk.

Don't even think about it.

Hands off my milk!

Oh, shit, guys...

She's telling us to pull over.

She's not a cop, right?

She's not in...
she's not in uniform.

Oh, my God, she's undercover.

She's an undercover cop.

What do I do?

-Pull over.
-But we're gonna miss Grace.

Dylan!

We haven't actually done
anything wrong, have we?

I think there might be
a rule against

throwing breast milk
at a police officer.

I don't remember, erm,

paying for that stuff
in the petrol station.

-I'm a thief?
-Maybe...

Maybe it's just a...
a routine thing.

I don't have
my driver's licence.

-What?
-It was in my wallet.

-Swap! Swap, quickly!
-Okay.

-Guys, we can't pull over.
-Why? We already have.

She's literally coming over.

There are drugs in the van.

-What?
-Oh, my God, Rodney,

when you said
"calming chocolate..."

Yeah, it's mushroom-flavoured
calming chocolate.

It's meant to be really good
for anxiety.

-Oh, my God.
-Works like magic, apparently.

Oh, fuck, Rodney,

that's magic mushroom chocolate.

-Is that bad?
-It's illegal, Rodney.

It's drugs.

Oh, right.

I think I'm having
a panic attack.

What the fuck do we do?

-She's coming.
-Okay.

-Er, excuse me for one second.
-Yeah, no problem.

Addie.

Hi.

Hi.

Er, you look different--

I mean,
I like your hair like that.

You're in a suit.

I suppose you're
not used to seeing me so...

Covered up?

I think there was
a fully-clothed goodbye.

So is this one of
those, erm, bars

that's like hidden behind a desk
or something?

I messed up.

I have to be at this work thing,
just for a bit,

but there are free drinks.

I promise
we don't have to stay long,

and then the night is all ours.

Free does happen to be
my favourite vintage.

Thank you very much.

As promised,

free drink.

Hmm.

Oh, Marcus!

-Addie.
-Oh!

My favourite little housekeeper.

How are the young minds
of today?

Teaching is great,
thank you, Marcus.

Yes, well, you certainly
do look the part.

As do you.

God, I've missed you.

I mean... yeah.

Dyl, your dad wants you.

Come, come.

Don't worry,
I'll look after her.

Please don't, like,
kill each other or anything.

I can't make any promises.

No, me neither.

Alright.

Do you want to get drunk?

-Yes. Yes.
-Let's go.

So, erm, that's Dylan's dad?

Yes.

You see, Dylan likes to make out
his dad's a very mean bully

who doesn't care about him,

when actually

he's a very mean bully
who really cares about him.

Whereas mine doesn't even know
my birthday.

Yeah.

You don't have to have a father
wound to work here but it helps.

What's it like having
a normal dad?

Mmm...

Yeah, rich kids don't get
dibs on daddy issues.

Do you know what?
This is quite

a weird first date.
I think I'm gonna go.

No, no, no, no.
Addie, Addie. Look,

Dylan wouldn't forgive me if I
don't give you a reason to stay.

Just... please, Addie.

There's something
I want to show you.

-Okay.
-Yes!

You wanted to talk?

So... did I... did I ruin it
with the big L word?

I mean, not the L Word,

the seminal lesbian TV show.

I mean, the other L word.
The love word.

-The word "love."
-I've got something to tell you.

Is that what I think it is?

Because, erm,

I hate to break it to you,

but that would be a medical
miracle.

I've been trying for a baby
with a friend

as a donor for a while now.

And I should have told you,

but I didn't expect this, us,
to happen so fast,

and for it to be so good,
and if you're falling for me

the way that I'm falling
for you,

then you need to know that
in spite of everything,

this comes first for me.

And if that's not what you want,
which I completely understand,

then we have to stop.

-I--
-I know it's a lot.

Yeah.

It tastes like meeting your
soul mate in the smoking area.

Mmm.

It tastes like the inside
of a briefcase.

The world's finest whiskey
and still she's not satisfied.

Well, I was promised
a date this evening.

I'm doing my best.

You were gonna tell me about
your daddy damage downstairs.

Oh, come on.

I'm gonna be the one
giving Dylan advice

when he screws it up with you.

-I need all the context.
-That is such bullshit.

Well, say you were
dating me. Right?

Age seven,

off to boarding school,

no phone calls, no visits.

Tough love.

Yeah?

I hear more than five rings
in a phone call

and I'm right back there.

So, if I'm dating a girl...

You need someone who will always
answer the phone.

Or someone who really
overcompensates at Christmas.

So go on then.

How to stay clear
of your daddy issues?

Let me see.

Don't...

er...

leave me to start a second,
better family.

Ah.

Yeah. The practice child in me
sees the practice child in you.

May at all even out
in the inheritance.

Well, I already got mine.

He left me his van.

See, this is why you and Dylan
will never work out.

You're much too
interesting for him.

No, I'm serious.

There you guys are.

Sorry, it took ages
to ditch Dad.

I was just leaving, actually.

Wait. What?

Addie?

Addie? Addie, wait please.

Look, this can't be
our first date.

I messed up.

I'm so sorry,
I just wanted to please everyone

and ended up pleasing no one.

I don't know why but I just
stole you all these pens,

'cause I remember you saying
how the school didn't

give you any pens.

Those are the good ones.

I'm... I'm gonna go for a drink.

You can come if you like.

And bring your pens.

Er, she'll have
a Guinness and Black,

and I'll have a white wine,

and sadly, you do have to pay
for them in the real world.

It's him?

Yeah, it's him.

Why are you getting him
to pay for drinks?

You do know that I work here.

Trust me, he owes me one.

But I mean, a baby,
like an actual human baby.

That's just madness, right?

Right?

And like, sure, in the future,
but even then there's

all the... the homophobic tax
on IVF,

and whose egg, and whose womb,
and whose sperm and...

I... I can't even keep
succulents alive.

But you really like her, Debs.

And no one can keep
succulents alive.

I was an accident.

Go on.

Well, my parents didn't plan
to have me,

and it kept them together,

when in hindsight,
maybe it shouldn't have.

What I'm trying to say is that
it's really kind of cool

that every part of this
is chosen.

Yeah.

She must be
really serious about you.

Yeah, well,
what I want to do right now

is get cheesy
chips-level hammered,

and that's not possible
with a baby, so...

Shots all round.

Are we finally on a date now?

I don't know.

Your phone keeps buzzing.

Wow. Okay.
Wow, you must be serious.

Why did it take us so long
to make this happen?

Work, life...

and those are shit excuses.

Maybe we were...

I was... scared.

I know what you mean.

But I have thought about you
every day since I got back.

That's intense.

I had to say it quickly before
something else happens tonight.

It was easier in Spain,
wasn't it?

I just, I forgot that

life back home was so full.

I'm sorry that you had to make
the first move tonight.

You can make it up to me.

Come on.

Come on.

I wanted to dance all night

to the ground

to the ground

Okay.

Everyone be cool.
Rodney, don't be weird.

Mmm.

Is that a gun?
Is that an actual gun?

You're being weird.

Hi.

Hi.
Is there a problem?

She wants the paperwork.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

Why don't I take you
to your happy place?

You're not qualified!

This is a nightmare.
This is...

this is an actual nightmare.

It's all fine. Just chill.

Do not tell me to chill when
I could get a criminal record.

I'm a teacher, for God's sake.

Hey,

you're gonna be okay.

Promise.

I can't stand this.

Hi, erm,

is this because of
the stuff I took by accident?

Because I promise
it really was an accident and--

And I am so sorry
about the milk thing.

That was a proper mistake
and, erm...

Dylan, how do you say
"breast milk"?

Hey. Hey there.

We met before.

Dyl, what's Spanish for

"take the money
and let's move on," yeah?

We don't want any trouble.

Are you trying to bribe me?

Do you have something to hide?

No, no, no,
no, no, no.

He's just messing around.

We're late for a wedding,
you see, and--

And because I was just
pulling you over

for the broken wing mirror,

but now...

Well, now I'm searching the van.

Nice one.

She won't find it.
It'll be fine.

You'd better hope she doesn't.

She wouldn't even be
searching the van right now

if you hadn't shoved money
in her face

like you own the entire world.

Oh, sorry, I forgot,

that is what posh boys do
in every situation.

Yeah, 'cause that's me,
isn't it?

I'm just like
every other rich white boy.

You are free to go.

Oh, thank God.

Erm,

he's just really keen
to make the wedding.

But I am giving you a fine.

So that's a fine
for the wing mirror,

and for harassing
a police officer.

Enjoy the wedding.

See?

I was right, Addie, as usual.

The cops all yours, Deb.

I didn't fancy her anyway.

Too authoritarian for me,

which you think would be
my type, but actually it isn't.

Right, let's hit the road.

Addie, let's go.

How dare you think is funny?

Whoa. Addie.

-Nothing actually happened.
-I got a fine, Dylan.

Which we will pay for.

That is not the point.

He did something stupid

that could have messed things up
for all of us,

and once again
he gets away with it.

-How is that fair?
-So wait,

you want him to get in trouble?

You want all of us
to be in trouble right now,

just to teach Marcus a lesson?
Is that what you're saying?

No. I...

Maybe. I don't know.

I'm just-- I'm sick...
I'm sick of him,

men getting away with shit.

You are blowing this
way out of proportion.

Yes, of course,
you side with him

and I just get a lecture.

Yeah, 'cause he's always
been loyal to me.

You wanna talk about that now?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, actually, maybe I do.

Because you're acting like this
morally superior head teacher,

but you won't ever
look at yourself

and take some
fucking responsibility

for your part in anything.

This is about more than
just the wing mirror,

isn't it?

Shh.

I'm not doing this.

That's me making
the first move.

Okay, noted.

Oh, remember me?

to stay together?

You took it all

I am so glad you gave me
another chance.

Use it wisely because
it doesn't happen very often.

I will never let you down again.

Can't you see?

to get your attention

What was that?

Hello?

Ah... ow.

Marcus?

Ah...

Ah... Ah!

Shit.

I tried calling you.

You didn't answer your phone.

The door was on the thing,

so I did the thing
with the, erm, the...

the window.

Yeah, I can see that.

How drunk are you?

Are you high?

I really hope so,

'cause I'm actually
very scared of blood.

No, Marcus, come on.

Oh.

Am I interrupting?

I thought we were going "out"
out tonight.

Should I call an ambulance?

No, it's a waste of their time.

I'll call a taxi. But look,
I'm gonna need more towels.

-Mmm-hmm. Yeah.
-Would you mind just...

-Keep an eye on him.
-Yeah.

-Fancy seeing you here.
-Mmm.

-That's enough of that.
-Mmm.

Are you gonna tell him
about earlier?

What's wrong with you tonight?

Hmm?

My dad's not the only one
who forgot my birthday.

Oh, Marcus.

Shh.

Happy birthday.

No, Marcus.

No, no, no. No.

Sorry,
I couldn't find my phone.

All right.

Hold on to that.

Right, hold onto that. Hold on.

Yeah.

Right, I'll call a cab.

-Can you walk?
-Yeah.

I'm gonna come with you.

No, no, the wait at A&E
will be long,

and no doubt tedious.

But please stay.
I'd like you to stay.

I know it started badly,
and ended in a trip to A&E,

but I...

I still had a really
great first date.

Alright, mate. Come on.

- Oh, ow.
- Yeah. Yes.

I hope you stay.

Thanks, mate.

And then this.

This this is exactly
what I'm talking about.

You just run away, every time.

The Addie curtain closes

and suddenly
no one is owed anything.

Just leave it, Dylan.

For two years,
Addie... Two years!

You've given me nothing,

-no explanation.
-Because you do not deserve one.

-Are you serious?
-Why should I bother

if you're gonna blame me
for everything Marcus fucks up

and I'm the one
getting shouted at again.

It's always him over me,
and it always was.

Stop fucking blaming Marcus

for everything
that happened between us.

It wasn't his fault.
It was all yours.

Everything that happened.

All the lies you told.

Marcus kissed me.

He tried to kiss me.

came alive and took you

and shook through

every part of you

off my back running

spoken to

Addie?

Addie! Addie, wait!

Wait!

bleeding blood

like you promised me