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- Didn't you used to be on the telly?

- Back in the mists of time, yeah. - Yeah, what was it called?

Largin' It, or something?

Yep, that was one of them. Any coffee?

You used to go out with Suki Meadows.

Uh, yeah, just a double espresso.

I mean, she's everywhere these days, isn't she?

What was it like, then? Going out with her?

Uh, quite loud, sometimes. But fun.

What happened to you, then, mate?

Dunno. Still trying to work that one out.

Cool. Can you get that for me?

Sure.

- Hello. What are you doing here?

I wanted to catch you in a hairnet, but I see I'm too late.

No, you gotta get here before 6:00 a.m. for that privilege.

Got a meeting round the corner, so I thought I'd pop in.

Marketing. Apparently, it's not enough to write a book.

People have to buy it as well.

Any coffee? I've... I've got better.

No. No, thanks.

Well, you've gotta get something.

Otherwise, I'll eject you from the premises.

Where's Callum?

Oh, he only descends to the shop floor on special occasions.

So, how is it?

Yeah. I mean, like, you know, I'm the oldest person here.

People born in the '80s are telling me what to do,

but it's... it's interesting, you know.

- Only complaint is the music. - What's wrong with it?

Oh, same four tracks from 6:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.,

day in, day out. It's agony.

Aside from that, yeah, it's really good.

And it's good with Callum.

I mean, he likes me to be grateful, and I am, so that's all right.

And just as long as I express that once a day or once an hour.

Oh.

Bollocks.

- Hey, you. - Hey.

We've got a VIP guest.

How are you, Judy Blume?

And what bollocks has this one been talking?

Oh, he was just saying he's loving it.

Yeah. He's particularly enjoying the playlist.

It's shite, isn't it?

But it does the job. Get them in, get them out.

On which, Topsy and Tim, can you have your playdate later?

Well, it's just, I need your help.

Hello.

Hello, Jazz.

What kind of day have you had?

I wish you wouldn't call her that. She is Jasmine.

She's not Jazz, Jazzy, Jazzmatazz, which is just awful, Dexter.

Jazz Mayhew.

It sounds like some saxophonist in some lesbian funk band. Jazz.

Well, if you're gonna name her Jasmine, she's going to get called Jazz.

I didn't name her. We named her.

It's gonna happen. I'm just saying I don't like it.

Fine. I'll change the way I talk to my daughter.

Good. I'd like that.

Sorry.

It's just been an awful day.

I just can't bear it anymore, Dexter.

It's the noise and the dust.

You... You said you wanted to renovate.

Is that a helpful comment right now?

Noise and dust, all day.

And no sleep, ever. She won't nap.

She's awake half the night, and I'm so shattered.

And it's making me feel awful.

And I swear, if I have to walk around that bloody park again, I'm gonna scream.

I... I... I walk around the lake, and then, oh, around the lake,

and then over to the swings, and then around the lake again.

Mommy says I should just go there for a few weeks

and just get some R&R.

Well then, why don't you?

Because to be honest,

I can't bear the questions.

"What's he doing? What's the long-term plan?"

-"Do you need more money?"

Working's better than not working, surely?

Don't be defensive, Dexter.

Then why do you have to tell them anything?

Let alone everything.

We're a close family.

They can tell.

Tell what?

I'm just gonna cancel tonight.

No, don't cancel. You've been looking forward to it for weeks.

Well, I'm not really in the mood, to be honest. A hen night.

- I'm a bit old for hen nights. - That's rubbish.

- And I worry. - About what?

- Leaving us on our own? - Not worry, exactly.

Well, I'm 33 years old, Sylvie.

I've been in a house by myself before.

Anyway, I won't be alone,

because I'll have Jazz here to look after me.

We'll be fine, won't we, Jazz?

Mine. Jas... Jasmine.

So put her down around seven, okay?

- Fine. - There's plenty of formula.

And I've pureed the veggies. They're in the fridge.

In the fridge, yeah.

And if she won't take that, there's ready-made jars in the cupboard,

but they are only for emergencies, okay?

Can I give her crisps?

I can give her crisps, can't I? Just brush off the salt.

Oh, for God's sake, Dexter.

- Ooh.

You look amazing, by the way.

Don't look, Jasmine.

Stop it, Dex.

That's my taxi.

Um, look, if there's an emergency, then call my mobile.

Okay?

"Mama."

"Where you going, Mama? Don't leave me with this clown."

- Guess what I just found? - How many guesses am I allowed?

None. Remember that mixtape you made for me when I was traveling?

Uh, vaguely. I couldn't give you the track listing, though.

Well, listen. Listen to the track listing.

Actually, do you know what? Just come over.

No. I'm... I'm at Tilly's, remember?

Shit, of course. The... the dinner party.

Mm, well, it's not a party.

And there's certainly no evidence of any dinner.

Come over.

No. No more babies.

I mean, Jazz is a very nice example of one, but no.

I need intelligent, adult conversation, and something to eat.

- And I need a kebab. - Kebab?

Ah, can you get one for me too? Pop it on the District line with a little note.

Chicken or lamb?

- Lamb. - Lamb.

Okay. I gotta go, Dex. I will call you tomorrow. Bye.

Bye, Em.

- Tills. - Mixed doner with chips and salad.

No onion.

- No onion for me too, please. - No onion.

Oh, and can you get some chili sauce? And some ice cream. It's good for my milk.

Okay. Yeah.

Uh, Gray?

Yes?

Can't take him to the kebab shop.

- No.

Thank you.

Hey. Aww.

- Here you go. - Hmm?

Oh God.

- Oh.

Aww!

I feel nothing.

- Sniff his head. - What? No.

Sniff his head. I demand it.

- It's like the back of a watch strap. - Yeah.

- Oh, did I say garlic mayo? - Uh, no.

Oh, for God...

- Where's my phone? - Oh, poor Graham.

Oh, poor Graham.

Well, I expelled that child from my body while he sat there reading the NME.

Hello.

I don't know what to say to you, but you are quite nice.

Aww!

Come on.

Aww.

Hello.

- What's that?

Oh, that is...

- Uh, it's just some music.

Jasmine and I were having a little party.

She's still awake?

She... She wasn't, but, uh...

she is now.

What have you been up to?

Nothing much.

Just, you know, hanging out, watching telly.

How about you? Uh... having fun?

It's okay.

Everyone's off their faces, of course.

Except you.

I'm too exhausted to get drunk.

Where are you? It's very quiet.

I'm in my hotel room.

I'm just going to have a lie down and then go back for the next wave.

How's Jasmine?

Jasmine is smiling, aren't you, sweetheart?

Look, it's Mommy on the phone.

Hello, Jasmine. Can you hear me?

It's Mommy.

Hello.

Go on. Say something.

Uh, it's me again.

Obviously.

But you're managing.

Of course.

Did you ever doubt me?

Well, you should, um...

just... get back to your party.

I probably should.

Good night.

Night, Dexter.

Wait, uh, Sylvie? Sylvie?

Mm-hmm?

Um...

I just want to say

I'm working on it.

- On what? - All of it.

The... The whole husband-father-provider thing.

I'm... I'm working on it.

- Dexter. - I am.

And, uh... the house will get built,

and Jasmine will sleep.

And... And it'll all get better.

Okay? I promise, Sylv. It will.

We're just feeling our way.

That's all.

Mm.

Yeah.

Um...

Okay, well,

have a really nice time.

See you tomorrow.

I love you.

You too.

All okay?

Oh, you know. Not really.

I'm sure he's fine.

He sounded strange. Maybe I should go home.

Come on.

He's fine.

Try and forget about it.

- Do you want another drink? - No.

- Do you want to lie down? - Callum!

For Chrissake, I've given the guy a job. What else can I do?

Was that not enough?

Want me to take you home?

He's asleep!