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What's the matter?

I wasn't 100% sure you were coming back.

You know, your flight landed 30 minutes ago.

My luggage was on the wrong carousel.

Why wouldn't I come back?

I don't know.

You're already on a plane, you have a passport.

You thought I'd hijack the plane to get away from you?

Did you miss me?

I was angry at how much I missed you.

I missed you, too.

Just the last two days, though.

Did you watch porn?

Yeah, absolutely.

But I would always take a pillow

and make a little Sharon out of it

that I would hug while I watched.

Ha ha! I did the same, just without the pillow.

It's actually really hard for me to masturbate at the moment

because I've got to look over my belly to do it,

and I know there's a baby in there, so it's kind of off-putting.

It's like you wouldn't want to have a wank

if there were kids playing in the background, you know?

Yeah, yeah.

That's kind of one of my things, not doing that.

Did anyone try and convince you to stay?

Yes. My friend Cory said,

"I'll see you in six months when it doesn't work out."

- Ugh. - I was--

I mean, that's given me more motivation to make this work

than even the baby.

Yeah. Did you sort things out with your mum?

No. Not even close.

I can't believe it's taken me 38 years

to realize that my mother is a shit bubble.

Did you get your best man sorted?

No.

Because I've got a maid of honor now,

so you have to.

Who's your maid of honor? Fran?

What? No. Although she did offer.

No, I got panicked one night,

and I asked my friend Kate from uni.

So she's going to come over for a week,

hang out, you know, have some fun.

Does she know that you're not fun any more?

You're such a fucker.

I could ask your brother to be my best man.

What would you think of that?

Well, yeah. You can ask him.

I mean, you barely know him.

Eh. I barely know you.

It would be an honor.

Thank you.

I mean it.

You're part of this family now.

You've given my sister something to live for.

- I'm not sure she-- - I love you, man.

I love you too, man.

You're my brother.

Hey, Fergal, are you drunk?

Since Wednesday.

Jesus. What's in there?

Bailey's, you pussy.

Mallandra's gone.

She-- Where?

Mm.

To Spain, with the kids.

But when she gets back, she wants a divorce.

She wants a fucking divorce!

She's going to take my kids!

She's not going to take your kids.

Aah!

And don't you have to agree

to let somebody divorce you?

Don't let her divorce you, and we'll fix it.

I really fucked up this time.

I mean, ha. I've got a problem.

I'm a fucking monster!

What did you do?

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Your wedding is the week before my court date,

so it'll give me something to look forward to.

D'you want a smoothie?

Oh, there he is.

Rob, this is Kate, my maid of honor.

Kate, this is Rob, the future Mr. Sharon Morris.

Great to meet you, Kate.

Sharon, can I just talk to you?

I'm so happy to finally meet you!

It's great to meet you.

You know, you've got a good one here.

Even if you hadn't gotten her pregnant,

she'd be a catch.

You know, she got all the dick back home.

Well, not all of it.

We are going to have a legendary week.

You know, this is my first time

away from my kids in five years.

I don't miss them, and I fucking love London!

Ha ha ha ha!

Can I just talk to you for a quick second?

Yeah.

She's always annoying for the first day or so.

No, no, it's not that.

I mean yes, she is very annoying, but it's Fergal.

Is he not going to do it?

No, he is going to do it, but did he tell you--

- Tell me what? - What he's done?

- What did he do? - I don't know.

What are you asking me?

Well, do you know that Mallandra left him?

Yeah. She does that, like, twice a year.

Do you know why?

Yes. Because he's a prick.

No. I think it's worse than that.

What are you talking about?

I don't know, but there was something in his eyes

that said "I've done something really bad."

Something in his eyes?

Look, I don't know, I think he may have hurt someone.

I'm not saying he has a freezer full of kid-meat or anything--

Listen. I don't know if you're stressed or what,

but you need to stop slandering my brother,

and I need to stop ignoring my visitor.

This is rude. Okay?

We are both being very rude at the moment.

Sorry. Do you have Sudocreme or something?

It's just I got a Brazilian yesterday,

and my pussy's on fire.

I'll get you some.

I'd like to introduce Rob Norris to you all.

Rob helped establish Frye & Loeb in Boston.

He's also coached brands wrestling with PR issues.

I guess you could say he's a sort of a perception engineer.

Rob, the floor is yours.

Thank you, Harita.

Well, the public are like toddlers.

They like shiny things, like scandal,

like astronauts maybe dying

because they took Braeband's flagship drug.

So we need to distract them with something even shinier.

And what if-- what if that shiny thing

could also be something truly good?

I'm sure I don't need to tell you guys

what animal kills the most people on earth every year.

Sharks?

No. It's not sharks.

It's the mosquito because of malaria.

And who's treated more cases of malaria in India

than anyone else?

It's not sharks.

But it's not Braeband, either.

It's the Dutch company Nyromax.

Now, what if Braeband were able to--

Rob, I'm going to interrupt you for just a second here

and say that your enthusiasm is really something.

- Well, honestly-- - Thank you so much.

Guys, this is what courage looks like:

not some dusty old astronaut

whose kids are basically committing libel.

Do you think she'll be much longer?

Why? Did you leave your lip liner in there?

No. I do that in the cab.

You look nice. Where are they taking you?

Just for a steak. Montefiores.

Nice.

Where are you guys off to?

Just going to go for a pizza, I think.

Ready. We're going to take it easy, Daddy.

Just a couple of glasses of wine, bit of dancing,

half an E.

I probably won't do any E.

Neither will I.

Well, call me if you--

Have a great night.

What's up, cock-munchers?

Pretty good. You know Chris?

Hey, man.

Get in.

Wait. What are we not going for steak?

Get in!

Do you know what hospital you're having the baby at?

Um, St Thomas'.

My daughters were born there.

- No way. - Yeah, it's great.

My wife loved it. She had a water birth there.

You should do that. It just swims right out. It's easy.

Ha ha. Okay. I'll try that.

You have beautiful eyes.

Sorry? What the fuck?

I think I want to get out of here now.

Me too.

See the guy I'm talking to?

He wants to show me his boat.

Imagine.

So do you mind if I go with him?

I'll be back in the morning.

I'll bring pastries.

I'm going to the loo now, okay?

Because my baby is pushing down on my bladder,

and then we're going to leave, okay?

So say good night to the rapist,

and I'll see you out the front in five, okay?

Yeah, okay.

Good shit, huh?

You know, I want to like it.

I mean it's naked women-- great--

and dancing, which I also love,

so it's two great things together,

but then you add a bunch of sweaty guys,

and, you know, you leering at them,

and it's just kind of a bummer.

Yeah, sure. Put this in her thong.

Lenore.

Chris?

Oh, my God!

What are you doing here?

Yelp said you do a good onion ring.

You look fuckin' amazing.

Yeah, well, you put on an ounce in this place,

and they make you dance for the Chinese lads.

Oh. Sure, sure.

Fuck me. Chris Beesley.

Going to get your dinky stinky?

I don't know who that is.

Listen, I'm on the clock,

but do you want to buy a dance?

We could catch up.

Sure.

- Hey-- - Shh.

You're not allowed to talk while they're dancing.

- I was just gonna-- - Shh.

Girls.

And do you have any kids?

One boy.

I've got a boy and a little girl.

Two kids came out of that? Wow.

Well, outdoors is all right,

but my fanny looks like it stepped on a land mine.

How long have you been with your wife?

12 years. Her name's Fran.

And does Fran not mind you coming to places like this?

Not as long as I fuck her when I get back home.

She doesn't know I'm here.

Listen, there's rooms out the back

that are a bit more private,

if you want to, you know... talk more.

I think I should get back to the lads.

You sure?

No.

Ahem.

Oh. I left my bag inside.

I'll be one minute, two minutes.

This bag?

You left this bag inside?

I want to see the boat.

Look at me. Focus.

There's no boat.

There's a tiny flat with a filthy mattress

and nose hair clippings in the sink.

I want a filthy mattress.

I want any mattress.

I'm not happy.

Oh, darling,

I am so sorry to hear that,

but you're going to be even less happy

if you get all cut up and put in a bin bag, okay?

So come on. Let's just go.

- Whoa! - Oh, God!

Oh, my God.

Shit. Did you just bang your head?

- Are you-- - I'm okay. I'm okay!

Ugh. Ow.

Oh, fuck.

Just wait there. Don't move.

Don't move. I'll get some help.

Don't move.

I need some help.

Can you get a first aid kit or something?

She's really banged her head.

Hello? I need an ambulance.

Where's the woman that was lying there?

Where's the woman? Kate!

Kate?

Kate!

I want to tell you what I did.

In the States,

you get a lot more bang for your buck

because you can use your dollar dollar bills, yo!

You've already given me, like, £300.

Rob, Rob, I need to talk to you.

Do you? Do you now?

You can't really put a pound coin

down a dancer's G-string.

It's just going to fall out.

I want to tell you what happened.

What if you didn't?

I found out that Mallandra--

I threw a pound coin on the stage once,

but it bounced, and it chipped the dancer's tooth.

Do you ever shut your fucking trap for five minutes?

Shut up, huh?

- Sorry. I-- - Shut the fuck up!

Shut the fuck up!

- Jesus! - Shut the fuck up!

- No! No! - You never shut up!

And I'll have the 32-ounce Kobe Tomahawk.

Hey.

We can't just roam London yelling her name.

I mean, the fact is,

statistically, she's going to wake up today,

maybe with a concussion and probably with herpes,

but she'll be alive, and we can send her

directly back to Ireland on a bus.

I don't understand.

Her Facebook is all PTA and cake sale shit

and Deepak Chopra quotes.

Maybe she's getting back at you

for all that dick.

She's missing.

She cracked her skull open.

I don't know what to-- Should I call her husband?

What are you going to say?

Uh, hey, Rick. I know it's been six years,

but wanted to let you know

your wife is fucking a guy on a boat.

- Or dead. - Or dead,

but probably fucking a guy on a boat.

Oh. She was supposed to help me get my dress today.

I'm sorry, honey.

Are you going straight to work?

Yeah, unfortunately.

Why? I thought it was getting better.

Weren't you going to be a spy for God?

I don't want to burden you with it now,

but my prevailing sense is

that it's bad people doing bad things

and I'm helping them.

It doesn't have to be forever.

You know, just the next 18 years or so.

Right.

Better now?

Two minutes late.

Special delivery.

Oh, God, don't say special delivery.

Hi.

Oh, my God, what is she wearing?

I don't want to hear it.

Hi.

You look beautiful.

No, I don't. I look like a couch.

A beautiful couch.

I'm going to take the hat off.

Fran really pushed the hat. I don't like the hat.

Well, I don't think you need it

because I would like to look at this unencumbered.

- Do you want to go in there? - Yeah.

- It's good to see you. - Yeah. All right.

Hey. Are you okay?

Yes.

Good.

Okay, I took it off because--

Kate, singsong: Sorry I'm late.

Oh. You look lovely.

Where the fuck have you been?

I thought you were dead or murdered.

I nearly canceled the wedding.

I know. Sorry.

I ended up in Brighton.

I should've called,

but I knew you'd just make me come back.

You know your husband's called Sharon maybe 40 times?

It's fine. I spoke to him on the way here.

He knows I got a head wound.

Oh, Christ.

Jesus.

Oh, you need to go home.

But I'm your maid of honor.

Why don't you two go on in?

I'll take over here. It's okay.

I understand the groom would like to say something.

Yeah.

I never thought it would happen this way.

I mean, I wouldn't have ordered this

if it were on the menu.

But there was no menu.

It was like one of those restaurants

where the chef just decides what you're going to eat

and it's scary because what if you get, like,

a pheasant filled with capers?

But then he brings you something unbelievably delicious,

and you realize he knows better than you could ever know,

and you never want to go to any other restaurant ever again.

Fuck menus.

Do you have something you'd like to add?

Um, amen.

I call upon these persons here present--

Actually, I would like to say something,

as maid of honor, just now. Is it--

Sure.

It's actually a short song,

but I think it's very fitting. Ahem.

♪ When my bonny love

♪ Did falter

♪ As the river laps the bank

♪ His furtive tongue did loosen ♪

♪ For my love has just become ♪

♪ His eye did gaze upon a place ♪

♪ A love safe fine yet clear ♪

♪ I see your wheel

♪ Turn fit, my dear

♪ And it pleasures me somewhere ♪

♪ The highs and lows where'er we go ♪

♪ Shall--

Sorry, just a second.

Edwyn Collins: ♪ Don't shilly-shally

♪ Don't shilly-shally

♪ You got it up with the blues, goodbye-aye-aye ♪

Aw.

♪ So like a record on again now ♪

♪ I turned the volume up to 10 now ♪

♪ Let's ride this train whatever ♪

♪ Let's ride this train together ♪

Remember this place?

Yeah.

It's not as nice as I remember it, though.

It's a different room.

I tried to get our room, but they'd had to seal it off

because they couldn't get our sex funk out.

We should probably have some sex now, don't you think?

I--

This is pushing down on my fart maker,

so I'm not sure it's a good idea.

Okay.

Hey, how are your feet?

Those shoes look painful.

They're killing me.

Let me rub them a little bit.

Mm, thank you.

Oh, hey, Fergal was great today, by the way.

I guess whatever he was going on about wasn't that bad.

Oh, no, it was that bad. I forgot to tell you.

This guy from Mallandra's work texted her

that she looked sexy in her new dress,

so Fergal went round to his house and attacked him,

then he tried to put him in the dress.

Dislocated the guy's shoulder.

But he's decided to drop charges now, so they're all okay.

Oh. Oh, good.

I mean, that's terrifying.

Wow.

What?

Your toenails are mighty long.

Oh, no. I'm sorry.

Every time I try to bend over to clip them,

I feel like I'm going to puke and--

It's okay. I'll clip them for you.

What? No, I'll get a pedicure tomorrow or--

That's ridiculous.

You're my wife, you're pregnant,

your toenails are a hate crime,

so instead of having sex on our wedding night,

I'm going to cut your toenails.

Hey.

Can I change my mind?

About what?

I think we should have some sex.

What?

What?

Well, you just hesitated.

No, it's just I have a handful of your toenails,

so it's not exactly foreplay.

It was your idea. I mean,

if clipping my toenails is going to turn you off,

don't clip my toenails.

Well, I wanted to help you.

I mean, they were claw-like.

They're not claw-like.

They're claw-like and gnarly.

You know what? Just forget it.

No, don't. Listen,

I'm not saying I don't want to.

Jesus, I hesitated

because I looked at the contents of my hand,

and then it took a second

for me to divert the blood from my brain to my dick.

Now you're making me feel shit.

Great, like I don't feel shit enough.

Why are you doing that?

Because you hurt my feelings.

I don't really want to look at your face right now.

I don't want look at yours, either,

because you've twisted it from its normal beautiful state

into a frowny little sourpuss like you do every day.

Like I do every day?

What, every day of my cursed pregnancy

where I've got to go to the doctor three times a week

because I'm 41 and every possible thing

that could have gone wrong has gone wrong?

I know. I've been there every step of the way,

and it hasn't been a blast for me, either.

Oh, well, why don't you go and fuck another drunk woman

and see if she'll have a nicer, less complicated pregnancy for you?

You know, I would,

but I've already hitched my wagon to this horse.

Horse?

Horse, I don't know, donkey,

whatever you hitch a wagon to.

A beast of burden.

Get out.

You fucking get out. You have a house.

I'll stay here in this hotel

that I never should have left in the first place.

Okay.

Bullshit.

Never should have left. What's that supposed to mean?

Wait, are you really going?

Are you really leaving on our wedding night?

Are you shitting me?

This isn't a fucking soap opera.

All I have ever done is try and do the right thing.

The right thing?

That's what this is?

That's what you're doing? The right thing?

You fucking duty-bound Boy Scout.

- I didn't mean-- - I don't want to be the right thing.

I want to be a choice. That's why I fucking hate this.

You are without a doubt

the most hard-to-please person I have ever met.

If I showed you a rainbow,

you'd be like, "Oh, there's too many colors.

"There's too many colors on one thing.

Yeah, well, at least I don't sell drugs that kill astronauts.

I just started there,

and they don't kill people anymore.

Oh, and you believe that, you gullible American prick?

I only took that job because of you,

you fucking ingrate shrew!

Fucking Christ!

Why the fuck did I--

- I'm so sorry. - My waters broke.

My waters broke, and it's too early.

What?