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I didn't travel 10,000 miles

to spend my first morning in England

talking to some wise-ass chick
from Weehawken, New Jersey.

Look here! The building…

Ignore him. Not him. This!

Look at the building behind…

That's where she's going to study!

Bill Clinton went to Oxford.

Mmm!

And she already has a job lined up
at Goldman Sachs when she finishes.

Oxford graduates earn 25% more
than other graduates.

It'd be easier
to Google Oxford on your phone, Mom.

Mmm! There she is!

-We're going to miss you, Anna.
-I'll be home before you know it.

Oh, imagine.

Beautiful England.

Although I do hear it rains a lot.

Give away…

The poet Henry David Thoreau
took himself to the woods

to, as he put it, "live deliberately."

Inspired by the idea
of living a planned life,

I studied hard, graduated summa cum laude,

and secured a Wall Street job,
which I deferred,

so I could take a year for myself,

studying Victorian poetry
at the University of Oxford.

A year to live my dream.

Everything was going exactly to plan.

Until it wasn't.

Anything you want, make it happen

Do what you have to

Anything you want, make it happen…

Okay.

Ooh, just imagine…

Your beauty will fade,
as will my interest.

Hi.

-Um, I'm Anna de la Vega.
-Who the bloody hell's that?

An American.

Wonderful face. Shocking shoes.

Bellend!

Whoa, raining, is it?

Not exactly.

Hi. Um…

I would like to order
some fish and chips, please.

Haddock?

A duck? Uh…

No. Fish.

Yeah, haddock. Or cod. Or saveloy.

I'm not… I, uh… I…

Just… Fish and chips?

-Large?
-Large! Yes!

-8.50, five minutes.
-Great.

Jamie, this is not
the finest dining in Oxford.

Well, it's top three. Hello, mate.

Can I get two large cod, mushy peas,
pickled onions, and some chips, please?

Chips?

Should you be having those?

Oh my God, you're so right. Moment
on the lips, lifetime on the hips, right?

Uh, can we make that
two extra-large chips, please?

Ignore the lady. She has yet to learn
how to live deliberately.

It's not me telling you
that you can't have--

What are you doing?

Oh my God, are you hiding?

No. I'm battling an unruly shoelace.

You're hiding from Jessica Borne!

Honestly, it is a wonder
you can get out of the house

with all the women you leave in your wake.

She's gone now, anyway.
She probably recognized your car.

Yeah, probably. One of the pitfalls
of owning a rare car. It's like a beacon.

That's where Bond went wrong.
Should have driven a Ford Focus.

Oh my God. You!

Me?

Yeah, you're the bellend.
You drenched me with your car.

Oh. Oh!

Oh… Oh?

Well, I'm… Shit!

Fish and chips for you, love.

I really… I really am sorry.

Genuinely.

Yeah, me too.

-Hey!
-No. No!

He's in here!

Hiding from you.

No, no, no, no.

-Uh…
-Jessica, darling.

-Hello.
-All right? I was… Something…

Welcome

to the University of Oxford,

an institution which has been here
for hundreds of years,

and which in each and every one
of those years

has welcomed a new group of young people.

Great leaders, great scientific minds,
literary visionaries

have all passed through
these doors before you.

You will forget parties you attended here,

and you will forget friends you made here,

but you will never forget the learning
and the studying you did here.

Your time here is precious.

It will disappear in a blink.

Seize it.

-It's okay. you're on time.
-Oh!

Right, yeah. I was just… I…

I was at the… the thing with the…

-I'm Maggie Timbs.
-Hi, I'm Anna de la Vega.

-Are you American?
-I am, yes. From Queens, New York.

Good morning. I have arrived.

Charlie! How was your summer?

Pfft. Loveless.

I was stalking that Adonis rower
with bedroom eyes and pecs as hard as--

This is Anna.

-Ah. Hello, new girl.
-We've actually met.

Your neighbor?
You said I had shocking shoes.

Surprised a charmer like you
could remain loveless all summer.

-Loveless, darling, not sexless.
-Ah.

And that wonderful smile
more than makes up for those shoes.

Hello, hello, hello, all.

Oh my God, it's Professor Styan.
She's my hero.

She's the reason I came here.

Terrible news, I'm afraid.

I've been named head of graduate studies,

which means I'm far too important to be
teaching you lot, this term at least.

My cover is more than able. In fact, he's
my annoyingly brilliant DPhil student.

I'll do the marking. He'll do
the teaching. Best of both worlds for me.

It's not exploiting youth labor.

He actually wants to teach. His lookout.

So, um… yeah.
I guess I'll see you around, guys.

Over to you, Jamie.

Uh, thank you. Uh… Hello.

Oh my God, you have got to be kidding me.

Okay, now that is
a serious bit of crumpet.

So, as this is my first class,

I thought that I would set the tone
by offering you

a bribe.

It's a

massive cake.

So…

Help yourselves.

Ah, didn't need the cake. I'd eat him.

Yeah.

Five years ago,
I sat right where you are now.

Professor Styan walked in,
and I thought to myself,

"So this is the woman who's going to
bore me to tears for the next few months."

Um…

Hello.

It's you.

Hi.

Hi.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,
we have a student here all the way from…

-New York.
-New York, New York. Welcome, welcome.

I notice you don't have any cake.
We have to make you feel at home.

And they do say that everything

is bigger in New York.

Actually, that's Texas.

Either way.

-I don't really want the cake.
-Don't want the cake?

-No.
-Fine. Yeah.

It's just that Mrs. Mackenzie crafted it
in our very own college kitchen,

so it's basically an insult
to the college,

everyone here, and all of Oxford--

-I'm going to eat it.
-I'm not gonna force you to eat it.

-It's slightly unusual--
-I want it.

-I know you do, but--
-I insist.

Mmm.

It's delicious.

Good. So, poetry.

I liked poetry, but, I mean,
Victorian poetry, that's for my dad.

Stale old men in top hats
banging on about the glory of foreign wars

might not be the most exciting thing
in the world, but

never in my wildest dreams

did I expect to find
in the work of the Victorians

such… despair,

such terror, such beauty,

wisdom, lust.

If you don't mind,

I would love it if you read us this poem.

It was written by an American,

so I think we'd all like it
if we heard it in the original cadence.

"My candle burns at both ends

It will not last the night

But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends

It gives a lovely light"

Thank you.

That was Edna St. Vincent Millay.

There are many different
interpretations of those words,

but here's my tuppence worth.

I believe that what she is saying is that
a well-lived life might come at a price,

but bugger me
if it's not worth every penny.

Nothing is permanent.

Our passions, our loves,
or indeed our lives

might indeed be fleeting,

but if, while we have the chance,
we embrace them fully,

then we can say that we have truly lived.

Poetry… Poetry can be taught,
but, really, it should be tried.

It should be tested.
It should be engaged with.

Take it on. Allow it to change your life.

And so, in that vein, I will endeavor
to teach you but one thing in my class.

Can anyone guess what it might be?

To eat cake?

Every chance you get.

Uh, ping them in an email to me,
and we can, uh, schedule a tute.

Yeah. So…

Uh, can I have a word?

So you're my American MA scholar.

And you're not the professor
I came to see.

Uh, no, but, uh, I'm only covering
for Professor Styan

when she can't be bothered.

She's very lazy, actually.
Sorry to disappoint.

I am disappointed.

-So, the other day…
-Hmm.

Um…

-I don't normally hide in chip shops.
-And drench people with puddles.

Terrible mistake.

Truly, I… I had absolutely no intention

of starting an impromptu
wet T-shirt competition.

But if I did, then you'd win.

Shouldn't be discussing
wet T-shirt competitions.

Never been to one.

Obviously.

Um… Once…

I'm actually very mature.

Oh, well, that is very reassuring.

-So am I.
-Congratulations,ProfessorDavenport.

-Your first class.
-Uh, would you like some cake?

No, of course not. When was the last time
you saw me eat cake?

My birthday?

Anna!

Hey.

Flirting with the hot teacher
on the first day?

-What? No! I, uh--
-Oh, no, I love it.

Have you got a bike?

I have not.

You can't be in Oxford
and not have a bike.

Right, get on. I know a man.

-Is it safe?
-Oh, I wouldn't have thought so.

It's not.

I think I'll… I'll follow you.

Well, I hope you're quick.

Good luck.

Oh. Maggie!

Coming!

Mother of God!

Oh God, not again.

Oh, my…

Hello, Tom. Everything all right?

Dropped a bloody copy of Hargreaves'
medical ailments on my metatarsal.

Ouch. The irony.

Well, this is Anna. She's from America.

Anna, which are we destined to be?
Friends or lovers?

-Friends.
-Absolutely sure?

-Positive.
-100%?

-Friends.
-Wow. Cold.

The best ones
are always the cruelest. Right?

-Not always.
-Come in.

-Hey, have you got that book I lent--
-No!

Wow.

Here she is.

The Duchess.

Okay. Wow. She is so… so British.

-Which is… a good thing?
-Oh, yeah.

If it's British you're after, then I have
the perfect evening of entertainment.

Welcome
toNaked Attraction,

the dating show
that likes to let it all hang out.

It's funny. It's classic. So subversive.

She's right. You know,
Naked Attractionis subversive.

Oh, no, I meant "A Man's Requirements"
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Listen.

"Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear
Woman's love no fable

I will love thee half a year
As a man is able"

Uh… How is that subversive?

She calls out
the arrested development man whore

in the 1800s.

It's brilliant.
It's perfect for Professor Davenport.

I'm gonna go send it.

My God, she's keen. She's left
before they revealed the penises.

Oh, there they are.

-I would like you to leave.
-Fine!

You'd better be there. Do you hear me?

-Sorry. Um… I can come back.
-No.

No, come in. Take a seat.

What did you think of your piece?

I…

I think I made some good insights,
observations, and analyses.

What did you think of my work?

Work? That's exactly what it felt like.

In 3,000 words, you managed to explore
the suffragettes, the birth of feminism,

Salem witch hunts.

It's an extraordinary accomplishment.
You did everything except the assignment.

Okay, well, um…

I will go work on it some more.

Wait, no, no. Um…

I'm so sorry.

Um… Let's start again, please.
I'm so sorry.

Weird morning.

Out of all the poems in the book,
why did you… choose this one?

Because I think
it speaks to a truth about men.

You think that men are only capable
of loving a woman for six months?

Some men, yes.

But what if they love deeply

for that time?

Do you think that things
are only meaningful if they last forever?

Of course.

Well, I think that you picked this poem

because you think
that it speaks to something about me,

which is disappointing,

because I wanted to know
something about you.

I want you to pick a different poem.
The first one… that speaks to you.

-You have one?
-Mmm.

Great.

"Ah, love, let us be true to one another

For the world which seems to lie before us
Like a land of dreams

So various, so beautiful, so new"

"Hath really neither joy
Nor love, nor light"

"Nor certitude, nor peace

Nor help for pain

And we are here as on a darkling plain"

"Swept with confused alarms
Of struggle and flight"

"Where ignorant armies clash by night"

Now, quick, without thinking,
what is Matthew Arnold saying?

I think that the reality of life
is that it's hard.

But at least we have each other.

I'm impressed.

You found hope
in the single most pessimistic poem

of the Victorian era.

Well. now you know something about me.

-I just got a call from your Dad--
-Oh my God!

-No, it was totally my fault.
-I'm so sorry.

-Uh…
-Um…

-Hi, Cecelia.
-Hi.

-We're just… finishing.
-Uh… Yep.

-Thank you. Thankyou. Um…
-Yes. Thank you. Yes.

-I'll see you in class. Sorry.
-Yeah.

Anna.

It has been brought to our attention
that you've never been to a pub.

True.

Disgraceful. Put some shoes on
and follow us immediately.

Ooh, no, not those ones.

Pubs are like churches.

Except we consider them sacred
and attend them religiously.

To our new friend Anna,

who's come 3,408 miles
for a 929-year-old education.

Cheers.

-Cheers! Yeah!
-Down the hatch! Whoo!

Oh God, this thing is bloody itchy. Hold.

Yeah, all right. You haven't…

Just can't…
you just can't get the purchase.

This is your first time wearing a jumper?

Do we need to talk about Tom?

-You're so nearly there.
-Do you fancy him?

No, but you do.

Oh, I know.
I think he's the dog's bollocks.

You think he's the dog's balls?

Oh! Oh, no, no, it's a good thing.

Hmm.

Hello, all.

Everyone's super excited to have you
in Oxford. You're such a novelty.

Let me introduce you
to some eligible bachelors.

I'm assuming you're single.

Come, come.

Oxford boys have got brilliant minds.

-You misunderstand me.
-No, I understand you perfectly.

You're saying
that all Americans are stupid.

No, no! You're, um… blunt, naive,

which I happen to find endearing.

And about what exactly
are we so painfully naive?

Little things.

Geography, world history,

your gun culture,

your impact on other countries,
your willful celebration of ignorance.

Yeah, you're pissed, Ian. Go home.

And your absolute inability
to understand irony and sarcasm.

Oh yeah. No, that's fair.

Perhaps you could teach me about irony.

I'm sure you're a great teacher.

I actually am.

I probably could help you.

Hey, Mags, I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

The loo.

-The loo.
-Mugged you off there, mate.

Hey, Miss Mexico.

Miss Diversity Quota.

Do you have something to say to me?

We all know
you're here to make up the numbers.

And I will forgive you for taking
the place of someone far more deserving

if you buy me a drink.

Hmm.

How about you share mine?

Oh my…

Hey, Mags, um, I'm gonna go.

-Don't go… Oh!
-This is not my kind of place.

Mate. Don't.

I don't need rescuing, thank you.

No, of course, you're incredibly scary,
but to be clear, I was rescuing him.

Can I walk you home?

I'm pretty sure I can cope
with the mean streets of Oxford.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

It's the gargoyles, actually.
They're especially vicious at night.

They eat Americans.

Well, what if I scare them away
by asking blunt questions?

Oh yeah, that would work. Big time.
That's kryptonite for the British.

Even the gargoyles.

I wouldn't wanna drag you away
from your harem of girls back there.

Well, if harem girls are anything,
it's patient.

Shall we?

At least my first time in a British pub
will be memorable.

That was your first time in a British pub?

Unacceptable.

So, Anna, why did you choose Oxford?

I have a library fetish.

Okay.

I just love being surrounded by books.

I just think there's no better smell
in the world than the smell of old books.

When I was ten,
I read all the Philip Pullman novels, and

the story of a young girl

rushing across this magical
and ancient city stuck with me,

and I decided that somehow, some way,

I would sit among those dusty old books
and first editions.

Sorry, you started planning
to come here when you were ten?

Ten and three quarters, actually.

Oh, fine, then. Great.

My parents always told me
that I could do anything,

so it just never even crossed my mind
that I shouldn't try.

They must be really proud of you.

They're even prouder of the fact

that I already have a job
as a financial analyst

at Goldman Sachs when I get back.

Uh, what…

As a layman, what does an analyst do?

It's primarily research.
Digging into companies, their accounts,

and compiling that information
into reports for corporate clients.

That sounds riveting.

Well, not everyone can afford
a vintage car on a teacher's salary.

It's funny,
I've got it in the back of my head.

I was wondering what happened
to that ten-year-old dreamer.

She found a new dream.

To make enough money
not to have to worry about money.

Mo… money can't solve all problems.

Is literally something
only rich people say.

There's no safety net for me, you know,
so it's college, Oxford, Goldman, period.

-Got it all planned out.
-I mean, you have to, don't you think?

If you wanna live deliberately.

I think that life has a way
of derailing even the best-laid plans.

Really?

And I'm also of the opinion

that the best bits of life
are often the messiest.

So how did you get here without a plan?

No, wait, let me guess.

Prep school,

private tutors,

Eton, Oxford.

-How did you know that I needed a tutor?
-I said "tutors."

It's karaoke all night,
so let's get singing!

Oh, baby, baby

How was I supposed to know…

-You think you can do better?
-That somethin' wasn't right here?

I'm almost certain
I could do better than that, yeah.

You sing, Professor Davenport?

Well, I was in a band.

-Now you're out of sight…
-Bacteria Overflow.

Show me…

We gigged twice, so it's, uh…
it's a pretty big deal.

Over here, anyway, you know.

Does that mean that if I buy you a drink
that makes me a groupie?

-To know now, oh, because…
-Yes, I think it does.

-Two drinks coming up.
-My loneliness is killin' me

And I

I must confess, I still believe

Still believe

Hit me, baby, one more time

All right, that was pretty terrible.

Hey. Thank you.

Next up, singing Coldplay's "Yellow,"

Jamie Davenport!

-What?
-Where are you, Jamie?

Sorry. Sorry, Anna. What have you done?

I just booked your third gig.

-Jamie there?
-Anna, the other two were when I was 12.

-Are you Jamie?
-You've had plenty of time to practice.

Anna, I was a bass player.

Well, then, good luck.

Where are you, Jamie?

Jamie! Jamie!

-No, Anna. Anna, seriously. Seriously…
-Jamie! Jamie!

-Please, please. Look…
-Jamie! Jamie!

Jamie! Jamie!

Jamie! Jamie! Jamie!

Don't be shy!

Look at the stars

See how they shine for you

And everything that you do

Yeah, they were all yellow

Uh, came along

I wrote a song for you

And ev… all the things you do…

Yeah, and it was called "Yellow"

So then…

-No.
-Have you heard this song before?

So then I took my turn

Oh, what a thing to have done

And it was all yellow

Your skin

Oh, yeah, your skin and bones

Turn into

Somethin' beautiful

Yeah, you know

You know I love you so

You know I love you… you so…

Oh!

Oh, wow.

Oy, oy.

See, I'm of the opinion that
you should never regret things you do.

You should only regret
the things that you don't do.

Right, but you must regret that karaoke.

Sorry, the only thing that I regret is
not following up with a Céline Dion. Now.

It is tradition here that after karaoke,
you have to eat.

I'm about to introduce you
to a true Oxford institution.

Is that an elephant's leg?

Here you go.

Thank you.

Yes, boss?

Okay, who's next?

Trust me.

Some rice?

Mmm.

That's good.

That's really good.

My friend.

Cheers, Dimitri. Aah!

-It's really good.
-I know.

Okay, your turn.

Right. Um, the master at work.

-Here we go.
-Ready?

Uh-huh.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh no.

-Oh my God, I need a napkin.
-No, you don't!

-Yes, I do.
-Resist.

This is the messy bit.

Come on.

-Mm-hmm.
-Hmm…

It's so good.

-It'ssogood, right?
-Mmm!

Well, I definitely did not have
bad karaoke and kebabs

on my Oxford wish list,

but, um…

I had a really great time.

So would you

care to come up for some tea and crumpet?

Better not.

Good night, Anna.

I mean, you've humiliated yourself,
but now you need to move on.

And we've all been there.

-Have you?
-God, no. It's an expression.

Well, Jamie Davenport
may have turned you down,

but you certainly
won't be short of attention in that.

It was either this or Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

-Sexy '60s Ruth Bader?
-No.

Oh. Well, you know, this is… is perfect.

It's American. It's powerful.

It's going to knock their socks off.

Thank you. And you look great as Dracula.

Dracula? Anthony Bridgerton. Honestly.

-Tell me, tell me…
-Whoo!

Oh, come on, tell me

Now, oh, come on, tell me…

Hiya. Hi.

-So it's not a costume party?
-If you wanna say somethin'…

Hello, Wonder Woman.
I could do with saving from that bloke.

Ah, not your type?

Seriously, I didn't come out
to talk about molecular biology.

Can I get you a drink?
If it's okay with Lord Bridgerton.

Oh, you absolutely have my permission.

Just, I don't understand
how this is Halloween.

I mean, does anyone make any effort
in this country at all?

Well, I mean, excuse me.

Oh, not you. You look wonderfully weird.

And you, you look like
the slutty savior of the human race.

You said it, Anthony.

Well, I wouldn't mind if you gave me
a ride in your invisible plane.

-What?
-Uh, an invisible plane.

Uh, Wonder Woman,
she… she has an invisible plane.

You… you can't see it.
It's an invisible plane.

Right.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, do you wanna dance?

Wheels up.

When we get high on my break time

And we're just--

Big mistake is leaning too far back
on the pull,

'cause it ruins the coordination,

and it happens all the time
to guys that are top-heavy.

Wow.

-Is the, uh… race coming up soon?
-No!

I wouldn't be out if it was.

You can lose a race
by the smallest of margins.

Hmm.

-You okay?
-Mmm.

Come here.

I'm hungry.

What's so funny?

Oh my God. Are you serious?

No, I… I couldn't eat that.

It would be like putting diesel
in a Rolls-Royce

instead of premium unleaded.

Ah.

-You're right.
-Yeah?

I don't know what I was thinking.

Good night.

-Night, Dimitri.
-Good night.

Also, Wilde was a massive fan of Keats.

He hated that his… his love letters
were being sold for profit.

"That small and sickly eyes
May glare and gloat"

That's us for today. Thank you, guys.

Right, I need to return my costume.

Jack the Ripper?

No. Anna, are you coming?

Anna, do you have a minute?

If you have time, there's
something that I'd like to show you.

I think it's quite special.

You didn't think I'd been to the Bodleian?

It was, like, the second thing on my list.

-After?
-Fish and chips.

But have you been
to the library within the library?

Welcome to Duke Humfrey's Library.

No, they're alarmed.

Hello, Laura.

I put it out for you, Jamie.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Behold the inner sanctum.

-It's Millay.
-Mm-hmm.

First edition.

Oh!

-It smells so good.
-Mm-hmm.

Wow.

So I saw you at the club last night.

Oh yeah?

I was gonna say hello,
but I think you left.

Couldn't find you
or the meathead rower you were with.

Hmm.

Well, we left together.

You must have missed that,
being so busy with Cecelia.

-How many copies were printed?
-Go straight home?

No.

Gotcha.

The crumpet, then?

No.

-We went to Dimitri's.
-What…

Sh!

…most people don't know
is that 126 copies were printed.

Dimitri's is our place.

Ours?

As in me and you?

When was this printed,

Professor?

It's, um…

it's, um…

Nine…

Nineteen, um…

1917.

Yeah.

1917.

-Thank you, Laura. I just have to run.
-It's a great book.

Where are we going?

Just… somewhere.

Yours?

No.

It's too far.

How long will it take you
to put the top up?

-So, thanks for the ride…
-Mmm.

…home.

…for a year, in college…

Not to be blunt,
but this is just fun, right?

Oh yeah.

-Fun.
-Fun.

-Fun.
-Fun.

-So fun.
-So fun.

Well, fun's all I've got to give,
so enjoy it while it lasts.

Mind if I sit?

Sure.

It's funny. We're famous for it,

but I'm sure it's only tourists and
my grandmother that take afternoon tea.

Word is, you and Jamie are quite the item.

Well, I wouldn't say we're an item.
We're just… having fun.

Yes, that's what he's good at.

But the question is, are you?

Look, I know we like to think of ourselves
as modern women,

but when it comes down to it,
it's hard not to get emotionally involved.

Trust me, Anna.

It's not worth the pain.

Enjoy your tea.

-We agreed we're just having fun.
-Mm-hmm.

Oh, fun, that's great. How fun!

You have got to stop saying "fun."

But it is so fun.

And I suppose, because you're leaving,
you have a built-in end.

Exactly. It'll probably only last,
like, a month or two.

Hmm.

Okay, guess which one
looks just like my ex.

Oh, I do

Everything I dreamed about
Is comin' on

Trade it for a moment in the sun

All that other noise
Is just a waste of time

You're the only music on my mind

I don't need money
I don't need to be cool

I'll trade it for
A moment in the sun with you

-Anna.
-Oh, no. You go first.

Anna, it would be my privilege.

Winter, spring

Summer, fall

A moment's fine
But I wanna feel them all

-Oh
-Ooh, ooh

-I wanna feel them all
-Ooh, ooh…

Ding dong! Merrily on high

Everything I dreamed about
Is comin' on

Trade it for a moment in the sun

All that other noise
Is just a waste of time…

You're the only music on my mind

I don't need money
I don't need to be cool…

Oh, look, they're going to a ball.
I wanna go to a ball.

-…in the sun
-Ooh, ooh…

With you…

No, I'm not…

750 years to celebrate,
and you don't wanna go?

-Uh-huh.
-You're a bore.

No, Anna, believe me,
it is the balls that are a bore.

I will take you
literally anywhere else. Anywhere.

-Anywhere?
-Uh-huh.

How about your place?

There are these killer vines
at the moment.

-Sure.
-They're sort of like…

Oh, wow.

…a moment in the sun

All that other noise
Is just a waste of time

You're the only music on my mind

I don't need money
I don't need to be cool

I'll trade it for
A moment in the sun with you…

Anna! Are you doing your reading
for Goldman Sachs?

Mm-hmm.

Don't get distracted, huh?

Your future is too important.

-Ooh, ooh
-I wanna feel them all…

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

I don't need money
I don't need to be cool

I'll trade it for
A moment in the sun with you…

There's other people as well from…

Ooh!

I just… I still can't stop
gaping at everything like a tourist.

It's just incredible
that Shelley and Tolkien and Wilde

all wandered through these gardens.

It's just we don't have this back home.
This… history.

-Yeah, but you've got other things.
-Uh-huh.

Baseball.

Really big cars.

No, if you like this,

then you absolutely have to go
on a grand tour around Europe

before you leave.

A grand tour?

Yeah, like Byron.
You've gotta start in Paris.

-Mmm.
-Get drunk by the Seine, of course.

Of course.

And then I'd go to Venice
and spend the whole night on a gondola.

And then I'd go to Greece
and I'd visit the Temple of Poseidon.

It's high on a promontory
above the Aegean Sea.

And then I'd sit down on a

glorious beach to, as Tennyson said,

watch "sunset and evening star."

Sounds like someone else has a plan.

Yeah, I think I might.

And you must…

you must go
to the red-light district in Amsterdam.

I'm not that kind of girl.

No, there's a

church there.

Our Lord in the Attic.

This hidden door
leads you to this sanctuary.

It's…

It's so beautiful.

Take your breath away.

We could go together.

-Together?
-Hmm.

I don't know, Professor.
That sounds rather serious.

I'm only looking for fun.

I go back to New York soon.

Yes, you do.

Well, maybe instead of a grand tour,
we could do a small tour.

Round my place.

Your place?

-You have a place?
-I do.

Wow.

God, it's been so long,
I assumed you lived in that car.

Don't judge me.
I'm still gettin' settled in.

I only moved out of college a year ago.

My, uh… aunt left me the house.

I say left. She's not dead.

She, um… just couldn't be bothered
with the renovation

and, of course, moved to Croatia.

Did you build these toy cars?

They're model cars. Um…

But yes, when I was a kid, with my dad.
And my brother, Eddie.

It's a lot harder than it looks.

We'd spend days on each one,
the three of us.

Hours into the night.

And then, when I got older,
we started working on real cars.

Like the Jaguar?

Yeah, that…

That was the last thing that we did
before Eddie died.

-Oh my God, I'm so sorry--
-It's funny.

Every person in your family
plays a certain role, right?

And after he was gone,
I realized that I didn't just lose

my brother.

I lost my whole way
of communicating with my father.

-Have you spoken to him about it?
-No.

No. We're Englishmen, Anna.
We don't talk about our feelings.

Right.

In fact, that might be the first time

I've told anyone
I'm not speaking to my dad.

-How did your brother die?
-Let's continue with the tour!

You haven't seen the bedroom yet.
Best view ever.

And, oh, please be careful.
I've just had the carpets done.

Good morning.

Going somewhere?

Yes, I forgot I had this thing.

Styan bestowed
another responsibility upon me.

Oh.

Well, in a way,
I, too, am a responsibility

that Styan bestowed upon you.

Sorry.

Uh, Maggie texted about the Boat Race
next weekend.

You gonna come down with us?

I'm so sorry, what was that?

The, uh… the Boat Race next weekend.

Are you coming?

Uh, no, I don't think I can.

I'm gonna be really busy
over the next few weeks.

I have to really focus
on my doctoral thesis.

Right. Of course.

I'm gonna go get dressed.

Yes, great. Thank you.

-Oxford!
-Whoo-hoo!

So kind

So long, dance on

She's gone, dance on…

Whoo! Whoo!

Dance on…

Row faster!

Sink 'em, Oxford! Sink 'em, Oxford!

Is he coming?

No, he can't. He's studying.
I haven't seen him all week.

I'm sure he'd be here if he could.

His thesis is important. I get it.

-Laura! Hey.
-Hey! Nice turnout.

Yeah, it seems like everyone is here.

Except Jamie.

Although you must be sick of seeing him
all the time in the library every day.

Oh, no. I haven't seen Jamie in weeks.

I'm gonna try and get a pint
in that scrum. You guys want anything?

-No, I'm good. Thanks.
-Okay.

It was probably
an innocent misunderstanding.

Jamie is not the type to sleep around.

Okay, you knew that he was a player.

You declared you wanted casual.
This is basically what you asked for.

Cecelia warned me to stay away.

Warned you like, "Hope you're doing okay,"
or, "Back off or else"?

Oh, balls. It was "back off or else."

Is she here?

Looking for me?

Hello, Ridley. Uh, did Cecelia
not come with you guys today?

No, this past week, she decided
to hunker down and do some work.

But missing the Boat Race?
Should be sent down.

The ladies won
by the exact yardage I bet on. 152.

I've just won 500 quid.

-Oh my God!
-The beers are on me.

-Come on.
-To the bar!

Right. What's everyone having?

Listen, if he wants to see other people,
I'm fine with that.

-Sure you are.
-But I won't be lied to.

-No.
-No.

-No.
-No.

No. Bollocks.
Go knock his bloody door down.

-I know the code.
-Even better. Let yourself in.

Yeah!

Bollocks to this.

-Bo… bollocks? Bollocks.
-Yeah.

Bollocks to this!

Jamie?

I'm gonna get a coffee.

Do you want one?

You must be exhausted.

Oh my God.

No. Anna, wait. Anna--

-What is this?
-Get out.

-Jamie, are--
-Get… out!

Eddie had cancer.

And they tried everything.

Every… treatment.

Every clinical trial.

And in the end, he just wanted it to stop.

'Cause the time it had earned him
was just spent in hospital in pain.

You don't live longer.
You just die slower.

Um… My father,

so bent on never losing himself,

he couldn't understand why someone else
wouldn't fight until the end.

But there are some things that you just…

You can't fight.
Like your own body when it turns on you.

It's just I…

I don't understand
how you've been dealing with all of this.

Well, I've had Cecelia,

who was Eddie's girlfriend.

And she was with him
through all of it. Um…

We're basically family now.

And how's your mom coping?

Yeah, not great, but, um… she's a champ.

Uh… never makes it about herself,
unlike my father.

Even when Eddie was… was dying, he, um…

All he could do was push him.
We fought over it then, and, um…

things were said.

Um…

Anyway, uh…

now I'm in the same situation.

It's genetic.

What you saw was my final treatment.

So maybe it buys me time,
maybe it doesn't.

But either way,
I won't submit myself to any more.

And… my father
simply can't respect that choice.

Mmm!

I think this would be my death-row meal.

What about you?

How is any of this funny?

It's funny because

the two people in this city
who most needed a casual relationship

ended up here.

Don't waste the short time
you have left in Oxford on me.

I saw what happened to Cecelia with Eddie.

I'm not putting you through that.

We said we'd have fun, and we have.

Loads of it.

But my illness isn't fun, so it ends now.

With a kebab.

Just because something is fleeting
doesn't mean it's not meaningful.

I can't pretend to understand
what you're going through,

but I know
that you don't have to do it alone.

This is the messiness of life,

and as an annoyingly brilliant man
once told me…

these are the best bits.

-Whoa!
-Oi-oi!

Nothing's changed.

Keep having fun.

Yeah.

-We'll keep having fun.
-Mmm.

Aah!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

-Oh, Professor Styan.
-Mm-hmm?

Sorry, you're on the committee

for the septicentennial and fifty ball,
aren't you?

I am.

I'm also aware
of your contempt for all things…

What was it?

Gaudy, naff, and classless
dressed as high taste?

Yes. Uh, that does
sound like me, doesn't it?

Um, but…

I just had a few questions about
the kind of grip that you do on the--

Wh…

Excuse me!

Oh my God! Oh my God!

Wait, we're all going?

-Hey.
-Mm-hmm?

I'm right by your side.

Okay.

-Hello, Mother.
-Hello, darling.

-You look exquisite.
-Thank you.

I'm gonna get drunk
and go on a fucking Ferris wheel.

I would like you to meet my friend, Anna.

Yes, I heard rumors that my son
was dating a very pretty American girl.

Yes, I heard them, too, sir,
but I didn't let that stop me.

Excuse me. Might we have
a quick word, Lady Davenport?

Oh, yes, of course.

Sorry, such a bore.

Jamie, if we could, um… perhaps just…

There's something about it…

So which are we destined to be, friends

or lovers?

Neither.

-Tom!
-There was a third option.

-Hey. Anna, you look absolutely…
-Can't tell you what makes it perfect

You're the cure for the hurt…

Stunning, isn't she?

It's a shame it takes a dress and heels
for a guy to notice.

-Hmm?
-Hmm?

What? Oh, you thought
I was looking at Maggie like that!

Can you imagine?
No, no, Maggie and I, we're just

friends.

Best way to be, mate.
Don't get involved, don't get hurt.

Bring it back, sing it back

Bring it back, sing it back to me

Bring it back, sing it back

Bring it back, sing it back to me

When you are ready, I will surrender

Take me and do as you wish

Have what you want
Your way's always the best way…

Hello, Anna.

-Can I tempt you with a drink?
-I succumbed to this passive sensation

Peacefully falling away…

Sure. I'd like that.

I am a zombie
Your wish will command me

So my mom
came from Argentina with nothing,

and my dad's a Cuban émigré.

Now their daughter's
taking a master's at Oxford

and is soon to start at Goldman.

You've done your research.

Yeah, well, Jamie might not talk to me,

but thankfully,
he still talks to his mother.

I have to be
totally transparent with you, Anna.

I want the best possible
medical treatment for Jamie,

but… but he has to fight.

Currently not speaking to me, so…
…I can't give him the details.

Jamie saw what happened with Eddie,

so I… think
he knows about the treatment, sir.

Mmm… not all of them. I mean, how can he?

What he and Eddie have is incredibly rare.

I've been talking to people,

making donations, sponsoring research.

I can't imagine how hard this is for you.

Jamie thinks he knows best, but

he doesn't.

He looks healthy, but, um… he's not.

He needs to return to our home
for more treatment, and, uh…

I expect you to help us convince him.

I'm so glad
we've reached this understanding.

Jamie said that words were exchanged
when Edward died.

What did you say to him?

You dare to judge me?

Have you watched someone you love
more than your own life die?

You have no idea
what it's like to lose a child,

knowing you may soon lose another.

Everybody dance

Do-do-do-do, clap your hands

Clap your hands

Everybody dance…

What have you done now?

You've not signed me up
to sing with the band, have you?

-I was just talking to your dad.
-Mm-hmm?

Jamie, you need to work this out.

Anna. I know that you have your life
perfectly planned out.

Don't need to try and fix mine.
Some things are just broken.

Okay, as your friend, I think he--

Do you want a drink? I do.

Excuse me.

No. I mean, I used to love football,
and I was good at it too.

If it hadn't been
for the homophobic locker room chat.

I mean, honestly, they'd call me
Bender Like Beckham,

Cristiano Ronald-ooh,

and Sabrina the Queen Age Bitch,
which had nothing to do with football.

You should play
with the college gay football society.

The guys are great.

I would… I would love that.

And after a match,
maybe we could get dinner, watch a movie?

Wh… Uh, me?

No.

No, I just, uh…

Uh… I will be straight back.
I'm just gonna…

Oh my God.
I mean, I've never been so insulted.

A ten-minute chat
and he's ready to take me up the aisle.

Do I look like the kind of guy
that's ready to commit?

I don't know who on earth you are.

Yeah, I'm not so sure myself.

Don't know who you think
That you're confusin'

I be like, "Ooh, it's amusin'"

You think I'm gonna fall for an illu…

Cecelia. Hi.

Jamie told me…

Whew.

It was like watching a car crash
in slow motion.

He was so brave, but it… it…

completely ruined me.

And there's no getting over it.

I go out,
I flirt with the occasional guy, but

that's it.

Tryna make me yours for life
Takin' me for a ride…

I shall be a spinster forever, I suppose.

Think you play your cards right

Don't you know
I could do this dance all night?

-Ooh
-Ooh

What you doin'?

Don't know who you think
That you're confusin'

I be like, "Ooh, it's amusin'"

You think
I'm gonna fall for an illusion…

-What is it, Tom?
-I was wondering if I could have a quick…

Just gonna…

Yeah, just gonna grab…

-Dance all night…
-Uh…

Dance all night…

Are we having a dance?

-You… you know I can't dance, so…
-What is it? I had a good thing going.

Yes, I mean, but that's just it, isn't it?

Um… because, I mean,
you're off dancing with tattooed… Tony,

when perhaps you and I could be, you know…

I can teach you to unicycle.

-Tom, are you chatting me up?
-Yes, yes, I am.

Somethin' to say?

I'm really sorry.

-I didn't mean to be a--
-Bellend?

It's okay.

You Englishmen find it hard
to talk about your emotions.

Do you want to dance?

La, la, la-la-la

-La, la, la…
-Like that?

La, la, la-la-la

La, la, la

-La, la, la-la-la…
-No.

-Much worse than that.
-I just can't get you out of my head

Boy, your lovin' is all I think about

I just can't get you out of my head

I feel the rush
Addicted to your touch

Oh, I feel the rush

It's so good, it's so good

I feel the rush
Addicted to your touch

Oh, I feel the rush

It's so good, it's so good

So good when we slow gravity, so good

It's so good, it's so good

-I love your mom.
-Uh-huh.

She gave me her number, and she told me
to call her for a chin-wag,

which Maggie said isn't jaw surgery,
but a friendly conversation.

Can you unzip me, please?

Yes, absolutely. I'm just feel…ing…

Jamie!

Jamie! Jam…

Do you like those flowers?

They're fake.

It's a secret.

On the plus side,

at least I didn't turn into a pumpkin
until after the ball, huh?

Can you exist without your irony?

No.

Anna, I'm fine. It was overexertion.

I'm probably a little bit better
than you are.

We can maybe get one of these nurses
to slip you something for your hangover.

-Here we go. This should help.
-Thanks.

Jamie, you'll need something
a bit stronger.

Whiskey?

I've recently been drinking rather a lot
of Buckfast. Have you heard of that?

Oh, really? Have you?
Yes.

Just wondering, maybe a bit of that
with some mezcal thrown in.

I think… I think I might have a latte.

Professor Styan's asked me
to step in once again, apologies,

to discuss Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar,"

arguably one of the greatest poems
about life and death ever written.

And he's comparing death
to setting out to sea.

All he wants in his final moments
is to hear the gentle tolling of a bell

and then to be swallowed up by darkness.

And rather than being afraid of death,
he is embracing it.

And I say, why the hell not?

Because it's the end of everything.

It's the end of… of all the things
that you should have done.

Yes… uh, but,

maybe, Maggie, it is not the length
of time that you spend on Earth.

Maybe it's what you do with it.

Well, I hope to be in a bar when I die.

Not in a sad way.
In, like, a… In, like, a fun way.

No, but I, like… So if I'm, like, laughing
and I fall off my chair.

But not because I've had too much to…

I may have had, like, one drink,
maybe two, like?

But a fun drink, like, with a straw.
Piña colada, something like that.

And my boyfriend, he's there.
He loves that.

He kisses me on the cheek,
like, um, tenderly,

but enough to say
we're still interested in each other.

At that point,
I'm doing a lot of philanthropy,

and I think people can tell.

There's a twinkle in my eyes
that says I care.

So when I die,
there's a big loss to the charity sector.

People are obviously upset.

You know, a great beauty lost from Oxford.

But then, obvi-- But I do still die,
but it's, like, the right time.

But, yes, it's in a bar.

So Tennyson's bar is a sandbar.

Um…

Anna!

Mom, what are you doing up?

I just finished the night shift.

It's overtime.
You know I cannot say no to that.

Anyway, because I'm up,

I get to talk to you.

You're back so soon!

I know. It's gone so fast.

Oh, no, it's been too long.

I saw Stephen Delgado's mother.

Oh, how is he?

He's making six figures already.

Anna, I have something
I really need to discuss with you.

Yes?

-Your birthday. It's next weekend.
-Oh my God. Jamie!

So which should it be?
Are we gonna get drunk by the Seine,

or are we gonna go swimming
in the Aegean, or both?

We can do anything.
Go anywhere that your heart desires.

-Go anywhere?
-Anywhere.

-And do anything?
-Anything.

-Whoo-hoo!
-Jesus Christ, look at the road!

Je… You can wipe that smug smile
right off your face.

Slow down.

Slow down, we're turning! Oh my God!

Anna, I have restored this car once.
Please, please, please be careful.

Oh, come on, this is so much fun!

Please focus on the road.

I feel like I'm Elizabeth Bennett
on the road to Pemberley.

It takes her, like, an hour
just to get past the grounds.

Then all of a sudden
they turn a corner and…

Oh my God!

You grew up here?

Yes.

-Here?
-Yes.

-This place?
-Yes.

Huh.

What a shithole.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoo-hoo!

-Oh, you're here!
-Hello.

Oh, Anna, you get more beautiful
each time I see you.

-Oh!
-Keep this up and we shan't be friends.

How are you?

She's in Anglophile ecstasy.

Hello, darling.

Your father's just finishing some reading.

Come, let me show you
where Elizabeth imprisoned Mary.

-No…
-Yes.

-No!
-Yes.

Well, if he ever gets
too big for his boots,

remind him that
his grandfather seven times removed

was groom of the stool,

meaning he wiped the king's arse.

Hi. I was just learning about
your grandfather seven times removed.

Okay, right, so she tells this story
like it's a really bad thing,

but Lord Norris was very powerful.

He had the ear of the king.

And not just the ear.

Come, let me show you the tapestry room.
Lead on, my dear.

Surprise!

-No, you didn't.
-I'm afraid I did.

Surprise!

Jamie, I don't like surprises.

Oh, my mistake. I'll just cancel
the birthday and send ev--

Should we… um…

-Right.
-Yes. Yes!

Surprise?

-Yes!
-Yay!

-Hi!
-Hi!

To Anna!

To Anna!

-Yay!
-Ooh!

Charlie, you're actually
quite good at this.

I was the captain
of my school croquet team.

We lost every game.

Right, who's next?
Is it the birthday girl, you say?

Yes!

You know, I've never played.

Oh, really?
It's a good job that you've got a list

of things you've never done
that you're doing.

Actually, I don't have the list anymore.

Completed it?

No, just… taking each day as it comes.

-I like it.
-Mmm.

Right, okay, so…

-Just bend over?
-Yeah.

Oh my God, get a room.

We have a room.
Queen Elizabeth slept in it.

Oooh!

-Aww.
-Ah, okay.

So actually, in croquet

that's terrible.

I think I just have a bad teacher.

Really? Wow, okay. Seems a bit harsh.

Uh, next?

Oh, actually, is one bottle enough?

-Charlie.
-Mm-hmm.

-Mmm.
-I'll get another one.

-Okay.
-Back in a sec.

-Oh, sorry. No, please. You…
-Sorry. After you.

-I'll just take this up.
-We're having beef Wellington.

Yeah. This is for outside.

Jamie, might we have a word?

Must we?

Today?

Fine.

Ah…

-I'll get the broom.
-Leave it. Luke can clean it up.

-It's not necessary.
-I said leave it!

Will you listen to me?

Just for once.

Now, I spoke with Dr. Patel,
and he said there's a new drug--

No more drugs. I told you, I'm done.

-You have to keep fighting!
-God, you just don't get it!

I don't wanna spend
the time that I have left in a hospital.

I wanna spend it in Oxford, doing
what I love with the people that I love.

I won't accept it.

I can't just watch you…

Your brother at least tried.

Yes.

Yeah.

Edward never put a foot wrong
in your eyes.

-I… I never favored him.
-You know what you said?

I know what you said.

I was a mess.

I was grieving my son.

My brother!

James.

Please.

I'm just trying to keep you alive.

It's not your decision to make.

Jamie?

Jamie?

How's the birthday going?

There's still time for things to improve.

-Or get worse.
-Ever the optimist.

It's a shit situation, isn't it?

It is.

I mean, it could be less shitty

if the atmosphere between
a certain two people improved.

Oh my God, I agree.
Tom and Maggie kiss way too much.

It's unsettling.

You know, you have to do what I want.
It's my birthday month.

Month?

You're such an American.

Yeah.

And as an American,

can I be blunt?

I assume that you're about to be.

Did Eddie die here?

Uh, yes, he did.

You said that Eddie
played a role in your lives.

Why can't his memory play that same role?

You don't understand.

Of course.

I'm not from here.

I'm gonna go inside.
I have some things to do.

Can I help you?

-Brought you a present.
-Oh.

Thank you.

There was no need.

Of course.

I'll see you at dinner.

Right. Mine next.

Stop!

Predictable, but you can never have
too many pairs of good shoes.

I will think of you every time
I wear them. Which will be a lot.

The plan is to make you miss us
so terribly that you have to come back.

-Mmm.
-Oh.

Have you considered not leaving?

College, Oxford, Goldman.

That was always the plan.

Okay, well, Vera Wang
planned on being a figure skater.

Giorgio Armani trained as a doctor.

And Victoria Beckham wanted to be

a singer.

Meow!

Right, who is left? Ooh, Tom.

-Did not know we were to bring gifts.
-It's her birthday party, Tom!

Right, you have to sing her a song
instead. Come on.

Right. Um…

Oh, beautiful…

Antonia told me that Jamie and Eddie

used to steal
their dad's handmade shoes to wear.

Apparently…

Apparently, William knew
they were doing it, but he was

secretly proud that they liked his style.

I wish I could have met Eddie.

Eddie would have really liked you.

-Yeah.
-Just don't crowd me.

Do you ever regret it?

-D?
-Yes, that's it.

Cecelia!

Do you play? We need some help.

I do. I'm coming.

-That was a bit shit.
-Really.

-Yeah.
-I don't have it.

I could never regret it.

One chord…

-Actually…
-Right, what are we playing?

-Can you…
-Oh yeah. Okay.

Okay.

We could have been anything
That we wanted to be

And that decision was ours…

Yes!

It's been decided

-We're weaker divided…
-Ooh, high!

Let friendship double up our power!

Excuse me.

Anna?

How dare you?

-Jamie?
-William?

Come on! I really don't--

-What? No… There! Ooh! Aah…
-Ooh! Whoa!

-Hey! Hey!
-Ha-ha! Ha-ha!

Oh.

-I'm so sorry.
-Ah.

I missed your present opening. We, um…

We just, um…

-We got talking.
-Ah…

-It led to drinking.
-Yes.

And then we… we finished it.

-Ah, yes. Look.
-Ah.

-Hah!
-I mean…

Um…

So where are the wheels, then?

-Um…
-Ah…

-Where are the wheels? Your…
-I think…

I think it might have been
your department, the wheels.

-You can, yes.
-I think you'd love Taipei!

-No way!
-Yes.

I do not believe you.

I'd, uh… I'd like to raise a toast.

To Anna.

-Happy birthday.
-Mmm.

Thank you for combining
Keats, cars, and Eddie

to make this evening happen.

-Cheers!
-Cheers! Wahey!

Cheers, cheers, cheers!

And, uh…

to Jamie.

My… son.

My boy.

The love

of my life.

I, uh…

I would… I… I want to, uh…

I…

I'm so sorry.

Uh… uh…

-Yes! Uh, yes, yes, yes. To… to Jamie.
-To Jamie.

Cheers. Now, I'd like
to assume the role of Anna's guardian

and ask you, Master Davenport,

what, sir, are your intentions?

-Oh!
-Mmm.

Because, let's be honest,
you were a shagger.

Oh!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You… No. Sorry.
Your mum knows that. Hopefully.

-Of course I knew that.
-Yes. Absolutely.

Serious, like, more bangs
than Bonfire Night.

Would shag anything that wasn't
running for a bus. Sometimes that was.

But you seem to have settled down.

However, I want assurances that

Anna won't find herself alone in

six months' time.

Um…

So… Sorry. What's funny?

Charlie, I'm so sorry to disappoint you,

but if there is one thing
that is absolutely certain,

it's that I will be leaving Anna.

I have one more year of med school,
and I am gonna keep studying for you.

Curing incurable diseases
cannot be that hard.

It might be a bit late for me, Tom,
but I really appreciate the thought.

Hey, where are
we taking this party to next?

We are taking you to bed.

You only want one thing,
and from now on, I won't put out.

-'Cause I deserve more!
-Thank you.

-Come on.
-Amazing.

-Sleep well, Ceci.
-Night, night, darling.

-See you in the morning.
-See you. Night.

Um…

Dad and I might
take another crack at the car,

if that's okay?

No.

No?

Thank you.

I love you too.

-Where were we?
-Right. You.

-The car!
-And no more messing around.

-No more messing around.
-Because you were the reason…

Happy birthday, Anna!

Feliz cumpleaños, mi niña.

Only two more weeks
until you're back,mi amor.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

Okay,necesita hablar conmigo.
Salte, salte.

Okay.

He's gone.

Tell me everything.

I don't know, Mom. I…

I don't even know how… how to…

I just… I…

I don't want the same things
that I thought I wanted.

And I know that I can't afford
to make the wrong choice, but…

I'm staying here.

What?

What? No! No, no!

Why? No, Anna! No. Why are you
throwing your future away like this?

No! No!

See, I knew this would happen.

-You did?
-Yes, of course!

Because you're a… a dreamer, Anna!

I'm sorry, Mom. I just…

I can't leave.

You never know if a choice you make

is right or wrong until you make it.

And even then…

But what matters is that

they are yours

to make.

I don't wanna let you down.

Oh!

Anna.

I always told you you could do anything.

And I didn't just mean
you are capable of anything.

I also meant we are here for you,

no matter what you choose to do.

Well, it's not perfect, but we--

Thank you, Mom.

I will tell them tomorrow that

I am not taking the job.

I love you.

-Te quiero.
-Te quiero.

Bye.

You're not staying.

-Jamie.
-No, Anna.

Have you spoken to Cecelia?
There's no future here.

Well, there's no future guaranteed
anywhere, but here, there's you.

We agreed, right?

Yes, I know. Fun, but…

God! We've moved beyond that, haven't we?

You can't stay, Anna. I won't let you.

-You're being ridiculous.
-Stop telling me what I am!

God, you seem to think
that I'm yours to mold to your ideals,

but I'm not, Jamie.

Yes, I know that you're not,

because I would never let you make
such a bloody stupid decision.

What are you doing?

Now where… where are you going? Where…

There's a million rooms in this house.

I'm sure I can find
another place to sleep.

-Very happily…
-Bye. Yes, of course.

-Darling, stay…
-Thank you.

Best of luck back in America.

Okay, big smile.

-It's a video, guys.
-That's embarrassing.

-Oh, Tom.
-No, but it's good.

Where is Cecelia?

-It always gets this…
-Yeah.

I think I have a date tonight.

Oh my God!

Oh! You can double-date with me and Tom!

-I would love to.
-Oh, great.

Anna, do you wanna make it
a triple date tonight?

Uh, no.

No.

You still haven't spoken to him?

I mean, this is insane. You can't just
go back to New York after everything.

He made it clear
he didn't want me to stay.

He is in love with you
and doesn't know what he's talking about.

Mmm.

Half-light, half-shadow
Let my spirit sleep

They never learned to love
Who never knew to weep

Tennyson.

Well, I've been listening. They don't
give out degrees here for nothing.

Right. Time to start drinking.
Who's in for Pimm's? Pimm's?

Sorry, can't.
Uh, going to see Oxford United.

A football match?

It's a date. See you all later.

So, unicycle to the pub?

No. Come on, Tom. Come on, Anna!

Yay!

Hi.

-Hello, Laura.
-Sorry.

A student asked me
to set this book for them. Is that okay?

Yes, of course.

It reads differently now.

I realized that

I had it all wrong.

As you so politely tried to tell me
that first night we went out,

that what Thoreau meant
by living deliberately

wasn't planning everything, but…

but being definite
about every small moment.

Because a succession of moments
is really all we have.

And I want mine to be with you.

However many we have left.

You know Thoreau was basically having
a mental breakdown when he wrote that?

I have learned that, yes.

Anna, I want this more than anything.

But this is madness.

I…

I fear that you'll regret it.

Well, I'm of the opinion that you should
never regret the things you do.

You should only regret
the things you don't do.

-Do you want me to sing?
-Definitely.

You still owe me that Céline Dion.

Yeah.

Here we go again

Everything is fine

I guess we could pretend

We didn't cross a line

But ever since that day

Everything has changed

The way I write your name

The cursive letter A

Whenever it may be

That you go on your way

If you really wanna leave

I'll never make you stay

Whatever you decide

I will understand

And it will all be fine

Just go back to being friends

And love is a kaleidoscope

How it works I'll never know

And even all the change

Is somehow all the same

Turnin' to the left and right

Colors shinin' in your eye

And even upside down

It's beautiful somehow

-Every color of the rainbow…
-Jamie.

-Don't be afraid to hold it close…
-Jamie? Jamie!

-It's never just a shape alone…
-Jamie! Jamie!

Jamie?

-Jamie!
-Love is a

-Kaleidoscope
-God damn it.

Oh my God.

Okay. Hey, hey. I'm right here.

I'm right here. I'm right here.

I'm right here.

Well, it's about bloody time!

I'm… I'm sorry, Ashvin. Uh…

How is he?

It's not the result we were hoping for.

He's fighting
a critical case of pneumonia.

The cancer has severely weakened
his immune system.

This would be a good time for us
to discuss treatment moving forward.

No. That's up to Jamie.

I think he'd prefer
to let nature take its course,

and, uh… and we should respect that.

Thank you.

Now that you've stayed,
you have time to go on your grand tour.

We should go together.

First stop,

Amsterdam.

In the heart of the red-light district.

I'm not that kind of boy.

There's this church.

A hidden door leads you to a sanctuary.

It's so beautiful.

It would take your breath away.

And to Paris.

We'll get drunk by the Seine.

Beautiful, isn't it?

And Venice.

Spend a night on a gondola.

Thank you very much.

And we'd go to the Temple of Poseidon.

High up on a promontory.

And swim in the Aegean Sea.

And we would live deliberately.

Sucking out all the marrow of life.

No matter how messy it gets.

Poetry can be taught.

But, really, it should be lived.

Tried, tested, engaged with.

Let it in and

allow it to change your life.

So, as this is my first class…

I'd like to begin by offering you a bribe.

We've been through low

Been through sunshine
Been through snow

All the colors of the weather

We've been through high

Every corner of the sky

And still we're holdin' on together

You got all my love

Whether it rains or pours

I'm all yours

You've got all my love

Whether it rains

It remains

You've got all my love

Until I die

Let me hold you if you cry

Be my one, two, three, forever

'Cause you got all my love

Whether it rains or pours

I'm all yours

You've got all my love

Whether it rains

It remains

You've got all my love

La-la, la-la, la, lay

Whether it rains or pours

I'm all yours

La-la, la-la, la, lay

That's all

All I can say