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Weddings and a Funeral...

Maybe I only like it
'cause my mom and I saw it

on Broadway a couple of
months before she died.

Wasn't so simple for
Sophie and Sky's wedding.

- You watched Mamma Mia!
- Yeah, I did.

And for a movie that makes no sense,

I've gotta say, I enjoyed it.

I have a job interview. Have you
ever heard of Andrew Aldridge?

Each of you is more than
qualified to do this job,

so I've decided to hire
you both on half salary.

- I'm gonna tell Maya tonight.
- You sure?

I feel like it's now or never.

I'm sorry, darling. We're
gonna have to go shopping.

- But you hate shopping.
- No, I love it.

- What a fun girls' day we have in store.
- Oh, Quentin.

You said that there
were 20 pages of my book

that you really liked,
and I was hoping that

maybe you would help me
turn them into a short story.

Be happy to.

Dearest Craig, as I write this,

my eyes are blinded by tears.

Kash, yo! My brother! Come here, man.

- Basheer, how's it going, man?
- Yeah.

I have to tell you something.

Zara and I broke up.

She's not coming back this time.

You were right. I owed
her an explanation.

Yeah, to Ainsley, not me.

Dad? Dad!

- Dad's gonna be okay.
- You don't know that.

You're alive!

You won't have to work
double shifts anymore.

I'm gonna take care
of you... both of you.

Quentin.

Quentin? Sweetheart?

Quentin?

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Harvey.

Harvey, come on.

- Go on, go on.
- Come on.

I still can't believe it.

He just seemed invincible, you know?

I once saw him fall from
a second-story balcony

and walk away like nothing happened.

And he was such a sweet guy.

He wanted to do a pub
crawl tomorrow before work,

and now he's just gone.

Yeah, well, that's the scary
thing about an aneurysm.

It could happen to anyone at any moment.

I always felt like I was
gonna be a famous novelist,

but if I die tomorrow, like,
what would my obituary say?

"Latin teacher dies of
autoerotic asphyxiation."

God, Ainsley, I... that's
not what you thought it was.

I was practicing to tie a tie.

Look, if I died tomorrow,
no one would mourn me...

except for my trainer, Raoul.

Still no word from Zara?

No.

I tried to call and
tell her about Quentin,

but it's like she disappeared.

Well, you did spring
a secret child on her.

You know, maybe she just
needs a little space.

I can't believe you hid a human from us.

I mean, I tell you all my secrets,

like the fact that I don't
know how to snap.

See?

I would like to do that.

So, do you guys have all the
info for the service on Sunday?

It's a funeral, so dress nice.

Why are you looking at me? I told you.

Your options are more
limited when you're tall.

I don't think I'm gonna go.

Why?

Well, I didn't really know Quentin,

and I think it would be weird if I went.

I'm gonna get another drink.
Does anyone want anything?

- Uh...
- No.

Marcus?

Did you, uh, sleep at your desk?

That's absurd.

I slept under my desk on a dog bed.

What? Why?

Uh, because my salary
was recently cut in half

to accommodate a foreign job thief.

I've had to take on two
new roommates to make rent,

and they're in a steel drum band.

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to screw you over,

but this is the only
government job I could get.

I even applied to be
Meghan Markle's decoy.

Well, while I was bathing myself

in the janitor's sink last
night, I had an epiphany.

I'm worth more than this.

We both deserve full salaries.

- Yeah, I agree.
- Well, good.

Let's both talk to Andrew
as soon as he gets in...

you know, united front,
state our case together.

Yeah, good.

So, he's coming in in three hours.

Let's just sit in silence till then.

That's not silence.

Oh, there you are, Gemma.

We let you sleep in.

It's 6:00 a.m.

We're just going through
the arrangements for Sunday.

Do your parents need
picking up from the airport?

Oh, I don't want to burden
you with any arrangements.

I'm meeting with the
funeral director today.

Oh, no, no, dear.
It's already taken care of.

We'll do the service at our local parish

and the reception at Ashby.

Oh, on the estate?

Oh, I thought we'd do it here.

In Notting Hill?

This is a funeral, my
dear, not a street carnival.

Besides, our family do have
very specific traditions.

We'll commence with Sidney reading

the epic nautical poem,
The Barnacle's Lament

by Bertram Thorpe-Bloode in 1805.

That sounds boring.

Do I have to go?

Yes, darling, of course you do.

You know, I'd be happy to speak

if you think it's appropriate.

Excellent. We need someone
to introduce the bagpiper.

Good idea.

Rise and shine, my lazy, beautiful sons.

Dad, it's so early. Let us rest.

Yeah, I hardly slept. Kash kept snoring.

I'm not your girlfriend! I
don't have to put up with it!

All right, that's it. Keep kicking me.

Stop it. Stop it.

You should be grateful
that you can wake up.

Or did you forget I
almost died last week?

- No, Abu, we're very grateful.
- Good.

Well, you can tell that
to Allah at masjid, huh?

Tabby, hey. I did it.

I was so scared, but I did it.

You got that mole removed?

What? Wait, no.

I... I just sent my short
story to The New Yorker.

A friend of mine, she works there,

and she said she would read it today.

- Duffy, that's huge.
- Yeah.

I figure, what am I waiting for?

Why deprive the world of
another New Yorker story

to feel guilty about not reading?

I'm so proud of you.

Well, you're the one who made it happen.

Without your edits, I
would still be slaving away

at the creative gristmill
as I mine the key...

- That's enough, Duffy.
- Right.

That's why I need a great editor.

And you're sure you're
okay with Quentin's parents

planning the entire funeral?

Yes, of course.

It's how Thorpe-Bloode funerals
have been done for centuries.

Well, don't you think
the whole thing feels

a little impersonal?

I mean, it's not very Quentin.

Tradition is important in this country.

Do you think wearing
a 2-foot-tall fur hat

is the most efficient
way to guard the Queen?

No, but it's tradition.

I'm sorry.

I just want to make sure
that you're fine with it.

You only get to do this once.

Come in.

Andrew, Marcus and I would like
to talk to you for a moment.

We feel that paying us
half salary is not fair.

In fact, we think it's unethical.

We urge you to do the right thing.

"We feel"? "We think"?

"We urge"?

There was so much "we,
we" in that sentence,

I thought I was in a French bordello.

Marcus, do you agree with this nonsense?

Oh, absolutely not, no.

Um, I was just coming in to remind you

you're meeting constituents on Sunday.

- Oh.
- Oh, I'm happy to work on Sunday.

Maya doesn't have to if she
thinks it's, uh, unethical.

Mm, Maya, if you find
the realities of this job

too overwhelming, feel free to resign.

No, no. I can work weekends.
I love working weekends.

I was simply asking for fair pay.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't realize you got into
public service for the money.

Um, I've got some forms for you to sign.

Before we go, should we
say hello to Imam Iqbal?

Anything you want, Abu.

And I hope we can count on seeing
you at masjid more regularly now.

Uh, I kind of prefer to observe
my religion more privately.

It's very personal to me.

Like when you posted that Instagram

from a pie-eating contest

during Ramadan.

Imams are on Instagram now?

Damn, I've got some deleting to do.

Uh, shall we get on with
the real business at hand?

Oh, yes, let me grab my binders.

I'm sorry, what exactly
is "the business at hand"?

Setting you up with a nice
Muslim girl, of course.

Your father told me that you're
interested in an arranged marriage.

I'm sorry, Imam. I don't
want an arranged marriage.

It's a little old-fashioned for me.

Dating through the mosque
is a lot like meeting someone

on a dating site, except
I am the algorithm.

And I would like to see you
married before I die, Kashif.

Can you not try for your dying father?

Before he dies?

I will get married eventually.
This just isn't my style.

What about romance?
What about fireworks?

Ah, yes.

Fireworks can be beautiful.

But, also, they can
blow your fingers off.

You tried doing it your way
and look how that turned out.

Savage.

You young people get
distracted by the superficial.

We are building a lifelong partnership,

not a summer fling like
Sandy and Danny Zuko.

Look, do you really think

I'm gonna find long-lasting
love with Fatima,

a 27-year-old corporate
accountant who went to Oxford

and loves listening to Drake and is...

Wow, quite beautiful.

Why don't you just take this with you

and think about it?

Dude.

Oh, Rosie, hello.

I... I'm sorry to bother you...

Oy, look who decided
to show his sorry face.

It's Craig.

Oh, the same Craig what
mugged off our Zara?

You got some nerve showing up here,

unless you want an
acrylic lodged in your eye.

Look, I deserve all of that,

but have any of you seen Zara?

I'm really worried. She's
just totally disappeared.

Oh, yeah, I'll give
away the precise locality

of our Zara to the man
what was lying to her face.

- Are you having a laugh?
- So you do know where she is?

Maybe we do, maybe we don't.

Point is, female friendship is
the strongest force on Earth.

We stick together like the Spice Girls.

- They famously broke up.
- They reunited, didn't they?

At the end of the day,
Craig, Zara is safe.

So stop worrying.

But at the end of the day, Craig,

even if we wanted to
tell you where she is...

We can't... from a legality perspective.

What's that supposed to mean?

You went to university, didn't you?

Figure it out yourself, twat.

Ladies...

- Buh-bye.
- Ladies!

Gemma, we have a matter to discuss.

Did Harvey try to make love to your leg?

Please forgive him. He's grieving too.

No, it's about Giles.

We're worried about the boy.

He's withdrawn. He's not eating.

He's been wearing the same
filthy football shirt for days.

Oh, that's my fault. I forgot to
lay out a clean one this morning.

I'm not used to having him home.

Exactly. What the boy
needs is structure.

That's why he should
return to Cragscross

right after the funeral.

But isn't that a bit soon?

The best remedy for grief
is routine and hard work.

Now, once the boy's back at school,

he'll be so busy studying
and playing with his friends

he'll soon forget all about his sadness.

I know you've been through a lot, dear.

We're only thinking about Giles.

Is keeping him here best for him,

or for you?

Harvey.

And then her friend was
like, "All will be revealed in time."

What does that mean?

They're like a coven
of spray-tanned witches.

Well, maybe Zara will
show up at the funeral.

Maybe. Are you going?

I don't know.

Hasn't been that long since the wedding.

I wouldn't wanna do
anything to upset Ainsley...

I mean, more than I already have.

Eh, it's a funeral,

and I bet Quentin would have
appreciated you being there.

Hey, do you have those
projections for George?

Yes, uh, hang on.

- Thank you.
- Here you go.

My man. All right.

Oh, what do we have here?

Are you hiring a new assistant?

- She is too hot!
- No.

It's a profile of a girl from my mosque.

My dad's trying to talk me
into an arranged marriage.

- Isn't that crazy?
- I don't know.

I wasn't expecting much
when my barber set me up

with his niece,

but that's how I met Zara.

Hm.

_

Uh, sorry... I'm looking for Fatima.

Fatima!

_

Hello, hi.

Sorry about my nani.

Uh, she rushes to the
phone whenever it rings

so she can get the gossip first.

Hi, um, I'm Kash. It's nice to meet you.

I got your number from the Imam.

I figured.

Why else would a young person
be calling on a landline?

Fair enough.

Um, so have you been on a lot
of dates through the mosque?

A few.

It's better than the alternative.

My last Tinder date turned
up to the restaurant barefoot.

Wow, okay.

Um, well,

I was wondering if you'd consider
going on a date with me?

Sometime next week?

I promise I'll at least wear socks.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Oh. Right, okay.

Next week is a long way off.

How about tonight? I'm free at 8:00.

Tonight?

Yes, it's a date.

I'll see you there.

Wait.

- At the mall.
- The Treaty Centre?

- Yep.
- Right, yes.

Thank you. See you then.

Peter, I want that homework by Thursday.

Okay, Miss.

Tabby. Tabby, hey!

How's your day?

Fine. How's your day?

Oh, it's okay. Yeah.

Uh, made a bomb panini, gave a pop quiz,

got an email from The New Yorker.

Um, they're gonna publish my story.

Duffy, oh, my God!

Uh, well, it's in the summer
digital fiction issue,

but I like it that way...
it saves trees.

Can't believe it.

Well, it's all because of you.

I love how you read my story,

and I love how you were honest with me,

and I love...

I love you, too.

I've got to go...

French grammar in five.

So proud of you.

What do you think of
this for the funeral?

Is it too ostentatious?

No, it's perfect.

Yes, I think it would work.

I mean, I'll need to find a
good coat to wear with it.

- It's very cold out... Yes, fine.
- How are you doing?

Quentin's parents have
taken care of everything.

We're all set for Sunday.

No, no. How are you doing?

I should get going.

I need to pack Giles for Scotland.

He's going back to Cragscross on Monday.

And you know Giles...
the second my back is turned,

his trunk will be brimming
with chocolate Hobnobs.

Giles is going back to school already?

- Isn't that too soon?
- I beg your pardon?

I'm sorry, but I was around Giles's age

when my mother died,

and for the longest
time after the funeral,

all I wanted to do was be with my dad.

I'm sure you did,

but what a child wants isn't
always what's best for him.

Cragscross will be a
much-needed distraction.

Maybe adults need distractions,

but kids, they need attention,

and they need to feel loved and safe.

Thank you for your input, Maya,
but I know how to raise my son.

Oh, have you already had supper?

Uh, boiled beef.

There's a plate for you in the fridge.

Has Giles eaten?

He's been in his room all afternoon...

said he wasn't hungry.

Oh.

Giles?

Giles, have you started packing?

There's no more Spider-Men
until you're done.

Giles, did you hear me?

Giles?

Oh, my God. Giles!

And do you have any idea
where he might have gone?

Well, of course I bloody don't.
That's why I called you.

Well, where does your
son like to hang out?

I don't know. He's at boarding
school most of the year.

What about calling one of his friends?

I don't know any of his friends.

Oh, God. I'm a terrible mother.

Hello?

Yes, this is she.

Oh, thank God.

Sorry, he's where?

- Fatima!
- Kash.

- So nice to meet you.
- We can shake hands.

Great.

I haven't been on a date in a
shopping center since I was 15.

Oh, yeah, well, I find it's
the best place to size up a guy.

You know, better to see him under
the fluorescents right away, so...

Oh, right.

_

_

- I recognize that voice from the phone.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, this is my nani.
She's, uh, my chaperone.

Is yours running late?

- Yes.
- Yes?

Yes, uh, he should be here soon.

Let me just check in with him.

One aloo tikki and two
punjabi samosas, please.

Thanks for your help.

- Oh.
- _

Yo.

Shit, lady, I gotta go.

- Maya!
- Hey.

Whoo. Hey, have you heard my good news?

Oh, thank God you got that mole removed.

- Everyone was worried.
- What?

No, my mole's fine. Why does
everybody keep saying that?

They're gonna publish my
story in The New Yorker.

Duffy, that's incredible.

- Oh, I am so happy for you.
- Thank you.

I promise I will read it

once I finish with this
endless pile of work.

No worries. What are you working on?

I'm prepping for Sunday.

We're meeting with 240
of Andrew's constituents.

Interestingly enough, 240
is also their median age.

Sunday's Quentin's funeral.
Are you not gonna go?

I can't. I have to work.

- And you can't get out of it?
- No.

I... I just got this job.

I'm not asking for time off.

Yeah.

You know, because if it was
about your mom or something

and you wanted to talk about it...

It's not about my mom, and I
don't want to talk about it.

- Right.
- Okay.

These are for you.

_

_

_

_

_

Uh, your... your friend seems
to really be hitting it off

with my grandmother.

Yeah, Basheer's a sucker
for a good goat story.

So I... I read your profile.

You're a... a banker.

Hey, um, before we get into this,

I feel like I should put
my cards on the table.

- Oh, um, okay.
- I am a banker, but I hate it,

and I've always wanted to be an actor.

Also, you should know that
I, um, recently broke up

with my fiancée and
left her at the altar.

Oh, my God. I'm... I'm shocked.

Sorry if that's a deal-breaker.

No, no, no, no.

I'm shocked that you
think anyone in Hounslow

didn't hear about
your wedding imploding.

Every auntie is using
it as an example of the...

Dangers of dating outside the faith.

Oh.

- So you're fine with all that?
- Yes.

I'm sorry it didn't work out with
your fiancé and you hate your job.

Welcome to being an adult.

You think I have
trouble sleeping at night

because I'm so excited to
do accounting in the morning?

But I do it because it pays
for my Froyo addiction.

I guess you could call
that accounting for taste.

Eww, no. Wordplay?

- No, don't do that again.
- Too much?

Fatima.

_

No, this is my natural height.
I'm 5... tell her I'm 5'11".

- Don't look at me like that.
- Get them off.

- I'm not wearing lifts.
- Off.

Hi, can I help you with anything?

Yes, I'm looking for my son.

Well, lucky for you, we
have one of those in stock.

- Size small, is it?
- Oh.

Oh, Giles. Oh, I was so scared.

Never run away like that again.

I'm sorry, Mum.

I didn't want to make you cry,

but I had to get a new Chelsea shirt.

And you had to do that
tonight? I was worried sick.

I'd be worried too if
my son supported Chelsea.

Look, can you leave us alone?

I've had quite enough
of your "up" energy.

Granddad threw out my Chelsea shirt.

I wanted to wear one to the funeral.

Oh, I'm sorry, darling, but that's
just not appropriate for a funeral.

And Granny already
bought you that nice suit.

But Chelsea was Dad's favorite team.

Everything at the
funeral sounds so boring.

Dad hated boring things.

I thought if I wore this,

there'd at least be one
thing he liked at his funeral.

Ah, Kashif. How was your date?

It was actually really great.
I'm sorry I doubted you.

Fatima's one of the coolest
girls I've met in a long time.

- I just wanted to thank you.
- Well, that's wonderful.

I... I'll call her parents immediately.

Hang on, "call her parents"?

Well, the first meeting went well,

so now I set up a meeting for
your father to talk to her parents

to see if the families like each other.

Why are we doing that now?

I only went on one walk with her...

don't even know if we like the same TV.

Better to find out now than
to have your families fighting

in the buffet line at the wedding.

"Wedding"? Already?

No, I already had a wedding.
It went really badly.

I wouldn't know.

I wasn't invited.

You know what, now
that I think about it,

I'm not really interested
in a second date.

Thanks anyway.

To whom do I have the
pleasure of speaking?

Maya, to whom?

Sorry, uh, this is Ms. Walpole.

- Ms. Conners.
- Oh, uh, yes, Ms. Conners.

She has a problem with her landlord.

- Are we sure?
- Yes, absolutely.

So, Ms. Conners,

I'm not sure we can
prosecute your landlord

for being a peeping Tom

if you answer the door in the nude.

Why not?

I can take it from here.

Yeah.

Someone's off their game today.

Are you gonna tell Andrew?

- Try and get me fired again?
- Of course not, no.

Oh, but, uh, on the off
chance he does fire you,

I have highlighted some opportunities

in the classifieds I thought
you might be interested in.

Uh, apparently, Big Mama's
Shrimp Dump is hiring.

I thought you'd be a perfect fit.

What is your problem?

You.

I want my whole salary back, okay?

I've been eating bruised steaks
from the damaged food aisle.

I... I washed my clothes
in a stream, okay?

I... I'm on first-name terms
with the people at the sperm bank.

Duffy?

What are you doing here?

Look, I was on my way to the funeral

and something was bugging
me, and I just had to ask.

What?

Have you not been to a
funeral since your mom's?

I mean, is that why
you're not coming today?

No, I told you. I am working.

Okay.

But, you know, you bailed on
your grandma's funeral too,

and even I was there.

I was the only white guy in the church,

and all my clapping was
on the one and the three.

I'm sorry. Maybe I'm totally off base.

You're not.

Yeah.

My mom's funeral was
the worst day of my life.

And I wish I could go today, but...

I can't.

It would just make me too sad.

But...

maybe it's okay to
feel sad about your mom.

And if you wanna go
today and think about her,

I'll be there, and I'll
think about her too.

Okay, I'll go.

Okay.

Thank you, Duffy.

Yeah.

I just need to run home and change.

Great. I'll see you there?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Marcus...
- I heard.

Go. I'll cover for you.

Really? You're not gonna sell me out?

I don't know, mate.

Your funeral may just be

your funeral.

I guess you'll just have to trust me.

- Is this good?
- Yeah.

Just save some room for Maya.

Are you sure she's really coming?

Yeah, we can't be saving seats.

This is prime pew real
estate... right behind the kids,

clear sidelines.

Yeah, she'll be here.

Oh, sorry, guys. I...
I gotta make a call.

_

Hey, is everything okay?

Uh, better than okay.

A CCTV camera fell on my leg yesterday,

so I'm getting a pretty good check

from the government coming my way.

Okay, well, I'm at a funeral
right now, so what's up?

- Can you tell me where Zara is?
- No, Craig.

I'm wanting to tell you, but I can't...

legalities and all that.

But if you do want to see Zara again,

make sure you're home

tonight at 8:00.

8:00? Why? What's happening then?

All will be revealed, Craig.

All will be revealed.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

This was the only seat.

Yeah, that's fine.

Please stand.

"Swept with confused alarms
of struggle and flight

where ignorant armies clash by night.

The ship did rock and lightning cracked

and all the men afeared.

But Captain Thorpe stood rigidly

with ice flakes in his beard.

The ship's great hull
and captain's hopes

were dashed upon the rocks.

Thorpe ne'er shall see his home again.

He moors...

at heaven's docks."

Mum, it's your turn. Good luck.

I'd like to thank the
Thorpe-Bloods for sharing

so many of their family traditions.

And while I'm supposed
to introduce the bagpiper,

I thought I would, instead,

talk a little bit about Quentin and me

and our little family.

But first, a costume change.

If you all look under your pews,

you'll find shirts
of your own to put on.

Let me tell you about
something Quentin loved.

Chelsea Football Club.

Nothing made him happier... or angrier.

I would leave notes for the neighbors

on match days pre-apologizing
for the fireworks

he would shoot off
our roof when they won,

or for the volume of his
profanity when they lost.

I used to dread the racket he'd make.

But the next time Chelsea play...

I'm afraid I'm gonna miss
the sound of him yelling,

"Is the ref blind, or is his
head just up his own ass?"

Quentin also loved music.

So instead of playing the family hymn...

which Quentin hated, by the way...

I've asked the quartet to play

a different song...

Quentin's favorite, The
Winner Takes It All.

I remember on our very first date,

this song came on the radio
and he turned to me and said,

"I think ABBA were way better
than the bloody Beatles."

I don't know yet all the things

I will miss about my husband...

But I think the thing
I will miss the most

are the parts of me that he brought out.

And that's what I wish for all of you...

that you find someone who makes
you a better version of you

than you would ever be on your own,

who you'd be utterly lost without.

So before we leave,

I'd like to raise a glass to Quentin,

and make a toast in a way
my husband would have loved.

Well, he loved any
toast. Let's be honest.

The man was a medium-functioning drunk.

To Quentin Thorpe-Bloode,

a man as exciting

as a Chelsea match,

as enchanting as an ABBA song...

And as intoxicating
as a bottle of scotch.

We'll miss you,

you handsome old bastard.

Oh, and I believe Giles
had one last message

he'd like to deliver
on behalf of his father.

Arsenal sucks!

And, everyone?

Arsenal sucks!

_

Ah, well, that was quite the spectacle,

but I'm sure my son
would have appreciated it.

He always loved the things
that made me angry.

Well, Giles looks in
good spirits, at least.

Is he all packed and
ready for boarding school?

Actually, Giles isn't going
back to Cragscross on Monday.

But he'll miss the
midterm Loch Ness Swim.

Well, that would be a shame.

When do you imagine he will return?

Never, actually.

Giles is staying in London with me.

Well, you are a grieving widow,

so I'll forgive this lapse in judgment.

What Giles really needs...

What Giles needs is
to be with his mother.

Dear girl, are you
quite sure you can handle

raising a child on your own?

You never even learned
how to change a nappy.

Well, luckily, Giles is potty-trained.

And you're right, though. I
don't know how to be a mum.

But I don't want to be at
Giles' 18th birthday and realize

I'm watching a stranger
blow out the candles.

But I've just donated
a bloody language lab

to Cragscross... whatever that means.

I think you're making
a dreadful mistake.

Well, fortunately, your son taught me

not to care what other people think.

Giles is staying with me.

Between we girls,

Quentin hated Cragscross.

I always had to bribe
him with chocolate Hobnobs

to get him to go back.

And he'll roll over,

and then he's gonna do
two paws, and then...

Where's Maya gone?

Job finally broken her?

If only, sir.

No, um, unfortunately,

she had a funeral to attend.

And we believe her?

Sure she's not celebrating one
of America's million holidays?

Columbus Day, Thanksgiving...

every time someone crosses
the ocean, you get a day off.

Quite absurd, sir.

But, I... I'm afraid
she does have a funeral.

Hmm, very well.

- Hello again.
- Hey.

Oh, fireworks.

Wow.

They're beautiful.

Yeah, but they can
blow your fingers off.

Wow.

Sorry for intruding, Imam.

I just wanted to see if you've
already contacted Fatima.

Believe it or not,
letting down young women

isn't at the top of my priority list.

- I haven't.
- Brilliant.

I've changed my mind. I
do want to see her again.

I just don't want to rush things.

I am pleased. Take a seat.

Yes, I enjoyed spending
time with Fatima.

But do I want to marry
her? It was only one date.

And am I ready for our parents to meet?

- I'm not sure...
- Okay, Prince Hamlet.

Just go out again.

We don't have to
introduce the families yet.

Really? It's that simple?

Yes.

It's not my job to trick young people

into lifelong commitments.

I'm not T-Mobile.

That's such a relief.

- Thank you, Imam.
- Relief?

You know what else would be a relief?

To see you at prayers
tomorrow morning, Kashif.

Okay, I'll see you at 8:00.

5:00. I said morning prayers.

Ah, 5:00.

Brilliant.

Hi, I'm here!

Zara?

Zara!

Hi, boys!

That wallet looks nice.

Let me go slip off my fur.

Oy, she is gorgeous.

Now that is a proper fit girl.

I wouldn't mind cracking onto her, mate.

My name's Zara and I'm 28.

I'm a Virgo by birth, Gemini by choice,

and I'm looking for love.

My heart was recently broken by my ex,

who was a lying dickhead
who kept secrets from me,

so now I'm hoping to find
a nice boy I can trust.

And if I learn to
snowshoe in the process,

all the better!

Oh, hello there. My name's
Zara, like the store.

My name's Chris, like Christmas,

but without the center bit.

I'm obsessed with Christmas!

Careful, Giles. Careful, slow down.

In you get.

Are you okay not going
back to Cragscross?

You'll probably miss it.

I won't.

The geography books
are from 50 years ago.

I had to do a report about the USSR.

I'd rather be here with you, Mum.

Uh, I was wondering, Giles,

where do you like to hang out?

At the arcade around the corner.

The manager lets me
test out the new games.

And who's your best friend?

That would be Niall.

And what's Niall like?

He's so funny.

He's the manager of the arcade.

He just turned 39.

Okay, got it.

Gonna need to do a
background check on Niall.

Hey, Harvey.

Can Harvey sleep in my
bed tonight, please, Mum?

Yes, of course, dear. Now,
who are your other friends?

Uh, there's Martin the grocer
and Louie the shoeshine.

Oh, dear.

Duffy? Oh, my God, come in.

English rain is dangerous.

Haven't you read Pride and Prejudice?

I just broke up with Tabby.

What? Why?

You know, I thought I could
just make myself love her

if I committed to it,
but it wasn't there.

And I know that this is
probably a horrible time

to be bringing this up,

and I'm not expecting
anything back at all.

I just, uh...

I'm in love with you, Maya.

I've loved you since the first time

I saw you freshman year,
and today at the funeral,

I was thinking to myself,

"What if I died and I never got a chance

to tell you how I feel?"

I would regret it for
the rest of my life.

And I know that I would
be dead and all that,

but I just...

I just didn't want to go another day

without telling you how I felt.

So here I am.

Duffy, I...

You don't have to say anything, and...

I... I just wanted to
get it off my chest.

Go to bed.

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