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Look.

-A funny one. -Nice.

You can't see this one.

Yeah. Madly in love.

-Great, Flip. -Yeah.

But we're still just fooling around.

She wants to wait until her divorce is through,

and I want to wait until we're married.

But we've done everything you can do over underwear.

Everything. Martie and I are officially in love.

And basically together. And I'm in the clouds.

In the clouds.

Tomorrow is our one month anniversary.

-Oh, congratulations. -Make a note, Emma.

Remind me tomorrow. No, I'll remember.

But cancel all my meetings. Jouba, it must be special.

As I look around, I see only one man who knows what true love is.

I see how you spoil Stella. Have you met Stella yet?

-No. -You must.

-Okay. -Yes, you know the fireworks.

That picnic in the corn fields.

Jouba, you have to arrange something seriously romantic for Martie and me.

I want to spoil Martie, but I also want to be surprised.

Okay, I hear you and I'd really like to,

-but I've got a date-- -Whoa, I'll do it.

I'm also pretty good with romantic stuff.

Shame, Emma. You're breaking my heart.

You're actually quite pretty in a classical way,

but you're bitterly single, girl.

Okay, Flip, listen.

I hear you, we'll do it, and Emma can help me.

You can trust us.

-Okay, great! -Okay.

Okay, you're my romantic team.

-Nice. -My two love-makers.

You two make love.

Only metaphorically speaking.

I mean, the height difference could be quite weird.

Goliath and Thumbelina.

Oh, I'm picturing it. I don't--

Okay, Flip, we get you 100 percent. You can trust us.

We just want to make sure we're not wasting our time.

She is the real deal, right?

Yes, Jouba.

This is true love.

-Hello, my love. -Just get in the f-- car.

-Huh? -Come on!

You know we don't have much time.

Hello.

Emma, don't worry about Flip's anniversary thing, okay?

-I've got this. -What do you mean?

I'm really good with this kind of thing.

-Oh. -Yeah, don't stress.

-Well, actually, I'm the best at it. -Yeah, okay.

Emma, I'm being nice.

I don't want to obliterate you with my amazing ideas, so...

Trust me, I'll blow your socks off

with all the romantic ideas coming from this head, so...

See, that's the problem.

Because my romantic ideas come from here.

Oh, shame, that's actually adorable, but you're going to lose.

Jeez, I'm going to romance your brains out.

Whoa.

-Okay. -I didn't...

Hey, Joubert. Check your six.

What?

Nothing. I say nothing.

Yes, I've had a few boyfriends in my life.

My first boyfriend was in nursery school.

We dated for a full hour...

before he left me by kicking me on my shin.

Second boyfriend was in Grade 3. Same guy.

We literally lasted a week, but we just forgot.

But it's progress, so...

Third boyfriend was in Grade 9. Same guy.

He only dated me to make his ex-girlfriend jealous.

Number four!

Same guy.

We dated throughout varsity. And then I left him. Yeah.

After he cheated on me.

Do you want to go to the movies tonight?

We can get pizza.

-There you go. -Okay.

So I'll call you a bit--

-I'm thirsty. -Hey, Bossman.

Hi, hi. I'm so thirsty.

Probably from all the fooling around.

Even my tongue feels swollen.

Oh, it's hot. It's hot.

-It's not that hot. -Jeez, Flip. What happened?

-Where? -On your neck.

Oh, oh! I met Martie for "lunch" in the car.

It looks like she chowed you for lunch.

-Did you see, Joanne? -Yeah.

It looks septic.

You're just jealous.

Here it is. Here it is! Okay, okay.

Now I'm going to get it. Now I'm going to get it.

The cat got the cream.

-This cat got the cream! -All the cream. All the cream.

-Buffy the Vampire Slayer, bud. -Vampire Snogger.

Yoh, she was still hungry after lunch.

Very! Check this.

Let me check out the damage.

-Three of them. -Nice--

-Cool, right? -No, no, wait.

Flippa, your mole.

-No, no, it's a love bite. -No, it's a love bite on a mole.

Are you craz-- Okay, don't panic. We must get you to a doctor urgently.

Okay, doesn't anyone do foreplay anymore?

Bud, if you damage a mole, it turns malignant.

And that thing's malignant. That's a fact.

-Nope. -Since when are you a doctor?

-You're just tall. Shut up. -It's not a big mole.

Bud, did she... bite it off?

-I don't know. Did she? -No, no, this is not good, Flippa.

No, uh-uh.

I was expecting high-fives, not a panic attack.

Okay, I'm SMS'ing my doctor. He's very good. He'll squeeze you in.

This guy.

As if I'd get cancer now, when things are going so well for me.

-That's not how life works, Tjaart. -You don't have cancer.

Shut up, bud! Do you want Flip to die?

See? She knows. She can see.

See if he can squeeze me in.

Yeah, he will, he will. He's very good.

-He studied at UCT, the works. -Where's that?

-Cape. -Oh.

I bought cigarettes from that auntie during COVID.

Don't worry, bud. This guy's the best.

-Is he? -Yes, he helped my brother.

-With Down syndrome? -Yes, my brother with Down syndrome.

-He helped with his Down syndrome? -No, his liver.

-What? -He drinks like a madman.

Dr Corrie Smit is the best.

He guaranteed us that my brother didn't have Down syndrome.

He got it wrong, but then he slashed his fees.

Legend.

Mrs Retief.

No, no, we're next. This man has cancer.

-No, Tjaart. She looks very sick. -No, no, I know her.

She's been like that for years. This guy needs serious help.

He needs a CAT scan, but for humans.

-Did a dog get hold of you? -My girlfriend.

-A dog got hold of your girlfriend? -My girlfriend got hold of me.

-Where's the dog? -What?

It's cancer, isn't it?

Look, you can never be 100 percent sure.

What?

Maybe you should cut that thing open and see what's going on in there.

Yes, we can do a biopsy.

We can do it now.

Tjaart, is this a sick joke? Is it a prank?

It's better to play it safe.

And if it's cancer, how much time do I have?

-Look, this is only preventative. -Best case.

Just tell us the best case.

-A hundred years. -Okay.

-Worst case? -We don't actually do--

Worst case, Doc. Just tell us honestly,

what is the worst, worst case you've ever seen?

Two weeks.

No, wait, wait. It was two days.

Yeah, that was a rough one. But yes... two weeks.

Let's butcher that mole.

My driver's getting in his van now,

so he'll probably be there in half an hour.

Thank you.

Tjaart.

It's not my place.

Auntie Miems.

Sir?

Sorry I'm not wearing a tie today.

You're going to outlive me.

Here we are. Death is at the front door,

pressing the buzzer and peering through the keyhole.

Those people out there...

You don't tell someone you might have cancer, on a Tuesday morning.

No.

This is my battle. I just have to conquer it.

For them.

For Martie.

For the kids.

And the special children.

And my dad.

Joanne,

you must go.

-Life is short. -So, is it cancer?

Don't worry about me. I'm going nowhere fast.

Maybe it's just an infection or something.

Or something.

-Oh. -Okay.

-We were a bit worried there, Flip. -Yeah, a bit of man-flu.

-It's cancer. -What?

What?

I can't lie to you.

I'm sorry, but I can't die alone.

It's not fair to hide my suffering from the people who love me so much.

They need time to mourn. To mourn deeply.

-Just like me. -What did the doctor say?

He said worst case. So, definitely terminal.

-And best case? -It doesn't matter.

What matters is that no one treats me differently, okay?

So what type of cancer is it exactly?

-Mole cancer. -What stage is it?

I don't know, Kayle. He said two weeks.

What stage do you think?

-Five. -Should we cancel your picnic?

No. No, no. Love must prevail. Now more than ever.

-Okay. -Does Martie know yet?

No. No one must tell her.

Don't treat me differently, okay?

Tjaart, maybe I can do that fun-run this year.

Oh, the irony. The... irony.

I can't decide if I'm sad because Flip is dying,

or happy that he won't be my boss anymore.

So, the picnic planning is coming along nicely.

Yup, romance is turned up to 11.

Exactly, and what screams romance louder than...

a single rose?

Maybe a thousand rose petals?

Okay, yes, that's nice,

but now you've destroyed hundreds of roses,

whereas one rose symbolises one love.

Yes, but where is the rose going?

It's going in a vase at a picnic I'm setting for lunch

on a roof at a guy who owes me a favour.

It's a great idea, I'll give you that.

But lunch is so...

It's so corporate. Where's the sunset?

Yeah, a sunset picnic is a much better idea.

-Okay, let's move it. -Thank you.

You see? You can't only follow your heart.

The brain is the practical one.

Yes, but if cupid shoots you in the brain,

you're a vegetable.

Okay, valid.

Flip's going to love it.

If he makes it to sunset.

Oh, yes.

I'll keep this short.

I don't want the last thing I do in front of you...

to be crying.

I want everyone to have something to remember me by.

Emma.

You really wanted to play with us.

Flippa.

-Thank you. -Keep playing.

You may, you may.

Gavin.

To protect yourself. Pepper spray.

It burns, but it's not for food.

-Thank you, Bossman. -Joanne.

You're welcome.

-Thank you. -It's a pleasure.

Kayle, we thought you should have this.

Oh, that's not my butt.

-That's Joubert's-- -But still.

-It's yours. -But why?

We thought you'd want it.

-But I don't. -Well, okay. Life's short.

-You're not fooling anyone, Kayle. -Take it.

Okay.

"A Long Walk To Freedom".

-Wow. -Great book.

-You've read this? -Saw the movie.

Have you read it?

Yeah, I've read it. Obviously.

I haven't read it.

I mean, I've been meaning to read it, but guys...

it's such a long walk.

Oh, I did watch a TikTok video

that covers a different chapter in each clip, so you know...

I kind of get the gist of the struggle.

Sorry, Mom.

Miems, for your last day.

Somewhere, while the sun sets, on a rock,

while you're looking out over the sea,

or the city, or a corn field,

light this baby up and think of me. And know,

"I'll see you soon, Flip". "See you soon."

Thank you, sir.

Joubert.

Flippa, I've got it.

Ah, polony.

What do you give the man who already has everything, right?

-You don't have cancer, Flip. -I live in hope.

You really need to get another doctor.

Bud, he's got a degree in medicine.

Listen, you'll have to push this romance with Martie into the red.

Because I'm asking her to marry me.

-Whoa! -Wow!

-What? -Yoh.

I want to cement this.

-Even if it's only for one day. -So you'll make her a widow.

Those kids need a father, Joanne.

Flip, you can't give yourself to only one woman.

I've tried, bud. It's impossible.

Tjaart, one day you'll understand what it means to love someone so much

that it physically hurts your heart.

Flip, don't you think you're rushing this

-just a little? -If Joubert doesn't want to make

the adjustments for the picnic, then I will.

Okay. No, no, no. You don't get rid of me that easily.

-Then we'll arrange an engagement. -Thank you.

Can I just suggest that you wait until you know--

Know what, Kayle?

That I'm dying or that I love the woman?

Because I know that I know that I know that I love her.

And I'm quite sure that I feel the cancer flow through my veins.

So, yes... Kayle. I know.

Thank you very much.

I'm asking that woman today to marry me,

whether she likes it or not!

-Flippa, can I-- -No!

It's getting buried with me.

Yeah, sorry. They're busy installing a safe in Flip's office.

-He has a lot of cash on him, so... -Oh.

He asked me to bring you to...

A bit further, a bit further. To right about here.

Oh... Flip?

What are you wearing?

Today is a special day.

Happy anniversary, Angel!

-What? -Yes.

It's a one month anniversary from the day we met.

Who remembers stuff like that?

-What happened to your neck? -You know what happened.

You. You happened. You sucked quite--

I've put a little something together for us.

I thought you were taking me for pizza.

Well, I lied.

Don't f-- lie to me.

-Okay. -I felt like pizza.

-Well, we can have pizza later. -Can't we just have pizza?

No, this is quite special.

Come on, come on.

Would you please come with me?

He will take her for pizza.

Just at the--

F--

Is there a good restaurant here?

Wait and see. Follow me.

This is ridiculous. What on earth...

Is it weird if we watch?

No, we worked hard. We deserve to watch.

-Close your eyes. -We did so well.

Flip, what if I fall?

-You won't. -What is going on?!

Flip!

Oh, no.

Ah, Flip.

This is a bit much.

It's nothing. I put it together in no time.

No, no, no. It's too much.

We said this is just physical, that's it.

But it is, I... physically love you.

Oh, no. Okay, Flip.

You've just made this very weird. I'm sorry.

-Oh, no. -Martie, I'm dying!

What?!

-I'm dying. -From what?

Mole cancer.

I can see it's a huge shock for you, but think how I feel.

You didn't have cancer yesterday.

I know, but a month ago I didn't have love in my life either.

-It's only four weeks! -Four weeks is a lifetime.

Or two lifetimes, if my doctor's right.

Flip.

I'm not going through a divorce just to be a nurse for my booty-call.

Martie, you have to wait till the end.

-Of what, your life? -No, no, the end of...

-Gosh, look over there! -What? Now what?

-Oh, no. -There's noth--

No.

-I haven't even-- -No.

No! No.

Will you take me back?

Of course, my angel. In a heartbeat.

-To my car! -Oh.

Wow.

-I can do it myself. -Okay.

Jeez!

Look at that view.

-Sunset was a top idea. -Thanks.

Your rose petals were a nice touch too.

Right? Oh, well.

-Okay, let's-- -No, no. Come on, sit down.

This sun is giving it's all and no one's watching.

-Okay. -Come on.

-Blueberry? -Thank you very much.

-Wow. -That's really pretty.

If Flip had to ask me now, I'd marry him.

-Really? -No.

No freaking way.

-You brought music. -I brought music.

-You brought music. -Right?

Amazing. Yup, you've got it, Emma.

Oh, I have to... We need to go.

-Yes, I-- -That's awesome.

-You must-- -Yes, I must do something for Flip.

-I'll just take this. -Yeah, yeah. Go for it.

-I'll get the rest of-- -Okay.

Oh, Joubert.

So, it seems I'm terminal and my heart's broken.

I wonder what will kill me first.

Probably the heartbreak.

There aren't pills for heartbreak.

At least cancer has chemo,

and the decency to stay with you until the end.

It's time. So the doctor said I must call him.

I want my people around me when I get this news.

Good or-- ouch.

-Sorry, sorry. -No, it's okay. It's okay.

I just want to drag the last person into the circle.

My person... Martie.

What, Flip?

I'm about to call the doctor and thought you'd like to know--

She's busy.

I think that's a private conversation between you and your doctor so--

If you don't want to be here for me in my darkest hour,

you're free to go.

I'd ask my wife, but I don't have one because of this damn illness.

So go if you must. Joanne, sit.

Hello.

-Doc, it's Flip Bosman. -Oh, Mr Bosman.

I'm ready, Doc. Give me the news.

Well, it's not cancer.

Can you believe it?

-Bud, you made it! -Doc, you're good.

-Doc, you're good. -Flippa, I told you he's good!

-Emma! -Easy, hey!

-We're celebrating over here. -Miemsie!

This is better than the World Cup!

-Here's Flip. Here's Flip! -Thank you, Doc!

Thank you, thank you!

The mole, on the other hand, isn't a mole.

It's a rather annoying transmittable skin condition.

Okay?

Do you ever get a rash around any sensitive areas?

-Yes, yes, I do. -Do you currently have a rash?

-Yes. -Where?

-Down there. -Are you sexually active?

Yes and no.

Yes, as in things happen, but not full-on...

-You know. -Yes, yes.

How long since you were active?

Four years on the 4th of March... exactly.

-That's quite specific. -Oh, it was...

It was an accident, but I've been forgiven.

Stay inactive for now and come see me for an ointment.

Okay, yes. Thanks for the great news, Doc.

-Goodbye. -Have a nice day.

You're the best, Corrie!

Flip is back. Flip is back. Flip is back, ladies and gentlemen.

Sorry for the scare.

Let me call someone.

An important someone. She'll be so happy.

Call your girl, bud. Call your girl.

-What?! -Martie.

Yeah, I don't have cancer.

-Great news. -I'm happy for you.

I'm clean. Well, semi-clean.

I'm in remission.

-Do you perhaps-- -Yes.

Tonight?

Yes, I'll see you then. Just hold on.

I want my gifts back.

Except you, Kayle. You can keep yours.

No, what are you wearing?