All language subtitles for SyH10

To die, to sleep -

- to sleep, perchance to dream.
- You OK?

- Hamlet!
- Ah. The greatest part ever written.

At a theatre I will never
perform in,

for a company who don't
even know I exist.

Oh! Cheer up, Seb.

You never know what's
around the corner.

True. Though somehow I doubt

it's playing Hamlet for the
Royal Shakespeare Company.

- Is that Rory Harrison?
- Yes.

I literally love him.

He was at RADA with me.

No?! No way! Really?

Oh, my God! Seb, that's amazing.

Well, yes and no.

Seb! No way! How you doing, buddy?

Rory! Wow! Surprise.

What's this? A revival of
Day Of The Triffids?

- Oh, no.
- No!

We're just trying to brighten up our
office because it's been really...

Oh, right. You...
You haven't given up acting, I hope.

No. God, no.

It's just temporary.

Yeah. He's only been here
three years.

Yes, and I'm still auditioning,
so...

Hey, well, you've got to pay the
rent somehow, right?

So this must be exciting!

Yeah! Yeah, yeah.

I really just needed to do a play.
LA can get a bit crazy sometimes.

Oh, I know. I mean, I don't!
I don't know but I can imagine.

- Mr Harrison?
- Yeah, coming, sure.

Look, let's go for a pint.

You can show me where the real
locals drink around here, eh?

I would absolutely love that.

Still on the same number?

- No change there!
- Great.

- It was lovely to meet you.
- You're lovely, too.

I mean, yes, lovely.

Wow!

Gosh, a real actor!

God! I can't believe this
has happened.

Mum, this cake is just amazing.

Yeah, well, you're amazing, darling.

Mwah. Happy birthday.

That's lovely. Thank you.

So you don't forget about me
at Oxford.

As if. I'm going to be on the phone
to you every five minutes.

Feeling inspired, Charlie?

Where were you after school,
by the way?

At Arthur's, taking drugs and
looking at porn.

We were playing on the computer.

- His mum will confirm that, will she?
- Yes!

Why do you always think
the worst of me?

Do you know what else I love doing?

I love doing that one with
Jennifer... What's her name?

What is her name?
With the hot air balloons?

Oh, brilliant, that one.

Hey, your mate smashed it.

Well done, Rory.

You kept that claim to fame quiet,
didn't you?

I can't think why!

So, come on, then...
Was he, like, totally amazing

while you were at RADA?

He was very good
and he worked very hard,

but I never felt he was that much
better than me.

How wrong I was.

I mean, all it takes is one
audition, doesn't it? You know?

So, go on, then. You must have
some juicy Rory Harrison gossip.

Yeah, go on,
you must have some great stories.

I do, but I'd rather not share them.

Why not?

Well, he was actually my friend.

Er, hello. Can we help you?

I hope so. I need you to find out
if my son's a criminal.

16 is a tough age for boys,
I get that.

And Charlie's dad and I are
divorced, which must make it harder,

but lately he's been acting
really secretive.

What's this?

It's amazing.

You get to see where your kids are,
who they're talking to,

what they're looking at online.

It's like CCTV for mums.

It's a very scary world out there.

- They look just like you.
- I know.

So I'm giving you full access,
including the archive.

I just hope you professionals
can work out what he's up to.

Are you sure you're happy
letting us watch your son like this?

I'll do whatever it takes
to stop him screwing up his future.

He won't get into Oxbridge
with a criminal record, will he?

Not even the Stasi had this
much control.

I know loads of mums who spy
on their kids like this.

My parents had no idea where
I was most of the time.

Probably for the best,
given the things I got up to.

There's no sign of a life
of crime so far.

If he's savvy, he'll have
changed his settings.

If the kid thinks the police can
find stuff, so can we.

Ooh.

Girlfriend, maybe?

Well, if it is, she's not
making him very happy, is she?

Let's find this Cassie.

What's Syracuse?

Syracuse Tuition Centre,
a grade-busting tutoring hub

with "a proven track record of
improving GCSE and A-level results."

Classes evenings and weekends.

Poor kids!

It's Rory!

Sorry.

- Hello, buddy.
- What happened?

Shocker. Got home after the show

and my landlady made a drunken
lunge at me.

Oh! Oh, no.

Part of me admires her
fighting spirit.

She turned 60 last week.

Alas, no. I am out of there.

- That's... Eugh.
- Normally when this happens,

I just check myself into a hotel,
but I don't know,

I just really fancy staying
somewhere normal.

You want to crash with me?

- What do you say? Be like old times.
- Erm...

Popular place.

This summer,
every math student at Syracuse

...got A star in their
A-levels.

- It says it up there.
- Oh! Yeah.

Do you know, Charlie's sister
did maths here

and now she's going to Oxford.

Yeah, I think our Charlie's
expected to follow suit.

Come on, let's find his teacher.

- Have you got a book?
- Comedy Of Errors.

Got it from the charity shop.

What's Charlie's teacher
called again?

- Ms Dorcas.
- She sounds absolutely terrifying.

I'm only asking the question. Amit!

Sorry.

- That was the genius maths teacher!
- I know!

Come in.

- Ah, Ms Dorcas?
- Yes?

Hi, there. Erm...

We found this.

We just assumed that Cassie
was one of your English students.

Well, as far as I know, there's only
one Cassie in the school,

- and that's me.
- You?

Yes.

Cassandra Dorcas.

This is a very funny play
but it's not my copy.

Thank you.

Was there anything else?

It's just I've got a class
arriving in a moment.

Yes. Yes, it's, erm...

It's about our children,
isn't it, Brian?

Yes, Barbara.

- We've got two.
- Our four.

- Well, two.
- Of each.

- Twins.
- Two sets of twins.

Oh, OK.

Yeah. And the thing is that they're
very bright, aren't they, Brian?

Oh, yes.

But we just think that they could
do with a little bit more...

- Discipline.
- ..English tuition. - Tuition.

Right. Well, how old are they?

Oh, they're GCSE.

15?

- All of them?
- Yeah.

So they're quadruplets?

Yes.

I mean, frankly, I just
don't know...

I don't know how we've coped.

Well, I'm afraid my GCSE class
is filled at the moment.

I'm so sorry.

Which is why we're wondering,

do you ever let parents
into the classes?

Yes, because that would be very
useful, actually, wouldn't it?

- Just to gauge the level.
- I mean, we will be as quiet as mice.

Won't we, Babs?

I'm afraid that's against the rules.

OK, so, if there's nothing else...

That's supposed to be brilliant,
by the way.

Yes, I'm seeing it tonight.
I love Rory Harrison.

- Ooh, the younger man, eh?
- I just think he's a good actor.

- Come on in!
- Yes, we...

We know him, actually.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Right.

- Well, it was nice to meet you.
- Oh, right.

Yes. You, too.

- Thank you.
- Bye-bye. - Enjoy the show!

Damn it!

Thanks, mate.
I really appreciate this.

Not much bigger than our
student flat.

Yeah, and just as tidy.

Ah! Happy days.

Stage combat award.

Second place. Who came first?

- You did?
- Did I?

Hmm.

So, tell me about the job, then.

Well, it's with a private
detective agency.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. It's actually quite interesting.

That's great. And they're OK about
giving you time off for auditions?

Yep. I had one a few weeks ago
and that was all fine.

That's great.

Bathroom through here?

That's the one.

"Oh that this too too solid
flesh would melt.

"Thaw and resolve
itself into a dew..."

"Or that the everlasting

"had not fix'd his canon
'gainst self-slaughter."

I played Hamlet in our final year.

Everybody said it was the best
thing I did there.

Yeah, I bet you were amazing.

Well, we want you to bring Hamlet
into this case, literally.

OK.

Yeah, basically, as pretend parents,
we're never going to get close

enough to Cassie Dorcas and Charlie
to find out what's been going

- on between the two of them.
- But Rory Harrison could.

Yeah, cos she's, like,
a massive fan.

You want Rory to lower himself
to help with our investigation?

Darlings, hell will freeze
over first.

Hang on!
You're doing him a massive favour.

- You're giving him a roof over his head.
- Yeah.

And what about all those
skeletons in his closet?

Shakespeare, you are a
terrible person.

Yeah, I am a bit naughty.

I normally spend my days
off avoiding fans.

Well, if you want the world to know

- about that Danish fungal cream advert...
- No.

I thought you made a very
fetching antibody.

- That's her.
- You sure? - Mm-hm.

Er, Cassie?

- Oh, my goodness!
- Rory Harrison, great to meet you.

Hello! Wow.

This is Andrew Ticklebus,
my publicity agent.

Hello. We gather you came to see
the show last night.

Yes, I loved it.

- You were amazing.
- That's so kind. Thank you.

So, Cassie, sorry for just turning
up like this,

but my friends Barbara and Brian
mentioned meeting you yesterday.

Oh! Right!

I was hoping we could kind of
have a little chat.

You see, after Hamlet, I'm doing
this feature and it's set in

- a tuition centre just like this one.
- Wow!

It's a cracking plot. It's about
a teacher

who has an affair with one
of her pupils.

Mm! Interesting.

Of course, that would never
happen here.

Are you sure? Because, frankly,
if you were my teacher...

No way!

- Aren't you...?
- Yes.

- Yes, he is!
- Hey!

That one about the hen
party. You were hilarious, man.

- Thanks.
- I'm Amit.

Though everyone calls me Rammy.

After Ramanujan,
the famous mathematician.

OK.

Well, hi, Rammy.

Amit's an excellent actor, too.

It's amazing what he gets away with.

My colleague's just bitter.

Before I came along, people thought
she was quite a good teacher!

Well, it's great to meet you.
Keep up the good work.

Friendly guy!

Look, obviously I would
love to help you.

How about...? OK.

Erm, why don't you come to my house
a bit later for a cup of tea?

I've just got an appointment right
now that I just can't cancel.

- Sure. Yeah. Later?
- At two-ish?

Perfect.

Wonderful.

Gosh!

- Here's my address.
- Amazing. And, er...

...thank you.

See you later.

Strong work!

"Come not between the dragon
and her wrath."

Classic gender conflict.
He's younger, more successful

and, crucially, male.

I reckon there might be a bit more
to it than that.

Reading people.
That's what this job boils down to.

Yes, it's a big part of it.

So, after three years,
you should be pretty good at it.

Ooh. You think I'm wasting my time?

I didn't say that.

God, Rory, do you think
I'm choosing to do this?

You don't think I'd rather
be playing Hamlet at the RSA

and being adored by the
entire world?

I don't know because, to me, mate,
you seem pretty settled.

This is not my life.

Right, that's it, I'm off.

- Creme Svampe.
- Huh? Danish for "fungal cream".

Rory, wait here a sec. OK?

- Seb?
- You don't want to see this.

Don't patronise me!

- Tea's still warm.
- What's that?

What's...? What's happened to her?

I think she's dead.

- But...
- Ambulance and police, please.

- What's that sort of smoky smell?
- I don't know! Death?

Yes. A woman has been stabbed
in her home

and I'm not getting a pulse.
It's number two, King Edward Close.

Oh, dear God! They've come back
for us! Get back!

- Detective Sergeant!
- What the hell?

- That was... How did...?
- I saw the blood on the door handle.

- Is he police?
- Yes, I'm police!

- Oh, thank God. You saved my life!
- Do not touch me.

So, how DID Keeler get there
so fast?

Turns out Cassie reported
a fraud a couple of hours ago

but Keeler got delayed
on another case.

He's delighted, obviously.

- What was the fraud?
- She didn't give any details.

Looks like she knew her killer,
though.

She was having a cup of tea
with them.

- Lover's tiff, maybe?
- Charlie.

Maybe she dumped him.

He couldn't deal with it.

He was a kid after all.

Or maybe he threatened
to report her

so she attacked him and then
he... he did it in self-defence.

In case it's relevant, Cassie

and that maths teacher did not
seem to get on.

- Yeah. Amit Azim.
- Mm-hm.

We found those two having a bit of
an argument yesterday, didn't we?

Well, they were still at it
about two hours ago, so...

- Perhaps I should have a word with him.
- Mm-hm.

- Sebastian?
- Oh, I better go. Bye.

- Hello, Voila.
- Are you OK?

I'm fine. My friend, not so much.

- Is that...?
- Yes, it is.

The suave and fearless
Rory Harrison.

"Something is rotten in
the state of Denmark."

I need to go.

Where?

Meeting with the director.

OK. Lovely. I'll walk you back.

Hey, can that spy app tell us where
Charlie was this afternoon?

He turned his phone off.
There's no GPS signal.

I'll go see if he's at home
and then I'll come and find you.

Sounds like a plan.

Syracuse called me. I can't
believe it. She taught Isabella too.

She was such a lovely woman.

How are the kids taking it?

Charlie's upstairs, very quiet.

Isabella's baby-sitting.

I don't suppose I could have a
quick word with Charlie, could I?

OK.

Charlie! Down here, please.

- So, he's been home all afternoon, has he?
- Oh, I don't know.

I've been out shopping. Why?

Oh, no reason.

Please don't tell me he's
involved in all this.

Er, Charlie, this is Lu.
She's a detective.

She wants to talk
to you about Ms Dorcas.

- Shall I leave you?
- Do you mind?

Thanks.

Hi, Charlie.

Right. The first thing I should say
is that I'm not the police,

but I do know that you and
Ms Dorcas have been in contact

outside of the classroom.

And I also know that the police
will find that out eventually,

and they're going to want to ask
you questions

about your relationship.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

We've all had crushes on the
wrong people, haven't we?

I've had loads.

But, as a teacher, she was
definitely in the wrong.

What are you talking about?

Your relationship with Ms Dorcas?

No! It wasn't anything like that.

Oh, all right! Oh, OK. Sorry.

What was it, then?

What's going on?

Hi. You must be Isabella. I'm Lu.

Are you here about Ms Dorcas?

Mum called me.

Someone's in a hurry.

He's probably in shock. We all are.

Mr Azim?

Yes. Yes.

Brian Haliday. With the quadruplets.

We met yesterday, briefly.

I came looking for you
earlier over lunch.

I had a commitment outside
the centre.

How can I help?

Terrible news about your colleague.

Devastating.

She was a lovely woman.

Yeah. I heard her on the phone
earlier, actually. In here.

Yes. She was talking to the police.

Mentioned something about fraud.

What did you want to speak
to me about?

Well, I just wanted to pick
your brains about A-level options

- for the kids, you know?
- Erm...

Come back on Tuesday.

OK?

See you next Tuesday.

Cheating little...

What are you doing?

- Who are you?
- I'm Frank Hathaway.

I'm a private investigator.

And I've just found out the secret
of your success. Time travel!

This is next year's A-level paper.

All in the timing, partner.

I just can't believe how calm
you were.

Well, it's not the first body
I've found, I'm afraid.

Now, are you sure you'll
be OK for tonight?

Trust me, performing is going to
seem like a blessed escape.

Isn't that the genius maths teacher?

Yes. Mr Azim? We would love a word.

I can't talk now.

But the thing is, Rory now wants
this movie to be all about you.

- I hate the theatre!
- That's funny, because I hate maths.

- You're not really making a film
about me, are you? - Er, no.

Rory!

"Sound trumpets!
Let our bloody colours wave!

"And either victory,
or else a grave."

Leave me alone!

- What do you want from me?
- Give it up, maths boy.

Maths boy?

Why did you do it?

Results.

That's all it's about now.

Parents, teachers, everyone.

I'm just playing the same game
they are.

Fudging the figures,
working the system.

That's what you call murder, is it?
"Working the system"?

Eh?

You knew Cassie was on to you,
didn't you? So you shut her up.

I didn't kill Cassie.

Thank you. Those draft exam papers
all came from a Susan Frobisher,

who sets maths questions for
the M4M exam board.

AND she lives just
outside Stratford.

Where do I know that name from?

So either Susan is collaborating
with Amit

or he's found some way to take
photos of the papers

- without her realising.
- Yes! Cassie must have found out,

- threatened to expose him...
- And he panicked.

Case closed.

Hang on. We still don't know if
Charlie's in trouble.

That is what we're being paid
to find out.

I'm going to try some of those
chilli pork scratchings.

Can I have some chilli pork
scratchings, please?

- How many bags do you want, Frank?
- Just give us all four.

Mr Harrison, good morning,
I'm PC Viola Deacon.

My team and I just want to thank you
for your act of bravery yesterday.

It was a stupid thing to do.

I was in agony on stage last night.

It's even worse this morning.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

I don't suppose you could sign
this for me.

Of course.

Thank you. If you could
just make it out to Viola.

Not a problem.

I'm actually coming to
watch the show tonight.

Great.

Thanks.

Well, I don't want to disturb you.

So, I don't suppose he owned up,
then, to killing that poor woman?

- Amit Azim didn't do it.
- How do you know?

Because at the time of the murder,
he was giving a talk on teaching

excellence to a hall full of school
teachers in Warwick. Which is a bit

ironic, really, isn't it?

So how did he get hold
of those exam papers?

It's a mystery! Which we'll solve,
of course.

They did say Shakespeare
enjoyed irony.

He did. However, I feel he may have
preferred a painful tragedy.

You got her to tell you all that,
did you?

Well, I mean, I had just
given her my autograph.

Great work, Rory.

It sounds like you're an absolute
natural at this, as well.

Are you kidding me?

I haven't got the stomach
or the back!

That reminds me - I've got an
appointment with the osteopath.

Praying that I'm going to be
all right for tonight.

Good luck.

- Goodbye, Rory Harrison.
- Thanks a million.

He's a teeny-weeny bit up himself
but he's OK.

- That's about right. Yeah.
- All right.

So, if Amit didn't kill
Cassie, who did?

- Susan Frobisher?
- Where do I know that name from?

- We need to find her and have a word.
- Or it's something to do with Charlie

and whatever was going on
between him and Cassie.

- We missed their connection here.
- Isabella?

Maybe. Although
she's already left Syracuse.

Hang on.

Look - Susan Frobisher is
one of Isabella's contacts.

What?

Are there any messages
between the two of them?

"Hi Izzie, 7pm Tuesday sounds great.
I'll make sure the kids are in bed."

"Hi, Suzie, the girls are sound
asleep. Enjoy your evening."

OMG. Isabella is her baby-sitter!

She was left alone in the house
with the A-level papers.

So that's how she got into Oxford.

So, let's say Isabella found the
draft A-level papers

in Frobisher's house.

She took pictures of them,
sent them to Amit.

Cassie got suspicious, they panicked
and decided to silence her.

- It fits.
- And given that Amit has an alibi...

We need to find some proof.

Well, if Isabella sent the photos
to Amit, there could well be

a record of that somewhere
on the app.

No, there's no Amit Azim
listed in the contacts.

- Damn it.
- He called himself "Rammy".

Nice one, Seb.

There's an attachment on there.

Teacher and student.
Partners in crime.

Let's go find the golden girl.

Hi.

Hello, Jessica.

I came to see if you've got
any further.

- With Charlie?
- Charlie, right.

I'll tell you what. I'm going
to leave you alone.

- Did I interrupt something?
- Not at all.

Listen, we couldn't find
any evidence that your son

- has been doing anything he shouldn't.
- That's true.

But we are going to keep on looking.

No, there's no need. That's all the
reassurance I was after.

So, how much do I owe you?

Oh. Prompt payment is
appreciated!

I'll sort out the invoice.

- Please.
- Thank you.

- Hello.
- My mum's not in.

No. It was your sister
that I was after.

Why? Is she in trouble?

- Probably best if I speak to her.
- She's out as well.

Do you know where she is?

She's not here.

You all right, Charlie?

Yeah.

You knew about the exam papers,
didn't you?

That's what Ms Dorcas wanted,
wasn't it?

Your help to prove that Isabella
was involved.

- Look, I'll call the police.
- Listen to me, Charlie.

Your sister is in big trouble

and it might help her if she
speaks to me first,

so just tell me where she is.

Ow! Ooh!

- Hello?
- Any joy?

Charlie's protecting her.

I think it's what he's been doing
all along!

Oh, that explains it.

Listen, if you're done,
get yourself down to School Lane.

We're following Jessica, see if
she leads us to Isabella.

She's been there six minutes now.

Come on, Lu!

What is she doing with all
that stuff?

University.

She's taking Isabella to Oxford.

- Of course.
- Look.

And she's got herself a new phone
for Freshers' Week.

- Clean phone.
- Clean start.

Come on, let's go.

- OK?
- Yep.

- What the...?
- Bad news.

- You do have a kid who's in trouble.
- Your perfect daughter.

What are you talking about?

I'm so sorry, Ms Duke.

Lapsang Souchong.

Of course. The smoky smell
at Cassie Dorcas' house.

This is what it was.

You did say you'd do anything
to protect your children's future.

Charlie says she's going to call
the police.

I'll lose my place at Oxford.
I'll go to prison!

You have to help me, Mummy!

This is absurd.

It's OK, darling, there's
nothing to worry about.

They're all utterly mad.

Well, you won't mind forensics
taking your house and car apart

looking for Cassie's blood, then,
will you?

This is about integrity, Mrs Duke.

It's my daughter's future
we're talking about here.

I'm sorry, but I've already
called the police.

They'll be here shortly.

How dare you mess with my family?!

- It was you?!
- Why, Isabella?

- Why did you have to cheat?!
- I was scared about disappointing you!

I bet you a crate of beer you'll
find traces of blood in that car.

Let's see, shall we, Frank?

Tiger mothers, you see,
they're especially dangerous

when one of their cubs
is threatened.

Mum!

It's OK, darling. It's OK.

Charlie!

Oh, Charlie, I'm so sorry.

Last summer I used Izzie's phone

to look up some stupid prank
videos online.

Mum didn't approve of them and I
thought she was checking my phone.

And that's when you found
the photos.

I knew it was really bad,
but I kept quiet.

How did Ms Dorcas find out?

One day after class, she told me
she'd seen Izzie

in a cafe with Mr Azim.

She was worried something
was going on between them.

I panicked.

So you told her what you'd seen?

She wouldn't leave me alone
after that.

Wanted me to find out where Izzie
had seen the papers.

When Ms Dorcas said she was going
to call the police,

that's when I finally told Isabella.

I ruined everything.

No. No, Charlie.
You haven't done anything wrong.

Your only thought
was to protect your sister.

And believe me, she will
always be grateful for that.

See, my mum would never do anything
like that for me.

If my mum caught me cheating, she'd
march me to the headmaster herself.

So, are you thinking of
changing careers?

Are you kidding?

Real emotion, real drama?

Truth is, I can't hack it.

It's really impressive
what you guys do. Honestly.

Thanks.

- How was the osteo?
- The bearer of bad tidings.

I can't do the show tonight.

I've never missed a performance
in my life.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't worry.

- Just get your understudy to go on
and you can stay with us. - Yeah.

You see that lad down there?

That's my understudy.

The director's cancelling the show.
He's got no choice.

It's a complete disaster.

"Goodnight, sweet prince,

"and flights of angels sing thee
to thy rest."

- Hm.
- What?

"Though this be madness,
there is method in it."

Oh, that this too, too solid flesh

would melt, thaw and resolve itself

into a dew. Or that
the Everlasting had not

fix'd his canon 'gainst
self-slaughter.

Oh, God!

I don't know what any of it means,
but he's brilliant, isn't he?

Who are you shushing? We know him.

- We know him.
- Fine. Oh, fine, fine.

Tis an unweeded garden
that grows to seed,

things rank and gross in nature
possess it merely.

That it should come to this!

But two months dead. Nay,
not so much, not two.

So excellent the king...

Mwah. Mwah.

Too kind!

- Hi, Seb.
- Hi!

- You were brilliant.
- Thank you.

- Would you mind?
- Of course.

I especially loved how you played
that intimacy with Ophelia.

Gosh, thanks.

I will just be back in a sec.

Of course.

What's wrong?

What's wrong is that you completely

nailed it and got me out of jail!

Oh!

Oh, thank you, mate.

- Thank you for believing in me.
- Oh, stop it!

I know how good you are.

Now, when you've finished
with your fans,

the director wants a word.

- No?
- No, Frank. His dad was dead.

His dad was dead, so
that was a ghost.

- What?
- That was a gho...

- Here he is, the star of the show.
- You were amazing!

- You were much better than I was expecting.
- Thank you.

I mean, it was good. Really good.
Do you want a pint?

Erm, I think I might need
something stronger than that.

- Why? What's happened?
- The director has just offered me a part

in the touring production.

- What? No way!
- It's going around the world!

It's China, Africa, everywhere.

Wow!

It's for two years.

Two... years?

- Mm.
- That's great!

It's Francisco. It's one of the
soldiers, so there's only ten

- lines, but...
- I assume you said yes.

I'm flying to Singapore
tomorrow morning.

- Wow!
- Well, this does call for a celebration.

You can have some crisps
with your pint!

A pint, please.

Oh, I told you not to come.

I know, but...

We thought you might
need a hand with your stuff.

Come here.

There we go, mate.

And we didn't want you getting
hungry on the way. Just some bits.

Thank you.

How are we going to cope
without you?

Well, let's be honest,
you're not, are you?

Probably not, no!

You have been amazing,
Lu Shakespeare.

So have you, Sebastian...

What is your surname?

And thank you, Frank.

Come here, you daft sod.

Right.

Two years. Oh, my God!

Yes, but it's the RSC, remember, and
it's everything you've dreamed of.

I know.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

I need a drink.

Come on.

- Frank.
- No, thanks.

It's ten lines. I'd have gone
out of my mind.

But isn't that a bad career move?

There'll be other roles.
I mean, I'm a bloody good actor!

Yes, you are!

And travelling is overrated. Right?

Oh, and I'd have spent
the whole time

wondering what you two were up to.

Well, look, seeing as you're back...

...it's your round!