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Hey, come in, come in.

God, the weather's horrible,
isn't it?

Yeah, absolutely.

Take off your coat.
Here, give me that.

- So how are you?
- Good.

- How's school?
- It's okay.

Well, thanks a million
for doing this.

Girls?

- Hi, Sarah.
- Hi, Sophie.

Isabelle?

She's annoyed because
I won't let her see Jaws.

It isn't fair!

- So is it a date?
- Hmm?

That you're going on.

None of your business.

No. It's just an old friend
I'm having a bite to eat with.

Can I get you some water
to start?

Yeah, and a glass of whatever
the house red is would be great.

Hi.

Hi.

We've gone there
three years running,

but we're getting sick of it
now, to be honest

- Well, not sick of it, but...
- You could do with a change.

- Couldn't we, Chris?
- Yeah.

- So where then?
- I don't know.

We were thinking Italy, maybe,

somewhere along
the Amalfi Coast?

Positano I hear is nice.

- Where?
- Positano?

- Right.
- No, I didn't know it either,

but a friend of my sister
says it's very romantic.

- Ooh!
- It's all romantic there.

They're a pretty romantic race,
really, aren't they?

That hot Mediterranean blood,
isn't that what they say?

- Jim has a bit of that in him.
- What? Yeah, right.

Jim works on holiday.

- Do you?
- Well, I work to commission,

so if something needs to be
done by a certain date,

that's when
it has to be done by.

- Oh, I couldn't do that. God!
- Me neither.

When I'm away, I'm away
and to hell with work.

Are you a holiday lover
at all, Chris?

Chris complains when a holiday's
coming up, don't you?

Do I?

You know you do.

But once he's there,
he enjoys it.

That's often all
it's a matter of, isn't it?

Getting there? Oh, it is.

I mean, straight away, you're
in a different frame of mind.

Oh, some of us, anyway.

Gimme a break.
I still enjoy myself.

I know. And we do spend
most of the day as a family.

That's the best part, I think.
Just hanging out as a family.

It happens so rarely for us
these days, to be honest.

And yeah,
it's always so lovely

seeing Chris
spend time with the girls.

- What does that mean?
- Hmm?

I spend as much time as I can
with the girls.

I know you do.

So why are you suggesting
that I don't?

I'm not. What are you
talking about?

I'm talking about you
implying something to people

that isn't the case.

- Oh, Chris...
- I don't think she was, Chris.

That's what I'm
fucking talking about.

I suppose it shows there's often
more going on in a marriage

than people outside of it
are ever aware of.

True.
Fairly ignorant all the same.

Oh, absolutely. Be a prick in
your own bloody house, you know?

Martina was going on
about that play again.

- Right.
- It sounds really good.

What is it?

I can't remember the name.

- Who's it by?
- I don't know.

Do you wanna maybe
go next week, though?

Yeah, I suppose.

You suppose?

What, you want me
to get excited

about a play you don't
even know the name of?

It's a date, though.

So?

With me.

Yeah, I suppose.

Asshole.

Yeah.

You put the bins out,
didn't you?

Fuck.

- You were talking shit!
- I wasn't.

You were, the three of you.
"Chris always complains!"

- When have I ever complained...
- Chris!

about spending time
with you and the girls?

- That wasn't what I meant.
- Of course it was.

Or neglected them in any way?
Never.

- Why are you acting like this?
- Like what?

And why do you expect me
to socialize with people

that I've no fucking
interest in anyway?

You know what? Do not make me
go over there again.

You're trying
to put us together,

make us those kind
of fucking friends.

I'm not! It's me and Danielle
who are friends.

Then be fucking friends
and leave me and Jim out of it!

Do you understand me?

Or include Jim
and leave me out of it!

Either way,
leave me fuck out of it!

I'm going to bed.

Good!

I'll be sleeping
in Sophie's room.

What the fuck do I care?

Still a lot of clouds,

but with just the odd patch
of rain and drizzle.

It'll be mild enough
with highs of around 79

or 10 degrees with mostly
moderate southwest breezes.

So did you get much homework?

About the usual.

- Ben?
- No, not really.

No? Have you maths?

Uh-huh.

- Sentences?
- Yeah.

So why are you saying,
"No, not really?"

- I don't know.
- Because he's an idiot.

Shit!

What is it?

Nothing.

Damn!

You're an idiot.

- Again?
- I know.

Did you knock in
to Mrs. Conway?

Yeah, there's no one in.

I can't come home, Jim.

I told you already,
I have a meeting with Stella.

Actually, you know who I think
has a key? Yvonne.

Yvonne?

What day is it?
And she'll be in.

No, sure, I'll leave it.

You'll leave it? Why?

- After the other night?
- Oh, give me a break.

- It'll be awkward, Danielle.
- It won't be awkward.

Look, I have to go, all right?
Knock in or don't.

- All right.
- All right, bye-bye.

Bye.

Well, Dad?

Hi.

No, it was when you had
your bathroom done,

I think she needed it back,
so the guy could get in and out.

Listen, you're welcome to hang
around here until she gets home.

Ah, no. We wouldn't
wanna get in your way.

Don't be silly.
What's the alternative anyway,

wander the streets
for the afternoon?

Well, I was thinking we might go
and see a movie.

Well, if that's what you
wanna do, then fine,

but just so you know,
you're completely welcome.

Thanks, Yvonne.

So what, you don't work
Tuesdays and Thursdays?

Yeah, just since recently,
actually.

Right, and how do you
find that?

Oh, it's great.

I mean, even just in terms
of commuting, you know?

- Where do you work again?
- Killester.

So yeah, the fact that
I only have to get out there

three times a week now
instead of five

just makes
an enormous difference.

'Course, you wouldn't have
those problems, I suppose.

Or am I being presumptuous?

- Working from home, you mean?
- Yeah.

No, you're not,

but working from home
can present its own challenges.

Really? Like what?

Well, like
keeping disciplined.

Right.

Resisting the urge to
fuck around on the Internet.

Sorry. Shit.

Actually...

- Isabelle?
- Yeah?

Are you guys all okay?

Yeah, we're fine.

Go on.

Fuck around on the Internet.

Yeah, or watch TV.

- Okay.
- Or go back to bed.

Have you done that?

Done what?

Gone back to bed.

Have you not?

Maybe once or twice.

You see? These are
the fucking temptations.

And how do you know?

She told me.

She told you?

Yes.

In fact, she even went so far
as to ask my permission.

As if I'll have a say
in anything once I'm gone.

Permission to what?

To be with you.

And did you give it?

Of course I did.

I want her to be happy.

Although there is one thing
I need to tell you about her.

And that night
didn't come up at all?

- No.
- I told you it wouldn't.

You said
it wouldn't be awkward.

Was it?

It was a bit, actually.
Spending three fucking hours

hanging around
a stranger's house.

She isn't a stranger, Jim.

Oh, would you mind taking the
kids to town someday this week

and getting Alannah
a new shirt for school?

She's complaining
the one she has

is getting
too small for her.

Right. Yeah, sure,
we might go in tomorrow.

Thanks.

So what else
did you not like?

- About the play?
- Yeah.

What else did you not like?

Well?

What?

- How is it?
- Fine.

Does it fit?

I wouldn't say "fine"
if it didn't, Dad.

I'm hungry.

- Now, everything good?
- Great, thank you.

Dad.

Oh, actually...

were the wraps supposed
to come with chips?

They were, yeah.
Why? Did you not get any?

- No.
- Do you want them now?

No, that's fine.
We're just gonna go now.

So what do you want?

Sorry?

What do you want?

Nothing. I just was wondering
if I misunderstood the menu,

that's all.

Right.

Actually, sorry,
you know what?

I hate to make a fuss,

but is that the attitude
you have to take?

- What do you mean?
- Would a simple apology

not be possible without...

- An apology?
- Yeah.

It's not my fault your chips
didn't come with your wraps.

- I never said it was.
- It's the kitchen's.

That's fine. I'm just saying,
you know,

out of, Jesus,
common courtesy...

- Ah, yeah.
- What?

Listen, I don't know
what your problem is,

but I've far more
important things to be doing

than dealing
with this crap.

Go and find someone else
to fucking abuse, all right?

Dad...

she said the F-word.

I know.

Hey!

- Oh, hey. How are you?
- Good. Good.

- You going home?
- Yeah.

- Cool. Hi, girls.
- Hi.

So where were you, town?

Yes, getting a shirt
for Alannah.

I see!

- What about you?
- Post office.

- Mam, can we get a treat?
- No.

- Please?
- Dad, can we get a treat?

I tell you what. We have
some chocolate bars at home

if you'd like one.

- Sorry, is that okay?
- Yeah, of course.

What do you say, guys?

What kind of chocolate bars?

And did you complain
to the manager?

Yeah, absolutely.

I mean, I'm not the type
that normally would,

but this woman was
fucking obnoxious, Yvonne.

- No, she sounds it, all right.
- And in front of my kids?

No, I mean, there's a limit

to the amount of that kind of
shit you can tolerate, you know?

Anyway...

Dad!

- Yeah?
- Look at this.

All right, hang on.

Cool!

Do you ever notice how
once you start measuring time

by the age of your kids...

What, how quickly
it seems to be passing?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, definitely.

I mean,
just looking at Ben there,

I remember him being
six or seven months old,

and me cleaning his shit
and thinking,

"When is he gonna
be old enough

I don't have to do this
anymore?"

- And then...
- Gone.

Like that.
I mean, eight, nine years...

- And you're that much older.
- That's right.

- That's the scary thing.
- Well, that's what I'm saying.

Before we had kids, it seemed
to go by so much more slowly.

And now it's like,
"What the fuck?"

- I know.
- What happened?

I'll tell you
what I find weird, will I?

Whenever I look at photographs
of the girls,

like when they were younger,

I kind of don't remember them
ever looking like that.

What do you mean?

I mean, in my head,

it seems like they've always
looked exactly like

they look right now,
you know?

Those younger kids are
different people altogether.

Or is that just me?

It might be just you.

Oh, right, fair enough, so...

- Can I ask you something?
- Yeah.

I actually meant to say this
last time you were here.

Will you not judge Chris
for that night at your house?

At my... Oh, no, of course.

It just I don't want
you thinking

or Danielle or anyone,
actually,

thinking that kind of thing
is a common occurrence.

- Okay.
- Because it's not.

Or that we're having problems,
say, or...

Right, no, I get you.

- Do you?
- Absolutely.

Because, I mean,
Chris is a really gentle guy,

a respectful guy.

We love each other an awful lot,
Jim, you know?

I mean, how are
you and Danielle?

Yeah, we're good.

But you know how it is,
though.

- We all have our moments.
- We do.

I mean, don't we?
I mean, does Danielle?

She does.
No, she does.

- Well, there you go, you know?
- Exactly.

There you go.

I'm sure
there are plenty of you

whom my advice would be to
get booking as soon as you can.

We're gonna turn
the clocks back now,

and go back, I think,

something even more
sedating now.

Oh, man.
This brings back memories.

What of?

Ah...

Tell me.

Nothing.

There was this girl I used
to know in secondary school.

Samantha Nolan.

Really?

I was just...

There was this one night
at a disco,

and she asked me up to dance.

This is the song
that was playing.

I was always mooning
over her, so...

She must have taken pity on me
or something.

Did she not just like you?

Nah. She was a couple of years
ahead of me,

so she was
way out of my league.

I tried to hang out with her
afterwards.

She wasn't having any of it.

So it was a sympathy dance.

I suppose.

Or a consolation one
or whatever.

Better than nothing though.

Mm.

Hey, guys.

Different kinds of flowers.

Like what?

- Well, like roses.
- Okay.

Like...

He was looking in the drawer
for something,

and the press above him
was open,

so when he straightened up,
he banged his head off it.

Right.

- And I laughed.
- You laughed?

Well, I didn't mean to.
It just, you know...

It kinda came out.

But he got so fucking angry,
Danielle.

And that's when he did it.

Were the girls there?

No, they were in bed,
thank God.

I mean, I didn't realize he was
hurt that badly, you know?

- But to fucking hit me?
- I know.

I mean, fuck!

It's all right.

I don't know
why he's acting this way.

I don't.

It's okay.
It's all right, Yvonne.

It's okay.

- Done?
- Yeah.

I put the navy sheet
onto the bigger bed though.

- Did it fit?
- Yeah.

Oh, good. I thought it
might've been too small.

Thanks, Jim. I'll take them up
in a couple of minutes.

No problem.

No glass for me?

Yvonne has something to ask you.

I'm sorry, Jim. It's just...

I was thinking about the girls
and school tomorrow.

I don't have their uniforms,
I don't have their bags.

Oh, right.
Do you want me to get them?

Could you?
I know it's a pain.

No, that's fine.
Sure, I'll go down now.

- Be careful though, won't you?
- What do you mean?

Well, don't get into a fight.

Gimme a break.

So do you want to write me
a list or something?

Hey.

And how long did you feel it?

I don't know. Two years?

You left it two fucking years?

I didn't want to know
if I had it.

I didn't want to know.

I thought if I did,
I'd rather find out too late

and just accept my fate,

rather of having to go through
all the fighting.

The fighting?

Exactly.

What do you mean?

- For my life.
- Oh.

Anyway,
since I discovered that

that's exactly what
I've succeeded in doing.

I've been a bit,
as you can imagine...

- Yeah.
- a bit temperamental.

Hence tonight.

Maybe a little bit more
than a bit.

How is she?

I don't know. She's upset.

And the girls?

You have to tell them, Chris.

I know I do, but...

they're just babies, Jim.

And Yvonne, you know,

how the fuck
am I supposed to do it?

How am I supposed to destroy
their lives, you know?

What fucking words...

do I use?

You're not to say anything
either.

- Jesus, I wouldn't presume to.
- Promise though.

- Promise?
- Yeah.

Okay, I promise.

Not even to Danielle, right?

When the time is right,
I'll, uh...

I'll do it.

Hi.

Hey.

Are they gone?

Yeah, Danielle took them.

Why didn't she wake me?

She said she thought
you might need the lie-in.

Do you want some breakfast?

No, I'm okay.

Some coffee?

You're working.

You know what?
I actually need a break.

Okay.

This is weird.

What is?

Us being here alone.

Oh.

Without any kids.

Feels slightly improper
or something, does it?

A little bit?

Uh, maybe now that you've drawn
my attention to it.

Sorry.

No, I know what you mean.

If this was an Updike novel,
we'd have an affair now.

Mm.

Have you ever had one?

What?

An affair.

No. No.

What about you?

Thinking about it.

I'm joking.

Why would you have an affair?

I don't know.

- To punish him?
- Chris.

Yeah.

Right.

So...

what happens next?

Go home, I suppose.

Is that stupid?

No, not at all.

I mean, I think
you should talk to him.

Right.

At the very least, you know?

Would you mind terribly
if I went back up to bed

for half an hour?

No, not at all.
God, take as long as you need.

Would you like to come with me?

- Yvonne...
- Fuck. I know.

- I'm sorry, Jim.
- Hang on.

Danielle, my friend
and everything.

Why the fuck
would I say that?

- Listen...
- Jesus! I have to go, Jim.

Hang on a second.

Why the fuck
would I say that?

- Because you're emotional.
- Christ!

Listen. And upset
and whatever else. Confused.

I understand, Yvonne,
all right?

- I'm so fucking embarrassed.
- Don't be.

And don't think... Jesus!

Don't think that I haven't,
you know, thought about you

in that way either.

- No, you haven't.
- No, I have.

You haven't.
You're only saying that

to make me feel like
less of a fucking fool,

and God bless you for it

Look, just wait a minute.

Give me your hand.

Just give it to me.

Do you feel how fast
that's going?

Feel mine.

Feel my breast.

Fuck.

Feel my nipple.

Yvonne...

I'm wet.

Yvonne...

Oh, God,
I'm so fucking wet.

That's silly because the demon
is scared of the sword,

and there's no way a demon
would be scared of a sword

unless is was powered,
and it wasn't powered.

It was just like
one that's metal.

That is a flaw, actually.

All right, coats off,
lunchboxes out of bags.

Go on.

Will you do my spellings
with me, Dad?

Yeah, in a minute.
Just do your other jobs first.

- Hello?
- Hey.

- Can you talk?
- Yeah.

Jim?

Can I see you again?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Are you sure?

I thought
you wouldn't want to.

I don't.

I mean, in my head,
I don't, but...

No, I know what you mean.

I've got this awful fucking knot
in my stomach all of a sudden.

So do I.

I'm not sure how much of it's
fear or how much of it's...

- I don't know.
- Anticipation?

Yeah.

What if I was to rent a room
tomorrow?

- A room?
- In town or... Yeah.

I'm in work tomorrow.

Well, Thursday.

Would you be okay with that,
going there?

No.

Cool... No?

I mean yes.
Yes, I'd be okay with it.

All right.

I can't believe
this is happening.

Neither can I.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Okay.

- Bye.
- Bye.

And so when did she leave?

Not long after.

And what did she say?

She said to say thanks for
getting the kids out to school.

That it?

I don't know.
She was quiet.

I'll call her later.
You do your homework, guys?

Mm-hmm.

Can I leave
the rest of my beans?

Ah, Ben, eat half
of what's there.

Good boy.

What do you think?

About what?

Yvonne.

What do you mean?

A kind of discontentment,
I suppose.

Not even that. Sorry.

Not even,
because I am content.

It's like this...

constant fucking conviction

that I haven't been getting
what I deserve.

That I'm undervalued.

Undervalued by who?

By me?

By everyone.

- Right.
- At work.

By the fucking world.

But yeah, by you as well.

But you're not
undervalued by me.

I know.

You're valued more than you
can imagine.

I know, which is why
what I did to you

is so fucking
unforgivable.

- Chris...
- It is, Yvonne.

And to come home this evening,

because I was fully expecting
the house to be empty,

and that's exactly
what I fucking deserve.

Of course it is.

And to open the door

and see their coats
and their schoolbags

in the hall...

I need you.

I need you.

- I know.
- I need you.

I'm such a fucking prick.

- You're not.
- An idiot.

Fucking hitting you?

Shh.

I'm a fucking scumbag!

Do you wanna leave it?

Jim.

Do you?

No.

It's weird.

- I'm terrified and...
- So am I.

Yet we've already done it.

This is the...

This is the premeditated
version though.

True.

Jesus.

I know.

Come here.

God, what the hell
are we like?

- Hi, guys!
- Mam!

- We made crystals today!
- You what?

- In school.
- You made crystals?

And Eleanor Donoghue got sick
all over the floor.

Oh, no!

I'm gonna fall off!

I'm gonna fall off!
I'm gonna fall off!

Then after the girls and I
got back to the house,

I had to go up to the bathroom
and masturbate.

- Yvonne...
- I'm serious.

That's how much
I'm aching for you.

Well, where the hell
are you anyway?

At home. Chris is collecting
the girls from camogie.

Oh, right.

Are you aching for me?

Yeah, of course.

I can't believe it's Tuesday
before I get to see you again.

And what'll you do
in the meantime?

What do you mean?

Well, are you gonna
masturbate?

Jesus. Stop, will you?

Are you?

Yeah, probably.

Who will you fantasize about
while you're doing it?

Who the hell do you think?

- Tell me.
- You, of course.

And what'll you fantasize about
doing to me?

And I so much wanted
the yellow one.

Right.

I thought it was
so fucking beautiful.

But no.

My sister got that one,
and I got the pink.

And I had
such a fucking tantrum.

Really?

Oh, yeah.

I mean, I was only six.

Even now...

Even with her gone
these 15 years,

I still feel so guilty
about it.

My poor mother.

What?

Nothing.

You're lovely.

This is lovely.

What?

Just being here.

Just talking.

I feel very close to you
these days.

Is it all right to say that?

Why wouldn't it be?

I don't know.

I feel very close to you too.

What if, next time we met,
we did something risky?

Like what?

Like...

went for a walk
on the beach.

Why?

To be romantic.

To be romantic?

But... did we not say

we wouldn't let things
get beyond this room?

We did.

So?

That's why
it'd be a risk, see?

- She said I could.
- And what did her mother say?

- She didn't ask her.
- Shut up.

So this is all theoretical.

- No.
- Until her mother's been asked,

it is, love.

Well, theoretically then,
would you let me stay over?

What do you think? Chris.

Should we not invite Danielle
and Jim down some night soon?

- And Alannah and Ben?
- What, for dinner?

- Yeah.
- And Alannah and Ben, Dad?

- No.
- Why?

I don't know.
So I can apologize

for being so obnoxious
in their house that night.

- And, you know.
- Right.

What does "obnoxious" mean?

Uh, kinda nasty.

What did you do?

- I was ignorant.
- You were ignorant?

- Yeah.
- Of what?

Of the fact that everything
isn't all about me.

Something we'd all do very well
to remember occasionally.

Huh?

So what do you think?

No, I suppose
that's fair enough.

I mean, it'll be weird.

Yeah.

And we'll have to be,
both of us,

careful not to refer to
conversations we've had.

- That's true.
- Or things we've done.

Like that time we had sex
in the dunes.

That time we what?

- Come over here for a minute.
- Where?

- Just over here.
- Jim...

I'm not gonna go in there
with you. You're joking.

- It's the middle of winter.
- All right.

"That time we had sex
in the dunes."

- What?
- My legs are fucking freezing.

Do you wanna stop?

God, no.

Jesus!

Oh, God.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Have nothing better to do?

Than watch you get
your hole, man?

No, I don't think so.

Would you not keep going?
You're just deadly.

Hey, give us a look at
your fanny there, missus.

- Ignore them.
- Ah, come on.

- You dirty fucking slapper you.
- Jim...

Who said that?

I did.

Your mother's a dirty slapper.

Say that again?

- Jim...
- Look...

Say it again.

- No.
- Terrible, isn't it?

- Jesus.
- So where did it happen?

Lombard Street just around from
a place I'm doing some work for.

- Were you talking?
- Just sending a text.

- To me.
- To Danielle.

This fella comes out of nowhere
and grabs it or tries to.

As soon as he sees I won't
let go, it was like bang!

- God.
- Right in the... No, I know,

And off he runs down into...
You know those flats down there?

And did you tell the police?

His face didn't even register.

I mean, if he was
sitting here at this table,

I wouldn't recognize him.

I would, of course,
but you know what I mean.

Added to which,
I hung onto the phone.

- Aren't you great?
- Fuck you.

No, you did well
to hang onto it.

- Didn't he?
- Absolutely.

Anyway, thanks for coming,

after my behavior
last time we were together.

And of course,
other things that occurred.

You can't ever
do it again, Chris.

What?

You can't ever hit her again.

I know.

- I mean it. Ever.
- Danielle...

No, no, no, that's fine.

You have to be
better than that.

And I will.

I will, and, see, that's...

I wanted to make that promise,

and to apologize to you both

and to you again, Yvonne.

- Chris...
- No, seriously.

And for the fact
that it happened first

and for the fact that you guys
had to be such a part of it all

in the way that you were.

Okay.

Is that okay?

That's fine.

All right.

So will we move on to something
less, I don't know, awkward now?

Absolutely.

Good idea.

Hey, listen, um...

I wanted to say
thank you for not,

you know, not saying
anything about...

Oh, right. No, of course.

- How are you?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

But how are you really?

Not great.

But I'm okay, okay?

And... are you ever
gonna say anything?

No, you know...

But you know what it is?

We're in a really good place
at the moment,

and I just feel like
the later I leave it,

the less time they'll have to
spend fucking dealing with it.

But I know. I do, I do.

I will tell her.
Just...

Right. Well, look if you ever
want to talk again or...

- I appreciate that.
- Anything.

I appreciate that.
Cheers.

- Anyway, I'll, uh...
- Yeah, sure, yeah.

He says it himself.
He's only really productive

four, five hours at the most
each day.

So I'm lucky the rest
of the time he's around

and willing to take care of
the responsibilities I can't.

What?

Nothing.
Singing your praises.

No, but it is about valuing
what we have, isn't it?

- Definitely.
- 'Cause that's when the rot

begins to set in
in most relationships, yeah.

It's like you were saying,
Chris, you know,

if you start with
what you have,

taking it for granted,
am I right?

- What's that?
- Because you can't.

Because, Jesus, we all have a
lot of shit to be thankful for.

I mean, don't we?

The fact that someone,
say, could get sick,

or one of the children
could get sick,

it can happen
to anyone though.

So we just have to remind
ourselves that...

Or maybe you don't.

- No, maybe you do though.
- Remind yourself what?

That your happiness
is fragile,

and we're all just hanging onto
it by the skin of our teeth.

- All right, enough.
- What?

Depressing talk.

I don't wanna think
about that. We're fine.

- We're all fine.
- All right.

We're cool, thank God.

Let's just open
another bottle of wine.

Dad, are you gonna be
much longer in there?

- Dad.
- What?

- I need to brush my teeth.
- Use the other bathroom.

Isabelle's in there.

Are you doing a poo?

Are you doing a poo, Dad?

Dad, are you doing a poo?

It's kind of confusing,
I suppose,

because now I find myself
reassessing whether it ever was.

Right.

Proper love, like.

Was it something else.

Like what?

Convenience, maybe?

I don't know.

The bond we had
through the girls.

You can just fall out of love
with someone though.

True.

Without even knowing it,
you know?

Are you still in love
with Danielle?

I suppose I am, yeah.

What is it?

Nothing.

- Yvonne...
- Then why are you doing this?

Why are you here with me?

Because unfortunately...

- Hey.
- What?

Look at me.

Because unfortunately,

what I feel for you
is far stronger.

Then what are we still doing
in this fucking hotel room?

Yvonne...

- Just leave it.
- I don't wanna leave it.

Will you fucking talk to me,
for fuck sake?

I'm sorry.

For what?

All along I promised myself
I wouldn't let it...

But it's just sort of happened
without my noticing.

What has?

Yvonne...

How badly I've fucking
fallen for you, Jim.

And I don't wanna give you
an ultimatum.

I don't, so please don't think
that's what I'm doing,

but I just can't continue
like this. I'm...

It's become
too fucking painful for me.

So what do you wanna do?

- I don't know.
- Do you wanna end it?

- Do you?
- No.

Me neither.

You've no fucking idea how badly
I want to be with you.

But not like this.

I can't anymore.

Uh... so what are you saying?

Are you saying
that you'd walk out on Chris?

Yes.

- If you wanted me to, I would.
- Yvonne...

If you were prepared
to do the same.

Jesus.

You're really putting me
on the spot here, you know that?

I know.

I'm sorry.

The last thing I ever wanted to
do was put you on the spot.

Hey.

Hey.

I didn't expect to get you.

Right.

I couldn't sleep.

No, neither could I.

All right.

All right what?

I am prepared to do the same.

- Jim...
- What?

Don't say it
if you don't mean it.

Seriously. I'd rather
end it now than...

I don't wanna end it now.

I don't wanna end it ever.

- Are you sure? Because...
- Yes.

Well, neither do I.

Okay.

So are we still gonna
see each other on Thursday?

- Of course.
- And we'll just...

We'll have a proper,
more, you know,

practical conversation
about all this,

Okay.

I love you.

I love you too.

See you Thursday.

Hello?

- Mr. Ryan?
- Uh, yes.

This is Ms. Hynes,
Alannah's teacher.

I'm so sorry.
I was at a meeting in town.

- That's all right.
- The thing ran on.

I just forgot
to check the time.

- You okay?
- Uh-huh.

Thanks so much for looking
after them, Ms. Hynes,

I promise this will
never happen again.

I'm sure it won't.

Enjoy the rest of your day,
kids.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Thanks.

I look forward to your message.
To end, just hang up.

Hey. Uh, me again.

Just checking to see
if everything's okay?

It'd be great
to hear from you,

even if it's just, you know,
a text or whatever.

All right. Bye.

- Are you listening?
- Yeah.

And Stephanie says,
"Would Adam like to come?

- Who's Adam?
- Breda's husband.

And Breda says,
"I see him enough at home.

Do you really think I want
to socialize with him too?"

Completely serious-like.

Cheers.

She says they haven't had sex
in seven years.

Seven? Jesus.

I know.

Which kind of got me thinking.

What's this?

I haven't a clue.

It's kinda got you
thinking what?

Well, we could probably do
with keeping a bit of an eye

on our own
relationship lately.

What do you mean?

Well, do you know when we were
last out on a date, for example?

When?

That play we saw.

- Really?
- Yeah,

I mean, that was a couple
of months ago now.

Do you know when we
last had sex?

- Um...
- No?

It was that same night.

Okay.

And does that
not bother you?

Yeah,

I haven't seen you,
you know...

instigate anything either.

And I accept that.
God, I'm not blaming you, Jim.

We've both so busy lately,
it's hardly surprising.

I'm just... you know?

I'm just saying,
the flames of our marriage

could do with
a bit of fanning lately.

That's all.

A bit of fanning?

Yeah.

What do you propose?

What the fuck?

And he said to apologize,
but he just...

- For not coming up?
- Yeah.

Oh, God, there's no need,
Yvonne.

He's just so many people
to tell himself, you know?

And is there anything
we can do?

At all?

I mean, God, you hear about
this kind of thing, but...

- Don't you?
- Hmm.

But then it happens and...

I don't know what to say,
Yvonne.

And will I...

What?

Will I get to see you?

Jim...

No?

I can't even
think about this anymore.

I know.

- He needs me.
- Right.

- The girls...
- I know. I know.

They need me.

And so this is it.

This is where it has to end.

And what about after?

After what?

Jim...

- I'm sorry.
- Jim...

I know. I'm sorry.

I have to go.

Okay.

I'll see you.

I'll see you.

- Ten out of ten.
- Uh-huh.

Aw. It's beautiful, darling.

- I didn't win though.
- What?

Joseph Carney got first.

- And did he get ten out of ten?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, that's not fair.

She should have let you
share first place.

Maybe she was annoyed at you
'cause of having to mind us.

When did she have to mind you?

The other day
when Dad was late.

Picking you up?

Yeah, I don't know
what the hell happened.

How late were you?

- About an hour.
- Ah, Jim.

I know, I just... I laid down
inside for 15 minutes,

just to rest my eyes, like,
and when I opened them.

That's not what you told
Ms. Hynes, Dad.

- What?
- You told her you were in town.

- No, I didn't.
- At a meeting. You did.

Oh, no, you're right.
That's right.

That's because I was
kind of embarrassed

about having had a nap
in the first place.

Why would you be embarrassed?

I don't know.
In case she thought I was lazy.

- That's silly.
- So you lied.

Well, it was a white one
though, wasn't it?

- Still.
- I know, but...

- Still, Dad.
- I know, I know. I know.

Ready?

Dad?

Mam wants you.

What's up?

What's your code?

What code?

To your phone.

Why do you wanna know?

'Cause I need to
make sure of something.

What?

That you're not up to something
I think you might be.

Like what?

Something like what?

Like cheating on me.

- Cheating on you?
- Mm-hmm.

What the hell are you
talking about?

Are you?

Of course not.
What the fuck?

So what's the code then?

- I'm not gonna tell you.
- Why not?

Because it's private and because
what you're saying is nonsense.

You really aren't allaying
my suspicions, Jim,

do you know that?

Why the hell do you think
I'm cheating on you?

- I just do.
- You just do?

That's right.

Well, I'm not, Danielle.

So what's in the phone
you don't want me to see then?

Nothing.

So why won't you give me
the fucking code then?

Why won't you give to me?

The fuck are you up to, Jim?

- I was.
- Huh?

I was seeing someone,
but I'm not anymore.

This isn't fucking happening.

Who is she?

- Was she.
- Huh?

- I told you, I'm not seeing...
- Jesus, who was she then?

A girl who works with
a friend of Gary Mulhern.

You wouldn't know her.

A younger girl?

A younger girl.

You pathetic fuck!

You're a fucking cliché,
do you know that?

Jesus Christ.

And how long were you
seeing her for?

- Actually, no.
- A few weeks.

You know what?
I don't wanna know.

I want you to just
get what you need and to go.

- Danielle...
- Now, please!

Where am I supposed to go?

What the fuck do I care?
To her!

- To her?
- To hell!

Who gives a fuck,
as long as it's out of here!

As long as I don't have to...

to fucking look at you!

This is when they
contradicted him. Okay.

There was the briefest moment of
panic in his face, and I just...

- My heart stopped beating.
- 'Cause you knew.

'Cause I fucking knew,
you know?

Wow.

And you're actually gonna
go through with it?

Yeah, well...
What do you mean?

Well, you're not just,
I don't know, punishing him.

No. God, no.

It's over, Yvonne. I mean...

Do you need to get that?

Oh.

- No, it's fine, go on.
- We're finished.

Okay.

I think even
he understands that now.

And who was she?

I don't know. Some woman that
works with a friend of his.

- A younger model, of course.
- Oh, no.

So fucking predictable.

- How much younger?
- I didn't ask.

- Really?
- No.

Well, the fact of it
hurts enough

without having to know
those fucking details.

- How firm were her breasts.
- Right.

What kind of contortions
was she capable of.

Fuck that.

I'm past it, Yvonne.

Why? Would you?

- Want to know?
- Yeah.

No, probably not.

What?

We're both gonna be alone.

- Oh, God, I'm sorry, Yvonne.
- What?

As if my problems are anything
compared to yours.

- Stop.
- No, but it's true.

How is he?

He's coping.

And how are you doing?

Yeah, for the moment,
I am too.

I mean, at this point,
it's just about

squeezing the last few drops out
of the little time we've left.

You wanna say hello?

Okay.

Here, try that wee one.

Is it going in?

- Hi.
- Hey. How are you?

- Okay. How are you?
- Yeah, good, thanks.

- We'll see.
- That's good.

Just doing a bit of gardening.

Hey, girls, how are you doing?

Hey, um...

I just wanna say
I hope Chris is doing okay.

I mean, given the...

Anyway, I know I'm being
a bit, um, persistent,

but I'd love to talk at some
point, if you get a minute.

I can meet you anywhere
for however long

at whatever time.

I miss you.

You know Karen.
She'd be going on about,

"Did I make the right decision
not having kids?"

With having had the girls
this last few weeks,

I'd say she feels... not that
they haven't been well-behaved...

but that she probably
made the right decision.

Hmm.

She doesn't know
what she's missing, does she?

Did you ever cheat on me, Chris?

What?

Did you?

I kissed someone once.

Who?

Laura McCabe.

That time you were
in Birmingham?

Yeah.

Okay.

I almost went to her room
with her too.

But you didn't.

No.

Why not?

Came to my senses.

I'm sorry, Yvonne.

That's okay.

It's not.

I even bought fucking condoms
in the toilets.

- Will you forgive me?
- What about other times?

There were none.

Will you forgive me?

Yes.

Thank you.

I'm glad you asked.

- You're glad?
- Yeah.

Why?

I suppose it matters,
all of a sudden,

how you remember me.

Not that you'll
think well of me.

You'll think what you want,
I suppose,

but that you have no...

questions about to who I was.

Uh-huh.

Or what I thought or felt.

Okay.

Deep down.

It's weird, you know.
I don't fell bitter at all.

What do you mean?

About this.

There are people...
Jesus...

children who don't
even get to grow up.

Kids I went to school with

who never made it
out of their teens.

You know, why did I deserve
more life than them?

I didn't.

I don't.

And these last however many
years with you, Yvonne,

and the girls...

this whole adventure we've had,
I fuck...

I really loved it all,
you know?

So, no, I don't feel cheated

because I really believe
I've had a generous share.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Yes.

Of life, like.

A generous share.

And more.

Don't cry.

I can't help it.

- Give it to me.
- In a minute.

- Now!
- I'm using it.

- I don't care.
- Mam.

- Give me it.
- Mam!

Will you give her
the bloody thing?

Here.

No, go on.
Just hurry up.

Hey.

Hey.

Long time no see.

Jim...

Can I talk to you
just for a minute?

You'll have to do it here.
The girls are inside.

Okay. I'm sorry about
the phone calls, I am.

I just... There's something
I need to know.

What?

That you're gonna
come back to me.

Do you any idea
what I'm going through, Jim?

- I do.
- You don't.

I'm barely holding on
to my sanity,

- and you're demanding to know...
- I am.

If you're gonna be with me
after he's gone.

- After he's gone?
- Yes!

Do you have any idea how fucking
insensitive you're being?

- Yvonne...
- How selfish?

- I love you.
- Right.

I do, and...
What the hell does that mean?

- What does what mean?
- "Right".

- It means "I see."
- You see?

That's right!

You say that as if
it's something you didn't know.

Let me ask you something.

That first time
we slept together,

did you know
my husband was dying?

What? No.

You did, Jim!

What the fu...
You seduced me, Yvonne.

You're the one
who came on to me.

Out of... Yes, yes!
Out of loneliness!

Confusion about my husband,
about his behavior,

which would have been
less confusing

had I have known
what you knew.

- I promised him.
- What?

I promised
I wouldn't tell you.

You didn't have to fuck me.

You didn't have
to beg me to fuck you.

Mam?

- Yes?
- Can we watch TV?

Clean up your
drawing stuff first.

Did you never think about
what'd happen once I found out?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

No, I didn't!

- What did you think about?
- You!

- Me.
- Yes!

And of how fucking amazing
it was to be with you.

Jim, it's a terrible thing
you did.

Do you even realize that?

And what about you, huh?

- You told me you loved me.
- Yes.

- You wanted us to be together.
- Yes, I did.

To destroy our fucking families.
Does he know that?

- Mam, Isabelle's making me...
- Does Chris know that?

Go inside, love.

Please go away and
leave us alone, will you, Jim?

- My children's father...
- Mam!

- This is my family, Jim.
- I wanted to be...

Are you deaf?

Are you deaf?

- Mam, who is it?
- Go inside!

Please go away and
leave us alone. Please!

You got me fired from my job,
you know that?

Oh, Jesus.

Jesus, yeah.

Listen, last thing I wanna do
is have a fight, do you mind?

What can I get you?

Two gin and slimline tonics and
a vodka and Diet Coke, please.

You got yourself fucking fired.

Look, we're back
to the same fucking thing.

I accept that
it wasn't your fault.

- You accept it, do you?
- Yeah.

- Why did you say it was?
- I didn't.

All I did was point out that
the fucking chips never came.

Why is that my responsibility?

- It's not.
- Exactly.

But you have
other responsibilities.

- Like what?
- Being polite to customers.

I mean, how long
were you there for?

- In the job?
- Yeah.

- A year.
- You lasted that fucking long?

- Fuck you.
- Something you need to learn:

The customer is always right.

Is that right?
Even when he's an asshole?

Orla, are you coming or what?

Hang on a minute.
Even when he's an asshole?

You saying I'm an asshole?

- Yeah.
- Orla.

You know what? I'm gonna
hang on another while.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I'll give you a shout tomorrow,
all right?

- Okay.
- Yes, you're an asshole-

- See you tomorrow.
- See you.

Complaining to
the manager over a little...

- the smallest disagreement.
- The what?

Jesus, you just don't
talk to people that way.

All right.
Lighten up, for God's sake.

Lighten up?
See, this is the fucking...

Don't say "lighten up" as if
I'm the one with the problem.

- But you are though.
- No. You fucking are.

All right, look,
will we leave it?

- Huh?
- We leave it.

If I go now,
I can catch up with my friends.

Or we have another drink.

Well, I'm happy to have
another drink,

if only to convince you that
being contrary isn't being rude

and fucking abrasive isn't...

I'm not always rude
and abrasive.

- No?
- No.

Or contrary.

Well, I fucking hope not.

What is it, same again?

- Hey.
- Hey.

How are ya?

Shit.

I'm sorry I haven't been in.

That's okay.

It was awkward,

what with what happened
with me and Yvonne

or between us.

Don't worry about it.

I'm sorry I told her
you knew I was sick.

That's all right.

It just kind of came out
before I knew

what the hell I was saying,
you know?

What's wrong?

I'm ashamed of myself.

Don't be stupid,
will you not?

When two people fall in love,
there isn't very much

either of them can do about it,
really, is there?

No.

And you are in love,
aren't you?

Yeah. I know I am.

Now she is too.

How do you know?

She told me.

- She told you?
- Yeah.

In fact, she even went as far as
to ask my permission.

As if I'll have any say
in anything when I'm gone.

Permission to what?

To be with you.

And did you give it?

Of course I did.

I want her to be happy.

Although there is one thing
I need to tell you.

Okay.

About Yvonne?

No, about you.

That your phone?

- Hello?
- Hi.

Just ringing to tell you
that Chris died last night.

- Are you there?
- Yeah, yeah.

Don't know
when the funeral is yet,

but I'll send you a text
when I do.

Okay.

Are you all right?

What is it?

A guy I know died.

Was he a friend of yours?

- I have to go.
- Okay.

We had a good time,
didn't we?

Yeah.

Well, I did.

Yeah, no, so did I.

So do you wanna
get together again maybe?

Yeah, I don't know.

You don't know?

I, um...

Was what we did not just like
a one-night thing?

Oh, is that what it was?

- Well, it...
- No, that's fine.

That's fine.
I'll see you around.

Don't be like that.
Listen...

Fuck off, will you?

Go on.

- Fair enough.
- Fucking asshole.

It was nice having
your miserable,

pathetic fucking excuse

for a miserable fucking cock
inside me!

And he always cared
how other people were.

I mean, you know that.

I mean, even as kids,
I remember

because you'd expect the case
to be the reverse,

particularly with kids,
but no.

I remember one time
our cousins came over,

- Patsy and Pudge.
- Okay.

And Patsy was really upset...

How are you? My God.

Good. It's so nice
to see you.

This is Robert.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

- So, you and Jim...
- That's right.

- I see.
- That's okay.

Just one of those things
we have to explain to people

every once in a while.

You know me and Lisa broke up.

Oh, that's right.

That was a while ago now
though, wasn't it?

Still, though...

- Isabelle.
- Yeah?

- Be careful.
- Okay.

And watch your sister.
Where is she?

Sophie...

Be careful.

Okay!

Sorry, Joan.

We just kind of knew each other
just from around the building.

We'd not talked, really, but...

So it was more a mutual
admiration type of thing.

Not exactly, but I can't deny
I found him handsome.

- And what about you, Robert?
- What?

- You think she was gorgeous?
- Martina.

Well, you are bloody gorgeous,
Danielle.

Did you?

You don't want to move on,
of course,

but what the hell choice
do you have, you know?

And then one day, you're like,

"What the fuck
was all the anger about?"

You know, the fucking rage
or whatever.

Dad, can we talk to you
for a minute?

- Yeah.
- Outside?

Sit here.

Okay.

Okay. We have a problem.

Uh-huh.

Mam has a boyfriend.

- Right. Robert.
- Right.

Is he nice?

Well, that's the problem,
you see.

- He isn't?
- He is.

He is, and we like him
an awful lot,

but that kind of makes us sad.

Doesn't it?

Because you're our dad,
you see,

and it feels like,
if he's your enemy,

then it's like
we're betraying you.

But he's not my enemy.

No?

Does he make your mam happy?

Yes.

And you like him.

- He's so kind.
- And funny.

And funny.

Well, then that makes me happy.

Are you sure?

Because you kind of look like
you're gonna cry.

I thought of poor Chris,
suddenly.

That's all.

- Bye, Dad.
- Bye, son.

- Bye, Dad.
- Bye, love.

- I remember when Mam was dying.
- Right.

She was talking about
the things we did as kids

that meant the most to her,

and she said
the mornings he'd wake her

by blowing softly
on her eyelids.

I mean, he was only two
or three at the time,

but she said to be woken
in such a lovely, gentle way...

That's okay.

And to see his little face
smiling down at her, she just...

- That's okay.
- She...

Fucking prick!

Jim! Jim!

I love you
more than anything.

Telly!

All I want is for you
to be happy, love.

- Shurrup, telly.
- No, you don't.

- Why don't I?
- 'Cause you're a wanker.

- I know I am.
- Telly!

I know,
but I won't be again.

I promise you here and now.
Do you hear me?

Telly, will you shurrup?

You shut the fuck up,
stupid fucking bitch!

It can't hear you!

The telly
can't fucking hear you!

My fucking rib is broken,
I know it.

Look at my face,
for fuck's sake.

- Well, you deserve it.
- I know I do.

That's what I'm saying.
When we get ourselves fixed up,

we'll go home and we'll just be
good to each other, yeah?

- 'Cause I love you.
- Ah, telly.

Shut the fuck up,
I told you!

Jesus Christ!

Girls, come on,
it's time to get moving now.

And she says that blond hair's
better than black

and that red hair
is the worst.

- But Stephanie said...
- It is the worst.

- No, it's not.
- No, it's not

because Stephanie said that
because it's the rarest...

- Love you, Mam.
- Love you, Mam.

Love you, girls!

Thanks!

Thanks, Patricia!

My God, that's some weather.
You okay?

Do I hear a click?

Do I hear a second click?

Can we see Jaws?

Do I hear a second click?

- So is it a date?
- Hmm?

That you're going on.

None of your business.

No. It's just an old friend
I'm having a bite to eat with.

Do you like him?

Do I like him?

- Yeah.
- Why do you ask?

'Cause you're blushing.

Am I blushing?

Sarah, you have way more
interest in my social life

than I think is appropriate.

Can I get you
some water to start?

Yeah, and a glass of whatever
the house red is would be great.

Hi.

Hi.

- And where do you live now?
- Rathmines.

Right.

- You?
- Killester.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

We've only there a few weeks,
so, you know,

there's still a lot of
unpacking, etcetera.

- Right.
- There's settling in to be done.

And are you still in...
What is it?

Brophy's. I am.

Though I'm back
to full-time now.

The necessity of being
a single parent.

At least you don't have as far
to commute anymore.

That's true. Well, that's mainly
the reason we moved out there.

- How are the girls?
- They're well.

They're well.
They miss their dad.

Right.

How about your guys?
Or shouldn't I ask?

It's fine. They're fine.

I get to see them every
second weekend, which is...

better than not at all,
I suppose.

Danielle and I
remain polite to each other,

for their sake.

And is she still with that guy?

- You don't ever see her?
- Not really, no.

Robert.

She is. He's okay.

They're in Blackrock.
Really big house out there,

so she didn't do too badly
for herself.

Not that that kind of stuff
was ever important to her

in any case, but still...

Go there to pick up the kids.
I feel like a tramp.

- Do you?
- Sometimes, yeah, a little bit.

But I can't say he isn't...
he isn't crazy about them.

I sometimes kind of think
she knows it was me.

- Danielle?
- Mm-hmm.

- Really?
- Or suspects.

I don't know.

She just...

I felt she really withdrew
from me after the funeral.

- Right.
- Like consciously, you know?

She never said anything
to you, did she?

No, well,
that particular subject

wouldn't come up
in any case, you know?

Are you seeing anyone
these days?

No.

Well, actually, I went out
with a guy quite recently.

Right.

Though when I say
"went out with,"

I mean like two or three dates.

Why? What happened?

Was he an asshole?

You understand why I had to do
what I had to do, Jim.

What do you mean?

Regarding Chris.

Oh, of course.

Oh, Yvonne,
don't ever think that I...

Yes, I mean,
what else could you do?

I know at the time,
I was... what was I...

- childish about it.
- You weren't childish.

Or selfish about it.
I was, Yvonne.

But no. No, you did
the right thing.

Please don't ever think
that I don't think that.

Okay.

- Oh.
- The risotto.

That's me. Thank you.

- And the monkfish.
- Thank you.

Enjoy.

Because, see, what happened
with this guy was...

- the one I was seeing.
- Right.

Was... It's stupid, but...

I couldn't get it out of my head
that if I slept with him,

I'd be cheating on you.

I see.

Is that crazy?

I don't know.

To feel I'd be doing that?

It probably is.

I bet it is, but...

I just couldn't do it.

Because my feelings for you
I realized hadn't lessened.

- You know what I mean?
- Yvonne...

No, hang on a minute.

At all.

They'd just been sort of,
I don't know,

put aside, I suppose.

But if you wanted...

If you wanted,
we could start again,

and it could be something
we wouldn't have to feel

compromised by or guilty about
anymore or mistrust

because it isn't built on
something real or, you know,

or honest.

Right.

Or fair.

'Cause it'd be only us.

'Cause there'd be no Danielle
or Chris 'cause... Right?

'Cause it'd be only us.

And it could be right now.

Jim...

Yeah.

It could be right now.

Go away.

I...

Go away, go away.

Did you fuck her?

- What?
- Did you fuck her?

- No, I didn't fuck her. Jesus!
- Are you going to?

- No.
- Yeah, right.

- Orla...
- Yeah, right

First fucking chance you get,
you'll be in her knickers.

- No, I won't. Listen...
- Yes, you will.

Get the fuck away from me,
you scumbag!

You knacker!
I fucking hate you!

And what was it like?

- The place itself?
- Mm.

I don't know. It was nice.

Was it posh?

It was fine.

Sure we'll go there ourselves
some night, if you want.

Yeah, I'd love that, actually.

And you didn't
feel anything for her?

No.

Are you sure?

- Orla.
- Sorry.

I am sure.

So what did you feel?

I just felt...

that was then, you know?

And this is now.

Yeah.

I'm sorry about
the way I acted.

That's okay.

- Get up and dance with me.
- What?

Come on.

Fuck that.
I hate this song.

You hate it?

I think it's a brilliant song.

All right, we'll pick
another one. How about that?

What about this one?

- What.
- Do you like it?

- It's all right.
- Well, come on, then.

Tell me something nice.

Like what?

I don't know.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

I love you.

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