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(CAR HORN HONKING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Cab.

Shit! The cab.

GEMMA: Hmm?

KIERAN: Wait, wait! Wait, wait, wait.

I'll drive you.

GEMMA: Oh. God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

KIERAN: Where's my bag?

(GEMMA GRUNTS)

KIERAN: Don't go panicking.

GEMMA: Done it. (PANTING)

(FOOTSTEPS RUSHING DOWNSTAIRS)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

GEMMA: I've got it.

-KIERAN: Got it? -GEMMA: Yeah.

KIERAN: Okay.

-All right, well, let's go... -(CAR HOOD CLOSES)

It's boarding.

-I... -We...

Sorry, you were saying?

What were you gonna say?

I was just...

Have a good trip.

Okay.

Bye.

-AIR HOSTESS: Some champagne, sir?

-Thank you.

Madam?

What are you doing?

She's blown all her air miles,

and now she'd want us to enjoy ourselves.

What?

Gemma, what?

What have we done?

(SIGHS)

-(BIRDS CHIRPING) -(DOG BARKING)

Okay, it's working. I'm calling now.

KIERAN: Cool.

-Wait, calling who? -Ray.

What?

-Er... -To say sorry.

Sorry for what?

We should never have got on the plane.

KIERAN: Nobody did anything wrong.

We don't need to feel shame or guilt about anything, Gem.

-What are you saying? -Last night,

it was a spontaneous, beautiful, necessary thing

that we all had to do...

-Yes. -Yeah? But it was a goodbye.

(KEYPAD CLACKING)

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

(MOBILE PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(SIGHS)

(CALL DISCONNECTS)

(SIGHS)

Is that really what last night was for you?

Look, Gem. I wanna talk to her too, okay,

of course I do, but what can we say

-that won't make this messy? -How is this not messy?

We got on a plane,

we said goodbye. Let's not be cruel.

(BOTH SIGH)

(MOBILE RINGING)

-(MOBILE CONTINUES RINGING) -Okay.

Okay, let... Let's talk to her. You're right.

Gem?

What do we say?

(RINGING STOPS)

I've never felt like that before.

Like... I couldn't stop,

-it was so... -All right, Jesus,

I don't need to hear the details.

Be my friend, Moi.

-Please. -You're not gay, Wilson.

Or bi, or whatever.

I would know if you...

I love them, Moi.

MOIRA: They are your landlords.

They fucked you. They went on honeymoon.

-RAY: Yes, but... -They've rejected your calls.

They haven't answered a single message or...

They love each other.

They've been together for years.

I am the one

-who destroyed everything. -Stop... blaming yourself.

Yes, you've done a very stupid thing,

but they are fine.

They have flown first-class to see one of nature's miracles

and you're taxiing them to the airport

and feeding their fucking cat.

-It's not... -Fuck them!

It's not...

What were you hoping, that they'd take you

on honeymoon?

-Oh God, you did. -I didn't...

-I don't know what I expected. -Mate,

you are a shitshow.

I wasn't expecting them...

To... To take me,

or for... Or for them to stay. I...

Seriously, what were you hoping would happen?

Look,

all that's happened is you had a three-way.

You can tick that off the Cosmo sex quiz.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

GEMMA: Mmm.

(INAUDIBLE)

(SIREN WAILING)

Oh, merde.

MAN: You are lucky. You have been chosen.

-You have been... -(DOOR OPENS)

...selected from thousands of applicants.

So take this opportunity

to give yourself a pat on the back.

(PATS BACK)

(ALL PATTING ON THE BACK)

MAN: Now stop patting yourself on the back

because this is just the beginning,

and not all of you will make it to the end.

Ramona Wilson.

Stand, please.

Let's imagine you have a flight at 9:00 a.m.

You turn up for work at five minutes past 9:00.

Now do you think you can stand on the runway

with your thumb in the air and have them stop?

No.

I don't think that.

You are the face of the company.

You are the front line.

Part of delivering a world-class service

is delivering yourself at your best.

Punctuality.

Three strikes and you're out.

Plenty more waiting to take your place.

That is strike one, Miss Wilson.

( FREAKSHOW PLAYING)

These look really nice. What are they?

Karjalanpiirakka.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

PATRICK: This is "the most kissed face of all time."

Based on a drowning victim pulled from the River Seine,

they've been helping train lifesavers

the world over.

And we have a genuine lifesaver here to help train you.

-All right, guys. -(ALL GREETING)

So first thing you do

is check for a level of response.

Hello, can you hear me? He's unresponsive.

Have a look in the airway, it's clear.

Head back, tight hands together

and do it at about one a second,

and you continue uninterrupted.

(PUMPING ON DUMMY VICTIM'S CHEST)

(CROWS CAWING)

-(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) -(RUSTLING)

(SIGHS)

I do want to be married to you.

No, that sounded...

-It's a minefield. -Fuck's sake, Gemma.

I'm not saying you're a minefield,

-I'm saying... -We're on honeymoon

and you're moping over someone else.

I'm not moping. Jesus.

I can't tell you how shitty that feels.

Okay, yes, fine, I am. I miss her like mad.

And fuck you. You feel the same,

so don't make this about just me.

I'm just saying...

You love her too,

and I feel as jealous and confused

and sick as you do,

so can we just be fucking kind to each other?

Do you regret it?

I feel ashamed.

-Aren't you feeling... -No.

Why should I feel ashamed?

Saying she loved us was the bravest thing

I have ever seen. And we fucked her and left.

We didn't answer her phone calls.

We didn't message her.

We've ghosted her. We're basically

-the worst sort of people. -KIERAN: No!

It's not what happened, all right?

She watched us get married.

She knew we were leaving.

She upgraded our fucking seats, Gemma.

Oh, my God, Kieran, why do I have to explain to you

-that we've hurt her? -We are... We're all grown-ups.

We're all consenting adults.

I'm not talking about an unforgettable

one-night stand.

What we did meant something,

and we fucked off on honeymoon

and we didn't even answer her phone call.

I think that would entirely destroy me.

We're not bad people.

We don't get to decide that.

KIERAN: Fuck!

(SIGHS)

(WIND BLOWING)

(SNIFFS)

(SNIFFLES)

(SOBS)

MOIRA: You know I'm allergic?

(CAT MEOWS)

It won't be for long.

MOIRA: You okay?

No.

Oh, come in.

(KIERAN CLOSES DOOR)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION OUTSIDE)

GUIDE: We are leaving in one minute.

I think I'm gonna stay.

-Kier... -You go.

No, don't be silly.

I just...

Really, I have to clear my head for a bit...

GEMMA: But the Northern Lights is your thing.

-Kier. -You go.

I just need to be alone for a bit, Gem.

Go.

(VEHICLE ENGINE RUNNING)

(BALL SMACKS)

(FAST-PACED MUSIC PLAYING)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

Every one of these is awful!

I have 25 chins!

(BOTH LAUGH)

(MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES)

"Kieran Lovell, new email."

Unbelievable.

He's just...

-He's trying to... -He's covering his own arse.

I don't know.

At least you know where you stand.

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(GASPING)

(INAUDIBLE REACTIONS)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

How was it?

I was trying not to wake you.

Did you see the lights?

No.

(PURRING)

(IMITATES DOG BARKING)

(TV PLAYS INDISTINCTLY)

Er... Do this.

Got it.

Have a good day at work, dear.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

She's not answering.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Why would you do this

without consulting me?

You said we shouldn't ghost her.

I was trying to let her know that we still care...

This is worse than nothing.

This is an "it's not you, it's us"

No, it's not. (STAMMERS) I mean, it's clear

and it's calm and I'm re-stating boundaries.

Who sends an email

-to break up with someone? -We're not breaking up

with her, Gemma.

-We're not in a relationship with her!

-Yes, we are.

Of course we are. We have been for months.

We've wrecked a really special thing,

and we've lost her from our lives. Forever.

Okay.

Then let's not break up with her.

Let's be with her.

Kieran, no.

Obviously, no.

People... People do that, Gemma.

People have relationships like that, all right,

-they find a way to make it work.

-Are you wanting to risk

what we have, our marriage.

You're wanting to risk what we have

over an experiment!

Look, I know it's obviously a terrible idea,

-but I'm just saying that we should...

-Not possible!

All right, then what are we talking about then?

-What do you want me to do? -Stop trying to fix things

-and making them worse. -Fine!

I'll just leave everything shit.

Is that better?

What... How do you think it would it work?

What... How would it practically...

-What would it mean for our lives...

-I don't know,

I don't know, Gemma, okay.

But I'm just saying that we should at least...

-You want to be with her. -Oh, come on.

Don't make me be the man that's after two girlfriends,

all right?

-It's both of us. -Kieran.

I... I don't love you any less

because of her and I know you don't love me any less.

-Just say what you want!

-I want you to not hate me.

And I'm scared to death. I...

I'm scared I'm gonna lose you either way.

I can't bear the thought of losing her

or your heart breaking.

I know it's crazy.

I know it's not possible, all right.

But one of us has to say it. Because, yes...

I want to be with her.

I want us to be with her.

-(GEMMA SIGHS) -You do, too.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

They're forecasting rain tonight but we'll just wrap up warm.

I don't care about the Lights.

GEMMA: I want you to see it.

We're here to see it.

Gemma, please, can we just talk...

Kieran, just stop!

Just stop!

(SIGHS)

Let's just try and have a honeymoon.

(SCOFFS)

INSTRUCTOR: Like so...

Okay, turn around for me.

There.

Not bad.

RAY: Yes!

-TRAINEE 1: We did it. -TRAINEE 2: You look great.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

No excursion tonight, sorry.

No visibility.

-The rain is... -No. No, this is bullshit.

Gem, it's... It's fine.

We can get a bottle of wine instead.

-Try to enjoy ourselves. -We're only here to see

the Northern fucking Lights.

GUIDE: It's very disappointing.

-I'm sorry. -KIERAN: It's fine.

(GEMMA SIGHS)

Gemma!

Look, why are you so hell-bent on me see...

Gemma.

Sorry. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

RAY: Moi. How was your day?

MOIRA: That fleabag's a nightmare.

It crapped on the rug, vommed on the bed.

I had to take it to the vet.

You owe me 65 quid by the way.

And look...

I'm covered.

I've had to wash the sheets, the rug, the pillows,

there's hair on everything.

I'm so sorry. I'll help.

It's just so typical, Wilson.

You just don't give a shit about me.

-That's not true. -MOIRA: I'm invisible.

Moi, I'm...

I've been right in front of you

this whole time...

waving my arms about, "Hello, I'm here."

And you just...

You don't see me.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

-RAY: Let me help. -I've got it.

RAY: Don't be a martyr.

-Here? -(MOIRA EXHALES)

(RAY CONTINUES RUBBING)

(MOIRA SOBBING)

(MOIRA EXHALES)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(BOTH GIGGLING)

(MOANING)

MOIRA: Slow down. Slow down.

(RAY MOANING)

MOIRA: Slow, slow down.

MOIRA: Ray, stop.

-(RAY GRUNTS) -MOIRA: Stop!

What do you want, then?

Moi, I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry. -Get the fuck off me.

I don't know what that was, I'm just...

-I'm a mess. -Take all your fucking...

Take all this shit

and get the fuck out of my life!

Get out!

(SOBBING)

Go.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Is this the worst honeymoon you've ever been on?

It's not funny.

We knew we might not see it.

We've got two more chances.

-The clouds will lift tomorrow.

-MAN: Hey!

-It's got to. -MAN: How amazing

was it last night?

Wasn't it the most incredible experience

-of your life? -Yeah, sorry, we're just...

(CHUCKLES)

You saw it?

No.

Maybe, a little... A little bit.

It was faint.

MAN: (CHUCKLES) Are you kidding?

It was a full-sky miracle.

Can you leave us alone for a moment, please?

What was it like?

Was it faint or...

-They seemed to think... -It was amazing.

It was...

I don't know how to describe it, Kier.

I've never seen anything like it.

It was like magic.

It was what he said. It was a miracle.

I'm so sorry.

KIERAN: You should have told me.

You thought I'd be upset because I wasn't there to...

Well... Yeah.

You being happy makes me happy.

I don't want you to hide things from me

or stop yourself from being happy

because you think your happiness

could ever cause me pain.

You being happy makes me happy too.

GEMMA: This is the worst honeymoon

I've ever been on.

-(GEMMA GIGGLES) -KIERAN: You idiot.

GEMMA: It's so bad.

-KIERAN: The worst. -GEMMA: It's so bad.

-KIERAN: You are... -Why did you drag me here.

(GEMMA LAUGHS)

-KIERAN: Because you're... -GEMMA: Get away from me.

-KIERAN: ...a crazy woman. -(VOICES FADE)

-(KIERAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) -GEMMA: Get away from me!

(BOTH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(GEMMA MOANING)

(BOTH MOANING INTENSELY)

Weather's forecast to be good tomorrow.

Maybe we'll be lucky.

-Or... -We could go home.

(BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY)

It's almost 8:00.

They'll fine you if they catch you here.

Here.

Looks like you could use this.

Thank you.

Mmm.

(CAT MEOWS)

That's four quid.

Oh.

Right.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Keep the change.

Cheers, love.

(EXHALES)

VENDOR: There you go.

-Thank you. -VENDOR: You're welcome.

(EXHALES)

How do I look?

VENDOR: Classy.

RAY: I know I haven't been giving this my full focus.

But I do want to be here.

Frankly, this is all I have left.

I know my appearance today is not ideal.

But I was on time

-and if... Oh. -(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)

And if...

If you knew what it took to...

(MOBILE CONTINUES RINGING)

Sorry.

PATRICK: You want to take that?

No.

-(MOBILE STOPS RINGING) -Sorry.

Life happens to all of us.

The training is strict.

It has to be.

But we're a family, Ramona.

We're a team. Okay?

I'll talk to HR about your housing issue.

There might be a room in the crew digs

you can have short-term.

Thank you.

What's his name?

Excuse me?

Oh. David Bowie.

He's named after...

David Bowie.

You can leave him with Ida at Reception.

It'll make her day.

GEMMA: Ray!

-KIERAN: Hello? -Ray.

Shit.

(KIERAN SIGHS)

Hi.

Thank you.

MOIRA: I can't help you.

-GEMMA: We just need to find her.

-MOIRA: She's not here.

KIERAN: Did she tell you where she might be or...

MOIRA: You're sick, do you know that?

You're disgusting.

Leave her alone.

Let's go from the top.

Smiles.

Ladies and gentlemen,

two emergency exits can be found

at the rear of the plane,

to the left or to your...

God, no, stop. Stop. Stop.

-Where is my Sellotape? -(TRAINEES CHUCKLING)

-(SELLOTAPE RIPPING) -(CHUCKLES) Oh, no.

That'll learn you.

I don't want to see splayed digits

-or wonky thumbs. -(TRAINEES CHUCKLING)

I expect more from you, Miss Olympics.

Right,

let's go from the start again.

Ladies and gentlemen...

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

-TRAINEE: Good night. -Good night.

-(KEYS JANGLING) -(DOOR UNLOCKS)

-(DOOR CLOSES) -KIERAN: Ray.

(GASPS)

What are you doing here?

We came back early. We had to see you.

And we are sorry about...

-What do you want? -GEMMA: We love you.

We love you too.

And we should have said it earlier

and we're sorry that we didn't, because we do.

-I love you. -I love you.

He loves you. We love you.

Er...

It took us a while to work out how we feel, but...

You sent an email.

You made it pretty clear what the situation was.

-Yeah, I know... I'm an idiot.

-GEMMA: That was dumb.

-GEMMA: I tried to call. -Don't do this!

Did you really think I'll just be waiting for you

to figure out what you want?

And then... Then what?

We...

We set up... some kind of commune?

All right, Ray, just... Just tell us what can we do

-to show you. -You can listen to me.

I shouldn't have told you I had feelings.

You broke my heart!

We know we... We've fucked up.

We're sorry. We...

We love you.

We'll do whatever it takes.

I want you to leave.

(SOBS) Ray.

-GEMMA: Ray... -KIERAN: Ray,

please don't do this!

-(DOOR SLAMS) -(RAY EXHALES)

-KIERAN: Ray. -(RAY EXHALES SHARPLY)

Ray. Please.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(SNIFFLES)

(HORN HONKS)

(ENGINE RUNNING)

RAY: Wait!

He had an infection.

-He's got a week left of antibiotics.

-KIERAN: You should keep him.

He doesn't like the drops, so I've been putting them

in his wet food.

Please.

He doesn't like us, anyway.

I can't have pets where I'm staying.

GEMMA: Ray.

(SNIFFLES)

(GIFT THUDS)

RAY: (VOICEOVER) Ladies and gentlemen,

mesdames et messieurs,

please make sure your seatbelts are secured,

your tray tables are folded away,

your belongings are safely stowed

and all electronic devices are in Flight Safety Mode

as we begin our final descent.

We would like to take this moment

to thank you for flying with us.

Whether you are visiting or returning home,

bienvenue and welcome to London.

GEMMA: That's the fucking irony.

You make something worth something...

and it gets sold from under you.

We're doing what we can to fight it, but...

We will see. (SIGHS)

I should...

I haven't slept for 20 hours.

-Here, I can... -GEMMA: Oh, you don't have to...

-(GEMMA CHUCKLES) -Thanks.

Er... Er...

I think I still have my keys.

-Keep them. -Here.

-(KEYS JANGLING) -GEMMA: Yeah. You should

keep them. They're yours.

This place is your h...

I'm really sorry about the cafe.

Thank you.

-(GEMMA SIGHS) -(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

When you said I should keep the keys,

did you mean...

Are you saying...

What are you saying?

Okay.

(FOOTSTEPS FADING)

(GEMMA SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

I'm so tired.

RAY: This is such a bad idea.