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(Motorbike skidding and crashing)

(Groaning)

(Samira) 'How do you know all of this?' (Holly) 'I asked Gary.'

(Samira) Gary?

So, none of this has come from Robert, then?

(Kelly) You've never even talked to him, have you?

No.

But, like, Gary said he's, like, proper fucked up his arm,

like, ripped the skin right off.

Urgh! Holly, I don't wanna know.

I'd love it if my boyfriend tried to kill himself because I died.

But he didn't kill himself, did he?

He's back here, stacking shelves on minimum wage.

All right, but...

imagine being fucked by someone that intense.

Has anyone ever told you you're a really weird little girl?

(Kelly) Anyway don't kid yourself. You don't wanna fuck him.

You wanna be the one that IDs the body when he finally gets it right.

Nah, she wants to save him.

Don't you?

You won't be able to fix him, Holly.

(Kelly) If she ever speaks to him, that is.

(David) 'You've been like my angel.

'Everything with Mum and Dad and crap and all that shit with Steve.'

I dunno, I just don't think...

Look it's not been working for a while, has it?

I'm sorry about the bear. I just wanted to... you know.

- Can we be friends? - Oh.

Yeah, that would be cool.

Of course we can be friends.

So you're not...

You're OK?

Yeah.

I just think I'm a bit...

A bit dark for you.

Dark?

I mean... I mean...

You're a bit vanilla.

What?

I mean, you're just so nice.

Um, not that that's...

I mean, it's great. You're a lovely person and...

Fuck off, David. You know nothing about me.

(Gary) Woah, woah, woah! Easy!

You OK?

Samira, get a mop and clean this up, yeah?

(Holly) Let me have a look.

I'm a paramedic.

I'm a paramedic...

trainee.

I'm a student when I'm not here at the supermarket.

Can I?

I heard you came off your bike?

I'm gonna sell it.

I thought it'd be better in the open air.

At least you're not in a box.

You know you should have kept this moist? It might scar now.

I know.

They told me.

What are you listening to?

What are you listening to?

(♪ SPECIAL NEEDS: "Motorbiking")

♪ My friend was dead

♪ He lay in a bed

♪ His sister put flowers beside his head

♪ His mother, she cried

♪ And cried and cried

♪ Then the doctor came and waved a magic wand

♪ And he was alive again

♪ He was alive again

♪ He was alive again

♪ My friend's alive again... ♪

What do you think?

- You don't like it, do you? - Yeah, I do.

No, you don't.

Orange?

That's a pomegranate.

Whatever, it's free.

(Phone pings)

What made you talk to me?

No one else in that place does.

They just stare at me and treat me like I'm gonna kill myself.

Well, you do a pretty good impression.

(Horn blares)

Come on!

It's the short cut!

Cinema's over there!

(Rob) 'You're too good for me and I don't want to hurt you.'

(Holly) 'You're not going to.'

Now...

the eagle-eyed amongst you will notice I'm wearing a funny costume today.

But the thing is, that's out of respect for the uniform.

You don't go shopping in it.

You don't go down to the pub in it, even if you think you might pull in it.

It's not just a uniform for me. It tells the whole world who I am.

Even though we're all here today and none of us are wearing green,

don't forget,

you are different from the others here.

You're not a media student. You're not a sports science student.

You're training to be a paramedic.

Training doesn't begin when you put on the uniform.

It starts up here.

(Tutor) 'Three Ds.

'Discipline.

'You're not just wearing the uniform to look good.

'Determination,

'to live up to what the uniform means.

'And finally and most importantly of all...

'distance.

'When you put on that uniform, it sets you apart from others.

'But it doesn't make you superhuman.

'Some people you will not save.'

(♪ PEARL AND THE BEARD: "You")

Oh, shit!

Rob, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

You're so sweet.

Oh, my god!

Now fuck me.

(Holly) Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck, yeah.

Oh, fuck. Yeah, grab my feet.

Oh, my god, that's amazing.

I'm not holding your feet.

Oh, god, not again.

What the...

Where...

Rob!

Are you there?

What's going on?

Nina?

Rob!

It is you.

(Holly) Rob.

What is happening?

Who's this?

You're dead.

You're... you're dead.

Who the fuck is this girl?

Rob, who is this?

Come on, Rob. Introduce us.

Nina,

this is Holly, who...

works in the supermarket with me.

Holly, this...

This is Nina.

- My... - Girlfriend.

...dead...

Girlfriend.

This isn't...

This isn't happening!

How could you, Rob?

Rob,

she isn't real.

She... isn't!

(Nina) How old is she?

Oh, you can't...

You're dead!

(Nina) Sure, but I've kept my standards.

I mean...

supermarket?

(Rob) Holly, just go. You can...

This... This is my...

You should just go. You can't... You should just leave me.

(Holly) This has to be a dream.

Oh, fuck!

It can't be real.

I can't believe this.

You're my boyfriend's dead ex-girlfriend.

You think I'm his ex ex? I'm not.

And don't even think about calling me his late ex-girlfriend,

because that gives completely the wrong impression.

I'm not an ex.

You're dead!

That doesn't mean we're on a break, though.

Get the fuck out of my bedroom.

(Nina) You have to help me, my love.

(Rob) I can't, I can't, I can't. Please.

(Nina) I think I remember six or seven seconds.

Rob...

My mouth filled with my own blood, and then no change.

- Rob. - Just the mortuary slab,

with you and Dad bonding over my naked body.

I don't want this.

(Nina) And then the funeral.

Then you...

and her.

I don't want this.

Rob, just move.

Kiss me, Rob.

Kiss me, beautiful.

Kissing you isn't how it used to be.

Ow!

- Holly! - Ow, fuck!

Fuck's sake!

Wait here for a minute.

Holly?

Holly, wait.

Fuck.

(Tutor's words are muffled)

(Phone buzzes)

Oh, you'll check your phone whilst giving mouth-to-mouth, will you?

Hello? Yeah, er...

Oh, we lost him. Shame, I know.

But I did get a text from my boyfriend.

Oh, sorry, I don't mean boyfriend. I mean supermarket fuck buddy.

Keep pumping the chest. You don't wanna lose him.

- The doll I mean, not the... - Fuck off, Josh.

(Muffled music and chatter)

You all right?

Look like you've seen a ghost.

How are things going with your sexy suicidal guy?

Has he mentioned her yet? His dead girlfriend.

It came up, yeah.

(♪ ADAM FAITH: "What Now")

♪ What now, now that you've gone and left me

♪ What now, now that I'm sad and lonely

♪ No arms to hold me tightly

♪ No touch to touch me lightly

♪ Uh-oh, what shall I do, what now now-now-now now-now

♪ What now, what if they ask about you

♪ What now, where can I go without you

♪ Too scared to go out walking

♪ I know I'll hear them talking

♪ Uh-oh, what shall I do, what now now-now-now now-now

♪ My poor heart has gone to pieces since you're not around

♪ What am I supposed to do with all the things we found

♪ Uh-oh

♪ What now, what if I never find you

♪ I've got something you left behind you

♪ One heart that's truly broken

♪ All the words that we have spoken

♪ Uh-oh, what shall I do, what now now-now-now now-now

♪ My poor heart has gone to pieces since you're not around

♪ What am I supposed to do with all the little things we found

♪ Oh, what now, what if I never find you

♪ I've got something you left behind you

♪ One heart that's truly broken and all the words that we've spoken

♪ Uh-oh, what shall I do, what now now-now-now now-now ♪

I don't quite know how to say this, so...

I'm just gonna go ahead and say it.

Have you met someone?

Sorry.

That sounds so...

I just mean...

I mean you can.

I haven't.

But you can.

You... you... You should know that...

you can move on, if you want to.

It's OK.

We all need to move on.

God, the bulbs are out. Do you see?

First sign of spring!

Yeah.

Spring would be nice.

(Mr Elliot) 'Is Rob here yet?'

(Mrs Elliot) Yes. He's in the front room. He's...

- I think he's come off his bike again. - Oh, God. Is he still doing that?

- Don't mention it! - Of course I won't.

Hey, Rob!

Good to see you.

How's things?

Yeah, you know...

Yeah.

Yep.

Drink before the performance! I've certainly earned it.

- Have you been writing? - Well, I call it that.

Did you get to read that chapter I sent you?

(Mrs Elliot) That's how Martin Amis does it,

gets all his feedback from reluctant dinner guests.

(Mr Elliot) Rob's not reluctant, is he?

- Why does he come here every week? - Not to read your book.

- You don't mind, do you, Rob? - How's he going to answer that?

(Mr Elliot) He's a free man. He can say what he wants!

When did she do the painting in the front room?

Um, it was her A-Level piece.

Very strong.

Best one there!

(Phone buzzes)

Just gonna use the loo.

(Mrs Elliot) 'Have you thought any more about starting up your studies again?'

Not sure.

Feel like my maths brain has dried up.

- All seems a bit pointless. - And working in a supermarket is...

You're sounding like a nagging grandmother, Sal.

So... how's that motorbike of yours, Rob?

Quite a mean machine you've got there.

Yeah, it's fine.

I used to have a Moto Guzzi myself once.

This is ridiculous.

Fine machine.

Come on, while we have a moment.

Shall we adjourn to the parlour?

Here.

- (Music blares out) - Ooh! Sorry. Um...

(♪ AMANDA PALMER: "Astronaut")

Cheers.

Cheers.

Do you mind?

No, of course.

Oh, you don't have to read it now!

I just really like this bit.

"Silvio Bulge pissed.

"Reaching inside himself he ejaculated piss

"in the urinal before him.

"Reaching inside himself

"he pissed in the way only men can,

"with his hands."

Do you know what I mean? That just came out!

"With his hands." You know!

I will. I'll... definitely read the rest of this.

This is all a new thing for me.

But that... That's why it's good. You know?

Scary, but, woah, exciting!

You know?

It'd be good for you to...

Oh, I mean....

Not that it has to be that PhD.

You could do anything, Rob.

Don't let her put you off.

Take care, won't you?

- I'll see you next week. - Yeah.

(Tapping at the window)

(Tapping)

(Knocking at the door)

Is she...?

Do you want her to be?

No.

I thought you'd gone.

You stopped texting.

There you go.

Jesus, you're freezing!

She'll be there.

We can cope.

What?

- Are you OK? - Yes.

OK.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

You're so warm.

Thank you, Holly.

Fuck!

(Nina) It's not gonna work.

I have tinnitus,

and these lights zig-zagging in my eyes.

(Nina laughs)

I have a shard of glass in the back of my throat.

And that's about all I can feel.

You might as well stop.

- I wanna make you happy. - Stop!

He's using you.

God, Rob, she is young.

Naked you could pass for 16.

You're not old.

No, I'm dead.

If I was just his old girlfriend

then I could see why you'd get your frothy little hopes up, but...

come on.

That first morning when I was naked in the sunshine by the window.

Pushing his hands into the sand as we fucked on the beach in Cornwall.

Like the time I went down on him on the sofa in my parents' front room

just before he met them for the first time.

These things will stay in his head precisely because I am dead.

You're an oil painting that's still wet.

Any good memories you slather out

will just get mushed in by what happens next.

I have no next.

Nina...

Holly is my girlfriend now.

I don't know how we're going to deal with this... situation,

but that's just how it is.

No it isn't. We never broke up.

- You died. We couldn't. - Did you want to?

- No! - Well, then.

- I'm breaking up with you now. - You can't.

- Why not? - Because I'm dead.

Didn't change you very much, did it?

Well, that's sort of the point.

Why do you always have to be like this when we row?

I'm not being like anything.

I'm dead.

I'm very literally not being like anything at all.

Holly is my girlfriend and you are dead

and that means that we can't be together anymore.

You can't expect me to be on my own for the rest of my life.

- You're not. - (Sighs)

This doesn't mean I'm going to forget you.

What the fuck do you think you mean by that?

You're impossible!

(Rob) I never know what you want.

(Nina) I don't want anything.

(♪ LADYBRUGS: "Body Of Love")

(Holly) 'I think that I should give her a memorial.

'I know there's her grave, but...

'she's not there, is she?'

Besides, I want to show her how I feel.

(Tattoo machine whirring)

(Rob) You know, you were right about her grave.

She's not there. She's not any place, is she?

I used to take flowers to the road where she died but...

it's just a field with a broken fence.

You know, what matters,

all that matters, is us.

You, me,

Sally and Dan.

What we carry with us.

Like when I came off my bike the first time...

I wanted a lorry to come.

I wanted to be crushed,

lose my legs or...

I wanted scars so she'd always be there.

But you're right, this is better.

She drew it on my T-shirt one night when we were out,

to wind me up.

She'd... she'd decided I'd die first.

Put a picture of me, being eaten by sharks,

put my name and a date.

So I said, "What about you?"

She said she'd never die, and wrote it underneath.

So, was it after her crash that you had it done?

Nope, that night.

Neither of us felt permanent marker was permanent enough.

Her art was all about leaving a mark, like a needle in a record.

She loved letterpress.

You know, old printing.

Seeing the indentation.

The impression stuff made always...

Are you sure you wanna hear all this shit?

Yeah.

Of course.

(Holly moaning)

Dunno why you bought white.

What the hell, Rob? You're branding them now?

It was her idea.

I know what this is about.

You're scared you'll be forgotten.

You don't want me to take your place but... I won't.

I never will.

You can go now. I'm honouring you.

Jesus wept.

You're a very silly little girl,

aren't you, Holly?

This has nothing to do with me.

It's him.

Oblivion would beat this.

It would beat lying next to the heat of your heart

beating in your little living chest.

The smell of your sweet stink rising between your legs

as my boy puts his hand inside your pussy.

Nina, don't do this.

I'm just...

- I'm trying to help. I'm sorry. - No you're not.

You didn't even notice I didn't do anything this time.

You just rode him like a little toy rocking horse.

No, last time you said...

I'm not doing this to get off.

I don't want this.

I don't want.

Fine.

As far as I'm concerned, the least you could've done was leave me a book.

Right now that would be my pleasure.

You know, I'll fuck him all day and all night

and leave a fucking library for you.

You won't drive me away.

Trust me. I don't intend to drive again.

I've had a bad experience.

Rob, are you...

Are you going to say anything?

What can I say?

- I love you. - (Nina laughs)

But it's me he can't forget.

"I'm honouring you.

"You won't be forgotten."

Don't you see?

That is the problem.

And you've certainly made that one worse.

(Holly) 'Do you want her to come back?' (Rob) 'No.'

But I don't know how to make her stop.

Would you meet Nina's parents? Sally and Dan.

Um, OK, but I...

- How's that gonna... - I need you to.

You know, to show them I'm moving on.

With you.

Perhaps she'll accept it too.

So what the hell was that, Rob?

(Sally) 'I forgot to ask. Is there anything you don't eat, Holly?

We're having a roast.

Um...

I'm a vegetarian.

Oh, um...

Well, there's potatoes.

And peas.

It's no bother. I'll, um...

'I can do you an omelette.'

I didn't think it would go like that.

Dan's writing a novel.

Oh, cool. Is that what you do?

Er...

No, it's a... It's a new thing.

Our friend the maths PhD over there helped me set up my writing den.

(Sally) And every Sunday poor old Rob has to come over

and give his opinion on the latest chapters.

Every Sunday?

Why don't I know about your PhD, Rob?

Why don't I know anything about you?

What, should I be writing equations on the fucking windows?

(Sally) Are you all right?

I'm sorry.

It's just...

It's just...

(Holly) 'What just happened?' (Sally) 'You're sitting in Nina's chair.'

Oh, my god...

What was with the mum, Rob? What was that?

- (Holly) If I can help in any way... - No, just leave him to it.

But if there's anything I can do...

It's just something we all have to live with, isn't it?

We just have to keep on living.

Don't we, Rob?

- So, Holly, what books do you like? - Er, I don't really...

Textbooks, but I mean, I don't really enjoy reading those.

Do you really have to go to university to be an ambulance driver?

A paramedic.

(Sally) So, first time away from home.

I bet your mother misses you. What are you, 20?

(Holly) Er, no, I'm 19. (Sally) Oh.

I guess Rob is your first proper boyfriend?

They need me.

Fine.

Whatever.

Holly!

Excuse me, I'm just... Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Holly!

Come on. Look, I'm sorry.

Don't ignore me.

Oh, come on, Holly. Stop being so fucking childish!

You wanna fuck your ex-girlfriend's mum!

Oh, fuck off, Holly!

Just cos I hold her hand doesn't mean I want to actually...

Look, can we talk about this somewhere else?

- Do you wanna sit here? - No, you're fine.

It just felt like I mean nothing to you.

I'm sorry.

I'm all she's got left.

And I wanted her to meet you because...

I love you.

- Do you? - Yes.

I love you.

(Rings bell)

Prove it.

God, you are dark.

Finally he realises!

- Oh, Jesus, it's fucking cold! - Shh! Someone will hear us.

I really don't fucking care!

I'm sorry. Oh, fuck, yeah.

Say goodbye to her.

Don't you think that's a bit rude?

(Rob) What the fuck?

What the fuck?

- Oh, fuck! - (Gasps)

What the fuck are you doing here?

Where else would I be?

I'm not going to apologise. We make each other happy!

You don't make happiness.

It blooms on anything you don't scrub too hard.

Nina, stop!

You don't think this is love, do you, Holly?

I mean, sure, he's made you feel useful.

Every drop of semen that has trickled down your belly

has been a splash of sunshine on his grief-stricken brow.

But basically you're Florence Nightingale

job-sharing with Linda Lovelace.

Jesus! Nina!

This is fucking ridiculous.

Nina, come on. Is this really how you want to say goodbye?

No, but neither was going through the windscreen of Triumph Spitfire.

Sometimes you don't get a choice, honey.

Besides...

you never can say goodbye.

Ever.

What are you doing here?

Don't even mention the word closure.

Face it, Holly.

You've been swaddled and carried your whole life through.

All these fucking lectures?

You know nothing.

You mean nothing.

To him, or me.

You can't even put your own trousers on.

Would you just stop!

Nina...

This is the end, Nina.

I'm saying goodbye to you now.

I'm never going to see you again.

Poor Rob.

I'm clearing everything out of the flat.

There's not going to be a single trace of you left.

I think he's going to ask you to move in with him.

Do you think you can manage that, Holly?

Living in my house.

Do you really think you can eradicate every last trace of me?

Yes.

I love you, Holly.

Yes.

After you.

You know you won't be able to see her parents any more, right?

I mean, if this is gonna work.

Yeah, no.

Yeah.

I figured.

Would a car be useful?

What do you mean?

For you.

You know, now that you're... here

rather than on campus.

Yeah, all right.

What if I sold the bike?

- Rob, you can't do that! - What?

I don't ride it. It's a waste.

I think walking is all I'm about ready for.

(♪ PEARL AND THE BEARD: "You")

♪ Yeah, oh, it's not just in your head

♪ My whole body is your home

♪ I will keep you as the world goes on and on

♪ Around us

♪ Yeah, oh, it's not just in your head

♪ My whole body is your home

♪ I will keep you as the world goes on and on around us

♪ Yeah, oh, it's not just in your head... ♪

Yup, that's where mine used to go.

Can't believe you threw all my shit away.

Well, the least you could have done was gone to Oxfam.

Yep, there too.

Well, this is weird.

Why do you think I'm still here?

OK, ignore it.

Good idea, Sugar Lump.

- You can finish reading it for me. - Fuck you, Nina.

You already tried that.

Rob is never going to see you again.

(Phone rings)

(Nina) You missed a bit.

(Rob) Hiya! Did you see the letterpress sold on eBay?

I said we'd deliver it. Could be your first trip in your new car.

Holly, what the fuck? Why is this all white?

Is that a new top?

(Sally laughs)

If I was her, I'd want you for myself for the whole weekend.

You know what I mean. You... you deserve it.

Thanks.

I don't just mean, um...

I... I couldn't get through without you.

Sorry.

(Sally sighs)

I don't mean to offload on you.

No it's... it's... it's OK.

I can't even walk out on him, can I?

I mean, I could...

walk out of here.

But it's all the other stuff, you know.

How can you take 30 years of hang-ups into a new relationship?

Wouldn't stand a chance, would he?

Oh, you won't leave us, will you?

No.

(Rob) No, of course not.

This will be good, though, won't it? We'll get to see the sea.

Drop this off to them in the morning, make a weekend of it.

Go to the beach.

We could do anything.

What are you doing?

I dropped my phone.

Come on, let's go.

Getting out of here will do us both the world of good.

(Holly) You're driving.

(Rob) Yup, sure.

All right, mate?

After all that I bet they don't want it.

"It didn't look that heavy on eBay!"

Don't mess me about, old man. I'm a motherfucking power seller.

(Rob) So, what do you want to do now? Fancy that chip shop we passed?

(Rob) Ah!

Ah! What are you doing?

- (Holly) 'Printing.' - (Rob groans)

Stay still!

(Rob) 'Oh, shit!'

So... what's happening about fish and chips, then?

(Rob) Oh!

Ah!

(Holly) Oh, my God.

Scratch me.

Hm?

Scratch me.

Make me bleed.

I... I... I don't want to.

Wuss.

Woah, woah, woah! Come on, you'll break your arm.

You are such a pussy.

Ow!

- Nina! Please stop. - Shut up, Rob.

This is what she wanted.

This is what darkness is, Holly.

Flesh trapped between metal.

Metal on bone.

Almost makes me nostalgic.

Oh, I can almost taste the petrol.

- Please! I don't want this. - Tough shit!

(Holly winces)

You won. You fixed him.

Shame you don't want him anymore.

What do you want, Nina?

Nothing.

Honey, you know it's not me bringing me back.

Even if he's not here you've let me get under your skin.

This is what you've won.

I'll always be here.

(Rob) It's not true. It's my fault. It's all my fault.

Get off!

(Nina) You should thank me.

Now is definitely the right time to end it.

You're not ready to go for someone who doesn't need fixing, Holly.

A quiet job,

pint on the weekends.

It's rushing towards you,

coming to crush you.

Oh, fuck!

Are you OK? I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

(Holly sobs)

(Nina) It's got nothing to do with you, Rob.

I can't...

I can't do this anymore.

I can't look at you without seeing her.

It's never going to work out, is it?

If you don't mind me saying,

that's a very living way of looking at the situation.

I mean, from my perspective it already hasn't...

worked out.

Right?

(♪ SPECIAL NEEDS: "Motorbiking")

♪ My friend was dead, he lay in a bed

♪ His sister put flowers beside his head

♪ His mother, she cried and cried... ♪

(Cassie) 'What's happening?

'Help.

'Help, please.

'Help.'

(Crying)

Am I hurt?

Yes.

But you're gonna be all right.

I need you to just keep talking to me.

Just keep talking to me, OK? Now, what's your name?

Cassie.

OK, Cassie, my name's Holly.

You're going to be OK.

You're going to be OK. Everything's going to be all right.

Just hold my hand, squeeze my hand.

You're gonna be all right.

'It's gonna be all right.

'Everything is gonna be all right.

'Everything's gonna be all right.'

This is amazing!

(♪ Fauré's Requiem, "Pie Jesu")

We saved someone's life tonight!

Look, take this. You're gonna freeze.

There you go.

I mean, did you see her fucking leg?

I don't know how you kept your shit together.

I don't know how I kept my shit together!

But, I mean, that's just it.

After that I'm a fundamentally changed person, you know.

From now on... everything is different.

Oh, fuck me!

Helping people is, like... the baddest drug on earth, you know.

Who's Nina?

Is she an ex? Holly are you bi?

It wasn't...

It wasn't anything.

OK.

It's... it's not a problem. I mean, I'm cool with it.

I mean...

I mean, I'm gonna stop talking.

Not on the bed. Not on the bed!

- Are you OK? - Just don't let me think.

(Dan) So then, Rob, old son, what's the celebration?

I got a job, as a data analyst.

Brilliant! Oh, well done, mate!

- It's brilliant news! - Yeah, well done.

Thanks.

Yeah, and, well...

thanks.

You know, that's... That's why...

Just... to say thanks.

I see.

I just mean that...

this isn't...

This isn't actually helping any of us, I mean.

I mean, me being...

the one person that you can both bear to be with

- isn't exactly... - No, that's... not fair.

Look, it isn't actually helping anyone, is it?

Well, that's funny,

because I'd say we've been helping you massively.

That's not what I'm saying.

You think you've been doing all of it on your own?

You think it's been easy for us, seeing you,

supporting you all through it,

helping you get back on your feet,

find a new job,

shaking you out of the lows,

all the while...

having you as a constant reminder

that our daughter is dead

and you're not?

And I do mean that.

I'm sorry,

but you can't help but think...

You can't help...

but look at kids -

I mean people your age -

and not think...

"Why are they still there and she isn't?"

Like that bloody child you paraded at us like some fucking ghost of our girl.

Well, you can do that, Rob.

You can find someone else. We can't.

So don't sit there

thinking that...

we've not been doing anything for you.

Because we bloody have.

I'm sorry.

Hold on, Josh. One sec.

What, did I do something wrong?

(♪ AMANDA PALMER: "Want it Back")

You are so kinky!

Holly, I think I...

Just fuck me.

(Holly) Please, no.

(Josh) Oh, god, Holly, you're amazing!

(Holly) Please, no.

(Josh) Are you coming? I'm gonna come!

Typical.

(Josh) Jesus Christ!

Ah!

God, I love this song!

I'm gonna love it forever now.

This is not what I want.

Join the club.

(Door slams)

(Knock at door)

Who is it?

Hi.

Hi.

You didn't answer my texts.

Holly, this is stupid. I'm...

I love you.

I'm sorry, Rob.

You know this won't work out.

That's a... I don't know why you say that.

Yes, you do.

I had to come here. I had to speak to you.

I know I didn't do everything I should have.

But I'm a different person.

Believe it or not, I'm happy now...

I'm sorry.

It wasn't you, Rob.

It was never you.

(Rob) 'Are you gonna be OK?'

Yeah.

♪ I'm letting in the sunshine

♪ It's shining everywhere

♪ I'm letting in the sunshine

♪ For both of us to share

♪ I'm opening the window

♪ For summer's in the air

♪ I'm letting in the sunshine

♪ For both of us to share

♪ Can't you see that all the dull days and grey skies are over

♪ Can't you see that we'll be living from now on in clover

♪ The lovely little sunbeams

♪ Are dancing everywhere

♪ I'm letting in the sunshine

♪ For both of us to share

♪ I'm letting in the sunshine

♪ It's shining everywhere

♪ I'm letting in the sunshine

♪ For both of us to share

♪ I'm opening the window

♪ For summer's in the air

♪ I'm letting in the sunshine

♪ For both of us to share

♪ Can't you see that all the dull days and grey skies are over

♪ Can't you see that we'll be living from now on in clover

♪ The lovely little sunbeams

♪ Are dancing everywhere

♪ I'm letting in the sunshine

♪ For both of us to share ♪