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Oh, boy. Okay.

Just stick it in me!

All right. Coming up.

Hmm.

Just get it over with.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit.

- Stick it in!
- Okay, I'm about to.

I just don't wanna hurt you.

- Just get on with it.
- Okay, fine. Fuck it.

- Ow!
- Oh, sh...

- Jesus...
- I'm sorry.

- Fuck me ragged.
- I'm sor... I'm really, really sorry.

All you're meant to do
is just stick the needle in.

- That's all you gotta do.
- I know.

I'm really sorry... I
thought that's what I did.

I'm sorry.

Fuck, you're doing brilliantly.

No, I'm not.

I'm being an absolute lunatic asshole.

I could very easily bite someone's face.

I just... I want it done.

Egg harvesting soon.

Oh, fucking joy.

No, I just... I just
meant it's a minor procedure.

Minor?

You try having a needle
shoved up your vagina.

I meant minor as in it's 20 minutes.

I... I know that you're
doing the doggy work here.

- Mm-hmm.
- All right?

And you're right.

I wouldn't wanna have a needle

shoved up my vagina.

But I promise you

it will be worth it.

Will it?

Yes.

Ugh, when are we
gonna get rid of all this stuff?

I've gotta do a charity shop run.

Then we'll have more space.

We'll always need more space.

We're like goldfish.
We grow to fit the tank.

No, you're looking at it all wrong.

How can you not see it?

I can see its head.
I can't see its wings.

No, what you're seeing as its head

is actually its head and its wings.

Twat.

I love our thing of seeing
pictures and patterns

in the damp, Ally,
and I fucking love it,

but I am wondering...

- Should we move?
- Yeah.

- Mm.
- Stop renting.

Buy somewhere bigger.

- Room to swing a cat.
- Two cats.

Take out a crippling mortgage

and spend all our savings.

Okay, fuck it.

I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Just everything.

Fuck, I can see its wings.

Yeah!

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- Knock, knock.
- Come in.

You all right, mate?

Broadstairs in 40 minutes, yeah?

- Do I need a jacket?
- Probably.

Is it okay if I put this down here

- temporarily?
- What is it?

It's a load of your old stuff.

Needs to go to the charity shop.

We've already filled up our bedroom.

Do I have to have it in here?

Can't Ava have it in her room?
At least she's got a room.

- I've only got an area.
- No, sure. Okay.

I'll just hoick it back up four
flights of stairs to Ava's room.

Okay, it's fine. Leave it there.

It won't be for long.

Just need to make some
space for other stuff.

I wish I had a proper room.

I know. One day, maybe.

What is there in Broadstairs, Dad?

Fuck all squared.

But apparently Granny and
Grandad wanna live there.

And die there, I suppose.

Oh.

Eggs...

In the fridge or out of the fridge?

- I'm an outie.
- Me too.

That's why I still have a pantry.

- Hi, Mum.
- Hello, darling.

- Hi.
- Nice to see you again, Ally.

Nice to see you too, Alex.

This is an unexpected visit.

Everything all right down below?

Mum!

Ally's going through IVF.

Oh. I'm sorry.

My youngest went through it.
It's very tough.

Yes, it is. Yeah.

Why are you here?
I mean, it's lovely to see you, but...

We're having a clear-out
of old clothes and stuff,

and I found this hanging
on the back of a door.

Oh, look. My gorgeous Hobbs jacket.

That's really lovely.

And that's a wonderful color for you.

Would you like coffee... or lunch?

Alex is cooking.

Oh, no, thanks. I better go.

We're going down to Broadstairs
today with Jim and Jackie

'cause they're thinking of
doing a council house swap.

So what are you cooking, Alex?

Ham, egg, and chips.

It's not Heston, but it does the job.

Alex makes the most incredible chips.

You're eating chips?

Of course. Why wouldn't I?

Uh, the calories, the carbs, the fat.

They are solid food, Mum.

Your mum doesn't need to worry

about that kind of nonsense.

I'll take the rest of the shopping in.

It was lovely to see you again, Ally.

Yes. And to you, Alex.

You look beautiful, Mum.

I suppose that's what
falling in love does for you.

- Oh, wow.
- I know.

Sometimes I catch him
smiling at me for no reason.

That's really nice, isn't it?

Okay. Right.

I better get going.

Are you all right, Ally?

Do you want to talk?

I do, yeah, but, you know, not now.

It's just all these injections and shit.

Just feeling a bit all over the place.

But you go and have your chips.

I'll... we'll catch up later, yeah?

What's so great
about Broadstairs, Grandad?

It's real.

Proper real people live here

doing proper real things,

speaking with proper real accents.

Whereas everyone in
London is just pretend.

- Yes, more or less.
- Right.

Our area's gone to the dogs...

The pedigree dogs.

Why are the middle
classes so discontent?

Constantly changing stuff.

There's builders
down our road every day.

Why can't people just sit
and enjoy what they have?

- Don't know.
- It's looking a lot smarter

round here than I remember.

Is that a deli there?

And a gallery.

Fuck my old boots.

Thing is, if you two do your
council house swap now...

I know, it won't be good for you

for getting free childcare
for the new baby.

No, no, not that...
well, yeah, a bit that

but not that, no.

We want you to be near us

so that we can look after you

when you become, you know, decrepit.

Yeah, but the sea air is
gonna make us healthier.

It's what people our age need.

- Yeah.
- And no stairs.

And that manuka honey
that's good for arthritis.

Or is it eyesight?

How long will they keep
that poor baby of yours

in the test tube for, Ally?

Mum, there's no baby yet.

And they don't keep
babies in test tubes.

Mum's given hormones to
make her produce lots of eggs.

Then they're put in with dad's
sperm in a sort of chamber.

Right. Who wants an ice cream?

- Bit weird, not having an upstairs.
- Right?

And where are you gonna hide the bodies

of the people you murder?

Exactly.

I like it, Jim.

This settee is lovely.

Well, they won't leave the settee, Mum.

You'll have to move too,
won't you, Paul,

what with the new arrival?

Nothing's arriving yet.

We're still on the checkout page.

It's a death trap, your place,

especially for a baby.

Well, Ava and Luke survived it,
so we'll all be fine.

Where's it gonna sleep... the baby?

In a cot when it exists,

which it doesn't yet.

Lovely new combi-boiler
they've got here.

Will they leave the boiler, Paul?

Oh, yeah. They'll leave the boiler.

That was properly great.

It was really, really good food.

Eight chips.

I got eight chips with that
fish and chips... eight.

That cod was the size of a sardine too.

Hang on; you two always leave

half your fish and chips and
say that it was too much.

Well, you want the option
to leave loads on your plate.

This used to be a very different place.

- Yeah.
- Formica tables.

Those ketchup things
shaped like tomatoes.

Wipe-clean menus they never wipe clean.

That sounds horrible.

Aye, it was.

But at least it wasn't poncey.

Nice bit of fish be good
for your bionic baby, Ally.

No, she's not pregnant yet, Mum.

She's being harvested
tomorrow and then...

- Harvested?
- Mm-hmm.

Jesus Christ.

They say I've got super sperm.

Which is... you know, it's...

- After I had you, Paul...
- Mm-hmm?

My body refused any more babies.

Flat-out refused.

Yep, it just shut up shop,

- like Woolworths.
- Right.

According to my magazine, Ally,

you could have twins

if they put enough eggs back in you.

I'm just gonna pop to the loo.

Ah.

You two, could you
give it a rest, please?

She's hormonal. You're not helping.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

You were almost a twin, Paul.

Yeah, what?

You absorbed your brother

or sister in the womb.

Absorbed?

Vanishing twin.

More common than you'd think,
apparently.

No, it's not, 'cause babies
don't absorb other babies.

They do, you know.

Well, you were young,

so you don't remember.

It's a lovely kitchen.

Crisp, clean lines. It's been designed.

Has it? Brilliant.

It's bespoke. Sleek yet practical.

Like a puma.

Indeed.

Ah. I'm so sorry.
Do you mind if I just...

- Yeah, of course.
- It's fine.

Why don't you guys carry on exploring?

Take your time.

Thanks.

As you see, these stairs are designed.

Oh, wow. But are they bespoke?

They're the bespokiest
stairs known to humankind.

Oh. Bespoke like a motherfucker.

So this is the... sex room.

Really? Is it?

Let's see the rest of
the house first, though.

Yeah. Oh.

- So in there?
- Mm-hmm.

Sex room.

Here is another... sex room, yeah,

if you ever feel the need for more.

Very sensible. What about upstairs?

- Oh, that is a home office.
- Oh.

- I'm kidding. It's a sex room.
- Yeah?

I love this place, Paul.

Yeah.

Fuck it. Let's put in an offer.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Oh, my God. We're gonna
have a house with stairs.

Fucking tons of stairs!

That tide's really coming in.

- Dad, take my phone.
- What?

I don't want it to get wet.

Okay.

- He just gave me his phone.
- Yeah.

By choice.

He surrendered his weapon.

My God.

You see what some fresh air can do?

I suppose if they do
get a place down here,

we can visit at the weekends.

Buy a beach hut, maybe.

They cost thousands.

All right, rent one, then,

or camp in Mum and Dad's garden.

What, with a new baby?

Well, people do all sorts
with a new baby:

go to festivals, shoplift.

- Whoo!
- Hey!

Nice one, mate!

You can be a kid again
on the beach, can't you?

Oh, God.

We could get a dog.

What, and leave it in the beach hut

for two weeks at a time
until we come back down?

It would starve.

And we can't have
a fucking dog at home, Paul.

- Jesus Christ.
- No, I know. It's daft.

I just feel like, you know...

Irritating.

- Infused, actually...
- All right.

- Is what I feel.
- Sorry.

There is something about the air

and the space and the light.

It's... it's different. It's hopeful.

It is. Yeah.

It's really, really nice here. It is.

For a few hours.

When are we heading back?

Sorry, could you say that again, please?

It says, "Potent as a 25-year-old."

Right, it says that on
that piece of paper, does it?

- Yes.
- Can I have a copy of that or...

At the moment, your sperm is being put

through a high-speed wash and spin cycle

to find the healthiest ones.

Yeah, it's amazing, isn't it?

Yeah, it's pretty amazing, yeah.

It will then be placed
with Ally's best eggs.

And, Ally, we'll switch you
to another medication

to prepare your uterus
lining for the implant.

Terrific.

Ah.

Kee, ugh. Thank God.

I really need to just talk
at you for two solid hours

about IVF and fucking Broadstairs

and have you nod your head
and say, "Poor you."

So I've ordered you
a martini and loads of chips.

Oh, Ally, I'm so sorry,

but I've just come
to say I can't do this.

Tony's just gone into hospital.

Oh, my God.

Oh, it's nothing too serious.

So I can stay for a really quick drink,

but then I do need to...

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. It's fine.

It's fine. You go. Go.

Your stepdad needs you.

Yeah, but my best friend needs me too.

Oh, it's fine. It'll wait.

Is there a substitute friend
you can get here instead of me

to drink martinis and nod at you?

No.

There's no replacement for you, Kee.

Well, this is unexpected.

Yeah, I just thought that we hadn't

spoken to each other for ages

apart from our boring old work.

True. It's good to talk.

That was an advert,
wasn't it, for phones?

Imagine a world where people

needed encouraging to use a phone.

I know. Mad.

These are great chips.

Triple-cooked, probably.

Triple's the least these days, isn't it?

Do you remember when people
used to cook them once?

Idiots.

Yeah.

Um, how are the girls?

Fine, in a... yeah... sense.

In what sort of sense?

Well, you know, how you took your Luke

to be diagnosed, anxiety, et cetera?

- Yeah.
- Well, I took the girls

because I was convinced they had ADHD.

But according to the psychologist,

they're just really badly behaved.

- Right.
- Mm.

Yeah.

And Karen... are you guys
on speaking terms again?

Not really.

She blames me for the girls' behavior

because they're twins
and she didn't want twins

- and I "made her go through IVF."
- Right.

It was a joint decision,
obviously.

I'm not an assertive person,

but she doesn't remember it like that.

Anyway, enough, uh, boring IVF tedium.

What do you fancy talking about?

Uh... nothing specifically.

Mm.

Yes, I did have some wine.

That's fine. I wasn't going to ask.

I don't wanna be drink Hitler.

Or any Hitler, really.

I've been researching
while you were out.

Researching what?

Possibly moving out of London.

- Paul.
- It's just a thought experiment.

- I know we've not discussed it.
- At all.

But we need space, don't we?

Yes.

Luke needs a proper bedroom.

We need a garden,
space for the new baby.

There isn't a baby yet.

And we can't afford anywhere bigger

- in London, can we?
- No, but, like...

We could sell this place for a fortune?

Live an hour out of
London in a mansion...

I mean, all right,
maybe not an hour for a mansion.

Maybe 90 minutes, but still.

I could buy a waxed jacket,

grow courgettes,
and leave all the stress behind.

Courgettes, f...

Broadstairs was nice, Ally.

It was really nice.

- The kids loved it.
- I didn't love it.

I love this house... our house.

And I love London.

Luke skimmed a stone in the sea.

You know?

He gave me his phone.

Ava wouldn't have to grow up so fast.

She wouldn't have to be street smart.

We could buy our dream home.

This is my dream home.

I don't wanna move, Paul.

I'm going to sleep.

Where's my bag?

There's your bag.

- Here's my bag.
- Hi.

- Hey.
- Why didn't you wake me?

I wanted you to rest
before the procedure.

Well, I'm taking Ava
to taekwondo, right?

- I can do it.
- No, it's fine. I will.

It's no bother. You should
probably be taking it easy.

It's fine. I will be fine.

I am just taking her to taekwondo.

I'm not doing tae kwon do.

No, I know. It's just, this pregnancy...

Potential pregnancy is special.

Like the other two,
but it feels more fragile.

You sure you don't want
me to come with you?

Yeah. It's fine.

I think I will feel calmer
on my own, less pressure.

Okay.

- Quick shower.
- All right.

Can we get takeaway tonight?

No, darling.

Mum needs proper nutritious
food at the moment:

oily fish, nuts and seeds,

all that stuff... chard.

And a rogan josh.

No, not bloody rogan josh.

_

At this very moment,

Ally's embryos and my sperm

are being placed in her uterus.

Paul, shut up.

Sorry.

Oh, we decided against
the bungalow at Broadstairs.

Oh, okay.

Turns out, it's just as poncey
down there as here.

I didn't realize.

So we're staying put.

Better the ponces you know.

Actually, we're thinking of moving.

Maybe by the sea.

Not Broadstairs necessarily,

but, uh, Brighton or somewhere
further out... Norfolk.

Norfolk?

That's in fucking Norfolk.

I thought you wanted to
be near your mum and me.

Is this what Ally wants?

Well, no.

It's not. And I understand.

I'm not convinced about
moving out of town myself.

But we need a bigger place.

And there's no harm in looking.

And maybe Ally might feel the need

for a new nest once her uterus...

Paul, shut up.

Did you know it was
a master class tonight?

No. I'd have given it
a miss if I'd known.

I pay to knacker my kids out,
not to sit around watching.

I mean, what even is this?

Oh, it's um,

- Brazilian jujitsu...
- Mm.

With an emphasis on grappling
and ground fighting, apparently.

It is very intense, isn't it?

Um, yeah.

Maybe you wanna take a
break from the male display

of rutting, and, um...

Oh.

I have never needed one more.

Yes. Shall we?

Get out there. Go on.

- Hmm?
- Oh.

Just a sec. Nature calls.

- Oh.
- I'm sorry, Paul.

- Mum, come on.
- Sorry.

You only live round the corner.

Ugh, she's hopeless.

Actually, while there's the opportunity,

I might as well.

Yeah.

Hello.

Speaking.

Right.

Oh.

No. No, I didn't know that.

Uh-huh.

Well, I'm... I'm sorry.

Is... is there...

I mean, can we rearrange?

No. Of course not.

All right. No, I understand.

Thanks very much.

Fuck me.

Mm.

So you don't wanna move house?

No, I don't want any of it.

It's like I'm on this runaway train

and I keep pressing the emergency button

and shouting but nothing is happening.

I just... I don't feel in control.

I'm not sure any of us ever
properly feel we're in control.

No one's listening to me.
That's the problem.

No one is listening to me.

I am.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

- No, it's fine.
- No, I'm s...

I shouldn't have
done that. I'm so sorry.

I'm so...

Fuck.

How fucking great is this?

Fucking great.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

This house, you...

- let's never change.
- Agreed.

This could be our outside sex room.

- Mm!
- Yeah, we could have sex

out here and no one would ever see.

Except for God. God would see.

He's seen it before.

Let us never leave here.

Except for wine and cigarettes.

Except for wine and cigarettes.

Fuck, I love you.

I love you.

Oh.

I've gotten Indian.

The clinic phoned.

You didn't show up for
your procedure today.

No.

Ally...

why have we been through all this

if you were just gonna not turn up?

Fuck me. Have you changed your mind?

We should have probably talked about it.

I kissed a man.

Who?

Kissed who?

I...

I just... I want it all to stop, Paul,

All of it: the baby,
the fucking moving house bullshit.

I just... I don't...
I don't... I can't do it.

I don't want to do it.

And you're not listening to me.

You are... you just...

You seem to want it all
a lot more than me.

And I, uh... I just... I didn't know
how to make it stop,

so I... I...

I kissed somebody.

I said who, not why.

- It doesn't matter who it was.
- Course it fucking matters.

I love you.

Do you? Right.

Right, 'cause most people in love,

they don't kiss another man
to... to... what, make a point?

- I am sorry.
- For what?

Ally, for what?

For not wanting another baby
or for kissing another man?

- For both.
- Why didn't you tell me

that this is how you felt?

I tried, but you wouldn't listen.

You were not listening to me.

Right, okay. Well, fuck me.

You have certainly got my attention now.

Fuck.

Can I smell rogan josh?

You sure can.

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