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(dramatic music)

- Hey, Mom, sorry I'm late.

I forgot what cabs are like upstate.

- I'm in no rush.

Oh, fuck me, look at you.

How do you get more beautiful with age?

Is it just you? - Ruth can't fly.

- Of course, I'm only her mother.

- She's about to give birth! - Already?

I guess you'll have to do.

- So, how are you feeling?

- That feels like a leading question.

I feel ready to go.

I've been here for six weeks, alone.

- Mom.

I live in London, I have a job, I called the center,

I arranged for you to come here.

They actually said that it was better

to come see you on your way out than on your way in.

- Well, I'm sure they know best.

- So, how was it?

- How was what?

- This place, did they take care of you?

- It was fine.

- Hm, you're welcome.

- Oh, I'm sorry honey.

Did you want a thank you?

I am, I'm so, so grateful, I really, really am,

I'm just tired, yeah?

This place is a fuck of a long way from Manhattan.

I suppose you did that on purpose.

- So, how are you feeling?

- Peachy.

(upbeat music)

- I have a theory that cats are

the most successfully evolved creatures on the planet.

They do whatever they like, they go wherever they like,

I mean, even a dog you gotta put on a lead.

You ever tried to put a lead on a cat?

I have.

Tea? - Do you have coffee?

- They do whatever they like.

And then they have these human slaves who follow 'em around

and give 'em a warm bed and regular meals

and clean up their shit.

- Mike, why are you called American Mike?

- There were two Michaels in my class at school.

- Is that it?

- I used to have terrible chapped hands when I was a kid.

My mum made me wear these black leather gloves.

Gary Goodman said they looked like the gloves

that OJ Simpson used to murder his wife.

Anyway, bit of bad news,

Dr. Dick's having his gall bladder removed.

So, I'm a little bit behind on my supply.

- What? - No, don't panic.

I got a plan B, I just might not be able

to get 'em to you 'til this afternoon.

I got the rest of it, (pills shaking)

got you some extra Ambien

'cause you said the last lot weren't working

but I don't need to tell you how easy this stuff is

to get hooked on.

So, only use it when you absolutely need to, promise?

- Promise. (pills shaking)

Thanks for the tea.

You'll text me when that stuff gets in,

yeah? - Right.

(chiming music)

- [Melissa] Robyn, you son of a bitch.

This is Melissa, how's London?

Is it raining?

So listen, I got your message about Gabriel Cole.

I don't want to get into it on the phone

but he had a thing with one of the girls in the office here

and he got a bit intense.

Put it like this, he's a man who likes to get his own way.

- Hey, mm.

- Mm, no, I have to work.

(urinating) Don't mind me.

- Stay the night. - I can't.

- Stay the night. - Gabriel,

I've been here for two nights in a row.

I need to go home, I need clothes.

- I'll buy you new clothes.

- I don't need new clothes, I need my clothes.

- Well see, they will be your clothes.

(toilet flushing)

- Ooh. - Where were we?

- Wash your hands.

(Gabriel sighs)

- Ladies, this is William Pendleton

and Beth Fannel. - Sorry.

- William is planning to run for mayor

at the next London election

and wants us to handle his campaign.

- Look, I'm gonna cut to the chase.

I want to be Party Leader in six years,

Prime Minister in eight.

That's the golden goose we're fattening up here.

London Mayor's the first step to making that happen.

- We don't really do campaign politics.

- Exactly, that's why you're perfect.

Politics doesn't do politics anymore.

It's all about PR.

The last thing people want these days is a politician.

Give 'em the stats Beth.

- Greater London represents 73 U.K. constituencies

but it's also home to 59% of the black population

of the U.K.

If we could engage those voters,

we would have a significant advantage.

- And I have something none

of my fellow candidates can offer, I'm urban.

The mistake everyone's making these days is pandering

to the old people

who are living too long and growing more

and more conservative slash racist with age.

You don't need to be a genius to figure out

there will be a tipping point.

Old people die.

Young people come of age.

- We believe within the next seven years,

as generation alpha reaches voting age,

the pendulum will swing significantly enough

to command a majority.

- Then all hail Mayor William who shalt be King hereafter.

Look, look, these kids have grown up woke.

They spent their whole teenage years listening

to the adults argue about Brexit and MeToo

and Trump and climate change

whilst not doing a thing about it.

And as a result, they're frustrated.

They're angry. - Which means they'll vote.

- And the good thing about these kids,

all they care about is image.

When was the last time

you saw a young person reading a manifesto?

Personality not policy wins the day,

so long as they can feel

like they're being progressive enough

to shout about it on social media,

they will literally take to the streets for you

and what's more progressive than voting for the brown guy?

Not to mention Beth here, campaign manager.

She's a woman and she's disabled.

Show them your arm.

- (laughs) Please stop doing this in meetings.

- So, what do you think?

- Do you even have tea?

- I have wine. (sirens blaring)

So, (sighs), how's London?

- It's great, actually. - You really like it there,

don't you? - Yeah, I do.

- But isn't it cold?

- No colder than here.

- On the shelf, to the left of the fridge, the little tin.

- This isn't tea. - It's herbal.

- Mom, I literally just picked you up from treatment.

- Not for pot.

Come on, baby, please!

It relaxes me.

That's my girl.

So, what do you want to do today?

- I kinda have to work. - But you just got here.

- Mom, the world can't

just stop every time you do this.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It's not supposed to mean anything.

- Every time I do this?

I'm sorry, am I inconveniencing you?

- Please don't. - Wait a minute.

Do you think that I was crying wolf?

Because let me tell you something, sweetheart.

I goddamn meant it, okay?

(sighs) Sorry, I'm sorry.

I just, I'm anxious, you know?

It's these new meds they have me on.

They just, they make me, ugh.

- It's okay.

(sirens blare) - God.

You are so pretty. - Not as pretty as you.

- That's true but you sure are pretty.

Are you angry?

- No. - It's okay.

You're allowed to be angry. - I'm not angry.

- Is Ruth angry? - A little.

- Ruth doesn't do a little.

- Wonder where she got that from.

- Ooh, guilty!

I'm sorry, we can't all be emotionally detached.

So, let's do something fun!

- What's fun? - Ooh, let's go

for a carriage ride in Central Park.

- Mom, I'm not paying 100 bucks for some tired old horse

to drag us around the park.

- Fine, I'm just trying to come up with things to do.

When do we see each other?

We should do something nice.

- You should rest. - I've been resting

for six weeks. Let's go shopping.

- For what? - I don't know?

Ooh, let's get manicures.

I have been dying to get a manicure.

- I don't want a manicure.

- For Christ's sake, Robyn.

Can you just help me out here?

You're so fucking negative.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's just, come on.

Everything's just,

everything's just kind of a lot.

- I guess if we're focusing on London for now,

we need to show people

that you're not just another polished politician

in a cheap suit.

- You need to show them your London.

Talk about your ends.

- Oh, I didn't actually grow up in London.

No, I'm from Buckinghamshire. Well, I'm not gonna lie.

I went to prep school with the majority of the cabinet,

King's scholarship to Eaton four years,

classics at Balliol Oxford.

Look, I know I'm not exactly, you know, Eminem,

but I've had my fair share of scrapes.

I've eaten my share of jerk chicken.

- Okay, let's focus on your heritage.

Where are your grandparents from?

- Cambridgeshire. - Other side?

- (laughs) Oh, right.

Ghana. - Have you been?

- No, no my mother moved before I was born.

She didn't really have any family left out there.

- Well, we're gonna need to find some.

Second, third, fifth cousins.

It doesn't matter,

we're gonna need photos of you with them out there.

- The more, you know, comic relief-y the better.

- Got it. - You're going to have

to talk about your black experience.

- (sighs) The only thing is

I don't think my black experience was that black.

- Look, Will, I don't care if you're born on the moon

with a silver tablespoon up your ass.

You are a black man and you have experience.

Whether it's being called "brother,"

or having your fist bumped instead of your hand shook.

Being asked where you're really from,

slowing down your walk home

so people don't think you're going to mug them.

Being told your hair is fun.

Having people tell you how much they love R&B

or super bort or jollof rice.

You are authentic whether you know it or not.

We just need to get under the skin of it.

- I mean, I will say that at school

there was always the assumption

that I'd be excellent at athletics, you know, and I'm not.

So, that was difficult. - Ooh, wait.

I think we've got it.

We're positioning him as a crusader, right?

An outsider who stands up for what's right

in the face of adversity.

There's a U.K. First protest growing

outside Finsbury Park Police Station as we speak.

- They're angry because their colleague's been arrested

for religiously aggravated harassment?

- He posted a poo through the door of a mosque.

Anyway, imagine black and white image,

nose to nose with the fascists.

No fear for his own personal safety.

- Outmanned, outnumbered.

- Our hero delivers an impassioned speech,

telling the protesters he understands why their angry

but it's the politicians who are really to blame.

- The politicians he happens to be the antidote to.

- A speech for the ages.

- All captured on the flurry of camera phones.

- And as a result, he is viciously attacked.

- Sorry, what? - Hate crime, nice.

- Police pull him from the afray.

- Footage on repeat on every rolling news station.

- A man who stood up

against the rising tide of the far right.

- He'll be a hero. - A symbol.

- A martyr. - Just so I'm clear,

we're saying he should go and get beaten up?

- Look, look, couldn't I just present a mobo or something?

- Oh, we'll set the whole thing up.

- Fake it.

- We'll hire an actor for you to confront at the protest.

- Actually, this could work very well for us.

'Cause focus groups were saying William needs

to score better on the masculinity front too.

- Yeah, I'm sorry, what? - Fun.

We're going to need to move quickly

if we want to turn this around.

William?

- (sighs) You think it'll give me, you know, Idris vibes?

- Definitely. - For sure.

- Absolutely. - Without a doubt.

- Okay, fine, but just make sure they avoid the face.

- (sighs) Holy flaps!

This place is meant to be insane.

They give you like this personal shopper

who just like brings you dresses whilst you sip champagne

and enjoy Himalayan salt foot rubs.

God, I wish I could date a gazillionaire.

You're his pretty woman.

- "Pretty Woman" is about a prostitute.

- Oh, still.

- Why are you dressed like you're about

to show me where the exits are?

- My mom and dad are coming down to take me for dinner.

I got it from samples, is it okay?

- Depends, do your parents think you're a contestant

on "The Apprentice"? - Tanya Bert just called.

She's freaking out.

Something about a tweet taken out of context.

I better get around there.

Eve, will you run point on William?

Melody, can you find us an actor for the demonstration?

Try the people you used for the Cumberbatch mugging.

- F.Y.I. Honey Pup have sent a selection of products

as a thank you for helping with their launch.

You might want to head over there

before the vultures plunder all the quality merch.

- Come on, band camp.

If anyone ever needed a free high end sex toy, it's you.

You coming? - No, I'm good for love eggs,

I better get around to Tanya's.

- Why aren't you securing my spot?

No one takes anything 'til I'm there.

Mark the thieves hands with a Sharpie.

It's not like you to turn down a free butt plug.

- Got butt plugs coming out of my ass.

Nice shoes.

So, are you and Gabriel? - It's just a bit of fun.

- Right. - Oh Christ.

What is it, Rob?

- Are you sure he's a good guy?

- Sure, 'cause that's my type, right?

Good guys, I mean, that really worked out well

for me last time, didn't it?

I'm sorry, that wasn't fair. - No, it's just I--

- Look, Rob, I appreciate the sentiment

and I'm glad that we can be pals again

but I'm just not sure that we're at that point

of doing the whole, boy talk thing yet.

- Sure. - Look, go deal with Tanya,

I'll get things moving here.

We'll see you at the rally

and I'll see if I can save you some nipple clamps, okay?

(Robyn sighs)

Okay, ladies, we're doing this

in order of need and experience.

And I'm afraid I'm trumping on both counts.

Got one, got one, doesn't work.

Ooh, these are good.

Sandra, order of need.

- Hello again. - Oh, hi.

How are you? - I'm good.

Yeah, I just thought I'd come for a mooch,

see if I could pick up something for me and the boy.

- Great. - What sort of stuff

was he into when you guys were together?

Would he wear a vibrating cock ring?

- You'd have to ask him. - Oh my God,

I've got one of these bad boys, they're amazing.

Have you tried them? - But I've never

actually had a vibrator before (laughs).

- That explains so much. - Excuse me?

- Okay, you're taking this.

- I'm not really sure I need this.

- Honestly, I couldn't live without one if I was single.

Trust me, warm and constant, glass of pinot,

the Weeknd on Spotify,

you'll never want to leave your house again.

- Yoink, that's Christmas sorted.

As you were.

- Excuse me. (group laughs)

(phone ringing)

- Okay, listen to this.

Daycare for Teddy is going to cost 1,100 a month,

a nanny to pick up Kelly from school

and then watch them until 5:30, that's 10 pounds an hour.

Travel for me at peak is 13 pounds a day.

So, that's 1,588 pounds a month.

A starting salary is 22K minus tax.

So, that will leave me with a very healthy profit

of 49 pounds and six pence a week.

I mean, I actually don't know how single parents do it.

Having a job is literally going to bankrupt me.

Not to mention, I have actually nothing

that is appropriate to wear in an office.

I mean, all of my clothes are like pajamas covered in barf

or dresses I haven't worn since I was 21.

Can I wear red to an office

or will I look like a handmaiden?

- Ruth, it's a job, not a date.

Relax, you dress yourself everyday.

Just, dress like you're meeting Mark's parents.

- Okay well, now I'm nervous. - Look, I gotta go.

I love you, okay?

- Blessed be the fruit.

- (sighs) God. - So, was it helpful?

- What?

Are you asking me if I'm fixed?

'Cause, honey, you know it doesn't work like that.

- I wasn't asking that.

- You're asking me for reassurances I can't give you.

Robyn, please, don't put pressure on me.

- I'm sorry, I'm not putting pressure on you.

- What do you weigh?

- Why?

- I'm making conversation.

- Do they make you do a lot of talking?

- You mean therapy?

Oh, Christ!

Everyday, we had to sit in that room

and listen to each other make up interesting excuses

for why we're all such fuck ups.

Please, promise me you'll never go to therapy.

- What?

Why? - (sighs) I can't bear

the thought of you paying money just to sit in a room

and have someone try to convince you it's all my fault.

Anyway, it's all Jared's fault.

Bastard.

You haven't heard from him, have you?

- Dad?

No, why, why have you? - No.

I just wondered.

Me being in the hospital,

- How would he know?

- I don't know, people find out about things, don't they?

People talk, Facebook.

The therapist told me

I'm grieving for the loss of my daughters.

- What? (mom sighs)

I'm not having this conversation again.

- It's my abandonment issues, empty nest syndrome.

- You never had a nest, Mom.

- I'm just telling you what she said.

- So, this is our fault?

- I'm not saying that. - I'm not doing this.

- Look, I didn't ask you to put me in that godawful place.

- That awful place cost me nearly half my savings.

Sam and I were saving for a down payment.

- Oh, that's very sweet of you to lay that at my feet.

- I'm not laying anything at your feet!

I just... It doesn't matter, Christ!

- Still got that nasty temper I see.

- What do you want from me?

If you don't want to be here, then just do it.

It's not that hard to fucking die.

Not even you can get it wrong four times!

I will not feel responsible for you.

You cannot keep doing this shit to try to get us to come back.

Why do you think we left in the first place?

(dramatic music) - Oh, honey.

Oh, baby.

Oh, oh baby. (Robyn sobs)

Mama's here.

(dramatic music)

(Ruth retches)

- So, I'm in Whole Foods, buying stuff for dinner.

I'm making french beans and mange tout

with hazelnuts and orange.

- What the hell is mange tout?

- You know, the peas.

The little peas in suits.

- Oh, you mean snap peas.

- I have no idea what Americans call them.

(footsteps falling) But we call them mange tout.

And so does Ottolenghi. - What?

- The recipe, it's from the Ottolenghi cookbook

that Addie got me for Christmas.

I'm trying to do the whole vegan thing, you know?

Save the planet. - Okay, Tanya,

I think we're getting a little sidetracked here.

- Okay, so I got the french beans

and the hazelnuts and the orange and the chives

and I'm going for the mange tout or snow peas

and they're all out

except for one soggy packet which is all brown

and past its sell by date.

You know, this is Whole Foods.

I mean, to certain supermarket chains,

I'd expect this sort of ball dust.

But Whole Foods? - Tanya.

- So, I complained to the shop assistant.

He apologizes, I snap a pic and throw it up on the Twitter,

thinking I might get some free vouchers or something.

Just saying, this is disgusting, you know,

shame on you, Whole Foods.

- #BrownManGetOut?

- No, mange tout, #BrownMangeTout.

- Oh, Jesus. - It was an innocent mistake.

It wasn't my fault people read it wrong.

- Well, why haven't you deleted the Tweet?

- I tried to explain it

but it's hard to do in 280 characters.

I just kept getting these angry messages.

I freaked out, I couldn't look at it anymore.

- Where's your phone now? - I panicked

and hid it in the teapot. - Okay.

We will just have to tell people

that your account was hacked. - Hacked?

Who's gonna hack my account? I tweet about peas.

- Well, do you have a better idea?

- It's not my job to have a better idea.

It's yours.

I'm clinging onto this Spring Watch contract by a thread.

If the BBC sacked me for this... - Okay, I get it.

Just give me the phone.

I'll draft something.

(dishes clattering) - Oh, what do they want?

Oh.

Oh. - What?

- Well, that's weird.

14,027 followers? - Why is that weird?

- Because I only had 9 1/2 thousand this morning.

(phone ringing) - Just a sec.

Yeah?

- I've got an actor, it's Matt, we've used him before.

- Yep, I remember Matt.

- Eve's written an arc, we're gonna jump in an Uber

with William to Finsbury Park Police Station.

Matt's gonna be there at three.

Eve wants you to brief him while I meet

the photographers. - Three?

I just got here.

Okay. (footsteps falling)

I'm gonna have to go. - What? Now?

- It's an emergency. - What do you bloody call this?

- Look, I'm gonna text you what you need to tweet

and then after you post it just sit tight, okay?

- No, Robyn!

- I'll call you when I get off the tube.

(group yelling) - No more Mosques!

- Christ. - What?

- My keys, Gabe has taken my bloody keys.

- What? - Oh, he's done it before,

it's 'cause he wants me to go back to his.

- Yeah, that's weird.

- Go find Robyn.

- This is exciting, isn't it?

Political espionage.

Feel like we're in "Bodyguard."

- Look, are we 100% sure this is a vote winner?

- Are you kidding me?

This is gold.

It's like this is England 2020.

Not a flat white in sight. - Ironically.

- Do you remember your safe word?

- Marmalade.

(sirens blaring)

- Okay, I've got the script.

All okay? - Yeah, fine.

Just, by the way, I wanted to say thank you.

- For what?

- Telling Eve about my appointment.

- Oh yeah, right.

- But also, don't look at my stuff.

- Okay. (helicopter humming)

- Melody? - Matt?

- You're not Matt.

- No, sorry Matt couldn't make it.

He had an audition come through for "Call the Midwife."

So, he asked me to come for him.

I'm Leon his flatmate. - But, you are...

- Did he tell you about the gig?

Are you sure you're comfortable with it?

- Look, a job's a job isn't it?

I was just doing this profit share underneath Waterloo,

so, I'm a bit broke (laughs).

Still waiting to hear from a bit of "Dr. Who."

Semi-regular, this gay blue alien

who has a thing for one of her assistants.

Down to the last two but they said I'd hear yesterday

so I think they've given it to the other fucker.

(sighs) Kill me.

- You do know, it's quite physical?

- Look babe, I played the bad boy a ton.

At drama school we did this production of "Macbeth"

for a certain counselors day.

I played one of the witches

and we were like these chaps on BMXs.

We did a six day longform improvisation.

We went a bit mental.

Day five we killed a fox.

My point is is that I've got it, the full immersion.

You're not gonna use my face or anything, right?

'Cause, I did this advert for War Sausages

and we said that we can't do anything

that contradicts the brand's value.

- I'm not entirely familiar with your value system

but, I think it's probably best

if we obscure your face either way.

- I'm gonna go meet the photographer.

(paper sliding) Here's your script.

(phone ringing) - How you getting on?

- Change of plan.

Matt is now Leon, he's wearing a red hoodie.

- Red hoodie, okay. - I gotta go.

It's Tanya.

- 19,000.

- What? - I've got 19,000 followers.

(phone buzzes) 19,810, 11 actually.

- Okay, I've sent you the apology.

All you have to do is just--

- I'm wondering whether an apology might not

be the way to go?

- What do you mean? (phone rings)

(sighs) Sorry, I have to put you on hold.

Yes? - We're on.

(crowd chanting) The eagle has left the nest.

I repeat, the eagle has left the nest.

- Okay, now, go, now, now, now, go.

(crowd murmuring) Tanya, what do you mean

not the way to go?

- I just think a lot of people have been touched

by what I've said.

- About the snow peas?

- Look, my agent just called.

They're inquiring about Question Time.

- You're gonna have to speak up, I can't hear you.

- They're looking for an alternative POV

to talk about the protest.

They think I could be the palatable face of the far right!

- That does not sound like a good thing.

- You always said I needed more of a persona.

A brand.

- I meant like the woman who wears wacky earrings.

Not the woman who burns crosses.

- Every drama needs an antagonist, Robyn.

It's like Panto, speaking of which,

I've just been offered two of those.

- Tanya, people think you're a fascist.

- No, that's not true.

Listen to my Twitter feed.

Finally someone with the stones

to say what we're all feeling, GGoodman77.

Need ppl like you to fight for our free spitch,

she must mean speech.

Love you on Strictly, Sought 1982.

She thinks I'm Rachel Riley, hm, like.

(crowd shouting)

- No more mosques, no more mosques.

(Leon shouting)

- I've connected with a zeitgeist, Robyn.

I mean, how often can you say that?

- You were talking about moldy peas.

- Regular guest slots on LBC, reality TV,

God, I'm on the mail online.

(crowd shouting) (phone ringing)

- OMG, it's me agent.

Hey lovely, talk to me.

Oh my God, what did they say?

Yeah, I can't hear you, I'm at this thing.

(camera clicking)

- Why are you doing this?

What do you hope to achieve? - Piss off, mate.

- I know you feel angry

and you feel confused

and the world is a terrifying, scary place right now

and when the world feels like that,

all we want to do is lock the doors

and protect ourselves from what's on the other side.

But the truth is, what is on the other side

of those doors is the only thing that can save us, each other.

We are not enemies.

You're looking in the wrong direction,

you have been fed a narrative (Leon screaming)

of hate and fear.

They want you to be angry.

They want you to be numb.

They want you to blame those below

because while you're busy looking down,

it is those above who are stealing from you.

Stealing your rights, stealing your liberties,

they are stealing your privacy

and they are stealing your peace of mind.

They are stealing your compassion

and your communities.

But let me tell you,

it is only as a global community

that we can beat the existential threat

that we all face. - That's it.

- We don't make the world better by looking down.

You make the world better by looking up, hm?

- Brown man get out. (red hoodie man laughs)

- Brown man get out.

Brown man get out. Brown man get out.

Brown man get out. Brown man get out.

- Brown man get out. - Marmalade.

(Robyn gasps)

(sirens blaring)

(crowd muttering)

- Broken nose, three broken ribs,

bruising to the arms, face and head,

eight broken fingers and a ruptured spleen.

He's predicted to win the mayoral elections by a landslide.

Do you know that polar bears can smell a seal

from over a mile away?

They can even smell it through three feet of ice.

I'm not sure exactly what happened here

but if there is a problem in my office,

I will smell it and I will deal with it.

Leave.

Robyn?

If there's something you want to tell me,

I will listen.

I am invested in you.

- Nope.

- I literally am cleaning chocolate off his balls

with hand sanitizer and a used tissue.

Well, he was due on stage to present in like five minutes,

and Caroline would kill me if he hadn't ended up there

and then,

- Oh, I'm envious of you.

You know that?

I wanted to do what you do.

Travel, have a career, an exciting life.

But, hm, I had you.

I was a baby, I was a firework, white fire,

everyone wanted me,

and then just like that,

decision was made.

It was his parents who made us go through with it, you know?

The marriage.

I'm sorry I was such a horrible mother.

- Mom. - Oh.

I just wasn't built for it, you know?

I hated it.

Not you, God no, I loved you.

God, I loved you.

And little Ruthie, I,

I hated it.

There was never very much of me in the first place.

Motherhood just took it all.

Before I realized, it was like I didn't exist anymore.

Anyway, I don't know. (laughs).

Life is exhausting if you're not very good at it.

- Nobody is. - That's not true.

You are! You are good at it.

You have no idea how good at it you are.

You were better at it at 12 years old than I ever was.

- Well, kinda had to be.

- Maybe that was my little gift to you.

- Hey so, I was thinking,

maybe you could fly back to London with me.

You could be there for Ruth,

help take care of Kelly?

You'd have to crash with me and Sam

but, change might do you good. - That would be wonderful.

I still can't believe I'm a grandmother.

How the hell did that happen?

- I love you, Mom.

- Baby, I love you.

You're my little sunflower.

- Gabriel?

I thought we were meeting at the restaurant?

If this is some kind of weird surprise,

you best know that I don't always react well.

My mom threw a surprise party for my 11th

and when they jumped out from behind the curtains,

I punched my granddad in the face.

- [Gabriel] In here.

- Wow, Howard Hughes, as I live and breathe.

Are you going to say "hello," or look at me?

- I'm sorry, I'm just...

Hey.

- I got the new dress you requested.

- Is that one of the ones I picked out?

- I went off pieced.

You like? - Sure.

- Are you going to be wearing that for the restaurant?

It's just that the whole Shia LaBeouf,

haven't showered in a week,

took a dump in a bag and sold it on Ebay thing,

it's just a little 2014.

- I'm sorry, I'm in the middle of a crisis.

I'm not gonna be able to make it to the restaurant.

- I'm sorry? - It's the prototype.

I've been going over these schematics again and again

and they don't work.

They won't work.

I've got to get the weight down.

And if I don't get the weight down,

everything here is fucked.

- I have a similar crisis

about getting the weight down pre-Ibiza every year.

The key is no carbs for a week and bring a one-piece.

- Eve, this isn't a joke. - I cleared all my plans.

- I didn't ask you to cancel your plans.

Oh, come on, don't ask me to choose between you and my work.

- I'm not.

- You know how important this is to me.

I'm trying to create something truly innovative here

and everybody wants me to fail.

The press?

(laughs) Well, they think I'm crazy.

Nobody seems to understand how important this work is

but me. - Okay.

Look, you're clearly otherwise occupied

so I think I will just, - No, no, wait.

I said I couldn't make it to the restaurant

but...

- Why is there a gang of Japanese people hiding

in your kitchen?

- I figured (sighs),

since I couldn't make it to the restaurant,

I would bring the restaurant to us.

- Gabriel, this is insane.

- No, this is Yoshi Kasa-san.

He is perhaps the finest sushi chef

in the Western Hemisphere.

He and his team have elegantly prepared tonight's dinner,

just for you.

So please, take a seat, enjoy the view,

have some sake

and I will be with you as soon as I am done, 'kay?

- So, you been here before? - No, I haven't.

It's a really nice treat, thank you.

- Sounds like you're out every night anyway

from what you're saying.

I don't know where you find the money

to be eating out all the time.

- I'm not eating out, Mom. - It is to me.

- Let her live her life, Linda.

You're only young once.

So, we seen much of this Craig?

- We broke up, remember?

I told you. - Oh well,

I'm sure there's another handsome young chap

just around the corner, eh?

- I'm actually just really happy on my own at the moment.

- Hope you're not in those apps.

- Mom, I'm 25. - I appreciate that.

All I'm saying is, you want to be careful.

I was a magnet for lesbians when I was your age.

I was wondering if you have any plans

to come back up and stay for a bit?

I mean, your room's just sitting there how you left it.

- You know I work everyday.

By the time I get up to yours,

I'd have to turn back round again and leave.

- Yeah well, it would just be nice

to see our daughter, that's all.

- You're seeing her now.

What's going on?

- Your father's cancer's come back.

- What do you mean? I thought they got it all out.

- They did but it's come back.

- So sorry.

- (cries) I'm sorry. - Here.

- Hey.

Sorry I'm late it's just,

I'm having a bit of a day. - Hey.

- Sam, what are you doing here?

- He told me your news. - Sorry, I assumed that...

- That you would have told me but of course you didn't.

- Look, I just want to apologize for the other night.

You caught me off guard, you know?

I was hurting, I was angry.

I don't think I really realized

just how fucked up things had gotten between us.

- Okay.

- Look Rob, I haven't forgiven you, okay?

That's something that you need to earn

and that we can both work on, you know?

But, this baby... - No.

- Rob, this is what we both wanted and.

- No. - Maybe everything

that happened, - No, you're too late, Sam.

You're too late. - What do you mean?

- Why, what happened?

Rob?

What did you do? - Robyn!

- Rob!

(screams)

(sobs)

(vibrator buzzes)

- I think it just catches

what a lot of people were thinking.

There's a lot of people out there who look around them

and feel that England just isn't there country anymore.

That doesn't make them fascists.

Their grandparents fought the fascists

to defend this great island.

All they want to do now is defend it again.

- Can you turn that off, please?

- I think... - Depressing, isn't it?

- You staying in the hotel? - Uh-huh.

- Want to buy me a drink? - Okay.

- Double Gray Goose, rock, three limes please.

- Having a good night? - Peachy.

(sirens blare)

Can I see your room?

♪ I couldn't remember how your life began ♪

♪ Angel to forget ♪

(car door opens) - Brooklyn Bridge, please.

And take the long way.

♪ You were my symphony ♪

♪ I thought you'd be my favorite melody forever ♪

♪ Now and then I think I'd see your face ♪

♪ I feel the shiver with my saving grace ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ I came here for the breakthrough ♪

♪ But I stayed for the breakdown ♪

♪ If happiness is a warm gun ♪

♪ Then let me pull on the trigger ♪

(pen scratching)