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Previously onFive Bedrooms...

If you think you can have a casual fling

with your ex-husband, you're delusional.

You're the one who's having an open relationship

when it clearly makes you uncomfortable.

- (MOANS) - Are you alright?

- Get Heather. - Call Lachlan.

Ainsley, we just have to do some work on your daughter.

It's OK.

Ainsley, I'm so sorry.

HARRY: It became my job to share the news with everyone.

Did they say what the cause of death was?

They just said "placental insufficiency".

All they really know is that the baby's heart stopped.

It made sense for it to be me.

I've done it enough to know

that everyone responds in their own way.

Well, she'll have to try again.

What are you doing?

She'll need different kind of food now.

The most difficult thing for a body to do

is bring life into this world.

The key is persistence.

Well, Ainsley's grieving right now, Mum. I don't think she's...

She'll be more fertile straight after pregnancy.

You know she's also single?

There were those who poured their emotion

into complaint letters.

I've just softened this line here.

Which one?

"I would honestly expect a better standard of nursing care

"in North Korea."

That wasthe soft version. I started with "Siberian gulag".

Well, I just worry the tone might be counterproductive.

The tone is an essential part of the argument.

Wh... Maybe Liz is a better person to advise on this.

Some people offered almost too much.

A couple of things need to go in the fridge ASAP.

HARRY: OK. Sure.

Er, just the prosciutto and the cheeses and the...

..chocolate-covered raspberries.

Dammit!

- (SIGHS) Sorry. - It's OK.

I swore I wouldn't.

I've been sitting out in the bloody car for 40 minutes

'cause I knew I w...

Anyway, I...I...

I don't want to make this about me, so...

Obviously, don't put the artisan bread in the fridge,

'cause it won't taste the same cold.

OK.

But the most troubling response came from my boyfriend -

or, should I say, lack of response.

Hey. It's me...again.

I'm just calling to confirm

you got my voice messages about Ains.

I'm really sorry to leave all that in a message, but...

..well, it's been two days, Xav.

I really thought you might have called by now.

So, please, just...call me back.

Uh...

Harry.

- How are you all holding up? - Fine.

- Liz home? - I'm not sure.

LIZ: Stuart.

- STUART: Hey. - Hi.

Uh...not staying. Just thought I'd bring this around.

Aww!

Oh, we've had so many food drops, but...

Yeah, I figured as much. That's why I went with the booze.

- You didn't need to do that. - Well...

Thanks for stopping by.

Actually, there's a load more in the car.

- Oh, I can give you a hand. - Yeah. That'd be great.

I can give you a tour if you like.

- Oh, I don't want to intrude. - Well, it's no trouble.

But the strangest reaction by far belonged to Simmo.

Ben, you need to speak to him. This has got to stop.

Look, mate, apparently the last thing he said to Ains was,

"Don't worry about the nursery. I'll get it done."

Well, her circumstances have changed quite profoundly.

He does understand that?

Yeah, he does, mate, but this is how he gets.

You cannot get through to him at all.

There is no phone coverage on Planet Sim.

HARRY: Heather was adamant.

She can't come home to a construction site.

Should I try and talk to him?

Or...we could just help him finish it.

You do realise she'll be home this time tomorrow?

BEN: Look, the floorboards are done.

The doors are coming off. So, really, it's just...

All four walls, the ceiling - every surface bar the floor?

And plasterboards and painting. Yeah.

What, in 24 hours?

Well, could you get Xavier to pitch in?

Get him on the tools, mate.

I could lend a hand if that would help.

I don't think so...

You've done a bit of building work, have you?

Yeah, I've knocked up a few pergolas in my time.

- BEN: There you go. - When? Name one pergola.

Did some landscaping at uni.

- When? - Over the summer.

You were drunk from November to February.

It doesn't even matter. If you can spare the time, mate, we'll take it.

STUART: Yeah. Happy to help.

HARRY: Heather was very clear in her instructions.

Just pack up the equipment and lock the doors.

Yeah, but it'd be so much worse, wouldn't it?

If it was just locked up... sitting there.

Take it up with Heather.

That is fucking idiotic. Why would he do that?!

BEN: Maybe it's...Simmo's way of processing things.

Yeah, well, unless Simmo's grown a baby and lost it lately,

his processes are not my first priority.

- Sorry. - Maybe it'd be helpful.

Like, for Ains.

How exactly?

Might help her just to... you know, absorb it.

Yeah, it might also be the most painful thing she could possibly see.

Well, can you check in with her? See where she's at?

I am not making her think about the nursery right now.

The only thing Ains and I are discussing with any confidence is food.

Surely it would be worse if she gets home

and it's just, you know, sitting there unfinished.

You know, if she doesn't want to set foot in there,

it's...it's fine, she doesn't have to.

Just...keep it bare. No furniture.

Yeah, well, what about, like, a chair or something?

Well, it'd better be fucking comfortable.

And so help me God, if you fuck up your shoulder again...

I love you too.

Heath?

Can I have the muffin?

The fruit cup?

Any particular clothes you want Liz to bring in?

Just whatever.

How are you feeling about coming home?

Part of me can't wait.

But once I leave here, it's...

I won't miss the noise.

I'll make sure the house is quiet and empty.

No, I want the others to be there.

I just want to be around people who...

..don't look at me like I'm the lady who just lost her baby.

- BEN: Here he is. (CLAPS) - Ah. Yeah.

Um, the clean ones were on top of the dresser, right? 'Cause...

Yeah, yeah. They've been through the wash.

- It's just how they smell. - Right.

Now, would you call yourself more of a plasterboard man

or a stencil man?

I am what you would call an all-rounder.

My specialty being picking stuff up and putting it down somewhere else.

BEN: Righto. You're with me.

Mate, you may as well chuck that on. You're the same size as me.

STUART: Oh, this is bringing back some memories.

Yeah, well, you know, a long way back, but yeah.

Nah, it's fine. It's fine.

Sorry, is it really appropriate for him to be here?

I don't know what the situation is with the two of you.

I just...I don't think this is the time or place for it.

I think this is an all-hands-on-deck situation.

And I guess Stuart's uniquely qualified in that he's here.

Where's Xavier?

I, uh...I told him not to come.

What, so you've spoken to him?

Yeah. I have, actually. And he's been incredibly supportive.

He actually offered to take the day off just to be here,

but I just...I thought we should just keep it in the family.

Harry, I know how you feel about Stuart

and I know you think you're protecting me,

but this situation's bigger than anything

either of our boyfriends are or aren't doing right now.

Well, I agree.

- Good. - Yeah, great.

Alright, well, I'm gonna do a clothes drop at the hospital,

so why don't you help the guys out

and just try and keep an open mind?

OK.

HARRY: I should have been 100% focused on Ainsley.

I wasn't.

(RINGING TONE)

VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Xavier. Leave a message.

(BEEP)

Yeah, I'm just not sure of your use of the term "chin man".

I don't know his name.

Could you not refer to him as a staff member?

I was trying to be specific.

OK, I just think it undermines your argument a bit.

And you shouldn't, because it's a really impressive letter.

I suppose "twat face" is out too, is it?

Heather, I'm clearly trying to pay you a compliment.

Well, you know better than that.

How long is it since you've had some fresh air?

Have you ever thought of writing about nursing practice?

No.

Yeah, well, maybe you should.

(SCOFFS) No-one wants my memoir, Liz.

No, I meant writing actual nursing guidelines, policy.

Seriously.

You know, beneath all the profanity,

you are very... articulate and practical.

- I'm not qualified. - You don't know that.

Even if you had to go back to uni for a while.

- Well, that's not happening. - Why not?

- I can think of nothing worse. - Seriously?

God, I'd do my master's in a heartbeat if I could afford it.

I'd be surrounded by thousands of Timmys and Louies. I just got away from them.

I think you'd find it's a very broad spectrum of people

that do advanced degrees, Heather.

It's very diverse.

Maybe this is what it's all been building towards for you.

You know, all the setbacks.

For you, Liz, clearly, setbacks lead to glory.

For me, a setback leads to another setback,

a trip-up and a fall down,

and followed by some version of death.

What can I get for you, mate?

I was just wondering if I could speak to Xav if he's around.

Nah, sorry. He's had a few days off. Um, he's back in this arvo.

I could pass on a message.

VOICEMAIL: Hey. This is Xavier. Leave a message.

(SCOFFS) Well, thanks for getting back to me!

It's great to know

that you are so completely fucking useless in a crisis.

Even Stuart's shown you up, Liz's ex-husband,

and you know what, he doesn't give a shit about anyone, so...

Sorry, I'm just attacking you now.

Sorry, I'm...I'm standing down.

HARRY: I should have left it there. I'd made my point.

But no. I was just getting started.

VOICEMAIL: Hey, this is Xavier. Leave a message.

Now I feel pathetic for apologising. I'm not the one in the wrong here.

You know what I was thinking while I was making excuses for you?

I was actually thinking...

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey.

LIZ: Hi. Where are you? Xavier's here.

What?! Wh...

- When did he get there? - Well, he was here when I got back.

I think he's bonding with Stuart.

Well...how angry does he look, on a scale of one to...40?

Well, he looks...fine.

Actually, he was really lovely.

He opened up with an apology about the other day.

- So I was just... - Can you see his phone?

- What? - Can you see Xavier's phone?

Is that some kind of metaphor?

No, no, his actual phone.

It might be in his back pocket or...

Oh, it's on the bench.

Can you please just, um... hide it or stash it

- or something till I get back? - Why?

I might have let loose some emotion on his message bank.

- What? - I'm coming back now. Please, just...

I don't understand the mission,

but I will do my best to execute it.

Thank you.

(XAVIER AND STUART CONVERSE INDISTINCTLY)

XAVIER: Hey, you.

- Oh! (LAUGHS) Hello, handsome. - You right?

Um, this looks odd. And it is.

But not really.

I've been at war with the boys

about the quality of their music,

and I remembered that you had that...

Remember you had that playlist? When was it?

When we were, um... stalking Ben's brother or...

- Oh, yeah. Yeah, that was fun. - (LIZ LAUGHS)

I can find it for you if...if you want.

Cheers.

Oh, shit. Harry's been calling.

- No, no, no, no. - What?

Uh, those are just...that's him saying that he's on his way.

What's going on?

Harry might be the best person to explain...that.

Can I just ask you not to listen to the messages?

Until Harry's had a... had a chance to...um...

- Xavier. - Manju.

- Please, can you get this for me? - Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Who's this?

Oh. Hi, Manju. Um, this is, um...

..this is Stuart Wendell, my ex-husband.

Mmm. Hello. (CHUCKLES)

Lovely to meet you, Mrs Sethi.

I have been hearing amazing things about you for a decade.

My son speaks very poorly of you.

Uh, Xavier, can you clear the fridge a bit, please?

- Yeah, of course. - Yeah. This too.

STUART: Well, it really is a testament to you as a mother,

the man he is today.

- I'm sure it took an army. - MANJU: It was just me.

- Hey. - Hey.

Um...I'm so sorry.

Not only did I fail to execute the mission,

I may have inadvertently blown your cover

and...alerted the target.

- What? What did you... - So, so sorry.

This about these messages?

I'm sorry. I'm probably overreacting, but yes.

Um...I was just emotional and exhausted.

And, you know, we've all been having

really weird reactions to everything,

and I think I had a brain snap.

There's just really no point listening to any of them.

OK.

OK?

Yeah. I won't listen to the messages if you don't want me to.

Thank you.

Would you mind just... deleting them?

Are they that bad?

No. No. No, they're really, um...

They're pretty bad.

VOICEMAIL: You have three new messages.

- Yeah, so just hit 'delete'. - (BEEP)

Well, thanks for getting back to me.

It's great to know

that you are so completely fucking useless in a crisis...

I was just, you know, exhausted and emotional,

and I don't even remember leaving those messages.

(HARRY LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

Um, but, yeah, it just gets kind of more and more irrational from here,

so, really, really, just delete them.

That wasn't so bad.

Yeah, and it's just more of the same from here, so...so just...

(BEEP)

You know what? I feel pathetic for apologising now...

OK, can you just...

Whoop! No, no. No, no. I want to listen.

Know what I was thinking while I was making excuses for you?

I was thinking I've got no fucking clue

what you're doing or who you're doing it to.

I actually thought you were having sex with someone else.

Because you could have been, OK? That's where I've been.

There's more. I think... Please... Please.

During this moment of horrendous personal loss,

all I could think about is you having sex

with one of the other men you like to fuck.

Or several of them!

Could have been an orgy. How would I know?!

So...thanks for that!

(BEEP)

You have no new messages.

(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

Yeah.

Well, I was working.

OK. Well, I went to the bar and you weren't there.

You went to the bar?

Yeah, and the bartender told me that you had been off for days.

OK, Harry, just because I'm not physically working behind the bar

doesn't mean I'm not working.

I have to do the roster. I have to organise payroll...

OK, well, it had been two days.

I mean, you could have just sent a message.

Yeah, well, I... (SIGHS)

..I thought it would be best to show up in person.

I'm sorry. I-I genuinely thought something might...

Yeah, Harry, the deal has always been clear with us.

We're always up front.

So why the hell would you jump to this conclusion?

Oh, come on, are you really that surprised

that I thought you were having sex with someone else,

when you do in fact take enormous pride

in having sex with other people?

Uh...

I must go. Lamb. I've got... lamb in the slow cooker.

Fuck.

Mum! Please don't pay attention to anything you just heard.

- I was just lashing out. - Ha!

It's really nothing to pay attention to...

I have one question.

- Is Xavier seeing other men? - No. No, no, no.

I thought he might have been, but I was just confused.

I was...

You don't need to worry about that.

Well, that's a ridiculous thing to say!

Can I please just try and explain what was going on in my head?

- Uh, not right now, Harry. - I was just boiling over and...

OK, look, sorry, I actually have to go to work.

OK. Can I call you later?

Yeah...nah, how about we just leave it for tonight?

- On the plus side... - What?!

When I started that, I thought I'd think of something. Sorry.

I'll give you some space.

HARRY: The only thing that felt right was to focus on Ainsley.

- ..out on that deck. Can you grab the box right next to it? - Yeah.

If I stood still for even a moment,

I'd slip back into shitty thought loops about Xavier.

Harry, I-I know it feels bad,

but you and Xavier are gonna get through this.

I'm not in the mood for relationship advice from you right now.

Harry, obviously I don't know the whole story,

and I only spoke to Xavier for a few minutes,

but it is pretty clear that he's very much in love with you.

And, look, a blow-up like that is just par for the course

when it comes to long-term relationships.

I mean, just look at Liz and I.

I think that's probably enough.

STUART: I think it's just a clear sign of how much...

- Make it stop. - ..feeling between...

We had no idea if all this work

would console Ainsley or horrify her,

but Simmo was moving with so much certainty,

we all just fell into step with him.

Have you blokes got a business card?

Mate, no. No business. Just mates.

You know, many people say you shouldn't go into business with your mates, but I disagree.

I recently have. It's been great.

In fact, we might have some building work coming up

if you're interested.

Yeah. Yeah, absolutely.

Just make sure he pays you up front.

Fair enough.

You don't reckon I've gone too far with the stencilling?

Nah, mate. It's pretty subtle stuff.

Yeah, but...does it make it feel like a nursery?

I don't know.

Yeah, neither do I.

My gut said just do it because that's what she wanted,

but that was my 3am gut.

My dawn gut... (SIGHS)

..it's not on board.

- I'm painting over it. - Hey? Mate, there's no time.

- Well, it'll only take an hour. - But she'll be home by then.

Just go have a snooze, grab a shower or something.

Uh, no, I'm...I'll head off.

You don't have to.

You're basically one of us now. You're part of the clan.

Yeah, I'm not, mate.

You sure you don't want to stick around just to say g'day?

Yeah, not today.

WOMAN: You should only need this for a week.

And then Panadol should be fine.

AINSLEY: OK.

WOMAN: Your breasts might start showing signs of producing milk.

They might become tender, swollen or leak.

If it becomes uncomfortable, express a tiny bit.

OK? The least bit possible. We don't want to trigger more.

Do you have any other questions?

Nup. Uh-uh.

You want a hand to pack up?

No. Unless there's any hurry.

No. No hurry at all.

Anything you want me to tell them before you get home?

Any special...treats or...?

No, I just want a couch and...

..comfort food and old movies and just a normal day at home.

OK.

Well, how's your back?

- Yep, it's good. - Hmm.

Just, you seem a bit wonky, bent.

(STUART LAUGHS)

Are you gonna stay here tonight?

I want to see how Ainsley's faring.

Yeah, of course.

Uh, that's for you. But, um...don't open it now.

- What is it? - Uh, just when you're ready.

No, don't... Don't... (SIGHS)

It's a start.

It's...it's $65,000.

This is specifically why I said do not open it now.

OK, who gives someone a cheque for $65k

and just says, "It's a start"?

It was supposed to be...a moment for you to process alone.

If I cash this, am I gonna get chased down by ASIO?

No. It's...

It's your money.

I always said...

..two weeks on the ground in London,

I can turn things around.

Uh...well, it was more like... two years, obviously...

..but I got there.

Well, I'm getting there, with Nick's help.

You live in a garage.

That's because everything I have

is going back to paying the government and...

..now you.

Look, don't think about it too much. You've been up all night.

You've got other things to worry about.

Call me later.

You ready?

No.

They're on approach. They're here. Hey, you right?

I really don't think Ains should see me in this state.

Just...put a hat on. We just have to pretend to be normal.

- For an hour. - You can do it, mate. Come on.

HEATHER: Hey, guys.

ALL: Hey!

Hey.

Hey. Can I hug you?

Actually, no, maybe not just yet.

Would you like a tea?

Yeah, you want something to eat?

HARRY: I might just pop the kettle on.

LIZ: We've got some comfort zones set up around the house,

but don't feel any pressure to use them.

Are you alright?

- Yeah. - Not really.

Uh, we're just a touch sleep-deprived.

You seem kind of wired.

We stayed up all night finishing Evie's room.

Yeah, oh...it's just...

..bloody Simmo had it in his head.

It's...it's hard to explain.

We just didn't want you coming home to a construction site.

You don't have to see it.

Hey, absolutely no expectation, Ains.

We just, um, wanted you to have the option.

Yeah, I don't think I can go in there. Sorry.

BEN: Don't apologise. It's fine.

LIZ: No-one expects you to.

Why don't you head up and have a shower

and I'll pick a movie for tonight, hey?

- Are you making teas? - Yeah.

- Do you want a coffee, mate? - No, I'll have a tea.

LIZ: And we've compiled a list of '90s romcoms.

There's Deliveroo, Menulog...

I really appreciate all of this, but I just...

..want normal.

- BEN: Ains? - AINSLEY: Thank you.

So, please just stop fussing

and hit me with all of your shit.

Well, there's not a lot to report, really.

I suppose, given what you've been through...

Obviously, no-one's going to out-tragedy me right now,

but I want to see a fight for second place.

Harry?

What?

She's looking for trauma. You're in pole position right now.

OK. Uh...a quick summary. Um...

I lied to Liz,

I left three abusive messages for Xavier,

and I'm pretty sure I've blown up my entire relationship.

What did you say?

Uh, mostly accusations of, uh, spiritual and sexual betrayal.

(LAUGHS) And then to top it all off,

I unwittingly repeated all of these accusations

in front of my mother.

- (ALL CHUCKLE) - Oh, my God.

Yeah, you know what, look, uh, yeah, solid effort,

but I reckon I'll still give you a run.

Alright. Good luck.

Let's just, uh, set the scene.

I'm a woman over 50, unemployed.

I haven't slept in a week.

And I've got a yeast infection.

Liz wanders in, tells me I could have a future in nursing policy.

BEN: Nuh. Haz is killing it.

Heather, I meant it. That was a constructive suggestion.

Yeah, yeah, right. The problem was I believed you.

So I looked into it, and you know what? I got excited.

I found out it's two years' full-time study

and 50 grand I haven't got.

I reckon we could get it.

How? You gonna sell your luxury car collection?

We're both unemployed.

It'd take a bit of thinking, but we could do it.

Sorry, Heath, I'm feeling pretty comfortably in the lead right now.

Yep. Pathetic. Ben?

Hey? Uh...

I've got nothing. Sorry.

You've lost half the function of your shoulder.

- Yeah, but... - Your entire career is built on those shoulders!

(CHUCKLES) You've got no income

and you've got an enormous tax bill!

Nah, nah, apart from that, though, I can't complain.

He's not even tr... Seriously, he's not even trying.

Liz.

- My money's on you. - Me?

Mmm. You've got strong form.

And you are professionally trained to talk up grievances.

BEN: I reckon Liz is pretty sweet.

She's getting a little bit of Stuey action.

- (GASPS) What?! - No, I'm not really.

A man doesn't stay up all night on the tools for nothing.

Oh, well, I mean, I'm...not sure that it qualifies as trauma.

Are you sure?

AINSLEY: It might not be traumatic, but I want to hear.

Have you gone beyond casual sex in the garage?

- Very much so. - LIZ: Oh, not really.

Well, I mean, there's...

..there's been no...

..pants-off action beyond the garage.

And I can assure you all the internal conflict and confusion

is still very much there.

I mean, you know, these pants come off

a lot more easily than this heart opens.

- Either way, he's a top bloke. - (PHONE RINGS)

Who can't hammer a nail to save his life.

- Sorry. It's... - No, no, take it.

I'm gonna be interrogating Liz for hours anyway.

Hey.

- Harry. - I'm so glad you called.

I just... (SIGHS) ..it's all been repeating on me, and I'm...

..I'm honestly mortified and I'm so sorry...

No, Harry, have you heard from your mum?

No. Why?

Uh, maybe you should go drop in on her.

Why?

Marty's been calling saying

she's gone into some kind of a fugue cooking state.

What?

Apparently she's been in the kitchen all night.

And she's locked Marty out, broken up with him.

I mean, I think she might be having some kind of breakdown.

OK.

Xav, just quickly, I know now isn't the time,

but can you please just tell me, are we OK?

Look, Harry, look, I'm at work at the moment.

I can't talk, OK? Just look after your mum.

- MARTY: Sorry, mate. - Is she still cooking?

Yeah, yeah.

At one point, she was crying uncontrollably,

baking, sautéing and deep-frying all at the same time.

It was hard to know what was upsetting her the most.

There was a lot of talk about Ainsley

and about you and Xav having a free-spirited attitude to fidelity.

Right.

I thought it might help

to explain my own journey through polygamy in the '70s.

- Right. - That wasn't the case.

Twogentlemen, she appeared to understand,

but when we added in a third player, it...

Marty, why don't you, uh, go and get some rest?

- I can take it from here. - Course.

Uh, just for your own safety,

I would avoid the terms 'sandwich' and 'rotisserie'.

We really got our wires crossed there.

Thanks, Marty.

HARRY: Mum? It's just me.

I just want to cook. I don't want any company, Harpreet.

LIZ: Why didn't you tell me about the money earlier?

Because I couldn't risk it.

I couldn't come to you with plans or promises

until it was in the bank.

Your bank.

Liz, I can't erase the last two years,

but at least now...you can think about what's next.

You don't have to be a receptionist.

You don't have to live in a sharehouse.

- I like both those things. - Yes, I know.

But at least now you have options.

And if I haven't been clear enough...

..one of those options is absolutely me.

Let this cool here and I'll start with the kaali daal.

Mum, you've already made more than enough.

Ha! There's five of you.

And Benjamin will eat Ainsley's share.

I really just think the best thing you could do right now

is get some rest.

I can assure you, Harpreet,

Ainsley will not want to do any cooking or any cleaning.

Well, she won't have to, Mum.

I did not stop.

I kept going. There was no-one else.

What?

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

I...

I tried many times before I had you, Harpreet.

And many times after that.

You remember your father could not take you for the cricket

on Boxing Day?

After that, I could not try again.

Your father was very strong.

I wasn't.

You are the strongest person I know, Mum.

I wanted to give you so much.

But I have failed.

What?

I poured all my love into you, but...it was not enough.

My only son is not happy.

What? I am happy, Mum.

You're not.

Not all the time, no, but...I'm still...

..figuring out what makes me happy, you know?

But I have...love and... I have friends.

And I have you.

Start stirring that and I'll start with the paneer.

(BEN SPEAKS QUIETLY)

HEATHER: Just eat it. Eat it.

That's all you're getting.

Simmo's tent's gone.

Yeah, because he finished the nur...the back room.

He packed up this morning.

Of course.

Course.

BEN: Shit!

Simmo wrote a note for her.

- Don't worry about it now. - No, no!

He wanted me to put it in there.

"Ains, please don't feel any obligation to be in here.

"If you don't like it...

"..I'll just knock it down. Sim."

Simmo left this for you.

Sing out if you need anything.

- XAVIER: Hey. - Hey.

How is she?

Ains or Mum?

Uh...both.

Fine.

Hey, look, I know you wanted to leave it for tonight,

but there's no way I'm gonna sleep,

so if you're not too angry to talk...

(CHUCKLES) I'm not angry at you, Harry.

- Really? - Yeah.

Actually, I'm glad you poured it all out.

I think I was just striking out.

You know, people react to grief in different ways, and...

Yeah, I know you've been uncomfortable for a while.

I've been wanting to bring it up.

What do you mean?

I can see how your mind races.

You know, and it's possible

that we're not in the same place right now.

Which is fine. I mean, that's no-one's fault.

Are you...breaking up with me?

No. No, I'm not. But the way we are now...

..Harry, I can see it's unpicking you somehow,

and I do not want to do that, OK?

Because you are beautiful.

So, can we go back to just the two of us?

Yeah, I'm not sure that's the answer.

But that's what we said.

What?

The night you first said you loved me,

you said, "Harry, you don't have to do this."

You said you'd be open to a monogamous relationship.

OK. And you said you wanted to try.

Yeah. And I...I did.

But if it didn't work, I had freak-out passes.

- Two, or maybe it was three... - Harry, Harry.

Harry, that was months ago. Things change.

This entire relationship has been on your terms.

100%. And now that I want to try it on my terms, you won't even consider it?

No, that's not fair. You're not the only one who's made concessions.

(SCOFFS) What concessions have you made?

I've pretty much been in a relationship with five people.

What? My housemates?

If you've stopped loving me, just say that.

It might actually help me to hear it.

Because I still love you.

I just don't want to hurt you anymore.

(RINGING TONE)

Xavier dumped me. Doesn't love me. Couldn't even say it!

You were right. Your fucking boyfriend is better than mine.

Now, get the gin...

STUART: Uh, Harry, it's...it's Stu.

Erm...Liz is just in the bathroom.

Uh...is everything OK? Do you want to come over here?

We're both up.

(SIGHS)

Next time onFive Bedrooms...

I have been accepted to do my master's of law.

God, for a second, I thought you were gonna tell me

you were running away with Stuart or something.

And I'm very mindful of the fact that this impacts all of you,

particularly as I'll need to find somebody

- to rent out my room. - What?!

AINSLEY: We have four candidates coming through,

all drawn from our own social networks.

We're all thinking it.

The way you're leaving feels abrupt and unfair.

You admitted it to Harry. It's all Stuart.

I made this decision on my own terms.

Did you?