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Turn it down!

I said turn it down!

Call from Justin.

Thank God for that!

- Hey.

Yeah, I'm here now.

Yes, it's amazing.

Yeah, it's, um--

Open plan and...contemporary.

Minimalist.

Yeah, exactly.

It's just really good
for me to, uh,

have my own, uh, space.

I miss you.

Oh, no. I-- I --

I said I miss you...

because friends.

We're still friends, aren't we?

Yeah, I'm feeling
really positive.

OK, yeah.

I'll-- I'll send you a photo.

OK. OK, bye.

Oh.

Come here.

Oh, my God.

- Hello?

An inmate from Her Majesty's
Prison of Handsworth

is trying to contact you.

Press 1 to accept.

Hey, babe.

- Yeah, she's...unpacked.

- Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Um...

Hey, roomie.

Help yourself to
my herbal teas.

- Mm.

What?

No, I'm just
smelling the sheets.

'Cause I don't know if she
changed them before or af --

it wasn't stipulated
in the contract.

What? No, I'm not enjoying it.

Why would you say that?

Yeah, come over, but I am
going to sleep in 42 minutes.

- I think I'll just
have the coffee.

- Babe, don't worry.
I'll get yours.

- No, honestly,
I can eat at work.

I like getting paid to eat
- Yes.

Well, you can't live
off sample snack boxes.

- I actually really like
sample snack boxes.

They provide you
with quite a varied diet.

- Two flat whites.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Are you ready to order food?

- Uh, yes, please.

I'll have the poached eggs
and avocado

with goat's curd, crushed
hazelnuts, and sourdough.

Thanks.

- Um, I'll have the same.

Thanks.
- Thanks.

- Thank you.

I really miss Justin's
espresso maker.

It frothed milk and everything.

- I know it's hard,
but you don't need a man

to wake you up in the morning.

- I think maybe I do.

- Right.

I'm forwarding you
a link to the top 10

bean-to-cup coffee machines.

- So tell me,
how's the new place?

What's your flatmate like?

Have you met?
- We can't meet.

That's the whole point.

The contract says
strictly no crossover.

So he has it 8:00 a.m.
to 8:00 p.m.,

and I have it 8:00 p.m.
to 8:00 a.m.

- What about weekends?

- It's all mine.

So it's actually
a pretty good deal.

What?

- No, it's just a bit--

People like you don't need
to do things like that.

- People like me?

- Some of our legal
aid clients are--

- You're buying me breakfast.

- I'm just saying.

You have options.

I just can't face living with
strangers right now, you know?

It's too--

I need my own space,

and this is the only way
I can afford it.

- It's not your
own space, is it?

Does his landlord
know he's subletting?

Because it's actually
a breach of the right

to an adequate standard
of living.

I am being serious.

You're literally sharing a bed
with a man you've never met.

- Oh, my God.
It's fucked up.

- Oh, it's so fucked up.

- He's probably
in it right now.

- Oh, God.

- What side of the bed
does she sleep on?

- What?
- Your new bedmate.

- I didn't--

I mean, should we
specify sides of the bed?

- Humans shed up to 40,000
skin cells every day.

And then there's sweat, drool,
sexual secretions.

Even if you change your sheets,

that is a lot of biology
to be sharing with a woman

you've never met.

You don't have
to do this, babe.

- How else am I gonna raise
that kind of money in time?

- You can just stay in my bed.

- We talked about this.

- You mean your
lack of commitment?

- I mean your bed being
too far away from my work.

- I commute every day.
It's not that bad.

You can do emails on the train.

- I don't do emails.

Travel time doesn't
seem to be an issue

when you go visit your brother.

- I thought the editorial
meeting was this afternoon.

- Oh, Phil emailed last night.

Didn't you get it?
- I was moving.

I don't have anything to pitch.

- I still think that
ironic horoscopes column

is a good idea.

- OK.

Well, I'm not gonna
sugarcoat it.

Bother is running at a loss.

And if Rocco don't buy, then
I can't renew your contracts

as junior staff writers.

They're after one thing,
and that's traffic.

So if I'm gonna convince my
bosses that you're actually

worth your salaries,
then we're gonna need

some killer content.

So you each will be judged
on your next feature.

This is your chance
to dig deep,

get creative, change the lens.

Pitch me something
I can't say no to.

So what do we got?

- You mean now?

- You're writers, aren't you?

You're meant to be
brimming with ideas.

- I've got an exclusive
with a woman

who fell asleep against
a radiator whilst on ketamine.

- Yeah, it's catchy.
It's relatable.

I like it, yeah. Rachel?

- Um, partners
who share passwords.

- Now, what sort
of idiot does that?

Well, according to this study,

70% of people in relationships.

- You don't look sold, Tiffany.

No, just--

Is it that idiotic
if you live together

and you share devices?

- It's bad digital hygiene.
- Yeah.

I mean, think about it--
messages, photos, social media.

- But if you trust
that person, and, like,

you've got nothing to hide--

- This is good because
it sparks debate.

Nice one.

Tiffany?

- Yeah. Um--

Ironic horoscopes.

Um, it's not fully
formed, but--

- It's shit.
You can do better.

Right.
I'm giving you one week, OK?

And I don't care
if it's internet privacy,

if it's recreational
horse tranquilizers,

if it's real, if it's personal,
if it's gonna get us traffic.

Look, it's not a competition,

but the winner does get
to go on the home page,

so it sort of is. And, Tiffany,

seeing as though
you've not come in

with any of your own ideas
today,

I'd like you to interview
the Messiah.

OK, coffee.

- A street artist.

So yeah,
basically I'm taking

the concept of nothingness

and exhibiting that
as the art.

- That's so interesting.
- Hm.

So essentially, I'm-- I'm --

I'm painting nothing.

And when you think about
capitalism, consumers,

And our
constant need for something,

I think that's why
I want to do

this groundbreaking exhibition

is just to remind myself...

Does that make any sense?

Hello?

- Yeah, that's so interesting.

She's not plain.

She's extremely beautiful.

- Yeah, in a really obvious
and boring way.

- He said it was
a one-time thing.

It's quite soon
to be cohabiting.

- Yeah, you know
it probably wasn't

a one-time thing, right?

Oh.

We should go out tonight.

You know,
take your mind off it.

- No, I've got
to work on my pitch.

- Oh, just a quick one?

Come on. I just--

I just don't see why
he should be having

this great time with this
obviously beautiful

influencer chick
while you're going home alone

to try and think of--
- No, OK.

Yeah, we're going out.

- Great.

Here we are.

- You know what?
I've changed my mind.

What I actually want is a KFC
and a good night's sleep.

- That is not your narrative.

OK?
- Yeah.

- Come on.
- OK.

Fine.

- Hey, roomie.

Dear Tiffany.

Please sleep
on left side of bed.

- What about that one?
- What one?

- That one with the beard.

- What about him?

- I don't know.
Could you fancy him?

- I can't tell
if I fancy someone

just by looking at them.

It's why dating apps
don't work for me.

- He's looking at you.

- Yeah, I think that's
because we've been

staring and pointing at him.

- Why don't you go talk to him?

Go, go, go.

Closer.

- Having a good night?
- No.

- What?
- Yeah.

- Can I buy you a drink?

- I'm all right. Thanks.

No, look, you're really
attractive and everything,

and I really like your beard.

It's just I'm shit
at casual sex.

I literally fall in love
with every man I sleep with.

It's really annoying.

My friend Mo is training
to be a therapist.

He talks about
attachment issues.

- I'm not trying
to sleep with you.

- There's actually this
really interesting study

about male and female voles

and how they behave
differently.

- What are you doing?
- Oh, my God.

Flirting.
- Yeah.

I know what you need.

- New personality?

- Shots.

- Who's that? Your girlfriend?

Aren't you gonna answer?

- Thing is, I'm busy with
another girl right now.

- What's her star sign?

- Drink up. Time for bed.

- I could die at any moment,
and then

you'd feel really bad
about not answering

my last ever question.

- You're not gonna die
any moment, Holly.

- I'm in a hospice, Leon.

- You'll be back
home in a week.

- And I'll be back here
the week after that.

- Well, I don't know
her star sign.

- You don't know your own
girlfriend's star sign?

When's her birthday?

- 20th of June.

- So she's a Gemini.

And you are?

Wait, don't tell me.

You're a Libra.

- How'd you know that?

- I'm really intuitive?

Go on. Pick it up.

I won't tell Sister Tania.

Hey, babe.

- No, uh, don't worry.

I've left her a note.

- Oh, that is--
um, sorry.

Can we get two more?
Thank you.

- Oh, no. I'm good.

- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Ready?
- Yeah.

- Whoo! Tequila.

- Ooh.

- Whoo.

- Are you having it?
- No, I'm good. I'm good.

- Sorry.
- Hey.

- Hey, hey.
Where are you going?

- Smoking area.

- OK, you don't smoke.

- I didn't finish telling him
about the voles.

Whoa.

So I'm gonna--
- Hey.

- I'm gonna make a move.
- You gonna be all right?

- Mm, yeah, I'm fine.

I'm gonna go home
with the man with a beard.

Oh, yeah.

OK, pass me your phone.

- There we go.

- Babe, she's just a flatmate.

- Yeah. Love you too.

- OK. Bye.

- You never told me
you had a flatmate.

- There are a lot of things
I don't tell you about my life.

- What's she like?

- I think she might
be a bit of a dick.

- So voles are monogamous,
right?

But the study showed that when
a male vole was fed alcohol,

the next day, he'll have sex
with a different female vole

to the one he had
the day before,

whereas the female voles--
- Tiffany?

- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God!

Hi! What are you doing here?

Rach, you have to meet Mo.

He's, like, my best friend
in the world.

- Yeah, we've met before.

- Mo's, like,
this amazing therapist.

- Training.

- He left this
million-pound-a-year

city banking job
to, like, help people.

- It wasn't quite a million.
- Oh, my--

I love you so much, Mo.

- I love you too--
- Aw.

- --Tiff, which is why
I'm going to order you--

- I don't know why he doesn't
have a girlfriend.

I wish I could fancy you, Mo,

but you're just completely
asexual to me.

- Thanks.

- Justin has a new girlfriend.

- I heard.

- Yeah, fuck him, you know?
both: Yeah.

- Like, fuck him!
- Yeah.

Well, why don't we fuck him

in a taxi?
- Yes.

- No, I'm detaching
from my issues.

- Mm, but that
is not going to help.

- Ha.

You think I have a disorder.
- No, no.

I just think you're drunk.

- Attachment deficit disorder.
- That's not a disorder.

Stop trying
to diagnose yourself.

- Literally, I'm fine,
so you can go home

and do whatever it is
that real flatmates do

with Maia like box sets and--

Whoa.

- Okay.
- Oh.

Wow. OK.

I'm off. Yeah.

- Brilliant.
- She's all yours.

- Thanks.
- Bye.

- Um...

Tiffany, I know it might
not seem like the best time--

Right now,

but maybe think
of this as, um--

as a purge.

- Oh.

I mean, uh, a Justin purge,

a chance for a new start.

All right?

- Any news on your brother?

- It's a waiting game.

A very expensive waiting game.

- Oh.

At least you're
saving on rent now.

- Yeah.

But with that,
I need extra shifts.

- Did you know
working night shifts

lowers your life expectancy
by two decades

and increases your risk
of diabetes and heart disease?

- No. That's brilliant.

Thank you.
- Yeah.

- See what I have
to put up with, Mrs. Lane?

- When did she go?

- Just after dinner.

Family's on the way.

Let's take her
to the quiet room.

- I'll call us an Uber, OK?

- Over there?
- Yeah.

- No, let's go that way.
- No.

- No?
- We're going home.

Dear Tiffany, please sleep
on left side of bed.

An inmate from Her Majesty's
Prison Handsworth

is trying to contact you.

Press 1 to accept the call.

Leon, are you there?

- Hello?

- Hello?

- Who is this?

- I'm Leon's brother.
Who are you?

- Oh, it's-- it's Tiffany,
Leon's flatmate.

Is it?

He told me about you.

- Did he?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

He said you left the place
in a right state.

- Are you serious?

- No, no. I--I'm only messing.

Uh, listen, you know,
I don't have long.

Is Leon around?
Can I talk to him?

- No, he doesn't get in
till 8:00.

- Oh, shit. My bad.

It's 10 to.

- What?

- Now, I don't suppose
you'd take a message for me?

Uh, I'm actually
in a bit of a hurry.

- Can you try his mobile?
- Yeah, yeah. I would.

It's just, well, mobile's,
like, two quid a minute.

And when you only have
40 pound a week, it's--

- Oh, sorry. I didn't--

I mean, I've never, um--

- Known anyone in prison?

- Uh, no, of course,
I'll take the message.

- Cool.

Well, you can tell him his
new flatmate sounds nice.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Her voice is kind of sexy.

- Are you flirting with me?

- Yeah.

- Unbelievable.

All right, go on then.

I've got about,
uh, four minutes

until I break
my contractual agreement,

and, um, I'm gonna
be late for work.

- Well, what do
you do for work?

- Work for an online magazine,
that is,

until they fire me
for having zero ideas.

- You should write about me.
- Right, yeah.

Everyone says that.

- No, I'm-- I'm being serious.

- Uh, so, "Dear, Leon."

- All right. Uh, all right.

- What's your name?
- Richie.

- OK.

"Message from Richie."

- Bad news, little bro.
My appeal was denied.

I appreciate everything
you've been doing for me,

but maybe it's time
I admit defeat.

And you should save your money.

- Sorry, is Leon paying--

- Some budget lawyer? Yeah.

Insisted we go private
for the appeal

instead of taking
legal aid again.

I mean, why do you think
he's doing

this crazy bed share thing
with you?

- Look, I don't know you,
and I don't know what you did--

- Armed robbery,
and I didn't do it.

That's the whole point.

Oh, and, uh, can you
please ask him to call Mum?

Richie, can I ask--

You have used
all your credits.

Ugh.

- Ah, milk.

- Morning.

- Pack of ibuprofen, please.

- Yeah.

Uh, that's 2.80, please.

- See you.

How are you?

- Hey. Um--

- That's 3 pound 80.

- You know what?

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Bad news, little bro.

My appeal was denied.

I appreciate everything
you've been doing for me,

but maybe it's time
to admit defeat.

And you should save
your money.

Please call Mum.

Oh.

- Hey.
- Morning.

- How are you feeling?

- Let's see. Um, I woke up

to the worst hangover
of my entire life,

a Post-it Note
from a man telling me

which side of the bed
I was allowed to sleep on,

and a phone call
from a man in prison.

It was Leon's brother.
It's fine, I think.

- Sorry. Um, Leon is?

- My flatmate.

- Right.
- Or rather, bedmate.

Does left mean
as you look at it

or left mean as you lie in it?

- Left as you look at it.
- Left as you lie on it.

- How are you not hungover?

- Big night?

I actually couldn't sleep.

My mind was just like, ba -ah.

It's like I have
too many things to say.

I just don't know
which one to pitch.

- Hey. Are you, uh,
walking to the station?

- No, I'm gonna
stay a bit longer.

- Cool.

Well, have a nice weekend.

- Tiffany?

Everything OK?

- Um--

- You were underprepared
yesterday.

You're hungover as fuck today,

and your interview
was full of typos.

- Sorry.

- Yeah, well, this
is your job, Tiffany.

- I know. I'll sort that out.

I've just h--had...

some stuff to deal with.

- Look, I'm giving you
constructive feedback

because I rate you.

- Thanks, Norm.

- I'd hate to lose you.

- Hi, babe.

I'm sorry I'm running
a bit late.

I missed your stop again.

I'm waiting
for the next train back.

Yeah.

Fell asleep.

- Yeah.

Milton Keynes.

- Kay, I'm so--
- It's fine.

I ate, alone.

Here you go.

No?

Didn't think so.

- Kay.

- I'm sorry that dinner with me
is such a hardship for you.

- I've been working
crazy hours.

- And whose idea was that?

My job is stressful too,
you know.

You can't blame everything on
the fact that you work nights.

- Listen, I--
- No, Leon, you listen.

I am tired of coming second
place to your brother--

your brother's case,
your brother's hearing, your--

- Richie's appeal was denied.

I'm sorry.

That's shit.

But at least now
you have an answer.

- He's looking at 15 years.

- I know.

But now you can move on.

That case was taking
up all of your time,

eating up all of your money.
- Don't worry.

I'll pay you back for the food.

- Come on. Don't be like that.

Still want to stay over?

Not just 'cause there's
another woman in your bed?

- And here we have the bedroom.

As you can see, double aspect.

- Nice.
- Great.

- Yeah. And then yeah,
finally, we have

the open-plan living room
and kitchen diner.

No mod cons.

- What's this about
your flatmate's brother?

- What?
- This is outrageous, right?

He pleaded not guilty.

Now he's not even gonna
be given a chance.

- Do you have
the bottle opener?

- Oh, I have no idea.

- Most defendants plead
not guilty

unless there's demonstrative
evidence.

- I mean, the press coverage
was fucking insane.

Look at this.
"Masked robber held

South London shopkeeper
at gunpoint."

- Sounds pretty terrifying.
- Well, that's the thing.

I mean, I had this feeling
about him.

He sounded innocent.

Seriously.

Is there anything
we can do to help?

- Uh, we?
- She means me, and no.

I don't help people because
of a feeling.

Plus, I'm a junior barrister,
which means

I don't get to choose my cases.

And even if I did,
I'm up to my neck in--

- All right.
Forget I said anything.

- I'd be more worried about
this Leon you're living with.

- Well, I'm not
living with him.

I get the whole place
to myself every weekend.

- Yeah, it's a really
great flat, outdoor space.

- Yes, you said it's
a really good deal.

- You know,
not everyone can afford

to live in a two-bedroom flat.

And this way, I get
a fully-fitted kitchen,

almost, and 2/3 of a sofa.

- Seriously, Tiffany,

you know nothing
about this guy,

besides the fact
that his brother

is a convicted criminal.

- Is he even on social media?

- No.

That's a valid
life choice, right?

- Are you on speaking terms?

- We're on Post-it Note terms.

Dear Tiffany...

Thanks for letting me know.

Dear, Leon...

Can we talk about
the milk situation?

- Talk about it?

You buy milk,
I'll buy bog roll?

Depends on the type
of bog roll.

- Are you serious?

I try to buy organic milk.

I saw a really just
disturbing documentary

on industrial farming.

Bog roll
will not be organic.

Streaming platforms?

You give me Netflix,
I'll give you my Amazon?

Apparently,
it's bad digital hygiene.

But so long as you add
your own profile

and don't mess up my
algorithm, we have a deal.

Netflix password, sashimi7.
What's yours?

Memorize and destroy.

Amazon password, P9L8XA35NWT.

Not even my girlfriend
knows that.

- Hello?

Memorize and destroy.

Amazon password, P9L8XA35NWT.

Not even my girlfriend
knows that.

- Ah, there you are.

- Sorry.
I was writing a Post-it.

- Ah. You're urgently needed
in the children's unit.

- Ah!

Who are you?

Oh, my God.

- There we go.
All done.

You were extremely brave,
as usual.

- What happened?
- She fainted in the bathroom.

Been asking for you non-stop.

Oh, and mom says
no more fizzy drinks.

Apparently, this one's got
a bit of a Coke problem.

- Hey, Holly.

- Hey, Leon.

- How are you feeling?

- Like crap, to be honest.

You?

- Me? Yeah, I'm all right.

- Is it your girlfriend?

Are you two going
through a rough patch?

The thing about
Gemini and Libras--

- Thank you for your concern,
but we are not

going through a rough patch.

And even if we were,
that is not something

I discuss with patients.

- Is it your flatmate?

Is she one of those people
that doesn't see mess?

- Oh, go on, Leon.
It's so boring in here,

and you're the only nurse
who doesn't talk to me

like I'm a baby.

- It's my brother.

I thought I could help him,
but I can't.

- You feel like a failure?

Yeah.

Thanks, Holly.

- You know what I think?

- I think you're going
to tell me what you think.

- I think you worry about
other people too much.

- That's my job.

- But...who looks after you?

Leon?

- Yeah.

- Can you get me a Coke
from the vending machine?

- You all right?

- Do you feel like what we do
is completely pointless?

- Um, not really, no.

The opposite, actually.

- We write about things that
don't matter for shit money

in a city that is so expensive,
I have to share a bed

with someone who thinks I'm
such a twat

for buying organic milk,

they just stop replying
to my Post-it Notes.

I get more hits asking some
dude about his art project

than I do for an actual story,
you know?

It's all so vapid
and sensationalist and--

oh, my God.
Is that a sample snack box?

- Yes.
- Can I have some?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

You know, all I want
is a meaningful job

with a salary I can actually
live off,

a wardrobe that fits all my
clothes in it,

a flatmate who doesn't go
through my underwear drawer,

and a boyfriend that doesn't
shack up with fucking

fuck-off body-positive
inspirational influencers.

Like, is that too much
to ask for?

- You're so right.

I honestly don't
know how I'd be able

to do this job if my parents
hadn't bought me a flat.

Dear Tiffany.

Dear, Leon.

Couple of house rules.

Please turn off lights
when you leave,

and please empty
your coffee thing.

Sorry to be anal,
but, please,

could you put
the loo seat down

when you've finished pissing?

Oh, and that value
toilet tissue you buy

is basically sandpaper.

The deal is you buy milk,
I buy bog roll.

The deal was that
if I gave you my Netflix,

you'd give me your Amazon.

Gave you password.

P9L8XA35NWT.

Memorize and destroy.

Dear Tiffany, please do not
do drugs in our flat.

Dear Leon.

Be honest, did you go
through my underwear drawer?

PS, help yourself
to my "drugs."

No, of course I didn't go
through your underwear drawer.

Who do you think I am?

PS, sorry.

Never seen cocaine
in real life.

Don't be. I'm an idiot.

PS, I'm sorry about
your brother's appeal.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

You're on the Mellow Hour

with another cool cut
to ease your day.

- Hello?

- You must be Leon.

- Can I help you?
- Yes, mate.

Uh, I was just wondering
if Tiffany was in.

- Uh, she's at work.

- Right. Right, of course.

Um, would you mind
if I left this here for her?

- Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Wow.

She's really made it her own,
hasn't she?

- Did she invite you?

- Uh, it's a housewarming gift.

- Sorry. Who are you?

- Justin.

- Right.

- It's an...

interesting setup
that you have going on here.

They're nice and sturdy, these
ex-council flats, aren't they?

Where's Tiffany's room?

- There.

- Right.

Where's your room?

- There.

But it's not--we're not--

we've never met.

- Is this even legal?

Tiffy's very important to me.

You know?

Anyway, it was nice
to meet you, mate.

- Dick.

- One of the women
I interviewed

said her boyfriend installed
a hidden app on her phone

that tracked her via GPS.

And so what begins
as an act of trust

soon turns into
actual stalking.

- Mm-hmm. Yeah, it's good.

It's fucked up.
I like it.

Right, we haven't got long.
Tiffany?

- OK.

So we're always writing
celebrity profiles, right?

Artists, musicians,
that woman who started

a cat coworking space.

- You want to write
a profile, yeah.

- But what if the profile
is on a prisoner,

someone who claims
he's been wrongly convicted

of armed robbery?

His appeal has been denied,
and he's serving 15 years.

I've already spoken
to him on the phone,

and I reckon
he'd speak to me again.

- Yeah, I don't know.

It sounds a bit depressing,
Tiffany.

- OK, but wait.

So changing the lens,

framing it
as a celebrity interview,

but putting the spotlight
onto someone who is otherwise

voiceless and,
at the same time,

getting a real insight
into a man's life

and a man's story

and the criminal justice
system.

- Yeah.

- She's subverting the form.

- No, I get that, Si. But why?

You know, why--
why do I want to read it?

Why do you want to write it?

How do you know the guy?

- Um, he's my flatmate's
brother.

- Ah, so was your flatmate
involved in the robbery?

- No.
I mean, I haven't met him.

- You haven't met
your flatmate?

- But they share a bed.

- Is that the one
who tries on your underwear?

- Hey, wait. Hang on.
This is--this is interesting.

- Hold on. That's actually not

what happened at all, so--

- Well, no, this is your angle.

- N--No, it's not about me.

- This is what gets traffic.
- It's about his brother.

And the point is,
neither were involved.

Sleeping with the enemy.

- Oh, my God.
I'm subverting--

- Sex, drugs,
and armed robbery.

- There isn't any sex.

- I want you
to write that article.

- No.
- If it's as good as the pitch,

then it's going
on the home page.

- What?
- What?

- Ah, fuck. I've got to--
I've got to go.

Um, I like that. That's good.

Exciting times.

Well done.

- Congratulations.

Dear Tiffany.

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