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- What the fuck?
- Oh, whoa!

- On some level,
I still feel like I'm his,

even though I don't want to be.

- I work
at Mr. Breyer's hospice.

Would you like to visit?

- I need to think.

- I don't want you to go.

Don't move out.

I think I could help
your brother, Richie.

- I don't understand.
- I found something

that could be crucial
to his case.

- So if we're gonna go back
to how things were,

I won't really see you?

- No.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

- I didn't know whether...

- No, I wasn't sure if...

- House rules.

- Exactly.

Come in.

- Thanks.

- You nervous?

- Terrified.

Are you--

- Oh, yeah.
No, I was just gonna--

- Yeah, it's fine.

I'll just get my--
- Okay.

I'm just gonna go in and--yeah.

Thanks for letting me
use the flat.

Out of hours, I mean.

- No worries.

- I wish
I could be there today.

- Not every day you're
nominated for an award, though.

- Yeah, but I'd rather
be at Richie's hearing.

- Do you know how to tie a tie?

- Um...

This is called...

a half-Windsor.

Oh, hold on.
- What?

- I'm just gonna go
and Google it, actually.

- So, um...

once this is all over--

I mean the hearing
and your awards thing...

- Yeah.

- Do you want to maybe, like...
- What?

- Go out sometime?

- Are you asking me on a date?

- Maybe? Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- Am I the first person
you've ever asked out?

- What?

- Well, Richie told me.

Well, don't keep a man hanging.

- Yes, Leon.

I will go out
with you sometime.

- Well, you look...

Extremely beautiful.

I've got to go now.

- Good luck.

- See you after?
- Mm, definitely.

- Whoop.

- Hey, beautiful lady!

- Hey, Mum.

- Well, don't you look smart.

- Mum...

I'm sorry.

Are you serious?

- What, you want to go prep?

- No, I want a piece of cake.
- All right.

- Richie's favorite.

For when he gets out.

Don't jinx it.

- It's called
a positive mental attitude.

- You sound like my flatmate.
- Oh.

Please don't speak
with your mouth full.

So how's that working out then?

- Actually,
we're going on a date.

What?

- You do know what they say
about dating flatmates?

"Don't shit
in your own backyard."

Mum.

- She's the reason we're here.

- No, Leon.

You are the reason we're here.

And don't forget that.

- Wow, you look amazing.

- Thank you.

- Right.
Gather 'round, you lot.

- You look amazing too.
- It's official.

We've been bought
by an evil corporation.

Thank fuck for that.

'Cause otherwise,
I'd have had to fire you lot.

So one for you, Tiffany,

whose fucked up flatshare got
us the most clicks this year

and earned us
a fucking NOMMY nomination.

Si, one for you,

who boldly ate a saucepan
of magic mushroom risotto.

In the name of research,
of course.

And Rachel.

That partners
and passwords piece was

the best thing I've read since
my own late '90s diary entries.

You get on the homepage.

In fact, fuck it, you're
all going on the homepage.

Cheers.

Mmm! Mmm-mmm!

Mm...

- So when Phil said
the winner

goes on the homepage...
- Yeah.

- Actually, most of our readers
access articles

via social media posts,

so homepage doesn't
really mean anything.

- This is all bullshit,
isn't it?

- How long are you planning
to keep this up?

Look, I know you're precious

about your article
being overwritten...

- Precious?
- But you still have your flat,

Richie has his hearing.

Like, what is
the actual problem?

- The problem is that
you turned my article

into a salacious piece
of trash.

- Well, it got us nominated.

- I don't want
to get nominated like this.

- Okay, look,
maybe you're in the wrong job

if you can't handle the heat.

- I can handle
the fucking heat.

And I'll keep this up
until you apologize

for being such a wanker.

- Bags, electronic devices.

- Empty your pockets, ma'am.
- Take a swig, please.

Bags, electronic equipment.

- So talk me through
what happened

on your way home
from the club.

Okay, um...

I turned right
onto Clapham High Street,

then took a left
onto Crescent Lane.

- Uh-huh.

- Uh, and then after, I...

Sorry.

- Richie, we had this down.

What's wrong?

- It's just,

my mum's gonna be out there,
and--

I'm embarrassed for her
to hear about, you know...

The being sick part
and on someone's driveway.

It's just--
it's so wrong.

- Not as wrong
as armed robbery.

- It's just not how
she brought us up, you know?

- Richie, you are looking
at 15 years in prison

and you're worried about
embarrassing yourself

in front of your mum?

Look, this kind of appeal--

- One in over a hundred.

I know.

I know.

- I think we've got
a good case,

but I need you
to get your shit together.

All right?

- Yeah.

- Here we go.
Here we go.

Come on.
Out you get.

- Nice umbrella.
- Come on, Tiff.

- Ugh!
Come on, Maia!

- Uh-oh, paps.
Look out.

- Cheeky bump?

- I don't actually
do Class A stimulants.

Didn't you read my piece
about casual cocaine use

amongst East London hipsters

funding 70%
of Mexico's drug cartels?

- Oh, God,
your generation is so boring.

- Oh, wow.

- You're gonna smash this.

- Thanks.

Go on.

- You're being
pretty fucking sanctimonious.

- Excuse me?

- I apologized in my message.
- What message?

- And you didn't
even bother replying.

- You went over my head!

- Ladies, ladies.
Look, you both did a good job.

Let's just get pissed
and have a good time.

- Are you serious?

What she did was unethical.

- Hello,
and welcome to the NOMMYs.

We are livestreaming
these awards today,

so don't forget to tag
your posts with the #NOMMYs!

- All rise.

- You're a fine one
to talk about ethics.

You appropriated
Richie's story.

- No,
you appropriated my story.

- Well, at least my version
might win you an award.

- Richie's about to find out
whether he's gonna spend

the next 15 years of his life
in a prison cell,

and you care
about a fucking award.

- Be seated.

We will hear the appeal
of Richard Campbell

against his conviction
relating to an armed robbery.

The initial appeal was denied.

However, this case
has been referred

due to an application
that there is new evidence.

Yes, Ms. Constantine?

- Everyone charged
with a criminal offense

shall be presumed innocent
until proven guilty

according to law.

Article 11

of the UN's "Universal
Declaration of Human Rights."

And yet,

Richard Campbell
was presumed guilty.

I say "presumed"

because there was
no real evidence against him.

A man in a hoodie held a gun
to a shopkeeper's head.

The fact that Mr. Campbell
could not prove he was

where he said he was
at the time of the robbery

meant a jury found him guilty.

Thanks to a witness statement

deemed not relevant
to the case by police,

despite meeting
the test for disclosure,

we now have new evidence

that categorically
proves his innocence.

- Why don't you start
a charity, hmm? Or a cult?

I mean, you've clearly got this
weird savior complex going on.

- I was thinking
about starting a charity!

both: Shut up, Si.
- I mean, we've already

got ourselves a cult leader.

And you're so indoctrinated,
why don't you just,

you know, offer yourself up
as a human fucking sacrifice?

- This is CCTV footage

taken from the doorbell
security system

of Mrs. Heron's neighbor
at number 37 Crescent Lane.

The footage shows
Mr. Campbell vomiting

into Mrs. Heron's driveway.

You will also note
the trainers he is wearing,

white Reebok Classics,

which were examined and found
to still have traces of vomit

despite being put through
a 60-degree washing cycle

the following day.

They do not match the trainers
that this man is wearing.

As you can see, the gunman
is wearing black shoes.

And if we compare times
on both films,

in order to be at that place,

at that time,

Mr. Campbell would have
had to run half a mile

at the speed Usain Bolt
broke the world record

for the men's 100-meter sprint

and have time
to change his shoes.

Good luck today.

Wish I was there.

- I think it's time
to go back in, you know?

- If you think
it's all bullshit,

why don't you just leave?

- I actually think that's
the best idea you've ever had.

You should pitch it.
- Guys, get involved.

Hey!

- Fuck you.
Fuck this.

- Oh, hey.

Where are you going?
We're up next.

- The award for Breakthrough
Digital Talent of the Year

goes to...

Tiffany Moore of Bother!

Hey, come on up here!

- Get it.
All right.

Come on.
Come on.

- Uh, thank you.

When I was started out in the
'90s, it was all about print.

I come from analog,
so to win digital is a...

Um...

I'm an immigrant,
but these guys are the natives.

And Bother would not be Bother

if it weren't for the raw,
young talent stood before you,

behind me.

So I'm just going to pass
the mic over to the future.

Tiffany.

- Thank you very much.

Yeah, I went into journalism
because I wanted to write

stories that were challenging
and meaningful.

But then I realized people
didn't really care about that.

It's all clickbait.

I guess real lives
and real feelings

are just too boring, and--

Hey, baby.

Tiffany Moore...

Will you marry me?

Come on, baby.

Give me that hand.

Don't spoil this.
Don't spoil it.

- Uh, no.

- She said yes!

She said yes!

Thank you!

- I didn't know
she had a boyfriend.

- Yeah, she doesn't.

- You've made me
the happiest man in the world!

Thank you NOMMYs!
Thank you!

Thank you!
Come on, baby.

- The fact that
this witness account

was available but not disclosed
in the first proceedings,

leading
to Ms. Constantine's discovery

of the new CCTV evidence,

is a grave injustice

to Mr. Campbell's right
to a fair trial

and renders
his conviction unsafe.

We are all in agreement.

I quash that conviction

and order that Mr. Campbell
be released immediately.

Mr. Campbell,
you are free to go.

Yes.

- There you are, my darling.
- Thank you.

- Thank you, thank you.
- Speech, speech.

- I want to start
by thanking my lawyer,

Ms. Maia Constantine,

who smashed it out
of the park today.

- Absolutely.
- Thank you.

- Order, order.

- And my mum, Pauline,

who sent me a Tesco fruitcake
every month I was inside.

- I nearly forgot.

- Because obviously,

homemade black cake
soaked in rum is not allowed.

Lastly,
but definitely not least,

my little brother, Leon,
for never giving up on me.

This man was so intent
on proving my innocence

that he worked
five night shifts a week,

rented his bed out to a random
girl he met on the Internet.

- And lucky I did.

Welcome back, bro.
- Thank you.

- I'm so proud of you.

- I was pretty great,
wasn't I?

- Yeah.

I really want to kiss you.

- Well, you can't.

Oh, my days.

- That better than pruno, yeah?

- I'll make you pruno
some time.

- I'm all right.

- Where's Tiffany?
I thought she'd be here.

- Yeah, she's coming.

She's
at some fancy award ceremony.

- Not an excuse.

- Actually...

I asked her on a date.

- What?

No, you never.

I know you didn't ask her out.
- I did.

And she said yes.

I'm so proud of you!

- Chill, it's not like
I'm getting married.

- That's it.
Deep breaths.

- Let's get out of here,
Tiffy, yeah?

- Can't you see
she's having a panic attack?

- Let go of me.
- I'm sorry.

Who are you?
- I'm Rachel, her colleague?

- Right.
Well, I'm her fianc�, so...

- Well, she's obviously over
the fucking moon about that!

- There you are.

Congratulations.

You have such a great voice.

- Did you do this?
- Yes.

- You snuck him in,
you gave him a microphone,

and you played the piano
for him?

- Yes.

- Adele! Really?

- I was just trying
to do a good thing.

I am trying to be
a good person.

I'm trying to educate myself

and check my privilege
and do better,

but you always make me feel
like I'm messing things up.

- Tiffany.
- And it's not Adele.

That song is actually
written by Bob Dylan.

- Tiffany, this is the guy
who cheated on you,

who threw you out of your home.

Now he's gatecrashed--
- I didn't throw her out.

Jesus, she should
have been thrown out

of that fucking flatshare!

That arrangement is illegal.

- Wait, did you--

- I was trying
to help you, Tiffy.

- By reporting me and Leon
to the landlord?

- Okay,
he is literally a psycho.

- You know
you can't trust Rachel.

- So you do know who I am!

- She's trying to break us up!
It's obvious!

She wasn't happy for you
when you won that pitch,

and she never once apologized
for changing your article.

- I did apologize.

- It's all right--baby.
- Don't touch me.

- Tiffany, give me your phone.

- What are you doing?

Wait, come on. Don't--
- No, get off it!

Yeah, he has been
deleting your text messages.

- That message I sent you,
apologizing,

the one
I thought you'd ignored...

She's lying.

- It is literally here
on the screen.

- How would I
delete her messages?

Jesus Christ!

- Did you used
to share passwords?

Yup, he's still signed in
to your account.

- She's jealous, Tiffy.
- Uh...

- You followed me to the bar
that night, didn't you?

You hate small plates.

- I don't hate small plates.

I just find them
very inconsistent.

- And Maia?
You deleted hers too?

- That's him.

- Do you have a pass, sir?
- No, I don't have a pass.

- Then you're gonna have
to come with me.

Right, you're gonna
have to come with me.

- Fuck off, mate.
- Bye!

- Fuck off!
Get off!

Tiffy, don't listen to her!

Get off!

- Thank you, Si.

- Oh, my.

Oh, my God, Tiffany!

- We won.

Richie's out.

Oh, my!

I said
I'd meet them afterwards.

- Come on.

- Finally, 4G.

And clickbait.

- Look, how about I get an Uber
and take you to the pub?

Yeah?
- Uh-huh.

- What the fuck?

Tiffany Moore,
will you marry me?

- Mo, come here.

She said yes!

She said yes!

Thank you!

- Play it again.

Tiffany Moore,
will you marry me?

- Hi, guys.
- Ariella XX here.

So I wanted to talk to you
about "love bombing."

I left the man in this
video a month ago

because there were just
too many red flags for me.

And thank God I got out of it
when I did...

- So she broke up with him?

I don't understand.

- I think,
don't try to rationalize.

- He could have
had me any time.

So why did he do all that?

Why did he tell me
all those lies?

- I told you,
he's a psycho.

- Well,
what does that say about me?

It's not your fault.

I'm sorry
I called you a wanker.

I actually don't understand
why wanker is an insult.

- No.
What's wrong with wanking?

- Exactly.

Look, it's here.

Hi.

- You look smart.

Did you win?

- Yeah, he's out.
- Oh.

Congratulations.

Would you like a hug?

- No, it's okay.

- Oh, cool, cool.

Wait.
What are you doing here?

- Didn't know where else
to come.

- Well, your timing
is impeccable.

Come on.

- Maia!
- What is this?

After everything.
All the phone calls.

All the messages I sent you
which you never reply to.

All that disgusting ros� wine.

You said yes?
- No.

Where's Leon?
- He's left. Tiffany--

- We're leaving.
- What?

- We need
to change our destination,

and don't even think
about telling me that

the app doesn't let you do that
once the ride has ended.

Wow.

- You just won an appeal

because you spotted a black
shoe on a grainy bit of CCTV

that you can't even see
what's happening

in a video
of your best friend?

- What do you mean?

- Of course she didn't say yes.

- Look who I found.

- Leon!

Would you like a drink?

- Wow.

Mr. Prior, Mr. White.

- Call me Johnny.

- How long has it been?

- Ooh, 63 years.

- All thanks to Holly.

She was a true romantic

and stubborn as hell.

To Holly.

- To Holly.

- To Holly.

- 63 years.

I can't believe it.

- That's because
your perception of time

is relative
to how long you've been alive.

And you can't
contemplate a period

of more
than double your own life.

- Hey, where's Leon gone?

- I don't know.

- And I thought
Tiffany was coming.

You know he asked her out
this morning.

On a date.

- A date?
- Yeah, yeah.

I mean,
I couldn't believe it either.

And she said yes.

- Oh, God.

I showed him the video.

- What?

Tiffany Moore,

will you marry me?

She said yes!

She said yes!

- What's the matter?

You look depressed.

- I'm not depressed.

I'm...

I should be extremely happy.

- Well, why aren't you?

- Okay.

The girl I like--

- Who is also his flatmate.

- The one I met in Brighton.

- Although they've
only actually met twice--

Well, three times
if you include erectiongate.

- Yeah.
Thank you, Al.

So this morning,

I asked her out,
like, on a date.

both: Ooh!

- She said yes.
both: Ah!

- And now, I find out
she's engaged to her ex.

- Oh.

- Oh, dear.

- It's probably for the best.

We're too different.

We wouldn't work as a couple.

Like, she's attractive,

and funny,
and clever,

but she's kind of
all over the place.

I mean literally,
with her stuff.

- You used to be like that.
- I was not!

- You were a bloody nightmare
to share a dorm with.

- Then again, I don't know
why she put up with me.

I get mad at her
about stupid things

like emptying the rubbish
and turning off light switches.

- Well,
these things are important.

- I told her to move out

when she was actually trying
to help my family.

I wouldn't share my earphones
with her.

Of course
she said yes to Justin.

I mean,
yeah, he's controlling,

and yeah,
he tried to get us evicted,

and yeah, he left his boxers
in my bedroom,

but he's got all the moves
and the hair

and he rides
a modern retro motorbike.

I wish them all the best.

I do.

You know, it was
kind of sweet in Brighton.

She said this thing.

"Everyone is quite fucked up,

but when I'm with you, I feel
a tiny bit less fucked up."

- Well, that's nice.

- Yeah.

Yeah, it was nice.

Oh, fuck!

It's not for the best,
is it?

Great chat, everyone.
Thank you.

- Voicemail.
- Look.

We need to find them
before they find each other.

Trust me,
I know my brother,

and he's terrible
at this stuff.

- What are you doing?
- I'm drinking your drink.

Now put your coat on, Maia.

Come on.
Let's go find them.

- So what's the quickest way
to the flat?

- Bus to Charing Cross,
then Northern Line, I reckon.

- We are not getting a bus.
- Come on.

Fuck!

- Taxi!

- To Hartshill Road, S-11.

- How many more floors?
- Two.

- You can't get out here.
It's not a bus stop.

- Look, I know
this isn't a bus stop,

but can you please
just open the door?

- It's not safe.

- I'm sorry.
I have to do this.

- Mate,
it's for your own safety.

Come on!

- Thanks.
Keep the change.

- We don't take cash!

- Hey, move!

Move, you fucking asshole!

Whoa!

Fuck! You!

You're a dead man!

- Tiffany!

- Leon?

Oh, shit.
Sorry, out of hours.

Uh, I'll come back at 8:00.

- You can't say yes to Justin.

You said yes to me.

I mean to going on a date
with me, not to marry me,

but you can't marry him
if we're going on a date...

- Leon--
- Because that would be wrong.

- Because
I'm not marrying Justin.

- But--
- Are you mad?

- What about the video?
- No, I didn't say yes.

Wait.
Why aren't you at the pub?

Why are you so out of breath?

- Because I had to tell you.

- I live here, Leon.

I'm not going anywhere.

- It's not that bad,
is it?

And much more storage space
than you'd think--

Hi.
You must be Leon.

Rachel.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I've heard so much about you.

You know, the first thing
I heard about was your, um--

- Tiffany!

- Oh, my God.
Just give me one minute.

- Tiffany, my love!
Come on!

Tiffany!
There you are!

Tiffy, let me in?

I'm sorry that
I handled things badly.

Look, can't you see?

I love you.
Can't you see?

We're meant to be together.

Nobody will ever love you
like I love you.

- Will you shut up?
- You shut up, old man!

I'm trying to declare
my undying love here.

- Well,
can't you do it quietly?

- You need to leave now,
Justin.

- No, no, you're mine.
And I am yours.

- No, Justin.
You're not mine.

And I'm certainly not yours.

I do regret having sex with you
that one time.

It doesn't mean that
now we belong to each other.

Oh!
- No, no!

- You can take back your ring.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Okay?
- What are you doing?

That is literally your rent
for the next six months.

- No, listen to me.
I gave you time.

- So what, that's Tiffany's ex?
- Yeah.

- Come on down.
Let's talk.

Me and you!
Please!

Let's just calm down.
- I'm not calming down!

Go away!
- Wow.

He has lost his absolute shame.
- I've had enough of this.

- What?
What are you doing?

Ooh!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Get the fuck away
from our flat!

Whoa!

No!

No, he just tried to kill me!

He just tried to kill me.
I'm calling the police.

You see that, yeah?
You saw that?

- What, harassment?
Stalking?

Not to mention
causing a public nuisance.

- Your friend is crazy.

I tried, but there's just
no saving someone like that.

- I don't think she wants you
to save her, Justin.

- What are you talking about?
She is gagging to be saved.

- I can see that
you're struggling with reality.

It might be helpful
to talk to somebody.

- I am not yours,
and I don't want to be saved!

Maybe I do,
but not by you.

And the only thing
I'm gagging for

is a bucket of popcorn chicken!

So for the last time,
fuck off!

- You want a ride?

- Go on.

- Thank God for that.

- Fuck!

- A big ego.

Delusions of grandeur.

A lack of remorse,
empathy, and shame.

- Are you diagnosing Justin?

- A classic narcissist.

- Oh, my God,
please diagnose me!

- There's nothing wrong you,
Tiff. You're okay.

- Hey, could I just...?

So sorry.
- Oh, hey.

You okay?
- Yeah.

- Well done for today.
- Thank you.

Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- So, um...

you know,
now that I'm not your client,

uh, do you maybe want to go
for a drink or something?

- Actually, I'm spoken for.

- Oh, mm-hmm.

Oh, I didn't mean
no disrespect.

I didn't know!
- It's fine.

It's actually, um--

it's actually the first time
she's publicly acknowledged it,

so thank you.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Sorry.
- Can I talk to you for a sec?

- Uh, yeah.
- Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I've been a self-centered dick.

And I'm actually really,
really happy for you both.

- Thank you.

And I'm sorry for jumping
to conclusions about the video.

- I mean,
it did look like I said yes.

- I mean, it did a bit,
but I should know you better.

I'm sorry.

- He'd been deleting all
my messages from my friends.

- What?
- So I'm a dick,

but I'm not, like,
a massive dick.

- I mean, no,
just a small, tiny dick.

- So where you
staying tonight, bro?

- I thought I'd stay here.

- Where, exactly?

- Well, on the sofa, innit?

- It's actually
only two-thirds of a sofa.

- There's
a full-length sofa at Mum's.

- Are you joking with me?

You want me to stay
with all them kids?

No chance.

- Well, as long
as you're comfortable.

- Yeah, yeah.
I'll be all right.

- Great!

- Guess I'll get you a blanket.

- So do I still need

to sleep on the left side
of the bed tonight?

That depends.

You change the sheets?

- Okay, what's next?
- Um, you hold this.

- This way?
- Mm-hmm.

And I'm gonna just dip.

And then I'll be back.

- See you in a sec.
- Okay.

Oh, my.

- You good?
- Mm-hmm.

Thanks.

Gone for a run.

P.S. I fixed the tap.

You're welcome.

- So do you want
to move in together?

- All right.

But I do have
a few house rules.

Firstly, I do think
we should have a cat.

- A cat is
a big responsibility.

- We could put the litter tray
on the balcony.

In fact, we could put your
litter tray on the balcony.

- I'm not a cat!

- Well, maybe you could start
by putting the loo seat down.

- Oh, okay.

Well, maybe you could start
to turn off the lights.

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