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Grace, I'm... I'm sorry.

I still care about you, Addie.

I want to forget I ever met you.

Oh, shit!

I can't reverse on this road.

Can you help me, please?

Yeah!

-Friends? -Friends.

If you're trying to get close to him again, you should know

I haven't told what happened between us.

Hi.

Hi.

Dylan?

What time is your flight?

Mmm... who cares?

Let's just lie here a little longer.

-Dylan? -Pretend I'm not leaving.

Okay.

Dylan, we've got to go!

-I think you've got to go. -No!

What?

Don't forget your pants.

So nice to meet you.

Definitely stay in touch, yeah?

Yeah. Safe trip.

Have a great last week.

-Bye. -Bye.

So this...

...hot girl summer you're on,

is it strictly a Spain-only thing, or...

It's a state of mind.

Right.

Maybe I could message you in Bristol?

Yeah, I'd like that.

Hurry up.

Wait.

Bye.

Bye.

or a sidewalk

my eyes on you?

out of the blue?

next to me

Oh, no

Oh, no

Get high

I've gotta begin

Can't stop me

I've gotta begin

Can't stop me

Get high

Bloody post-it notes.

Mmm.

Period two,

Shukri, Mia,

Ethan, Sabina, er...

Ronniah, Justin...

Noah, Tom, Sasha, Bria.

Oh, fuck!

Back row, Amir, Ella, Tom 2,

this time he's taller.

Louie, Yasmin, Declan, Amira, Ali and Fred.

Boom!

Deb?

Deb?

Deb, have you butt-dialled me again?

No. Maybe. Yes.

But wait, don't hang up.

How's your first week been?

I've barely seen you since you got back.

I know. I know, school's been amazing, but intense.

And I am so proud of you.

But what I really want to know is,

have you met this guy in real life yet?

Er, no.

We're both still struggling to actually get a date sorted.

Feels like we left it too long.

Maybe it was just a holiday thing,

and we should just leave it like that.

You literally described him as a walking fanny flutter.

You can't let this go. Just give him one last chance.

Shit, I'm late. Okay, I gotta go. Bye, bye.

Who knew you were such a hetero dating guru?

-See this bow? -Mmm-hmm.

Full of strings.

God, I love you.

No, I didn't... I didn't mean it as in...

I, erm...

Yeah, I'd better get to work.

Gimme your money!

Ooh, early, eh? Trying to impress Daddy?

Shut up.

Mmm.

So what are our plans tonight?

I need some next-level debauchery

before my quarter-life crisis kicks in.

Is it desperate to send another message

if she hasn't replied yet?

Mate.

This is clearly a slow fade situation.

Just move on.

Dylan.

Have you, er, finished the risk capacity report

on our Harman account yet?

I, erm...

Yes or no. Not a hard question.

Just doing a quick read-through for him now, sir.

Right, well, I need it ASAP.

Yes, sir.

Er, sorry, it's just

your meeting at 12:00 is now at 11:30,

and I've compiled a list of the names

for the Delaware scheme.

All right, get me a cup of tea

and one of those bagel things.

Oh, and not one of those shitty sesame ones like last time.

Plain.

Sorry.

I know he can be a bit...

Please tell me you've at least started that report.

What would you do without me?

Quiet, please.

Declan.

Sorry.

Okay.

Homework on the origins of Gamelan due Tuesday, please.

Thank you.

Er, Bria. One sec.

Your summer assignment.

AI is not advanced enough yet.

-I can always tell. -Tell what?

I can tell you've got more flair and humanity than this,

and I know you're really good at music.

Your practical mark from last year was excellent.

Last year, Miss Williams used to let me use the music room

after school.

I play violin.

Okay, well, you can use this room whenever I'm here.

Er, but not right now, Bria, 'cause you've got double maths.

You don't actually know all the names already, do you?

Wow.

I mean, I've got uncles

whose names I still struggle with.

Well, Christmas must be awkward for you.

Yeah.

Anyways, keep up the good work.

A-ha!

How's that for a slow fade?

She wants to meet for a drink tonight.

Oh, shit.

"Or forget it"?

As in tonight or it's over?

To be fair, she has got a point.

I mean, she cancelled because of work

and then you took three days drafting a reply.

Jesus, why do I even know of this?

What shall I say?

"Tonight, I promise."

Tonight? But we're going out.

-It's my-- -Good work, Dylan.

And Marcus too, I suspect.

So good, in fact, I want you to meet the account holders

at the reception tonight.

As in tonight, tonight?

Well, yes, Dylan, that's what the word means.

Shit.

Ey-o, ey-o, ey-o

they're on about

I'll see you later

get something cooking

rock with you

Please, stop...

before I start saying things I regret.

This is the tenth time you've played this.

Again! One more time!

Ey-o, ey-o, ey-o

all the problems later

on their best behaviour

and then

I'll see you later

you're supposed to

nothing more to say

wanna play

That makes me feel like this

That's enough.

Can't believe you'd rather have toes for fingers

than fingers for toes. It's just insanity.

That is how "would you rather" works.

Also, I kind of like feet.

And I've just been sick in my mouth.

-Right. Addie, your turn. -I'm very much not playing,

-thank you. -Oh, but I've got

such a good one.

Would you rather be a black hole of emotion

or an emotional black hole?

Marcus, let's just give this game a rest,

-yeah? -Fine. Your turn.

Would you rather be a complete pushover,

or... oh, wait, you've already made that choice.

Christ, this is fun. How much further?

-Definitely behind schedule. -Already behind schedule.

Fuck, so am I. Um, Dylan,

can you pass me my bag? It has my pump in it.

-Er, yeah. -Oh, great.

I've always wanted to see how one of these works.

-Er, is it electric... -Thanks.

...or does it require hand-pumping?

Yeah, now we are definitely pulling over.

We just had a designated pitstop.

We don't even have time to get the wing mirror fixed.

I'm sorry, but we can't.

Can't be that bad.

Hmm, you're not stuck in a tin box of passive-aggression

in 30-degree heat with leaking tits.

-Have you told her yet? -To move out?

Look, I know she can't stay in Rosie's room forever, but...

Erm, I've got to go.

Love you.

Love you, Rosie-posie bear, boo-boo face.

We need to work on her nickname.

Bye, bye, bye.

So, how much of that did you overhear?

Just the really private bit about asking Addie to move out.

Okay, so I know you've got this whole

cheeky dickhead vibe going on,

but you're not gonna breathe a word of this to Addie.

Mmm, maybe.

Marcus. I'm being serious.

Well, it looks like I've pulled.

No way. She's very much barking up

my sexual orientation.

You have a kid. Surely your sex life is over.

Piss off, Marcus.

Ooh.

Hello.

Sorry. You just looked like you needed it.

Thanks.

It's hot in there.

I think my sweat patches have got sweat patches.

I know you'll have already done the maths,

so, can we still make it on time to catch that lift off Grace?

Just. If Deb's boobs behave.

Only I promised to teach Krish the waltz,

and I don't want to let him down.

You can waltz?

No.

Do you want me to help you stretch your glutes, Marcus?

It's really important on a long drive.

No, I'm fine with my tense glutes.

Thanks, Rodney. Oi, Dylan.

Share the love.

Sorry, there's none left.

I think there's some in the van.

Sorry I can't help out and do some of the driving.

I forgot until you literally just said it,

but I don't think I ever took you

off the insurance after we...

So, I mean, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, you could.

Well then, this is a good thing.

Chauffeur reporting for duty.

You fancy being my map reader?

Hmm, okay.

All yours.

This, erm, this little flirty thing you're doing is cute,

but don't forget what she did to you.

Here, you can choose the music.

Cool.

What?

You didn't delete Abba.

I'm shocked.

Oh, God, not whiny folk music.

You know, white men with guitars should be banned.

-No offence. -Er, some taken.

Do you still play?

Er, not with work and stuff at home.

I was really sorry to hear about your dad.

Why aren't you teaching anymore?

That's weird.

She's following us, that motorcyclist.

Well,

looks like she did want a bit of

this prime real estate after all.

-Wanna bet? -Always.

How will you know which one of you she fancies?

Dating app. Search radius one mile.

Oh, damn, my phone just died.

Dylan, give me your phone.

Ha-ha, no chance.

We know you have all the apps,

so I don't know why you're pretending--

Just leave it.

Fine.

If I can't play I'll eat my way through the boredom.

Oh, I forgot, I've got some, erm,

magic chocolate my tai chi instructor gave me.

Nah, more of a savoury kind of guy.

Yeah, unsavoury.

Oh! Ah!

Ooh, that's hot!

Ooh, water!

I think we're out.

Water makes it worse.

What you really need is milk.

Don't even think about it.

Hands off my milk!

Oh, shit, guys...

She's telling us to pull over.

She's not a cop, right?

She's not in... she's not in uniform.

Oh, my God, she's undercover.

She's an undercover cop.

What do I do?

-Pull over. -But we're gonna miss Grace.

Dylan!

We haven't actually done anything wrong, have we?

I think there might be a rule against

throwing breast milk at a police officer.

I don't remember, erm,

paying for that stuff in the petrol station.

-I'm a thief? -Maybe...

Maybe it's just a... a routine thing.

I don't have my driver's licence.

-What? -It was in my wallet.

-Swap! Swap, quickly! -Okay.

-Guys, we can't pull over. -Why? We already have.

She's literally coming over.

There are drugs in the van.

-What? -Oh, my God, Rodney,

when you said "calming chocolate..."

Yeah, it's mushroom-flavoured calming chocolate.

It's meant to be really good for anxiety.

-Oh, my God. -Works like magic, apparently.

Oh, fuck, Rodney,

that's magic mushroom chocolate.

-Is that bad? -It's illegal, Rodney.

It's drugs.

Oh, right.

I think I'm having a panic attack.

What the fuck do we do?

-She's coming. -Okay.

-Er, excuse me for one second. -Yeah, no problem.

Addie.

Hi.

Hi.

Er, you look different--

I mean, I like your hair like that.

You're in a suit.

I suppose you're not used to seeing me so...

Covered up?

I think there was a fully-clothed goodbye.

So is this one of those, erm, bars

that's like hidden behind a desk or something?

I messed up.

I have to be at this work thing, just for a bit,

but there are free drinks.

I promise we don't have to stay long,

and then the night is all ours.

Free does happen to be my favourite vintage.

Thank you very much.

As promised,

free drink.

Hmm.

Oh, Marcus!

-Addie. -Oh!

My favourite little housekeeper.

How are the young minds of today?

Teaching is great, thank you, Marcus.

Yes, well, you certainly do look the part.

As do you.

God, I've missed you.

I mean... yeah.

Dyl, your dad wants you.

Come, come.

Don't worry, I'll look after her.

Please don't, like, kill each other or anything.

I can't make any promises.

No, me neither.

Alright.

Do you want to get drunk?

-Yes. Yes. -Let's go.

So, erm, that's Dylan's dad?

Yes.

You see, Dylan likes to make out his dad's a very mean bully

who doesn't care about him,

when actually

he's a very mean bully who really cares about him.

Whereas mine doesn't even know my birthday.

Yeah.

You don't have to have a father wound to work here but it helps.

What's it like having a normal dad?

Mmm...

Yeah, rich kids don't get dibs on daddy issues.

Do you know what? This is quite

a weird first date. I think I'm gonna go.

No, no, no, no. Addie, Addie. Look,

Dylan wouldn't forgive me if I don't give you a reason to stay.

Just... please, Addie.

There's something I want to show you.

-Okay. -Yes!

You wanted to talk?

So... did I... did I ruin it with the big L word?

I mean, not the L Word,

the seminal lesbian TV show.

I mean, the other L word. The love word.

-The word "love." -I've got something to tell you.

Is that what I think it is?

Because, erm,

I hate to break it to you,

but that would be a medical miracle.

I've been trying for a baby with a friend

as a donor for a while now.

And I should have told you,

but I didn't expect this, us, to happen so fast,

and for it to be so good, and if you're falling for me

the way that I'm falling for you,

then you need to know that in spite of everything,

this comes first for me.

And if that's not what you want, which I completely understand,

then we have to stop.

-I-- -I know it's a lot.

Yeah.

It tastes like meeting your soul mate in the smoking area.

Mmm.

It tastes like the inside of a briefcase.

The world's finest whiskey and still she's not satisfied.

Well, I was promised a date this evening.

I'm doing my best.

You were gonna tell me about your daddy damage downstairs.

Oh, come on.

I'm gonna be the one giving Dylan advice

when he screws it up with you.

-I need all the context. -That is such bullshit.

Well, say you were dating me. Right?

Age seven,

off to boarding school,

no phone calls, no visits.

Tough love.

Yeah?

I hear more than five rings in a phone call

and I'm right back there.

So, if I'm dating a girl...

You need someone who will always answer the phone.

Or someone who really overcompensates at Christmas.

So go on then.

How to stay clear of your daddy issues?

Let me see.

Don't...

er...

leave me to start a second, better family.

Ah.

Yeah. The practice child in me sees the practice child in you.

May at all even out in the inheritance.

Well, I already got mine.

He left me his van.

See, this is why you and Dylan will never work out.

You're much too interesting for him.

No, I'm serious.

There you guys are.

Sorry, it took ages to ditch Dad.

I was just leaving, actually.

Wait. What?

Addie?

Addie? Addie, wait please.

Look, this can't be our first date.

I messed up.

I'm so sorry, I just wanted to please everyone

and ended up pleasing no one.

I don't know why but I just stole you all these pens,

'cause I remember you saying how the school didn't

give you any pens.

Those are the good ones.

I'm... I'm gonna go for a drink.

You can come if you like.

And bring your pens.

Er, she'll have a Guinness and Black,

and I'll have a white wine,

and sadly, you do have to pay for them in the real world.

It's him?

Yeah, it's him.

Why are you getting him to pay for drinks?

You do know that I work here.

Trust me, he owes me one.

But I mean, a baby, like an actual human baby.

That's just madness, right?

Right?

And like, sure, in the future, but even then there's

all the... the homophobic tax on IVF,

and whose egg, and whose womb, and whose sperm and...

I... I can't even keep succulents alive.

But you really like her, Debs.

And no one can keep succulents alive.

I was an accident.

Go on.

Well, my parents didn't plan to have me,

and it kept them together,

when in hindsight, maybe it shouldn't have.

What I'm trying to say is that it's really kind of cool

that every part of this is chosen.

Yeah.

She must be really serious about you.

Yeah, well, what I want to do right now

is get cheesy chips-level hammered,

and that's not possible with a baby, so...

Shots all round.

Are we finally on a date now?

I don't know.

Your phone keeps buzzing.

Wow. Okay. Wow, you must be serious.

Why did it take us so long to make this happen?

Work, life...

and those are shit excuses.

Maybe we were...

I was... scared.

I know what you mean.

But I have thought about you every day since I got back.

That's intense.

I had to say it quickly before something else happens tonight.

It was easier in Spain, wasn't it?

I just, I forgot that

life back home was so full.

I'm sorry that you had to make the first move tonight.

You can make it up to me.

Come on.

Come on.

I wanted to dance all night

to the ground

to the ground

Okay.

Everyone be cool. Rodney, don't be weird.

Mmm.

Is that a gun? Is that an actual gun?

You're being weird.

Hi.

Hi. Is there a problem?

She wants the paperwork.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

Why don't I take you to your happy place?

You're not qualified!

This is a nightmare. This is...

this is an actual nightmare.

It's all fine. Just chill.

Do not tell me to chill when I could get a criminal record.

I'm a teacher, for God's sake.

Hey,

you're gonna be okay.

Promise.

I can't stand this.

Hi, erm,

is this because of the stuff I took by accident?

Because I promise it really was an accident and--

And I am so sorry about the milk thing.

That was a proper mistake and, erm...

Dylan, how do you say "breast milk"?

Hey. Hey there.

We met before.

Dyl, what's Spanish for

"take the money and let's move on," yeah?

We don't want any trouble.

Are you trying to bribe me?

Do you have something to hide?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

He's just messing around.

We're late for a wedding, you see, and--

And because I was just pulling you over

for the broken wing mirror,

but now...

Well, now I'm searching the van.

Nice one.

She won't find it. It'll be fine.

You'd better hope she doesn't.

She wouldn't even be searching the van right now

if you hadn't shoved money in her face

like you own the entire world.

Oh, sorry, I forgot,

that is what posh boys do in every situation.

Yeah, 'cause that's me, isn't it?

I'm just like every other rich white boy.

You are free to go.

Oh, thank God.

Erm,

he's just really keen to make the wedding.

But I am giving you a fine.

So that's a fine for the wing mirror,

and for harassing a police officer.

Enjoy the wedding.

See?

I was right, Addie, as usual.

The cops all yours, Deb.

I didn't fancy her anyway.

Too authoritarian for me,

which you think would be my type, but actually it isn't.

Right, let's hit the road.

Addie, let's go.

How dare you think is funny?

Whoa. Addie.

-Nothing actually happened. -I got a fine, Dylan.

Which we will pay for.

That is not the point.

He did something stupid

that could have messed things up for all of us,

and once again he gets away with it.

-How is that fair? -So wait,

you want him to get in trouble?

You want all of us to be in trouble right now,

just to teach Marcus a lesson? Is that what you're saying?

No. I...

Maybe. I don't know.

I'm just-- I'm sick... I'm sick of him,

men getting away with shit.

You are blowing this way out of proportion.

Yes, of course, you side with him

and I just get a lecture.

Yeah, 'cause he's always been loyal to me.

You wanna talk about that now?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, actually, maybe I do.

Because you're acting like this morally superior head teacher,

but you won't ever look at yourself

and take some fucking responsibility

for your part in anything.

This is about more than just the wing mirror,

isn't it?

Shh.

I'm not doing this.

That's me making the first move.

Okay, noted.

Oh, remember me?

to stay together?

You took it all

I am so glad you gave me another chance.

Use it wisely because it doesn't happen very often.

I will never let you down again.

Can't you see?

to get your attention

What was that?

Hello?

Ah... ow.

Marcus?

Ah...

Ah... Ah!

Shit.

I tried calling you.

You didn't answer your phone.

The door was on the thing,

so I did the thing with the, erm, the...

the window.

Yeah, I can see that.

How drunk are you?

Are you high?

I really hope so,

'cause I'm actually very scared of blood.

No, Marcus, come on.

Oh.

Am I interrupting?

I thought we were going "out" out tonight.

Should I call an ambulance?

No, it's a waste of their time.

I'll call a taxi. But look, I'm gonna need more towels.

-Mmm-hmm. Yeah. -Would you mind just...

-Keep an eye on him. -Yeah.

-Fancy seeing you here. -Mmm.

-That's enough of that. -Mmm.

Are you gonna tell him about earlier?

What's wrong with you tonight?

Hmm?

My dad's not the only one who forgot my birthday.

Oh, Marcus.

Shh.

Happy birthday.

No, Marcus.

No, no, no. No.

Sorry, I couldn't find my phone.

All right.

Hold on to that.

Right, hold onto that. Hold on.

Yeah.

Right, I'll call a cab.

-Can you walk? -Yeah.

I'm gonna come with you.

No, no, the wait at A&E will be long,

and no doubt tedious.

But please stay. I'd like you to stay.

I know it started badly, and ended in a trip to A&E,

but I...

I still had a really great first date.

Alright, mate. Come on.

- Oh, ow. - Yeah. Yes.

I hope you stay.

Thanks, mate.

And then this.

This this is exactly what I'm talking about.

You just run away, every time.

The Addie curtain closes

and suddenly no one is owed anything.

Just leave it, Dylan.

For two years, Addie... Two years!

You've given me nothing,

-no explanation. -Because you do not deserve one.

-Are you serious? -Why should I bother

if you're gonna blame me for everything Marcus fucks up

and I'm the one getting shouted at again.

It's always him over me, and it always was.

Stop fucking blaming Marcus

for everything that happened between us.

It wasn't his fault. It was all yours.

Everything that happened.

All the lies you told.

Marcus kissed me.

He tried to kiss me.

came alive and took you

and shook through

every part of you

off my back running

spoken to

Addie?

Addie! Addie, wait!

Wait!

bleeding blood

like you promised me