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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! - (BRAKES SCREECH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

ADDIE: (IN ENGLISH) I can't reverse on this road.

- (THUDS) - Can you help me, please?

- (ALL CHEERING) - Yeah!

- Friends? - Friends.

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

I haven't told what happened between us.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Hi.

Hi.

MARCUS: Dylan?

(SIGHS) What time is your flight?

- Mmm... who cares? - (LAUGHS)

Let's just lie here a little longer.

- MARCUS: Dylan? - Pretend I'm not leaving.

ADDIE: Okay.

MARCUS: Dylan, we've got to go!

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

(BOTH LAUGH)

(BOTH LAUGH)

DYLAN: What?

Don't forget your pants.

ADDIE: So nice to meet you.

CHERRY: Definitely stay in touch, yeah?

ADDIE: Yeah. Safe trip.

CHERRY: Have a great last week.

- Bye. - CHERRY: Bye.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(RADIO DJ SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

- So this... - (MUSIC PLAYING IN CAR)

...hot girl summer you're on,

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

It's a state of mind.

- (ENGINE STARTS) - Right.

Maybe I could message you in Bristol?

Yeah, I'd like that.

- (HORN HONKS) - MARCUS: Hurry up.

(WHISPERS) Wait.

Bye.

Bye.

(THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING PLAYING)

? Will it be a pavement or a sidewalk

? When I finally lay my eyes on you?

? Someone I've already loved

? Or will you find your way out of the blue?

? I don't know who you are

? But I'll save you a seat

? Hang my coat on a chair next to me

? I tried to reassure the waiter

? Say you're down the street

? He laughed at me

? The most beautiful thing

? That I have never seen ?

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

? Hot girl summer

? Rich boy wanna

? Hot girl summer

? Rich boy gonna

-? Won't play around - ? Oh, no

-? Won't hit the ground - ? Oh, no

? Oh, me, oh, my

? Let's fly and take a plane Get high

? Rich boy

? Just wanna be here I've gotta begin

? There's nobody here Can't stop me

? Just wanna be here I've gotta begin

? There's nothing to do Can't stop me

? Oh, me, oh, my

? Let's fly and take a plane Get high

? Cruel summer ?

Bloody post-it notes.

(SIGHS)

Mmm.

Period two,

Shukri, Mia,

Ethan, Sabina, er...

Ronniah, Justin...

(SIGHS)

Noah, Tom, Sasha, Bria.

(SIGHS) Oh, fuck!

(GRUNTING)

Back row, Amir, Ella, Tom 2,

this time he's taller.

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

Boom!

(SIGHS)

(MOBILE RINGING)

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...

ILA: I, erm...

Yeah, I'd better get to work.

- Gimme your money! - (EXCLAIMS)

(LAUGHING)

Ooh, early, eh? Trying to impress Daddy?

Shut up.

- (PHONE RINGING) - MARCUS: 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.

MILES: 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?

(EXHALES)

(FRENETIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Quiet, please.

Declan.

Sorry.

(BELL RINGING)

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.

ETIENNE: (LAUGHS) Yeah.

Anyways, keep up the good work.

(BELL RINGING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(EXHALES)

- (MOBILE CHIMES) - 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.

DYLAN: Shit.

(SUPERSTAR PLAYING)

? People always talk about Ey-o, ey-o, ey-o

(DEB AND ADDIE SINGING)

? All the things they're on about

? Ey-o, ey-o, ey-o

? Write it on a piece of paper

? Got a feeling I'll see you later

? There's something 'bout this

? Let's keep it moving

? And if it's good let's just get something cooking

? 'Cause I really wanna rock with you

Please, stop...

before I start saying things I regret.

This is the tenth time you've played this.

? My phone, my rules ?

DEB: Again! One more time!

? You just make me wanna play

ALL: ? Baby take a look around ?

? Ey-o, ey-o, ey-o

? Everybody's getting down Ey-o, ey-o, ey-o

? Deal with all the problems later

? Later

? Bad boys on their best behaviour

? There's something 'bout you

? Let's keep it moving

? I'm just gettin' to the groove and then

? You just make me wanna play

? If you just put pen to paper

? Got a feeling I'll see you later

? Make your move

? Can't we get a little closer?

? You rock it just like you're supposed to

? Hey! Boy, I ain't got nothing more to say

? 'Cause you just make me wanna play

? I don't know what it is That makes me feel like this

? Don't know, gotta be Gotta be a superstar ?

(SONG STOPS)

That's enough.

MARCUS: 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.

MARCUS: 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? - MARCUS: 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... - DEB: 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.

(TURN SIGNAL CLICKING)

(WIND BLOWING)

ILA ON PHONE: Can't be that bad.

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

in 30-degree heat with leaking tits.

(BABY COOING)

- 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. - (BABY COOING)

Love you.

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

We need to work on her nickname.

Bye, bye, bye.

(PHONE DISCONNECTS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

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.

(ENGINE WHIRRING)

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

Ooh.

Hello.

(GASPS)

(ADDIE LAUGHS)

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?

(LAUGHS) 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. - (LAUGHS)

You fancy being my map reader?

Hmm, okay.

- (KEYS JINGLING) - All yours.

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

but don't forget what she did to you.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(ENGINE ROARING)

Here, you can choose the music.

Cool.

- (GIGGLING) - What?

You didn't delete Abba.

(LAUGHING)

- ADDIE: I'm shocked. - (FOLK SONG PLAYING)

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?

DEB: That's weird.

She's following us, that motorcyclist.

MARCUS: 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.

MARCUS: 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! (SPITS) Ah!

Ooh, that's hot!

Ooh, water!

I think we're out. (LAUGHS)

RODNEY: Water makes it worse.

What you really need is milk.

Don't even think about it.

Hands off my milk!

(ENGINE ROARING)

(SIREN WAILING)

DEB: 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!

(SIREN CONTINUES)

(ENGINE STOPS)

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? - DEB: 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.

(OFFICER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

- 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.

- (LAUGHS) - 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. - (EXHALES) Okay.

(KNOCKS)

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

Addie.

Hi.

Hi.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Er, you look different-

I mean, I like your hair like that.

You're in a suit.

(LAUGHS) 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.

(SIREN WAILING)

Free does happen to be my favourite vintage.

(BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY)

(INSTRUMENTAL JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Thank you very much.

As promised,

free drink.

(GIGGLES) Hmm.

Oh, Marcus!

- MARCUS: Addie. - Oh!

(KISSES)

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.

(LAUGHS) As do you.

God, I've missed you.

I mean... yeah.

Dyl, your dad wants you.

(MOUTHING) 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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Do you want to get drunk?

- Yes. Yes. - Let's go.

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

MARCUS: 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. (CHUCKLES)

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.

(MARCUS SCOFFS)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

- Okay. (LAUGHS) - Yes!

(SIREN WAILING DISTANTLY)

(DOG BARKING DISTANTLY)

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. (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

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.

(GLASS CLINKING)

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.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You were gonna tell me about your daddy damage downstairs.

(CHUCKLES) 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.

(LAUGHS)

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.

MARCUS: 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.

(LAUGHS)

No, I'm serious.

DYLAN: 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.

(DYLAN SIGHS)

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

You can come if you like.

And bring your pens.

(LOUD BLUES MUSIC PLAYING)

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.

(MOUTHING) It's him?

(MOUTHING) 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.

(LAUGHS)

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, (CLEARS THROAT) what I want to do right now

is get cheesy chips-level hammered,

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

- (THUDS) - Shots all round.

(LAUGHS)

(MOBILE VIBRATING)

Are we finally on a date now?

I don't know.

(MOBILE VIBRATING)

Your phone keeps buzzing.

(VIBRATING STOPS)

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.

(BOTH LAUGH)

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.

(DANCE PLAYING)

? Well, I went to a bar and I wanted to dance all night

? So I swivelled my hips

? And I shook them all down to the ground

? I want to dance

? Dance

? Well, you swivel your hips

? And you shake them all down to the ground

? I want to dance

? Dance

? Yu-yu-hu-hu-hu

? Yu-yu-hu-hu-hu

? Yu-yu-hu-hu-hu ?

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKS ON WINDOW)

DEB: Okay. (CLEARS THROAT)

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

RODNEY: Mmm.

Is that a gun? Is that an actual gun?

You're being weird.

Hi.

(IN SPANISH) Hi. Is there a problem?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

DYLAN: (IN ENGLISH) She wants the paperwork.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(CHUCKLES)

RODNEY: (IN ENGLISH) Oh, God.

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

(OFFICER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

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

RODNEY: You're not qualified!

ADDIE: 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.

(SNICKERS)

Hey,

you're gonna be okay.

Promise.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

ADDIE: 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"?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) 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.

OFFICER: Are you trying to bribe me?

Do you have something to hide?

(NERVOUSLY) No, no, no, no, no, no.

He's just messing around.

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

OFFICER: And because I was just pulling you over

for the broken wing mirror,

but now...

Well, now I'm searching the van.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

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.

(SIGHS) Oh, thank God.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) 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.

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(ENGINE ROARING)

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?

DYLAN: 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.

(ADDIE SCOFFS)

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.

(FOREVER PLAYING)

That's me making the first move.

Okay, noted.

? Hey, you Oh, remember me?

? Remember love?

? Remember trying to stay together?

? My time, oh You took it all

I am so glad you gave me another chance.

(LAUGHS) Use it wisely because it doesn't happen very often.

I will never let you down again.

(ADDIE CHUCKLES)

? To try and get up and go

? Oh, na-na, na-na-na now Can't you see?

? It isn't fair to have your way

? But I'm trying to get your attention

? I need you to know that

? Hey, you, hey, you

? Can't you make this sane?

? I know, I know, I know ?

(GLASS BREAKING)

(MAN GRUNTING)

What was that?

Hello?

MAN: (GRUNTING) Ah... ow.

Marcus?

MARCUS: Ah...

MARCUS: (GRUNTING IN PAIN) 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. (LAUGHING)

DYLAN: 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. - ADDIE: Yeah.

(GIGGLING)

- 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?

(CHUCKLES)

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

Oh, Marcus.

Shh.

Happy birthday.

(KISSES)

No, Marcus.

No, no, no. No.

DYLAN: Sorry, I couldn't find my phone.

All right.

- Hold on to that. - (LAUGHING)

Right, hold onto that. Hold on.

MARCUS: Yeah.

Right, I'll call a cab.

- Can you walk? - MARCUS: 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.

MARCUS: (GRUNTS) Oh, ow. DYLAN: Yeah. Yes.

I hope you stay.

(DOOR OPENS)

MARCUS: Thanks, mate.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(EXTERIOR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

DYLAN: 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.

(OUT OF THE BLACK PLAYING)

? How did it feel when it came alive and took you

? Out of the black?

? It broke your skin and shook through

? Every part of me, every part of you

(ENGINE STARTS)

? You made a fool out of me

? And took the skin off my back running

? So don't breathe when I talk

? 'Cause you haven't been spoken to

RODNEY: Addie?

Addie! Addie, wait!

Wait!

? But a trigger for a heart bleeding blood

? From an empty pocket

? And I never knew why

? And you didn't care when

? You closed every door

? And washed away no sin

? And I promised you like you promised me

? But those vows we made

? We messed them up for free ?

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