We haven't got any more room. Gotta get one more thing.
Rob, he doesn't need that.
Hey, at least you're in halls.
No damp patches, mice in the toaster.
Landlord with a baseball bat. Until next term.
Ignore him. He never even went to university.
I've had Mancunian squalor.
But without the sense of entitlement.
Bye, mum.
-I love you. -I love you too.
Hey, we're living the dream.
Footloose and child free.
Ready to rock 'n' roll?
I love you. I miss you already!
Freedom!
Love? Jo?
Jo?
You can't just keep...
You were the one who wanted him to go to uni.
I've got a viewing.
I'll call you later, okay?
He's not died, he'll be home at Christmas.
It might not float your yacht from the outside, Jack,
but once you see the inside.
-I love the house, Rob. -Really?
Great. I had a feeling that this might be the one.
Mate?
There's a school down the road.
Is that gonna be a problem?
I'm on the sex offenders register.
I'm kidding. Just fucking hate kids.
We all do.
Back to the drawing board.
You're all right Rob, I don't mind a bit of porn at lunchtime.
I'm actually pretty busy.
Ask your Finance Director how busy you are.
-What are you eating? -Pastie. I like to live on the edge.
Of what? Diabetes?
Did you take Jack Watson to view another property?
He's got three million in his back pocket, he's Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
Where do you think he got that three million?
-You shouldn't touch his money. -I'll dip it in Dettol.
I'm being serious.
You look a bit fucked Rob.
I don't mean good fucked.
You did hire me, which suggests you want to save your business.
I'm actually pretty busy.
Just make sure you look at those quarterly projections I sent you.
-Mhm. -Okay.
Or I will have your bollocks for earrings.
Well, Jo. You're burning up.
I'm hot and itchy.
I can scratch your itch.
How about you go feed the dog?
-Okay. Is that a euphemism? -No.
Ben. My office, now.
Actually, it doesn't matter.
Actually, you call a vendor a muppet in front of a client again
and I'll turn you into one.
-Hello Fred, you all right? -Rob, hi. I can't get into my car.
-You sold your car three months ago. -Yes, I did...
-Stupid me. -Tell you what.
I was gonna head on. Let me drive you.
-Okay. -Go this way.
Here, have some tea.
Oh, sorry.
I don't know where my head is today.
Have you been forgetting other things?
Well...
Not that I remember. Excuse me.
Oh fuck!
Are you okay?
All these damn doors, they look the same.
-It's okay pal. It's all right. -No.
No, it's not.
I don't know.
Whoa, it doesn't matter. Does it?
Fred, come on, it's okay.
Hey.
It's only gonna get worse, and he'll become a danger to himself.
I know. All right?
I know.
-He could just move in with us. -I didn't say that, did I?
It wouldn't be like when mum was dying.
-It wouldn't be as hard. -I don't want that.
-Why not? -I just don't.
Can't we be here, on our own, and be happy?
You don't know what it's like.
I can't focus on my work, I miss the kids...
I'm just rattling around this house all day by myself.
You don't have the monopoly on loneliness, all right?
Who's Gloria, and why did you steal her cup?
It's my coffee shop name.
I always wanted to be called Gloria when I was a kid, so.
Don't know if it's for me or Gloria.
Has Gloria got a missive crush on me?
Yeah. She thinks you're a good frontman.
-Not such a good businessman. -I've always hated Gloria.
Why have you got four branches, Rob?
We're gonna have to close two. And streamline the other two. Okay?
You're gonna have to get your head around it.
Have you thought of a new investor?
-I've considered my options. -Well...
Well, we can either call in the receivers or...
you can ask your wife for the money.
Give us time to restructure.
-How did you know about her money? -Everybody does.
Just ask her.
Swallow your pride, kid.
-Hi. -Hiya.
That's good.
Thomas, this is my parents, Jo and Rob.
Pleased to meet you. That's a lovely dress you're almost wearing.
Yeah, roll your tongue in. Dad.
-Robert. -No glasses?
-Contacts. -Ah, cool.
So, walk this way.
Whoa, did Santa relocate?
So... How did you two meet?
I was going for a bit of a dark period.
Black dog pissing against my leg.
And I ended up talking more to Sash than my girlfriend at the time
and here we all are.
It's all we need sometimes, isn't it? Just a really good listener.
Yes.
Must be antisocial hours, bar work?
I live in the flat upstairs so I trip out of bed
and into work still doing my flies up.
It's a beautiful home you have here.
Thank you.
We have so much these days, it's almost immoral, isn't it?
Have you heard from baby bro, mum?
No. I was hoping he'd text but...
Maybe he's enjoying his space.
I hear you've been going through a dark period of your own, Jo.
Yeah. Something like that.
Why don't you volunteer at the refugee centre, mum?
-You could use your languages... -No.
-Mum speaks like 20 of them. -Five, none of them perfect.
Wow.
All I can say is
"You stand on my penis, it's longer than average" in Portuguese.
Ta.
-You all right with the food? -Fine.
She only spent all afternoon in the kitchen preparing it.
It's just...
I had a really bad experience with an aubergine, once.
But I had some therapy for it
and I don't think we can change our beliefs about anything...
even aubergine.
-Bravo. -Thank you very much.
-Are you for real? -Excuse me?
Rob?
He's flirting with you.
-Dear lord, Jo. -Yeah. Welcome to my neurosis.
-Sorry about Rob. -Probably the wine talking.
No.
It's good wine.
Ah, what have we got here?
Wonder what this drawer says about you.
It says I love order.
Or... you really hate disorder.
What are you doing... No, stop!
-No, he's definitely not flirting. -Fuck off!
-You could do so much better. -Right. Okay, we're leaving.
-Clearly outstayed our welcome. -What? No, Sash!
Dad's been a fucking arsehole. Come on.
It was a lovely meal, Jo. Hopefully see you soon.
Happy hour, five till seven. Come, be happy, for two hours.
Cheers, Rob. Lovely to meet you both.
Rob?
Oh god. Sash? Guys, don't leave, please.
Just please. Come back in.
No. I'm so sorry.
-I'm not keen on this place either. -We can keep looking.
And the other thing?
Listen, Rob.
I'm not gonna invest in someone who can't sell me a fucking house.
No seriously, a 75-year-old, women only commune.
You can do whatever the fuck you like whenever the fuck you like.
Come on, Bobbin.
Come on, you lazy...
Bobbin?
Jo...
Jo!
This is all very mysterious.
I thought if you could see what was on our books or stock,
I thought it might be useful.
Did you?
Either I'm about to get fired... or fucked.
Come on, tiger. Even me out.
-I don't smoke. -You do.
Hello mate.
-How are you feeling? -Okay.
It's just a long time since I did that with anybody else.
Sorry if it was a bit quick.
Don't worry about it. Just a bit of fun.
It won't happen again, boss.
-Yours okay? Sure? -Yeah.
My steak's a wee bit chewy.
-How's yours, Bob? -It's fine.
You know her?
Yeah, it's Anna, our newish Finance Director.
Oh.
-Oh, wow. -Hello. Fancy seeing you here.
Hey.
This is my wife, Jo, this is Anna, this is Cathy and this is Jim.
-So how's finance? -It's great, thank you.
-What are you up to? -A date.
Oh.
It'll probably be a disaster.
They never look like they do in the pictures, do they?
What do they say,
you have to play the odds to find Mr Right, am I right?
-We're celebrating their anniversary. -How lovely.
-How many years? -We've been together forever.
15, since we tied the noose.
-The date's here. -You did well.
-He's fit.
Yeah, I did very well.
Congratulations. Jo, lovely to meet you. Bye.
Anyway, the husband who was having the party announced,
sometimes we get asked how we've stayed together such a long time.
He said something I'll never forget.
Go on, Jim. We're all ears.
He said the secret is
never fall out of love at the same time.
Very good. Excuse me.
-What? -It's true.
-You don't get it? -No.
Listen, one of you is always gotta be in love.
Isn't that kind of fucking depressing, Jim?
-Are you gonna sleep with him? -She's stunning, your wife.
I don't want you to sleep with him.
Twenty minutes late, and they said "No, we can't serve you."
The whole thing was absolutely... ridiculous.
They are my trophies.
I think we're gonna need the old...
-No, we'll be good. -Good.
We are gonna need it.
-Do you want me to do it? -No, not really.
Let me try.
Can you just... back off one fucking second?
I'll do it. Don't look at me.
What's she like, Jo?
-You don't want to know about that. -I do.
Well, you met her.
-She's funny, beautiful, smart. -Yeah.
You're definitely punching above your weight there.
-And? -And nothing.
I don't know, maybe it's her age.
We lost a child.
Oh my god. Sorry.
It was about 15 years ago. He was...
dead before he came out.
I don't know.
I just resent... being made to feel in the way.
Like... my feelings don't count.
I know it was devastating for her, but I lost a son too.
I felt it too.
I'm sorry.
Oh, god.
-Last in, first out. -Yeah.
I'm really sorry, Ben.
Anna started after me.
I'll give you a decent reference and you'll get a month's basic.
...we just lose interest in the same old
okayish sex we've been having for years.
Yeah, sex that doesn't blow our minds.
Hello, ladies.
Hi.
The first rule of book club, don't talk about the book?
We're forced to come to terms with
what we're really like on the inside, what's left.
I'm just so angry, all the time!
-Hope you're listening to this, Rob. -I'm living it!
-New painting? -Yes.
It's our imaginary commune which we'll form
once we've killed all our husbands.
And I'm working late tonight, at the refugee centre.
Again?
Listen... I need to ask you for a loan.
It's this fucking downturn, I... We've got a plan.
Close two branches, streamline the rest.
And go back to what we're best at; boutique.
It can work, but I just need...
I thought business was good?
How much do you need?
We'll go through the figures with you later.
Okay.
Okay to going through the figures or to the loan?
Okay to the loan.
Who are you and what have you done with my wife?
I thought I'd try to have a little more fun, because...
-What do you think? -I think...
I like it, it's a bit of a surprise, but...
It looks good, it looks great!
So this is where you hang out?
-It's a bit... -Don't belittle it.
Why would I do that?
The Lighthouse has had a cancellation this weekend
and I was gonna take my wife
but I wondered if you'd like to come instead.
I know you've always wanted to go there.
Hi. You must be Rob.
-Rob. -Nick.
-Hello mate. -Hey.
-Pleased to meet you. -Pleasure, hi.
Rob Harding. From Harding's Estates.
I see your for sale boards everywhere.
Jo actually suggested that we might do some kind of tie-in,
I don't know what, maybe a function of some sort.
We were talking about having a fund raiser, and it could
raise your profile, and bring in a bunch of cash for the centre.
Okay, that could work. That's great!
Brilliant.
Hello? Hi, Nick.
Darling, I'm so sorry, we must cancel that weekend to the Lighthouse,
it's just too much to organise.
We'll do it another time, okay?
Sorry.
What? How?
You haven't half got some swimmers there, kid.
The thing is...
I've lost a couple of babies,
nothing like you and Jo.
Ten weeks, eight weeks.
I want to keep it, Rob.
I would like it if you would...
if we could...
but not reluctantly, I don't want that.
Also...
I might have fallen in love with you.
So there's that.
I'm sorry it's so messy.
I don't do social media. I don't like term "followed", it's creepy.
I just don't wanna expose myself to the world.
She's really come out the other end, hasn't she Rob.
-She's done great. -Excuse me, I've just gotta...
-All right Bob? -All right Cathy.
Jo looks like she's in her element.
So... Are you shagging your Finance Director?
Ha! No.
-All right, dad? -In a minute.
Dad, seriously!
Finn, we will talk, just I'm really...
What are you two ladies talking about?
I was asking her about the hot date the last time we met.
A bit more lukewarm if I'm being honest.
It wasn't so great.
I'm starving, Sorry, it was lovely to see you, you look beautiful.
You too. Bye.
I have to go talk to more people with deep pockets, okay?
For fuck's sake! Can you look where you're going? Shit!
Fuck you.
Ben. It's a turn up for the books when you're a friendly face.
-Whoa! -Why don't you shut the fucking door?
No offence Rob,
but some of us need help to get through nights like this.
Rob. I think you've forgotten that that woman
isn't who you'll wake up with tomorrow morning.
You're married to Jo, who won't get out of bed,
who's mean to you, who won't fuck you.
That's not exactly true. She will get out of bed.
I'm fucking pregnant, Rob.
Or did you forget?
Yeah, it just went right out my head.
-Oh, nervous Nick. -Just a bit.
You've just gotta go for it, mate.
Do not be afraid For I have redeemed you
I have called your name You are mine
Please, welcome to the stage,
Rob Harding, founder of Harding's Real Estates.
Hello. Good evening.
A big round of applause
for the people who run this brilliant centre.
And Jo Harding, my wife.
And also...
And also the people who use this centre,
people who've actually got problems in their lives
who we seem to have forgotten to invite.
Actually, I tell a lie, we've got one...
Look at the state of him.
Dr Farid... Kassa,
who's gonna be talking later about fleeing Aleppo.
So thank you all for coming, and...
it's Nick next, so can you be nice, because he's been nervous.
Thank you.
Knock them dead.
Good evening.
For those of you who've come all the way down from London,
that strange smell that's been bothering you, that's... oxygen.
-Great speech mate. Not a dry eye. -Fuck off, arsehole.
Wait, I forgot my bag, I'll be right back.
Got it.
You're amazing, Jo.
Jo.
You're like a rare flower.
-It's not that complicated! -It is for me.
Fuck...
I vowed I'd never be the kind of woman who'd say this, but...
you're gonna have to choose.
You're gonna have to choose, Rob.
Just give me a couple of days to get my head straight.
Rob!
You're happier with me.
I'll see you later.
Okay.
Hello Jo, it's me, I just wanted to ring to say that I love you,
and I'm gonna cook something this evening.
something special.
As a well done for last night,
I'll pick up something up on the way home, and...
did I say that I love you?
All right, see you in a bit. Bye.
I know you're home! You shit fuck!
-Are you okay? -Tickety-fucking-boo!
-Oh you... -Are you drunk?
Oh yeah.
And I wonder why that is.
I know.
It's because of this.
No... this!
And this.
Are you gonna say something?
-It's not what you think. -Seriously?
It's not what I think.
You're such a fucking disappointment.
Have you any idea what it's been like living with you
for the last year, it's been a fucking nightmare!
Get out of my house!
Get out of my fucking house!
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