It was a mistake, John.
Make them with your family. Not mine.
Jason Maddox is a minor. Pretty major minor.
He's a MINOR.
From the bottom of my heart, what I said and did -
it came from the right place, and ended in the wrong one.
This is Diana and Dodi all over again.
I have to leave them.
If you really leave, say "goodbye".
I can see why Katie fell for ya.
# Katie in Canada... #
What did he mean, Sami? Time to go!
What did he mean?!
Can I come in? Yeah. You OK?
Where's he gone? I told you, asylum accommodation.
Back to the hotel. He's not speaking to me.
Peter and I just wanted to have a little chat.
Let's all sit down, shall we?
Everything that's happened, John...
..you need to know that adults aren't perfect.
Despite what you might think, adults make mistakes.
No, I definitely think that. Right.
That's all you do.
If you did anything right, I'd call the fucking papers. Language.
I'm telling you off.
Your mother and I going to get through this. Yes.
Taken a few hits.
There's been a few cracks, but we have strong foundations,
and tremendous structural integrity.
These twin towers are here to stay.
Peter. I'm terribly sorry, that got away from me.
What?!
Yes?
I actually get quite nervous, when you look at me like that.
I know you're not judging me, it just feels like you're judging me.
I AM judging you. Well, that's certainly good to know.
The case has been thrown out - caution for inappropriate language.
But...I've got my job back.
Would you like to walk me to school?
Have a good day. You, too.
Hello.
You OK?
I couldn't do it. It's all right.
I couldn't do it, I knew what they were thinking,
and I know they'll always be thinking it.
I can't do it, Peter!
You don't have to.
But what do you mean? They've offered me my old job back.
You don't have to take it. Find another.
But what about...? We'll be fine.
I'll be more than fine, we'll be happy.
Close your eyes. Don't be daft. Close your eyes.
Close...your...eyes.
Give me your nose.
Eyes.
Where do you see us?
Could be anywhere, what do you see?
Africa.
Theroux's? Mm-hm.
Middle of nowhere.
The only English people for miles.
Doing something we believe in.
Sounds like Zulu. Shut up. Sorry.
We're surrounded by locals...
Got to say, it really sounds like Zulu.
You've built a school. I'm teaching.
John has new friends.
We're happy.
But right now, I want to do something for my son.
You going to stay being a taxi driver?
Nah.
Surprise!
You're adopting me, as well?
Is Sami here? He's with you.
He came back here. No, he didn't. I haven't seen him for weeks.
Sorry.
- How did he sound? - Not good.
We had an argument. May I ask about what?
Him coming here. Well, that's it. He's gone to Berlin.
No. What do you mean "no"? It was so late, he was shouting.
He lost his mind. I haven't seen him like this.
Why did he leave you? Did you kick him out? No!
It's...complicated.
You means everything to him.
He loves you, Katy.
Hello?
All right?
Fortnite?
That's right, mate. Take it all out on a bunch of 12-year-old
Korean kids you'll never meet.
Come on. Shut it down.
Mum'll go mad if she finds you're still playing up here...
I'm just watching Sami's last game. Oh?
What's strange about this?
I don't know. Never played. Doesn't matter, just watch.
He's not fighting anyone.
He's just running.
Never fights.
Just runs away from it all.
Over the hills.
Runs and runs.
Here you go. Cheers, Alice.
All right? Have you seen Sami?
Not for a bit - why?
He's gone somewhere.
He'll be back. How do you know?
He promised me he'd say goodbye.
Would you let us know if you hear from him? Sure.
Heard from him!
What?
I-I don't understand.
We like crosswords.
"Jar twists", so...anagram of jar.
Think of another word for "both ways".
Oh, I don't know, I'm shit at these.
He promised.
Where is he? Where did he send it from...?
Greece. Well, where in Greece? Christ, it could be anywhere.
It could be one of the islands, it could be... Didymoteicho.
What? He's in Didymoteicho. How do you know he's?
It's written on the back of the postcard?
Well, for fuck's sake, Katy. Come on. Thanks, Raj. Bye, Raj!
What are you doing, Sami?
He hasn't gone on holiday.
You don't know that! He might have!
Didymoteicho's on the mainland.
Syrian refugees do not go on holiday to Greece.
That is like taking David Attenborough fucking seal-clubbing.
OK, so he didn't go to Greece, and the postcard's not from him.
Who says it's from him? He's right by the border with Turkey.
You know it's from him. It's a refugee crossing.
OK. Look, my point is he has gone away, he's on a break.
Let's not worry about it! He'll be back!
He's going home. Exactly, he'll come home.
No, he's going home to Syria. What?
That Greek town's right by the Evros River.
Googled it - refugees cross there from Turkey into Greece.
But he's going the other way. He's going back.
Who would do that? Someone who ran out on family.
Let's get him. Let's get him!
OK, let's all just take a breath for a moment - this is a theory
that you've worked out on the back of an envelope... Postcard.
My point is, we don't even know if any of this is true.
It's a long shot. If you want it enough, long shots can come true.
Oh, that's absolutely gorgeous. Who said that?
I don't fucking know - Lee Harvey Oswald?
He has gone home! Leave him alone.
I don't want to leave him alone.
Yes, well, you made that absolutely clear.
Oh, we're doing this again, are we? Oh, well, I guess we are! Yep. Yep!
I was under an enormous amount of pressure.
So was I. I found comfort in the gig economy.
Where did you find it? In the mouth of a ginormous man.
Aren't people funny?!
Maybe I needed that snog. Maybe I needed it.
Was he good?
Oh, he was tremendous.
Beard get in the way? You bet it did.
It was like pulling Hagrid. Oh, great, that sound really great.
Compared to you, with your tongue rummaging around like
a Boxing Day shopper.
Being held by you...is like falling into a fucking drying rack.
You want to know why I kissed him? You weren't there.
Oh, I see. Anything else you want to blame on me because I wasn't there?
World War I? AIDS? The closure of fucking Woolworths?!
We're wasting time! Let's go.
Right, let's pack! Not you.
I want to go with Peter.
Why me? Maybe you should - if you're so worried about Sami and I,
and it's clearly what John wants. Maybe you should take him.
Maybe I will. Turn it into a male-bonding trip.
Nothing would make me happier. Great. Great. Great. Great!
Have you seen this man? Very big, like a homeless Pavarotti.
No? Great? OK.
Excuse me. I know Greece is wrong place to ask this, but we're looking
for an enormous man with a beard.
You seen this man?
OK. Thank you. Enjoy the...wall.
Hi. Er, phone this number, if you see this man.
Have you seen this man?
You see this man?
Hell...er, maybe not. No. Right, erm...
Hello. Hi.
We're looking for this man - means a lot to my son.
I'm not your son. No, that's right.
I'm actually in a volatile relationship with his mother,
and he's just sort of came with the package. You're nice!
Came with the package? What am I, bubble wrap?
John. I was joking, John!
Where are you going?
John?
People like bubble wrap, John!
What's that?
It's a game that my father used to play with me on holiday.
What's it called?
It's called "Strawberry Ice Cream...
"..Taramasalata".
You start.
Ice cream.
Yep. That was...beginner's luck.
Cigarette?
Er...no. Sorry.
Thank you.
You surprise me.
I'm a conundrum, John.
Surprise me again.
I can dislocate my left thumb at will.
Go on.
That's fucked up. Language.
But, yes. Thank you.
You...you speak English?
No.
Right.
Harry Kane?
Harry Kane. Mm...Harry Kane.
Harry Kane. Harry Kane. Harry Kane. Harry Kane. Harry Kane.
Harry Kane.
Harry Kane. Oh...Harry Kane. Harry Kane.
I am Iraqi. What?
I...Iraqi.
Iraq! It's from Iraq.
Ooh, Iraq? Yeah.
Ahh!
Can you help us?
We're looking for a friend.
No. No.
Where's the crossing into Turkey?
Huh? Where would he cross?
Look, John, it's a big place.
He's not going to know where...
Thank you.
Which one was it?
Don't think he gives a shit.
Quite right, too.
Right. Back to the hotel.
Bye-bye.
Let's keep looking.
All right? Hi.
I'm going to invite myself in.
Come back to school. Please?
I tried.
Yeah, I heard. Hit that corridor.
It was like the landing craft hitting Omaha Beach.
You should have stuck around.
It was chicken schnitzel for lunch. Mm.
Give yourself a bit of time and call me when you're ready.
I'm not sure I'm coming back.
Come on, Katy. It's in your blood.
So's anaemia.
You can never really leave teaching, you know that?
It's like the Mafia.
Or LinkedIn.
It'll always be there.
Just got to find that passion again.
Think about that first spark, why you got into it in the first place.
Because Darren Lansley was going to do teacher training
and he went down on me at Monsters Of Rock.
They say it's a vocation.
Vocation for Darren Lansley.
I've been doing this job for nearly 20 years and, in the last few weeks,
it hasn't quite found the grounds to fire me.
I'm not really feeling the love in the room. You know what I mean?
I know this feels like a stain on your reputation.
It's not a stain.
It's a scar.
And every time I step back in that building, it'll open up.
I can't do that to myself.
I need a new start.
The kids will miss you.
Trust me, Diana, they'll care least out of everyone.
You sure about that?
Nah, I'm done.
Right, um...
Call me if you change your mind.
Yeah.
Come on.
What happened? It's a no.
Why? She doesn't like you any more.
I'll ask you one more time. Have you seen this man?
Doesn't say much, does she?
Hello, have you... Have you seen this...
It's all right, John, they're Greek.
They've got a lot on their mind at the moment.
Send me the location he sent us.
Oh, John.
It's a needle in a haystack, mate.
He's probably already made the crossing.
Please!
You've got to chase.
Not always. What do you mean?
Oh, God, John. I'm chasing Sami, chasing Elliot.
You're obviously just looking for a father figure.
And sometimes you need to settle... For you?
You thought Elliot was an arsehole. Yes. Yes, I did.
At least arseholes do something.
I don't know what it is you do. You're not an arsehole.
You're... You're an appendix. Thank you.
What's that make me? Stuck between an appendix and an arsehole.
Well, I'm not a doctor, John, but I'm pretty sure
it makes you a dick.
What was your dad like? Oh, God.
Did he live with you?
Yeah, yeah.
He sounded fun.
Not sure fun's quite the word.
Why?
I was seven years old, Christmas Eve, I can't sleep.
And I hear a noise downstairs.
So, I go down to the living room, and I find Father Christmas
completely naked on my sofa.
You see, my dad had been all day in the pub,
and he'd come back and decided to dress up as Santa Claus.
And he'd taken all his clothes off and put the hat and the beard on.
But he had passed out before he could do the rest.
Not exactly the sack I was hoping for.
Anyway, the next morning I woke up and Santa was gone.
Huge relief.
And I went to tell my dad, who was upstairs by now.
And he was OUTRAGED.
And he got up, sat me down, and he forced me to write
a letter of complaint to the North Pole. Whoa!
"Dear Santa. Well, I hope you're happy with yourself.
"This behaviour is unacceptable.
"You have let yourself down, you have let the elves down."
Oh, God. He was brilliant. He was.
He was... He was really brilliant.
What happened next Christmas?
That was the last Christmas I spent with my dad.
What's the moral of the story?
There's no such thing as Santa.
Men run away.
You don't always get a happy ending.
I'm going to find Sami.
Have you ever thought about living somewhere else, John?
Like where?
Have you seen Zulu? No.
Check it out. OK.
Right, sleep.
Goodnight.
John?
John!
Oh, mate.
I couldn't find him.
He's gone. It's OK.
It's OK.
Sami!
I'm so sorry.
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