Flack (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Clara - full transcript

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Hey, Mom.

Sorry I'm late. Forgot what cabs are
like upstate.

I'm in no rush.

Oh, fuck me, look at you.

How do you get more beautiful with
age? Is it just you?

Ruth can't fly. Course.

I'm only her mother.

She's about to give birth.
Already?

I guess you'll have to do.

So how are you feeling?
That feels like a leading question.



I feel ready to go.

I've been here for six weeks, alone.

Mom, I live in London.

I have a job. I called the centre.

I arranged for you to come here.

They actually said that it was

better to come see you on your way
out than on your way in.

Well, I'm sure they know best.

So how, was it? How was what?
This place.

Did they take care of you?
It was fine.

Well, you're welcome.
Oh, I'm sorry, honey.

Did you want a thank you?

I am. I'm so, so grateful.

I really, really am. I...



I'm just tired, you know?

This place is a fuck of a long way
from Manhattan.

I suppose you did that on purpose.

So how are you feeling? Peachy.

I have a theory that cats are the

most successfully-evolved creatures
on the planet.

They do whatever they like.

They go wherever they like.

I mean, even a dog you've got

to put on a lead. You ever tried

to put a lead on a cat?

I have.

Tea? Do you have coffee?

They can do whatever they like, and

then they have these human slaves.

Who follow them around and give 'em

a warm bed and regular meals

and clean up their shit.

Mike, why are you called
American Mike?

There were two Michaels in my class
at school.

Is that it?

Er, I used to have terrible

chapped hands when I was a kid.

My mum made me wear these

black leather gloves.

Gary Goodman said they looked like

the gloves that OJ Simpson

used to murder his wife.

Anyway, bit of bad news.

Doctor Dick's having his

gall bladder removed.

So I'm a little bit behind

on my supply. What?

No, don't panic. I've got a plan B.

I just might not be able to get 'em

to you till this afternoon.

I got the rest of it.

Got you some extra Ambien cos you

said the last lot weren't working,

but I don't need to tell you how

easy this stuff is to get hooked on.

So only use it when you

absolutely need to. Promise?
Promise.

Thanks for the, tea.

Text me when that stuff gets in,
yeah? Right.

Robyn, you son of a bitch.

This is Melissa. How's London?
Is it raining?

So, listen, I got your message
about Gabriel Cole.

I don't wanna get into it
on the phone, but he had a thing

with one of the girls in the office
here, and he got intense.

Put it like this - he's a man who
likes to get his own way.

Hey.

Mmm, naughty. I have to work.

HE URINATES
Don't mind me. Stay tonight.

I can't. Stay tonight.

Gabriel, I've been here for two
nights in a row. I need to go home.

I need clothes. I'll buy you new
clothes.

I don't need new clothes,
I need my clothes.

Well, see,
they will be your clothes.

Where, were we? Wash your hands.

Ladies, this is William Pendelton
and Beth Fennell.

Sorry.

William is planning to run for mayor
at the next London election,

and wants us to handle his campaign.

Look, I'm gonna cut to the chase.

I want to be party leader in
six years, Prime Minister in eight.

That's the golden goose we're
fattening up here.

London Mayor is the first step to
making that happen.

We don't really do campaign
politics. Exactly.

That's why you're perfect. Politics
doesn't do politics any more.

It's all about PR.

The last thing people want these
days is a politician.

Give them the stats, Beth.

Greater London represents 73
UK constituencies.

It's also home to 59% of the
black population of the UK.

If we could engage those voters, we
would have a significant advantage.

And I have something none
of my fellow candidates can offer.

I'm urban.

The mistake everyone is
making these days is

pandering to the old people,
who are living too long

and growing more and more
conservative-slash-racist with age.

You don't need to be a genius to
figure out there will be

a tipping point. Old people die.

Young people come of age.

We believe within the next
seven years,

as generation alpha reaches voting
age, the pendulum will swing

significantly enough to
command a majority.

And then all hail Mayor William,
who shalt be king hereafter.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Look, look, these kids have grown
up woke.

They spent their whole teenage years
listening to the adults

argue about Brexit and #MeToo
and Trump and climate change,

whilst not doing a thing about it,

and, as a result, they're
frustrated. They're angry.

Which means they'll vote.
And the good thing about these kids?

All they care about is image.

When was the last time you saw
a young person reading a manifesto?

Personality, not policy, wins
the day.

So long as they can feel like
they're being progressive enough

to shout about it on social media,

they will literally
take to the streets for you.

And what's more progressive than
voting for the brown guy?

Not to mention Beth here,
campaign manager.

She's a woman, and she's disabled.

Show them your arm.

No.
SHE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY

Please stop doing this in meetings.

So, what do you think?

Do you even have tea? I have wine.

So, how's London?

It's great, actually.
You really like it there, don't you?

Yeah, I do. Isn't it cold?

No colder than here.

On the shelf to left of the fridge.
The little tin.

This isn't tea. It's herbal.

Mom, I literally just
picked you up from treatment.

Not for pot.

Come on, baby, please!

It relaxes me.

That's my girl.

So, what do you wanna do today?

I kind of have to work.
You just got here.

Mom, the world can't just stop
every time you do this.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's not supposed to mean anything.

Every time I do this?

I'm sorry, am I inconveniencing you?

Please don't. Wait a minute.
Do you think that I was crying wolf?

Because let me tell you something,
sweetheart, I goddam meant it, OK?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just...

I'm anxious, you know.

It's these new meds they have me on.
They make me, ugh.

It's OK.

SHE EXHALES

God, you are so pretty.

Not as pretty as you. That's true.

But you sure are pretty.

Are you angry?

No. It's OK.

You're allowed to be angry.
I'm not angry.

Is Ruth angry? A little.

Ruth doesn't do "a little".

Wonder where she got that from.
Ooh! Guilty.

I'm sorry, we can't all be
emotionally detached.

So, let's do something fun.

What's fun? Ooh, let's go for
a carriage ride in Central Park.

Mom, I'm not paying 100 bucks

for some tired old horse to
drag us around the park.

Fine, I'm just trying to come up
with things to do.

When do we see each other?
We should do something nice.

You should rest.
I've been resting, for six weeks.

Let's go shopping. For what?
I don't know.

Ooh. Let's get manicures.

I have been dying to get a manicure.

I don't want a manicure.

For Christ's sake, Robyn,
can you just help me out here?

You're so fucking negative.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It's just... Come on.

Everything is just...

Everything is just, kind of a lot.

I guess if we're focusing on London
for now we need to show people

that you're not just another
polished politician in a cheap suit.

You need to show them your London.
Talk about your, your ends.

Well, I didn't actually
grow up in London.

I'm from Buckinghamshire.
I'm not going to lie.

I went to prep school with
the majority of the cabinet.

King's scholarship to Eton, four
years, classics at Balliol, Oxford.

I know I'm not exactly, you know,
Eminem,

but I've had my fair share of
scrapes.

I've eaten my share of jerk chicken.

OK, let's focus on your heritage.

Where are your grandparents from?
Er, Cambridgeshire.

Other side? Oh, right.

Er, Ghana. Have you been? Er, no.

No, my mother moved before I
was born.

She didn't really have any
family left out there.

Well, we're gonna need to find
some.

Second, third, fifth cousins,
it doesn't matter.

We're gonna need photos of you
with them out there.

The more, you know,
Comic Relief-y the better. Got it.

You're going to have to
talk about YOUR black experience.

The only thing is, I don't think my
black experience was that... black.

Look, Will, I don't care if you were

born on the moon with a
silver tablespoon up your arse.

You are a black man
and you have experience,

whether it's being called brother
or having your fist bumped

instead of your hand shook, being
asked where you're really from,

slowing down your walk home
so people don't think you're going

to mug them, being told your hair is
fun, having people tell you how much

they love R&B or Supermalt or
jollof rice.

You are authentic, whether you know
it or not.

We just need to get under the,
the skin of it.

I mean, I will say that at school
there was always the assumption

that I'd be excellent at athletics,
you know, and I'm not,

so, you know, that was difficult.

Ooh, wait, I think we've got it.

We're positioning him
as a crusader, right?

An outsider who stands up for what's
right in the face of adversity.

There's a UK First protest growing
outside Finsbury Park police

station as we speak.

They're angry because their

colleague has been arrested for
religiously aggravated harassment?

Posted a poo through
the door of a mosque.

Anyway, imagine black and white
image, nose-to-nose

with the fascists. No fear for his
own personal safety.

Outmanned, outnumbered.

Our hero delivers
an impassioned speech,

telling the protestors
he understands why they're angry

but it's the politicians
who are really to blame.

The politicians he happens to be the
antidote to. A speech for the ages.

All captured in a flurry of
camera phones.

And as a result
he is viciously attacked.

Sorry, what? Hate crime. Nice.

Police pull him from the affray.

Footage on repeat on every
rolling news station.

The man who stood up against the
rising tide of the far right.

You'll be a hero. A symbol. Martyr.

Just so I'm clear, we're saying
he should go and get beaten up?

Look, couldn't I just present a
MOBO or something?

We'll set the whole thing up.
Fake it.

We'll hire an actor for you to
confront at the protest.

Actually, this could work very well
for us.

Focus groups were saying William

needs to score better on the
masculinity front, too.

I'm sorry, what? Fun.

We're going to need to move quickly
if we want to turn this around.

William? You think it'll give me,
you know, Idris vibes?

Definitely. For sure. Absolutely.

Without a doubt. OK, fine.

But just make sure
they avoid the face.

SHE GASPS Holy flaps.

This place is meant to be insane.

They give you, like, this personal
shopper who just, like, brings

you dresses whilst you sip champagne
and enjoy Himalayan salt foot rubs.

God, I wish I could date
a gazillionaire.

You're his Pretty Woman.

Pretty Woman is about a prostitute.

Oh. Still. Why are you dressed like

you're about to show me where
the exits are?

My mum and dad are coming down to
take me for dinner.

I got it from samples. Is it OK?
Depends.

Do your parents think you're
a contestant on The Apprentice?

Tanya Bert just called.
She's freaking out.

Something about a tweet
taken out of context.

I'd better get round there.
Eve, will you run point on William?

Melody, can you find us
an actor for the demonstration?

Try the people we used for the
Cumberbatch mugging.

FYI, Honey Pup have sent a selection
of products as a thank you

for helping with their launch.

You might want to head over there

before the vultures plunder all the
quality merch.

Come on, Band Camp.

If anyone ever needed a free
high-end sex toy, it's you.

Are you coming? No, I'm good for
love eggs.

I'd better get round to Tanya's.

Why aren't you securing my spot?

No-one takes anything till
I'm there.

Mark the thieves' hands with a
Sharpie.

It's not like you to
turn down a free butt plug.

I've got butt plugs
coming out of my ass.

Nice shoes.

So, are you and Gabriel...?
It's just a bit of fun.

Right...

Oh, Christ, what is it, Rob?

Are you sure he's a good guy?

Sure, cos that's my type, right?
Good guys.

I mean, that really worked out
well for me last time, didn't it?

I'm sorry, that wasn't fair.
No, it's just I...

Look, Rob, I appreciate
the sentiment,

and I'm glad that we can be pals
again, but I'm just not sure

that we're at that point of doing
the whole boy-talk thing yet.

Sure. Look, go deal with Tanya.
I'll get things moving here.

We'll see you at the rally and I'll

see if I can save you some
nipple clamps, OK?

SHE SIGHS

OK, ladies.

We're doing this in order of need
and experience.

I'm afraid I'm trumping on both
counts.

Got one, got one.

Doesn't work? Ooh, these are good.

Sandra, order of need.

Hello, again. Oh, hi.

Um, how are you? I'm good.

Yeah, just thought I'd come for a
mooch, see if I could pick up

something for me and the boy. Great.

What sort of stuff was he into
when you guys were together?

Would he wear a vibrating cock ring?

You'd have to ask him.

Oh, my God. I've got one of these
bad boys. They're amazing.

Have you tried them?

I've never actually had
a vibrator before.

That explains so much. Excuse me?

OK, you're taking this. Um...

I'm not really sure I need this.

Honestly, I couldn't live without
one if I was single. Trust me.

Warm and constant, glass of pinot,
The Weekend on Spotify.

You'll never want to
leave your house again.

Yoink. That's Christmas sorted.

As you were.

'Scuse me.

THEY CHUCKLE

PHONE VIBRATES AND RINGS

OK, listen to this. Day care for

Teddy is going to cost
eleven hundred a month.

A nanny to pick up Kelly from
school and then watch them

until 5:30, that's £10 an hour.

Travel for me at peak is £13 a day,

so that's £1,588 a month.

Starting salary is 22K, minus tax,

so that will leave me with a very
healthy profit of £49.06 a week.

I mean, I actually don't know how
single parents do it.

Having a job is literally going
to bankrupt me.

Not to mention, I have actually

nothing that is appropriate
to wear in an office.

All of my clothes are, like, pyjamas

covered in barf or dresses I haven't
worn since I was 21.

Can I wear red to an office,
or will I look like a handmaiden?

Ruth, it's a job, not a date.

Relax. You dress yourself every day.

Just dress like you're meeting
Mark's parents.

OK, well now I'm nervous.
Look, I've got to go.

I love you, OK?

Blessed be the fruit.

So, was it helpful? What?
Are you asking me if I'm fixed?

Cos, honey, you know
it doesn't work like that.

I wasn't asking that. You're asking

me for reassurances I can't give
you. Robyn, please don't

put pressure on me.

Sorry. I'm not putting pressure
on you.

What do you weigh? Why?

I'm making conversation.

Did they make you do
a lot of talking?

You mean therapy? Oh, Christ!

Every day we had to sit in that room
and listen to each other make up

interesting excuses for why
we're all such fuck-ups.

Please promise me
you'll never go to therapy.

What? Why?

I can't bear the thought of you
paying money just to sit in a room

and have someone try to convince you
it's all my fault.

Anyway, it's all Jared's fault,
that motherfucker!

You haven't heard from him?

Dad? Yeah.

No. Why, have you? No. I...

Just wondered,
me being in the hospital.

How would he know? I don't know.

People hear about things,
don't they? People talk.

Facebook, I don't know.

The therapist told me I'm grieving
for the loss of my daughters.

What?

I'm not having this conversation
again. My abandonment issues.

Empty nest syndrome.

You never had a nest, Mom.

I'm just telling you what she said.

So this is our fault?

I'm not saying that.

I'm not doing this.

Look, I didn't ask you to put me
in that godawful place.

That awful place cost me
nearly half my savings.

Sam and I were
saving for a down payment.

Well, it's very sweet of you to
lay that at my feet.

I'm not laying anything at your
feet, I just...

It doesn't matter. Christ!

You've still got that nasty temper,
I see.

What do you want from me?

If you don't want to be here
then just do it.

It's not that hard to fucking die.

Not even you can get it wrong,
four times.

I will not feel responsible for you.

You cannot keep doing this shit to
try to get us to come back.

Why do you think
we left in the first place?

Oh, honey. Oh, baby.

Oh, oh, baby.

Shh, shh.

Mamma's here.

SHE SIGHS

SHE RETCHES

WATER RUNS

So, I'm in Waitrose,
buying stuff for dinner.

I'm making French beans and
mangetout with hazelnuts and orange.

What the hell is mangetout?

You know, the peas.

The little peas in suits.

Oh, you mean snow peas. I've no idea
what Americans call them,

but we call them mangetout,
and so does Ottolenghi.

What? The recipe.

It's from the Ottolenghi cookbook
that Addy got me for Christmas.

We're trying to do the whole vegan
thing, you know, save the planet.

OK, Tanya, I think we're getting
a little side-tracked here.

OK, so I got the French beans
and the hazelnuts and the orange

and the chives, and I'm going for
the mangetout, or snow peas,

and they're all out, except for one
soggy pack which is all brown

and past its sell-by-date.

You know, this is Waitrose.

I mean, at certain supermarket
chains you'd expect this

sort of bull dust, but Waitrose?

Tanya. So, I complain to the shop
assistant. He apologises.

I snap a pic and throw it up on
Twitter, thinking I might get

some free vouchers or something,

just saying, "This is disgusting,

"what is the world coming to?
Shame on you, Waitrose."

"Hashtag brown man get out"?

No, mangetout!

"Hashtag brown mangetout."

Oh, Jesus! It was an innocent
mistake.

It wasn't my fault people
read it wrong.

Why haven't you deleted the tweet?

I tried to explain it, but it's hard
to do in 280 characters.

I just kept getting these angry
messages. I freaked out.

I couldn't look at it any more.
Where's your phone now?

I panicked and hid it in the teapot.
OK.

We will just have to tell people
that your account was hacked.

Hacked? Who's gonna hack my account
to tweet about peas?

Well, do you have a better idea?

It's not my job to have a better
idea, it's yours.

I'm clinging onto this Springwatch
contract by a thread.

If the BBC sack me for...
OK, I get it.

Just give me the phone.
I'll draft something.

Oh, what do they want?

Oh. What?

That's weird. 14,027 followers?

Why is that weird? Because I
only had 9,500 this morning.

PHONE VIBRATES AND RINGS
Just a sec.

Yeah. I've got an actor. It's Matt.
We've used him before.

Yep, I remember Matt.
Eve's written it up. We're gonna

jump it in an Uber with William to
Finsbury Park Police Station.

Matt's gonna be there at three.

Eve wants you to brief him
while I meet the photographers.

Three? I just got here. OK.

I'm gonna have to go. What? Now?

It's an emergency.
Well, what do you bloody call this?

I'm gonna text you what you need

to tweet, and then after you post it
just sit tight. OK? No, Robyn.

I'll call you when I get off
the Tube.

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

No more mosques! No more mosques...

No more mosques! No more mosques!

Christ's sake. What? My keys.

Gabriel's taken my bloody keys.
What? He's done it before.

It's cos he wants me
to go back to his.

Yeah, that's weird.

Go find Robyn.

This is exciting, isn't it?
Political espionage.

Feel like we're in Bodyguard.

Look, are we 100% sure this is
a vote winner?

Are you kidding me? This is gold.

It's like This is England 2020.

Not a flat white in sight.
Ironically.

Do you remember your safe word?
Er, marmalade.

THEY CHATTER INDISTINCTLY

HELICOPTER WHIRS

OK, got the scripts.

All OK? Yeah, fine.

Just...

By the way, I wanted to say thank
you. For what?

Telling Eve about my appointment.

Oh, yeah, right.

But also, don't look at my stuff.

OK.

Melody? Matt?

You're not Matt. No.
Sorry, Matt couldn't make it.

He had an audition come
through for Call the Midwife,

so he asked me to cover for him.

I'm Leon, his flatmate.
Um, but, but you're...

Did he tell you about the gig? Are
you sure you're comfortable with it?

Look, a job's a job, innit?

I was just doing this profit share
underneath Waterloo,

so, I'm a bit broke.

Still waiting to hear back from a
bit on Doctor Who, semi-regular.

This, gay blue alien who has
a thing for one of her assistants.

Down to the last two,
but they said I'd hear yesterday,

so I think they've given
it to the other fucker.

Oh, kill me.

You do know it's quite physical?

Look, babe, I've played a bad boy
a ton.

At drama school we did this
production of Macbeth all

set on a council estate.

I played one of the witches and
we were like these chavs on BMXs.

We did a six-day-long
form improvisation.

We went a bit mental.

Day five we killed a fox.

My point is, is that I've got it,
the full immersion.

You're not gonna use my face or
anything, right?

Cos I did this advert for
Wall's sausages and we said that we

can't do anything that contradicts
the brand values.

I'm not entirely familiar
with their value system,

but I think it's probably best
if we obscure your face, either way.

I'm gonna go meet the photographer.

Here's your script.

PHONE RINGS

How are you getting on?
Uh, change of plan.

Matt is now Leon.
He's wearing a red hoodie.

Red hoodie, OK.
I've gotta go. It's Tanya.

PHONE RINGS

19,000. What?

I've got 19,000 followers.
PHONE CHIMES

Well, 19,810...
PHONE CHIMES

..11, actually.

OK, I've sent you the apology.
All you have to do is just...

I'm wondering whether an apology
might not be the way to go.

What do you mean?
PHONE VIBRATES

Oh, sorry, I have to put you on
hold. Yes? We're on.

The eagle has left the nest.

I repeat, the eagle has left the
nest.

OK, now, go. Now, now, now. Go.

Tanya, what do you mean,
not the way to go?

I just think a lot of people have
been touched by what I've said.

About the snow peas?!

My agent just called. They're
enquiring about Question Time.

You're gonna have to speak up.
I can't hear you.

They're looking for an alternative
POV to talk about the protests.

They think I could be the palatable
face of the far right.

That does not sound like a
good thing.

You always said I needed
more of a persona, a brand.

I meant like the woman who wears
wacky earrings,

not the woman who burns crosses.

Every drama needs an antagonist,
Robyn. It's like panto.

Speaking of which,
I've just been offered two of those.

Tanya, people think you're a
fascist! No, that's not true.

Listen to my Twitter feed.

"Finally, someone with the stones

"to say what we're all feeling.
GGoodman77."

"Need ppl like you to
fight for our free spitch."

She must mean speech.

"Loved you on Strictly. SOP1982."

She thinks I'm Rachel Riley.
Hm. Like.

THEY CHANT No more mosques!

No more mosques! No more mosques!

No more mosques! No more mosques!
No more mosques! No more mosques...

Muslim paedos off our streets!

Muslim paedos off our streets...

I've connected with the zeitgeist,
Robyn.

I mean, how often can you say that?

You were talking about mouldy peas.

Regular guest slots on LBC, reality
TV... a column on the Mail Online.

Muslim paedos off our streets!

PHONE RINGS

OMG, it's me agent.

Hey, lovely, talk to me.

Oh, my God. What did they say?

I can't hear you, I'm at this thing.

LOUD CHANTING CONTINUES

MULTIPLE CAMERA CLICKS

Uh, wh... why are you doing this?

What do you hope to achieve?

Piss off, mate.

I know you feel angry,
and you feel confused,

and the world is a terrifying,
scary place right now,

and when the world feels like that,
all we want to do is lock the doors

and protect ourselves from what's
on the other side.

But the truth is, what is
on the other side of those doors is

the only thing that can save us,
each other.

We are not enemies.

You're looking in the wrong
direction.

HE SCREAMS EXCITEDLY

Doctor Who! Semi-regular.

..they want you to be angry.

They want you to be numb.

They want you to blame those below,
because while you're busy

looking down, it is those above who
are stealing from you.

Stealing your rights, stealing your
liberties, they are stealing

your privacy and they are stealing
your peace of mind.

They are stealing your compassion
and your communities.

But let me tell you, it is only
as a global community that we can

beat the existential threat that we
all face.

That's it. We don't make the world
better by looking down.

We make the world better by
looking up. Hm?

Brown man get out.

Ha-ha. Brown man get out.

PEOPLE CHANT Brown man get out.

Brown man get out.
Brown man get out.

Brown man get out!
Brown man get out...

Marmalade.

SHE GASPS

SHOUTING

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Broken nose. Three broken ribs.

Bruising to the arms, face and head.

Eight broken fingers
and a ruptured spleen.

He's predicted to win the
mayoral elections by a landslide.

Do you know that polar bears can
smell a seal from over a mile away?

They can even smell it through
three feet of ice.

I'm not sure exactly what
happened here,

but if there is a problem
in my office,

I will smell it...

..and I will deal with it.

Leave.

Robyn.

If there's something you want
to tell me, I will listen.

I am invested in you.

No.

Cleaning chocolate off his balls
with hand sanitiser

and a used tissue.
LAUGHTER

Well, he was due on stage to
present in, like, five minutes,

and Caroline would have killed me
if he hadn't...

Oh.

I'm envious of you. You know that?

I wanted to do what you do.

Travel, have a career,
an exciting life.

But... I had you.

I was a baby.

I was a firework.

White fire. Everyone wanted me.

Mm-hm. And then...

SHE CLICKS FINGERS
..just like that, decision was made.

It was his parents who made us

go through with it, you know,
the marriage.

I'm sorry I was such a
horrible mother.

Mom. I just wasn't built for it,
you know.

I hated it.

Not you. God no, I loved you.

God, I loved you, and little Ruthy.

I...

I hated it.

There was never very much of me
in the first place,

motherhood just took it all.

Before I realised,
it was like I didn't exist any
more.

Anyway, I don't know.

SHE CHUCKLES

Life is exhausting
if you're not very good at it.

Nobody is. That's not true. You are.

You are good at it.

You have no idea how good at it
you are.

You were better at it at
12 years old than I ever was.

Well, kind of had to be.

Maybe that was my little gift
to you.

Hey, so, I was thinking, maybe you
could fly back to London with me.

You could be there for Ruth,
help take care of Kelly.

You'd have to crash with me and Sam,
but, change might do you good.

That would be wonderful.

Still can't believe I'm
a grandmother.

How the hell did that happen?

I love you, Mom.

Baby, I love you.

You're my little sunflower.

Hm-hm.

Gabriel? I thought
we were meeting at the restaurant.

If this is some kind of weird
surprise, you'd best know that

I don't always react well.

My mum threw a surprise party for my
11th, and when they jumped out

from behind the curtains
I punched my grandad in the face.

In here.

Wow.

Howard Hughes, as I live
and breathe.

Are you going to say hello?

Or look at me?

I'm sorry, I'm just...

Honey.

Um... I got the new dress you
requested.

Is that one of the ones
I picked out? I went off-piste.

You like? Sure.

Are you going to be wearing that to
the restaurant? It's just that

the whole Shia LaBeouf, haven't
showered in a week, took a dump

in a bag and sold it on eBay thing
is just a little... 2014.

I'm sorry, I'm in the middle of
a crisis.

I'm not gonna be able to make
it to the restaurant.

I'm sorry? It's the prototype.

I've been going over these
schematics again and again,

and, and, and they don't work.

They won't work.

I've got to get the weight down,

and if I don't get the weight down,
everything here is fucked.

I have a similar crisis about

getting the weight down pre-Ibiza
every year.

The key is no carbs for a week
and bring a one-piece.

Eve, this isn't a joke.
I cleared all my plans.

I didn't ask you to cancel
your plans.

Oh, come on, don't ask me
to choose between you and my work.

I'm not. You know how important
this is to me.

I'm trying to create something
truly innovative here,

and everybody wants me to fail.

The press, well,
they think I'm crazy.

Nobody seems to understand how
important this work is but me.

OK. Look, you're clearly otherwise

occupied, so I think that I will
just... No, no, wait.

I said I couldn't make it to the
restaurant, but...

Why is there a gang of Japanese
people hiding in your kitchen?

I figured, since I couldn't make
it to the restaurant,

I would bring the restaurant to us.

Gabriel, this is insane. No.

This is Yoshikasu san.

He is perhaps the finest sushi chef
in the Western hemisphere.

He and his team have elegantly

prepared tonight's dinner,
just for you.

So, please, take a seat,
enjoy the view, have some sake,

and I will be with you as soon
as I am done.

OK?

So, you've been here before?

No, I haven't.

It's a really nice treat, thank you.

Sounds like you're out every night
anyway, from what you're saying.

I don't know where you find the
money to be eating out all the time.

Pret a Manger is not eating out,
Mum. It is to me.

Let her live her life, Linda.

You're only young once.

So, have you seen much of this
Craig?

We broke up, remember? I told you.

Oh, well, I'm sure there's another
handsome young chap

just around the corner, eh?

I'm actually just really
happy on my own at the moment.

Hope you're not on those apps.
Mum, I'm 25.

I appreciate that.

All I'm saying is,
you want to be careful.

I was a magnet for lesbians
when I was your age.

I was, um, wondering if you've any

plans to come back up and stay
for a bit?

I mean, your room is just sitting
there how you left it.

You know I work every day.
By the time I get up to yours

I'd have to turn back round again
and leave. Yeah, well, it would

just be nice to see our daughter,
that's all. You're seeing her now.

What's going on?

Your father's cancer has come back.

What do you mean? I thought
they got it all out.

They did.

It's come back.

I'm so sorry.

MELODY SOBS

Here. I'm sorry.

Hey.

Sorry I'm late,
it's just had a bit of a day at...

Hey.

Sam, what are you doing here?
He told me your news.

Sorry, I assumed that...

That you would have told me,
but of course you didn't.

Look, I just want to apologise for
the other night.

You caught me off-guard, you know,
I was hurting, I was angry.

I don't think I really realised

just how fucked up things had
gotten between us. OK.

Look, Rob, I haven't forgiven you.
OK? That's something that you

need to earn and that we can both
work on, you know, but this baby...

No. Rob, this is what we both
wanted, and... No.

Maybe everything that happened...
No, you're too late, Sam.

You're too late. What do you mean?

Why, what happened?

Rob. What did you do? Robyn.

Rob...

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SHE SOBS

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SHE SOBS

I think it just captured what
a lot of people were thinking.

There's a lot of people out there
who look around them

and feel that England just
isn't their country any more.

That doesn't make them fascists.

Their grandparents fought the

fascists to defend this great
island.

All they want to do now is
defend it again.

Can you turn that off, please?
Depressing, isn't it?

You staying in the hotel? Uh-huh.

Gonna buy me a drink?

OK.

Double Grey Goose, rocks,
three limes, please.

Blush by Wolf Alice

Having a good night?

Peachy.

Can I see your room?

Brooklyn Bridge, please,
and take the long way.

SHE SNIFFLES