The Last Weekend (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Friday - full transcript

OK, listen up, cos
you're not going to believe this,

but it's from the RAC,
so it's gospel, right?

They're saying that this weekend,
the big August bank holiday,

52% of you are on the move.

And, hey, that's not all.
Guess what I've just heard?

I've heard the wettest August on
record is running out of rain

and sunshine's on the way.

The temperature's rising,
so turn up the volume,

and let's all chill out to this...

Shut up!

Oh, no, I like this one. Come on.
I can't bear it any more.



How are we supposed to chill
when I'm melting?

It's like being braised in an oven.

OK, bend over.

What? Come on.

Do as you're told. Bend over.
Bend over.

Put your head down. That's it.

No, not to do that.

Stay. Keep your head down.
What are you doing?

You're gonna love me for this.
You're gonna love me forever.

What are you doing?

It's OK. OK, are you ready?

What are you doing?
Are you ready? Yeah! Oh!

See?

That is like melting.



Come on, it must help a bit, no?

Oh!

Rufus!

Are you licking my face?
Come on, lick it, Rufus.

Look, just thinking about diving
in that pool.

Good lad. Yeah, if they've got one.

Course they'll have one, it's Ollie
and Daisy.

They'll have an infinity pool, or
something.

Yeah, true.

Always something special.

Go on! Go on, Ian! Push him in!

Come on, Ollie!

Yeah!

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The Last Weekend
Episode 1

Based on the novel by
Blake Morrison

What are you doing, Ian?
There's no hard shoulder.

- I just wanna stretch my legs.
- It's dangerous.

Whoa!

Still no hard shoulder.

Wow!

Ever do stupid things twice?

OK. So this is where we broke down
on our way to Ollie's and Daisy's
three months ago.

I remember these pine trees.

Yeah, they rented
this country house in Suffolk,

and invited us down for the August
bank holiday weekend.

Ollie and Daisy, they're my oldest
friends. We met at college.

Well, Ollie's my oldest friend
because we were house mates,

but Daisy came along soon
afterwards.

Does anyone else have a problem
with long-term friends, or just me?

I mean, I love them,
you know, I do,

but, well, they never want anything
to change.

I'm talking pecking order.
Status.

Does this ring any bells?

Basically, you've gotta be the same
person that you were 20 years ago

which is fine, most of the time

but, erm, Ollie's very competitive.

As you'll see.

Now, that's a shot.

And when things gets as serious as
they got...

..and you're someone like me
who feels guilty about everything,

then, I think, along with
everyone else who was there,

you have to ask yourself
whether you played a part.

This is me retracing my steps and
I'm specifically here because...

..and this is very important, cos
everything feeds everything else.

And sitting waiting for the
breakdown truck,

I distinctly remember going over
a phone call I had from Ollie.

No, not the first one.

Not the one inviting us.

The second one. The one where he
called me at work.

The one where he thought
he'd be leaving a message.

Ollie.

- Oh, er, Ian.
- The answer's yes.

We are free that weekend
and we'd love to come.

And Em says 'Thanks,' and
'Will we see Archie?'

I said, 'Probably not, it is the
Notting Hill Carnival.'

Yeah, it's a tad awkward.

Turns out Daisy's already asked
someone for the bank holiday.

What do you mean?

Well, she's invited this...
this Milo chappy, you know.

What do you mean, Milo?
Milo who? Who is he?

I don't know his second name.
He's one of her designer clients.

We were wondering if you guys could
come the previous weekend?

No, we're fully booked for
all of August.

- Oh, well, in that case -
- I mean, I can ask Em this evening.

- I can't call her now, she's in a meeting.
- No, no, no. Ian.

Ian, no, listen.
Don't ask Em anything.

Let's leave it, leave things
as they are.

It's been two years,
for Christ's sake.

You and I have unfinished business.
It's been three years.

- Got to run. - Bring your weapons.
Come on Friday, early as you can.

Let's make the most of it.

I shall get you, you idiot!

Oi! Campbell!

Pack it in!

That's what you get the next time
you mess around with me.

Oi! Campbell, get away from him!

Get up. Get up. Are you all right?

Look what you've done. Me? I ain't
done nothing.

Campbell, I just saw you kick him.

Right, come on. We're off to see
Mrs Baines. Come on.

No.

- Campbell - I ain't going nowhere
with you. You can't make me.

Everything's connected, you see?

Everything.

And, no matter how guilty I feel,
I just have to remind myself...

..it's not like I'm a murderer.

Are you crazy?

It says 'No hard shoulder.
Stay in car.'

I know, it's just...

Are you worried about next week?

Oh, no.

I wasn't, thank you. Sorry.

No. No.

No, that's wiped from the mind till
Tuesday.

OK.

I was thinking...I wonder if
they're gonna give us uniforms.

You know, butler and housemaid.

Oh, hey, listen, I am not being
waitress again for the weekend.

I'm only joking. No, I'm serious.

If we turn up and they've got
friends there, we make our excuses

and we hotfoot it out of there.

We're the only ones going,
I know we are.

We'd better be. We are, I know we
are.

A bit of animosity there towards
Ollie and Daisy, wasn't there, eh?

No. Yeah, there was. Well, I'm sure
you'll have a lovely weekend.

We both will.

Ian, I am here for one thing
and one thing only.

Oh. Oh.

Well, you won't be disappointed.

No? No.

In fact, while we're waiting...

..what are we waiting for?

Come on, you said we've got to
do it as often as possible.

She got pregnant
in a lay-by (?)

People might see. Doesn't mater.

What?

Oh!

A couple of things before we arrive
I think you should know,

and Em knows this...

..but...I went out with Daisy
before Ollie did.

Have you ever been
in that situation

where you're socialising with
someone you've been intimate with?

Well, it's interesting, because
that intimacy is always there,

like a secret.

Talking of which, Daisy called the
night before we left,

to let me know that she had
something to tell me that weekend.

There it is. There it is.

OK. Exciting.

I'm going for
the long and winding road

through a canopy of trees to
a Georgian mansion.

Dream on. I think this is it.

Oh, my...

What a tip.

Not what I expected.

Oh. At last!

About time. Where have you been?

I thought you'd got lost or
something. Sorry, we broke down.

Tried to call.
No reception. One of the joys.

It's good to see you again,
Em.

Here's the man. Ollie. I'm not
shaking your hand. Come here.

It's good to see you.
And you, and you.

How are you? Grand, but hot.

You look trim. Yeah? So do you.

Come on, drinks.

It's Arts and Crafts, you know,
1920ish.

Name three people associated with
the Arts and Crafts movement.

William Morris. Yeah.
John Ruskin. Yeah.

John Ruskin - Saying the same name
twice doesn't count. Come on.

Gonna have to hurry you.

Could have had Voysey,
could have Burne-Jones,

should have had Crane,
even Rossetti at a push.

Yeah, but asking me questions you
know the answers to

and answering the questions isn't
clever.

Yeah, I know. Why do I enjoy it so
much? I don't know.

In here we have the dining room and
then, through here... Oi, come here.

..is the study.

And then, in here, we have the
kitchen.

And then, through here...

Come on!

..the living room.

You know, this hasn't changed
for 35 years.

What do you think? What?

What do you think?
They think it's a nightmare.

They think they've come
all this way to stay in this.

Oh, my God! Hello, Em.
Hi. Are you all right?

Lovely to see you again. Oh, here.
This is for you.

Oh, thank you. You didn't need
to do that. It's all right.

Oh, look, Ollie. Cava. Wow!

Smashing.

Hello, you. Hello, you.

Nice to see you.

Well, I like it. Actually,
no, I don't like it, I love it.

Ollie, later, get them a drink.
They've been on the road for hours.

Sorry, OK. I'll show you something
that is good about the place,

although you do have to leave
the house to find it.

Oh, wow!

Oh!

Oh, this is lovely.

Yeah.

As long as the sun shines,
this just about saves it.

And there's more. Come on.

When we first got here though
we arrived late,

it's tipping it down, we can't find
the lights anywhere. Creepy!

Oh, yes! Your dog. What's its name?
Rufus.

Hello, Rufus. What are you eating?

Yes, you are beautiful! Isn't he?
Go play.

Drinks are served in the sun trap.

Yes, the sun trap.

Here we have a sun trap with shade.

Oh!

I don't go anywhere else.
I lie out here all day.

Usually topless, the neighbours are
having a field day.

It's completely secluded.
I hope you'll join me.

Em, you are looking so well.
Thanks.

Why don't we set the lunch out?
Good food and drink we can offer.

Point of order,

Ian and I have to get a move on
if we're gonna get a game in.

We'll just have sandwiches or -
They've just got here.

Have you brought your clubs?
Yeah, sure.

And there's no jeans, no cords,
no shorts.

Have you got some chinos?
I didn't... Course he didn't.

What? Ollie, forget it. We can just
play nine.

You booked the restaurant for 7:30.

There's no dress code on the short
course.

We'll be done by six. Yeah, sure,
if no-one else minds. No.

Well, at least let them get
their bags in.

You could take the dog. On a golf
course?

Are you serious?

I mean...

I mean - What, the house?

Yeah, the house,

but the way we have to do
everything Ollie wants immediately.

Oh, you didn't want to play golf?

Yeah, I want to play golf,
but not instantly.

Well, at least there are no other
friends here.

Not a surprise. Have you seen the
place?

Oh, great, everything's ironed,
thank you (!)

No, it's good to see him.

Oh, no, it's really great to see
him.

What?

I don't know. It just all sounds a
bit gay.

Yeah, topless or not topless?
Yeah, not funny. Not.

No, Daisy can carry it off,
as I noticed you noticed.

Well, she's wearing
next to nothing.

Yeah, which makes this look like a
burka.

No, you look great in that. I love
you in that. Yeah?

Yeah, you know I do. Whoa! Don't
leave me.

Hang on, I'm coming.

Oh, God, I don't like this place.

It creaks, and don't say
you haven't heard it.

Do you mean it's haunted?
Don't even say that word.

Well, it's gotta have something
going for it.

Before you go, can you bring me
some water, please, with ice?

I'm busy. Ollie!

All right.

Ian, how are we doing?

Yeah, I'm coming as I am.
Is that OK?

Ollie and Daisy are control freaks.

This, I assume, is coming across
but, can I just say that

returning to the place where bad
things happen can be unsettling?

And what comes next triggered
everything, I know it did.

+

OK, so I did not see
what was coming next

and if that's down to the way
Ollie and I lock on to each other

when we're together, then I think
you need to know how we met.

Ollie and I were on the same course
at college for two terms

without saying
a word to each other.

I mean, I knew who he was.

Ollie was good-looking,
well-dressed,

very confident, sporty

and, let's face it, rich.

That vital ingredient,
especially with the ladies.

Whereas I was broke, hated sport.

And, yeah, I was good-looking
enough,

but I was at college to learn.

I was currently learning that
I didn't wanna do law any more.

I filled whole notebooks with
why it's a sham subject,

which it is.

So I was invisible to Ollie

until, one day, a prop forward
snaps his cruciate knee ligament
for him,

which is very painful,
and then he sees me.

What he sees, he doesn't like,
but he can't get away.

You know what they say,
opposites attract, so...

I know exactly why
I'm going to be a lawyer.

Good. Why?

I'm telling you. I'm just hearing
pompous -

I want to be lawyer because lawyers
are the guardians of morality.

What? It's their job to establish
the truth.

What? No. No, it's their job
to represent their clients.

They're hired guns and the best
lawyers,

the most successful are the ones

who get juries to find guilty men
innocent. It's not that simple.

It's simpler than that. Truth
doesn't come into it. How can it?

It can't. All truth is subjective.

And, today, he's a top barrister
and I'm a primary school teacher.

But we brought things out in each
other.

We complemented each other

and we discovered we'd each met our
match when it comes to being
competitive.

Anyway,
that bank holiday weekend...

Oh, wait, actually,
before we go any further,

there's another thing I think you
should.

Every year -
or at least when we can -

Ollie and I have a three event
triathlon for money,

which...which matters.

And it's become tradition to start
with golf, which I hate.

I think it's a knob's game.

One point per hole,
a put of less than 3' is a gimme.

And I get a two point start. No,
one point. We're playing nine holes.

You only get one p...
Yeah, right, very funny.

Tell you what, seeing as we haven't
done this for a couple of years,

how about we double the bet?

Call it 500 quid.

It's been three years, actually.
All right.

Even better, let's make it 750.

Or a grand. How about
we round it up to a grand?

I think that's probably a bit much.
No, a grand.

You're on for a grand. All right,
all right.

Come on, your tee off.
Have you been practising?

Good shot.

OK. One discarded tee shot without
penalty, free and gratis. Go on.

Have another one. Take it again.

Oh, yes!

One-and-a-half to three-and-a-half.
Now we're cooking.

That's my ball.

What? You just putted my ball.

Why didn't you stop me?
I thought you were joking.

About what? Joking?!

OK.

Your hole. No.

No, no, no, it's yours.
No, no, Ollie.

It's yours. It's my mistake,
your hole.

It's yours. Two-and-a-half each.

Beautiful.

Course you've been
bloody practising.

Sorry?

Good shot.

Have a discarded shot.

Take it again. Go on.

Free and gratis.

Take it twice.

I concede you in the golf.
One-nil to you.

What?

You're conceding?

No. No. Don't worry, it's best of
three.

I'll peg you back tomorrow, just not
at golf, OK?

My swing's gone,

which is hardly surprising,
considering what's been happening.

Why? What's been happening?

Ollie?

Apart from being given my cards,
not much, I suppose.

Which cards? What cards?

Nothing. Forget about it.

Let's go back to the house.

You know, it's where we spent...

..my last holiday with my father?

What is? The house.

Summer of '83.

Say Hello, Wave Goodbye. Soft Cell.
Fancy a pint?

Nice wheels. Three litre V8.

They don't make 'em like this any
more.

There you go. Lovely.

Thanks. Cheers. Cheers.

So...what's so serious that puts
you off your golf swing?

What's all this about being given
your cards, eh?

Have your chambers ditched you?

I've been given my cards
by the medics.

I've got an inoperable brain tumour.

I'm going to die...

as in soon. As in...

if I'm still around in
six months, it'll be a miracle.

Jesus, Ollie.

That's all there is to know, I'm
afraid.

Christ! Are you saying that there's
no hope?

Look, they've done an MRI. They've
seen it.

They've seen the brain tumour
and I go in next week

for a PET scan to confirm
it's malignant.

Erm...

So you're not certain, then?

Well, I am, I mean, I've done the
research.

I've got all the symptoms. Headache,
metallic taste in the mouth,

dizziness, blurred vision,
loss of golf swing.

That's the weird thing.

I don't care. Live, die...

So what?

Of course you care. No, really.
Honestly, nothing moves me.

Nothing gets to me any more.

I've got no feelings. It's like...

I don't know,
it's like I've been cauterised.

Nothing... At the
golf course, you lost your temper.

Yeah, all right, it's not...

It's not...quite what I meant.

I mean, I'm talking about the
nitty-gritty of what's to come,

you know, when we shuffle off this
mortal coil.

And if, as I suspect, it's
diddly-squat, then, you know...

..I could murder someone tomorrow.

Today.

It wouldn't bother me at all.

I've got no conscience.

I'm evil, Ian.

You'd better watch out.

+

All right, listen, don't say
anything when we get back, yeah?

I didn't mean to tell you. I don't
want anyone else knowing yet.

Yeah. Sure. Of course.

I mean, Daisy knows though, right?
You told Daisy?

Why did I...
What did you say, mate?

What? More than I wanted to.
End of discussion.

Ollie, should you be driving?
It's my last weekend.

This time on Fridays, I'm usually
telling teenage delinquents

not to do anything stupid
over the weekend,

which always works a treat
as you well know.

Who's this you're talking about?

Em's work, the boys she works with,

who she's thrilled
not to be dealing with today,

so let's change the subject.

Who won at golf? Oh, erm...

If it wasn't for the awful
clothes...

Really?

No, not your clothes.

The jumpers and hats...

Shit! Ian, what's going on?

There's somebody in the kitchen.

Archie, what's going on?
It's Archie?

What are you shouting about?

I didn't think he would be here.
You said he wouldn't be here.

He's standing there with a knife.
What are you doing with a knife?

Cutting a shoelace. It's a bread
knife. We don't have a shoelace one.

It's OK. Em, have you seen who's
here? Yeah, we said hello already.

I'm not gonna say
that you've grown, but you have.

It's good to see you.
How's things?

How's school?
Which way have you gone?

The restaurant we're going to is
fairly smart,

so if you want to get ready, we need
to be leaving in about half an hour.

Are you coming along? No. It's a
fish restaurant.

He hates fish. You hate it, don't
you? It's pointless, he hates fish.

Me and the dog'll look after each
other.

Archie, can you come and give me a
hand?

It's good to see you.

You can come if you want.

I don't want.

OK, well, there's
pizza in the fridge and beer.

Ooh, who said that? Archie!

Oh, my God. Yeah, close the door.

Do you know what
Daisy just told me?

Do you mean - Archie's dropped out
of school.

Hasn't been going since Christmas.
Took zero GCSEs.

What? Yeah.

And Ollie wouldn't let her call us.

No.

He probably thought we'd gloat,
which we would.

Oh, come on. Private education
fails.

We'd have a field day. No, we're
friends first.

It's crazy - I deal with school
refusers and you're a teacher.

Maybe we'll talk about it
later.

Yeah, maybe...not tonight eh?

Why not?

Oh, yeah, maybe.

I don't know. Let's see.

I'm just going to find an iron.

OK.

The truth is...I needed a moment
to take in Ollie's news...

..because, let's be clear,
Ollie told me.

He didn't tell anyone else,
he told me

and you've just heard
how proud he is...

..so that means
he wanted me to know for a reason.

And maybe, just maybe, he was
looking to the future

and letting me know that,
from that moment on,

I would have to be there for Daisy.

Looking out for her and...

..you know.

Because I can remember those times
with Daisy from 20 years ago

like they just happened.

She was so...

...so

...just lovely.

Just lovely.

And I was a pretty experienced guy.

But, er...

Kissing Daisy was amazing.

It's like she was pure,
but still available.

Not easy, though.
No, God, no. No, no, no.

No, she knew how to handle me.

Yeah.

I can conjure up our intimate
moments just like that.

Just like that, drop of a hat,
cos...

..well...

Well, how can you say that two
people are meant to be together?

You can't.

You can't say it's written in the
stars...

..but when you feel it,
you feel it.

And, then, what does that do
to me and Em?

Because Em is my wife, you know.

For better or worse.

For richer or poorer.

And it's like Ollie has given me
this terrible gift.

Then I started thinking, I wonder
if he's setting us some mind games?

Because Daisy has feelings for me
too, she does.

Why would she call last night
and tell me she has something to
tell me when she sees me?

And what is it?

My head was just full of her.

The thought occurred...

A quickie thought. What do you
reckon?

And then I told her about the
tumour.

Don't say anything. Of course not.

Well, unless they do.

No, they won't.

Ollie doesn't wanna talk about it
and Daisy doesn't know yet.

What do you mean, she doesn't know?
He hasn't told her.

He hasn't... How...?

How can he not have told her?
I dunno.

Look, I'm sure
he's got his reasons.

And what would they be?

I don't know.

Maybe he wants to wait until
he knows how long he's got.

Look, I'm not sure. I didn't really
hear him, OK.

He either said she doesn't know
or he doesn't want her to know.

I don't know. He doesn't wanna talk
about it.

How are you guys doing up there?
Two ticks, mate, just coming.

Ian? What? She can't not be told.

What does that mean? If Ollie won't
tell her, then we have to.

No.

Em, don't.

In my mind, the restaurant's just
down the road,

but on the map apparently
it's 20 miles away.

Great dress.

Come on, chop-chop.

Ollie, slow down.

I'm barely doing 60. I don't care,
it's blowy back here.

That is the last time you buy a
sports car.

You know, my dad used to drive a
Triumph stag. This could be his.

What, the same model? No, the exact
same car.

See that chip there? I remember it
from when I was a boy.

That's why I bought it. Paid over
the odds but, you know.

To sit where my dad sat...

Ollie!

Handles beautifully.

Are you all right? Yeah.

Yeah.

OK, erm, what shall we kick off
with? White? Yeah, to start with.

How about the New Zealand
Marlborough, please?

Listen, let me treat you.

Can we have a bottle of the Chablis
Grand Cru '92? Yes, of course.

And the, erm...

The Montrachet '83 please? Mm-hm.

Can we have them both opened and
brought to the table on ice?
Of course.

And also a bottle of the Chambertin.
Chambertin '72.

Certainly.

Christ almighty, Ollie.

They don't know what they should be
charging. They've got oysters.

Which ones? Their own natives and
Ardkinglas.

Shall we order a dozen of each?
Uh-huh.

Do you guys like oysters?
No, not for me, thanks. Yeah, sure.

Sorry, do you want to find your own
entertainment for this evening?

Maybe talk amongst yourselves.
Ian! Ian! They're staring.

Yeah, at the menu board.

Can someone help me out, please?

Sorry. Sorry. Misunderstanding.

Sorry. Cheers.

- It's nice.
- Yeah, it's good.

It's not the New Zealand
Marlborough...

...but it's good.

It looked fine to me.

- How's yours?
- Mm, fantastic.

Ollie, steady with the drink.
You're driving. It's Friday night.

The nearest policeman's in Ipswich.

- Anyway, this wine actually defines
the special occasion. - Really?

Yeah, we've got '72 -
the year of my birth,

'83 - the last summer
I spent with my father,

and then '92 - the year I met Ian.

- Oh! Cheers!
- And Daisy.

No, I'm '93. Oh.
That comes later, maybe.

Meanwhile, here's to old friends and
a great weekend.

Old friends and a great
weekend.

Oh, and the bet.

May the best man win, which isn't
happening at the moment.

The bet? What...?

What does he mean? What bet?

Ollie, do us a favour. Tell Em what
you're talking about

and what the origins of this are.
It's cool.

OK, well, it was, er...

My mum was throwing a party, wasn't
it? Mm. For our graduation. Yeah.

It was, yeah, she was just
showing me off to her friends.

He'd just got a first. Yeah, it was
all stockbrokers and their wives.

Ghastly affair. Anyway, we're all
drinking to cope

and I decided to hijack the event by
announcing my engagement to Daisy.

Indeed, I'm actually already in my
preamble.

Ian and Daisy are over by the pool.

Drunk. Yeah, very drunk.
Very drunk.

Could I have
everyone's attention, please?

I only wish my father
was still with us.

I would have liked him to have met
a very special person in my life...

..because, this evening,
I plucked up the courage to ask...

And, well, till death us do part...

My, erm...

Erm...

My good friend Ian.

Who's er...spurred me on
through college

and has agreed to take part in
a yearly best of three contest.

A triathlon, to honour and
commemorate

the wonderful times
we've shared at college.

So, please, a round of applause,
for Ian Goade.

Well done.

And then my mom said
she'd put up the money,

so it's more of a wager than a bet.

The money's not important. We can
forget about the money.

It's beating you,
that's what counts.

I'll tell you what is really funny.

I have heard this story I don't
know how many times, so many times,

and he has never mentioned
the engagement, the throwing up,

or the prize money.
Why dilute the moment?

So it's just me praising you, is it?

To round off the story, this is
the news I was going to tell you -

Ollie and I are finally
getting married, next month.

Oh, that's wonderful. Champagne!
No, Ollie! No more drink.

If you don't want Champagne, don't
tell people we're getting married.

I'll just make sure
he only gets one bottle.

Gosh.

Oh.

So she does know, then?

This is the woman who said
she would never get married.

Didn't want to, didn't need to.

But now, for financial,
legal reasons, here we go,

cos Ollie's dying.

Why not talk about it, then?

I told her about Mum today,

which is inevitably
about cancer and tumours,

and she was really lovely, but
I didn't feel like I'd hit a nerve.

So what, it's eat, drink
and be merry, for tomorrow we die?

+

Ollie, thanks for that, really.
It was so generous.

It was a pleasure. It was such a
lovely dinner.

Any time, honestly. Ollie -

The Leith police summarily and
arbitrarily dismisseth us.

I'm fine to drive. You've had
way too much to drink.

We'll get a cab. From where?

Darling, they don't have taxis out
here.

Safe as houses at night, you can see
the headlights. Get in.

I'll take it easy, I promise.

Em, in the front with me?

Ian, get in the back.
Come on.

Move over.

I had the oysters, by the way.

They're quite nice, if you like
hawked up phlegm in sea water.

I don't want you to feel like
I'm hiding things from you,

but I don't want you missing out
either,

because each piece of information
matters.

So...why hadn't I told Em about
Daisy being sick in the pool?

Well, with Ollie
obviously otherwise engaged,

Daisy needed looking after.

So I did what any other friend
would.

She had sick all down her, so I
couldn't just leave her like that.

And she wasn't that out of it.

Some memories get spoiled
when you share them.

I switch off, I have to.

I hear horrendous things sometimes
so, when court adjourns, that's it.

I don't think about it again
until I'm back in court.

That's what you have to do.
I know, I know.

You can't get emotionally involved
with clients, it's the pits.

You're right, but it feels like
you ought to get involved.

The moment you do, you can't help
them as much. Yeah.

Music? Yeah, why not?

Sorry. It's all right.

Do you want me to get it?
You're all right.

It's...

Ian, we're home.

Just you and me now.
As it was meant to be.

No-one else.

Ooh, looks like we have
another guest.

Darling?

Have you seen this?
This is like Hansel and Gretel.

Aw! Daisy, we're here.

We have a visitor.

Ian. Ian, we're home.

Oh, no. I do like being with you.

Oh, my God!
Do you know who that is?

It's Milo. Milo!

I couldn't stay away. Milo, hello!

It's Milo, one of Daisy's clients.

- I think I told Ian
he might be coming. - OK.

It's so good to see you.
Look at you!

It's so good to see you.

I didn't think you'd make it.

Oh, it's so great.

Hope I'm still invited.

Of course you are.

You don't need an invite.

Ian, tennis, round two.

This is a triathlon.
We're meant to test ourselves
against each other physically.

You enjoyed it. You enjoyed him
leaning on you. You fancied him.

- Come here. Come here.
- Get off me.

Spare a thought for Ollie, as he
didn't like this guy being around.

Where's your wife, Milo?

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