Man Up

Hey! Guys!

Come on.

Hi.... What?

Hello, Ryan. I'm Nancy. What's this? Why...

Has it, uh... What's your, uh...

Hey...

It's too much, I think.

That's funny, look at that.

It's Ryan, right? Isn't it? It's Ryan...

I mean, not as in Ryan Wright. Like, your name's not Ryan Wright.

Though you could be. You could be Mr. Ryan Wright.

You could be Mr. Right.

Either way you're the right Ryan for me.

Oh, my God.... You can do this.

You just put yourself out there. See what happens.

Just don't drink too much.

Good. And you're going. You're going. You're gone.

Fuck it.

There's a very, very nice beach .

Terns nest there. There's beautiful--

Terns?

If I help you, Clarice, it will be turns with us, too.

Quid pro quo. I tell you things, you tell me things.

Not about this case, though. About yourself. Quid pro quo .

Yes or no?

- - Yes or no, Clarice?

Poor little Catherine is waiting--

-Hi. -Hi.

-Room service. -Yes. Right this way.

-Lovely. Yes. Great. -Yes, lovely.

-Hmm. -Okay?

So, uh, tell me, Andrew...

-Can I call you Andy? -Of course, yeah.

Um, how is the party going on downstairs?

-Going pretty well, I think. -Is it?

Yeah. Um... You know there's food down there?

Yeah, yeah, I know.

I'm just not really in the, um, party mood tonight.

-Yeah. -Oh. Mmm.

-Do you have any ketchup, Andy, please? -Oh, yeah.

-Hello? -Who's Andy?

Mmm. A very nice young man who's just brought me dinner.

You're not at the party?

I'm not at the party but I'm at a party.

Hannibal and Clarice are here. Not to mention Andy.

But he's just leaving.

No, all right. Put him on, please.

Uh, Andy. My sister would like to speak to you.

-Sorry. -Thank you.

Uh, hello?

Hi, hi, Andy. I'm Elaine. Listen.

There'll be a dress hanging up there somewhere.

Can you give it to her, please?

Ah, yeah, okay.

No, no, no. No, no, no. No. No. No. Andy.

And tell her to put some make-up on.

Um. She wants you to put some make-up on.

Okay. That's enough.

Andy, do you have a napkin or something, please?

Oh, of course.

Look, Elaine, I've been ambushed.

Some setup with a guy that Katie worked with.

Well, excellent. This is good.

Come on! It's just all so organized

and awkward and I can't bear it.

I know, but how the hell else are you gonna meet someone?

Well, I've met Andy.

He's leaving. All right, he didn't like that.

Um. Could you put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on, please, Andy?

No, don't do it, Andy. Take her with you!

-Oh, you're yelling. -

Look, you've gone all the way there.

Just put your dress on. Just pop down, show your face.

- - Stay, like, 10 minutes .

The party's themed, Elaine.

Oh, God, really? Get your notepad.

No, please. Come on, I'm too old for this shit.

You're 34, not 84.

Come on, let's hear those mantras.

-"Put yourself out there." - Good .

"Take chances."

Okay, now, a little less hollow and robotic.

Get stronger thighs.

Be more deviant.

Learn French. Cook more.

Understand the Israeli-Palestinian conflict better.

Engage with...

life.

Ah! Finally! Nearly sent out a search party.

Call them off.

-Here, have a mojito. First one's free. -Okay. All right.

Paid for them with all my savings, and now I have no savings.

Aw!

Happy engagement. I got you, literally, a small present.

I am so touched that you thought of me when you raided the mini-bar.

- -

- Wow. -Here she is, here she is.

Oh, Nancy, you look amazing!

-Cheers. -He's gonna love her. Come on. Come on.

Do you know what, I need just a moment

longer with my mojito and then I can jump in.

He hates Facebook. He loves yoga. He's really creative.

Oh, good, yeah.

-He is perfect for you. -I knew you'd say that, yeah.

-Oh, come on. -All right, all right.

We were set up and look at us now.

Dom, it is like your single years have been completely wiped from your memory.

I mean, do you remember, do you remember that one girl who just cried?

She cried all the way through giving you a blow job.

Just weeping.

That was sad.

And look at you now.

Look at you both. Yeah, really special.

Come on, Nance. Give him a chance.

Yeah, yeah, I will. Bring it on.

You know, just like me, another sad, single loser in their mid-30s, right?

No. I'm actually a sad, single loser in my late 30s.

Hey!

He was right there.

I was crying with happiness.

- Um... -Sorry.

-Ryan, 37. -Nancy, 34.

Sorry, my hand's a bit wet. It's not wee.

-Right. -Yeah.

-It's mojito. -I mean, I didn't think it was wee.

Yeah, I mean, why would it be wee?

That would imply very poor personal hygiene.

I mean, I don't wipe with my hand.

Um... I use toilet paper just like everyone else does.

-Well, that's a relief. -Mmm.

So is wee in a way, if you think about it.

Hmm...

Hmm...

We can... How, how about another drink?

Yeah, that would be great. Yeah.

-Let, let me get these. -Oh, no, no, it's fine.

-No, it's all right. -No, no, seriously.

-Well, okay, you can get them. -Can you get them?

Um.

-I'll, I'll get them, shall I? -Okay, great, cheers. Thank you.

Ah! Busted.

You've got a picture of your ex in the old wallet.

Oh. No, no, that's my sister.

Oh. She's very pretty. I bet she gets all the boys.

-She's dead. -Wow. It's going so well.

No, Elaine, I've got pictures of my cats in my wallet,

and they're alive and kicking

and I want people to ask me about them.

Well, it's good that you went.

Why? Why is it good?

Ugh! It was just so excruciating and predictable, just as it always is.

You know what? I'm just gonna let my vagina hermetically seal up.

Yeah, well, that will really help.

Never hurt Barbie.

She's got a beach buggy and horses and a salon.

And a boyfriend.

Is she still with that guy? I mean, such a fake smile.

-So, how long are you gonna be? -Get your ass over here pronto.

We have a lot of nibbles to put into a lot of bowls.

Um, about two hours.

Just a reminder to all passengers

that due to the weekend engineering work,

no trains are currently stopping at Clapham Junction.

About seven hours.

What the fuck!

I'm joking.

Not funny.

I can't do this on my own.

Hello?