Accused

For me, like, no. All right.

- -We might have to do a coordination thing.

You use the east wing, I'll use the west wing.

Sorry, Fresh Prince of Yorkshire.

Such an upper-class bro.

That's a stretch. We only moved there when I was ten.

Oh, feed me caviar with that silver spoon, would you?

Oh, shut up! Caviar is only reserved for me and Flynn.

-All right? You're gettin' none of that. - Hmm.

So I'm not getting red carpet treatment from the Bhavsars?

You think I'd bring you there if my parents were there? Are you mad?

Wait. Am I, like, your dirty little secret?

Trust me, if you knew my parents, you'd know why. All right?

They're jokers. They'd find every possible way of making it weird.

If you say so.

I will tell them soon. All right? I promise.

Pinkie promise?

-Promise, then! -No, but-- Do you want this promise?

-'Cause you're acting like you don't. -

-Ah, aah! - Can't break that now.

-Fuckin' hell. -So, I can't wait to meet Flynn.

And, of course, chilling in the Bhavsar Palace with not one but two dogs.

-What, are you sayin' I'm a dog? -More so than Flynn? 100%.

Well, at least I'm not a donkey like you.

Oh, really?

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

-You reckon? Yeah? -Yeah.

Hmm? Well, the dog says, if you clean up a bit before you leave, it'd be amazing.

-No chance. -Yeah, didn't think you would.

- -All right.

-See you tomorrow, okay? - See you.

-You gonna be all right comin' down? -Yeah, yeah.

-I'll just message you before I go. -Cool. Okay.

That one? It's a…

-Yeah, that one's probably better. -

Like this?

Oh!

'Scuse me, mate?

'Scuse me.

…suspicious behavior.

Help keep our station safe.

Speak to a member of staff, and we'll be happy to help.

Spot it and we'll stop it.

This bloody country, honestly. Cor, blimey.

The 10:42 South Talbot Trains service to St. James' Cove…

…departure from platform eight.

We are due to arrive into St. James' Cove at 11:45.

Please have your tickets ready for inspection. Thank you.

- Yeah. Definitely. -

-It was like-- -

- - Yeah, Thursday.

-What the fuck? Yo, you see this? -

-It says "explosion"… -

- We were just there. - God!

Oh shit.

Hi. I've just seen the news.

You'll think I'm being over the top,

but can you just send me a text, let me know you're okay?

Hi, sis, it's me. Um, listen, have you been able to get through to Mum?

I've tried calling her, but she's not picking up.

-I'm a bit worried. - I've just--

Uh, I just want you to give me a call when you get this, if you can.

-Just wanna make sure-- - Breaking reports of an explosion…

- Hey. - God, babe! You okay?

Please tell me you're okay.

Yeah, yeah. No, no, I'm fine. I'm on the train miles away.

Did you-- Did you see anything?

- No, not at all. -Oh my God, babe. It's all over the news.

- What are they saying? -An explosion at Central Junction!

Seriously? Do you think I should get off the train?

-Um… I-- I don't know. Where are you? - No. It's fine. I'm fine.

Shit, I better call my mum. She'll freak out.

-Call me back after, straightaway. -

- Just give us a call back… -

- Just saw it… - Have you just got the same?

- No, I'm fine… - We were just there…

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your train manager speaking.

We are currently trying to find out more information about what happened.

I'm sure you've all heard about this explosion…

…South Talbot Trains service to St. James' Cove,

calling at Bracknell, Little Frint,

Barnscombe, Angeville…

- - Harri!

All right, Dad?

…and St. James' Cove.

-This train is formed of eight coaches… -

I'm all right.

Yeah.

- Glad to see you all in one piece. - Tell me about it.

Come on, then.

All across the city, London's transport

has been brought to a standstill.

So far, seven people have been confirmed dead at the scene.

- Ugh, good God. -More than 50…

Imagine if you'd woken up late or stopped for a coffee.

-That could've been you! - Eh.

I nearly did help this lady with her bags. That would've been the holiday canceled.

Yeah. Yeah, that would have been a total disaster.

-For us, obviously. -

I don't think I've ever seen her crack a smile.

She doesn't do smiles.

- - What is that noise?

Ugh, your mum's car alarm. Keeps going on and off, on and off.

- Just like our love life. -

Hey, listen, don't be, uh… going on about the attack in front of your mum, right?

-She's a nervous wreck. - Oh, when is she not?

- Yeah. -

She's fixed it.

Okay. Good luck!

Look, sweetheart!

-Mum, I'm okay. -Oh God. Come here.

-Ohhh! -I'm all right.

Oh!

This is new.

Yeah, it is new, and it's very expensive, so don't touch it.

-What, you set it up yourself? - No.

I paid someone to do it.

Apparently, you can look at it on your phone,

but luckily for you, I haven't figured that bit out yet.

Oh, so I'm still okay to trash the place, then?

- No, you're not. -

Flynn! Come here!

Oh! Who's a good boy?

Oh, I missed you. Come on.

- -Come on. Go on!

Fetch!

Go on!

Fuck.

Silly fool gave himself a splinter messing around in the treehouse.

Ugh, Ramesh, you really should take that rickety old thing down.

-It's a death trap. - Don't be so dramatic.

-It's not. I built it myself! -Fuck!

Hah! When was the last time you were up there?

- …targeting innocent commuters… - Seven or eight years?

As the search for the bomber begins,

police have urged any witnesses with information on the--

- God. You know what I just thought? - What?

- The airport. - Oh, fuck.

- -You'll be fine.

-There'll be loads of queues and delays. -I know. We'd better leave early, huh?

You'll definitely get stopped and searched.

Ugh!

Nothing like a good invasive strip search.

That is what I'm saying, Ramesh.

Look at you. You look like…

-I fit the profile. -You fit the profile!

- -This is not funny.

-No, okay. -This is not something to laugh about.

-Okay? -Anyway, the police are shit.

-They'll never find him. -Oh, for goodness' sake.

-Not this again. -Why? What's happened?

-You know Mrs. Daly down the road? -Mmm?

She got burgled a couple of months ago.

Took two and a half hours for the police to arrive.

-That was our local police, not the Met. -

The police are the police.

-It's a matter of principle. -They're not-- It's not the same thing.

I don't think you can compare a burglary to a bombing.

-Will you put your phone away? -Anyway…

- What's so urgent? -

Someone seems very persistent.

Well, yeah, that's 'cause she uses the send button as punctuation.

-She? She! -She.

- She, she. -Fuck's sake.

You hear that? She.

- She! -Fuck's sake.

What's her name?

Hmm?

Chloe.

Chloe!

Chloe's a nice name.

- - I know.

- Nice girl, I bet. - Is she your girlfriend?

-She might not be a girlfriend. -Well, why not?

Are you gonna get married?

- Oh, stop it! - Come on!

-This is why I don't tell you anything. -I want to be a granddad.

-Stop it! -You look like a fucking granddad.

She might just be a friend with benefits!

-What? -Huh?

-How'd you know what that is? - Where'd you learn that?

Why shouldn't I know what a friend with benefits is?

-Ahem. I've had quite a few of them. -Oh, Mum.

-Ohh. Okay. -Oh, for fuck's sake.

-No one wants to hear that shit. -Pass the wine.

Okay, I will. All right.

-Have fun. - Thank you!

- We will. -Text when you get to the airport.

- Text me when Chloe arrives. - Fuck's sake.

- Okay. Let's go, please. -