Scarborough

Can I help you, love?

I made a reservation.

Mrs. Wright, yeah?

Yeah.

Righto. Single person occupancy for two nights,

breakfast included, correct-a-mundo?

I requested a twin bed.

Ah, you did. I have to warn you though.

Extra guests do incur a surcharge.

I understand.

Hey, you might get lucky. Ha!

Oh, room 531.

Bridal suite. Best view in the house.

See? Lucky already. Shall I show you up?

No, thanks. I can manage.

- Sure? - Yeah.

Well, your funeral. Anyway, welcome to Scarborough.

I hope you enjoy your stay at the Metropole.

What floor?

Fifth.

That's a coincidence.

So what room you get then?

Is it sea-facing?

Yeah.

Can I see it?

Jeez...

That's not why I brought you here.

What'd you bring me here for then?

To talk.

What's there to talk about?

You know, us.

What this is.

Yeah, but I know what this is.

What floor are you on?

Fifth.

That's a coincidence.

Door is closing.

So what room did you get then?

Is it sea-facing?

Can I see it?

That's not why I brought you here.

Why did you bring me here then?

- To talk. - What's there to talk about?

You know, us.

What this is.

I know what this is.

What are you doing? No.

Leave it.

Ouch.

The state of me!

You know you can't show anyone.

I'm not stupid.

I know. It's just...

I worry.

Why? Don't you trust me?

It's not that.

I know.

You could lose your job.

It's much more serious than that.

If anybody says anything...

I'm not going to tell anyone.

Your secret is safe with me.

But I do own you now.

Yeah, I'm sure that weirdo at reception suspects.

Sod him!

I'll give him something to write home about.

Oh, yes!

Stop it!

- Beth! - Ohh!

- Oh, yes! - I'm serious.

Shh!

Listen.

Promise you won't shout, hmm?

- Oh, yes! - Stop!

Listen, I'm serious.

Shh!

Oww! Oww!

Oww!

Aah!

Ohh!

Aah!

I'm sorry.

Are you in a huff?

No.

Bear thinks you are.

Yeah, well, Bear's wrong.

Beth's got a lovely present that will cheer you up.

Oh! Oh!

Isn't it me supposed to give you a present?

My birthday's not till Sunday.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes!

Open.

Is this a joke?

Don't you like it?

Beth!

That's not the point.

Where am I going to keep it?

I don't know. School?

Where? In my office?

Sure.

The office I share with Mr. Bentley?

The office I have tutorials in with your classmates?

- I didn't think about that. - No.

I'm always the one thinking.

All right. Sorry!

You never do.

I'm the one planning, risking everything.

All right, stop it. You're doing my head in.

I don't care what people think. I'm not ashamed.

I'm not ashamed of you.

I'm sorry, B.

It's a lovely photo.

You can keep it in a drawer.

What would be the point?

To look at.

I'm sick of hiding.

Then don't.

Ouch! The state of me.

You know you can't show anyone.

Yeah, I know. I'm not stupid.

I know. It's just... I worry.

Why? You not trust me?

It's not that.

Yeah. I know you said you'd lose your job.

It's much more serious than that.

- If anyone said anything. - I'm not gonna tell anyone.

Secret's safe with me.

But I do own you now.

I'm sure the weirdo at reception suspects.

Sod him. I'll give him something to write home about.

Stop it.

Daz!

I'm serious!

Promise you won't shout.

I'm serious!

Get off!

Sorry, I...

You in a huff?

No.

Deer thinks you are.

- Well, Deer's wrong. - Yeah, well...

Daz's got a lovely present to cheer you right up.

Isn't it me supposed to get you a present?

Birthday's not till Sunday.

Close your eyes.

No, come on, close them.

And keep 'em closed.

Open.

Is this a joke?

What, you don't like it?

Daz, that's not the point! Where am I gonna keep it?

Don't know. School?

What, in my office?

Yeah, sure.

The office I share with Mr. Lynch?

The office I have tutorials in with your classmates?

- I hadn't thought of that. - No, you don't.

- Sorry. - I'm always the one thinking.

- Right. - The one planning.

I don't care what anyone thinks.

I'm not ashamed. I'm not ashamed of you.

I'm sorry.

It's a lovely photo.

Look, you could just, you know, keep it in a drawer.

What would be the point?

Well, to look at it.

I'm sick of hiding.

Well, don't.

Pssst!

Hey, start walking.

- What? - Just get moving now.

Daz, what is it?

- Just bumped into Mr. Scott. - What?

- Yeah, walking down the street. - Did he see you?

Yeah, he stopped and had a chat like we go way back.

Wanted to know what I was doing here.

- What did you say? - I said I was with friends,

but the look he gave...

What look, like what? Show me!

Like... I don't know.

I was on my way out of the newsagents, and there he was.

I right froze. I was like, "Right, sir."

I don't know. The look he gave. He knows.

He doesn't know. He does. He knows.

He doesn't know. He can't!

No, he must know that I'm... I'm only joking!

Oh, you shit! You little shit!

Just getting back at you!

- I can't believe you did that! - Excuse me, sir.

- Sorry. - Sorry.

You'd better run for your life!

That was not funny.

That was properly mean.

No!

I'm gonna get you. I'm gonna get you.

You fool!

What would the headmaster be doing in Scarborough?

It's not funny!

- Yeah, it is. - It's not funny.