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Ah! Ah...

Uh! Ah!

Uh! Uh...

Uh!

Uh...

Aaargh! Aaargh! Aaargh! Aaargh!

Aaaaaargh!

Apparently, they... -Okay, guys.

Smile.

Sixty-second style critique, and go.

Hoodie wants to party like its 1999, and so does the boy.

And what hasn't already been said

by thousands of adoring followers?

Trench coat's on point, just like the bod in it.

Influencer queen styling the season for us.

Now what do we have? Oh. -Oh, come on, dude.

Driving on the wrong side of the road. Distractions.

Come on. -Sure.

Well, don't we love a man of focus?

Hmm, yeah.

Check shirt is saying macho lumberjack.

But the turn up on the skinny jeans are saying,

'Gimme Kombucha, baby!' -Sean, fuck off.

Mixed signals are so in.

What about these two? -Sean?

-It's fine. -Oh, right, yeah.

-No, delete it, yeah? -It's fine.

Alright, yeah.

Sorry, Orla. -It's okay.

I'll edit you out.

No, Seanie, delete it!

Fuck's sake, I look just fucking purged.

Right, it's been hours, yeah?

Oh, fuck off, Lorcan.

I can still uninvite you.

Sean? Delete.

Sure thing, Ness!

- You okay, babe? - Continue straight.

Arriving at your destination in one minute.

Yes, yes, yes.

Destination will be on the left.

- Are we there? - I think so.

Can I get a drum roll, please?

Ooh, and let the weekend begin.

Okay. Quiet, guys.

So, I told you guys last week

that I was finally taking my posse on a lil' vacay.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait. - What?

-Austin, go slower! -Oh.

-I'm trying to film it! -Sorry, babe.

Here, I'll back up. You want to do it again?

What are you thinking? You know I need to film.

Oh, sorry. I'll back up. Park again.

Don't. It's fine. We're parked.

-No, I'll back up... -We're parked!

I'll do it inside.

Babe.

I just want it to be perfect.

I'll make it up to you later.

Yeah?

Eww, company, people.

Let's go, guys!

Come on, Seanie.

Wait, wait, wait. Hold up.

-Wait till you see inside. -Let me get my camera.

Oh, whoa!

Come on, let's get you changed.

They don't even have the door open.

You coming?

Yeah, in a minute.

Where the fuck is she?

Try it again, Ness. No F-bombs.

Did you check for a lock box?

Lorcan, sweetie, there is no lock box.

There is no phone number.

Said she'd meet us here.

- Yo, look, she's here. - About time.

You're early!

We're excited.

So...no problem finding it then?

Sorry, this is just for my channel.

That's cool, right? -No. No problem.

Uh, the phone actually took us straight here,

surprisingly, so...

Well, there's not much to it now, but...

this place used to be the most magnificent estate.

But the big house burnt down,

and sure, that put an end to that.

Do you own the place? Or...

Oh, God, no. I just hold the keys.

Jesus!...

He hasn't even been here.

Oh, listen to me. I'm droning on.

You didn't come here for a history lesson.

Enjoy your visit.

And if there's anything at all you need,

I'm just below down there in the farmhouse

just before the main road.

The number is there on the table.

So, I'll go.

-Are you okay? -Yeah, of course.

Well...

let me introduce you all to

the hard-earned fruit of my labour.

-Thank you. -Thanks for asking me along.

Come on, guys, I'm not doing it for gratitude.

Keep it up.

Oooh! Wow. My god.

It's super cute, right?

Oh, snap...you weren't kidding.

This is sweet, Ness.

I told you guys you'd like it.

Oh, Ness, you nailed it.

Whoa, nice.

The light is perfect, right?

The light, ah...

I want to do some filming here.

- Cool. - Wait, wait. No.

How many bedrooms?

Stay out of the master, Seanie!

I've got a dibs.

Let's see what we can do in here first,

and I'm gonna go making plan now.

- Thank you. - Okay?

See the flowers?

Yeah.

Seanie, I need some tags.

That was okay?

So, get the lighting in and then...

Oh, we're gonna use this table, I think.

Have the Nessentials on there.

We might take a couple photos over there.

Can you help me move this table for the shoot?

Sure. I mean, it doesn't look heavy, so...

Okay. Um...

I'm gonna get my gear in here.

Alright.

I'll get the bags.

I'm gonna be back in a minute.

Seanie, go help him.

So, I told you guys I was going to shoot my posse

for a lil' vacay.

Boujee, right?

When I saw the listing online, I knew it was perfect.

And it's peaceful.

I thought it'd be good for you to...

get away and...

Sorry.

I just know what you can achieve.

Just have to be brave.

Austin has almost a million subscribers on YouTube,

and his Insta's lit up.

I think I can finally break the U.S. with this push.

I bet you will.

Thanks.

Kinda have to. -Where's this stuff going?

I don't know, man. I'll ask her.

Where, babe?

Kitchen counter, boys!

Come on, this way.

It's okay I invited him, right?

'Bleisure' trip.

Business, leisure - bleisure.

One saved message.

One year ago.

Orla, I need you back home.

You knew what your father would be like

if we don't leave on time.

Hurry up so we can go camping,

big shit-ster! -Ciara?!

Orla?

That's it. I'm stopping the car.

- Gareth, watch the road. - I just wanted to see.

Never touch my phone again.

Alright, influencer queen on her throne.

Don't cha know it?

Uh, dude, can you dial up the light for me?

- Sure thing. - Thank you.

Yeah. A little bit more. Yeah.

And I got it. Nice work.

-Hey now. -What?

Seanie's only meant to do what I tell him to do.

You have to brand him like the Romans.

The Romans used to brand their workers.

Not just a pretty face. I also studied history.

Well, I dropped out.

But I got in.

Just go ahead and smile.

Nice. Hold it. Hold it.

So...

she's still getting changed?

Mm-hmm.

And the...you know?

Yeah, it's been a few weeks, so...

But they...they're just cuts, right?

She wouldn't, like...go further?

I don't know, man. I just hope this works.

You know, it's been a year and...