I Want My Wife Back

- She's moved out. - That's fantastic. - Sorry? It's terrible.

- You did find that memory stick, didn't you? - Yeah, yeah.

- You remember Murray? - Yes, your ex-husband.

Still husband.

In an ideal world, Tamzin wouldn't need to know about the flowers.

Just imagine I'm proposing to you for the first time.

I wish you'd given me more warning, Bex.

I could have had a proper look for a hoover.

I don't want to interfere, but you shouldn't be moving in with Keeley,

you should be moving back with Murray.

Why didn't you accept his re-proposal?

If you must know, it's because I'm not ready.

Why don't I try and hook you and Murray up with Anthony?

- Who's Anthony? - The bloke who married you.

The reverend.

It would remind you about your commitment to each other.

But what I don't understand is, why you don't move in with us.

When did you last wash your hair? It looks awful.

Hello, everyone.

- Murray, am I glad to see you! - Don.

Ohh!

Every time.

Am I glad to see you!

Oh.

- Hi, Murray. - Hi, Bex.

- You're looking good. - Thanks.

Yeah, a bit tired, I've been working nights.

I bumped into Abby at the hospital. She said, er, you were moving out?

Yeah, things have been getting a bit, you know, claustrophobic.

Come on, give Murray and Bex some space.

- So, what were you doing at the hospital? - Oh, I was visiting Julian.

Yeah, he's... he's back on solids now, which is good.

Yes, so I hear.

He's being really good about everything, you know,

not pressing charges.

- Right, well, I'd better get my stuff. - Bex...

I've got something really important to tell you.

For goodness' sake, you two, give them some space.

How many times?

I've resigned

- from the bank. - What?

Yep, you were right, the whole work-life balance thing,

that's been the problem.

Me at the office all the time, not being with you enough,

so, hey, I've quit.

Told Curtis last night.

Right, OK, well,

is that a good idea?

Well, that's what you wanted, isn't it?

Murray, it's...

a bit more complicated than that.

No, obviously I appreciate it's more complicated than that, but...

Sorry, how is it more complicated than that?

Well, it's not like that's going to solve everything, is it?

No, no!

It's not going to solve everything, but I mean...

Why isn't it going to solve everything?

Really need to get my stuff inside, OK?

Bex?

Yeah.

You're not wearing your... wedding ring.

I'm moving and I just didn't want to lose it.

So...

Emma, Emma, sorry, but I seem to have been locked out of my computer.

- Do you mind if I use yours a second? - Yeah, of course.

- What's your password? - "Murray me".

Murray?

Me.

Right.

I still can't believe you're leaving us, Murray.

Yes, well, I thought it was my best chance of saving my marriage.

Murray, it's over.

I mean, isn't it?

No, no, I hope not.

I'm just saying, you know, if she wants to go...

Sorry, it's none of my business.

No, no, no, it's fine.

To be honest, I'm not even sure what to do any more.

I've tried re-proposing, I've quit my job.

She's not even wearing her wedding ring any more.

Look, a few of us are going for a drink tonight.

Damian from personal loans, the mortgage crew...

Why don't you join us?

- I'm not really sure. - No, it would do you good, a few drinks,

a few laughs, it would cheer you up.

Do you know something? I've spent the past six weeks at home

moping about my life.

I think I will.

Oh, yay!

Murray, you know you're leaving?

- Yes, I do. - Well, I've applied for your job.

OK. Er... jolly good.

Sorry, I've got to, er...

I believe I have the charisma and dynamism to drive this department forward.

Do you? Yeah.

Yes, and I want to use that dynamism to set an example to others.

Right, well, good luck with all that.

Thank you, Murray.

- So, will you recommend me for the post to Curtis? - What?

- Will you put in a good word for me, Murray? - Er...

- Sure. - Good, because HR have asked me to list my strengths.

What do you think they are?

Well, you're very, er...

I think you're very... human.

Human?

- You think that's a strength? - On the whole.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how human...?

Can we pick this up later?

OK, I'll wait.

Not there, Nereesha.

Hello, Bex.

- Hi, Abby. - How are you?

Yeah, I'm OK, thanks.

You look shattered.

Yeah, I've been working nights and not been sleeping too well.

You always slept well in my house.

That bed has body-moulding memory-foam

and allergy-free pillows.

Yeah, and I'm really grateful to you for letting me stay, Abby.

- Are you? - Yeah.

Because the way you suddenly announced yesterday

that you were leaving, I thought it might have been something I said.

That locker is absolutely...

Abby, you know, it's been great,

and I don't know what I would have done without all your advice.

Well, I've been there before.

- With Clifford. - Yeah, Clifford.

I'll be honest, I felt humiliated when Clifford left me

for someone 14 years older.

Only made things worse, me chasing him across Italy,

throwing paint on him and the OAP as they got on that gondola.

Which is why...

- .. I got you this. - What is it?

- It's a Murray moose. - Murray..?

Moose. Don't make my mistake.

Don't go chasing Murray. If you have anything to say,

talk to Murray Moose first.

I'd rather not talk to a toy moose, Abby.

You can get everything off your chest with Murray Moose.

The important thing is to stay clear of the real Murray.

But there are things that I do want to talk to the real Murray about.

- Like what? - Well, I've been thinking about things,

and maybe Murray and I should sort things out.

But... Tell the moose first.

- No. - Talk to the moose. - I don't want to. - He's right here...

I don't want to talk to a moose.

- Sorry, Abby. - Don't take it out on me, Bex,

take it out on the moose.

Murray!

Emma.

It's so exciting! Oh, a night out! Yay!

- Yay! Where are the others? - Others?

Yeah, you said there were other people from the office coming,

Damian and the mortgage team.

They can't make it.

They send their apologies. So... just you and me.

Da-da!

Oh, you know, I used to laugh all the time with Bex,

but not now, you know.

- We're just not connecting at all. - Mmm.

I blame her.

Well, probably both at fault.

I doubt it.

Assume it is.

You know, imagine you're in my shoes.

Oh, I love your shoes. Great style.

Oh, er, thank you.

What would you do to try and get that connection back?

Well, as a colleague and a friend,

and of course I'm only thinking about what's good for you here,

Murray, what's in your best interests...

I would, er...

.. just forget about Bex.

Oh.

I'm not sure I could do that.

Wow, is that the time?

Just for one night. Look, see how it goes.

You need to let your hair down. Put all of this out of your mind.

Hmm.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

I phoned an hour ago. Did you get lost?

- Grant. - I thought you were my pizza.

- What are you doing here? - Ah...

I'm sleeping over for a bit.

Mum's having the house decorated, and the paint affects my sinuses.

I had to go to the hospital every couple of weeks

to have them drained, you know,

prevent the mucus from becoming infected.

Jalapeno pepper?

No, thank you.

Barney!

Oh, I've missed you.

It's so nice to see you. Where's Murray?

I just thought I'd pop by on the off-chance.

You'll be lucky, he's never here.

Oh. Right.

He was out last night.

Tonight he's out with, er...

Emma from work.

- Emma? - Mmm.