Vanilla

Whoa.

Gorgeous, right?

Yeah.

Happy anniversary.

Eat the fish.

I'm starving.

Hey, why don't you put our stuff away

while I get us a takeaway?

- I can't believe your aunt owns this place.

See, um...

How's it still playing?

It's downloaded.

You downloaded this?

It sounds like elevator music.

= Fucking yes, it's on the internet.

Fucking yes!

Man, fuck.

Sorry.

Hey, at least it wasn't on the speaker.

No, no, no.

You get a flannel and soap

and you deal with that before soaks in.

Yep, cool.

Where on earth does your aunt keep her flannels?

This kitchen is all wrong.

They're under the sink

and there's nothing wrong with the kitchen.

This, this is real music.

Hmm?

I'd like to do some sightseeing work.

We're here and I figured, wait, hold on.

The what?

Sounds like the mafia.

It's not a mafia, it's a church.

Or, Barceloneta.

Hmm?

It's a beach.

Right.

Yeah, well, obviously we'll go to the beach.

Hey, it'd be great to go to Camp Nou.

It'd be great to catch a Barcelona match.

You know, when you're in Barcelona,

you should see Barcelona, right?

Yeah, very romantic.

You're so attuned to what a man wants.

Yeah.

I'm up for the beach though.

To be honest,

I'm not huge on all this sighting stuff, you know?

Sometimes nice to just sunbathe through the book,

get a tan, you know?

Yeah, Matt, you don't tan, you burn.

Well, I sometimes tan.

Are you still talking?

Sorry, yeah.

Cleaning.

Hey, haven't you been to these places before?

- It's been years since I've been with Natalie.

Right.

Why is that?

What's what?

That.

Nothing.

Hey.

Is that stain gone?

- Look, I honestly don't feel like I can scrub any harder.

It's definitely faded.

Like my love for you.

Fucking asshole.

Is that enough?

Maybe.

I don't think I should reward you

until you get that cleared up.

Come on, come back to me.

Make your mind up.

Huh, stain got you turned on?

- No, you throwing stuff around got me turned on.

That's a bit sadistic, isn't it?

Want to come and throw me around a bit?

I do.

I very much would like to come and throw you around a bit.

Are you sure?

- Hey, this is the face of a man who's sure.

I believe in you, Matthew.

- Mm, I love it when you call me Matthew, my full name.

Matthew.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry, Bastien.

It's all right.

Is it?

We've only been here a day.

There'll be other times

I still struggle with that.

I still imagine you with-

I know.

I know.

But you're going to have to stop and let it go.

I did.

I have.

It's that I...

I tas probably the wine.

I had a lot.

Yeah.

You do know it's not you, though.

I do.

You're upset.

Good.

Good.

Come on, let's go to bed.

In a minute.

Come on, it's all right.

It doesn't feel all rright.

It's fucking embarrassing.

I'm fucking embarrassed.

- I'm telling you it's all right.

Come on, come in.

Maybe just give me one minute.

Fine.

Or don't.

Don't what?

I just need a minute, don't be short.

It's not even short though, is it?

Matt, it's a joke.

I was joking.

Come on, don't be sensitive.

It didn't even make sense.

It was a joke.

Hilarious.

I said it's all right.

Have a minute.

Hey!

Everything all right over there, pickle?

- Uncle Lewis, I said stop calling me pickle.

Like stop.

You love being called pickle.

- No, you love calling me pickle, and it's a cliche.

- What, your old uncle can't be cliche, no?

Is Aunt Matilda there?

Tilda, Tilda!

I've got Bastien on the screen.

Oh, she's waltzed off somewhere.

I can't find her.

Now listen, you've got a very important task, all right?

- And what is that, taking care of the house?

Oh no, fuck the house.

You've gotta remember to feed the fish.

She did remember to leave the note, didn't she?

Yes, she did.

And by the way, what are their names?

- Tilda, what's the bloody fish's name again?

Matil-

Oh, fuck it, God knows where she is.

Just go with Fishy for now.

But remember to feed the nameless bastard.

Okay.

Now listen, are you enjoying the house?

Yes, it's lovely.

And Matt settled in straight away.

Oh look, there he is!

Hey, Matt, come on over here.

I wanna see your face.

Lewis!

Come and.

Hey, how are you?

I love the house.

Oh, I'm good.

Look, I've left a 16-year-old bottle of Lagavulin

in the cupboard for you.

Consider it a welcome to Barcelona.

Oh, Lewis.

Thank you, you didn't have to.

And what about me?

Oh, don't be stupid.

You couldn't tell a single malt from a can of Coke.

I've seen you diluting a whiskey with ice

like some kind of barbarian.

Am I right, Matt?

- Oh, you're quite right, can't be trusted.

And did you call for a reason?

Yes, I did.

Now listen, the boiler is a bit dodgy.

It cuts out every now and then.

Okay?

- So you need to give the fucker a good whack

before you take a shower.

It seems to work.

A good whack, that's your advice?

Anyway, enjoy the week.

Love to you both.

He did, yeah.

He did, really?

Why?

Something you wanna try?

I don't.

Stop looking at me like that.

Like what?

You know what.

Hey!

Hey.