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Argh!

Amy? Amy?

Dad?

- Have you seen Shun? - What? - He's taken the car somewhere.

Well, he's not in my room, obviously.

- I'm going to tell your mother about my suicide... - Yeah. - .. attempt.

Erm... I'm planning on taking her away for the evening

and I want to do it like that. Do you think that's a good idea?

- Yeah, probably. - She's very angry with me.

Maurice! I am waiting to have this talk!

Thanks for your help.

Yep, just coming!

I think it's a fucking terrible idea.

It's a really nice hotel.

We can relax and then... we can talk.

Why can't we just talk here?

I really feel like we could do with getting out of here for the evening.

Get some space. Have a conversation.

About what? I thought I was difficult to talk to.

Er... about, well, us and... me.

And me.

Yes. About you, yeah.

- I don't think this is working. - Pardon?

- I don't think this is working. - Right, yeah.

I think it would've sort of been easier to cope with

if it was just that you were gay.

Yeah, sorry.

I mean, is Shun even back with the car? Cos I'm not spending

hundreds of pounds on a taxi.

No, but I'm sorting it.

Erm... that reminds me, actually, I should probably tell you,

there was one time when Shun did sort of try to give me a hand job.

But I'm almost a 100% certain that he just misunderstood what

I was asking for, so in the spirit of honesty...

Er...

Good morning!

Thank goodness she's not some smelly boyfriend. This is much better.

Is it too much, do you think?

No, I like the harmonies.

Maybe just one step at a time.

Don't want to be like your dad was.

"Stop writing me things, you mad bastard!" I get it.

Means he liked you, at least.

Yeah.

What I wouldn't give to be you, right now.

This is the best bit. Just before it all happens.

And then slowly it all just... disappears.

So make sure you enjoy it.

I've got to get your dad in the fucking car now.

Have a nice time.

The Albatross.

I'm trying to build the world's first flying car.

She's a beaut, ain't she, Dad?

Does it still drive?

- D'you mean on the ground? - Mmm. - On the ground, yeah.

Do the wings... come off easily?

Not really, no. I boosted the joins with my best super goo.

- D'you ever think about finding a different hobby? - Calling.

I mean, obviously, if you did invent a flying car, that would fantastic.

But erm, it's an extremely hard thing to achieve.

Hmm.

Donald, can I ask you a favour?

Can you keep an eye on your sister while I'm away?

I think she's in a bit of a strange way again.

I'm... I'm just asking for your help.

- Do you want me to wipe her arse as well, then? - Um, no.

D'you not know what a rhetorical question is?

I thought you were an author.

Oh, wait -- you're not. Because you were fired! Twat!

OK, what about if Billy and Bella Grubb are make competition

for building skyscraper?

- But Mrs Grubb get very angry because much too tall. - You're embarrassing yourself.

Shun, every other illustrator that's worked with Maurice

has quit because he's so difficult.

He's moody, he's inconsistent and he's stubborn.

There are loads of other projects you could work on.

Why are you so determined to save Grubbs?

OK, maybe a little bit different angle.

Grubbs family making friends with very small mouse.

Sneaky one. Very naughty boy!

Scootchy-koochie-koochie-koo! Naughty one. What's he doing?

Naughty little mouse!

Abigail, come in.

- You look lovely. - Oh, thank you.

- Yes, Maurice and I have suddenly decided we're heading out for the day, so... - Oh, that's nice.

Hmm. I'm so proud of you both.

Feel free to do whatever you like up there. We're very relaxed.

Erm... You don't happen to have any friends suitable for Donald, do you?

Not... suitable for Donald, no. - OK.

Where's my beautiful gay daughter?

I think she's about to have one of her seven daily shits.

Mid-morning sesh takes her good half hour.

I just think you should know this kind of... detail,

before you make your final decision.

Shame you didn't plump for yours truly.

I'm more experienced, of course.

I've already had one and a half girlfriends.

The only relationship Amy's ever had is with a frog.

Why are you moving away?

Lots of reasons really, but mainly to do with my dad

and his job and... I guess he's a bit over-protective.

Are you dumping me?

We have only been on one date.

Does he think I'm not good enough for you?

That's me two years ago.

Look, my dad and I have spent a lot of time

working out a better regime for me --

keeping up with my kundalini and gazing, some anal breathing.

And I'm sort of worried that if I mess with it, I might relapse.

I need something a little quieter.

And Donald said this would be kind of like your first time

and it's... just a little intense for me.

'I'll get more work elsewhere.'

We're making the right decision.

I think I can forgive you.

And I'm sorry for hurting your feelings.

And I'm sorry for calling you a fat pig-slut maniac with no moral compass...

and for smashing up the house and forfeiting our deposit.

I was scared, Abigail, about losing you.

And for your sake -- that you might fall from such exquisite grace.

- Fucking Donald! - Why is this making such a ridiculous noise?

I think it might be running out of petrol.

I can't see the fuel gauge cos he's stuck an altimeter on it.

I'll find somewhere to fill up.

Fuck this family! Fuck this house!

Hey! Stop it! What are you doing!

- What did you say to her? - I just told her the truth.

It's not my fault if she doesn't like you enough, is it?

- What is that? - You don't see me crying. I loved her as well.

What does it even fucking do? It's a toilet brush!

- I don't know yet! - Fucking waste of life. NOTHING!

You and dad are both exactly the same --

moping about in your pants like you're superior to everyone.

Well, you're not. I hate you and I fucking hate Dad!

You're both selfish, arrogant, pretentious mard-arses.

- IT'S PATHETIC! - Dad tried to hang himself, you IDIOT!

Ye... We...

GOOD!

Oh, that's probably why he didn't tell you.

Why don't you just fuck off and leave then, instead of talking about it the whole time?

- Fine, I will. - Go on, then.

- I'm going. - Good.

Bitch!

I love sweating -- don't you?

All the toxins and the negativity just pouring out.

Getting pure again.

Mmm-hmm. It's, er, really nice.

Ooh! Is it safe that hot?

You smell absolutely incredible.

Do I?

I'm boiling.

It's fantastic.

Beads of you are evaporating into the air and flying up my nose.

I'm in a cloud of Abigail.

I think we might have to engage

- in some psycho-spiritual conflict resolution. - Ooh!

Mmm!

Fuck off, pot!

- I love you. - I love you, too.

Abigail! I know you love me.

Abigail!

Oh, oh!

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

- Aaarrrggghhh! - Argh!