August (Elokuu)

Here, Mrs Flora.

Ooh.

Thank you. Bless you, Rita.

Now he's had his boosters, you can take him to the park

so he can play with his friends.

And, if you ask Amanda nicely,

she'll give him a treat cos he's been brave.

All right?

Go on!

Er, Myra Nicholson?

That's me.

But, er, you can call me Steve.

Hello, Myra.

There we go.

OK.

19's a good age, but her heart's given out.

We should put her to sleep to spare her suffering.

I hadn't realised how long I'd...

Do you need a moment?

No, it's fine.

I hadn't expected to...

Bloody cat!

You know, she resented me from the start.

I'm sorry.

Ah.

I'm off now, Mrs Flora.

Oh, goodnight.

Buona notte. Buona notte. I left shepherd's pie and broccoli for you.

I turn it down so it doesn't dry out.

Oh, you spoil me. Oh!

Home at last, Adam.

Night, Rita. All good with my granny?

Same old, same old.

Well, you could take the food out of the oven.

I love your plate warmer.

What? Don't you mock me! It's generational.

My generation has toast racks and plate warmers

and yours has double espresso machines and dating apps.

How do you know about dating apps?

Oh, you know. Rita's my Google.

By the way, that jacket needs to go to the dry cleaners -

something on the shoulder.

Really?

On the back.

I do hope this is all right. She always over-seasons.

Oh!

You're looking a bit flushed.

It's, er, it's London.

Hm. You're like me. I hate crowds.

Am I like you?

Of course you are.

Dinner with Claudie next week, before her twins arrive.

Oh!

Well, she'll make a better mother than I ever did.

You did all right with me.

I was lucky. Fate gave me a second chance.

My bridge cronies always asking me, "When is he going to settle down?"

and I say to them, "You know, some of us prefer our own company."

That's what I tell them.

Hi. It's-it's Adam again, from the vet's.

I've brought...

You'd better come in.

Oh, hi. I was expecting Steve.

Of course you were. But I'm Caspar.

Do you live here, too?

I do, rather.

Oh, is that, er..?

Yes. I'm sorry it had to happen when you were away.

Hm.

Well, I have to nip to the post

but you'll find Steve in his study in need of distraction.

Hello?

You can't leave them there.

Oh, hi.

Caspar would have a fit.

Sorry, I...

I just thought I'd drop off Myra's ashes, er, on my way home.

I thought the box was quite nice.

Yeah, but it's not Biedermeier.

Caspar's been known to change hotels if the carpet upsets him.

Er, what are you working on?

A redesign of a perfect flat in Limehouse.

All my work gets undone.

I mean, if you heal a dog, right, it stays healed.

Er, unhappy people can have persistently unhappy pets.

So you're an architect?

No, erm... Caspar swept me off my feet before I qualified.

This place is really quite nice.

Your ten-minute call.

I'm sorry, erm...

So, Tracy and thingy want more bubbly,

and Gavin wants another glass of that stuff he likes.

OK. Who's "thingy"?

You know, the one with the...

Hey. Hey!

You are vast. I'm a whale. Twins. Nightmare.

What am I saying? It's brilliant!

It suits you.

Well, thank God it turns him on because it's made me so horny.

So, erm...

What?

I wanted to see you properly, but I've done that thing again.

I thought it was just going to be us.

Yeah, I know, but there's someone I want you to meet.

Hi, David.

His name is Dwight, he teaches drama.

So, Adrian.

Adam.

Yeah. How do you know David?

Er, I... Claudie was my girlfriend at uni.

Oh. Oh, but I thought you were...

Yeah, I am.

I turned him.

I love how relaxed you Brits are.

I was told you'd be all uptight and judgmental.

And two doubles with an overtrick.

Oh, that's, erm... Oh, I can't work it out.

Oh, with all this excitement, I've just got to pee.

They've been on two dates now!

What, to the theatre?

No, to a hotel.

She's on some pills.

It certainly helps her card play.

I don't understand.

I was... It was such a relief, when I could quietly give up.

But your Michael died so young.

No, he was 60.

Yes, but...

Oh, I'm just not wired that way.

Never have been.

Hey!

Hey.

We've hardly spoken.

Yeah, er, will you make my apologies, this is my round.

No, it's me you apologise to.

He better be worth it.

Let me see.

Yeah, and his face?

Oh!

Oh, yeah, he's hotter than Dwight. That voice!

It'd be like sleeping with a chainsaw.

Sorry.

I worry about you. That could be anyone.

Is that the cock of a serial killer?

This is so not OK.

You are leaving a table of friends just to fuck a complete stranger.

You used to envy me and now you're judging.

Hell, yes, I'm judging. It's not cool.

It's just weird.

I will give you a full report.

I'm not sure I want you to be godfather.

Ow! Oh, sorry, sorry.

Yeah. This...

You're-You're very passionate.

Oh, sorry.

No, no, no, don't be stupid. It was hot.

What did you say your name was again?

Oh, I didn't.

Oh, well, I-I'm Bruno.

Hello, Bruno.

I'd like to do that again.

Anything's possible.

Sorry, but, er, after that, I need to go and use the bathroom.

So just, er, play some music, will you, or something?

Where've you gone now?

Just fixing your router.

Oh, can't it wait?

Almost done.

Well, it's really kind of you to get all that kit for me,

but, I mean, apart from e-mails, I never use the internet.

I know. But I do.

Now, then, you sit down. Eat, while it's still warm. OK.

Oh, no, not again. She puts chilli in, all the time.

Poor Rita. It's fine.

So, something important, you said.

Um, from the letting agents.

They're not going ahead with the cottage.

Says it's too much work to be done to be lettable.

So, I want to give you that cottage now, rather than you have it later.

You know, it's good for a man to have a project

and it'll get you out of the city.

God. Wow.

Thank you. Hm. Thank you!

Oh, come on, there you go, eat while it's still warm, please.

You're a good boy, Merlin, all right, bye-bye.

Hello, Steve.

Yes. Yes, it is.

Er, look, erm, this is really unprofessional, but...

So, they never actually put central heating in, which is amazing!

There's a proper hole in one of the bedroom floors.

I should probably just sell it, as is.

No, no, no, it's brilliant.

You just have to dig past all the crap.

You...you can't sell. You're not seeing it. Oh...

So, erm, was it like your parents' weekend cottage, or...?

No. We never came here.

Perhaps Flora did before she let it, but I...really don't know.

Right who's...who's Flora?

Oh, my grandmother. Christ. All this depressing junk!

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