Cleaner

Get in the house. Get in the house.

Hey, hey, hey.

How many bloody times do we have to do this?

It's not my fault. It's his fault.

- I'll take care of him. - Michael, can you hear me?

It's fine. It's fine.

Why are you protecting him?

I thought you'd grown up by now. Can you hear me?

Don't you touch him!

Why don't you listen to me, Michael?

I can do what I like. He's my son.

Leave him alone!

Listen! Freak.

I'm the only one who can freak him, ain't I, Michael?

Why ain't you listening to me?

You're not gonna do that...not that...

Why aren't you listening to me?

Stop!

You're not gonna embarrass me anymore.

You bully! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!

Hello?

Right now? I'm late for work. Can I come in later?

Okay.

Okay. I'll be there.

Shit.

I can't believe I'm hearing this. Are you serious?

Is she serious?

This is a joke, an absolute joke.

I think the key issue here is accountability.

- Accountability? - Your brother

is in clear breach of our code of conduct.

We have no choice but to terminate

his placement here immediately.

That's good. That's really good.

I appreciate that you're upset.

Excuse me?

- Do you need to get that? - No.

- Let's just calm down. - Calm down?

- Don't tell her to calm down. - I am wary of his triggers.

I'm purely looking out for Michael.

No, you're not.

This is, what, the seventh,

no, eighth placement to have fallen through.

Ninth. It's the ninth placement.

Right. See? Ninth.

There was Rose House, Clinton House, Thomas Lodge.

- Yes, ninth. - Inckenfield Lane.

Rose House again, counts as twice. Ford Lands, Goldsmiths...

- Yes. Thanks, Michael. - Lantern and here.

- That makes nine. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

Someone stole confidential care home account information

and leaked it to the local press.

Someone. You don't know that was Michael. Where's the proof?

It's not the first time your brother

has bypassed our online security.

It could have been anyone.

And, actually, if you hadn't been stealing from people

you're supposed to be looking after,

maybe there'd be nothing for anyone to leak.

Technically, it is a criminal matter.

Your brother's lucky we're not pressing charges for data theft.

Theft? You stole money from him and now you're kicking him out.

Well, it sounds like Michael

would be better off living with you.

A hundred percent.

I'm sorry. We have no choice.

His placement here is no longer tenable.

Michael needs to leave.

Today. Now.

Great.

I have work. I don't even have time to get your things.

We'll forward them on.

Fuck.

You'll be hearing from my lawyer.

- Like you have a lawyer. - She doesn't know that.

Derek, I was just about to call.

Late and full of shit. We've spoken about this, Joey.

Technically, I'm not that late.

Technically, you're sacked.

No, no, no, no. Look, Derek, it was a family emergency.

Please, I cannot lose this job. I swear I'll be there by...

Two. Get here by two.

So, how was your day?

Well, first my boss was being a...

Please don't swear.

Bad word. Cos I was late.

Then I got a call to come and get you.

And cos my boss is a bad word,

if I'm not in by two, the bad word will sack me.

Apart from that, great. You?

Yeah, I'm happy. I get to be with my sister.

Oh, please don't swear.

For fuck...

You wouldn't know who hacked the care home account to leak them?

- Are you cross? You seem cross. - Yeah, I am.

With the care home, and those wankers

- for stealingy our allowance. - Joanna.

- They have to face justice. - They do.

Just not sure they will. It's not how the world works.

That's why I wanna be a crusader for the truth.

Like Piers Morgan.

Piers Morgan is an attention-seeking

the worst word.

Well, Piers Morgan wouldn't have got on the wrong bus.

Fuck!

No more swearing.

I said I'm sorry.

Motherf...

Stop. Stop! Stop, stop, stop!

- My charger. I left my charger. - We'll get one later.

- You don't understand. - Michael...

I'm at seven fucking percent! Where is my fucking charger?

- No! No! - Michael. Michael.

- You... - Michael.

- You don't... You... - Michael.

Do you need a squeeze?

- I'm so sorry. - I know.

- I'm sorry. - I'm sorry too.

When are we going home?

You'll have to hang here till I finish at six.

Six? That's two Lord of the Rings.

Or one extended edition.

I've got five minutes. Come on.

Big Ron will keep an eye on you. He'll make sure you're okay.

How's it going, Michael?

Does he know I'm autistic?

He knows. He's cool. It'll be fine.

Does he have a charger?

I can sort that out for you, mate.

And he'll look after your bag.

I'll be back in a minute.

There's a lot of people. It's busy.

There's a party tonight.

We're not invited and you hate parties.

Can't I just come with you?

You could get me a job here.

You don't wanna work here. My bosses are dicks.

- Well, you do. - Outside the building.

Away from the dicks. I'll be back.

And home... Am I staying with you?

- Until we find a new placement. - I don't like the placements.

We'll talk about this later. I have to go.

- It's always later. - You're staying tonight.

For how long?

I need to go. Stay with Big Ron.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

The gala is all set.

18:00 hours, guests arrive, cocktails begin.

18:20, Geoffrey to give brief shareholder speech.

I've allowed 30 minutes.

18:21, my will to live expires.

Oh, and just to flag,

there will be live performers before and after.

It's gonna be all Cirque du Soleil crap, isn't it?

Just make sure they give us a wide berth.

I want a fucking ten-metre exclusion zone.

- The theme's divine renewal. - I really don't give a shit.

Are you dipping, Gerald?

Yes. I think I'm fucking dipping.

Jesus Christ. Breathe in.

You'd better not fucking drop now. You should be at home.

Maybe if you paid proper maternity leave, she would be.

17 seconds. I made it.

We really need to have a chat about your attitude, Joey.

It's no wonder the army kicked you out.

Love to. Got to get to work.

My boss can be a real pain in the arse.

Your boss would love you to.

You still owe me an hour, at least.

- What? - I'll add it on.

You can start with a...

bird strike.

- Come on. - Level 51, panel F 51 P 118.

Should be properly baked on by now.

- That's borderline harassment. - Enjoy. Enjoy. Enjoy.

Ooh!

- Missed a bit. - Definitely not funny.

See, I thought you weren't even coming in today, slacker.

- Some of us are almost done. - I had to sort something.

Oh, yeah?

They kicked Michael out of his care home.

- Oh, man. What? - Yeah.

He hacked their records, accused them of stealing his money.

- So, yeah, it's a shitshow. - Fuck.

That's my El Capitan climb screwed.

Shit, I'm so sorry, man. How's he doing?

- He's alright. - Oh, yeah?

- He's downstairs. - You brought him here?

It was that or get fired. It's cool. He's with Big Ron.

Alright, Michael? Have that.

Is my phone charged?

Hold on.

Oi!

- Gerald? - That cleaner in the lift.

There were two cleaners in the lift.

The non-pregnant one.

- The lippy one. The window cleaner.

We can't sack her for being lippy

if that's what you're about to ask.