Run, Fat Boy, Run (Run Fatboy Run) (Run Fatboy Run)

That looks good enough to eat.

Oh, thank you.

I wasn't talking about the cake.

Oh, Gordon. You're my cousin.

Never stopped the Royal Family.

You're a very sick man.

Mm. Hi.

- Hi. - You're yummy.

Oh, Mum, would you take Grandma over to the church, please?

Yes. Come on, sweetheart.

So, do you wanna go and tell Dennis that we're ready?

Sure thing.

How's he doing?

Oh, great. Thrilled.

I'm telling you, he's thrilled.

Dennis, it's Gordon. Are you ready?

Wow! You look great!

So, are you ready?

Um...

- Just... - OK.

I'm gonna give you a minute to, uh...

give you a minute.

No, no. I don't want to.

Don't want to, ah...

Dennis!

It's time. Dennis, we have to go.

Dennis!

Dennis!

Dennis, we're gonna have a baby.

Dennis.

Dennis?

Aw, shit.

Dennis!

Dennis!

Whoo!

Gotcha. Where is it?

Where's what?

You know what I'm talkin' about!

Ooh! Hey! Hey!

Ooh!

All right!

What do you think this is, huh?

I've never seen those before in my life.

Yeah, and you're a fit, running type.

You bastard.

Don't.

Little shit!

There's nothing to see here, people.

Ow!

Where's the bra?

What bra?

Whoo!

Come on, fat boy, run!

I'm not fat!

I'm just... I'm unfit.

Go on, then.

Ow!

Yes?

Could you let me in, please, Mr G?

Who the hell are you?

You... Why are we...

It's Dennis Doyle from downstairs.

Dennis Doyle from downstairs is dead...

killed by his landlord.

- Do you know why? - No.

Failure to pay the rent in a timely fashion.

Dennis!

Hey, Maya. Listen, can you tell your dad

I'm in a bit of a hurry?

- Have you got any money? - Maya, go inside!

And put something on.

Hello. Hello.

Yes?

Do you know what happened to that landlord

after he killed Dennis Doyle from downstairs?

- No. - They gave him a medal...

and a nice foot massage.

Hey, Mr Ghoshdashtidar.

Mr Ghoshdashtidar, wait...

Well, how is the old rascal?

I hear it's going to be a party of special magnificence.

You know Bilbo.

He's got the whole place in an uproar.

Mm. Ah, well, that should please him.

Jake, your dad's gonna be here in a minute.

You ready?

Ready!

All right, then keep your secrets.

Hey.

Hey, how is it goin'?

Dennis. Yeah, Dennis.

You like, uh, to have some sort of drink with me?

Oh, what the hell. Let's...

Ow, shit!

Oh!

- Hah! - Aah!

No. Oh, you got me!

- Hi. - Hi.

- We're playing hobbits and orcs. - Mm-hmm.

Guess who's an orc?

Honey, would you mind, uh...

This kind of smarts. Can you?

Oh, yeah. Thank you.

I'm not finished with you, Whit!

Yeah, one sec.

Uh, I thought his dad was picking him up.

- What happened? - Oh, what happened?

Dennis happened.

Mmm. Well, on the bright side...

- Hmm? - You look astonishingly beautiful today.

- Whit! - Really.

Where have you been?

Hey.

- I was... - Daddy!

Hey, snot-face!

Oh, please, don't call him that.

Why? He is a snot-face, isn't he?

You are a snot-face, aren't you? Huh?

Oh.

Aw!

Jake, that's disgusting.

Jake, that's disgusting. Go on.

- Toilet first. - Mom!

Go on. Grab your jacket.

You were supposed to be here an hour ago, Dennis.

Yeah, there was a bit of a mix-up with the...

with the tickets, so...

Hey, you look really nice.

Did I get you that necklace?

No. It was a...

just a present from someone... else.

- Who? - Uh, me, actually.

Oh, yeah.

Huh?

It belonged to my grandmother.

Yeah.

Huh?

Dennis, this is my good friend, Whit.

Whit, this is my... Jake's dad, Dennis.

How you doin'?

Good, yeah. You have soft hands.

Do you moisturize?

I do, actually.

Well, it's very nice to meet you.

It's nice to finally put a face to the name.

I'd have probably thought you'd have...

you would have seen one of our photos.

Oh, there aren't any.

- Hmm. - Ready?

Yes. Let's go.

- Have fun. - Yeah.

Dennis, you do have the tickets, right?

Libby, credit me with some intelligence.

Tickets!

Does anybody have any tickets?

Mate, my daughter's not very well.

I've got a couple of spare tickets if you want 'em.

Yes. Thank you so much. How much?

Oh, whatever.

Uh, this is all the money I have.

Yeah?

My son is gonna love me.

You want your son to love you? Don't break the law.

Hey, that's entrapment!

Oh, God!

And that's brutality!

Libby, it's... It was only a caution.

No. Uh, Libby, I'll...

- Bye, Dad. - Libby.

So, do you work with Libby at the bakery?

No.

We met at the bakery, though.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

What?

No, I just was a nervous wreck that day.

It took me four chocolate eclairs...

and a macaroon just to get up the courage to talk to her.

Uh, no, I work in the financial district actually.

I'm a hedge fund manager for Waterman Hughes.

Oh.