Who is he? What's his name?
It's my son, Ashton.
You're saying you shagged me
and you don't want anything more to do with me.
Now, imagine an internal voice
shouting, "Jump".
That's how it feels to be me.
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Oh, Holly, Toke's birthday tomorrow.
- Are we gonna do card and pressie? - Already on it.
I'll arrange the drinks.
He says he doesn't want them.
Morning, Jenna.
Morning.
- I need you to RSVP to this. - Oh.
And I spoke to Jag this morning.
He's saying that a couple of the reps
are saying their expenses haven't reached their accounts.
It's like dealing with children.
How many times? The fifth. The fifth.
You are the oil in the engine, Holly.
Oh, speaking of which,
personal request.
You know I'm going on holiday on Friday.
Whilst I'm away, you wouldn't
drop in and feed my cat for me, would you?
There's a spa day in it for you.
Of course.
Ah, Holly. Now,
I'm hearing worrying rumours.
I'm telling you now,
birthday celebrations are for the under nines.
I don't want a cake.
I don't want a comedy oversized card with witty remarks from everyone,
and I most definitely do not want a piss-up.
Do I make myself clear?
Is it your birthday? I had no idea.
- Hi. - All right.
- Fancy lunch? - Lunch?
Oh, God, you stink.
It's the smell of hard work.
On the phone again?
That makes a change.
I should make you some lunch.
Sandwich to go.
I gotta get back.
Well, shall we do something later? See a film or...
I'm out with the footy lot.
I can come after.
Okay.
I'll text you.
Great.
See you back there.
Your coat!
- Can't you find your own man? - What?
- I saw you. - Holly...
Flirting, fooling around.
Are you what he's after?
Christ, what an insult.
Holly, I've no idea what...
Stay away from him.
I'm a lesbian.
That's his car, Maserati.
Should have felt that thing go.
I thought we were gonna take off.
Have you ever been in a really fast car?
Oh, my God!
I can see why men like 'em.
You feel amazing.
What's up with you?
Nothing.
Tell your face.
You disapprove.
Holly, I'm having fun.
After all those years with your dad, surely I...
It's not about you.
Not everything is about you, you know.
So what's up then?
It's Neil.
I think he's having second thoughts.
How do you mean "second thoughts"?
About being in a relationship.
About me.
Oh, for heaven's sake, Holly.
What?
Well,
it's not the first time, is it?
Why can't you hang onto them?
So it's my fault. Thanks.
- I'm not blaming you, but... - But what?
But I'm worried.
It's a bit of a pattern, isn't it?
Ever since Adam, you've been...
Why are you bringing him up?
Well, it's the last time you were happy.
You've lost your self-confidence.
Men are like babies. They like strong women.
Why are you never on my side?
Yes, Jag. Yes. They will be in today.
Today.
Oh, and by the way,
I know what entertainment on a hotel bill means,
and it's not a business expense.
Idiot.
You okay?
I'm so sorry, Jenna,
but I've got The most terrible period pain.
Do you mind if I leave early?
Ground floor.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my... Adam.
- Holly... - Wow, that's...
Whoa, this is crazy.
- I know... - I...
How long's it...
Oh, years. Seven years. Erm...
I thought you were living New Forest way...
Yeah, I moved back, er...
A few months ago.
Long story.
You look good.
So do you.
Wow, God, I never thought I'd...
This is madness.
Well, give me a hug.
Oh, yeah.
So, do you live round here, or...
Not far. I have an apartment.
Right.
- You? - Yeah, bought a place.
Nothing special. Cathedral Road.
Nice.
Where are you working?
Porter Collins, for my sins.
Still making a living out of others' misfortune?
Hey, ever since I was a little boy I said,
"When I grow up, I want to be an insurance loss adjuster."
You?
I'm a manager.
This online sports place.
- Wow. - Yeah. 150 staff.
- Amazing. - I can't complain. I mean,
it's long hours, a lot of responsibility,
but, you know, I like it. I like managing people, you know?
Making sure I get the best out of my team.
Um, it's amazing bumping into you.
- We should catch up or... - That would be great.
If it's not weird for your wife. I mean, you know,
ex-girlfriend alert.
I'm sure she'll be fine,
especially as we're separated and she lives with a guy called Zane.
Shall we swap numbers?
Great. Yeah. Punch yours in here.
I'll call you.
I'll just
make sure I've got yours.
Just a minute.
There you go.
It's good to see you again.
You too.
Can we do it?
Come on, let's do it.
Happy birthday.
Drinks tonight everyone. City Arms.
Toke's buying.
Hey, you going straight to the pub?
No, I'm going home.
Oh, right, so, what? Shall I see you down there?
I'm not going.
How come?
We're not joined at the hip, Neil.
Go out, have a good time.
You all right, Hols?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm being spontaneous.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Great choice. - Oh, it's a Michelin star place.
They do the most amazing specials.
Great.
- Shall we get our table? - Yeah.
Okay.
And why didn't your marriage work out?
If you don't mind talking about it.
No. No. Erm...
I don't know. I mean...
We had a good run.
But I think
we just woke up one day and realised
we didn't have that much in common anymore.
What?
And the real reason?
- She cheated on me. - Ah.
With a marriage counsellor.
Can you believe that?
Not ours. But even so.
Ah, stuff it.
It's history.
Move on.
It's certainly worked for you.
I mean, I don't wanna drag up old wounds but,
you know, the way it ended between us...
And those letters you sent.
I hurt you.
Adam, we're having a nice night.
I was immature.
The things I said...
You were a prick.
Yup.
I've often thought about you
over the years, you know?
Thought
that I'd made a mistake.
We had some good times, didn't we?
Great times.
The best.
I'm gonna pop to the loo. Erm...
- See what they recommend for dessert. - Hmm.
You know one of the daft things that's always stayed with me?
I've no idea why, but this always sticks in my mind.
We always used to start every message and every phone call...
- "Hey, Mister." - "Hey, Missy."
And then we'd end like,
"Bye then, you" or something.
We were cute.
I mean, I see couples like that now and I want to vomit.
So, what now?
Are you gonna head off or...
Erm...
I've got back-to-back meetings tomorrow.
Need to be fresh.
But this was really great. I enjoyed it.
Erm...
Can I see you again?
I'll call you.
You came. You look amazing.
Get me a drink, then.
Pass this graffiti every morning on my way to work.
"Jack Fielden has a tiny dick."
Written in massive letters on a bridge.
And every day I think, that is some determined revenge.
To publicly denigrate his penis size.
I respect it.
Hello, boys.
Talking about anything interesting?
Jack Fielden's tiny dick.
Oh, yeah. I think I've met him.
Did you know Ash used to be a footballer?
- Did he tell you? - No,
but he couldn't have been any good or he wouldn't be working in a call centre.
- Dick brain. - What?
Injury ruined his career.
I wanted to work in a deli.
But I couldn't cut the mustard.
Ash.
I'm sorry.
My big mouth.
Oh, forget about it.
I love your hair.
Okay, thanks.
Look, shall we go on a date?
What?
- I thought you didn't want... - No, I don't.
I don't want a girlfriend.
So why the date?
A meal, then.
Just us.
See what happens.
Yeah, great.
Come on, let's go in.
This dinner, I've just realised,
it's the day I fly.
Shame. Think it's going to be a good night.
Want me to cancel?
- Yeah, could you? - Sure.
Or
maybe could you ask Jag,
see if he'll represent the company?
He's always up for a night in a hotel, isn't he?
Yeah. If you'd like.
Yeah, ask him. If not, just cancel.
Ah, Holly, Holly.
My favourite of all Jenna's personal assistants.
Jag.
Wendy.
What can I do for you?
Anything sexual will be considered.
Sexual?
I'd rather shag a buck-toothed baboon.
Not much difference.
Follow me.
What do you think?
- Are you out of your mind? - It'll be fun.
Until she finds out and we both get fired.
She won't find out. I run her life, okay?
She only knows what I tell her.
When do we ever do anything wild? You know, screw the consequences.
- Hols... - What?
It would be fun, but...
No, let's go for a meal or something.
A gig maybe? I'll see who's on.
Just forget it.
I was just trying to liven things up.
I thought you'd have liked that.
Hi. I'm here for Industry Perspectives.
Your name, please?
Jenna Moss.
Enjoy your stay.
Thank you.
Wow.
Me or the hotel?
The hotel.
Joking, obviously.
How was the conference?
Insufferable.
Thanks for inviting me.
Should we get a drink?
- Definitely. - Okay.
You're lying.
- I'm not. - Okay, what was I wearing then?
Red dress, amazing. And boots, big chunky black boots.
And your hair was kinda tied up.
Like a million bracelets on.
I spent the whole evening wondering how many there were,
and whether you took them off when you went to bed.
- I must have been amazing company, then. - You were.
You were.
I took you home, didn't I?
It was romantic, actually.
That place you had that was like a den,
and that song you played.
Mazzy Star.
Still play it.
God, I miss that time.
Me too.
Another?
Yeah, but...
I need to figure out how the hell I'm gonna get home.
Hmm, don't worry about it.
Holly!
Jag.
Adam, this is... This is Jag, one of our sales reps.
Jag, Adam. Adam, Jag.
- Pleased to meet you. - All right.
I guess you're heading to the champagne bar.
Don't get too drunk.
Just because it's free, you haven't got to drink it all.
Well, I'll see you Monday. Have a great night.
Oh, I'm sorry about him.
He's just such a bore and
if we'd have stayed talking, we'd never have got away.
Do you know, actually, seeing him has reminded me,
erm, I was supposed to call the chief exec.
Why don't you go up?
I'm gonna give you my key card.
Erm, it's 202.
And if I don't do it, it'll just be on my mind, so, erm...
Yeah, two minutes. Fix us a drink.
Jag?
Oh, this'll be good. I can't wait to hear this one.
What are you doing here?
What am I doing here?
Try again, Holly. How about what are you doing here?
How did you find out?
Jenna texted me,
except I had no idea what she was on about.
Why's that, Holly?
She thinks you forgot, told me to come anyway and claim the room back.
We thought you were getting sloppy, but all the time...
Okay, fine. I can hardly deny it.
But it's not what it seems.
Isn't it? Who is he?
An old friend.
He... He's sick.
He's got problems and we just needed some time...
Do I look stupid?
You can't tell anyone.
Tell anyone? This is going on Twitter.
Please, I mean it.
You're off your head. What if this comes out?
Then I'm in the shit with you. They might think we planned it,
like we was having an affair or something.
Who's gonna think that?
I'm not getting involved.
I'm warning you, Jag.
I've got shit on you and I will use it.
Blackpool conference?
You and Eleanor?
Might be something your wife is interested in.
Prague trip.
Like that, is it?
Just go back to your drinks.
Chat shit like usual and have a nice night.
No one needs to find out.
Hello?
Where are you?
Er, my mum's, why?
Your mum's on a Friday night?
Yeah, why?
I just called round, wanted to see you.
Right, well, I'm not there, so...
Yeah. Are you coming back?
No. I think I'm gonna stay here tonight.
Mum's pretty down.
She's had this bad thing with a guy online.
He was into some weird stuff.
I'll tell you about it when I see you.
Look, I'd better go.
Okay.
Okay, I'll call you tomorrow.
Bye.
Hey! Get it done?
Adam...
Uh-oh.
I think we might be rushing things.
It's great, and I'm loving reconnecting, but...
You want me to go?
I just want things to be right
when it happens again.
I want everything to be...
...perfect.
Sorry I didn't make it to the restaurant. Bit of an issue.
How do you even know where I live?
Ways.
Means.
How about we get this party started?
- You off your face? - No.
Yes.
You want some?
God, you look amazing.
No make-up suits you.
You have got a beautiful face.
Yeah.
Mmm.
Will do.
Yep. Bye then.
You don't have to be interested, madam. I'm a professional interest arouser.
Trying to get you to commit to more mid-range sportswear
is more like a calling than a job.
This is lovely.
You've got it really nice.
Yeah. Yeah, it's okay. Erm...
What's your place like? You always had an eye for design.
Yeah, it's a dump.
I'm sure it isn't.
Okay, well, erm...
Dinner's on. It should be about half an hour.
You still like lamb, right?
Yeah.
Make yourself at home and I'll get you a drink.
- White wine okay? - Great.
Do you want me to get that?
It's nothing. No one ever uses the landline.
Who's Jenna?
- What? - Inscription in this Neil Gaiman book,
"To Jenna."
Jenna...
Jenna. Oh, Jennifer. From work.
- Yeah, she gave it to me. - Wow.
Might be worth a few quid.
Signed.
Doubt it.
You read it?
Yeah, it's really good.
It's funny.
I was always trying to get you to read this.
You hated fantasy.
People change.
You certainly have.
You're so together now.
I know it's seven years, but you're like a...
Different person?
A bit.
I'm not really, Adam.
It's still the same old me.
Yeah.
So, how did it fair
with the old days?
Erm...
Less stamina, more skill.
I'll take that.
You've obviously been practising.
Use it or lose it.
Shit, is that my...
Where is it?
It's in my coat. Hang on.
Well, can you leave it?
No, I'd better just...
What is it?
Oh, Jesus. When?
Why didn't you tell me?
Yeah, okay. I'll be there. Yeah.
I'll be five minutes.
Hey! Everything okay?
Yeah, no, it's er...
The guy in the flat above, he's a dickhead.
He's got himself locked out.
I've got his key,
so I've got to go and...
Can't he call anyone else?
I'm really sorry.
Not doing very well at spending the night together, are we?
Er, come back after?
I'll call you.
Sorry.
Navigation is not...
Shit.
Ash, Ash...
We have to go.
Not doing it.
You have to.
No way.
You'll get sacked.
Okay. There's the keys.
Look, it's a simple enough question.
I admit the speeding,
but can I just pay the fine without a letter being sent out?
No.
No, I understand that. Yes.
Yes, I appreciate the legality, but...
Can the letter not be sent if I just pay the money now?
Sorry to disturb you.
Have you seen Ash this morning?
No.
Have you seen him anywhere 'round the building or anything?
Oh, sorry. My fault.
Sorry.
Let's go.
What's this, a booty call?
Shame you couldn't come back the other night.
Yeah, by the time I was home...
But you got your neighbour in,
and that's the main thing.
Yeah.
That's all that matters.
Someone called you in an emergency, and you shot straight out.
Wouldn't say emergency.
Really?
Call at that time,
you dash straight there.
That usually only happens when it's someone close.
Someone's sick or had an accident.
Someone like your wife or
your child.
Right.
What can I say, Holly?
You want me to lie? Say he's not mine?
Mmm.
It's just that you've never mentioned him before, Adam.
Maybe you forgot. Easy thing to forget, you've got a son. You know?
Easy thing to slip your mind.
All the conversations we've had
and you never once mentioned your beautiful seven-year-old boy.
Is it because seven years ago you were with me?
Look, Holly...
I don't want to hear it!
Everything you said,
all the lies after we split up.
I knew there was someone else.
I knew you were going down there for someone else.
Someone else, but not a kid.
A kid, Adam!
You did well to keep that quiet.
- I knew it'd kill you. - Mmm.
So you were being kind.
Thank you.
Thank you so much. That's amazing of you.
Holly, it was a mistake.
Look, not a mistake.
I liked her, the mum, Lisa.
- We tried to make it work... - I don't care.
We split up years ago,
but we both agreed to move back so we could be near our family.
I don't fucking care!
You broke my heart!
You left me in pieces!
I'm sorry.
I loved you so much.
I'm sorry.
I was a wreck after you
for months and months and months and...
- I'm sorry, Holly... - Stop saying that!
But you're good now. Look,
you got back on your feet. You made a success of your life.
Who knows. I might have held you back.
Would you like to see another photograph?
It's a nice one. You'll like it.
This is a picture of my child.
Or maybe I should say our child.
The one you left me with
seven years ago.
The one I got rid of.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because you didn't want me.
You didn't want me.
- Oh, Holly. - No, no, no...
Get out! Get out! Get out of my house!
- Get out of my house! - Holly...
Get out, you bastard! I hate you!
I'm sorry, you're right. I was a bastard, I was.
- Get out! - I'm not that guy anymore.
Bullshit!
Why didn't you tell me about him?
Why did you have to keep it a secret?
I wanted to, but how could I? How could I?
It's lies. It's all lies, Adam. Everything you told me.
- It isn't... - Did you ever feel
anything for me when we were together?
Of course, Holly. I swear.
Please, just let be back, please...
No!
Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
- The cat... - Jesus, is it all right?
Help me! Help me! Get some help! Help me!
Oh, my God. I'm sorry.
What's going on? What's all the noise?
Accident. It's the cat.
I'm trying to find the number for a vet.
Jesus!
What happened? Is it dead?
She loves that cat.
It was an accident.
Jenna's gonna go mental.
Who are you, anyway?
Morning, Holly.
You all right?
Never better.
Neil, I think we should call it a day. Don't you?
What?
Hols, why?
Come on, let's not...
I found your note, Neil.
Note?
All the things you don't like about me.
All the things that are
wrong with me.
It was in your jacket
when I washed it.
Right.
And you read this?
Of course.
And you thought?
Well, it's there.
What does it say?
Me and Holly.
It's there. Don't try and...
It's all written down, Neil.
They're about myself.
What?
The list.
"Emotionally needy,
"plays safe,
"not successful."
They're about myself.
They're the reasons I'm not good enough for you.
The reasons you'll end it one day.
- Are you lying? - No, Holly...
I really like you.
I might even love you, but
I don't think you feel the same.
You act like...
You act like I'm not good enough.
Like I'm second best. I can feel it.
I'd been trying to figure out why, but...
No, it's not...
That's not true...
You're right.
You deserve someone so much better.
You deserve someone who really loves you.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
We've got company.
Mr White and Mr...
Ash?
Ashton.
Ash.
Ash!
I love your hair.
Hi.
I'm so, so sorry.
Can I come in?
Tea?
How's the cat?
Jenna, if I could just try and explain...
Holly, you've always been a brilliant PA.
Loyal, hardworking.
You've looked after me brilliantly.
I'm sure you had your reasons for...
...this behaviour.
But if there's one thing that I've learnt,
when the trust has gone,
got nothing.
No...
No, Jenna, Jenna, please...
I want you to hand in your notice.
I don't want to ever see you again.
And I strongly advise you get some help.
Yeah, well, it's all right for you.
With your perfect life, your perfect flat,
your perfect boyfriend.
Everywhere I look,
online, at work,
everyone's living these amazing lives and I'm just... I'm stuck.
I'm on the other side of the fence, just watching.
Holly, these lives that you're seeing,
it's an illusion.
They aren't real.
Jenna, it's your...
It's me.
Did you get my letter?
About my release?
I need to talk to you.
Call me, please.
So this is what you do, is it? Like, this is your job.
I'm a warehouse manager.
Even Clark Kent had a real job.
So, it seems my, er, boyfriend, saved you from a horrendous attack.
Wanker!
Get off him! Get off him!
No one knows.
Except you.
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