What?
- Just a sec. - No, baby, no, no, no!
Just do it here. You won't get back in if you get out now.
Seriously, Anthony, let me go. It's going to come out on its own.
- No, you have to learn. - Anthony, I'm going to hit you.
Stay in the bed!
Just put your bum out over the edge and just let it go.
Please. It's just a fart.
Oh, my God.
It's shy now. Don't look at me.
You're beautiful.
Oh, God.
Excellent.
Wow!
- Was that...? - Oh, my God. Get out.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God, did you just...? - Get out, quick! Don't look!
Stop it! Get out!
Baby, it's lino, it's lino!
I can't help you unless you tell me what happened.
The only significant detail is that she's annoyed with me
for something that wasn't in any way my fault.
But it probably was your fault
so why don't you break a habit of a lifetime and apologise?
- Do you still have my Frankfurter shirt? - Yes.
Just say you're sorry. You don't have to mean it.
- This is really complicated. - Just turn it inside out.
And you're the one who can never apologise.
What the hell have you done to my T-shirt?
My T-shirt. And I'm always apologising.
Do people really do this every month?
Can you explain to me what you are wearing, please?
It's a onesie. It's very chic.
- Tell me what happened. - You look like a child.
Thank you. Tell me what happened.
What do you mean about me not apologising...
- Jesus, just turn it inside out! - OK, OK, OK! OK.
OK.
Just tell me what happened and I'll tell you if it was your fault.
Come on. I'm getting panicky in my onesie.
I'm not telling you anything ever again.
You just end up telling the whole hospital.
That was a misunderstanding and you should have apologised like I did,
you arsehole.
I won't take the piss or tell anyone,
I promise.
She was...
...doing a fart
and it turned into a poo over the side of the bed.
And she's blaming me because I wouldn't let her out of the bed
to do the fart.
If you're laughing, I'm going to suffocate you.
You're laughing... You're laughing!
I'm not laughing!
Give me the corners, just give me the corners!
..tried to do a poo!
Did you tell management about your door?
- Management? - Yeah, when you registered.
Registered?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Please forgive me.
So, it's you.
It's an emergency
and this is the first time I've done it.
Colin has gone.
To the dentist.
- He'll come back. - What if he doesn't?
What the hell am I supposed to paint?
So, this is the sexiest property we have on our books.
Two beds, one kitchen, bunch of walls, big window.
And the shower has excellent pressure. A screaming bargain, mate.
- What about the owners, are they...? - In Ibiza.
Ooh, a prune. Do you want anything?
No, I'm good.
Hey, thanks for sneaking me in on a weekend. I really owe you one.
Friend of the little bitch is a friend of mine.
- Guys. - Oh, hey.
Hi, hi, hi. I'm sorry I'm late.
This is a nice place! Is this a nice place?
- Hi. - Hi.
Smooth, guys.
Whoa, look at this place!
Surfaces and skirting boards and cupboards and...
an oven!
Can you believe people actually live like this?
I know, it's super cute, eh?
So...
Lunch?
I really appreciate you bumping me up. Thank you.
A guardian can fast-track another guardian.
- It keeps the community-feel strong. - Indeed. - Indeed.
OK, you are aware that if Louise does make a tit of herself,
you will be accountable for her as her referee?
I am. She will not let me down.
Great. Now, if we could have all your documents and the deposit.
I'm sorry, what?
I'm afraid we need the money up front.
I'm afraid I don't have any money.
Well, I need the money now.
There are a lot of people on this waiting list who do have the money.
Can you hold on for a couple of hours?
For the money? Yes.
I just want the money and my superiors want the money very much.
Are you working towards anything in particular?
Seen any good films recently?
Can you take your top off?
- Why? - It's just better.
No, sorry, that wasn't the agreement.
I'm not... That's not...
I'm not comfortable taking my... being naked.
I understand the whole desexualised art thing, yes, but I'm just... No.
OK... No.
- D'accord. - I mean, I know I shouldn't care, not in this situation,
but, I hate my body and I wish I had the sort of body confidence
to just drape myself all over everything, but it's just, well,
it's not like I don't think I'm... No. - You hate your body?
Of course I do. Everybody does.
Everyone hates your body?
No, I mean... Well, probably, if they were honest,
I just... I'm not the sort of person to just, you know, take my top off
and then not care that my top was off.
I would just never do that.
I'm leaving my bra on.
D'accord.
Ready for me to paint you?
Don't breathe.
Stop hitting yourself, poodle dick!
Can't stop it, haven't got the energy.
You are out of control. Stop it, stop it!
You guys are just too funny.
So, how long's this been on the market, then?
I'd say about 28 years.
I mean, there's minimal storage space
and there's a couple of smelly corners,
but it's worth it for the little willy that comes with it.
- What's on the menu? - Just a little something I picked up on my travels.
- He is a really good cook. - Oh, coolio.
He also buys himself small companies and makes them stronger
and more commercially viable. - Well, that's impressive.
- You make it sound like I work for a charity. - Oh, yeah, he's a Samaritan
when he's got the spare time. - Cool.
Stop it! Really. Makes me sound like a knobber.
Don't tell him about the paper.
- Fred? - Oh, yeah, he also writes a column for a financial paper.
And he bakes!
Well, hey, who doesn't love a home-made bun?
Not big on carbs actually, myself.
- Hey, shitty tits, get my bag. - OK.
Don't say anything inappropriate.
- Get your cock out. - What?
I heard that!
It was a test!
You passed.
Just.
All right, you muckers, grub's up.
- OK. Ready? - Yeah.
- No leaving the room. - Deal.
- In. Charm. Get the money. Out. - Easy.
We're going to nail it.
- Just don't drink... - ..the Golden Goo. I know.
- Lulu! - Aunt Gladys!
You are a vision.
And Anthony, what a treat!
Little pressie!
Well, come on in, you two. I have drinks to drown you in.
So, you going to put an offer in?
I'll think about it, sure.
Hey, have you got a second?
- Like, now? - Yeah.
- Thanks, man.
It's not cool how you talk to Fred.
Calling him "bitch" and "pencil prick" and "freaky tits".
I'm not a gaping arsehole - I know it's just for laughs -
but that sort of language is actually pretty...
insidious.
I just think you should just dial it down a bit,
before it starts making a dent.
You're a smart guy, you know what I mean.
Shit, I'm sorry. Yeah, of course. I've never...
- Never thought of it like that. - Thanks, man.
- I knew you'd get it. - Sure.
Everyone happy?
Never happier, cummy bum.
- Home time? - OK.
This one is a real goer.
I found it on the Silk Road.
In Asia?
No, no, no.
It's a dark internet.
Awful place, all sorts of things for sale,
but the occasional delight.
- Sip it. - Ooh, no, thanks.
- Sip it. - We really can't stay long.
Oh, please sip it, darling. I'm just so touched you popped round.
No-one ever just pops round for no reason these days.
Sure.
- I was actually going to ask you for something... - Don't say money.
Please.
I couldn't bear it.
And ten for ten more years of life ahead. Chin-chin!
Oh, OK!
Now, that has to be the last one, you naughty thing, you.
Darling, what IS this that you're wearing?!
It's ridiculous.
It's a onesie.
It's divine! But where does it open?!
How does one get in?! Isn't it a nightmare to get it off?
Nope. No, I've got the knack.
Honestly I can have it off in seconds, auntie.
Are these little poppers?
So yeah, what's... What's up with me?
I'm working in a restaurant.
- So are you finally in a relationship? - Well, yeah...
Lulu always said you would end up together.
Living together.
End up LMNG together.
Oh. Have I said a whoopsie?
Oh, never mind!
- I have actually met someone. - Oh.
- We're engaged. - Oh! How lovely!
What does she look like? Is she a curvy girl?
- No. She's slim. - Is she? Sticky little thing, is she?
Petite? Is she a tiny little thing?
She's very... smart.
So is she a porker, then?
Oh, lovely!
Oh, darling, this outfit!
I simply love it!
Listen, auntie, we really...
My best friend died this morning.
- Where is the toilet again? - Ah, yes.
It's at the very, very, very, very top of the stairs.
- You might be some time. - Yup.
Oh, I'm sorry, darling. You two will come to each other eventually.
Can I borrow some money?
It's just... you go through your whole life...
...and then you shit on your boyfriend's floor.
Did he like it?
You never know. Everyone finds something weird sexy.
What do you find sexy?
I can hardly remember why I've got a vagina.
- You guys don't have sex? - No, we do, just...
the downstairs response is...
rare and very specifically prompted.
What do you think it wants?
- Well... - What do you want?!
Jesus!
Let's see if she gets back to us.
Do you like sex?
Silly question.
Is it?
Are you all right?
- Do you have a toilet she could use, please? - Hmm.
She won't be long.
No, no, no, no.
Ah!
Argh! Let me out!
Ah!
Oh, fuck.
Excuse me.
Hi. Yeah.
OK. Bye.
Excuse me.
- Why do you want to be a property guardian? - Yes.
OK. Have you got the money? The deposit?
Do you take cash?
Any money. Just the money would be great.
Just give him the money, Lu.
I don't trust him.
Great. Thank you for joining the guardian programme.
You seem like the perfect candidate.
You're so beautiful.
Oui.
How are you so confident?
Well, it's not useful to anyone for me to be ashamed of myself.
They want us to hate our bodies.
It's how they control us.
- Oh, my God. - Super!
Oh, fuck off, they're amazing!
I'm even more depressed than ever now!
Do you really like Colin?
- Of course. - Why?
Because he's given up.
And that's attractive to you?
Oui.
He just wants to be small and good and...
because of that he is huge and beautiful.
Everyone wants to be big.
It's bullshit.
And he won't fuck me. Which I love.
Why do you like Anthony?
- Have you got any more wine? - Oui.
Have you got any more paint?
Yo, titty-face, what are you doing?
Do you wanna give me a massage?
I got your special ice cream.
Hey.
Oh, hey!
Hey! We're watching Blue Planet! The whales are extraordinary.
Oh, they're powerful creatures.
- Fred are you eating normal ice cream? - Hmm?
He shouldn't be eating normal ice cream.
I've got him the sugar-free variety.
- I've got quite a few friends who are diabetic so... - Sure.
So I know where to get the good stuff. Do you want to try some?
Nah, no. That stuff's just a little less creamy.
Hey, Sam. You wanna join?
What was that?!
- Don't worry, I'll find out what that is! - Stand back, I'll make sure we're safe!
That's not a danger scream.
That's a jovial scream.
Please don't tell her I'm smoking. She doesn't show me her body.
Because of the secret willy she hides in the crease?
If it was only that simple.
She gets undressed under the duvet and she farts in the hall.
- You've always farted in bed. - I'm farting while I'm saying this.
I just wish she'd let go a bit, you know, laugh at herself a bit.
Just wish she was more...
That really smells, doesn't it?
- That's the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted. - Thank you!
I am sorry that I didn't say sorry about accusing you of trying
to fuck Sam.
I can fuck who I like.
- No, you can't. I have to have approval. - Fuck you!
- No, really, fuck you.
- Can we stay up all night and get really drunk together, please? - Yes!
- You know what the greatest tragedy about us is? - My nose?
No.
- That you'd make a much better girl and I'd make a much better boy? - No.
You never know when to shut up, do you?
Whoa! Party!
Shit. Kate's going to flip!
Whoo! What are they doing?!
MUSIC: Crazy Rhythms by The Feelies
- Baby! - Why are you topless?!
I'm being free. Why are you?!
Why aren't we all?!
Whoo!
Come on!
Argh!
You did not just do that.
Stop making me bum you!
Colin!
Naughty Colin!
No!
Colin! You come back now!
Colin!
Whoa! Careful!
- Where have you been? - The dentist!
All day? What is wrong with your mouth?
Were you watching Cara and Brian shopping again?
No! Yes! It's OK!
I gave Cara my house keys back and told her to budgie off.
I can't believe this is my home.
You are... one of us now.
Yes, I suppose I am.
Colin!
Good evening.
Thank you. Put this on.
No! They are my boobs and they want to see the world.
They can see the world of the showers.
Oh!
I wanna stay!
No, no, please!
Argh!
Hey, I know you've been grieving your father,
and that can sometimes make you act a little bit...
You're a bit of a prick, aren't you?
Yep.
- Don't you like it? - No.
Not at all.
That's a shame. Cos my little bitch loves it.
Don't push me, Sam.
Uh-uh.
Just don't.
Wanna fuck?
I'm not allowed to.
- Wanna fuck? - Yeah.
- OK. I'm just gonna pee first. - Sure.
I've heard things about you.
Yeah, well, I've heard things about you, too.
I've heard you can't poo unless you are completely naked.
- I heard you thought Germany was a continent.
Anthony's not gonna like this.
Anthony's not going to know about this!
What happened?
I shat on the floor and I grew some tits.
I shouldn't have made you fart in bed.
Sh, I love you.
- Huh? - I love you. Shhh...
Oh, I...
Shh. I know you do.
OK.
Shh.
Baby...
Yeah?
I think I've been pretending.
What? Orgasms?
Come on, I thought we'd nailed that. With the crying and the...
No. Pretending to...
What?
Pretending to be in love with you.
Pretending to be jealous.
Pretending to find you funny.
Pretending to love you.
Sorry.