Episode 13 Red Rock

Look, we'll get through this. I promise you. I love you, Jules!

-It's my own fault.

-Who do you owe money to, Ger? Who, Ger?

-Clear!

-LONG BEEP FROM MACHINE

It's Conor. He knows.

No-one's going to believe a junkie.

MOBILE VIBRATES

Jules?

-He was humping my leg, the filthy dog!

-Canine unit got a bit frisky, did they?

That's the last time I'm doing a photo op.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Yup?

Are these any good?

Oh, yeah(!) They're great(!) If it was 1976 and I was your mother!

Sorry, it's all they had.

-Any word on ballistics about my lock?

-No, not yet.

-OK.

-If I haven't heard from them by end of play, I'll chase them up.

Thanks.

Ballistics?

If we can prove that Brian McGonigle's behind this, then...

ALERT

When you have a spare minute, last night's aggravated.

It's a wonder I get time to blink.

Joys of senior management, eh?

Don't worry. I'm on top of it.

-Have I ever told you you're a life-saver?

-Only every other day.

Look, it probably just needs tightening.

Well, I can't have leaking taps. There's people coming to see the house.

-They're not going to look under the sink.

-You think?

The last lot had their snouts in everything!

-No offers yet?

-With Mel doing her best to put everyone off

with her pigsty of a bedroom?

-No chance of that.

-Do you want me to talk to her?

Oh, what? And play the good guy? Yeah, right(!)

Hey, listen, whatever's gone on between us,

we both want what's best for the girls.

-Have you thought about where you might want to go?

-Yeah.

OK. Well, when you make a decision, just let me know

and I'll put in for a transfer.

The same area.

Look, if I'm close by, it'll be easier for the girls.

-And you.

-You're really so sure you're going to get off?

Why wouldn't I be?

The Reid kid's admitted that she fabricated the whole thing.

-Still...

-I don't want to think about it.

I don't know, maybe if you came to court with me...

United front and all that. That wouldn't be such a bad thing.

I know.

I know.

Listen, if not for me, then Mel and Lulu -

they don't need their dad sent down.

Please?

-I should get back. There's a viewing in an hour.

-OK. I'll come with you.

I'll fix the tap.

Um, actually, don't worry about it. I'll get a professional in.

MOBILE RINGS

I'm just saying. You know what it's like, trying to get detectives to shift their arses.

You can whistle for your ballistics, unless there's a dead body involved.

-That can be arranged.

-Mind your head.

And if it was Brian, he won't have left much to find anyway.

Don't get washing powder.

Get the tablets you can chuck in with the clothes.

I know. Beds are all changed. Dinner's in the oven.

-Ange?

-Sorry, just...picking my jaw off the ground here.

Yeah, I'm thinking of going for Housewife of the Year next.

So, what culinary delights can I expect then?

That'd be telling now.

-Right.

-I'm not exactly sure what it is yet. LOUD GUITAR CHORD

-What the hell?

-Did I not tell you? Jimi Hendrix is back.

Conor? It's years since he touched that yoke.

He was up in the attic all morning.

I never thought I'd say it, but I missed that racket.

TOMMY LAUGHS

-Where were you?

-I told you. I went for a run.

-Yeah, I was waiting ages.

-Yeah, not a great idea sitting on me doorstep.

God, I stink. I need a shower.

-You said you wanted to see me?

-Yeah, yeah, I did.

I know what to say in court, if that's what you're worried about.

Who says I'm worried?

I've been practising. I thought he wanted me like I wanted him.

But it was just all in my head,

I was wrong.

-Yeah. Yeah, good.

-We could go through it again.

-No, no, no. Just don't overthink it, keep it simple.

-What? What did I do?

Nothing. God, Rachel, it's not always about you!

Sweetheart, I'm sorry. Just ignore me.

It's just sometimes, it gets...

I can't help thinking - what if they don't believe me?

They will.

You're going to be OK.

-Will I?

-Yeah. Yeah.

You really do stink.

Maybe you should have a shower and I'll make some food.

What if Conor tells the guards on us?

He won't. I swear.

His mam doesn't want anyone to know.

Yeah, that must be tough on her.

A son on drugs.

Forget him. He's not a problem.

Now go on.

Yes, I got that from your e-mail.

But, Kevin, Sharon is a very fine officer

with a near unblemished record.

Yes, and she insists that Brian McGonigle put those items there.

No, we've no proof.

Oh, no. I know it's your call to make,

but as Acting Inspector, I have to do what I think is right.

I understand.

Oh, and you, sir.

-Well?

-With the trial looming, he wants to do everything by the book.

No comeback. An officer has been accused of theft.

Don't say it.

He wants me to suspend Sharon.

At least I know it's cooked!

-It's that bloody hob! One minute it's on and the...

-It's no big deal.

I warned you. That thing's only good for scrap.

Hey, come on. Would you lighten up?

Not the end of the world. I wasn't hungry.

I'll just go and get you some breakfast from across the...

No, no, no. Taking a big enough risk as it is.

I shouldn't have you here so much.

Just can't help myself.

Hey, look. When all this is over, you can cook for me

-somewhere a lot smarter than this dump.

-Like France?

Yeah.

We'll need to learn the lingo pretty sharpish.

Je t'aime, mon amour... Je voudrais habiter avec toi, pour toujours...

OK!

I've got to go.

Can I stay?

Um...

Yeah. OK.

I'll be back soon.

The shop pulled out some security footage. They've had an eye on her for a while.

Well, if she's a pro, see if her description matches any other reports.

-Yeah, I already have.

-There you go, Sarge. No flies on our Adie-boy.

If it is her, looks like we've banjaxed a mini crime spree.

Nothing mini about it, Paudgie. Don't let yourself down, yeah?

Yeah, Sean's right. In fact, we had another force on the phone just now,

-putting in a transfer request for you.

-Ha-bleeding-ha!

-You two should try stand-up.

-Who was it again?

The FBI, I think it was.

Close your eyes, Sharon. It's like Cannon and Ball are in the room.

-Who?

-This is workplace bullying, this is.

Ah, they're just jealous.

Do you miss being at the coalface, Adie?

-Maybe.

-Are you serious?

Stuck out in the cold, dealing with scummer central? You're joking me!

This is better than being on the sick. All you need is a telly.

-Hey, have you got a sec?

-Not really. Can it wait?

Listen, Adrijan being on SO - it's doing his head in.

-Not now, Sean.

-You don't think it's important?

-I didn't say that.

But how about you do your job and leave me to do mine, OK?

Sharon, can I have a word?

Yeah, is it about the break-in?

DOORBELL

KNOCK AT DOOR

-You're up and about?

-Yeah, just out of bed.

Look pretty good to me.

Are you going to invite me in?

He broke into my home!

If I could prove it, I would.

-You can't send me home.

-It'll just be for a week or so.

He'll use this. His counsel, the first question they're going to ask,

-Guard Cleere, are you currently suspended?

-It won't work.

The jury will see him for what he is.

I don't like this any more than you do.

You are letting him win!

-What were you doing poking around?

-Don't you dare turn this on me!

Your passport with someone else's name!

What's going on?

-Nothing!

-How stupid do you think I am?

-I'm starting to wonder, Rachel.

There's a perfectly rational explanation for that.

You're going to leave without me,

-after the trial. Or Gavin McDonald is!

-That's the plan, is it?

-So, why would I need a fake passport? I could use my own. I'll be an innocent man!

-Then why?

-Because if I'm found guilty, I've got a couple of weeks to appeal.

-So?

So... That's my way out of the country!

With you! That's our plan B.

We won't need a plan B!

Yeah, well, Jules isn't going to come to court with me,

so how's that going to look?

-My own wife doesn't believe me.

-You asked her? When?

This morning.

She was here?

She was at me to fix a leaky tap.

I said no!

You're a liar!

-You promised me!

-Rachel, my bloody life is hanging in the balance here!

-Yeah, and I've got to stand up and lie in court!

-Actually, you don't!

You know, forget about it. Just give me that.

-What?

-If it's that much trouble, Rachel, I'll just go now!

You need to go. Vinny'll be home soon.

I just want to watch the rest of this.

-TV:

-The number of people contracting the flu is still relatively low.

You don't want to get close to me. This bug, it's contagious.

-Yeah, you sounded like you were on death's door earlier.

-Yeah, I was.

I was out for the count. On the mend now.

Didn't want to be going in, you know, infecting everyone.

I was worried.

Cos I thought you were trying to avoid me.

Why would I do that?

Joe?

You frightened of me, Bridget?

No.

Good.

Cos the other night, I was a bit full-on.

-A bit?

-Yeah, you know how it is.

Drink talking...

It wasn't the talking that worried me.

Mea culpa.

I apologise.

Apology accepted.

Maybe think...we could take things a little slower?

-What? No.

-Don't try and deny it, Bridget.

-We both know what would've happened with or without the drink.

-You kissed me. It was a big mistake.

-Let's just leave it at that.

-And you kissed me right back.

It takes two.

You said that things were in the bag.

Rachel, I can't take any chances.

-I'm a cop. If I end up inside...

-It won't come to that.

What about you?

Yo could be done for perjury.

Look, everything in court counts. What you say, what you wear.

Slightest slip, jury, they're all over it.

That's why I needed Jules by my side.

It's all about the visual, how it looks.

That's not even an option now, so...

And that's why I had that made, because if things do go wrong,

I've got to disappear. Fast.

A couple of weeks, things settle down, I send for you.

HE SIGHS

Did you really think I was just going to walk away?

-You just don't know me at all, do you?

-I do.

I'm sorry.

Unsubstantiated allegations and you're the one who gets sent home?

Why are you acting like it's such a big surprise? It's not.

These are from the hospital. Make sure the incident room gets them.

It's a week off, Sharon. Don't look a gift horse in the hole.

Sharon.

I need some air.

Skip?

This just came in.

It's about Brian.

I didn't take the call,

but they say they have information about Sergeant McGonigle.

-What kind of information?

-They wouldn't say.

They would only talk to Skip.

Want to meet at the Pier pub.

-It'll be a wind-up.

-What if it isn't?

Come on.

You're not taking that seriously?

If someone knows something about that break in,

it might help Sharon's case.

Tell me you're not interested.

Say it.

-Ships have passed, Joe.

-Say it.

I'm not interested.

You know I could give you the things that he can't.

-I like my life the way it is.

-Now I know you're lying!

Look, don't get me wrong, I'm flattered. Really, I am.

But you and me's not going to happen, so just go back

to your dolly birds because there's nothing for you here.

-I could, but...

-No! I mean it!

Are you knocking me back, Bridget?

-No hard feelings?

-Course not.

Good.

We can still be mates.

Mates? Sure.

We've got to stop meeting like this.

I'm expecting someone.

I know.

-You.

-Come on.

You don't have time for one drink with an old friend?

I could have you for wasting police time.

Just hear me out first.

Please.

I hear Garda Cleere got herself suspended.

We know you broke into her flat.

No point in trying to convince you I didn't.

I need to go, Brian.

Of course.

So how's Conor?

Just I heard he's having a bit of a hard time lately.

It's a shame.

He's a clever kid.

Throwing it all away like that.

What do you want?

Justice.

I never touched that girl.

I will go to my grave, swearing as much.

What do you want, Brian?

You've known me longer than even Jules.

Do you really think I'm guilty?

Hm?

You've trusted me with your back enough times.

I am the best guard that station ever had.

Yeah, Cleere's vendetta against me got way out of hand.

But there's no point in letting it get any worse, is there?

You know you could stop this.

Any time you want.

Admit what you did.

I didn't want to take it this far.

Something you need to see.

That's pretty tragic.

I guess Mr McIntyre rubbed someone up the wrong way.

Only, we're not going to get mixed up in all of that.

I've put in the hours. Surely that's knocked something off.

Yeah, but there's interest on top of the interest and it all adds up.

But as you say, we're mates, so you come back to work,

you'll have it paid off sooner or later.

I'm going off to top up my tan for the next few weeks. I'm going to need someone to answer the phone,

look after the greenery, those type of things.

You see yourself in. And if anyone comes asking questions...

I've never seen him before.

You got it in one. And if anyone does, you tell Breen.

He's looking after things.

As for the other matter, we'll discuss that when I get back.

Yeah.

I was shocked.

Are you not surprised?

You knew what they were up to?

And there's me thinking it was just Tommy's doing.

Angela...

HE TUTS

Don't make me use these.

What are you going to do?

Hm.

Nothing. But you're going to help me.

You interviewed Rachel, didn't you, the first time?

The time she said there was nothing dodgy going on between us.

And then she changed her mind.

Because Garda Cleere stuck her oar in.

She coached her. She persuaded her.

That's all you have to do.

Just tell the court the truth,

about how Sharon bullied Rachel into changing her story.

It's no skin off yours.

You do that, these stay between us.

No.

Look, Ange, I wish there was another way. I do. Honestly.

But I'm just protecting my family.

Just like you would.

ANSWERPHONE: Hi, you're through to Tommy Tyrell. Leave a message.

-If I want, I'll get back to you.

-Tommy. Call me, it's urgent!

Well, what happened?

Nothing. Er...

No-one showed. Someone having a laugh.

-Maybe you should have waited longer.

-I wasn't about to waste all day.

Are you OK?

No.

I'm not.

What's up?

Actually...

If it's OK, I need to go home early.

Why?

I don't feel 100%. Feel sick.

You were fine earlier on.

You think I'm lying?

No. Course not.

I, um...

I think it's a stomach thing.

Is there anything in the medical cabinet?

I'd really appreciate it if you could finish off your shift. Just with Sharon gone, it's...

I'll look in the drawer.

Thanks. I owe you one and I hope it eases off.

-You know, you're just going to have to bring it all back.

-I know.

This is just how it works. Doesn't make it any easier.

-He's not going to get off, if that's what you think.

-No?

He got Rachel Reid to change her story. Doesn't that tell you anything?

-There's still enough evidence.

-No, no, there's not.

And there never will be. He's too smart for that.

-Say he gets off, he won't be here.

-Yeah.

He'll definitely be transferred.

Well, he's still making all the moves.

Whatever division he's in, he'll come after me.

He was in my home.

-I have something on those aggravated robberies.

-Mm-hm?

-I have a possible link.

-Go on.

-Mick Moran. Heating is his line of work.

-He has form.

-Nice work. Get him in.

-I'm on SO.

Right, that's me out of here.

Sharon... Sharon.

This isn't what I wanted.

I know.

It would just be nice for once if it wasn't McGonigle getting

-what he wanted.

-He won't.

-That man is vermin.

-There's nothing we can do.

I suppose not.

Why is Moran not gracing us with his presence already?

-Cos Adrijan can't leave the front desk.

-So? What's wrong with you two?

-Anything to get out of here.

-MOBILE RINGS

Tommy. Where have you been?

No, I can't talk on the phone.

Tell Nikki I'm sorry. I need to go.

DOOR BUZZER

-27 St Killians Park.

-Huh?

Moran's address.

-Right.

-I wrote it down for you.

Still got a few brain cells left.

Yeah, just in case.

BEEPING

DOOR CLOSES

Sorry, love. I got stuck at the airport.

What?

It's not Conor, is it? He told me he was jamming with his mates.

It's Brian.

He knows.

Paudge!

They've kicked Cleere to the kerb, I hear.

Pleased with yourself, are you?

Turning a poor girl's life upside down.

This ends now.

Oh, you're here to stick up for her? Play the big man?

The hero!

Oh, yeah. Fair dos.

That could be a good move.

Maybe. Who knows?

Might earn you a bit of gratitude on her part.

Yeah, that whole brother-sister thing you had going on,

-never fooled me.

-Watch what you say!

Oh...

Going full-on Rambo now, is it?

This I've got to see.

You'll be smiling on the other side of your face soon enough.

On the Sex Offenders Register for the rest of your life.

Now, you know that's not going to happen, don't you?

The fact is, Paudgie, I'm going to be right back at work,

faster than you can say not guilty.

And I'm going to enjoy that.

Yeah.

I could make your life a misery.

I won't. Or maybe I will.

I don't know. Get back to you on that one.

You won't be back.

-Keep away from Sharon. I warned you before.

-Or what?

You know.

Enlighten me.

Or what, Paudge?

If I wasn't in uniform...

Go on. Take a shot.

You might even get away with saying it was an accident.

That's what you want, Paudge, isn't it?

-I could do a lot worse than that.

-Really?

I saw you on that CCTV. I saw you kissing Rachel.

Now, if I stood up and said that in court...

Yeah, but you said it was platonic.

Yeah.

I bet that guilt just eats away at you.

CHOMPS NOISILY

Couldn't even back up your partner when she needed you.

You're useless!

As always.

You are a disgrace to this uniform!

Get lost, before I call my solicitor.

If you had half a brain, you might be dangerous.

Keep away from Sharon.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won't.

One of these days, your luck will run out, McGonigle.

You can count on it!

You should have been more careful.

-So this is my fault?

-You couldn't see he was following you?

No, cos I was looking out for my son.

I knew this would happen. Sooner or later.

It was a stupid idea.

He won't go through with it. He's bluffing.

-Are you kidding?

-Well, have him for blackmail, then.

-I can't.

-Threaten him.

-With what?

-Anything!

Tommy, he doesn't care about anything except staying out of prison.

He'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants.

What am I going to do?

Do we have a choice?

-What?

-This is your career we're talking about. Our son.

DOORBELL

Mrs McGonigle.

Please!

You need to know the truth.

-Well? Say what you have to say and then go.

-I didn't mean it.

Any of this. I told the guards that I lied.

-You have to believe Mr McGonigle did not touch me.

-Why?

Why is it so important what I believe?

You were mum's friend.

Maybe you should have thought about that before you started

throwing false allegations around.

I know. I'm so sorry.

So why?

What was going on in that head of yours?

I don't know.

Oh, you do know.

It was Mam.

When she died.

I couldn't stand being in that house any more.

Dad was just crying all the time.

I had to get somewhere else.

Here. With you.

It was like my family was gone.

I just wanted to be a part of yours.

I loved it here.

You were so kind.

And this is how you repay us?

I was just so jealous of Mel.

I used to wish that Mr McGonigle was my dad.

He listened to me, he let me talk about my mam...

And then I fell in love with him.

I made an idiot of myself, but he told me to stay away.

To not come around here any more.

And?

I thought he might tell my dad, so...

..I said he touched me.

My daughters have been without their dad for months.

Lucy cries every day.

Missing him.

I said I'm sorry.

So why did you let it get this far?

My husband could go to prison!

I wanted to own up, but she said I'd get into trouble.

-Who?

-The guard. Sharon.

She said that I'd get into even worse trouble if I owned up.

I'd be locked up for lying.

Does your dad know this?

I tried telling them, but nobody will believe me.

No matter how times that I try to say it.

Mam would hate me for what I've done. You two are friends.

DOOR CLOSES

What is she doing here?!

-Mel..

-You lying cow! Get out!

-Go home, Rachel! Go!

Calm down! Let her go! It's all right, Melanie. It's fine.

I should have wiped the smile off his face.

And end up with your teeth halfway down your neck?

-Thanks for the support(!)

-Taking on, Brian.

How's that going to help Sharon?

Upstairs would blow a fuse if they found out.

Found out what?

Moran. Somebody had given me the wrong number.

By the time I found the right door, he'd legged it.

Brilliant(!)

I know. I'll leave a note for the next shift.

You do that.

-Hey.

-What?

OK, you can bite my head off if you like, but I'm going to say it again.

Adrijan. SO's killing him.

There is nothing I can do about that.

Everything by the book, is that it? Doesn't always make it the right thing to do.

Are you sure this isn't your own guilt talking, Sean?

Cos that's not something I can fix for you.

Where were you? Get in.

-Was there a Garda car outside?

-No. Why?

Doesn't matter.

Where you been? You said you'd be here.

Making sure you don't need this any more.

I went to your house.

I was with Jules.

-You did what?!

-She's fine, Brian.

She fell for it. It was so easy. Like, I just turned it on.

Court's actually going to be really deadly.

You went to my house?!

Yeah, you said you needed her in court.

No, I need you to do exactly as I say. Do you know how risky that was?

I did it for us, so we could go to France.

I thought you'd be happy.

Yeah.

Yeah, no, you did good.

But...

MOBILE VIBRATES

Who's that?

Er, nobody.

Look, it's getting late.

Er, your dad's going to be wondering where you are.

-I'll just make something up.

-Listen, we're this close.

No point in risking everything now.

I can't do it, Tommy. You can't ask me to lie under oath.

It's better than the alternative.

Both of us locked up for supplying.

It's medicinal.

It's against the law, Ange. You know that better than I do.

And where would it leave Conor and Stephen?

No, I could come clean. Tell Nikki.

-How would that be any better?

-She's a friend.

DOOR OPENS So was Brian, once upon a time.

I'm just leaving the door open, fetching the amp from Russ's boot.

What's it going to do to him?

-How did you get on?

-Awesome. Like the best thing.

Er, what's...? What's going on?

-Daddy!

-How's my little munchkin, huh?

We need to talk about this, but you need to calm down.

I can't calm down! I'm furious!

-Ooh.

-Look, there's two sides to everything.

I think we'll need our hard hats for this one, huh?

-Something's happened in her life that was massive. Her mother died...

-Says you!

-And what? Because she says sorry, it makes everything OK?

-Do not talk to me like that!

-No blood on the floor. That's a good sign.

-Dad, it's her! That lying slut was here!

-Who?

-Rachel.

She's got no right being here.

-Did you call the guards?

-Brian, she was here to explain.

-It's fine. Calm down.

-Explain?

Why she lied.

Mam's feeling sorry for her now.

I let her say her bit. That's all.

That's what your text was about?

Well, I thought you should know.

OK. Listen, I'll call my solicitor. I don't want you lot getting upset.

Can we call a truce?

Come on, Mel. It's not your mum's fault.

I suppose.

Good.

Now, I think it's someone's bedtime, hm?

Why don't you take her up?

Hey, come on.

He can't get away with it.

You can't let him!

How, Conor?

-It is what it is. What matters now is what we do next.

-You don't give in to him.

-Look, he knows you're shooting up and that I'm and that I'm buying the gear for you.

-And that I know, too.

-But that doesn't mean you lie for him.

-I don't want to.

-Do this and he gets away with everything.

-Yeah, he does.

-Look, let's not make this about other people.

It's this family he's coming after.

And if your mam does what he says, at least it buys us a bit more time.

Yeah.

-Yeah, for me. For me to get straight.

-None of us like it.

-But this piece of scum has us over a barrel.

-Well, you can't let him.

Once he has this on you, he'll have it forever.

At least this way, there's a slim chance that things might work out.

-Not for Rachel.

-What's she got to do with it?

-I should have told you.

Told us what?

Just...

He's back with her.

Sleeping together.

-Hey, want a hand?

-I can manage. I'm not out to pasture yet.

Yeah. I know that.

And even if they stick you behind a desk, you'll still be a pain.

-I'm seeing a nonstop stream of memos even now.

-You'd better believe it.

Not that I'll read them, of course.

Here.

Another scoop.

I've got no work in the morning. I can stay out late.

Take it easy.

Will I walk you home?

Since when are you my mammy? Just get me another drink.

He'll get what's coming to him.

I'm not crying.

I know.

It's liquid anger.

I'm seeing you home safely.

I'm fine here on my own.

All the same, I'd feel better if I did.

I'm not going home, OK?

What do you mean?

I am staying in a B&B.

I can't go back there. I tried to, but I can't.

Not after what he did.

-I wanted to tell you, I just...

-What?

Couldn't open your mouth? Lost the power of speech?

-He couldn't.

-Why the hell not?

He's no trouble gabbing off to me whenever he feels like it!

-Rachel, she...

-What?

-She threatened me, Da. She said if I said anything, she'd report me.

-For what?

-What do you think?

-Underage sex. And drugs.

-So much for the wide-eyed innocent.

-So that's how Brian found out?

-It's not her fault, Ma.

-No?

-You've never liked her anyway.

-Don't.

That's not what this is about.

It's not her, it's him.

I tried to get her to tell the truth. She just... She wouldn't.

-And she won't.

-She will, she will!

-You reckon?

Once she finds out what he's doing to us...

-When it makes her see sense...

-You're deluding yourself.

-I can get her to tell the truth.

I can. I can get her to tell the truth. I know I can.

-I'm not going out with him.

-No, you just happen to like the same films.

And the same evenings. In the same row.

-How many more times?

-Look, if you like, I can call in a favour.

-Yeah?

-Have him checked out.

-What?

-Yeah.

Criminal record, family history, extended family.

You do not go anywhere near him! I'd die, Dad!

A second ago, you didn't care about him.

And on that note, it's time for bed.

-I'm 16, I'm not ten!

-Bed.

Mel, come on.

-Night.

-Night, sweetheart.

Night, Mam.

Look, I'm sorry about her showing up like that.

I'm glad she did.

I needed to hear it from her.

You didn't believe me.

Guess she's not the only one who needs to apologise.

Listen, thanks. Proper meal and all.

Round a table. Not off a tray.

-It's funny what you never appreciate before.

-I believe you.

OK, look, I'll fill the dishwasher and then I'll just head out.

Oh, well, there's another bottle of wine in the fridge.

You don't have to rush off, do you?