Kos Sun, Sex and Suspicious Parents

This programme contains strong language

The freedom of your first holiday with your mates, where everyone's up for it and anything goes.

Cheap booze.

Dirty dancing,

and that all-important independence.

A chance to get away from mum and dad.

Sorry, Dad.

If my mum saw me right now, she'd be like, "What?"

But, on this holiday, the parents are coming, too.

Secretly watching.

Sophie!

Sneakily spying.

I can't stand it.

-And outrageously hiding.

-Get down!

All to see if their kids can stand on their own two feet.

I think it was pretty disgusting.

She's gone for that!

-This is not what a mum wants to see.

-Sorry, stop filming.

But, will it bring them closer together?

I love that boy so much.

Or drive them further apart.

-You're nicked.

-Oh, my God!

Coming up - can two teens from very different backgrounds

survive a week away from mum and dad?

18-year-old Sophie waves goodbye

to her strict Jehovah's Witness parents...

We do have standards

that should not bring offence to Jehovah because we worship God.

..and enjoys her new-found freedom.

If my mum saw me right now, she would be like, "What?"

And, 19-year-old exhibitionist and mummy's boy Ronnie

heads of for his first lads' holiday.

He won't grow up while he's under this roof, that's a fact.

-Let's go back to mine!

-It's not happening.

And gets a welcome break from Dad.

We are so similar, we just clash and we don't get on.

But, when the parents go to spy on their kids,

will it all prove too much?

Oh, my God. I'll go down there in a minute myself.

As Ronnie and Sophie have a holiday they'll never forget.

Oh, my God!

Hello, Mum.

I'll have the strongest thing you've got, please.

18-year-old legal secretary Sophie is preparing to go on holiday.

I can't wait to go out and just break free

and just get drunk - completely gazebo-ed, as I like to say.

Sophie lives at home with religious parents Alan and Geri,

but they lead separate lives.

OK, the Scripture that we're going to examine today

and discuss afterwards is Revelation 21...

Jehovah's Witnesses believe they are among the chosen few

to live in paradise come the Armageddon.

As Jehovah's Witnesses, we don't believe it's right to lie.

We don't believe it's right to steal.

We don't believe it's right to drink too much.

We don't believe it is right to have sex before marriage,

and we don't believe it's right to smoke.

My parents would never let me bring a boy back. They'd kill me.

I have to go to their house for jiggy jiggy.

Or in my car. Ha! Joking!

Raised a Jehovah's Witness,

at 14 Sophie turned her back on the faith.

I sobbed my heart out.

I cried and cried and I really, really was upset.

I don't really abide by any of their rules.

I live by the motto, what they don't know can't hurt them.

Sophie was brought up by single mum Geri,

but, after a 17-year split,

her parents got back together.

It was amazing when we realised how silly we were 18 years ago,

and we did find each other attractive still,

so we got married again and gave Sophie a mum and father.

It's actually a really happy family. I really get along with my dad.

Now, united as a family, they want to know more about her secret life.

It'll be interesting to see how she's behaving,

whether anything we've taught her, you know,

she uses that in her life while she's on her own.

Joining Sophie on holiday is best friend and protector Marcus...

Do you know any Greek?

..lightweight Georgia...

I'm not allowed to flash my bum.

..and, up for a giggle, Trin.

Trin!

To Kos, guys, let's smash it!

19-year-old Ronnie from Sidcup in Kent has just finished college.

It's my first time away with my mates. I can't wait. I'm ecstatic!

He's going with laid-back Josh...

You've been in the gym, mate.

I have. Get me sorted for this holiday.

..big drinker Aaron...

..and best friend George, always the easy target.

Down it! Down it!

The only downside is leaving doting mum Sandra.

Mum, can you come and cut my toenails, please?

My mum does everything for me.

When I get out there I'll probably be ringing her three times a day.

I never cut my own toenails. Never. I can't do them.

I mollycoddle Ronnie,

and I know I shouldn't, and I do do things for him

that I think he could do himself,

but I don't mind doing them.

Ronnie is definitely a mummy's boy. Trust me.

-I need to bring condoms.

-I've got them for you.

-Have you?!

-I have.

-Really?

-Yes, I have.

-Where?

I was hoping you would because I don't want buy them!

He won't grow up while he's under this roof and that's a fact.

He won't. Will he?

Not with you around, anyway.

Ronnie may be named after dad Ron, but that's all they have in common.

I don't really talk to my dad.

I just don't like him. He gets on my nerves so much.

He just, like, digs at me and that.

I would rather get on with him,

I would rather not have so much conflict with him.

We just clash.

-Why did you do that?

-I'm going out!

He tries to wind me up, I try to wind him up.

Who wants to come out on top, basically, with me and him?

They drive me mad actually.

But that's them.

Look, he's kicking me!

Ron hopes he'll get a chance to see the real Ronnie

by observing him on holiday.

He's always reserved with me.

It'll be an eye-opener.

It's 4am and Sophie is getting ready to leave her parents

and their house rules.

I put condoms in the bottom of my suitcase

and my mum was like, "Let me repack it.".

I was like, no! Stay away from the suitcase!

There's nothing that needs to be repacked!

I'm trying not to worry.

She's going to enjoy herself and everything is going to be fine.

-Have you got everything.

-Yeah, I have. Love you!

-See you soon.

Bye!

See you soon, Soph! Sooner than you think!

-Should we start drinking at the airport?

-Yes, definitely!

-Yes!

In Kent, Ronnie and the boys are starting early with shots at 4:30am.

-Oh! That's disgusting!

-Oh, I'm going to be sick.

-See you later.

-Have a good time. Be safe.

-See you later. See you next week.

-Behave yourself.

See you in Kos.

# We're all going on a summer holiday...

# There's no working for a week or two. #

The beautiful Greek island of Kos is considered to be the jewel of the Aegean Sea.

But it's also one of the hottest party islands.

And every year, over two million hedonists descend, looking for cheap booze and cheap thrills.

And Sophie and her mates' week of freedom starts here.

Hello, Kos!

Ready, girls?

Oh... It's nice and...big.

Oh, whoop whoop! That's nice!

Supermarket across there. Oh! Isn't that handy!

-Me and Trin are sharing and Georgia and Marcus are sharing.

-Let's go and see our little boudoir.

I haven't even been here ten minutes and already I want to go out and drink some cocktails.

Ah!

Ooh! Keep going, Soph.

This is us drinking at two in the afternoon. Chin chin.

Chin chin!

Ronnie and the lads are also ready to start partying.

But homebody Ronnie is contemplating a week without mum looking after him.

I'm hoping the hotel's luxurious. I'm hoping it's nice and clean. When the cleaners come in...

Do you know when they come in and they make your towels or bed sheets into like swans or something?

I want them to do that.

Oh, please. No. Oh, my God! Oh, shit!

-You're having a laugh.

-I'm not staying there.

Vergina?

Look at the size of this.

Ronnie's sharing with Josh.

George and Aaron are in the other apartment.

Oh, you fucking...

I was hoping to have one of those toilets that washes your arse.

Is that...? It works as well.

My mum normally does all this kind of stuff.

But with no mum around, Ronnie has to do it for himself.

I think I've actually unpacked everything.

What Ronnie and Sophie don't know is that back in the UK,

their parents are about to head off to Kos.

We're coming to get you, Ronnie!

We don't know really what's going to happen and what we're going to see. It's apprehension in that sense.

I wonder what we're discover about Sophie!

Straight to Heathrow, my friend.

The teenagers are revelling in their first few hours of freedom.

But their parents have arrived and are ready to spy on them for the next six days.

Hi, guys. Are you all right?

-Hi, I'm Gerry.

-Angela.

I've wondered what we've let ourselves in for!

-So what's your daughter's name?

-She's called Sophie.

-How old is she?

-She's 18.

-Son or daughter?

-Son. Ronnie. He's 19.

-Do you know much about your son?

-If I delve into his private life, he cuts me off.

We don't know what she does when she leaves the house. We're Jehovah's Witnesses.

Our daughter doesn't really want to know about being a Witness.

If she decided she doesn't want to stay with it, that's her choice.

The parents must go undercover all week, so if they're spotted now, it'll be game over.

You feel like naughty little school kids, don't you?

I've never been to Greece before.

I've got no idea what the attraction is. I'm having a good look. I like the shape of the buildings.

-I don't think they're going to be looking at the buildings!

-I know.

Kos is gearing up for a crazy night.

Wooh! Wooh! Wooh!

First impressions, it looks absolutely live.

We cannot wait to go to loads of clubs. There's so many people here!

-And while the parents settle in for a quiet one...

-Cheers, big ears.

..their kids get on it.

I want to get fucked!

-Up my nose?

-Yeah.

Time will tell who can handle Kos's cheap booze. And who can't.

This is banging, man. This is so good.

Look at...

You need to slow down. You're fucked.

This is a bar crawl.

We're just going from one to the other until we can't even get to the next.

After two hours of non-stop drinking,

Sophie's still going strong.

If my mum saw me right now, she'd be like, "You don't smoke."

-I'd be like, "Mum, I'm sorry."

-Only smokes when you're intoxicated.

But the evening's claimed its first casualty.

If you take a look behind me, have a look at that.

-Georgia!

-Georgia, wake up.

I think Georgia needs to go home.

Ronnie's friend, Aaron, is also in a mess.

-Brilliant.

-Aaron is off his trolley.

Aaron.. Oi.

Luckily, Ronnie's keeping an eye on his mate.

-Come here.

-Who threw a drink over me?

-No-one.

-That's pathetic, man.

You've got to go home, all right? Aaron...

While Sophie's more concerned about carrying on with the party.

No matter how drunk you are, I'm not going to take you home to be a boring little fart.

-We're like debating whether or not we should take Georgia home.

-I think we should take her home.

-No, no, no.

Trin thinks we should take Georgia home,

but I think we should take her out.

She told me she needs to be sick.

It's a liability, she can't be on her own.

One of us has to look after her.

Right, I think we should take her home.

I'm struggling a bit here.

Watch your head. Georgia.

This is so funny. I'm sorry but I find this absolutely hilarious.

I'll grab her by the legs.

And then pull!

Basically, we're all like partying hardcore

and then Georgia gets completely drunk, so we've taken her home.

She's dead out right now and we're going to go out again

and party hardcore without Georgia because unfortunately, she can't...

You...

Trin.

Georgia.

Come on.

Why are you saying you're going to party without me?

-We're going to party without you cos you're really drunk.

-I'm not. I like to drink.

Love you. Bye.

Let's go and party!

We've got a key for the door.

I don't think Kos can handle us, really.

But we'll see.

It's 1pm and despite being sent home by Ronnie last night, Aaron's still in bed.

He was sick in this pot last night

and he was sick in between our beds as well. Fucking vile.

Come on, Aaron, I'm cleaning up your sick.

He was so ruined, I thought he can't stay, like, out in that state.

Otherwise, you don't know what's going to happen. I thought it was best of him to just go home.

Fuck off!

I'm going to sleep, man.

I'm going to stay here till I feel I can move properly.

Now I feel like poo.

And I want my mummy. Mummy!

Mum and dad are closer than she thinks.

And today, the parents will find out what their kids got up to on their first night in Kos.

-I hate to think that Sophie's overdone it.

-But we do have...

Not rigid standards, but standards of conscience and behaviour.

That shouldn't bring offence to Jehovah cos we actually worship God and He's looking on as well,

so we have a responsibility to Him.

I don't really know what Jehovah's Witnesses do actually.

Their upbringing is different to the way we've brought up Ronnie.

Ronnie and Sophie's parents will be watching footage of last night's antics on monitors.

I wonder what they've been up to. My palms are starting to sweat.

I hope he don't let me down.

Ronnie's closer to his mum, Sandra, so this is dad Ron's chance to see a different side of him.

O, no. what's he drinking?

Up his nose!

Fucking hell!

That's good, man.

-They've never seen a human drink like that before.

-It's crazy.

-Oh, my God! Who's that?

-He ain't having a wee there, is he?

-Is that Josh.

-Looks like he's having a wee. He's having a wee!

Up a bin.

I will absolutely crucify him when I see him.

Verbally wise.

He'd probably get arrested for that in England.

To some people, that's acceptable. To others, it's shocking behaviour.

Perhaps that's just the way I think and perhaps I don't find that tasteful.

If you don't mind me saying, I think outrageous behaviour.

You'd agree with that.

So, shall we continue?

Come on, mate. You've got to go home, you're absolutely mangled.

That's quite nice. He's looking after Aaron. Trying to. Ah, that's nice.

He's really trying to take care of him.

-I told you he was caring.

-Look at that, eh?

-From one extreme to the other.

-Definitely.

From being outrageous, to being a caring, responsible adult.

I'm pleased to have seen him look after him.

Gerry and Alan's religion prohibits smoking and drinking to excess.

They're worried Sophie's not living by similar rules.

Looks like she might be worse than Ronnie.

-She's drinking out of a straw, it's not up her nose.

-What are they doing?

I think she's had enough, Sophie.

I didn't know she could do that sort of dancing, special sort of dancing!

I thought pole dancing was exclusive to... I don't know. Special places where they have that.

-Is it in all the clubs now, that sort of thing?

-I don't know!

Let's see what happens next, shall we?

As far as I know, Sophie doesn't smoke.

What? You don't smoke! I'd be like, "Mum, I'm sorry!"

That's the first time I've seen my daughter light up a cigarette.

-Has that upset you?

-She's hid it well. I didn't know she smoked.

Have a look over there.

Looks like Georgia's heading off. Soph, your mate's passed out.

Sophie hasn't even seemed to notice her friend's passed out next to her.

I'm not laughing because I find it funny, I find it sad.

She's gone.

Oh, dear.

I'll grab her by the legs!

They're going to drag her through.

They've just dumped her and they're going out again.

I'm not comfortable with what they do, these young people,

to go and do that and just get so blotto, why?

-At least they've got her home.

-That I really respect. I'm glad they've done that,

but sad to see themselves get in such a horrible state.

Your son has cared for his friend, our daughter so far from what I've seen,

is so full of alcohol she doesn't know what's going on.

It really bothers me. Look at you all drinking, knocking it back,

not understanding what alcohol is doing to you.

It's something I've always tried to advocate with Sophie is watch

how much you drink and the message is not getting through.

The boys are getting ready for another night larging it in Kos.

Oh, fucking hell! What is that? That is disgusting!

But Ronnie's forgotten that mum's not around to clear up his mess.

That's black!

Ronnie's just had a shit in our bathroom.

That is horrid, piss on the floor and everything.

Don't... Oh, my God!

You're disgusting!

I get it from my dad. He tells me about things he used to do when he was younger.

We're just similar in every way, really.

Because we're so similar, we clash, we don't get on.

If you're going to have mates like Ronnie, you've got to put up with it.

Sophie's recovered from her hangover and making the most

of her second night of freedom with no mum and dad.

MUSIC PLAYS

It's 1:30am and the boys are also hitting it just as hard as last night.

Vile, man!

Ron's pretty out of it at the moment.

Next stop, Mario's on the waterfront.

But little does Ronnie know, mum and dad are sneaking onto a boat

moored metres from the bar to watch what he gets up to.

We're at touching distance at the moment.

It would be nice to see him being sober and seeing how they act.

Oh, there's Ronnie. He sounds drunk.

Can you believe he's literally just outside, Ron?

-I'm going to have a peek.

-Be careful.

THEY SING DRUNKENLY

HE LAUGHS

I can't believe what he's doing. Getting everyone else involved.

And they're all doing it.

The state of Ronnie.

Ronnie's pulled!

He's a right tart, isn't he?

Let's go back to mine.

It's not happening!

Why's it not happening?

Change the record, Ron.

Let's go back to mine. Having a party at ours.

-Where's that?

-The hotel's called Vagina.

This will boil your mind.

I'm quite surprised how confident he seemed to be.

When he's out, really, I thought he'd be quite shy. Obviously, I've got that one wrong.

For dad Ron, it's evidence that Ronnie can more than look after himself.

You know what to do now when he gets home. He can do everything. We'll leave him alone.

If he's capable of doing that there, he's capable of doing everything at home.

Meanwhile, Sophie and her mates have found a novel way to entertain themselves.

This is called laughing gas and it makes you really high,

really smiley for about 20 seconds and then you're normal again.

My whole body like felt tingly.

And it's legal, woo!

Yes, girls! There's no wastage.

No wastage. No wastage.

We're going skinny dipping right now.

Sophie's very, very drunk, once again. To the beach!

-Look at how much less busy it is.

-I know.

# Get your fucking tits out!

# Get your fucking tits out! #

Over on Bar Street, Ronnie's also getting intimate.

# So many girls in here where do I begin?

# I see this one I'm about to go in

# Then she says I'm here with my friends

# She got me thinking and that's when I said

# Where them girls at, girls at

# Where them girls at, girls at... #

And after snogging his way around town,

he heads to the island's coolest venue, superclub Status,

where he's come up with a new pulling tactic.

But it's attracting the wrong sort of attention.

We were in there 20 minutes and we got thrown out.

You had some birds there. One of them would have come back with you.

-There was a bird there who was coming back.

-You fucked it right up.

-No, I never.

-You did. You got your willy out.

-I did not get my willy out.

The teenagers are halfway through their holiday and it's been three days of non-stop partying.

I feel like crap.

From a safe hideaway, their parents are preparing to watch footage from last night.

Ronnie looked like he was having a good time.

I know he likes the girls and they like him, but I've never

seen him in that situation and he looked quite comfortable with it.

But now I've got something on him, he won't live this down.

I just hope her behaviour hasn't gone beyond the boundaries of what is acceptable.

-I hope Sophie tones it down a little bit today.

-Yeah.

Oi! Get it down you!

INAUDIBLE

Goodness. The girl can drink.

Yeah! Yeah!

What is Sophie doing?

No wastage. No wastage!

-She's just drinking it off his stomach.

-I don't know.

Phhf!

Would you think about that, then?

There's still that concern about how much they're knocking back and

-watch they stoop down to do.

-I think you've got to let them

have their own space. I think they do know their limits.

It's part of their learning curve. And they've got to experience it.

I understand what you're saying and I appreciate your comments.

I suppose I'm just coming from the angle that prevention is better than a cure,

and that you've got to know your limits.

This is called laughing gas. It's completely legal.

-Laughing gas.

-Laughing gas.

SHE GASPS

What's this going to do to her?

I don't think it is a laughing gas.

It just gives them a high for a few seconds. That's all.

I like the way she goes, "Oh, this is completely legal."

She's already drunk off her face

and now she's breathing this laughing gas.

# If you want to get with me... #

-Ah! They're going skinny dipping.

-Oh-oh.

This is when it can be dangerous, when they do things like this.

-Yeah.

-Alcohol, swimming.

-Yeah.

# Get your fucking tits out! Get your fucking tits out! #

I suppose I, you know, feel momentarily more worried about

them being in the sea at that time of night with that amount of alcohol

in them, which probably took my mind off what they were doing.

I've never seen her drink that much.

Right, let's see what the next instalment is.

Fucking stinks! Fucking hell! What is that?! That is disgusting!

-That's in their bathroom.

-That is disgusting.

-Yeah, that's filth.

-That is filth.

-But he obviously thinks that's funny,

-because he's gone and done it in their room.

-Yeah.

-Filthy git.

-Yeah, if they'd done it in his room, he'd kick up a stink.

-Yeah.

Kick up a stink. There's a pun there, by the way!

Right, let's see what the next instalment is.

How many girls has he actually kissed?

Threesome.

THEY CHEER DRUNKENLY

How can he still pull when he's in a state like that?

Definitely loves the girls. Oh, my God.

Alan?

I just think it's safer to say "no comment", because we're

worlds apart in what we actually believe in, that sort of thing.

-Fair enough.

-You won't insult us, don't worry.

-I don't know if I want to see any more.

-Let's go for it.

Oh, don't start doing that, Ron!

Getting chucked out now.

Serves him right.

That's not funny. That's not funny.

-I definitely don't like seeing him like that.

-No.

Very uncomfortable viewing. I think when you don't set limits, boundaries,

then it goes beyond that,

to extreme behaviour like we saw in the other camp.

So to a degree, I'm proud that we've maybe been able to pull

Sophie back from going so far with that kind of behaviour.

But seeing what Sophie gets up to under the influence has left

Gerry and Alan wondering what else she's capable of.

The girls have gone to the beach

and we are somehow going to sneak into their hotel.

Every parent will fear the worst of finding things

that they don't want to see.

As devout Jehovah's Witnesses, Gerry and Alan condemn sex before marriage.

I don't want to see evidence of anything...

I can't say the word you said earlier on,

you didn't want to find anything lying around.

-Thank goodness for that!

-Oh, my goodness!

-Right.

-That is, I would imagine, Sophie's area, make-up everywhere.

That's her bag there.

This is Sophie's special, all round the house, everywhere.

False eyelashes, that's her speciality.

Not much to live on. I knew they'd have alcohol.

Peach schnapps. Not got much left, has she?

-It's not too bad, is it?

-What kind of magazine does she read when I'm not looking?

The Porn Ultimum... Oh, there we go.

Sophie's suitcase. If there's anything to hide, it would be in there.

Just have a look, a little rummage through.

Oh! Something I didn't want to see.

I hope she don't go round using them.

There you go. Um...

What can I say?

As Jehovah's Witnesses, we don't agree with sex before marriage,

but, you know, she's got free will and she can do what she wants.

That's life, and we'll just have to get on with it.

I don't live by religious standards, because their standard is very high.

No sex before marriage, no lying, nothing. No revealing clothing.

So, I have rebelled against it a bit.

The only reason I hide it from my parents is

because I don't want them to look down upon me.

Oh, hang on.

I need to be sick, and it's not letting me.

Today, Ronnie and the boys are going sightseeing.

We ain't seen much of the island.

We've only seen one road since we've been here.

So we thought we'd get some quad bikes out

-and the buggy and go for a little excursion.

-Adventure!

It's going to be like tour de Greece. Helmets ready.

-We look like a bunch of helmets.

-Stop complaining!

-Will I get nicked?

-Probably, yes.

-Will I get nicked for doing this?

What he doesn't know is he's driving right past Mum and Dad's hotel.

Quick! Come on, quick!

Get down!

Get down, he might see you.

He's got his fucking mankini on!

-Better do a runner now and go and rampage his bedroom.

-Yeah! Let's go!

Shall we go? Let's go.

Ron wants to see how his mollycoddled son's coping without Mum.

So, they're seeking into his apartment.

We'll get upstairs, it's going to be a disaster.

He's got no guidance now from Mummy.

He has to ask Mummy, "Mummy, where do I do? this" Yes, he does, yes, he does.

-He doesn't say that.

-You know what he's like. Come on.

Let's wait and see on that one.

This looks like the one. Fucking hell.

It's quite tidy.

Yeah, not as bad as I thought, really.

Oh, look, they've got an iron out and everything.

All the shoes are lined up. Oh, my God, everything's hung up!

That's the condoms, there. They're not open.

He's obviously had a headache quite a bit,

because he's taken quite a few tablets.

It's not a headache, it's a hangover.

I can't believe how tidy it is, actually.

-You would said it would be in a right mess.

-I can't believe this!

-He s not a slob.

-Made you proud?

-Yes, definitely. Yeah.

I think he's doing all right.

So, we know he can iron out now, can't we?

Ah!

In a few days, Ronnie will go home,

and he's been doing some thinking about life with Mum and Dad.

I'm quite surprised that I haven't missed home at all, to be honest.

I am really surprised.

I do feel a lot better, I feel like I am more independence than

what I thought I was and I reckon I can cope on my own and that.

I can do things for myself, I can look after myself,

and I think that's what I've got to do when I go home.

I think my dad will feel, not proud of me, but I feel a bit better.

He's been right about me being lazy and not doing things for myself.

We do have a rocky relationship,

but that can clear up and we can get along a little bit better.

Arriba!

The teenagers are halfway through their holiday

and enjoying another big night in Kos.

Sophie and her mates are off to a glow party.

THEY CHANT

But Sophie's worried parents are going to keep an eye on her.

I'm hoping that it doesn't get too raunchy or anything like that or too explicit.

I hope she's not overdoing it to the point where anything can happen.

Gerry and Alan are sneaking in to watch her every move on monitors.

Oh, there she is, is that her there?

Little does she know, she's walking straight past her mum and dad.

Hi, Sophie!

She's quite near the door.

Oh, my goodness!

How close was that?

That was too close for comfort there.

I almost thought she was going to a cartwheel straight through the door.

Shots. Vodka.

They've just bought vodka shots and she's knocking back beer as well.

She must be thirsty with all that dancing.

-Just, like...

-A sleazy place like this.

Oh! I thought they were just friends.

What is she doing?!

Good on you, Marcus, pulling her away from that.

-I think Marcus is looking after her.

-Yeah, did you see that?

Oh, well done. Pull her away!

It's 2am, and reassured that Marcus is looking after Sophie,

Mum and Dad make a quick getaway.

-Shall we go now?

-Yeah.

In a few days, the teenagers will fly home.

And after making the most of last night, Sophie's still recovering.

-GERRY:

-Last night, after we left, I couldn't help wondering what would happen next.

My little imagination was going into overdrive.

RETCHING

Sophie is putting herself in the shop window there.

She's very provocative and she's after attention.

That can only end in disaster, and I can see that.

Today, the parents will watch footage from the previous evening for the last time.

We actually went to spy on Sophie. They had a glow party.

I was so shocked that she loved pole dancing

and she does it all seductively,

and I was like, "I really don't like that at all."

A lot of gyrating going on. Things like that.

And you know, just like...

Harmless fun, still harmless fun, in my eyes.

I don't know if it's harmless in the sense that, you know,

it's not just her dancing round the pole,

it's how they dance around the club in that way as well.

Marcus pulled her out of quite a few situations where, if he hadn't

have been there, it would have been so much worse for Sophie.

Right, dare we press the button again?

-Let's get it over and done with.

-Here goes.

Right, see you later, babes.

-Bye!

-He's going on his own?!

-It looks like it.

Oh! I'm not surprised. Here's Sophie,

sitting on the toilet floor. She looks really out of it.

Oh, Soph!

My concern here, Marcus has gone,

and he's the one that's been looking after her.

She's just sitting on the loo floor, knocking back more drink.

-That stopped?

-Yeah. Right.

It's a shame to see that, that even though she's

so out of it still, she's still knocking it back.

The girl has got no limits, has she?

It puts her in a vulnerable position,

-getting in that state and anything could happen.

-Yeah.

-We're not happy with that.

-That's scary, isn't it?

-We need to have a quiet word with her about that.

-Right. OK.

I feel Sophie doesn't tell us everything

because I think there's that fear of, well, "I don't want to

"disappoint my parents, so it's best they don't know."

I'd like the doors of our communication to be open even wider,

not that I condone what she's doing, but I'd like her to feel,

"As much as my mum doesn't like this, I know my mum still loves me

"and that I can actually talk to her about this."

Shall we see what he gets up to next?

I do miss my mum a little bit, but I feel more like responsible

and things and I actually do prefer it,

just doing everything for myself. I'm standing on my own two feet.

We know he's more than capable of looking after himself.

Do you pamper him?

I pamper them all.

-RON: No comment.

-You can't do "no comment".

You do! You wipe his...private parts.

I must admit, you do look after everyone.

Probably, without you, we wouldn't be together. The whole family.

-Thank you.

-That's a compliment.

RON: I'd probably fall over if he mentioned me, though.

-Shall we move on? Now he's going to disgrace us now.

-Let's see what's in store.

-Have you had a shower yet?

-We've got to go out. We've got a date.

What are you doing?

When my dad does wind me up, it does get to me.

But like I said, it's probably my own fault.

I probably take it the wrong way

than what it's actually supposed to come across.

We probably should make more of an effort with each other.

We're just too similar, so we clash.

Hmm. Interesting.

That's actually true, because you are so similar.

But he actually realises that, but you know that too.

-That's the first time he's actually edited it.

-Yeah.

So that's quite nice to say that, "I should try it more."

We've got something to do then, when we get home.

I got a bit choked, as it goes, to be quite honest.

I know he's a soft side, but not to me, he hasn't.

And I've never shown it properly to him as much as I should do.

So, yeah, well done, son.

That's good.

We haven't seen eye-to-eye as he's been in his teens.

We have clashed... Well, we clash quite a lot.

But he's come out with comments like that which

I've said to Sandra, he's probably set to his mum,

we've never said it to each other, so we've got bridges to build.

I've had plenty of proud moments of Ronnie.

Um, to hear what he said, that's probably the proudest moment.

To date.

Tomorrow, the parents will finally reveal themselves to their kids.

So tonight, they're off to spy on them for the final time.

We're here now to check up on the girls

under the cover of darkness. They won't see us.

The boys and girls are at the same bar and have no idea

their parents are only metres away on next door's balcony.

They seem to be getting through that big jar of alcohol.

-Ready, one, two, three, go!

-# Get it down! #

At some stage, she's just going to pass out, I tell you,

I can see it coming.

Yeah.

-They've met.

-There he is.

-There's Ronnie.

Hello, my name is Gollum.

Be gone! Why are you here? You're horrible.

-Why am I horrible?

-You are horrible, though. Be gone!

You know that harbour? Go jump in it and don't hold your breath.

They're not exactly getting on, are they?

Earlier in the week, the teenagers had a chance encounter.

But didn't hit it off.

You need have a drink, man. You're boring, man.

We are not boring people. We are fucking hilarious.

You've got no dignity.

I would be embarrassed if I was related to you right now.

It's been a week of hard partying,

and after another night's boozing, it's starting to turn nasty.

Well, then, go away. Bye-bye.

We're not shit! We're fucking brilliant.

Don't get angry!

Don't. Calm down, Marcus.

Look! You just missed that. He just pulled his pants down and showed his bum to them.

You are a skinny runt!

THEY SHOUT

-Oi! Do one!

-One, two, three, asked me join them.

One, two, three!

No, don't! I thought she was going to throw it all over him then.

-You are so ugly, please go away.

-You are so fat...

Go away! You're not wanted!

-Oh, my God! That is so out of fucking order.

-No need for that.

That is. I agree. I am sorry. It is.

-Who threw it?

-That could have cut him.

-No.

I feel like going down there now, because I am fucking fuming.

You cannot throw glass, it's not right.

That wasn't me. I swear on my life. I'm really sorry.

I'm fucking... I'm livid now.

The state of me. Look at the fucking state of me!

For the stunned parents, it's just too much to bear.

Stop the filming. Stop the filming.

None of us expected it to turn into that.

We were watching how stupid our children are behaving under the influence of alcohol

and then the next minute it turns into that.

It's such a horrible situation to be in, to see him like that. He was vulnerable.

I just wanted to be down there to comfort him and stop him getting into trouble

and be with him and just usher him away from the situation.

We were supposed to throw the drink on him. It was supposed to make him stop talking.

Let's go. Let's go.

I did not intend for a fishbowl to fly out of my hands, hit him and bounce on the floor.

That was completely not intended. For that, I genuinely feel bad.

Like I wish that hadn't happened. If I could take it back, I would.

In the future, I would probably definitely try and tone down my argumentative side.

When you're out and when you're drunk, it's definitely not a good thing.

Just not funny at all. In the heat of the moment, stupid things happen.

Following last night's antics,

Ronnie and the boys have decided to have a proper meal before going out.

What he doesn't know is that after a week of sneaking around,

his mum and dad are finally going to reveal what they've been up to.

I've realised how well I actually know my son.

I know he's more than capable of taking care of himself.

I've always been close to Ronnie. I probably haven't shown it.

I'm always a step back

because, obviously, you take the lead role in the house, don't you? You run the house.

As Ron and Sandra approach the restaurant,

Ronnie is blissfully unaware.

I'm just really excited at this point. My stomach's turning.

I'm quite nervous about his reaction

but I'm sure he'll be fine after the shock.

I just want to get right in there now and get on with it.

Oh no! Oh no!

I must have looked like Josh does when he lies down in the sand.

He always looks a state so don't worry about that. Fuck, man!

-Hello, Mum.

-Wait.

-What have you been doing? Have you been watching me?

-I have, all week.

-Oh, fuck!

-I've seen quite a bit.

Are you going to have words with me? You don't look happy with me.

-I'm fine, I'm fine. No, you've entertained us.

-Really? Fuck, man!

Weird man, I'm shocked.

-Has that been a point where you thought, you want to have a go at me?

-Yeah.

-When?

When you was urinating up a dustbin.

You can get done for that over here. It isn't right.

First, you've got to is stop taking your trousers down

and showing your bits off to everyone.

-Stop doing that.

-Did you see what happened last night?

-Yeah.

-That's out of order, isn't it?

-That wasn't your fault.

-Nothing to do with you last night.

Looks like you all had a good time.

It has made my day, watching you enjoy yourself.

-So...

-You don't have to be so cringey.

-Shut up!

-I'm trying to be nice here. All right?

-That's a first.

There's one back at you, Ron.

I thought he'd have words with me, have a right go at me

but they were fine about it.

I'm shocked they've seen my willy and that. Embarrassing.

It's disgusting.

He's just said to me, "I'm going to have words with you two."

-He's not very happy.

-Oh, well!

Get in there! Get in there!

Sophie still has no idea that mum and dad have watched her every move.

I honestly feel I have got to know my own daughter better -

observing her from a distance.

I thought I knew her but now I realise I don't.

It makes me feel that I want to be a better parent towards her actually

because I think I've left her a bit to her own devices too much.

Sex on the beach!

Sophie's kicking off her last night with a cocktail lesson

at her favourite bar and has no idea her parents are coming too.

I'm so excited. I can't sit still. I'm like, "Come on, let's just do it."

Oh, my God!

What are you doing here?

Stop trying to fake smile.

Come here!

-I need to talk to you. Right. OK.

-What?

We have been watching you all week, all right?

I'm shocked to see how much you drink. Oh my goodness!

What I saw was that vulnerable side of you.

How can she drink so much and get herself in such a state?

We were above the bar last night.

-Where everything kicked off last night. We were upstairs.

-We were upstairs.

-Oh, we're so sorry.

-Oh, my God!

-It was the worst accident that's ever happened.

-Yeah, yeah.

-I can't believe you being here.

-Yeah.

Oh, your room! You found something I wasn't very happy with.

A condom that's still there now.

We need to talk more.

I think what's happened, we're Jehovah's Witnesses.

You're doing stuff you think we don't approve of,

that maybe gives you a licence to not talk to me about stuff that happens.

I think, maybe, without compromising our principles,

that somehow we could meet in the middle.

I just want to get closer to you. Give me a big hug.

-Thank you, darling.

-It's all right.

-Love you.

-Love you too.

-Oh, babe.

I'm really shocked she was watching me the whole week -

every single conversation, every single shot, every single dance.

It's been a great week. Wonderful climax to it all, you know.

Her face when we walked in here. It was like, yeah.

Carry on.

What were we saying about drinking?

As it happens, we've actually ran out of money.

So, if you're going to buy a round...

The holiday has come to an end.

Before flying home, Sophie's parents want to talk to her one-on-one.

I understand, Sophie, how difficult it must actually be for you,

to live in a house where your parents are Jehovah's Witnesses.

Since I've decided not to be one, I guess it has changed little bit.

I don't want to disappoint you. I don't want you to think badly of me.

Having seen now what you do, I realise it's better for me to know.

It's nice to know that I can talk to you guys about things now.

I won't be afraid to tell you anything - tell you everything I've done or anything I'm going to do

and you won't disown me if I do anything wrong.

-No, we won't. You know.

-We love you so much and we want the best for you.

I'm glad you feel you can talk to us now. That is a great milestone.

At the beginning of the holiday, my motto was,

what they don't know can't hurt them!

Now I sort of think the opposite. It's definitely brought us closer

because she knows what I'm like and I don't have to hide anything.

When we all get back home, I think things will have changed for the better.

We're going to be much more aware of each other and each other's needs.

Ronnie's dad is also starting to work on his relationship with his son.

You think I'm having a go at you all the time.

-I'm only trying to do it for your own protection.

-I know.

-To look out for you.

-At the time, I don't want to agree with you.

-Because you... I know you react the way I react.

-Exactly!

Sometimes, we need to take a step back and think about the question

and then go, OK, perhaps you are right. That will stop it there and then, won't it?

-You know what I'm saying?

-Yeah.

-That's true, isn't it?

-Yeah. Sometimes I am out of order.

-Yeah?

What? Cringe bag!

I've got liquid.

During the week, as my dad's been watching me, I think he realises

how I feel about sometimes the way he treats me and that.

He probably understands now.

I think he will probably lay off me and I'll probably lay off him as well.

I feel my relationship with Ronnie will definitely get better once we get back.

We'll spend more time together, talk about our differences -

be a father and son time.

Obviously mum's got to have a step back.

It's hard sometimes with him growing up and obviously trying to look out for him all the time.

And learning to let him grow up actually.

I do need to take that step back

because I'm trying to hold onto him as long as I can.

Made me...

Coming up next week - it's booze.

-Boys.

-Do you love me?

And bad reactions

in Malia.

Don't get all that in my face.

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd

E-mail [email protected]