[music thumping, indistinct chatter]
- [chuckles] I only smoke on stag dos...
and bank holidays.
- Can I have a drag? - No.
Sorry, but, no. I need to smoke it all.
[indistinct chatter]
Ah... [laughing]
- There he is, the bachelor himself.
How's it going, buddy? - The best.
I love you guys.
- Oh, my God.
I love you. - We love you.
- And I love Jessie.
- Yeah. - Yeah, yeah.
- Oh, yeah, she's all right.
- No, I mean, I still love Jessie.
- Yeah, that's cool.
- Nice one.
- That's a cool thing.
- You guys want a drink?
- No, no. No, thank you.
- Hey, buddy...
[chatter and music continue]
[soft acoustic music]
- Man, we have got to find some food.
Ooh, they've got kebabs.
♪ ♪
- Shit.
♪ ♪
- How come I can't text Liam?
- Steve, you got to make sure she can text her new boyfriend.
- Oh, shut up. - Here we go.
[laughter]
- Well, I just think you should have run it
by the group first before you decided to invite some guy.
- You invited your hairdresser to Cornwall last year.
- Yeah, but she was great, right?
- She was. - How is she doing?
Is she well? - I loved her.
- Really well.
- Well, Liam is cool and good-- great, too, okay?
And also, I definitely put it on the group chat.
- Well, I didn't realize I was coming
on a couples' holiday, Jessie.
- It's not a couples' holiday, Shivani.
And, also, I mean, like, Joe doesn't have anyone.
Sorry, Joe, I didn't mean it like that.
- Oh, I'm fine with it, honestly.
Bridget would have eaten all the crisps.
All the more for me. [chuckles] [door opens]
- Well, well, well... [door closes]
We're entering our post-Tom era.
- We're not entering a post-Tom era, okay?
Also, actually, Steve and Ian, they went on a stag do.
So that's actually the real betrayal.
J'accuse, j'accuse.
- I wish I hadn't gone. - What?
- I had a great time.
- [sighs] All right, well, do I just--what do I do?
I text him and cancel or something?
- Absolutely not. He's coming.
- Well, Jessie, should we put your stuff in your room?
- Oh. - Hey, come on.
Hey, uh, maybe we should, um, try and keep
the communal spaces a little tidy this weekend.
What do we reckon? - All right.
Well, then, also, maybe we can all just try
and be like normal people as well,
because you are representing me in front of this guy.
- Right. - Absolutely.
- Right, you are at the top.
- Ooh.
I can't eat any of that.
- Right.
- So it's actually a lot warmer at the top of the house.
And this is it-- home sweet home.
- No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Steve, uh-- - First come first serve.
- Why did you book this place? - Are you kidding me?
I checked multiple times with everyone in the group chat,
and you all said you were happy with it!
- Oh, my God! Chill out, Steve!
Jesus!
Hey, hey, hey.
Please, please, please swap rooms with me.
- I've already plugged my charger in.
- But it's a kid's room.
I don't feel right.
- So you want me to sleep in a child's bed
and listen to you bang all night?
- No, no, no. I'll be--you won't hear me.
I'm as quiet as a mouse. - I know for a fact you're not.
- [groans]
[sighs]
- Ah! Stop! Stop!
Jessie! Jessie! - Just be a good friend!
- Oh, leave it!
Leave it! [growling] - Aah!
All your stuff is already there.
It's already there. Come on. - Stop!
- Please!
- Really? - Yes. Yes.
- God, I don't remember.
Was I there? - Yes, yes, you were.
Tom said he still loved Jessie.
- Well, he was wasted.
Maybe he was talking about a different Jessie.
- I'm not good at keeping secrets, okay?
I have been burdened with knowledge that I do not want.
- Well, just forget about it.
- [whispering] I have a photographic memory.
- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
- I like Bridget.
- I think you're sort of born to get divorced.
[knocking on door]
- Jessie!
Liam's here! - Oh!
- Steve! Get the door! - [sighs]
- W-what do you think I should do?
- Just relax, man. Just try not to think about it.
- Yeah, okay, okay.
- Hey, mate. - Yeah?
- Um, Sarah's pregnant again, by the way.
Just don't tell anyone.
[clears throat]
- What did I just say?
- Don't get the door. Shut up.
Everyone shut up, shut up, shut up.
- I didn't say anything.
- Hello. Hi. - Hi.
- You made it. - I did.
- You should save yourself, though, right now
because they are animals in there.
- Oh. - Yeah.
- Well, it was nice knowing you.
- Yeah. Bye. - Goodbye.
- [chuckles] Come on.
- I'll open the door. - [gasps]
all: Hi! - Hello.
- Okay.
- Oh, no. - Joe!
- What is that? - What are you doing?
- Sorry.
- I'm sorry for trying to create some memories.
- Welcome. - Hiya. Ian.
- Hi. - How was getting here?
- This is everyone.
- You know, I'm actually having a really nice time.
- Oh, that's great. - Yeah.
- Afternoon. - Hello, there.
- What the fuck was that?
- I thought people in the country
were supposed to be friendly. - Piece of shit.
- So, uh, Liam, what's it like having a real job?
- Shivani.
- What? I'm just surprised to meet competent men our age.
- We're a rare breed. - [chuckles] Sorry.
- Are you taking the piss?
[indistinct chatter]
- Whoa, sorry.
- Whoa. You all right? - Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Next time you're falling on your ass.
- Really? - Yeah.
- How you doing back there? - Oh, yeah, yeah.
Go ahead.
No, I don't want any special treatment.
- Okay. - [grunts]
- Do you think Jessie knows what she wants?
- What are you on about? - Oh, just a general question.
Do any of us know what we want?
- Right, you're weirding me out.
Don't ask anyone weird questions
like that this weekend.
- Oh, shit! I think I found magic mushrooms!
Shit, probably shouldn't yell that.
- Hey, you be careful on those. You know what you're like.
- Pretty good-- - Uh, remember Brussels.
[jazzy music]
- Is this your card? - No.
- [groans, sighs] I don't know.
- I don't feel anything.
- Maybe we were supposed to sauté them or something.
- No, we just got to eat some more.
Got to eat a lot. - I'm going to try one.
- Ah, ah, no, definitely not. - Why?
- That's really controlling behavior, Steve.
- Yeah, Steve, why not?
- Because these--these things can really fuck you up.
[spits, coughs]
- No, none for me.
- That's disgusting.
- Uh, how you doing, Ian?
- Yeah, great. Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, not--not feeling anything yet.
Just feeling a little bit queasy.
It is me speaking now, isn't it?
- Yeah, man. - Yeah.
- Hi.
- [chuckles] Kate? Kate?
- Oh, no, I fell asleep.
- Let's get you to bed, okay?
- Ooh, why can't I get up?
- Uh, 'cause you're eight months pregnant, I think.
- Oh, you remembered.
- Get her under the arms. Right.
[chuckles] Everyone say good night to Kate.
- Night, Kate. - Sleep well.
- Night, guys. Good night.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
- Oh, my God, everyone goes crazy on mushrooms.
I can't be dealing with them.
- [laughs]
- What are you laughing at? - You wouldn't get it.
- Mm. - All right, here we go.
- Mm, Jessie?
- Yeah?
- Did we have a good time?
- Yeah, we had a great time. [chuckles]
- Mm.
Oh, I'm having a baby soon.
- I know. You won't shut up about it.
[chuckles] - Jessie?
- Yes?
- Will you still tell me all your secrets
when the baby's born?
- Of course.
- Can I tell the baby all your secrets?
- I don't have much of a choice, do I?
- [exhales deeply]
- The last time I did mushrooms,
I had a conversation
with what turned out to be a very tall lamp.
- [chuckles] Are you high right now?
- No, I didn't take any.
- Wait, what?
- Sorry, didn't you hear what I just said
about the lamp thing?
- [chuckles] No, I actually wasn't listening
to anything you were saying.
- That's fair. - Yeah.
- Also, I didn't want to, uh,
do anything embarrassing in front of your friends.
- [sighs]
I didn't take any mushrooms either.
- Oh. - Yeah.
So I suppose we're both...
of sound and sober mind.
- [chuckles]
We are.
[jazzy piano music]
♪ ♪
- Ooh.
♪ ♪
Mm, mm. - Mm, mm, the beds are sliding.
The beds are sliding. I'm falling!
[laughter]
♪ ♪
- Oh, hi. - Oh, hi.
- Hi.
Here we go. - Uh, Jessie?
Uh...
I was sick.
- Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
- In the sink. - Okay.
- Tom still loves you.
- Okay.
- Tom's still in love with you.
He told me about it in confidence on the stag do.
- Hang on. Sorry. What are you talking--
- But you're in love with Liam now, so everything's fine.
[chuckles] - I didn't say I-I love Liam--
Well, I don't--
- Maybe you should be with Tom, then.
Good night.
- Ian?
♪ ♪
What the hell?
♪ ♪
- [whispering] Jessie?
- [whispering] Yeah?
- I would spoon you,
but I'm afraid I'll fall down the gap again.
- That's okay.
Good night. - Good night.
♪ ♪
- Someone needs to swap beds with me.
[sighs] My mattress feels like it's filled with coins.
- Well, I had an amazing sleep,
so I-I don't know what you're talking about.
- How are my little druggos this morning?
- Morning. - Also, was I dreaming,
or did someone get into bed with me for a bit last night?
- Oh, no, that was me. I got the wrong room, sorry.
- No, no. It was nice.
Nothing happened or anything. - Good.
- Do you want some milk? - No, thanks.
- I'm not even attracted to Sarah.
- That's so rude.
- I didn't mean it like that, Sarah.
- Hey, um, can I borrow some of your dandruff shampoo?
- It's quite expensive.
- Yeah.
No, cool. Yeah, yeah.
[clears throat]
- Morning.
- Oh, morning. - Here you go.
- Thank you. - That's all right.
- [sighs] - [chuckles]
- You all right? - Mm, mm.
It's just a lot of people downstairs.
- [chuckles] Yeah.
- My friends, but they're just a lot of people.
[chuckles]
- [clears throat] - Hello.
- Did you make relationship coffee?
- I only have two hands.
- And this is how you treat me?
- No, take mine, then.
- Couple's holiday.
Yeah.
- Shivani!
- Guys, Jessie made relationship coffee...
- See what I mean? - And she's gone back to bed!
- I quite like her. - No, you don't.
- Ah.
Hey, where's Liam?
- Having a shower. Why? - We need some more firewood.
And he looks like he knows how to chop firewood.
- Oh, yeah. Yeah, Liam's great.
Absolutely no problem with him whatsoever--amazing guy.
- Yeah, okay, I can do it.
- Do you know how to chop firewood?
- I've seen it in movies. I don't know.
- Don't hurt yourself. - Yeah, all right.
- Ow.
- [exhales sharply]
Okay.
- Wow. Rustic vibes.
What are you doing out here? - I'm providing for my family.
[chuckles]
[grunts] What the hell?
[groans]
- Hey, Liam seems lovely.
[grunts happily]
- Yeah, Liam's great.
- Yeah?
You all right? Ian said you stormed off.
- What else did he say to you? - Nothing!
Why is everyone being so crazy?
I'm the pregnant one. I should be the crazy one.
- I'm acting normal, and I'm feeling fine.
- Right.
- [grunts] Jesus fucking Christ!
- Oh, my God, get a grip. - Motherfu--
[sighs] - Your energy is all off.
- Why is this so hard? - It's all off.
- [sighs]
- No, I did. I put--I put money in the account for the lamb.
I was the one that wanted to buy the lamb.
- [clears throat]
[dramatically] Darkness falls on the village.
Villagers...
close your eyes.
- I just realized I didn't check on the lamb.
- Villagers, close your eyes and shut up...
because while you slumber,
a deadly threat stalks the streets.
Werewolves, open your eyes.
Quietly choose who you want to kill.
- [mouthing words]
[mouthing words]
- Werewolves, please make a decision.
Okay, werewolves, close your eyes.
Detective, open your eyes.
Detective, who would you like to know about?
Detective, close your eyes.
Doctor, please open your eyes,
and choose who they want to save from death.
- [mouthing word]
- I hope the doctor knows
they can save anyone in the group.
- [mouths word]
Fine. Doctor, close your eyes.
Village, awaken.
[all imitate yawning]
- Good morning, village.
- Except it's not a good morning,
'cause, unfortunately, late last night,
while taking a stroll with his beloved,
one of your villages was brut-- - Babe, hurry up.
We don't need the backstory.
- I was creating a nice sense of atmosphere.
- Hurry up, Steve. - All right, Ian's dead.
Talk amongst yourselves. - What?
[all groaning] - What?
- Gone before your time. [all groan]
- Wouldn't you agree? - Jessie, di--
- Ah, bap, bap, bap. The dead cannot speak.
You've got one minute to find a werewolf.
- I vote Joe.
- What the hell?
- Why Joe? - It's a necessary sacrifice.
- I'm happy to--
- Oh, come on, look at that face.
He looks pretty innocent to me. - Sorry, this is so mean.
Bridget always said you were snakes.
- Jessie, I really don't think it's Joe.
- Okay. [groans]
It's not personal, Joe.
- It feels quite personal. - Well, it's not.
- Yeah, well, it just feels a bit personal.
- Don't worry. I've got your back.
- I know, Joe. It's fine. It's just a game.
- It feels like a personal thing.
- I vote Kate.
- Excuse me?
- Yeah, actually, this is a classic werewolf move.
You've killed Ian to throw us off the scent.
- [scoffs] - That is what I would do.
- Okay, except for you're the fucking werewolf.
- Ooh, I'm not the one getting defensive.
- What's wrong with you?
- There's nothing wrong with me.
- Is this because I told you Tom still loves you?
- You're not allowed to talk. - What?
- You're dead, so that's not-- Actually, you know what?
Go ahead, Ian. - I--
- You can talk. Why did you tell me that?
- Well, I-I don't know, Jessie.
Why did you kiss an engaged man, eh?
- Ian! - Fuck off.
- Eh, oh. - Come help me in the kitchen?
- Yeah. - Right, let's, um--
- You don't need to hear any of this.
- Why don't we, um... - Wait, where are you going?
- I'm just going to check on the lamb.
- Jessie, not cool.
Liam?
- [sighs]
I don't know why you're shaking your head.
I just--I don't know what kind of bro chat
you had with Tom or whatever,
but he is the one who invited me to the theater.
He is the one who kissed me.
- Sorry? You kissed him at the theater?
- Yes.
- I meant the wedding...
when you kissed him.
- [scoffs]
You kissed him again?
- [sighs]
- Why didn't you tell me?
- [scoffs] Because I knew this would happen.
I knew--I knew you would judge me.
- No. No, I wouldn't have.
- Yes, you would have. - Well...
[scoffs] Maybe if you made one good decision in your life,
I wouldn't have to judge you!
- How am I supposed to make any good decisions
under that kind of pressure?
I don't have to tell you everything.
- [scoffs]
Right. Okay, I'm going for a walk.
- I'm going for a walk.
- No, I'm going for a walk first!
- Kate.
Kate! [door closes]
- [blows raspberry]
Steve and I are having another fucking kid.
- Nice. Congratulations.
both: Cheers. - Thank you.
- Are you happy?
both: Yeah.
- It's going to be great.
- Yeah.
- Hey, it's Tom. Leave a message.
[line beeps] - [sighs]
Hey, man.
Uh, I don't know if you got your phone turned off
or you've, like, blocked my number or something like that,
but I just wanted to reach out to you
and say, uh, that you're getting married.
So maybe just go do that.
So, yes, please do not reach out to me ever again.
This is me reaching out to you
to say, do not reach out.
Thank you.
[breathing heavily]
[sighing]
Hi.
- Hi.
- I'm sorry.
- No, no, it's--it's, um...
it's--yeah. [chuckles]
Listen, I might go home.
- Okay. [chuckles awkwardly]
- Actually...
[grunts softly] - [sighs]
- Is it okay if we break up?
- You don't have to ask for permission for that.
Um...
I don't really--I can't say no after that, so...
[voice breaking] Yeah, I guess.
[sighs] It seems like such a waste.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
I just think, um...
I think you've got some stuff to sort out.
You know?
- Yeah. [sniffles, cries]
- Come here, come here. - [crying, sniffles]
- I'm such a fucking idiot.
- Yeah, maybe. - [cries]
[chuckles] - [sighs]
- [sighs, sniffles]
[sighs]
[jazzy piano music]
♪ ♪
[sniffles]
♪ ♪