Come on!
ALL: Wahey...!
Oh, my God!
Cool...
Ugh. Isn't it great?
I always forget how much I love the countryside.
Ooh, keep an eye out for birds, everyone. Mm.
Well, keep an eye out for the house, mainly.
It's called The Gables and it's supposed to be
on this road, apparently. I don't know.
Oh, ah! What was that house there? Sam, was that The Gables?
The Stables. Stables.
Oh, well, we're close, sound-wise.
Oh... Yeah, I'm not sure that's how it works, Mum. It's not.
Well, what number is The Gables? No...!
They don't have numbers. No, that would make life FAR too easy.
No, no, they much prefer to give their houses quaint little names.
BRANCHES SCRAPE CAR
Whoa, Mum, look out.
You're hitting the hedges. Yes, but the road is too thin.
Amy, can you help, please? I'm on my phone.
Yeah, well, could you stop being on your phone and look for The Gables?
What are you talking about? I don't know what Gables look like.
The sign! Look for the sign!
Mum, it's there! Stop!
Look, back there. The Gables!
Yes, well done, Sue! Well done, Mum. Well done. Nice one, Gran.
I spotted it first, but... Sue! Turn her around, babe.
Yep, turn around up here... AS HAN SOLO: Turn her around, Chewie.
NORMAL: Chewbacca.
Turn her around, babe. You've got to reverse her. Stop doing that.
I know I've got to turn around. You could've turned there.
How could a road be this narrow for this long?
Missed a... I take it back - I absolutely hate the countryside.
You keep missing laybys. I hate it!
But why? What do you need a screwdriver for?
None of your business.
I mean... Well, do you want a flathead or Philips?
Philip's? Who's...? No, I want... I want your one. No, no.
They're different types of screwdriver.
DOORBELL RINGS
Doorbell! Yes, we know. We have a doorbell.
You don't need to shout "doorbell", as well.
I do if no-one answers it.
SAM: I'll get it.
Just tell me what... No.
What are you trying to screw?
She wants to put a lock on her bedroom door. Maya!
What? No. Absolutely not. Uh, why?
Cheers. Just no!
Mum, the foxes have been again.
Oh, God! Oh, God. Really?
I mean, how? How do they keep opening that bin?
I struggle to work it out most of the time.
They haven't eaten much of your kale pie, Mum.
Well, neither did we, to be fair.
SUE: Anyone like a coke float?
A coke float? No, thanks.
Mum, it's 8:45 in the morning.
Is that a no?
No, I mean, I will have one.
Look, Dad, please... Where are you going to put it, Mum?
Well, back in the food bin, I imagine,
for the foxes to take out again
and so the cycle goes on forever.
Oh, is that a sausage or a shit?
I'll get the Marigolds.
Rachel, can you please tell Amy that she's not having a lock
on her bedroom door? Ugh! Why not-uh?
Because-uh!
We don't have a lock on our door.
Yeah, well, we don't need one. Exactly.
What-what do you mean by that? No, no, I didn't...
Oh. I don't mean... No, nothing.
Please! I keep having to push my harp against the door.
Well... There you go, Paul.
Perhaps if you actually tried playing your harp,
instead of using it as a really expensive doorstop!
Thank you, Mum.
And Maya's here, like, every weekend. Yes, yes.
And I'm worried it's going to affect her course. Oh, no.
I mean, it helps me, if anything.
I've kind of got this sort of stalker in Swansea
called Jav that I'm trying to avoid.
Look, let's just vote on it, at least.
Fine. Sam, come on.
You want a lock on your bedroom door, right? Uh...
No, you know what? I'm all right.
Aha-ha! Oh, bloody hell, Sam.
Thank you very much, Sam.
PHONE BUZZES
It is finally settled.
MAYA: Aw, bless.
Well, you will Sam. Soon.
What? Oh, Robin's asking if he can borrow Big Bertha.
Oh...
Well, he'll have to go up into the loft to get it himself.
There's that wasps' nest up there.
I mean, what is going on?
I thought all animal life was about to go extinct
and yet, somehow, we're infested with wasps and foxes.
Oh, honestly, bring back fox hunting, I say.
Let the poshos sort them out -
make themselves useful for once.
That's a good idea, actually. Who was that at the door?
No-one. It was just someone delivering a parcel for Dad.
Ooh! Fabbo. Oh, really, what is it?
Oh? Mm, that's exciting.
Hang on.
What day is it? Erm...
15th. Why? Oh, God.
Oh. What? It's from him, isn't it?
What? Him? Who's him?
Uh, Ray, one of Dad's old archery team-mates.
SUE: How nice of him to send you something.
It actually isn't.
Every August he does this,
on the anniversary of Team GB finishing fourth in Athens.
Unbelievable.
"Bronzeless in Bedford. Thinking of you at this most tragic time."
Yeah, he went on to win a bronze in Beijing four years later, you see?
Yeah, and he took my spot -
and every year he has to bloody well rub my face in it.
Is Ray the one that looks like you?
Yeah, yeah. No.
No? No.
No, he's the one, erm, who Rachel, you know...?
Yeah, all right. What? You know what?
We went out, very briefly, a long time ago,
before me and your father got together.
Wow. And you dumped him for Dad?
Yep. How is that possible? Uh...
No, it was all very innocent and Dawsons Creek-y.
Well, yeah. Yeah. And I was always the better archer...
Mm. ..if you watch the videos.
SAM: Videos? What videos?
Oh, God.
"If you're ever in Cardigan Bay..." Big if.
"..you really must come and stay at The Gables."
Oh.
"Love to Rachey and best to you and the family."
I mean, "Love to Rachey."
Pfft!
Jog on, son. Jog on.
Cardigan? That's not far from me.
You can drop Amy off in Swansea, and then go check out his Gables.
No! No.
No! Why not? No way! No.
I-I would.... I would rather be dead, genuinely.
Wow. You know?
No, I never want to see Ray again.
I mean, who names their house The Gables, for God's sake? Yeah...
A joke. The man is a joke.
Here we go.
Wow. Ah.
Look at that view. SUE: That's gorgeous.
Blimey. Yeah, it is actually...
..really lovely, isn't it? Annoyingly.
Oh, we forgot to drop Amy off on the way!
No, no, no, that's not...
Maya's got a deadline, so her course mates have taken her
to their family's place in Gower to work.
SAM: What? All of them? Yeah, I think so.
Ah! I hear voices. There he is!
Ray.
The second best-looking man on the '04 GB Olympic archery team.
Yeah, well, I suppose Colin WAS quite good-looking.
I'm not talking about Colin, mate. I'm talking about myself.
Yeah, I know. I know that. Rachey, Rachey...!
Ah, Ray. Oh. Lovely.
Mm...
Well, you smell amazing.
Yes, I've just eaten Burger King.
Is it a Burger King?
Wow. You're enormous.
OK, thank you.
And Paul's mum!
Yes, you're still with us!
Sue. I am, yes. Hello.
Last time I saw you, you were a babe in arms.
Yeah, stop filming actually, Sam. No, keep filming, actually, Sam.
Love all this stuff, TikTok and whatnot.
SAM: I'm a documentary film-maker.
Sure you are. Well, get a load of this.
That is what a winner looks like.
Peej.
Yeah, you didn't win, Ray.
It's bronze. Mm.
I won the bronze, so I did win.
OK.
Good, that's that sorted.
Right, shall I show you round?
Yes, please. Give me that bloody bag...
Thank you. ..before we're too much older. Come on.
Into The Gables! Show you my house!
Oh, yes, yes. Yes? Three barbecues, is it?
Pardon me? Three barbecues.
One, two, three. Middle one's a smoker. Come on.
If you'll excuse the tools.
I've just been whittling some new gatepost finials.
Oh, yeah? Yes.
This place is more like a workshop than a kitchen.
I'm such a bloody bloke.
No, no, it's... It's lovely, Ray.
Indeed it is, Sue.
It could do with a woman's touch.
PAUL CHUCKLES
As could I.
Oh, what amazing...
..Gables. Mm-hm.
Yeah, when was it built? Well, have a guess.
No, thanks. Just tell us. 1675.
I've tried to restore it sympathetically,
keep all the superb 17th-century features.
Now, bedrooms.
Granny and the kids, I've put you in Barley.
Mm. So, you've named the rooms, as well, have you? Oh, yeah, Barley.
Come on, up we go.
Oh, blimey, look at all the stuffies! Mm-hm.
It's like a zoo!
Where all the animals are dead.
SAM: Not seeing much barley.
Have you got Wi-Fi, Ray?
Uh, dial-up, yes.
Dial-up? Mm-hm.
Is that a 17th-century feature, as well?
Amy.
PAUL CHUCKLES
No. That is actually quite rude. All right!
Well, you know, it gets the job done.
Slow and steady.
Downloads the image. Ugh.
Now, let me take you, sir, and you, to Cumulonimbus.
Cumulonimbus?
There's no theme, then, behind the names?
Lots of themes. OK.
Different theme for each room.
And, finally... Wow.
..the yard. Mm.
Yes, please. Just the nine acres, in the end. Nine?
My Own Private Idaho. Crikey.
You don't get this in the suburbs, I imagine. No, you don't.
We have parks, so no need.
Do you get a lot of birds, Ray?
Yes. Yes, I do have a few female admirers in the village.
No, no, I mean, you know...? I'm winding you up, Sue!
Oh!
No, but in all seriousness,
we have all sorts come through here.
Grouse, owls, the occasional warbler. Oh!
Owls? Really? Yes.
Do you know, I've always wanted to see an owl?
That's one for the bucket list.
Ah, yeah. Seeing an owl?
Is that all? No!
There are other things on my bucket list, thank you very much.
Like what?
Well...
..I've always wanted to try acid at some point.
Well, I can't help with that, Sue. Really?
But, yes, we do have owls. Oh.
Tawny, thereof. Wow.
Now, if you keep an eye on this old tree here,
the big one, round about half past ten tonight...
Right. ..you may be in luck.
Well, there goes that idea.
Mum's usually asleep by 5:30.
8:15, thank you.
And I can do later.
I watched Newsnight a couple of months ago -
some of it.
And, Rachey...
..there is a church yonder.
Oh, yes. Wow, yeah.
Avec graveyard. Mm-hm.
Ray, are they...? Are they meant to be there?
Um, yes. Let the tourists camp here, bit of extra pocket money.
Hi.
SAM: Oh, hi.
Erm, I wasn't...
Sorry, I...
Anyway, that concludes the tour.
Who would like a cup of tea? Yes, please!
Come on, Sue. Thank you.
Thanks, Ray.
Thank you. Thank you, Rachey.
Are you going to mention the sneeze? Yeah... Yeah, I will.
Just not now, OK? In a bit.
Don't rush me. I will.
TV: Simon Terry now, looking to consolidate on his earlier nine.
Pff...
This is really not how I wanted to spend my Saturday night.
Well, Sam wanted to watch the old archery video, so blame him.
SAM: What?
It's actually very interesting, once you get into the story. Story?
It's not Line of Duty, Dad.
It's five socially awkward men trying to put a stick in a circle.
Yeah, and it's sent Granny to sleep.
No, no, it hasn't. I'm dozing.
OK, Sam.
Any of your friends up to anything tonight?
Uh, yeah.
I think Ollie's watching all three Kung Fu Pandas again.
Aw. But I mean...
..some of them must be out somewhere, meeting girls, or...?
Oh, leave him alone, he's only 15.
Exactly, he should be into all that by now. All right.
Well, you weren't meeting boys and whatnot at 15, were you?
God, yeah. God, yeah?
As...as in, yeah.
It means yeah.
Well, not when you put a "God" in front of it, it doesn't. Oh...
That indicates that you were some sort of underage man-eater.
Of course... OK, well, that's a horrendous image.
Of course I wasn't.
I was just having fun and obsessed with Damon Albarn.
And what were you doing when you were 15?
Well, I was...
..archery, mainly.
Yeah, and draining his back boils.
Ew. Honestly, some of them were like absolute udders.
Oh, my God. Can you go to sleep, please, Mum? Please?
How are you doing out there, Robin?
Nearly got it! He's on his way down now.
Oh, oh. I remember this one vividly.
Yes, this tournament was the one that decided
who was going to Beijing '08.
So, yeah...
MAYA LAUGHS
Who is that...
That's Ian. ..texting you?
Uh, it's, uh, Jav.
Jav from uni. Jav?
What, as in your stalker?
Oh, no, no, no, no, that was all just a big misunderstanding. Oh.
Oh, right. Yeah, yeah, Jav's just a friend, that's all.
ROBIN: Found it.
Woo!
Did...? That wasn't easy.
Have you been up the chimney?
No, I just... It's just very dirty up there.
I mean, to be fair, I shouldn't have worn white jeans in the loft.
Or at all, really. Robin, I'm so sorry.
It's all on your thighs, look. Oh, I know.
Well, I had to sort of go commando... Oh, my God.
..cos of the wasps. You took off your pants?
No. No, I... No. I just crawled around on my hands and knees.
ALL: Oh.
My pants are very much...
I'm so sorry. Well, don't do that.
I realised that as I did it.
Anyway, we found Big Bertha, so...
Yep. ..cheers.
Yeah, no worries. So, are you...? Are you going away or...?
Yeah, I'm doing a Buddhist retreat... Oh?
..in Ipswich. Oh.
It's for a month, so I need to pack a lot of outfits.
Oh, yeah, cos that's what Buddhist retreats are all about. Yeah.
You're not going, then, Robin? No. No, I'm not.
We're just having a month off, aren't we, apart?
Uh, just freezing the contract. We're not breaking up or anything.
It's just a...just a little break, innit?
Innit? Uh-huh.
Oh, oh, there I am, there I am! That's me!
EVERYBODY EXCLAIMS
SAM: What is that haircut?
Oh, look, and there's Ray.
God, he does look like you, Dad.
You've got a type, haven't you, Mum? Oh, shut up, Amy.
So, I needed eight points or more, uh, to finish above him. Yeah.
But then I... I ballsed up my final shot.
Oh, wicked. Oh, good. Now you're interested.
It was galling. I can't get over your hair, Paul.
I had him, as well. Unlucky, Dad.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What was that noise?
What noise? Yeah, on the video. Rewind it.
I didn't hear anything. No, there was definitely a weird noise.
Maybe it was the crowd or something. Turn it up. Is there a noise?
RAY SNEEZES LOUDLY
Oh, there was. Yeah, I heard it that time.
I think that was... I think that was Ray.
What, that shouty sneeze thing?
SAM: Yeah, that's why you shanked it, Dad.
Who even sneezes like that? What, "Achoo-ah"?
Yeah, no-one. No-one. It was a fake.
He did it on purpose to put Dad off.
Really? Some people do have really weird sneezes, to be fair, Amy.
RAY: Achoo-ah!
Not that weird. Yeah, that's a fake.
I'm calling fake sneeze on that. Yep, yep.
Oh, my God, Dad. Ray screwed you over.
It is like Line of Duty.
If I'd have made that shot, I would've gone to Beijing...
Well, let's not get carried away.
..where I would've almost certainly have medalled,
and been given an OBE.
Well, probably not an OBE. Maybe an MBE.
Well, one of the BEs.
Which you should turn down because of the association with the empire.
Yeah, I probably would've... Well, it makes no difference.
You still wouldn't have an MBE. Yeah, but he might be a pundit
or something by now. They always wheel out the old medallists
for that, don't they? Well, I don't think so.
They do! If I'd have won a bronze medal,
I could be the next Steve Cram!
Mm... Or Claire Balding!
As opposed to just balding. Ah, well, if Ray did put you off,
there's still nothing we can do about now, is there? So...
No, of course you can. You could go up there and have it out with him.
Oh, no. Yes, great!
Go the weekend that I'm in Swansea and you can drop me off on the way.
Oh, that's...
I mean, do you want to do that?
Oh, go on, Paul.
It's not very you to...
Erm, uh...
I don't know. Oh, come on, Dad. Don't be a doormat all your life.
Well, that's a bit... What do you mean all my life?!
I haven't been a doormat for any of my life!
So, stick it to him, Paolo!
Go on. Go on up to Cardigan.
I'm going to bloody do it! Yes, he's doing it!
Damn straight! Yes, Dad!
Yeah, we are going to Cardigan, Ray!
Huh.
Yeah...
Hi, Ray. A wagtail.
Wow.
What can I do you for?
Erm...
Well, uh...
It's not a biggie. OK. I just...
I was wondering if you remember a archery meet in '07,
before Beijing? Erm...
..the one...where you beat me?
RAY CHORTLES
Bloody hell!
Narrow it down, Peej. That could be any of them.
Well, I mean, I did win seven tournaments that season, but...
Seven? I only ask because...
I think there may have been some...
..unsavoury behaviour-y...behaviour, shenanigans.
Right. What are you...?
Uh, cheating.
I mean... Oh, God.
Yeah, cheating. Oh, Peej, man!
Honestly, whatever you've done, forget about it.
Honestly, I forgive you. No, not by me.
What are friends for?
Forgive and forget, that's what I say.
I'm not one of these sad old farts who stores up grudges.
I'd find that pretty tragic, wouldn't you?
No, I think I'd pity the fool who can't just move on from stuff.
Do you know what I mean? Yeah...
Yeah. Yeah. No, yeah, I mean, it's a good point.
Don't give it another thought, honestly. OK.
Yeah, it's, erm... Let's just say no more.
It's a long time ago, and, uh... Water under the bridge.
Yeah.
It'd be pretty sad to start raking over old graves, wouldn't it,
you know? Yeah.
Would it ever. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Me and Rach did enough of that.
OK, yeah.
Ah...
Sorry...
PAUL SPUTTERS
What are these...?
What are these grave jokes all about again?
I, uh...
Oh, no, just that, erm...
No, me and Rach once fooled around in a graveyard,
back in the...back in the day. Yeah.
What, fooled around as in, uh, removed flowers
and, uh, made fun of the names?
THEY LAUGH AWKWARDLY
Yeah, could be. Yeah?
No, we got it on.
Had it off.
Arse on the grass and...
Yeah, plugged away.
She not tell you about that?
No, she did say.
Yeah, no, she said,
many times. Erm...
I knew about that.
It's an absolute classic, actually.
Yeah. Yeah. I mean, yeah...
You all right? Yeah, I'm good, man.
MAYA: Oh, God. Have you frozen?
No, sorry. The signal's crap here.
It's like being in a submarine...
..full of stuffed animals.
Ew.
Are you alone?
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Jav's in the kitchen.
She's cooking, so I can keep on working.
Oh, right. And what about the others?
How do you mean?
All the others have finished?
No, there aren't any others.
Uh...
Oh, sorry, I thought... I thought you knew that.
Uh, yeah, no, I...
Yeah.
So...
Oh, you've frozen again.
No, sorry, that's...that's just my face.
Erm... So, sorry, it's just you and Jav?
Is no-one else there?
Uh...
Yeah, well, only because Ashad couldn't come...
Sam, piss off!
SAM: All right.
Oh, my God, what is that?
Granny, what are you doing?
Oh, hello, Sam.
Just waiting for the owls.
Right. Are you shivering?
Uh, no.
No, I've just had half a thermos of coffee to keep me awake,
so I'm extremely jittery.
Right. What time is it?
It's about five past eight.
Oh, my God...!
Oh, my God. OK, I can do this.
PAUL: I can't even think about it.
RACHEL: Well, there's no need to get all weird about it.
You said it was innocent. It was.
You had sex in a graveyard, Rachel. Ah...
I mean, I don't remember that scene in Dawson's Creek. Ah...!
You know, it's just so disrespectful.
All right, don't...don't try and shame me.
It's not like you don't have any skeletons in your cupboard.
Not like that, I don't.
You've probably had a threesome with a skeleton.
Oh, don't be so childish. I mean...
God, how could you even get turned on in that context?
We just thought it'd be funny.
Really? Cos you know what I think about in graveyards, Rachel?
Death!
I didn't enjoy it, for what it's worth.
It was very damp and nettle-y. Oh, God...!
I mean, we've not even had sex outside.
No, I know. Or not in a bed.
Or not in the dark. I know, I know you don't do that.
Don't make me out to be some sort of Victorian just because
I haven't had it off on top of a corpse.
I'm not calling you a Victorian. I'm calling you a coward.
Of course you never have sex outside. You're not even going
to confront Ray about cheating you out of a medal,
even after we've come out all this way!
Are you?
Well, don't...don't storm off.
Paul?
Paul!
OK, listen to me, you son of a bitch! What?
You shafted me on purpose!
Are you all right? In '07! I'm fine. Uh-huh.
At the Team GB meet in Leeds! Oh, not that again, Peej.
You sneezed during my final shot.
If I'd have got eight or over, then that medal would be mine.
I can't help sneezing, if that is even what I did.
Well, you did, very loudly.
Yeah, and very fakely.
It's all on video. Is it?
The fake sneeze designed to put me off...
And can you stop whisking, please?!
Can you stop whisking, you swine?! Please!
That medal should be mine and you know it.
Well, that's pathetic AND weird.
It's not my fault that I'm the better archer.
Oh, you think so, do you? Yeah, I know so.
Well, then, you won't mind a little rematch tomorrow, then, will you?
You're embarrassing yourself, Peej. I didn't put you off.
What's the matter? Are you chicken? No.
Chicken? No. Huh? No, I'm not.
PAUL SQUAWKS
Cockle-doodle-doo!
I'm not a chicken. Cockle-doodle-doo!
SAM: Dad, that's a rooster.
Which is a type of chicken!
I'm not a chicken, I said! Peej!
Great... Great.
Well, then, we're on. Yeah.
Tomorrow morning. Yeah.
And if I win, I get the medal!
Right, what about if I win?
Well, if you win, you get...
Rachel. What? I get Rachel.
No. What the hell are you talking about? Of course you don't.
Definitely not, no? No... No!
This isn't medieval times.
You don't win women in sports competitions any more -
at least, I don't think you do. In Formula 1, maybe.
I'm saying you'd have to agree to it, too, of course.
Well, I don't. Why would I do that?
Because I thought maybe you might harbour... No.
No, no. This harbour is totally empty.
Frankly, Ray, you give me the creeps -
that's why we broke up after just under a month.
The best just-under-a-month of my whole life.
Oh, for God's sake. You'll have to win something else.
All right, £1,000. Deal. Yep.
Yeah, that's my monetary value, is it? Deal.
What are you saying deal for? We don't have £1,000.
We won't need £1,000
cos it's in the bag, mate! You'll need it, you'll need £1,000.
YOU'LL need £1,000. Why would I need it?
I'm giving you the medal if you win! Think about the rules, man!
We're going to win!
Au contraire, Peej! This is my game!
Sam, will you promise me to have therapy when you get older?
Because I don't want you turning out like that, OK?
SAM: Yes, Mum.
All right, Dad, ready.
Here we go then, young Peej.
Three arrows each, highest score wins.
Yeah, we know. Get on with it.
I shall, uh, text you my bank details.
We won't need them. Don't bother, mate.
Ooh.
Someone's on the board.
Over to you, sir. OK.
Go on, Paul.
SAM: Go on, Dad.
Oh.
Having a bit of trouble there, Peej?
The pointy end goes in the front, mate.
Be quiet, Ray, please.
That's it. Steady.
Take your time, Paul. Take your ti...
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho!
Straight in the old five there.
It's OK. It's OK, Paul. Don't mind if I do.
It's all right, it's good. Were you going for that?
Peej? Yep. Were you going for the five?
Mm-hm. All right, good plan.
Yeah, of course I was. Got to have a plan.
I'm a bit rusty.
How are you feeling, Gran?
Oh, awful.
Jet lagged.
I was buzzing till about 9:30 and then I hit the wall, conked out.
Totally missed the owls, if they even came.
And I've no interest in taking acid any more, not after that.
Right.
Come on, Dad.
Make that 13-5, I think, Peej. Yep.
You're up.
How old's this bow, Ray? Action's a bit stiff, mate.
Oh, ho, ho, ho. Yeah, I see. Action's a bit stiff. Yes.
Excuses, excuses, Peej.
Oh, come on, you two.
Stop waggling your willies around and get on with it.
Willies?
RACHEL: You've got this, Paul. Yep.
Yes!
Well done.
13-12, Dad. You can do it. Really...beautiful.
Big one here... Uh-huh. ..and you're out of it.
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! Oh...
Yes, please! That's how it's done, Raymond!
21-12!
You going to bow out now or...? Shot.
You need a big one.
21-12, Peej! Little bit rusty...
Are you OK? Mm-hm. Yeah?
It's only a medal, you know that?
It doesn't change anything.
We all love you anyway. OK...
That said, we really don't have £1,000, so you do need to get a ten.
RAY SQUEALS
My bad, Peej. Thought I was going to sneeze. Yeah.
I heard. Just kidding, mate. OK.
ARROW LOOSES
Oh. Ten!
Yes! Yes!
I got ten! Yes! Yes!
I got a ten! OK...
And it's all on camera. You got that, right, Sam?
Uh... You got that last shot?
Yep. Oh, yes.
Finally, having you film everything pays off, mate. Ah...
Erm, where's Amy?
Uh... Oh, yeah.
Where's Amy?
God. Oh, my God, where is she? It'll be OK, it'll be fine.
We'll find her. Did she say anything to you, Sam?
Of course not. She only talks to me to tell me to shut up.
There. There she is, Up there, on the left.
Ah...
Amy! Amy...!
Oh, Amy. Where were you going?
I was trying to walk to Cardigan!
These stupid country roads all look the bloody same!
Oh, well, that's, uh, lazy journalism.
That's clearly the B4570...
Shut up, Ray. Yeah.
Why were you going to Cardigan? To get the bus to Swansea and...
AMY SNIFFLES
It's just Maya and Jav in the house.
Oh, Amy...
I thought they were all going,
but it's just the two of them!
Hey, on the... On the plus side, I won a medal.
Not now.
Achoo-ah!
Bless you.
Thank you.
Bloody ragweed, always sets me off.
Achoo-ah! Oh!
Achoo-ah!
Ah...
Achoo-ah!
Cheers, then, Peej. OK.
See you in a bit, Rach.
OK. Bye, Ray.
I actually thought it was quite an ugly medal, to be honest.
Thanks, Mum.
It's better that he keeps it, you know?
He needs it more than me.
I've got you lot.
Aw. You're my bronze medal.
Oh, right. So, we're the third best family you could get, are we?
I meant that in a nice way, Amy, thank you. Hey, who is up for
going to the seaside? No. Yes! Oh, yes, please!
That's a great idea! Brilliant. Great.
Amy? Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Lovely.
Chips.