Albatross
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
If you can't
make me happy
Gonna walk away the blame
If you can't make me happy
Gonna walk away the shame
See, I got my cuts
and bruises
Ah-ooh
Gonna walk away the pain
Ah-ooh
And if you can't
make me happy
Ah-ooh
Gonna walk away again
Oh, you are up.
I'm taking Posy
to an audition,
so you're manning the front desk
this morning.
Can I not? I'm revising.
Is Dad not around?
Your dad's writing.
You can revise on the desk.
You have to give
people keys, Beth.
Won't be any different
to up here.
Come on.
Take your hair down
and make yourself
a bit more presentable
Why don't you see
What you're doing to me?
Police! Run!
Why won't you go?
Leave me walking alone
Hey!
Why won't you go?
If you can't
Make me
Happy
Mmm,
did you bring coffee?
Yes, thanks.
I'm taking Posy
to an audition,
so you're gonna have to get
your own lunch as well.
There's some nice
turkey ham in the fridge.
Which?
Which what?
No, which is it,
turkey or ham?
It's turkey ham.
That's what it is,
turkey ham.
]Why do they call it
turkey ham
when it's only got
turkey in it?
that's what,
like your next bestseller.
Why won't you see
What you're doing to me?
Why won't you go?
Leave me walking alone
Why won't you go?
Was everything all right?
Did you sleep okay?
No, I didn't.
squawking since sunrise.
They kind of come
with the sea.
Wasn't like that
in the book.
It was a peaceful retreat
in the book.
You're lucky
I'm not coming in...
to talk to your mother
and father.
Well, good luck with that
if you change your mind.
Um...
is this actually your house?
Yeah.
Hmm.
I'm late, aren't I?
You've missed breakfast,
I'm afraid.
Which room are you in?
All of them,
unfortunately.
I'm the new cleaner.
Right, yeah.
I'm Beth Fischer.
Oh, charmed.
Serena.
Nice to meet you, Serena.
Can I just take your surname
for the key log?
Yeah, um,
it's spelled M-O-L-I-N-A.
Great.
So you know
you don't need to do
the attic room on the top floor,
just the guestrooms.
This is Edna,
our other cleaner.
She'll show you around.
How do you say your surname,
just so I don't get it wrong?
Molina.
Molina.
Mm-hmm, yeah.
Serena Molina the cleaner.
Meant to be.
Right, um, so Edna's
just down there.
EW.
Yeah, in deep.
Oh.
You don't need
to clean here.
Are you sure?
Looks pretty dirty
from where I'm standing.
Filthy, actually.
F***.
Is that your dad then?
The pervert you keep locked away
in the attic?
So you've read the book then?
No.
It's a little
lightweight for me.
Any good?
Really brilliant.
What's he doing here then?
He lives here.
No, I mean he's German,
isn't he?
So What's he doing in this
culture vacuum?
Well, I imagine he's asking
himself the same question...
now that
he's got Writer's block.
My name's not Serena Molina,
by the way.
Did you not realize
I was joking?
Oh.
I thought the joke
was on you.
Emelia... Conan Doyle.
And, yes, I am related
to the Sherlock Holmes author.
Wow.
That's great.
Anyway...
I'd better go.
Got to skooch.
Bye.
She wants to do it,
so why can't she?
Because she will-
Because she will have
to come out of school
if the rehearsals
are during the day.
She is six years old,
Jonathan.
What's she going
to miss, eh?
What's she going to miss?
Oh, I don't know.
Just the unimportant stuff!
Reading! Writing!
A lot of bloody good
those things have done you,
parked up here
fiddling with your a**hole,
and it's the rest of us-
do not turn away!
It is the rest of us
who are running around,
trying to make money
out of this godforsaken house
to make ends meet.
It's a professional engagement
she's been offered,
and she wants to do it.
Does she really want to?
Yes, look at her!
Or is it just you trying to
make up for your own failures?
Oh, well, I can only bow
to your superior knowledge
of failure.
You are the Grand Poobah
of it.
You are so f***ing
childish.
a great novel.
And it takes you just as long
to write a sh*t one.
Go away, Mum!
I'm revising!
Oh.
Sorry, I didn't realize
you were here.
I'd say the same goes
for this lot.
You caught the show then?
This is my
get-out-of-jail card.
And, uh...
is that your sex hat?
Look, I don't have long.
I just stopped by
to give you this.
You had a book on fairies
by your bed.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah,
it was my little sister's.
But that's lovely.
Thanks.
Anyway,
I should get going.
You should come
for dinner,
tonight, as a thank-you
for the book.
Seriously?
With your family?
Yeah.
That would be amazing.
Great, so do you need
to call your mum to check?
I would,
but she's a bit dead.
Oh.
Sorry.
It's okay.
It's not very fair
for you to take the blame.
She did kill herself.
But thanks anyway.
F***ing useless a**hole.
Come on, Posy,
get in the car.
We need to get going
if we're gonna really
f*** your father off.
You said a bad word!
Nice!
Bye.
Bye.
Have you got any ID?
Yeah, definitely me.
No.
Are you 18?
Yes.
Can you prove it?
There.
Are these not the breasts
of an 'I 8-year-old?
That'll be 299,
please.
I can't believe we're stooping
to the hired help...
for friendships now, Beth.
What's going on?
Your daughters invited
the bloody cleaner for dinner.
Which one?
Well, I assume it's
the '17-year-old.
Please tell me
it's not Edna,
the bearded pensioner.
Sorry.
I came in through
the private entrance.
I didn't know which one
I should use.
Oh, hey.
Hello, Mrs. Fischer.
Thank you so much
for inviting me.
This is for you.
Oh, thank you.
Are you old enough
to drink Wine?
Yes...
in Denmark and restricted parts
of Europe.
Oh, have you met my dad,
Emelia?
No, I don't think we've
actually been introduced.
Beth, can you come
and finish up the plates?
Hi, I'm Jonathan Fischer.
Hmm.
I hope you've washed that hand
before I shake it, Mr. Fischer.
Emelia.
Hi.
Lovely to meet you
properly, Emelia.
Conan Doyle.
Emelia Conan Doyle.
Yes, I am related to
Oh.
I've read all his work.
So I'll get you a drink.
Wine?
You can have a glass of wine
with dinner, can't you?
white, huh?
That's what you girls prefer,
white?
So tell me about
the cliff house.
I want to know everything.
Hmm.
There's not much to tell.
I came over here
to go to Cambridge.
in a touring play...
and whisked her
away to the cliff house,
just for the weekend.
Wrote the book
in ignorance at 22,
struck gold,
and now it hangs
around my neck,
taunting me
with its success.
Yeah, I meant the house,
like the actual building.
Is it Victorian?
No, Edwardian, actually.
I'm joking.
I'd love to know
about the book.
Are you applying
to university, Emelia?
I'm sure Beth told you
she's applying to Oxford.
Um, I'm not actually
going to uni.
Are you at the
University of Life, Emelia?
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