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Morning, darling, I've made you breakfast.
Did you sleep all right?

Erm... yeah. Yeah.
I had a really weird dream.
Did you, babe?
I dreamt you chucked me
and I moved in with a girl I hardly knew.

- I chucked you?
- Yeah.

- As if!
- Yeah!

- Aarrghh!
- Tim!

Son of a bitch!
Tim? I'm really trying to work.
- What you telling me for?
- Well, I...

I can't concentrate with this mess,
I think it's time we unpacked.

- I have unpacked.
- Have you?

I'm not talking about your room,
I'm talking about this room.

This is a shared area,
you've got stuff in here too.

But it's under your stuff.
Soon as you clear up, I can do the rest.

- I've got work to do.
- Yeah, so you keep saying.

But I haven't seen you sit behind that typewriter
for longer than two minutes.

- What do you mean?
- I mean... I think you're trying to avoid doing any work..

Oh, really?
I just think we should draw up
some kind of a rota. All right?

- All right.
- We need to establish domestic equilibrium.

- OK.
- We need to get used to each other.

We don't know each other that well, do we?
In the interests of making
this cohabitation charade work for us,

I think we should do everything we can to try and make day-to-day life as easy and enjoyable as possible.
All right! All right. Look, I'm agreeing with you.
Right. I'll get on with it, then.
- All righty.
- OK.

I'm going to divide it
into kitchen, living room and...

Right, then.
- Hey.
- It's OK, it's me.
- Gosh.
- How's it going?

Fine. How long have I been going?
- Two and a half minutes.
- Shit!

- Listen, I've got an idea.
- What?

- Something I think you're gonna like.
- I've got to be getting on with thi-

It's important, Daisy. Trust me.
Hm. I'm glad we did that.
We had to really.
It was inevitable you know. I'm just glad
we did it sooner rather than later.

I think there would have been a hell of a lot
of tension if we'd left it any longer.

You're telling me.
What shall we do now?
I think we should descale the teapot.
- You filthy bitch.
- You love it.

Here we go. Here we go.
Tim, what are you doing?
Well, we're having a sale on X-Men comics
at the shop

and Bilbo wanted me to draw a picture of Wolverine
slashing prices with his adamantium

- I'm also doing a poster...
- All right!

Oh! Oh, my glasses! Where are my glasses?
Right. Yes!
Let's have a party!
Let's have a house-warming party.

- What?
- It'd be great!

I could make invitations
out of plastic and tinfoil.

We can invite Marsha and Brian.
- Yeah, all right. When?
- Tonight! Let's have it tonight!

Tonight?! That's a bit short notice.
It'll be great, I'll call all my mates,
it'll be like Warhol's Factory-

artists, writers, musicians,
dossers off the street,

all interacting and relaxing in our pad,
the new hub of north London.

The cutting edge! You know?
We could have a glitter ball!
I could make one out of tinfoil!

- All right.
- Yes!

- But your room's the coat room.
- OK.

Get this old thing out the way.
♪ Party, um-by-ay, party, um-by-ay...
If we have it, they will come.
I said yes.
Leave me alone!
Holiday from what? We'd all have
a bleedin' holiday, wouldn't we?

Oh, hello. Everything all right?
Teenagers, eh?
She's not a teenager,
she's the devil in an A cup!

- Ooh!
Well, us amiable bunch of 20-somethings,
us harmless happy-go-lucky lot,

we're having a party tonight,
very small, very quiet.

We wondered if you and Amber wanted
to come and throw coleslaw at each other.

She won't come, she's having a party
of her own up here tonight.

- You sure you want me there?
- Oh, yeah! We'd love it if you came.

Will Brian be there?
I hope so, Tim's just gone to ask him.
- Do you like him?
- He's all right.

Good legs.
- Who is it?
- Father Christmas.

- Oh, it's you.
- Who'd you think it was?

Daisy wants a house-warming party tonight
so she sent me to ask you
if you want to come.

- Is Marsha coming?
- I don't know, she's gone up to ask her.

What's the deal with you and Marsha?
- You know about the deal?
- What?!

I'm busy, Tim, painting a triptych.
- Oh, yeah, what's it called?
- Bad Sandwich.

- Really?
- Yes.

It's a piece about violence in its immediacy,
the instancy of the event,

a synchronic rendering
of three explosive, aggressive expressions.

- There'll be girls at the party.
- Really?

- Yes.
- Mm.

All right, mate?
I don't think we're gonna need any security,
it's gonna be very low-key.

Well... Yeah, well, bring one.
Bring the Baretta. Yeah.

No, bring the Glock 17, yeah,
that's my favourite.

OK, I'll see you later. Bye.
Where have you been?

Talking to Marsha. What's a Glock 17?
It's a gun.
You've been talking to Marsha for four hours?

Did you know her husband once drummed
for Status Quo? Who's bringing a gun?

Mike. Is that what you've been talking about
for four hours?

Why is Mike bringing a gun to our party?
Security. Do you think she suspects
we're not a couple?

I don't think so. Why do we need security?
We're not organising a rave.

It's not that kind of security, it's like
a gonk, a troll, a Linus blanket, you know.

Do we still have to hold hands in the corridor?
- Not if you don't want to.
- I didn't say that.

We could probably cut down
on the fake sex noises.

My friend Twist is coming.
Oh, you're gonna love her, she's brilliant!

She's brilliant, really intelligent, funny,
talented, funny, funny, interesting.

Forget all that. Is she fit?
She ran half a marathon for Fashion Aid.
Have you managed to rustle up
any media types?

- Oh, yeah.
- Who?

- The paperboy.
- Smooth.

What about you?
What with the Skaterama
at the East Finchley Uberbowl

and the Tripods convention in Swindon,
most of my friends are otherwise engaged.

Don't worry, Tim, it's gonna be great.
I'm just gonna go and try on a few outfits.
- Hello?
- Oh, hi. Is Daisy there, please?

Hang on, she's just getting her clothes on.
Daisy! It's your boyfriend!

Shh! Hi, Richard.
- What did he mean by that?
- 'By what?'

About you getting your clothes on?
We're having a house-warming,
I was trying to pick some clothes.

- Oh, I see.
- 'How's it going?'

What's that?!
- Daisy, I can hear sex noise!
Shh! Not now!
I see it as a tribute
to Christo, the artist.
I see it as a waste
of Baco, the foil.
OK, whoo! Whoo!
Music. Music! We need warm-up music!
Warm-up music, warm-up music.
Party tape. Here we go.
♪ Hot dog, jumping frog
♪ Alma Cookies
♪ Hot dog, jumping frog
Come on!
Ooh, try not to eat too much,
there's quite a lot of people coming. Yeah?

Hey, Brian, do you want some ice?
Come on! Come on!
Come and get some ice, go on!

Oh, God, I don't understand this!
I defrosted this earlier. It just eats up
electricity and frosts up really quickly.

I put half a Magnum in there this afternoon,
I can't get it out now.

- It's almost as if it's...
- Self-aware.

- Agh!
- Hi, Mike.
- Tim.

- Hello.
- Oh, hi. We're looking for the party.

- Er, yeah, well, come on it.
- Are you Amber's dad?

It's upstairs.
- You might have missed the puppet show.
- Fuck off!

- What did you say?
- They said "Fuck off."

I know what they said, Mike!
Little cow. Standing there with her purple hair
and her alcopops, giving it all that, "Hello."

Sorry, this is my best friend, Mike.
Hello, Mike. I'm Daisy, nice to meet you.
How you doin'? Sergeant Mike Watts, TA.
It's the longest way up, shortest way down.

- Oh, you've brought something?
- Yeah, I've got a... land mine.

Oh, right, OK.
I'll just put that somewhere safe.

Artist, writer...
- Er, Mike.
- You never said Amber was having a party.

- Yeah. We'll show them.
What is this?! This is rubbish!
We should be listening to firm, young
melodies, kicking tunes, thumping bass.

God, I sound so stupid!
Twist! Hi!
- Oh!
- Daisy! Oh!

Don't you look nice? Bit of a midriff show!
- Yeah.
- Big's in this season. Good for you.

Everyone, this is my friend, Twist.
- Hi.
- Hi.

Hey, Twista, what can I getcha?
I shouldn't really drink because of the yeast,
but go on, I'll be naughty and have a spritzer.

Is there anywhere I can hang my wrap?
- Daisy's room's the coat room.
- Right.

She's great, isn't she? She's great,
she's so funny!

So, erm, you two have got separate rooms?
- No.
- Yes.

- Yes.
- No.

- We had an argument.
- We had a fight, Daisy snores.

- I snore!
- Like a pig!

- He's like a big sweaty pig!
- Ha, you're the pig! I'm not the snoring one.

- That's why we sleep separately.
- That's right, yeah. We're not a couple.
- Hey! Hey!

Y-you! Funny. That is good.
No, the fact is...
We're not a couple. We lied to get the flat.
- But we really like it here.
- We really like it here.

- So, please, whatever you do, don't tell...
- Marsha!

- Hello.
- Hi!

It's me, the weirdo from upstairs.
- Am I late?
- No!

- Hello, Brian.
- Hello.

- Erm, Twist...
Marsha, this is Twist. She's in fashion.
Er, Marsha's... a landlady.
- Hello.
- Hi! Interesting outfit.

Oh, thanks. Thought I'd make an effort.
Mm, yeah. I can really see
what you tried to do.

Yeah. Cheers.
And that's Mike.
Er,... and... he's... a Mike.
- Where shall I put me coat?
- Er...?

Don't worry.
I'll put it in Tim and Daisy's room.
If I was you, I wouldn't care.
You look great like that.

You can just eat what you like
and you don't care if you get fat.

I wish I didn't have to be so picky.
You can't trust them in that
organic-produce shop. It's con after con.

That's it, isn't it? Con after con.
The evil hand of capitalism
dons a gardening glove

to take our money
in the name of global awareness.

The woman in there has really squinty eyes,
stinks of garlic and looks like a turd in a wig.

You'd think with the money she's raking in
she could afford a new hairbrush.

A T-shirt or something.
Anyway. It's quite a nice flat.
It'll be better when you've unpacked
and cleaned up a little.

This is it, actually.
Tim seems nice and friendly, doesn't he?
Come on, now, Daisy.
Stop feeling like a big, fat, ugly failure.

Everything's going to be fine. Hm? Hey?
So, what do you do, Brian?
- He paints.
- Oh, yes? What sort of thing?

- Tell her, Brian.
- Anger.

- Aarrgghh!
- Ow!
- Ohh.
I know exactly what you mean.
- Do you?
- Yes.

Ooh, Timewarp!
Oh, Timewarp?!
♪ Let's do the Timewarp again!
♪ Jump to the left
- ♪ And then a step to the right...
- Bloody hell, this party is so rubbish.

- Is it?
- You were there.

Providing much-needed door security.
- Any problems?
- No.

Sorry. Do you think we're getting old, Mike?
Everyone gets old, Tim.
Everyone except my cousin Adam.

What's so special about your cousin Adam?
- He is getting younger.
- Bastard. What are we gonna do?

There's nothing we can do,
the government know.

Not about Adam!
I'm talking about what we're gonna do now!

Wanna go into your party?
They were playing the Timewarp,
I hate the Timewarp!

- Daisy likes it.
- So what?! I hate it!

It's boil-in-the-bag perversion
for sexually repressed accountants

and students with too many posters of
Betty Blue, the Blues Brothers and Big Blue

on their blue bloody walls!
- It's just a song.
- I don't care! I hate it, I don't wanna hear it!

I don't wanna hear it at a party, least of all
a party I'm supposed to be throwing!

Oh, my God, Tim! Control yourself, please.
- We're all in, like, the arts and the media.
I'm writing a screenplay at the moment.
Called, erm,...
Guacamole, erm, Window.
I think you'd be good for the lead, actually.
- Do you want one?
No, I'd better not.
Go on, then, I'll have a half.
I'll have a half.

They're mints.
Yeah. I'll have a half... mint.
- Ow!
- Go!

Ow! Ow!
Will you stop it?!
I mean it.
I'm sorry you didn't get into the army, Mike,
it's not my fault.

- Even if it was, that was a long time ago.
- I still remember it, Tim-Tim.

Hey! No time for that now!
What we gonna do?

- We could slap each other about a bit more.
- I don't feel like it.

We could go to Amber's party.
- What?
- Amber, the girl upstairs.

Are you suggesting we crash Amber's party?
I don't know,
it'll just be a load of teenage girls.

And that's a good thing!
Have we got any more booze?
We need some more beers.

What you doing?
- Who are you?
- I'm the paperboy.

- Daisy, he's got a brace.
- I thought it was a piercing.

Urgh! Look, come upstairs, it's brilliant,
it's 2.30am, it's just got started.

Oh... I dunno.
- There's things up there you won't believe.
- What about the party? What about the dips?

That's what I mean, Daisy, don't you see?
- What?
- Dips, the Timewarp, paperboys.

Not many people came
but you're having a good time, aren't you?

It's a party! It's just a laugh!
It's not a laugh! It's not even a party.
Daisy, there'll be a time for dips. OK?
But this isn't it.

He's right, Daisy.
There's nothing for us here any more.
Join us!
Yes, come on, Daisy.
Join us!
All right.
Look at them. They're all so thin.
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Gatherings | Spaced | Series 1 Episode 2 | Dead Parrot

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