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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

the Sherlock Holmes author.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle?

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.

Saw a beautiful young actress

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?

Yes.

Mum says that's what

dossers say.

Hmm.

Actually, um, I'm also

writing a novel.

Are you?

That's cool.

Yeah, but, um, got quite a lot

to live up to, though,

as you can imagine.

I mean, you can't exactly

go looking under "Conan Doyle"

and come up with some

airport read...

called Dirty B*tch, can you?

That's exactly

what I should have done.

Nothing to me,

all this university education.

What a shame

you didn't realize that...

before you wrote

Mental Interiors.

You might still have

a publisher.

You should take it on board,

Mr. Fischer.

"It is with bad sentiments

that one makes good novels".

That's Aldous Huxley,

Mrs. Fischer.

Who does this belong to?

It's not mine.

It's Emelia's.

Well, where is Emelia?

What are you doing?

Was having a break.

Don't be smart.

Get in.

Emelia!

Emelia!

F*** you very much.

What?

I said, "Thank you. "

Like, I just sang it.

Thank you

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Certainly not waitressing,

if that's what you're thinking.

Hello, Pokey.

It's Posy!

I know.

Sit in my section.

I'll move someone.

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