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You're not coming

out with me again.

It's not even dark yet.

Well, funnily enough, I'd

rather not wait until the last

Minute.

Well forget it.

I'm not staying in here.

It's for your own safety.

Can't just keep me locked

up in the dark all day.

I'll get scurvy.

You get rickets from not

getting enough sunlight.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I forgot you had a

degree in medicine.

I can just about outrun them.

You can't.

I can run faster than you.

Are you doing that

to piss me off?

Doing what?

Sniffing.

Blow your nose.

What, are you my grandmother?

Barry Gruberman.

Why do I know that name?

He had a map.

Not this...

he was heading to Norway.

I can't keep having

this same conversation.

That's where all the

evacuees were heading.

Yeah, where?

They said if you get to

an evacuation center, then

Refugee boats are

leaving for Norway.

And how long ago was that?

How do you even know

it's still safe?

Well, if it doesn't

get dark, then...

oh, here we go.

There's a reason they call it

the land of the midnight sun.

That's where she is.

I know it.

You have no idea where she

is, and that's exactly how you

Like it.

Your parents aren't stupid.

They'll have got to

one of the boats.

Just trust me.

Have you got any pesto?

Uh, down the back, top shelf.

Now, returning

our attention to the night

Sky...

that's 7.80, mate.

What's the latest?

Oh, they reckon it's

like fifty miles wide.

No, I mean with the

guy who got shot.

Oh, Michael.

Yeah, Michael. How's he doing?

Not great.

They think he's eventually

going to need a transplant.

What kind of transplant?

Do I look like a doctor?

They, they find

the guy who did it?

Please.

More chance of

finding my virginity.

Who sent this one in.

Look at that gorgeous

skyline over London.

The reality

is that one day, whether it's

Tomorrow or...

I brought this for you.

For us.

I mean, you said we

were having fish, so.

Great, okay.

Hmm, glasses...

how long you lived here?

Uh, about two years.

Can I put some music on?

Yeah, please.

Yeah, go ahead.

I knew we should've gone out.

No.

You've got it all under control.

I can see you run a tight ship.

Somali pirates run

tighter ships than this.

Cheers.

Don't worry, it's

not Venezuelan.

Mm.

That's lovely.

Oh my god, you don't like it.

Uh, um...

sorry I, I can't stand

white wine, and it makes me

Depressed.

Well why didn't you say?

Because I nearly threw your

stuff up at the party...

if there any alcohol

you can drink?

I don't know.

How about something

non-Alcoholic?

What about a nice

Shirley temple?

Listen, trust me, I-I

drink everything else.

Red, red wine, beer, vodka...

Mm, my god, I can't believe

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