I can't believe you've thrown it away!
What about my precious memories, Mum?
Meg, I'm packing, I haven't really got time for this.
What do you even want your old school uniform for?
Eh, the school reunion!
I was gonna wear it. As a gag, obviously! An icebreaker.
Gags are what I was known for. That and pissing myself...
Ha, then I did you a favour, love.
Nothing more unattractive
than a fully-grown woman in a school uniform.
I think Google would beg to differ.
So, er, when are you coming back exactly?
Well... Where's the lube, Jen?
Meg's here, Frank.
Hi, Meg.
The lube you probably heard me shout then,
that's lubricant...
..for the bikes, for the weekend.
What bikes? Mountain bikes.
You don't have mountain bikes.
No. No, we don't, but we're gonna hire some.
BMX-style we thought would be best for us.
And we thought,
"We're gonna need a really reliable source of lubrication."
So, better safe than sorry.
You never really can be too careful, lubrication-wise.
Sorry, I appear to have wandered into a Freudian nightmare.
You all right? I am more than all right, fella.
Old Megingtons here played has pulled an absolute blinder
and made us all some cold, hard cashish money.
How? Did you finally give the guy in the key cutters a handy?
Nope. I have subletted our flat lat for the weekend.
You're welcome. Nice one, Meg!
Cool! Wait - is that cool?
Where we gonna live? Mum and Dad are away. Free house.
Boom. We are looking at a weekend of pube-free baths,
Babybel in the fridge and Clueless on VHS.
We are going to turn up to the school reunion brunch
looking so bloody rested
they're gonna think we're actually schoolgirls.
Yes! I don't know why you both care about this
stupid school reunion brunch, it's gonna be shit.
Everyone knows that brunch is the worst meal.
It's got booze, but you're not allowed to get mega lashed
because "it's morning".
I like brunch. Course you do, you're posh.
Laura, this is our Romy and Michele moment.
Time to show all these bastards we've made it.
Show them we're the top of the tree, the cream of the crop.
How? By lying, mate. And looking shit-hot.
Foolproof. I don't care about any of those pricks.
They don't even live here any more,
they've all moved to London. Traitors.
What's so special about London anyway? London's for mugs!
It's expensive and shit.
Will Johnson doesn't live in London. He lives in Buenos Aires.
Oh, here we go.
He's a photographer now. He's got, like, so many wish bracelets.
I'm gonna get him to take my new headshots...
and fall in love with me.
How are you gonna do that?
Yep, that'll do it.
We've got unfinished business.
He was the first boy to, you know, stick his fingers in the till.
Oooo-kay - packing time!
Yeah, there's a bit of a whiff from the fridge, but it's nothing
to worry about, and that's your kettle,
for your tea and what-have-you.
Them's your curtains.
That is a thong, I'll move that.
I don't like it, Mummy. It smells.
Oh, we have to be here, pumpkin.
Because your sister is graduating and SOMEONE forgot to book
the Novotel in January when I told him to,
so this is the only place left.
I mean, It does look like a completely different flat
from the photographs.
Does it? Hm, that's weird.
Well, enjoy!
Oh, the toilet's a little bit temperamental,
so there's a coat hanger in there for...
solids.
Mi casa, su casa. Laters...
suckers.
Come on.
That's weird, the key won't go in.
I'll call Dad.
All right, Meg?
Hi, Dad. Hope you're having a nice holiday.
All it is.. Yeah, your key doesn't work.
Maybe.
Yeah, we changed the locks. What? Why?
Well, be honest, Meg you do have a tendency
to take advantage when we're away, don't you?
Go, Frank!
I do not!
Maybe this time, but...
I can't believe you've done this!
I'm gonna have to sleep on the street, I could get attacked.
You're not gonna get attacked, Meg.
You can't just turn our house into a B&B.
What's the matter with your own flat?
I've turned it into a B&B.
God, am I too old to call Childline? This is actually really abusive.
Come on, step aside. Laura to the rescue.
Gimme your bank card.
I'll show ya.
Shit.
OK. That didn't have any money on it, did it?
Yes. All of our the money from the Airbnb, and thus, all our money.
Shitorama.
Believe me, we would be delighted to leave
if there was anywhere else to go. You've already taken our money!
No, no, no, look, we're not asking you to leave.
Yeah, we thought we'd all just stay here together.
What are you going to do, curl up at the bottom of the bed?
If you like.
Look, we'll just stay on the sofa, you won't even know we're here.
You are already teetering on the brink
of a one-star rating, young lady.
Why don't you stop bothering us and go
and find some friends to stay with?!
How do you turn on the television? Green button and AV...
1!
OK. So...who are our other friends?
Scott! Fancy seeing you here!
At my own front door. You joker.
I'll, er, cut to the chase, man, I know you're busy.
I wondered, will you keep me company tonight? I'm so lonely.
Bunny! She's gone rogue, Scott, sorry.
You can't do "Sexy Baby", we're supposed to be a team.
Listen, I've got a client here who has just made
a very important breakthrough.
What do you want?
So...we were trying to make some cashish-monay by subletting
the old flat.
And let me guess - you've got nowhere to stay.
Just a bit! Yeah, teensy touch on the homeless side, yes.
We were just taking advantage, trying to make a quick buck.
You know how it is, Scott, you're a "psychiatrist".
Right, firstly, I'm a psychotherapist.
Potato, potato.
And secondly, I only have one bedroom, as you and Bunny well know.
From the sex.
And thirdly, every time I spend any time with you, I end up
having to spend even more time with my own psychotherapist, Dr Francis.
Maybe he's got somewhere we can sleep?
Right. Well, looks like it's an alley rapin' for us tonight.
I suppose I'll sort it, shall I?
What are you doing, Gary? Shirt-cocking?
Put some pants on, mate, you've got company.
Now is not a good time.
You got someone in there? Have you got some slag in there?!
Get out the way!
Let me fucking see her, I'm not having this, Gary.
What the hell?
This is how we die.
Halt, 'tis the evil temptress, the whore of Thearon - Laura!
Er, how does this crushed velvet slag know my name, Gary?
What's going on?
It's my guild. We've decided to take it IRL for a bit.
What? Me guild! They've been helping me through a tough time.
What kind of tough time? Did your mum finally die?
Did you get that Princess Diana plate? Can I have it?
No, Laura! A difficult...break-up.
Oh, well you're not gonna get over it mincing around
with these Gollums, are ya?
Tell them to bugger off, we need somewhere to sleep.
No. What? No, Laura.
You can stay, but if you do, you have to participate.
All of ya.
Jesus Christ. Let's just get this over with then.
You may proceed to cross the bridge.
What do you mean, the bridge? I thought we were in the castle.
Keep up, Meg! The bridge troll has just granted us our wish.
Which one's the bridge troll? You called, milady?!
Well I wish to go to the Magic Kingdom, aka bed.
Ha-ha, nice try. We're playing standard GURP rules.
Not that you'd get that. Lightning bolt! Plus ten!
Amulet, mirror spell, lightning bolt reversed.
You've...killed her.
Well, I didn't mean to kill her, did I?
How did you know how to do that?
What?
Are you a secret LARP-er?
No. Oh, my God.
I just... Oh, fuck off, Meg!
Tell it to the bridge troll, mate.
No!
Oh come on, Laura, it's only a joke.
Get out!
OK, guys. You know I'm one for a jape
but it's actually quite cold now
and I want to look good for the reunion tomorrow.
Yeah, well, what do you suggest?
We're locked out of the flat. We've run out of friends.
Plus we've got ?14.35 between us.
?13.35. I bought a Pepperami.
When? Girls. Let Mummy take care of this.
We're going to put on tomorrow's glad rags, tart ourselves up,
go to the hottest bar in town, find some totty
and then we'll go home with them.
So...prostitute ourselves. No!
We're not going to have sex with them, silly.
We'll pretend that we might
just so that we can go to someone's flat and we'll crash there.
Good plan! Hmm, sounds a bit risky.
Exactly!
If you've got it, flaunt it.
Not what I meant.
No offence, Meg, but where have your morals ever got you?
You two are fine, but this ain't happening.
What? I...I can take my blazer off.
Pub?
Jesus.
I mean, a lot of these people do look like serial killers.
And we're not leaving till one of them takes us home.
I think my outfit's going to invite the wrong kind of man.
Meg, your outfit isn't inviting no kind of man.
Let's face it, Laura, this one's on us.
Right. Let's get this party started.
Home time!
Oh, bollocks.
Time to go, girls.
Night, mate.
What the hell is going on?
I can see you!
Which input is the DVD on?
AV2, select DVD from the menu...
I mean, the open road is nice. It is nice.
But do you think there's, like, a park we could sleep in?
You don't sleep in a park, Meg. That's the number one rule.
Not unless you want a pillow that's made of johnnies and dogshit.
We just need to find somewhere posh, like a roundabout flowerbed.
Or...
Let's do it.
This'll do.
Six hours' beauty sleep before brunch.
It's like Ibiza.
Oi!
Oh, my God! What do you think you're doing?!
Run! Run for it.
Oi!
Has he gone?
Oh, so soft. This is like a beach.
Let's just wait here a minute, until the coast's clear.
Excuse me!
Cease fire.
Cease fire!
Good God.
Is it bad?
What the hell is going on here?
Where are you taking us?
I'm escorting you off the premises.
Water! Hey! I need water.
What are you doing? I'm thirsty.
Get yourself back in.
No, I need a drink. Come here!
I'm allowed it. Come here! You can't stop me.
This is why women should never be allowed on golf courses.
I really don't think this is a good idea.
Oh, come on. I am not missing out on Will Johnson.
We hardly look brunch-appropriate, Bunny.
You promised! What about showing people that we've made it?
Will we be doing that, though?
Someone might be able to have us to stay.
They might have a hotel room.
Oh, come on! Please, please, please.
I can seduce Will Johnson. He's got to have a bed for us, hasn't he?
Well, I mean, we do need to find somewhere to sleep tonight.
These guys won't really care what we look like, will they?
Nah. They're our old schoolmates. We go way back.
They've seen us when we look worse than this.
As I'll be saying to Will Johnson later tonight,
"It's what's inside that counts."
Inside my vagina!
Oh, God.
You did want to make an entrance, didn't you?
OK, look, we just need to find a bed.
Even if it means going home with Mr Pilsgate the caretaker.
Think we're a bit old for him now.
There he is. How do I look?
Five out of ten?
My five is your nine, so that's OK.
You don't smell great, though, mate.
Have you got any perfume on you? No.
Right, well, there's only one thing for it.
Oh. My knickers are full of sand.
What are you doing?
It's my fanny perfume.
It's pheromones. Drives men wild.
It's science, Meg.
Is it?
Professor Stephen Hawking would call that science, would he?
No, it's fact. I read it on the internet.
Right.
Wish me luck.
I got a hefty bonus, which more than covered the nanny.
All right?
Oh, my God. Laura?
Wow. You look...
Yeah, I know, time's been good to me.
So, have any of yous got a spare bedroom?
What? Just out of interest.
Well, I mean, we all have guest rooms. Of course.
Great, great. It's just, I need somewhere to stay tonight, so...
Oh, well...
I suppose you could stay with me in Camden.
Where?
Camden. In London.
Ugh. London! What a shithole.
What about you, then? I live in London.
Right, you? Me too.
Ugh. Absolute time-wasters.
Hey, guys!
Jeremy! How are you?
Fine.
Sorry, who are you?
Classic Jeremy. Class clown.
You know me.
What, seriously? No-one?
It's me, Meg.
We were at school together for seven years.
I went on holiday with your family, Amy.
Right, well...
That's a blow for the ol' self esteem.
Never mind. Er... What are you guys all up to?
Well, I'm a human rights lawyer. It was between that or modelling.
And I'm a dentist. Alex here was just telling us
how he's built an orphanage in... Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sorry, did you say dentist? Yeah.
Um, would you mind having a look at my tooth?
It just came loose.
I got hit by a golf ball earlier.
So, er, where are you staying tonight, Jeremy?
And I swear, that lion just knew me, you know?
He just, like, got me in a way that I guess a woman never could.
What's that smell?
Guilty.
I knew you'd remember.
Yeah. Right.
Anyway, the thing you need to remember about wild beasts...
I feel sleepy. Mmm...
Yeah?
Urgh. Sexy baby. There's no competing with that.
So, maybe we should go somewhere a little bit quieter?
Like, er, your hotel room, say?
Oh, I don't have a hotel room.
I'm getting the plane back to Buenos Aires tonight.
But, er...
I think I know somewhere we can go to...catch up.
I'm so tired, Laura.
I think I'm hallucinating. I just need sleep.
There's only one thing for it.
You're going home with Mr Pilsgate.
I'm getting out the begging bowl.
Don't do it, Meg.
Hey.
Hey!
Thank you!
So, you'll all remember me.
Well, I'm Meg. I'm Meg.
I pissed my pants on the school trip to Cheddar Gorge.
Oh, yeah! Yeah!
Right, yeah.
All it is... Er, it's a funny story, really.
I'm, er...
I'm in a little bit of a pickle
and I need somewhere to stay tonight.
Wait. Is there sand up there?
It's not very...
Bunny, can you stop wriggling? No, nearly there.
Ow! Ow, ow, it hurts... Oh, God!
Well, I guess I was just...
I was trying to impress you all, really.
I'm a woman of means! I'm living the dream.
Oh, no.
My tooth's come off.
Don't look at me!
Laura, help. Coming, Meg.
Please, stop, Bunny! Your vagina's like sandpaper!
So, er...
Does anyone want to have us to stay?
Anyone?