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I didn't travel 10,000 miles
to spend my first morning in England
talking to some wise-ass chick from Weehawken, New Jersey.
Look here! The building...
Ignore him. Not him. This!
Look at the building behind...
That's where she's going to study!
Bill Clinton went to Oxford.
Mmm!
And she already has a job lined up at Goldman Sachs when she finishes.
Oxford graduates earn 25% more than other graduates.
It'd be easier to Google Oxford on your phone, Mom.
Mmm! There she is!
- We're going to miss you, Anna. - I'll be home before you know it.
Oh, imagine.
Beautiful England.
Although I do hear it rains a lot.
Give away...
The poet Henry David Thoreau took himself to the woods
to, as he put it, "live deliberately."
Inspired by the idea of living a planned life,
I studied hard, graduated summa cum laude,
and secured a Wall Street job, which I deferred,
so I could take a year for myself,
studying Victorian poetry at the University of Oxford.
A year to live my dream.
Everything was going exactly to plan.
Until it wasn't.
Anything you want, make it happen
Do what you have to
Anything you want, make it happen...
Okay.
Ooh, just imagine...
Your beauty will fade, as will my interest.
Hi.
- Um, I'm Anna de la Vega. - Who the bloody hell's that?
An American.
Wonderful face. Shocking shoes.
Bellend!
Whoa, raining, is it?
Not exactly.
Hi. Um...
I would like to order some fish and chips, please.
Haddock?
A duck? Uh...
No. Fish.
Yeah, haddock. Or cod. Or saveloy.
I'm not... I, uh... I...
Just... Fish and chips?
- Large? - Large! Yes!
- 8.50, five minutes. - Great.
Jamie, this is not the finest dining in Oxford.
Well, it's top three. Hello, mate.
Can I get two large cod, mushy peas, pickled onions, and some chips, please?
Chips?
Should you be having those?
Oh my God, you're so right. Moment on the lips, lifetime on the hips, right?
Uh, can we make that two extra-large chips, please?
Ignore the lady. She has yet to learn how to live deliberately.
It's not me telling you that you can't have--
What are you doing?
Oh my God, are you hiding?
No. I'm battling an unruly shoelace.
You're hiding from Jessica Borne!
Honestly, it is a wonder you can get out of the house
with all the women you leave in your wake.
She's gone now, anyway. She probably recognized your car.
Yeah, probably. One of the pitfalls of owning a rare car. It's like a beacon.
That's where Bond went wrong. Should have driven a Ford Focus.
Oh my God. You!
Me?
Yeah, you're the bellend. You drenched me with your car.
Oh. Oh!
Oh... Oh?
Well, I'm... Shit!
Fish and chips for you, love.
I really... I really am sorry.
Genuinely.
Yeah, me too.
- Hey! - No. No!
He's in here!
Hiding from you.
No, no, no, no.
- Uh... - Jessica, darling.
- Hello. - All right? I was... Something...
Welcome
to the University of Oxford,
an institution which has been here for hundreds of years,
and which in each and every one of those years
has welcomed a new group of young people.
Great leaders, great scientific minds, literary visionaries
have all passed through these doors before you.
You will forget parties you attended here,
and you will forget friends you made here,
but you will never forget the learning and the studying you did here.
Your time here is precious.
It will disappear in a blink.
Seize it.
- It's okay. you're on time. - Oh!
Right, yeah. I was just... I...
I was at the... the thing with the...
- I'm Maggie Timbs. - Hi, I'm Anna de la Vega.
- Are you American? - I am, yes. From Queens, New York.
Good morning. I have arrived.
Charlie! How was your summer?
Pfft. Loveless.
I was stalking that Adonis rower with bedroom eyes and pecs as hard as--
This is Anna.
- Ah. Hello, new girl. - We've actually met.
Your neighbor? You said I had shocking shoes.
Surprised a charmer like you could remain loveless all summer.
- Loveless, darling, not sexless. - Ah.
And that wonderful smile more than makes up for those shoes.
Hello, hello, hello, all.
Oh my God, it's Professor Styan. She's my hero.
She's the reason I came here.
Terrible news, I'm afraid.
I've been named head of graduate studies,
which means I'm far too important to be teaching you lot, this term at least.
My cover is more than able. In fact, he's my annoyingly brilliant DPhil student.
I'll do the marking. He'll do the teaching. Best of both worlds for me.
It's not exploiting youth labor.
He actually wants to teach. His lookout.
So, um... yeah. I guess I'll see you around, guys.
Over to you, Jamie.
Uh, thank you. Uh... Hello.
Oh my God, you have got to be kidding me.
Okay, now that is a serious bit of crumpet.
So, as this is my first class,
I thought that I would set the tone by offering you
a bribe.
It's a
massive cake.
So...
Help yourselves.
Ah, didn't need the cake. I'd eat him.
Yeah.
Five years ago, I sat right where you are now.
Professor Styan walked in, and I thought to myself,
"So this is the woman who's going to bore me to tears for the next few months."
Um...
Hello.
It's you.
Hi.
Uh, ladies and gentlemen, we have a student here all the way from...
- New York. - New York, New York. Welcome, welcome.
I notice you don't have any cake. We have to make you feel at home.
And they do say that everything
is bigger in New York.
Actually, that's Texas.
Either way.
- I don't really want the cake. - Don't want the cake?
- No. - Fine. Yeah.
It's just that Mrs. Mackenzie crafted it in our very own college kitchen,
so it's basically an insult to the college,
everyone here, and all of Oxford--
- I'm going to eat it. - I'm not gonna force you to eat it.
- It's slightly unusual-- - I want it.
- I know you do, but-- - I insist.
Mmm.
It's delicious.
Good. So, poetry.
I liked poetry, but, I mean, Victorian poetry, that's for my dad.
Stale old men in top hats banging on about the glory of foreign wars
might not be the most exciting thing in the world, but
never in my wildest dreams
did I expect to find in the work of the Victorians
such... despair,
such terror, such beauty,
wisdom, lust.
If you don't mind,
I would love it if you read us this poem.
It was written by an American,
so I think we'd all like it if we heard it in the original cadence.
"My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night
But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends
It gives a lovely light"
Thank you.
That was Edna St. Vincent Millay.
There are many different interpretations of those words,
but here's my tuppence worth.
I believe that what she is saying is that a well-lived life might come at a price,
but bugger me if it's not worth every penny.
Nothing is permanent.
Our passions, our loves, or indeed our lives
might indeed be fleeting,
but if, while we have the chance, we embrace them fully,
then we can say that we have truly lived.
Poetry... Poetry can be taught, but, really, it should be tried.
It should be tested. It should be engaged with.
Take it on. Allow it to change your life.
And so, in that vein, I will endeavor to teach you but one thing in my class.
Can anyone guess what it might be?
To eat cake?
Every chance you get.
Uh, ping them in an email to me, and we can, uh, schedule a tute.
Yeah. So...
Uh, can I have a word?
So you're my American MA scholar.
And you're not the professor I came to see.
Uh, no, but, uh, I'm only covering for Professor Styan
when she can't be bothered.
She's very lazy, actually. Sorry to disappoint.
I am disappointed.
- So, the other day... - Hmm.
Um...
- I don't normally hide in chip shops. - And drench people with puddles.
Terrible mistake.
Truly, I... I had absolutely no intention
of starting an impromptu wet T-shirt competition.
But if I did, then you'd win.
Shouldn't be discussing wet T-shirt competitions.
Never been to one.
Obviously.
Um... Once...
I'm actually very mature.
Oh, well, that is very reassuring.
- So am I. - Congratulations,Professor Davenport.
- Your first class. - Uh, would you like some cake?
No, of course not. When was the last time you saw me eat cake?
My birthday?
Anna!
Hey.
Flirting with the hot teacher on the first day?
- What? No! I, uh-- - Oh, no, I love it.
Have you got a bike?
I have not.
You can't be in Oxford and not have a bike.
Right, get on. I know a man.
- Is it safe? - Oh, I wouldn't have thought so.
It's not.
I think I'll... I'll follow you.
Well, I hope you're quick.
Good luck.
Oh. Maggie!
Coming!
Mother of God!
Oh God, not again.
Oh, my...
Hello, Tom. Everything all right?
Dropped a bloody copy of Hargreaves' medical ailments on my metatarsal.
Ouch. The irony.
Well, this is Anna. She's from America.
Anna, which are we destined to be? Friends or lovers?
- Friends. - Absolutely sure?
- Positive. - 100%?
- Friends. - Wow. Cold.
The best ones are always the cruelest. Right?
- Not always. - Come in.
- Hey, have you got that book I lent-- - No!
Wow.
Here she is.
The Duchess.
Okay. Wow. She is so... so British.
- Which is... a good thing? - Oh, yeah.
If it's British you're after, then I have the perfect evening of entertainment.
Welcome to Naked Attraction,
the dating show that likes to let it all hang out.
It's funny. It's classic. So subversive.
She's right. You know, Naked Attraction is subversive.
Oh, no, I meant "A Man's Requirements" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
Listen.
"Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear Woman's love no fable
I will love thee half a year As a man is able"
Uh... How is that subversive?
She calls out the arrested development man whore
in the 1800s.
It's brilliant. It's perfect for Professor Davenport.
I'm gonna go send it.
My God, she's keen. She's left before they revealed the penises.
Oh, there they are.
- I would like you to leave. - Fine!
You'd better be there. Do you hear me?
- Sorry. Um... I can come back. - No.
No, come in. Take a seat.
What did you think of your piece?
I...
I think I made some good insights, observations, and analyses.
What did you think of my work?
Work? That's exactly what it felt like.
In 3,000 words, you managed to explore the suffragettes, the birth of feminism,
Salem witch hunts.
It's an extraordinary accomplishment. You did everything except the assignment.
Okay, well, um...
I will go work on it some more.
Wait, no, no. Um...
I'm so sorry.
Um... Let's start again, please. I'm so sorry.
Weird morning.
Out of all the poems in the book, why did you... choose this one?
Because I think it speaks to a truth about men.
You think that men are only capable of loving a woman for six months?
Some men, yes.
But what if they love deeply
for that time?
Do you think that things are only meaningful if they last forever?
Of course.
Well, I think that you picked this poem
because you think that it speaks to something about me,
which is disappointing,
because I wanted to know something about you.
I want you to pick a different poem. The first one... that speaks to you.
- You have one? - Mmm.
Great.
"Ah, love, let us be true to one another
For the world which seems to lie before us Like a land of dreams
So various, so beautiful, so new"
"Hath really neither joy Nor love, nor light"
"Nor certitude, nor peace
Nor help for pain
And we are here as on a darkling plain"
"Swept with confused alarms Of struggle and flight"
"Where ignorant armies clash by night"
Now, quick, without thinking, what is Matthew Arnold saying?
I think that the reality of life is that it's hard.
But at least we have each other.
I'm impressed.
You found hope in the single most pessimistic poem
of the Victorian era.
Well. now you know something about me.
- I just got a call from your Dad-- - Oh my God!
- No, it was totally my fault. - I'm so sorry.
- Uh... - Um...
- Hi, Cecelia. - Hi.
- We're just... finishing. - Uh... Yep.
- Thank you. Thankyou. Um... - Yes. Thank you. Yes.
- I'll see you in class. Sorry. - Yeah.
Anna.
It has been brought to our attention that you've never been to a pub.
True.
Disgraceful. Put some shoes on and follow us immediately.
Ooh, no, not those ones.
Pubs are like churches.
Except we consider them sacred and attend them religiously.
To our new friend Anna,
who's come 3,408 miles for a 929-year-old education.
Cheers.
- Cheers! Yeah! - Down the hatch! Whoo!
Oh God, this thing is bloody itchy. Hold.
Yeah, all right. You haven't...
Just can't... you just can't get the purchase.
This is your first time wearing a jumper?
Do we need to talk about Tom?
- You're so nearly there. - Do you fancy him?
No, but you do.
Oh, I know. I think he's the dog's bollocks.
You think he's the dog's balls?
Oh! Oh, no, no, it's a good thing.
Hmm.
Hello, all.
Everyone's super excited to have you in Oxford. You're such a novelty.
Let me introduce you to some eligible bachelors.
I'm assuming you're single.
Come, come.
Oxford boys have got brilliant minds.
- You misunderstand me. - No, I understand you perfectly.
You're saying that all Americans are stupid.
No, no! You're, um... blunt, naive,
which I happen to find endearing.
And about what exactly are we so painfully naive?
Little things.
Geography, world history,
your gun culture,
your impact on other countries, your willful celebration of ignorance.
Yeah, you're pissed, Ian. Go home.
And your absolute inability to understand irony and sarcasm.
Oh yeah. No, that's fair.
Perhaps you could teach me about irony.
I'm sure you're a great teacher.
I actually am.
I probably could help you.
Hey, Mags, I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
The loo.
- The loo. - Mugged you off there, mate.
Hey, Miss Mexico.
Miss Diversity Quota.
Do you have something to say to me?
We all know you're here to make up the numbers.
And I will forgive you for taking the place of someone far more deserving
if you buy me a drink.
Hmm.
How about you share mine?
Oh my...
Hey, Mags, um, I'm gonna go.
- Don't go... Oh! - This is not my kind of place.
Mate. Don't.
I don't need rescuing, thank you.
No, of course, you're incredibly scary, but to be clear, I was rescuing him.
Can I walk you home?
I'm pretty sure I can cope with the mean streets of Oxford.
Oh, you'd be surprised.
It's the gargoyles, actually. They're especially vicious at night.
They eat Americans.
Well, what if I scare them away by asking blunt questions?
Oh yeah, that would work. Big time. That's kryptonite for the British.
Even the gargoyles.
I wouldn't wanna drag you away from your harem of girls back there.
Well, if harem girls are anything, it's patient.
Shall we?
At least my first time in a British pub will be memorable.
That was your first time in a British pub?
Unacceptable.
So, Anna, why did you choose Oxford?
I have a library fetish.
Okay.
I just love being surrounded by books.
I just think there's no better smell in the world than the smell of old books.
When I was ten, I read all the Philip Pullman novels, and
the story of a young girl
rushing across this magical and ancient city stuck with me,
and I decided that somehow, some way,
I would sit among those dusty old books and first editions.
Sorry, you started planning to come here when you were ten?
Ten and three quarters, actually.
Oh, fine, then. Great.
My parents always told me that I could do anything,
so it just never even crossed my mind that I shouldn't try.
They must be really proud of you.
They're even prouder of the fact
that I already have a job as a financial analyst
at Goldman Sachs when I get back.
Uh, what...
As a layman, what does an analyst do?
It's primarily research. Digging into companies, their accounts,
and compiling that information into reports for corporate clients.
That sounds riveting.
Well, not everyone can afford a vintage car on a teacher's salary.
It's funny, I've got it in the back of my head.
I was wondering what happened to that ten-year-old dreamer.
She found a new dream.
To make enough money not to have to worry about money.
Mo... money can't solve all problems.
Is literally something only rich people say.
There's no safety net for me, you know, so it's college, Oxford, Goldman, period.
- Got it all planned out. - I mean, you have to, don't you think?
If you wanna live deliberately.
I think that life has a way of derailing even the best-laid plans.
Really?
And I'm also of the opinion
that the best bits of life are often the messiest.
So how did you get here without a plan?
No, wait, let me guess.
Prep school,
private tutors,
Eton, Oxford.
- How did you know that I needed a tutor? - I said "tutors."
It's karaoke all night, so let's get singing!
Oh, baby, baby
How was I supposed to know...
- You think you can do better? - That somethin' wasn't right here?
I'm almost certain I could do better than that, yeah.
You sing, Professor Davenport?
Well, I was in a band.
- Now you're out of sight... - Bacteria Overflow.
Show me...
We gigged twice, so it's, uh... it's a pretty big deal.
Over here, anyway, you know.
Does that mean that if I buy you a drink that makes me a groupie?
- To know now, oh, because... - Yes, I think it does.
- Two drinks coming up. - My loneliness is killin' me
And I
I must confess, I still believe
Still believe
Hit me, baby, one more time
All right, that was pretty terrible.
Hey. Thank you.
Next up, singing Coldplay's "Yellow,"
Jamie Davenport!
- What? - Where are you, Jamie?
Sorry. Sorry, Anna. What have you done?
I just booked your third gig.
- Jamie there? - Anna, the other two were when I was 12.
- Are you Jamie? - You've had plenty of time to practice.
Anna, I was a bass player.
Well, then, good luck.
Where are you, Jamie?
Jamie! Jamie!
- No, Anna. Anna, seriously. Seriously... - Jamie! Jamie!
- Please, please. Look... - Jamie! Jamie!
Jamie! Jamie! Jamie!
Don't be shy!
Look at the stars
See how they shine for you
And everything that you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
Uh, came along
I wrote a song for you
And ev... all the things you do...
Yeah, and it was called "Yellow"
So then...
- No. - Have you heard this song before?
So then I took my turn
Oh, what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow
Your skin
Oh, yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into
Somethin' beautiful
Yeah, you know
You know I love you so
You know I love you... you so...
Oh!
Oh, wow.
Oy, oy.
See, I'm of the opinion that you should never regret things you do.
You should only regret the things that you don't do.
Right, but you must regret that karaoke.
Sorry, the only thing that I regret is not following up with a Céline Dion. Now.
It is tradition here that after karaoke, you have to eat.
I'm about to introduce you to a true Oxford institution.
Is that an elephant's leg?
Here you go.
Thank you.
Yes, boss?
Okay, who's next?
Trust me.
Some rice?
Mmm.
That's good.
That's really good.
My friend.
Cheers, Dimitri. Aah!
- It's really good. - I know.
Okay, your turn.
Right. Um, the master at work.
- Here we go. - Ready?
Uh-huh.
Mmm.
Oh no.
- Oh my God, I need a napkin. - No, you don't!
- Yes, I do. - Resist.
This is the messy bit.
Come on.
- Mm-hmm. - Hmm...
It's so good.
- It'sso good, right? - Mmm!
Well, I definitely did not have bad karaoke and kebabs
on my Oxford wish list,
but, um...
I had a really great time.
So would you
care to come up for some tea and crumpet?
Better not.
Good night, Anna.
I mean, you've humiliated yourself, but now you need to move on.
And we've all been there.
- Have you? - God, no. It's an expression.
Well, Jamie Davenport may have turned you down,
but you certainly won't be short of attention in that.
It was either this or Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
- Sexy '60s Ruth Bader? - No.
Oh. Well, you know, this is... is perfect.
It's American. It's powerful.
It's going to knock their socks off.
Thank you. And you look great as Dracula.
Dracula? Anthony Bridgerton. Honestly.
- Tell me, tell me... - Whoo!
Oh, come on, tell me
Now, oh, come on, tell me...
Hiya. Hi.
- So it's not a costume party? - If you wanna say somethin'...
Hello, Wonder Woman. I could do with saving from that bloke.
Ah, not your type?
Seriously, I didn't come out to talk about molecular biology.
Can I get you a drink? If it's okay with Lord Bridgerton.
Oh, you absolutely have my permission.
Just, I don't understand how this is Halloween.
I mean, does anyone make any effort in this country at all?
Well, I mean, excuse me.
Oh, not you. You look wonderfully weird.
And you, you look like the slutty savior of the human race.
You said it, Anthony.
Well, I wouldn't mind if you gave me a ride in your invisible plane.
- What? - Uh, an invisible plane.
Uh, Wonder Woman, she... she has an invisible plane.
You... you can't see it. It's an invisible plane.
Right.
Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, do you wanna dance?
Wheels up.
When we get high on my break time
And we're just--
Big mistake is leaning too far back on the pull,
'cause it ruins the coordination,
and it happens all the time to guys that are top-heavy.
Wow.
- Is the, uh... race coming up soon? - No!
I wouldn't be out if it was.
You can lose a race by the smallest of margins.
Hmm.
- You okay? - Mmm.
Come here.
I'm hungry.
What's so funny?
Oh my God. Are you serious?
No, I... I couldn't eat that.
It would be like putting diesel in a Rolls-Royce
instead of premium unleaded.
Ah.
- You're right. - Yeah?
I don't know what I was thinking.
Good night.
- Night, Dimitri. - Good night.
Also, Wilde was a massive fan of Keats.
He hated that his... his love letters were being sold for profit.
"That small and sickly eyes May glare and gloat"
That's us for today. Thank you, guys.
Right, I need to return my costume.
Jack the Ripper?
No. Anna, are you coming?
Anna, do you have a minute?
If you have time, there's something that I'd like to show you.
I think it's quite special.
You didn't think I'd been to the Bodleian?
It was, like, the second thing on my list.
- After? - Fish and chips.
But have you been to the library within the library?
Welcome to Duke Humfrey's Library.
No, they're alarmed.
Hello, Laura.
I put it out for you, Jamie.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Behold the inner sanctum.
- It's Millay. - Mm-hmm.
First edition.
Oh!
- It smells so good. - Mm-hmm.
Wow.
So I saw you at the club last night.
Oh yeah?
I was gonna say hello, but I think you left.
Couldn't find you or the meathead rower you were with.
Hmm.
Well, we left together.
You must have missed that, being so busy with Cecelia.
- How many copies were printed? - Go straight home?
No.
Gotcha.
The crumpet, then?
No.
- We went to Dimitri's. - What...
Sh!
...most people don't know is that 126 copies were printed.
Dimitri's is our place.
Ours?
As in me and you?
When was this printed,
Professor?
It's, um...
it's, um...
Nine...
Nineteen, um...
1917.
Yeah.
1917.
- Thank you, Laura. I just have to run. - It's a great book.
Where are we going?
Just... somewhere.
Yours?
No.
It's too far.
How long will it take you to put the top up?
- So, thanks for the ride... - Mmm.
...home.
...for a year, in college...
Not to be blunt, but this is just fun, right?
Oh yeah.
- Fun. - Fun.
- So fun. - So fun.
Well, fun's all I've got to give, so enjoy it while it lasts.
Mind if I sit?
Sure.
It's funny. We're famous for it,
but I'm sure it's only tourists and my grandmother that take afternoon tea.
Word is, you and Jamie are quite the item.
Well, I wouldn't say we're an item. We're just... having fun.
Yes, that's what he's good at.
But the question is, are you?
Look, I know we like to think of ourselves as modern women,
but when it comes down to it, it's hard not to get emotionally involved.
Trust me, Anna.
It's not worth the pain.
Enjoy your tea.
- We agreed we're just having fun. - Mm-hmm.
Oh, fun, that's great. How fun!
You have got to stop saying "fun."
But it is so fun.
And I suppose, because you're leaving, you have a built-in end.
Exactly. It'll probably only last, like, a month or two.
Hmm.
Okay, guess which one looks just like my ex.
Oh, I do
Everything I dreamed about Is comin' on
Trade it for a moment in the sun
All that other noise Is just a waste of time
You're the only music on my mind
I don't need money I don't need to be cool
I'll trade it for A moment in the sun with you
- Anna. - Oh, no. You go first.
Anna, it would be my privilege.
Winter, spring
Summer, fall
A moment's fine But I wanna feel them all
- Oh - Ooh, ooh
- I wanna feel them all - Ooh, ooh...
Ding dong! Merrily on high
Everything I dreamed about Is comin' on
Trade it for a moment in the sun
All that other noise Is just a waste of time...
You're the only music on my mind
I don't need money I don't need to be cool...
Oh, look, they're going to a ball. I wanna go to a ball.
- ...in the sun - Ooh, ooh...
With you...
No, I'm not...
750 years to celebrate, and you don't wanna go?
- Uh-huh. - You're a bore.
No, Anna, believe me, it is the balls that are a bore.
I will take you literally anywhere else. Anywhere.
- Anywhere? - Uh-huh.
How about your place?
There are these killer vines at the moment.
- Sure. - They're sort of like...
Oh, wow.
...a moment in the sun
All that other noise Is just a waste of time
You're the only music on my mind
I don't need money I don't need to be cool
I'll trade it for A moment in the sun with you...
Anna! Are you doing your reading for Goldman Sachs?
Mm-hmm.
Don't get distracted, huh?
Your future is too important.
- Ooh, ooh - I wanna feel them all...
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
I don't need money I don't need to be cool
I'll trade it for A moment in the sun with you...
There's other people as well from...
Ooh!
I just... I still can't stop gaping at everything like a tourist.
It's just incredible that Shelley and Tolkien and Wilde
all wandered through these gardens.
It's just we don't have this back home. This... history.
- Yeah, but you've got other things. - Uh-huh.
Baseball.
Really big cars.
No, if you like this,
then you absolutely have to go on a grand tour around Europe
before you leave.
A grand tour?
Yeah, like Byron. You've gotta start in Paris.
- Mmm. - Get drunk by the Seine, of course.
Of course.
And then I'd go to Venice and spend the whole night on a gondola.
And then I'd go to Greece and I'd visit the Temple of Poseidon.
It's high on a promontory above the Aegean Sea.
And then I'd sit down on a
glorious beach to, as Tennyson said,
watch "sunset and evening star."
Sounds like someone else has a plan.
Yeah, I think I might.
And you must...
you must go to the red-light district in Amsterdam.
I'm not that kind of girl.
No, there's a
church there.
Our Lord in the Attic.
This hidden door leads you to this sanctuary.
It's...
It's so beautiful.
Take your breath away.
We could go together.
- Together? - Hmm.
I don't know, Professor. That sounds rather serious.
I'm only looking for fun.
I go back to New York soon.
Yes, you do.
Well, maybe instead of a grand tour, we could do a small tour.
Round my place.
Your place?
- You have a place? - I do.
Wow.
God, it's been so long, I assumed you lived in that car.
Don't judge me. I'm still gettin' settled in.
I only moved out of college a year ago.
My, uh... aunt left me the house.
I say left. She's not dead.
She, um... just couldn't be bothered with the renovation
and, of course, moved to Croatia.
Did you build these toy cars?
They're model cars. Um...
But yes, when I was a kid, with my dad. And my brother, Eddie.
It's a lot harder than it looks.
We'd spend days on each one, the three of us.
Hours into the night.
And then, when I got older, we started working on real cars.
Like the Jaguar?
Yeah, that...
That was the last thing that we did before Eddie died.
- Oh my God, I'm so sorry-- - It's funny.
Every person in your family plays a certain role, right?
And after he was gone, I realized that I didn't just lose
my brother.
I lost my whole way of communicating with my father.
- Have you spoken to him about it? - No.
No. We're Englishmen, Anna. We don't talk about our feelings.
Right.
In fact, that might be the first time
I've told anyone I'm not speaking to my dad.
- How did your brother die? - Let's continue with the tour!
You haven't seen the bedroom yet. Best view ever.
And, oh, please be careful. I've just had the carpets done.
Good morning.
Going somewhere?
Yes, I forgot I had this thing.
Styan bestowed another responsibility upon me.
Oh.
Well, in a way, I, too, am a responsibility
that Styan bestowed upon you.
Sorry.
Uh, Maggie texted about the Boat Race next weekend.
You gonna come down with us?
I'm so sorry, what was that?
The, uh... the Boat Race next weekend.
Are you coming?
Uh, no, I don't think I can.
I'm gonna be really busy over the next few weeks.
I have to really focus on my doctoral thesis.
Right. Of course.
I'm gonna go get dressed.
Yes, great. Thank you.
- Oxford! - Whoo-hoo!
So kind
So long, dance on
She's gone, dance on...
Whoo! Whoo!
Dance on...
Row faster!
Sink 'em, Oxford! Sink 'em, Oxford!
Is he coming?
No, he can't. He's studying. I haven't seen him all week.
I'm sure he'd be here if he could.
His thesis is important. I get it.
- Laura! Hey. - Hey! Nice turnout.
Yeah, it seems like everyone is here.
Except Jamie.
Although you must be sick of seeing him all the time in the library every day.
Oh, no. I haven't seen Jamie in weeks.
I'm gonna try and get a pint in that scrum. You guys want anything?
- No, I'm good. Thanks. - Okay.
It was probably an innocent misunderstanding.
Jamie is not the type to sleep around.
Okay, you knew that he was a player.
You declared you wanted casual. This is basically what you asked for.
Cecelia warned me to stay away.
Warned you like, "Hope you're doing okay," or, "Back off or else"?
Oh, balls. It was "back off or else."
Is she here?
Looking for me?
Hello, Ridley. Uh, did Cecelia not come with you guys today?
No, this past week, she decided to hunker down and do some work.
But missing the Boat Race? Should be sent down.
The ladies won by the exact yardage I bet on. 152.
I've just won 500 quid.
- Oh my God! - The beers are on me.
- Come on. - To the bar!
Right. What's everyone having?
Listen, if he wants to see other people, I'm fine with that.
- Sure you are. - But I won't be lied to.
- No. - No.
No. Bollocks. Go knock his bloody door down.
- I know the code. - Even better. Let yourself in.
Yeah!
Bollocks to this.
- Bo... bollocks? Bollocks. - Yeah.
Bollocks to this!
Jamie?
I'm gonna get a coffee.
Do you want one?
You must be exhausted.
Oh my God.
No. Anna, wait. Anna--
- What is this? - Get out.
- Jamie, are-- - Get... out!
Eddie had cancer.
And they tried everything.
Every... treatment.
Every clinical trial.
And in the end, he just wanted it to stop.
'Cause the time it had earned him was just spent in hospital in pain.
You don't live longer. You just die slower.
Um... My father,
so bent on never losing himself,
he couldn't understand why someone else wouldn't fight until the end.
But there are some things that you just...
You can't fight. Like your own body when it turns on you.
It's just I...
I don't understand how you've been dealing with all of this.
Well, I've had Cecelia,
who was Eddie's girlfriend.
And she was with him through all of it. Um...
We're basically family now.
And how's your mom coping?
Yeah, not great, but, um... she's a champ.
Uh... never makes it about herself, unlike my father.
Even when Eddie was... was dying, he, um...
All he could do was push him. We fought over it then, and, um...
things were said.
Um...
Anyway, uh...
now I'm in the same situation.
It's genetic.
What you saw was my final treatment.
So maybe it buys me time, maybe it doesn't.
But either way, I won't submit myself to any more.
And... my father simply can't respect that choice.
Mmm!
I think this would be my death-row meal.
What about you?
How is any of this funny?
It's funny because
the two people in this city who most needed a casual relationship
ended up here.
Don't waste the short time you have left in Oxford on me.
I saw what happened to Cecelia with Eddie.
I'm not putting you through that.
We said we'd have fun, and we have.
Loads of it.
But my illness isn't fun, so it ends now.
With a kebab.
Just because something is fleeting doesn't mean it's not meaningful.
I can't pretend to understand what you're going through,
but I know that you don't have to do it alone.
This is the messiness of life,
and as an annoyingly brilliant man once told me...
these are the best bits.
- Whoa! - Oi-oi!
Nothing's changed.
Keep having fun.
Yeah.
- We'll keep having fun. - Mmm.
Aah!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
- Oh, Professor Styan. - Mm-hmm?
Sorry, you're on the committee
for the septicentennial and fifty ball, aren't you?
I am.
I'm also aware of your contempt for all things...
What was it?
Gaudy, naff, and classless dressed as high taste?
Yes. Uh, that does sound like me, doesn't it?
Um, but...
I just had a few questions about the kind of grip that you do on the--
Wh...
Excuse me!
Oh my God! Oh my God!
Wait, we're all going?
- Hey. - Mm-hmm?
I'm right by your side.
Okay.
- Hello, Mother. - Hello, darling.
- You look exquisite. - Thank you.
I'm gonna get drunk and go on a fucking Ferris wheel.
I would like you to meet my friend, Anna.
Yes, I heard rumors that my son was dating a very pretty American girl.
Yes, I heard them, too, sir, but I didn't let that stop me.
Excuse me. Might we have a quick word, Lady Davenport?
Oh, yes, of course.
Sorry, such a bore.
Jamie, if we could, um... perhaps just...
There's something about it...
So which are we destined to be, friends
or lovers?
Neither.
- Tom! - There was a third option.
- Hey. Anna, you look absolutely... - Can't tell you what makes it perfect
You're the cure for the hurt...
Stunning, isn't she?
It's a shame it takes a dress and heels for a guy to notice.
- Hmm? - Hmm?
What? Oh, you thought I was looking at Maggie like that!
Can you imagine? No, no, Maggie and I, we're just
friends.
Best way to be, mate. Don't get involved, don't get hurt.
Bring it back, sing it back
Bring it back, sing it back to me
Bring it back, sing it back
Bring it back, sing it back to me
When you are ready, I will surrender
Take me and do as you wish
Have what you want Your way's always the best way...
Hello, Anna.
- Can I tempt you with a drink? - I succumbed to this passive sensation
Peacefully falling away...
Sure. I'd like that.
I am a zombie Your wish will command me
So my mom came from Argentina with nothing,
and my dad's a Cuban émigré.
Now their daughter's taking a master's at Oxford
and is soon to start at Goldman.
You've done your research.
Yeah, well, Jamie might not talk to me,
but thankfully, he still talks to his mother.
I have to be totally transparent with you, Anna.
I want the best possible medical treatment for Jamie,
but... but he has to fight.
Currently not speaking to me, so... ...I can't give him the details.
Jamie saw what happened with Eddie,
so I... think he knows about the treatment, sir.
Mmm... not all of them. I mean, how can he?
What he and Eddie have is incredibly rare.
I've been talking to people,
making donations, sponsoring research.
I can't imagine how hard this is for you.
Jamie thinks he knows best, but
he doesn't.
He looks healthy, but, um... he's not.
He needs to return to our home for more treatment, and, uh...
I expect you to help us convince him.
I'm so glad we've reached this understanding.
Jamie said that words were exchanged when Edward died.
What did you say to him?
You dare to judge me?
Have you watched someone you love more than your own life die?
You have no idea what it's like to lose a child,
knowing you may soon lose another.
Everybody dance
Do-do-do-do, clap your hands
Clap your hands
Everybody dance...
What have you done now?
You've not signed me up to sing with the band, have you?
- I was just talking to your dad. - Mm-hmm?
Jamie, you need to work this out.
Anna. I know that you have your life perfectly planned out.
Don't need to try and fix mine. Some things are just broken.
Okay, as your friend, I think he--
Do you want a drink? I do.
Excuse me.
No. I mean, I used to love football, and I was good at it too.
If it hadn't been for the homophobic locker room chat.
I mean, honestly, they'd call me Bender Like Beckham,
Cristiano Ronald-ooh,
and Sabrina the Queen Age Bitch, which had nothing to do with football.
You should play with the college gay football society.
The guys are great.
I would... I would love that.
And after a match, maybe we could get dinner, watch a movie?
Wh... Uh, me?
No.
No, I just, uh...
Uh... I will be straight back. I'm just gonna...
Oh my God. I mean, I've never been so insulted.
A ten-minute chat and he's ready to take me up the aisle.
Do I look like the kind of guy that's ready to commit?
I don't know who on earth you are.
Yeah, I'm not so sure myself.
Don't know who you think That you're confusin'
I be like, "Ooh, it's amusin'"
You think I'm gonna fall for an illu...
Cecelia. Hi.
Jamie told me...
Whew.
It was like watching a car crash in slow motion.
He was so brave, but it... it...
completely ruined me.
And there's no getting over it.
I go out, I flirt with the occasional guy, but
that's it.
Tryna make me yours for life Takin' me for a ride...
I shall be a spinster forever, I suppose.
Think you play your cards right
Don't you know I could do this dance all night?
- Ooh - Ooh
What you doin'?
Don't know who you think That you're confusin'
I be like, "Ooh, it's amusin'"
You think I'm gonna fall for an illusion...
- What is it, Tom? - I was wondering if I could have a quick...
Just gonna...
Yeah, just gonna grab...
- Dance all night... - Uh...
Dance all night...
Are we having a dance?
- You... you know I can't dance, so... - What is it? I had a good thing going.
Yes, I mean, but that's just it, isn't it?
Um... because, I mean, you're off dancing with tattooed... Tony,
when perhaps you and I could be, you know...
I can teach you to unicycle.
- Tom, are you chatting me up? - Yes, yes, I am.
Somethin' to say?
I'm really sorry.
- I didn't mean to be a-- - Bellend?
It's okay.
You Englishmen find it hard to talk about your emotions.
Do you want to dance?
La, la, la-la-la
- La, la, la... - Like that?
La, la, la-la-la
La, la, la
- La, la, la-la-la... - No.
- Much worse than that. - I just can't get you out of my head
Boy, your lovin' is all I think about
I just can't get you out of my head
I feel the rush Addicted to your touch
Oh, I feel the rush
It's so good, it's so good
I feel the rush Addicted to your touch
Oh, I feel the rush
It's so good, it's so good
So good when we slow gravity, so good
It's so good, it's so good
- I love your mom. - Uh-huh.
She gave me her number, and she told me to call her for a chin-wag,
which Maggie said isn't jaw surgery, but a friendly conversation.
Can you unzip me, please?
Yes, absolutely. I'm just feel... ing...
Jamie!
Jamie! Jam...
Do you like those flowers?
They're fake.
It's a secret.
On the plus side,
at least I didn't turn into a pumpkin until after the ball, huh?
Can you exist without your irony?
No.
Anna, I'm fine. It was overexertion.
I'm probably a little bit better than you are.
We can maybe get one of these nurses to slip you something for your hangover.
- Here we go. This should help. - Thanks.
Jamie, you'll need something a bit stronger.
Whiskey?
I've recently been drinking rather a lot of Buckfast. Have you heard of that?
Oh, really? Have you? Yes.
Just wondering, maybe a bit of that with some mezcal thrown in.
I think... I think I might have a latte.
Professor Styan's asked me to step in once again, apologies,
to discuss Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar,"
arguably one of the greatest poems about life and death ever written.
And he's comparing death to setting out to sea.
All he wants in his final moments is to hear the gentle tolling of a bell
and then to be swallowed up by darkness.
And rather than being afraid of death, he is embracing it.
And I say, why the hell not?
Because it's the end of everything.
It's the end of... of all the things that you should have done.
Yes... uh, but,
maybe, Maggie, it is not the length of time that you spend on Earth.
Maybe it's what you do with it.
Well, I hope to be in a bar when I die.
Not in a sad way. In, like, a... In, like, a fun way.
No, but I, like... So if I'm, like, laughing and I fall off my chair.
But not because I've had too much to...
I may have had, like, one drink, maybe two, like?
But a fun drink, like, with a straw. Piña colada, something like that.
And my boyfriend, he's there. He loves that.
He kisses me on the cheek, like, um, tenderly,
but enough to say we're still interested in each other.
At that point, I'm doing a lot of philanthropy,
and I think people can tell.
There's a twinkle in my eyes that says I care.
So when I die, there's a big loss to the charity sector.
People are obviously upset.
You know, a great beauty lost from Oxford.
But then, obvi-- But I do still die, but it's, like, the right time.
But, yes, it's in a bar.
So Tennyson's bar is a sandbar.
Um...
Anna!
Mom, what are you doing up?
I just finished the night shift.
It's overtime. You know I cannot say no to that.
Anyway, because I'm up,
I get to talk to you.
You're back so soon!
I know. It's gone so fast.
Oh, no, it's been too long.
I saw Stephen Delgado's mother.
Oh, how is he?
He's making six figures already.
Anna, I have something I really need to discuss with you.
Yes?
- Your birthday. It's next weekend. - Oh my God. Jamie!
So which should it be? Are we gonna get drunk by the Seine,
or are we gonna go swimming in the Aegean, or both?
We can do anything. Go anywhere that your heart desires.
- Go anywhere? - Anywhere.
- And do anything? - Anything.
- Whoo-hoo! - Jesus Christ, look at the road!
Je... You can wipe that smug smile right off your face.
Slow down.
Slow down, we're turning! Oh my God!
Anna, I have restored this car once. Please, please, please be careful.
Oh, come on, this is so much fun!
Please focus on the road.
I feel like I'm Elizabeth Bennett on the road to Pemberley.
It takes her, like, an hour just to get past the grounds.
Then all of a sudden they turn a corner and...
Oh my God!
You grew up here?
Yes.
- Here? - Yes.
- This place? - Yes.
Huh.
What a shithole.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoo-hoo!
- Oh, you're here! - Hello.
Oh, Anna, you get more beautiful each time I see you.
- Oh! - Keep this up and we shan't be friends.
How are you?
She's in Anglophile ecstasy.
Hello, darling.
Your father's just finishing some reading.
Come, let me show you where Elizabeth imprisoned Mary.
- No... - Yes.
- No! - Yes.
Well, if he ever gets too big for his boots,
remind him that his grandfather seven times removed
was groom of the stool,
meaning he wiped the king's arse.
Hi. I was just learning about your grandfather seven times removed.
Okay, right, so she tells this story like it's a really bad thing,
but Lord Norris was very powerful.
He had the ear of the king.
And not just the ear.
Come, let me show you the tapestry room. Lead on, my dear.
Surprise!
- No, you didn't. - I'm afraid I did.
Surprise!
Jamie, I don't like surprises.
Oh, my mistake. I'll just cancel the birthday and send ev--
Should we... um...
- Right. - Yes. Yes!
Surprise?
- Yes! - Yay!
- Hi! - Hi!
To Anna!
- Yay! - Ooh!
Charlie, you're actually quite good at this.
I was the captain of my school croquet team.
We lost every game.
Right, who's next? Is it the birthday girl, you say?
Yes!
You know, I've never played.
Oh, really? It's a good job that you've got a list
of things you've never done that you're doing.
Actually, I don't have the list anymore.
Completed it?
No, just... taking each day as it comes.
- I like it. - Mmm.
Right, okay, so...
- Just bend over? - Yeah.
Oh my God, get a room.
We have a room. Queen Elizabeth slept in it.
Oooh!
- Aww. - Ah, okay.
So actually, in croquet
that's terrible.
I think I just have a bad teacher.
Really? Wow, okay. Seems a bit harsh.
Uh, next?
Oh, actually, is one bottle enough?
- Charlie. - Mm-hmm.
- Mmm. - I'll get another one.
- Okay. - Back in a sec.
- Oh, sorry. No, please. You... - Sorry. After you.
- I'll just take this up. - We're having beef Wellington.
Yeah. This is for outside.
Jamie, might we have a word?
Must we?
Today?
Fine.
Ah...
- I'll get the broom. - Leave it. Luke can clean it up.
- It's not necessary. - I said leave it!
Will you listen to me?
Just for once.
Now, I spoke with Dr. Patel, and he said there's a new drug--
No more drugs. I told you, I'm done.
- You have to keep fighting! - God, you just don't get it!
I don't wanna spend the time that I have left in a hospital.
I wanna spend it in Oxford, doing what I love with the people that I love.
I won't accept it.
I can't just watch you...
Your brother at least tried.
Yes.
Yeah.
Edward never put a foot wrong in your eyes.
- I... I never favored him. - You know what you said?
I know what you said.
I was a mess.
I was grieving my son.
My brother!
James.
Please.
I'm just trying to keep you alive.
It's not your decision to make.
Jamie?
How's the birthday going?
There's still time for things to improve.
- Or get worse. - Ever the optimist.
It's a shit situation, isn't it?
It is.
I mean, it could be less shitty
if the atmosphere between a certain two people improved.
Oh my God, I agree. Tom and Maggie kiss way too much.
It's unsettling.
You know, you have to do what I want. It's my birthday month.
Month?
You're such an American.
Yeah.
And as an American,
can I be blunt?
I assume that you're about to be.
Did Eddie die here?
Uh, yes, he did.
You said that Eddie played a role in your lives.
Why can't his memory play that same role?
You don't understand.
Of course.
I'm not from here.
I'm gonna go inside. I have some things to do.
Can I help you?
- Brought you a present. - Oh.
Thank you.
There was no need.
Of course.
I'll see you at dinner.
Right. Mine next.
Stop!
Predictable, but you can never have too many pairs of good shoes.
I will think of you every time I wear them. Which will be a lot.
The plan is to make you miss us so terribly that you have to come back.
- Mmm. - Oh.
Have you considered not leaving?
College, Oxford, Goldman.
That was always the plan.
Okay, well, Vera Wang planned on being a figure skater.
Giorgio Armani trained as a doctor.
And Victoria Beckham wanted to be
a singer.
Meow!
Right, who is left? Ooh, Tom.
- Did not know we were to bring gifts. - It's her birthday party, Tom!
Right, you have to sing her a song instead. Come on.
Right. Um...
Oh, beautiful...
Antonia told me that Jamie and Eddie
used to steal their dad's handmade shoes to wear.
Apparently...
Apparently, William knew they were doing it, but he was
secretly proud that they liked his style.
I wish I could have met Eddie.
Eddie would have really liked you.
- Yeah. - Just don't crowd me.
Do you ever regret it?
- D? - Yes, that's it.
Cecelia!
Do you play? We need some help.
I do. I'm coming.
- That was a bit shit. - Really.
- Yeah. - I don't have it.
I could never regret it.
One chord...
- Actually... - Right, what are we playing?
- Can you... - Oh yeah. Okay.
Okay.
We could have been anything That we wanted to be
And that decision was ours...
Yes!
It's been decided
- We're weaker divided... - Ooh, high!
Let friendship double up our power!
Excuse me.
Anna?
How dare you?
- Jamie? - William?
Come on! I really don't--
- What? No... There! Ooh! Aah... - Ooh! Whoa!
- Hey! Hey! - Ha-ha! Ha-ha!
Oh.
- I'm so sorry. - Ah.
I missed your present opening. We, um...
We just, um...
- We got talking. - Ah...
- It led to drinking. - Yes.
And then we... we finished it.
- Ah, yes. Look. - Ah.
- Hah! - I mean...
Um...
So where are the wheels, then?
- Um... - Ah...
- Where are the wheels? Your... - I think...
I think it might have been your department, the wheels.
- You can, yes. - I think you'd love Taipei!
- No way! - Yes.
I do not believe you.
I'd, uh... I'd like to raise a toast.
To Anna.
- Happy birthday. - Mmm.
Thank you for combining Keats, cars, and Eddie
to make this evening happen.
- Cheers! - Cheers! Wahey!
Cheers, cheers, cheers!
And, uh...
to Jamie.
My... son.
My boy.
The love
of my life.
I, uh...
I would... I... I want to, uh...
I...
I'm so sorry.
Uh... uh...
- Yes! Uh, yes, yes, yes. To... to Jamie. - To Jamie.
Cheers. Now, I'd like to assume the role of Anna's guardian
and ask you, Master Davenport,
what, sir, are your intentions?
- Oh! - Mmm.
Because, let's be honest, you were a shagger.
Oh!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You... No. Sorry. Your mum knows that. Hopefully.
- Of course I knew that. - Yes. Absolutely.
Serious, like, more bangs than Bonfire Night.
Would shag anything that wasn't running for a bus. Sometimes that was.
But you seem to have settled down.
However, I want assurances that
Anna won't find herself alone in
six months' time.
Um...
So... Sorry. What's funny?
Charlie, I'm so sorry to disappoint you,
but if there is one thing that is absolutely certain,
it's that I will be leaving Anna.
I have one more year of med school, and I am gonna keep studying for you.
Curing incurable diseases cannot be that hard.
It might be a bit late for me, Tom, but I really appreciate the thought.
Hey, where are we taking this party to next?
We are taking you to bed.
You only want one thing, and from now on, I won't put out.
- 'Cause I deserve more! - Thank you.
- Come on. - Amazing.
- Sleep well, Ceci. - Night, night, darling.
- See you in the morning. - See you. Night.
Um...
Dad and I might take another crack at the car,
if that's okay?
No.
No?
Thank you.
I love you too.
- Where were we? - Right. You.
- The car! - And no more messing around.
- No more messing around. - Because you were the reason...
Happy birthday, Anna!
Feliz cumpleaños, mi niña.
Only two more weeks until you're back, mi amor.
Yeah.
What's wrong?
Okay, necesita hablar conmigo. Salte, salte.
Okay.
He's gone.
Tell me everything.
I don't know, Mom. I...
I don't even know how... how to...
I just... I...
I don't want the same things that I thought I wanted.
And I know that I can't afford to make the wrong choice, but...
I'm staying here.
What?
What? No! No, no!
Why? No, Anna! No. Why are you throwing your future away like this?
No! No!
See, I knew this would happen.
- You did? - Yes, of course!
Because you're a... a dreamer, Anna!
I'm sorry, Mom. I just...
I can't leave.
You never know if a choice you make
is right or wrong until you make it.
And even then...
But what matters is that
they are yours
to make.
I don't wanna let you down.
Oh!
Anna.
I always told you you could do anything.
And I didn't just mean you are capable of anything.
I also meant we are here for you,
no matter what you choose to do.
Well, it's not perfect, but we--
Thank you, Mom.
I will tell them tomorrow that
I am not taking the job.
I love you.
- Te quiero. - Te quiero.
Bye.
You're not staying.
- Jamie. - No, Anna.
Have you spoken to Cecelia? There's no future here.
Well, there's no future guaranteed anywhere, but here, there's you.
We agreed, right?
Yes, I know. Fun, but...
God! We've moved beyond that, haven't we?
You can't stay, Anna. I won't let you.
- You're being ridiculous. - Stop telling me what I am!
God, you seem to think that I'm yours to mold to your ideals,
but I'm not, Jamie.
Yes, I know that you're not,
because I would never let you make such a bloody stupid decision.
What are you doing?
Now where... where are you going? Where...
There's a million rooms in this house.
I'm sure I can find another place to sleep.
- Very happily... - Bye. Yes, of course.
- Darling, stay... - Thank you.
Best of luck back in America.
Okay, big smile.
- It's a video, guys. - That's embarrassing.
- Oh, Tom. - No, but it's good.
Where is Cecelia?
- It always gets this... - Yeah.
I think I have a date tonight.
Oh my God!
Oh! You can double-date with me and Tom!
- I would love to. - Oh, great.
Anna, do you wanna make it a triple date tonight?
Uh, no.
No.
You still haven't spoken to him?
I mean, this is insane. You can't just go back to New York after everything.
He made it clear he didn't want me to stay.
He is in love with you and doesn't know what he's talking about.
Mmm.
Half-light, half-shadow Let my spirit sleep
They never learned to love Who never knew to weep
Tennyson.
Well, I've been listening. They don't give out degrees here for nothing.
Right. Time to start drinking. Who's in for Pimm's? Pimm's?
Sorry, can't. Uh, going to see Oxford United.
A football match?
It's a date. See you all later.
So, unicycle to the pub?
No. Come on, Tom. Come on, Anna!
Yay!
Hi.
- Hello, Laura. - Sorry.
A student asked me to set this book for them. Is that okay?
Yes, of course.
It reads differently now.
I realized that
I had it all wrong.
As you so politely tried to tell me that first night we went out,
that what Thoreau meant by living deliberately
wasn't planning everything, but...
but being definite about every small moment.
Because a succession of moments is really all we have.
And I want mine to be with you.
However many we have left.
You know Thoreau was basically having a mental breakdown when he wrote that?
I have learned that, yes.
Anna, I want this more than anything.
But this is madness.
I...
I fear that you'll regret it.
Well, I'm of the opinion that you should never regret the things you do.
You should only regret the things you don't do.
- Do you want me to sing? - Definitely.
You still owe me that Céline Dion.
Yeah.
Here we go again
Everything is fine
I guess we could pretend
We didn't cross a line
But ever since that day
Everything has changed
The way I write your name
The cursive letter A
Whenever it may be
That you go on your way
If you really wanna leave
I'll never make you stay
Whatever you decide
I will understand
And it will all be fine
Just go back to being friends
And love is a kaleidoscope
How it works I'll never know
And even all the change
Is somehow all the same
Turnin' to the left and right
Colors shinin' in your eye
And even upside down
It's beautiful somehow
- Every color of the rainbow... - Jamie.
- Don't be afraid to hold it close... - Jamie? Jamie!
- It's never just a shape alone... - Jamie! Jamie!
Jamie?
- Jamie! - Love is a
- Kaleidoscope - God damn it.
Oh my God.
Okay. Hey, hey. I'm right here.
I'm right here. I'm right here.
I'm right here.
Well, it's about bloody time!
I'm... I'm sorry, Ashvin. Uh...
How is he?
It's not the result we were hoping for.
He's fighting a critical case of pneumonia.
The cancer has severely weakened his immune system.
This would be a good time for us to discuss treatment moving forward.
No. That's up to Jamie.
I think he'd prefer to let nature take its course,
and, uh... and we should respect that.
Thank you.
Now that you've stayed, you have time to go on your grand tour.
We should go together.
First stop,
Amsterdam.
In the heart of the red-light district.
I'm not that kind of boy.
There's this church.
A hidden door leads you to a sanctuary.
It's so beautiful.
It would take your breath away.
And to Paris.
We'll get drunk by the Seine.
Beautiful, isn't it?
And Venice.
Spend a night on a gondola.
Thank you very much.
And we'd go to the Temple of Poseidon.
High up on a promontory.
And swim in the Aegean Sea.
And we would live deliberately.
Sucking out all the marrow of life.
No matter how messy it gets.
Poetry can be taught.
But, really, it should be lived.
Tried, tested, engaged with.
Let it in and
allow it to change your life.
So, as this is my first class...
I'd like to begin by offering you a bribe.
We've been through low
Been through sunshine Been through snow
All the colors of the weather
We've been through high
Every corner of the sky
And still we're holdin' on together
You got all my love
Whether it rains or pours
I'm all yours
You've got all my love
Whether it rains
It remains
You've got all my love
Until I die
Let me hold you if you cry
Be my one, two, three, forever
'Cause you got all my love
Whether it rains or pours
I'm all yours
You've got all my love
Whether it rains
It remains
You've got all my love
La-la, la-la, la, lay
Whether it rains or pours
I'm all yours
La-la, la-la, la, lay
That's all
All I can say