Who is it? It's me. Hurry up. It's freezing. Well, who are you? Iris, open the door, or I swear I'm gonna take
a leak all over your... You're not Iris. Or if you are,
I'm much drunker than I realized. I'm sorry
for my profanity. I wasn't expecting you. Well, I wasn't
expecting you either. Nevertheless,
may I just... Oh. Yeah. Of course. Sure.
You had to... Yeah. I'm Graham. Iris' brother. Oh. Brother. Well, I'm Amanda Woods.
I'm staying here. Amandawoods? Is that all one word? No. No, it's not. Brother? Oh, my God. So Iris is... Where is... Where is she? She didn't tell you? She could've done, but... As previously stated, I'm... I've just...
I've been on the... She's in Los Angeles. That's not possible. Iris never goes anywhere. Well, we have that
in common. She listed this cottage
on a home-exchange website and I found it. We switched houses
for two weeks. For the holiday. She's in L.A. at my house
and I'm here. People actually do that? Apparently. Yeah. I mean, it seems. Here I am in my pajamas. She did ring me last night.
I didn't get a chance to get back to her. Aw, I feel awful now. Would you mind if I sat?
I feel like I might bump into you. Sure. Yeah. Sit. You okay? Yeah, I'm good. Look, I'm sorry about the intrusion. -Oh...
-Although I may not appear it, I am in fact Iris' semi-respectable big brother. But on the rare, or lately not so rare occasion, that I frequent
the local pub and get inordinately pissed, my little sister puts me up, so I don't get behind
the wheel. Pathetic explanation, but unfortunately it's become
a bit of a routine. So how's it going so far? I mean, up until I showed up
and ruined your night. Well, it's... It's...
It's not going so great. Yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow
on a noon plane. Oh. When did you get here? About six hours ago. We've made a great impression
on you, haven't we? No, it's not that.
It's just that... You know, I'm not quite
myself right now. I came here
on a stupid whim. Honestly, I've never thought
about anything less. It's very unlike me. Would you like
something to drink? Glass of water? Tea? Wine, maybe? I think there's a bottle
of brandy. Fancy a glass? -Sure.
-Good. So... I'm sorry, I've totally
blanked and forgotten your name. Amanda. So, Amanda, you're not married,
are you? Why? Do I look
not married? No. It was just a backwards way
of asking if you were married. No, not at all. Don't know
what that means. I mean, no,
I'm not married. Me either. Here you go. -Cheers.
-Cheers. So is it horrible
if I stay? I'll be gone
before you even wake up. I promise you will never
lay eyes on me again. No, that's fine. -Sure.
-Thank you. Let me just get you a blanket. In the cupboard,
on top of the Scrabble. So why is it you aren't... quite yourself at the moment? Well, I... I just broke up with someone. Yesterday. -Ah.
-And... I guess what I was feeling was that I
didn't want to be alone over the holidays. And I thought that
if I was somewhere else that I wouldn't realize
that I was alone. But then I got here and I've
never felt more alone in my life. Big surprise. Bet you're glad
you knocked on this door. I am, actually. Yeah, well... Sorry and... Good night. Sweet dreams. Do you think
you could... Would you mind trying that again? Bad? Weird. Kissing a total stranger. Really? I do it all the time.
