[Knock at door] Nick? It’s Mummy and Daddy, dear. Welcome to Casa de Nick. Your mother thought
she'd just pop over, and check the place out. Come on, let's go. What's wrong, Mum? Aww. Tears of joy... To see her son doing so well. Stop it! Be strong. No, I'm fine. Just overwhelmed at how... lovely your place is. Cool. Well, let me give
you the grand tour. This is the kitchen. This is the living room. This is the dining room. This is the master bedroom. So many rooms. And where’s the loo? Oh, dear God. No, Mum. That's just for the
leak in the ceiling. Loo’s through there. Of course. I'll just go and freshen up. Hold on. What are you doing? Well, I've only got one bulb, so I have to move it
from room to room. Never mind. Eugh. I'm fine. Cool, eh? You know, I’m thinking of
making a few improvements. Maybe taking out this wall. You do that one more time
and you’re a dead man. Good old Viv. It’s that sort of relationship. Anyone for tea? Oh, lovely. That would be nice.
No! Lovely... Oh, I've missed you. I've missed you. I don't believe it. My son is struggling to survive
in this desolate hellhole, and all you're going
to do is watch the telly. I’m not going to
watch it, Susan. I'm going to take it home. The telly’s not the only
thing that's coming home. No, no you don't. No way. No. For the first
time in his life, Nick is standing on
his own two feet. But he's standing
in excrement! [Knocking on door] Get down! Don’t make any noise. Hey, Harper. You owe me rent. I know you're in there. I saw the light, you lazy
son of a pig's nipple. For your information, that's the pig's nipple
you're referring to. And no one is allowed to
speak about my son that way, except me. I've earned it. Dad- It’s alright, Nick.
I'll handle this. And as far as a shameful
excuse for a flat goes, you're very lucky to get a
penny of his hard-earned money. But, Dad- Quiet, Nick. So, the next time you ask for rent,
I suggest you ask politely. Believe me, you don't want
me on your bad side. I'm a dentist. Oh, Ben. That was wonderful. Except the part about
the pig's nipple. There's no reason to
shout at Nick like that. Actually, he has.
I lost my job at the pub. I'm a week behind
on my rent, and I haven't eaten
for two days. Ohhh! Well, if there's
anything we can do. Come on, Susan, let's go.
Sounds like Nick's busy. So, are you gonna pay? No, he's coming
home with us. Cool, I'll just
get my things. No! Wait. Let's just think about
this because, look... What sort of lesson
would it be if we let Nick give up every time
life gets difficult? You know, I mean, if it means me having to pay a month's rent just to keep him here, that's a sacrifice
I'm willing to make. And 100 up front to
cover the damages. Cash. Yep, yep. Fine. Fine. Damages? This flat is a masterpiece. As a matter of fact,
when I get home, I'm gonna do up the
entire house just like it. Hurry up with
the money, dear. Cheque for the rent
will be in the post. Bye, dear. Love what you've
done with the place. Thanks, mate. Same time next month?