Still Up

Well, I'm still just wide-awake. Must be the pressure.

I mean, what if I can't relax?

When I want to relax, I shut my eyes and imagine I'm in a nice, hot bath.

I hate baths. You just lie there in your own filth. Like a hippo.

That's why every time I have a bath, I always have a shower afterwards.

That's ridiculous.

That's just doubling the time it takes to wash.

Why not just have a shower?

Well, 'cause I like having a bath and sitting in my filth like a hippo.

No wonder there's no hot water for me left in the morning.

Well done for doing this.

No, I wanna do it.

- Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. - Yep.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

Okay.

I'll miss you.

- Course you will. 'Cause I'm amazing. - Mm-hmm.

Oh, also, you are paying for the next water bill.

- Fair enough. -

- Night night, Veg. - Have a good one.

- -

- Oh. Yep, sorry. - Come on, mate.

I haven't got all day.

Thanks.

- Hiya. - Hi.

- Um, Lisa Osgood. - Okay.

Can you fill this out, please?

Thank you.

- Your room's through here. - Thank you.

Can I get you something to drink?

I could murder a dry white wine.

I, uh-- I don't think--

Oh, no, I'm joking. Sorry, I'm fine. Thanks.

Thank you.

Oh. Okay, yeah, this is pretty--

Oh.

Okay, question. When you have a bath...

...do you have a shower afterwards?

No. That would double your washing time. That's mental.

Thank you. That is what I said. Sorry, I just wanted a second opinion.

Let's see your room. What's it like?

Uh, can you imagine Buzz Lightyear's coffin?

What are you talking about? No.

That was a bit random, wasn't it?

Honestly, though, you should think about doing one of these.

What? You don't even know if it works yet.

- Oh, wow. That's a good look for you. - Oh, thank you.

That's amazing. That's it right there.

I mean, at this point I'll try anything.

Think Veggie's really starting to worry about me.

Yesterday he caught me putting one of Poppy's toys on the cooker.

You what?

Admittedly, it was a toy kettle,

but I just c-- I can't go on without sleep, can I?

What do you hope to get out of it? Do you think they're gonna cure you?

God, I hope so.

And with any luck, they'll be able to do something

about my restless leg syndrome.

- Your restless what? - It's just really weird.

Anytime I try and sleep, it's like my legs wanna get up.

You and your legs share the same brain?

Yeah, you know, I'm not so sure that's true anymore, Danny.

- It's the truth. -

What was that?

That would be Daisy.

Mmm, who's Daisy?

- That's Daisy. -

Where did that come from?

Right, well, earlier, I got a knock on the door from Adam.

All right, dude?

Don't suppose you could do me a big favor and look after Daisy?

Uh, who's Daisy?

What? Um-- Daisy, meet Danny.

I'm looking after her while Mrs. Jackson's in hospital.

Her angina's flared up again. But I've just been called in.

Fire at the chemical plant.

Now, Daisy is very low-maintenance.

Although, she is working through a few issues. You know, emotionally.

What kind of issues?

Well, her therapist says that it is clinical depression.

- Brought on by her inferiority complex. - Sorry, did you say it's got a therapist?

Daisy doesn't like loud noises, bright lights or big surprises.

And she really doesn't like being criticized. Makes her spiral.

I just thought, you know, with all your problems,

you'd both get on like a house on fire.

And if she does get really stressed, then Mr. Poppet will calm her down.

And being the great neighbor that I am, I said...

No. It's a no. Thank you.

It's a yes. Come on.

- Aw, it's a little dog. - Little?

I could put a saddle on it and ride it into town.

- Look at it. It's got biceps. -

Worst thing is, it doesn't like being left alone.

- Aw. - Tried to use the toilet, right?

And it bust the door open to get in. I thought it was the SAS.

Hmm. Well, maybe it was just desperate to use the loo.

See, it won't leave me alone.

- What do you want from me? - Ooh, she likes you, Danny.

You should be happy about it.

A female who's into you. It doesn't happen that often.

- That's harsh. - Sorry.

On that subject, actually. I'm thinking of contacting Amy.

In your honest opinion, how long do you have to wait to text a girl

- if you recently cut off their finger? - Ah, I mean, I'd say 500 years.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

That's such a shame.

- She was great. I really liked her. - Yeah.

She was really funny.

Really funny, yeah. Really, really funny.

- I remember that. - She was so funny.

Look, um, I actually can't keep talking right now,

'cause I have to try and sleep, okay?

Yeah, same. I should probably get going.

Oh, yeah? What are you up to?

I got a-- I got a job interview to prepare for.

- With who? - The Rolling Stone magazine.

No. Stop it. Oh, my God. Danny, that's amazing.

Why didn't you say anything?

Well, 'cause I didn't wanna jinx it.

It's just an interview, so I don't wanna get ahead of myself.

Only an interview? No, it's brilliant. Trust me. You are so gonna get that.

Ah. No, no, no. You've done it. No, you've said it.

- You've jinxed me. - Wha-- N-- No.

- Oh. Well done. -

Where have you gone?

Lisa. I'm Dr. Stafford. You've met Kat.

Hello.

So, I'm just going to explain a little bit about what happens here.

Uh, we're going to monitor you with these--

Uh, polysomnographic magnets?

You've done some research, I see.

These assist us in assessing

and studying your sleep patterns,

and your cognitive behavior. We use the results to--

Help formulate a strategy to treat my sleep disorder

and my night routine.

Looks like we have an expert here, Kat.

That won't get irritating at all.

I just need you to press "agree."

Ooh. Oh, sorry. I've lost the page.

- Sorry. - Don't worry.

Let me just, um-- Let me just try and f--

Oh, I like your shoes.

Ooh. Thank you. Kat here thinks they're a bit too in-your-face.

I-- I didn't mean it to come out like that.

Right. Whilst we're waiting for Kat.

Do you have with you any stimulants, like caffeinated drinks,

or gadgets and devices? A laptop, tablet or phone?

- Good. - No.

Now, have you been to the toilet?

Oh, yeah, I did go, um, but nothing came out.

Will that affect my diagnosis?

That's not a problem. If you need to go in the night, you can.

Just remember to switch off your mic. It's that little button there.

- Oh. - Ooh. Found it.

Alert the press. Inform the king.

Just press there.

So, it's half past 11:00. The lights will be going out shortly.

Please attempt to sleep.

- Good night. - Night night.

- I do really like your shoes. - Too little too late, Kat.

- -

Why do you have to make my life so hard? It's just a cat. Oi.

Come up here. Come up here. Up again.

Stay. Watch.

Let me just-- And then I can--

- -

Oi. Oi. Listen to me. Stay. Stay there. I'm getting Mr. Poppet.

Daisy, what's this? Look what I--

What the--

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, what have you done?

Oh, my God. What have you done? You f-- You giant... ...hairy anus.

Daisy, come back. I'm sorry. I take it back. I take it back.

- I take "anus" back. -

Hello?

She's destroyed it all.

What?

All my interview prep. And the interview is in four hours. LA time.

Oh, my God.

- That's awful. - Oh, yeah.

Big time. All of it's gone. Prep, gone. Ideas, gone.

All of it's gone. I had full pages on Bowie and Prince ,

The Hologram Superband . I had Cremated To Creedence,

The Ultimate Send-Off . It's all gone. She's deleted it all.

And she's deleted it in a way that makes it somehow irretrievable.

How's that possible?

Do you think she's some kind of evil genius?

- Wait, are we talking about the dog here? - Yeah, and she's playing silly billies.

She turned my laptop's language into Spanish.

- What? - Yeah.

I looked up "troubleshooting" in Spanish, which was fine,

but now I'm having to use the troubleshooting page

for troubleshooting in the wrong language. It's all a bit too much.

- - It's getting the better of me.

I'm sorry. I know you're supposed to be sleeping,

but you're the only person I can call.

No, it's fine. It's fine. Everything's fine.

Look, just, um... ...breathe, okay?

- Just make sure-- Are you breathing? -