02x12 - Death: The High Cost of Living

[bunniefuu]

[rousing string music playing]

-[man] Dear Sylvie.
-[typing]

By the time you read this,

I'll be dead.

...be gone.

I know.

You said we shouldn't
talk for a while, but...

I didn't want you to think my death
had anything to do with you or us.

The truth is, the planet is
dying, democracy is dead,

and the human race is next.

But not before we inflict as
much damage on the planet,

and on each other,
as we possibly can.

[door squeaks open]

[excited chatter]

Hiya!

-[woman 1] Hiya!
-[woman 2 giggles]

You're not at the office.

Neither are you.

Yeah, well, I'm playing truant
today. Amelia's helping me.

-But if you're working, Sexton, we can go.
-No. Or... you on your way out?

To work in that café where
you sometimes work? Hmm?

Yes. Yes, I was on my way out.

Uh... just one
last email to send.

Ooh, I read your
piece in The Guardian.

The one about the
climate crisis?

-They're all about the climate crisis.
-I found it very hopeful.

-You did?
-You did?

Well, um... we'll
leave you to work,

but you're coming out
with us tonight, yeah?

-Actually...
-Is that tonight?

-[sighs] You promised.
-[woman 1] Don't you want a night in?

[Amelia] That's all we have.
Do you not like my friends?

[woman 1] Not as
much as I like you.

Oh my God. I already told
Jackie that we're coming.

-You, me, and Sexton.
-Jackie will understand.

I'm not gonna cancel on her.

-[woman 1] Can you blame me?
-[Amelia] You're obsessed, man.

[woman 1] Yeah,
whose fault is that?

[Amelia] It can't just be
the two of us all the time.

[woman 1] It's not
just the two of us...

[introspective music playing]

Hi, Sylvie.

Hiya, Sylvie. [sighs]

Hi, Sylvie.

It's me. Um...

I know that you said that we
shouldn't talk for a while.

But, uh, I needed you to know
that what I'm about to do...

has got nothing to do with you.

[phone beeps]

[Sexton] Oh wow.

Now, who would throw you away?

[sighs]

[exhales]

[sighs]

[gentle music playing]

[gentle music ends abruptly]

[Sexton groans]

[quietly] f*ck.

[inhales sharply]

[Death] Hello?

Is someone there?

Yeah?

Hello?

-Are you all right?
-Yeah.

I just can't seem to move.

Oh, yeah, I see the problem.

Do you think you could maybe...

Oh, I don't know.

I've never moved a
refrigerator before.

Maybe.

-Just give it a good...
-[grunts]

[strains] Right.

[groaning]

Ooh, look at that.

Didn't expect to be
doing that today.

Here.

-Thanks.
-Oh, no!

Sorry. Sorry, I forgot
it's my day off.

[grunts]

[strains]

There you go.

-Ooh.
-[grunts]

[Death] You good?

Wow. What were you
doing down there?

Nothing. Uh, I fell.

-Oh.
-Uh...

-Oh. Looking for these?
-Oh, yeah. They're...

-Uh, they're... for my allergies.
-Oh.

Oh. You're bleeding.

-Oh.
-Oh, no. You better come back to my place.

What?

I'm only a few minutes away.

I've got plasters for that arm. And
I might even fix your jacket for you.

But after that,
you're on your own.

Come on.

[phone clatters]

[sighs]

[Death] Ah! I can't get
over this beautiful day.

Listen. Do you hear that?

[engines revving in distance]

I hear...

-Traffic?
-Yes, that's what it is.

[Sexton] You enjoy
the sound of traffic?

Well, isn't that why
people live in London?

[chuckles]

-Was that your rubbish back there?
-What?

-Were you fly-tipping?
-No. What?

That's ill*gal. I
would never do that.

Then what were you doing?

If you don't mind my asking.

Thinking, I suppose.

What about?

About how we've taken
a perfectly good planet

and turned it into a place
to put all of our rubbish.

I don't know. I quite like it.

This is me.

Come on, we'll get you sorted.

[Sexton] This is
very nice of you.

Well, it's no harder to be nice
to people than it is to be awful.

And it's much more fun.

Wow. Thank you.

[Death] That looks much better.

Have you met the goldfish?

[Sexton] Oh.

[Death] The big orange
one, that's Slim,

and the little yellow one,
he's called Wandsworth.

I would introduce you, but you
haven't told me who you are yet.

Sorry. Sexton Furnival.

I blame my parents.

I like it.

Sexton Furnival.

And you are?

I am...

very good at sewing.

-There you go.
-Yeah, you are.

Thank you. Hm.

Is that what you do? Are
you in the fashion industry?

No.

Then what do you do?

I...

rescue journalists
from ill*gal fly tips.

[kettle whistling]

Three sugars?

Yeah. How... How did you
know I'm a journalist?

How many Sexton Furnivals do you
think there are in the world?

You read my column?

When I have time off.

Time off from what?

Look, I'd tell you, but
you won't believe me.

Why not?

Because...

[sighs]

I'm Death.

[inhales sharply]

You're Death.

Yeah.

[quietly] Okay.

But you have nothing to worry about
because... today's my day off.

Oh.

Death has a day off?

Just one. Every hundred years.

Just to see what it's
like to be human.

Mm. Death lives in Shoreditch?

No. No, this place is just the universe's
way of making me feel comfortable.

Technically, right now
I'm only a few hours old.

Of course.

I should probably...

go.

Thank you for the
jacket and the tea.

[clears throat] And everything.

Of course.

Well, I'll see you again.

You will?

Sooner or later, I see everyone.

[light, enigmatic music playing]

Right. Okay, bye.

Okay. Bye.

[takes a deep breath]

[groans]

[bottle smashes]

-[tense music playing]
-Hello, me bonny boy.

You were with her, weren't
you? I can smell it on you.

-Upsy-daisy.
-I think there's been a misunderstanding.

In my experience, broken
bottles are sharp enough

to make your face a lot
less bonny, bonny boy.

All right, look, if...
if it's money you need...

Button your lip
and shut your face.

You're going back inside,
you're gonna knock on her door,

you're going to
tell her it's you.

-Aren't you?
-[gasps]

[knocking on door]

Hello? It's... It's
Sexton. Furnival?

[Death] Sexton!

You're back.

I didn't expect to
see you so soon.

Oh, it's you.

That's right. It's me.

Get in, bonny boy.

[groans]

-Leave Sexton out of this, Mad Hettie.
-I'm not leaving him out of this.

He's me bargaining thing, isn't
he? And I've got a job for you.

Fine. What's the job?

Take a seat, bonny boy.

I want you to find
me soul for me.

Your soul?

Any idea where you lost it?

I didn't lose it.

I put the little bugger
somewhere safe as houses, I did.

Somewhere no one would find it.

Especially not you.

If you hide your soul
from Death, you never die.

Well, she can't take it if
she can't find it, can she?

Let me get this straight.

You've hidden your soul from me, and now
you want me to go and find it for you?

Will you?

[spare, aching music playing]

I've tried ever so hard.

I can't do it on me own.

[sighs] Do you have any
idea where you've hidden it?

[Mad Hettie] Hmm.

Mayhap I placed it in a
duck egg, inside a duck,

inside a well,

in a castle on an island,
surrounded by a lake of fire,

guarded by a hundred dragons,

each larger and more
ferocious than the last.

[exhales slowly]

And maybe you didn't.

[sighs] It's been
a long time, love.

And, um... sometimes me
mind goes a bit doolally.

Fine.

-I'll keep an eye out for you.
-[gasps]

Help yourself to whatever's in the fridge.
There's tea and biscuits in the cupboard.

Thanks, love.

-[sighs]
-[aching music fades]

-Aren't you gonna call the police?
-Why?

Because there's a homicidal
madwoman in your flat.

You'd be mad too if
you'd lost your soul.

Ah, do you want anything? I've been
so busy today, I forgot to eat.

-[gasps] Yum. Um...
-No, thank you.

Hello. Uh, one, please.

-Uh, chicken, lamb, or veg?
-Veg.

And what would you like on it?

Uh, whatever you've
got. The chef's choice.

[vendor] All right. One veggie
flatbread with the works.

There was this Zen monk, right?

And he orders one of these.
Do you know what he says?

-"Make me one with everything"?
-[chuckles] You've heard that one, eh?

Oh, I hadn't.

Oh, that looks delicious.
What do I owe you?

Uh, nothing. Keep your money.

What? No.

A beautiful woman with
a healthy appetite.

You make me feel glad to
be alive. You enjoy that.

This might be the best
thing I've ever tasted.

-Sexton, you've gotta try it.
-No, thank you.

Hey, try it. Mm!

I think enough time has passed
now that I'm allowed to go home.

What do you mean?

My flatmate and her girlfriend
asked me to leave so they could...

Have sex?

Aw, that's sweet of you.

Though I've no idea how
long that's gonna take.

-How long have they been together?
-Three weeks-ish.

Oh, you might be out a while.

-Oh! Taxi!
-[Sexton] What are you doing?

I have an entire list of things I
want to get done while I'm here.

-Like what?
-Mm.

Like go to the opera or BFI.

Oh, I want to get a chai
in the queue at Dishoom.

And then a party. Then
maybe an after-party.

Ooh! And then I want to get a
full English at the Regency Café.

Oh, and I promised Mad
Hettie I'd find her soul.

How's that sound?

Like too much for one
week, let alone one night.

Challenge accepted!

Let's go!

No!

-Why not?
-Because... I don't know you.

And if you don't get in
this cab, you never will.

Where to, love?

Sexton, where would
you like to go?

Home.

[driver] And where's home?

He can't go home. His
roommates are having sex there.

-Nice.
-Yeah.

Well, anywhere else
you want to go?

I've... no idea.

That's the human
condition, isn't it?

-Where would you like to take us?
-Me?

Yeah. First place that
pops into your mind.

Well, I always like a bit of greenery.
Do you fancy a drive through the park?

That sounds perfect.

Hop in.

But what about the
opera? And Dishoom?

We'll get there.

As my older brother would say,
certain destinations are inevitable.

After you.

[Soifi Tukker's "Perfect
Someone" playing]

[sighs]

♪ Right when I
laid eyes on you ♪

♪ I thought to myself ♪

♪ Oh, could it be ♪

♪ Someone that's
made just for me... ♪

Can I ask you a question?

Is it personal?

Very.

[driver] Good. Yeah, go on. Ask.

What is it you think
makes life worth living?

Well... [sighs]

My sister, Maggie,
she thinks it's men.

[scoffs] For me,

it's at the end of my night shift,
when the sun's just coming up,

and I've got London
all to myself.

And just for a moment, everything,
everything feels possible.

Yeah.

-[Death] I love that.
-[driver] Hmm.

What about you, Sexton?

What makes life worth living?

That moment when your flatmate stops
having sex and you get to go home.

-I asked you a serious question.
-I gave you a serious answer.

-[clicks tongue]
-[driver] You two deserve a night out.

Oh, now, that sounds
like wisdom to me.

What did you have in mind?

Mm, the Undercut Club's
just down the road.

[Death] The Undercut
Club. Have you been?

[driver] No, never
had the pleasure.

You're better off, believe me.

Have you been?

My ex used to drag me
there for '80s Nights.

And Noughties Nights.

But never '90s Nights? Hmm.

Is it fun?

-If you like that sort of thing.
-What, if you like fun?

If you like crowds and overpriced
drinks and drugged-up wannabe cyberpunks

who look like they've
escaped from a bad movie.

Okay. You're actually
making me want to go now.

[driver] You sold
it to me. I'd go.

Would you like to?

I'd love to, but
I'm on the clock.

So, I'd better drop
you two there, yeah?

Yes, please.

[excited chatter]

What do I owe you?

Nothing. It's a gift.

Really?

Thank you.

-Say thank you, Sexton.
-[Sexton] Yeah.

Erm, thank you, but...

Is there a problem?

Well, London taxi drivers don't
generally give people free rides

through the park at rush hour.

Yeah, I know.

But there's something
about her. I like her.

But if you're so bothered,
that'll be 60 quid.

[Sexton inhales sharply]

[scoffs]

-Well...
-Thanks, luv.

[club music thumping]

You have a knack for never
having to pay for anything.

What's it like to live for free?

Nobody lives free, Sexton.

Especially not me.

Now, I have 20 pounds and, ooh, two pence.
Think that's enough to get us in the club?

It'll get you in. I'm not going.

Why not? You scared
you're gonna see Sylvie?

-Sylvie?
-Your ex.

How did you know
she's called Sylvie?

Because I know everyone.

That's my job, remember?

What I don't know is why
you won't come in with me.

[sighs] 'Cause this
is not my idea of fun.

-These are not my people.
-[woman] Sexton!

[laughs]

What are you doing here?

I thought you were having
privacy with Amelia.

Oh, we had a row
instead. I messaged you.

-My phone died.
-What was the row about?

Sorry, are you with Sexton?

-Yeah.
-No.

-I'm, um...
-Didi.

Billie, this is Didi. Didi, this
is, uh, my flatmate, Billie.

Pleasure. So, how
did you two meet?

Stop smiling. It's
not like that.

-I found him on a fly-tip.
-That does sound more like him.

What was the row
about with Amelia?

Ugh, sex. My girlfriend basically
accused me of being a sex addict.

-Are you?
-What?

She says I just want to spend
all my time alone with her,

and I don't want to hang
out with her friends.

They're all inside
waiting for me.

She'll be so happy you're here.

-She might even forgive me.
-I'm not staying.

He's scared he's
gonna see Sylvie.

He's dying to see Sylvie.

No, I'm not!

[chuckles]

Is she here?

Only one way to find out. Ah!

And Amelia knows the guy on the
door, so we can get in free.

-[gasps]
-Oh. For free? You hear that?

[sighs]

Come on, Sexton.
It's my lucky day.

And yours.

[sighs]

[intense electronic
music playing]

[crowd cheering]

Hey. I'm here.

And look who I brought.

-Sexton, you came!
-[Sexton] Hey.

[Amelia] Hey.

See? Isn't this nice?

-Us on a night out together.
-[chuckles]

Oh. This is Sexton's
friend Didi.

This is Amelia.
And that's Jackie.

Wow. You both look stunning.

Wow. Those gloves are amazing.

Thank you. They're vintage.

Ah. Sexton, you collect
vintage stuff, don't you?

Oh, really? What do you collect?

Oh, paperbacks. Typewriters.

-Toys.
-Toys?

Rocket ships. Race cars.

The toy collection
is a modest one.

That's a shame.

Right, we need drinks.

Uh, first round's on me.

-I'll come with you.
-No, you stay. I'll go.

[club music intensifies]

Sexton looks miserable.

Sexton is miserable.

And I can't even say
it's Sylvie's fault.

Sexton has a rather dark view
of the world at the moment.

Which is not entirely unjustified,
given the world at the moment.

And which a lot of people share.

But you don't.

Oh, I did.

But then I met Amelia.

I'm not saying she's
the answer or anything.

She's just a person.

But...

sometimes a person
is all it takes

to make you feel better
about it all, you know?

[chuckles softly]

I think people are wonderful.

There's nothing like them.

-[Jackie] Are you looking for someone?
-Oh, is Sylvie here?

Where?

-No, I... I was just asking. Sorry.
-Oh.

Who's Sylvie?

-Sexton's ex.
-A friend.

Well, if you've managed to
stay friends with your ex,

that says a lot
about both of you.

I'm not sure she'd
consider me a friend.

Oh, why? Did you
break up with her?

No.

Oh, uh... I'm sorry.

-Erm, I'm gonna go help with the drinks.
-Mm.

We'll... meet you there.

Well, I'm glad you came.

And sorry about earlier. Billie
had no right to ask you to leave.

She had every right. She
wanted to be alone with you.

[scoffs]

Yeah. All she wants
to do is shag, man.

Amelia, I've known
Billie since uni.

She's never been interested
in sex ever until she met you.

-Did she tell you to say that?
-She'd k*ll me for saying that.

You cannot tell her.

Oh, I got you a gin and
tonic. I hope that's okay.

-I thought we were fighting.
-Mm-mm. Sexton sorted me out, innit?

-[Billie] Uh-huh?
-Mm-hmm.

-How much do I owe you for drinks?
-Drinks are on the house.

Ah.

Ah.

That's very kind of you.

Any friend of Sexton's.

Hello, Theo.

[Theo] Sexton.

-And you are?
-This is my friend... Didi.

Theo is the... manager here?

House DJ, club promoter, and
your host for the evening.

Theo is friends with Sylvie.

Got it. Thank you, Theo.

[Billie] Yeah, thanks, Theo.

Thanks.

[Theo] Sexton,

your friend Didi, how
long have you known her?

I just met her a few hours ago.

You brought a girl to a club that
you met just a few hours ago?

That doesn't sound
like you, Sexton.

You don't know me, Theo.

Ah. Just what Sylvie told me.

Nothing bad, don't worry. Just, you know,
she likes to have fun and you don't.

Not your kind of fun, no.

I don't do any of that sh*t.

Really?

So you just make money
encouraging other people to do it.

[chuckles] Well, Sylvie will be very
happy to hear that you've met someone.

Uh, no. No... no, Didi
and I are not together...

Well, in that case...

What about your girlfriend?

What about Natalie?

-You two still...
-Yeah. But Natalie does her thing.

I do mine.

Maybe that's why
we're still together.

[energetic dance music playing]

I love this place. Well done.

You all right?

Sorry, I, um...

I was just admiring your ankh.

Egyptian, right?

Symbol of death.

The opposite, actually.

-Immortality.
-Right.

'Cause the pharaohs all wanted
to live forever, didn't they?

Some of them did. Some
of them knew better.

Immortality's not all
it's cracked up to be.

I don't know about that.

If you knew you were gonna live
forever, you could do whatever you want.

You wouldn't have to
be afraid of anything.

Anyone.

You don't need immortality
for that, though, do you?

Did Sexton tell you this used
to be a department store?

-[Death] The club?
-Yeah. [laughs]

-Bed linens. Garden furniture. Kids' toys.
-[chuckles]

[chuckles] All still upstairs.

We use it for private parties.

I could give you a
tour, if you like.

Yeah. Maybe later, sure.

Do you want to dance?

I'd love to, but... I
came with Sexton, so...

Oh, Sexton doesn't dance.

At least, not
according to Sylvie.

Shall we?

[Theo] Mm.

Let's go!

[crowd cheering]

What is wrong with you?

She likes you.

She likes everyone.

I can't work out whether
she's being serious or not,

but she told me...

["Happiness Happening"
by Lost Witness playing]

She thinks she's Death.

What?

She thinks she's the living
incarnation of Death.

She told you that?

Oh, she'll tell you, if you ask
her. She's not shy about it.

[crowd cheering]

[Billie] Maybe I will.

Someone needs to
save her from Theo.

-Come dance with us.
-[Sexton] No.

According to Sylvie,
I don't dance.

So prove her wrong.

-Hey!
-[gasps, giggles]

[euphoric trance music building]

♪ This is happiness happening ♪

♪ Everything will be perfect ♪

♪ Everything will be perfect ♪

♪ Tonight and forever ♪

[Jackie] Are you
not a joiner, then?

No, I've never been
very good at that.

Takes practice.

[Sexton sighs]

I think I must be
doing it wrong.

Everyone here seems
to not notice or care

that the world is ending.

Or maybe that's
why they're here.

It just makes me want
to give up. [sighs]

You don't mean that.

Yeah, you're probably
right. [chuckles]

[sighs]

May I offer another perspective?

Are you gonna try
and cheer me up?

I would never. The
exact opposite.

-Then by all means.
-[chuckles]

So, I had this friend

who was abused

by her father and a few
of her father's friends.

-Jesus.
-Yeah.

Their family fiction was that
she loved hunting and fishing,

which is why he
would take her away

on these weekend trips
with all his friends.

He was a posh barrister,

and one of the other men
was a police inspector.

There was no one she could tell.

So one day she got one of
her father's hunting knives,

locked herself in the toilet,

and started to cut.

[Sexton inhales sharply]

I know. I'm sorry.

I'm only telling you this because...
when she woke up in the hospital,

even with bandages all
the way down her arms,

and her father just sitting
there, terrified she would talk,

she was still glad to be alive.

So, according to Theo, this place
used to be a department store.

He's invited us on a tour.

He's invited us... or you?

Me. But I'm inviting you.

[Sexton] He's got a girlfriend,
you know? She's called Natalie.

-You two go. I've got dancing to do.
-[sighs]

Come on, Theo's waiting.

Theo is not a good guy.

Oh, Sexton, do you really believe
that there are good people

and not good people
in this world?

I'm a reporter. I know
for a fact that there are.

-And I've heard things about Theo.
-Really? Such as?

Ready for the tour?

Yeah. You don't mind if
Sexton comes too, do you?

[inhales sharply] Not at all.

-[keys jangle]
-This way.

[lock clicks]

[door squeaks]

Well, this looks
like a storeroom.

Uh, so this is where you
host private parties?

Well, we're having
one right now.

-Ow!
-Theo! Give it back!

Get back.

It's not a weapon.
It's a symbol.

It's a sigil. Your sigil.

[tense music playing]

From now on, I decide
who lives and dies.

It doesn't work like that, Theo.

You better hope it does.

Theo! Hey! Hey! Theo!

Theo, let us out of here! Theo!

-Somebody help!
-[Death] They can't hear you, Sexton.

[intriguing rhythmic
music playing]

Did you tell him you're Death?

I didn't have to.

He summoned me here.

Has the whole world gone mad?

[sighs]

I'm so sorry, Sexton.

It's not your fault.

It is.

You warned me,
but... I got c*ck.

I just thought it doesn't matter
if something happens to me.

That's what today's for.

I didn't think I'd be
hurting other people too.

You haven't hurt anyone.

[sighs]

What about Mad Hettie? At this
point, we'll never find her soul.

But I thought you were
just humouring her.

No, of course not.

She's counting on me.

And I only have
a few hours left.

Until what?

Until my one day every


Ah, here we go.

It won't get the door open,
but it'll open Theo's skull.

Sexton, put that down.

You could hurt him.

You sure you're Death?

It doesn't mean I go
around k*lling people.

Doesn't it?

No.

There is such a
thing as free will.

People make choices.

People don't choose to die.

Normally.

There's w*r. There's... famine.

Disease.

I'm not saying it's not
painful to be alive.

But...

it's not always painful.

Is it?

No.

In fact, sometimes it's
so nice that you forget

that there's
suffering everywhere.

All the time.

People with nothing,
struggling to survive,

to keep their families alive.

[sighs] It never stops.

No matter what I
say or do or write.

No matter how hard I try to make
a difference, I don't. I can't.

Which leads me to "why bother?"

Which... leads me to
"what's the point?"

I keep having to remember that
you've only ever been human.

So you don't know what it's like

not to be able to
feel these things.

What it's like not
to have free will.

You don't have free will?

My siblings and I
have our duties.

And we perform them.

[soft, delicate music playing]

Except... for one day

every 100 years.

When Death takes a holiday?

And spends it locked
in a storeroom.

Well... that's my fault for
making plans in the first place.

For having these expectations.

Which makes it impossible

to just enjoy what the day
actually turns out to be.

You'd think I would've
learnt my lesson by now.

What?

Marbles.

When Theo comes back,
he'll slip on these,

he'll fall, non-fatally,
and we'll get away.

Are you trying to save your
life with those? Or mine?

Ideally... both.

What a difference a day makes.

What do you mean?

The sleeping pills.

In your pocket.

I'm not judging you.

There is such
thing as free will.

And... today you want to live?

[door clangs]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Theo] What the
f*ck are you doing?

Were those meant for me?

[Sexton breathing shakily]

Where's my ankh?

At the bottom of the Thames.
It doesn't f*cking work.

Not the way you wanted it to.

Well, doesn't matter.

'Cause I've got you.

-And you're coming with me.
-Theo, she's not Death.

I've told him. He
doesn't believe me.

Even if she was, you don't need
her. You've got the power to k*ll.

-It's in your hands.
-I don't want her to k*ll anyone.

I want her to
bring someone back.

[gently] Natalie.

Will you bring her back for me?

-I can't.
-She was...

It was my fault she died.

No... it wasn't.

Natalie overindulged one night.

Theo, you did everything you
could to try to save her.

Including summoning me.

No one's going to believe
that, though, are they?

They're gonna think I k*lled
her, and why wouldn't they?

I'm gonna spend the rest
of my life in prison.

-Unless...
-[Sexton] Theo.

-Will you take me like you took her?
-No, Theo, listen...

Theo, put the g*n down.

Shut the f*ck up. You
think I k*lled her too.

No. I don't, I swear.
Theo, put the g*n down...

Sexton, just stay back!

[loud thud]

[exhales sharply]

-[groans]
-[Death] Theo.

He's hit his head.

Get help.

Call an ambulance.

Please bring her back to me.

Once they're gone,
it's too late.

Are you taking me now?

Not today.

Today's my day off.

[melancholic piano
music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Sexton] Okay,
thank you. Thanks.

They said he's gonna be okay,

but he might have a concussion,
so they'll keep him overnight.

I thought maybe we could
go and see him tomorrow.

I won't be here.

Right.

Death only gets one day off.

Well, it wasn't the
day I wanted, but...

it's probably the day I needed.

[sighs ruefully]

And there's the proof.

-You like it?
-It's perfect.

How much is it?

For you?

Ah, just give it to her. We
all know you're going to.

For you?

Thirty quid?

Thirty quid.

Is it real silver?

[chuckles] For 30 quid, love,
you're lucky it's real metal.

Well, how much for that?

How much you got?

Twenty pounds and... two pence.

I'll take the pounds.
You keep the pence.

Thank you.

I had a really good time today.

You enjoyed being held
c*ptive at gunpoint?

No.

But it was part of
the whole thing...

and I wanted the whole thing.

Speaking of which...

For you.

It's all I've got left.

You never know when
they'll come in handy.

-Mm.
-[chuckles]

Oh. And, uh...

this is for Mad Hettie.

[chuckles softly]

Thank you.

[Sexton] Mm.

[Death sighs sadly]

I've had a lovely day.

[wistful piano music rises]

[sighs deeply]

[Death] It just goes so fast.

You want to hang
on to every second.

And you'd give anything
for just one more.

[heart beating]

[exhales sharply]

[heartbeat rushing]

[breathing shakily]

[heartbeat halts]

[softly] Please.

[exhales]

[Sexton, echoing] Didi!

[mournful instrumental
music playing]

[Sexton panting]

Didi!

Didi!

She's dead, love. She's gone.

You can't bring her back now.

[crow caws]

Did she give you the tuppence?

Give 'em here.

That's the cost of life.

Poor love.

She only gets a day
every hundred years.

Doesn't ever get any easier.

Did she give you anything
else before she died?

Uh... [sighs]

[chuckles softly]

There you are. [kisses]

Oh.

I knew she'd find her.

[laughs]

Me soul.

This was Cordelia.

Me baby.

I wasn't Mad Hettie
back then, of course.

They called me Henrietta.

And I lived in a fine house.

Long time ago now.

All gone.

I suppose I'd better
hide you again.

If she'd stuck around,

I could have asked her where to put it
where no one would think of looking.

[sighs]

But give her time, bonny boy.

Another 100 years,
and she'll be back.

[sniffles]

[gentle music subsides]

[Sexton] A few minutes later, the
paramedics came and... took her away.

They thought it might have
been a heart attack, but, uh...

What if she really was Death?

Wouldn't that be nice
if Death was someone,

and not just pain and emptiness?

Someone friendly,

genuinely likes
people, and is...

kind and... funny.

[intercom buzzes]

No idea.

[rousing string music playing]

[Billie] Hi.

[Amelia] We were out, and
we thought we'd stop by.

-[Jackie] Is Sexton all right?
-See for yourself.

Um, we were worried,

and Billie said you didn't
make it home last night.

I just wanted to make sure
you were okay after our chat.

Yeah. I'm sorry we
didn't get a chance to...

Oh, no, no, no. It's fine.

Uh, there were so many people.

Uh, well, I'm sure
you're working.

No, I...

Do you want a cup of tea?

Yeah. Yeah, if you have time.

Milk and sugar?

Three sugars.

[both chuckle]

[uplifting music fades]

[Death] So that was it?

[serene instrumental
music playing]

[inhales sharply]

Yeah.

[Death] How was it?

[content sigh]

[sighs]

It was wonderful.

It was filled with people.

I got to breathe
and eat and dance.

I only wish it didn't
have to end like that.

It always ends.

That's what gives it value.

When you get to be
alive even for a day...

Well, there's really only
one way to stop living.

I suppose so.

Was it worth it?

[sighs]

I wish it could have
gone on forever.

Take my hand.

[wings beating]

["Perfect Someone" playing]

♪ Right when I
laid eyes on you ♪

♪ I thought to myself ♪

♪ Oh, could it be ♪

♪ Someone that's
made just for me? ♪

♪ Oh, I can't make this up ♪

♪ What if I f*ck it up? ♪

♪ Well, then I'm wrong ♪

♪ You're not the perfect
someone Made for me ♪

♪ Right when I
laid eyes on you ♪

♪ I thought to myself ♪

♪ Oh, could it be ♪

♪ Someone that's
made just for me? ♪

♪ Oh, I can't make this up ♪

♪ What if I f*ck it up? ♪

[jazzy instrumental
line picking up]

[jazzy tune ends]