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[To the sounds of an old fashioned pop tune, we are shown a quick exterior of a decidedly posh apartment block before quickly switching to an interior shot of a couple unpacking a bag of groceries in a kitchen. The couple are Viktor and Yuuri, the remaining couple to host the competition. The kitchen is all sleek chrome, granite, and steel. Viktor hands over a bag of beets, stealing a kiss from Yuuri. Yuuri blushes, eyes darting towards the camera, before he tries to hide in his task of organizing the rainbow of produce spread across their counter. A small smile is still caught spreading across his face.]
Narrator: It’s night three and tonight’s hosts are Viktor and Yuuri, our international retirees.
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[Viktor and Yuuri are now standing with their backs to the large granite island in their kitchen. Their arms are threaded around each other’s waists.]
Viktor: Tonight is going to be a celebration of love! Our menu has been specifically chosen to share the story of our love with our guests.
[Yuuri gives Viktor an indulgent smile before turning to the camera]
Yuuri: [shrugs and smiles in a slightly apologetic manner] I just wanted to do something that wouldn’t put us in last place.
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[John and Sharon, the oldest couple of the week, are sitting on a bench, with a blooming hydrangea behind them. John is looking a little pale and drawn after two nights of dinner parties (including their own disastrous evening), but Sharon has what appears to be a glass of Prosecco in one hand and is looking very animated.]
Sharon to John: Do you think they’ll try to serve us raw fish?
[John’s face takes on a concerned look.]
John: I hope not! I can’t be doing with anything too foreign.
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[Jamie and Jessica, the other couple are sitting in a very homey lounge. Both have a look of excitement, but there is a slight edge to it. In the previous two nights, both have shown themselves to be quite competitive when it comes to this competition.]
Jamie: I think this evening is probably going to be pretty dull. Yuuri might be very sweet, but I just can’t picture him up to the task of being a good host. Certainly not compared to the standards we set on night one.
Jessica: I don’t know…Viktor’s pretty extra…
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Yuuri: I’m a little nervous about how tonight’s going to go—neither of us really had a chance to do much entertaining like this until now. Our schedules just kept us too busy, and with having to be so careful about what I ate—I think I lived off plain chicken breast and dry salad for a decade.
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Narrator: Well, here’s hoping tonight’s main is a little more appealing to the guests. On the menu is katsudon .
[The menu graphic fills the screen. Under Main Course, written simply, is “ katsudon” with nothing else to clarify what this meal might be.]
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John: Katsudon ? Katsudon . [He looks over at his wife like she might suddenly know what it is that he’s trying to sound out.] Sounds foreign.
Narrator: That’s because it is, John.
[John makes a face and his wife pats his knee, though her expression is also a little on the concerned side.]
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Jessica: Is it Russian? Viktor is Russian isn’t he?
[Jamie nods.]
Jamie: Yeah, probably going to be something with herring, or whatever they eat in Russia.
Narrator: While Viktor certainly is Russian, this dish is in fact…Japanese.
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[Yuuri has a number of bowls in front of him as he starts to prepare the main. In one are bread crumbs, another has beaten eggs, and on a chopping board are pork cutlets.]
Yuuri: This is one of my favourite dishes from home. It’s breaded and deep-fried pork with rice. Whenever I won… [Yuuri nervously glances towards the camera and clears his throat] I mean, whenever I did well, my parents would always make this for me.
[Viktor is leaning against the counter, a glass of wine in one hand, ostensibly supervising. His smile is fond, but there is an interesting heat in his gaze.]
Viktor: It’s a surprisingly erotic dish.
Yuuri: Vitya!
[There is a look of embarrassed horror on Yuuri’s face. Vikor just winks and takes another sip of his wine.]
Viktor: It’s true. It’s why we had to serve it tonight for our meal of love. You enticed me completely with the eros of your katsudon .
Narrator: Well, here’s hoping the rest of the guests find this just as…erotic? Yuuri and Viktor will finish breading the cutlets now. They’ll also prepare the rice and accompanying sauce, and will deep-fry the pork and assemble the plates closer to when it’s time to serve.
[While the Narrator narrates, we are shown Viktor setting up the rice cooker and Yuuri mixing some ingredients in a bowl for the sauce. Yuuri holds up a spoon with sauce for Viktor to taste. Viktor hums his appreciation and Yuuri smiles sweetly.]
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[The menu graphic reappears but this time underneath the word starter it simply says “ borscht” .]
Narrator: For their starter, Viktor and Yuuri plan to keep the international flair going with a soup from Viktor’s home country. Borscht .
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[Jamie squints at the menu in his hand and looks confused.]
Jamie: What’s borscht ?
Jessica: It’s soup, i’nnit?
[Both shrug]
Jamie: Don’t know how they expect to win with soup as a starter. Especially not after the paté we served.
Narrator: That’s right, because everyone loved your paté. No complaints whatsoever about the texture. Or the fact that you used store bought bread.
Jessica: I just hope that they’re making everything themselves. It would be such a disappointment if they used pre-made.
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[Back to the kitchen where Viktor is frying off some sausage and Yuuri is cutting up beets, onions and potatoes.]
Narrator: Well, you’re in luck Jessica, nothing store bought here.
[Viktor looks up proudly from the pan and gestures towards the cooking meat with his spoon.]
Viktor: This is actually sausage that Yuuri and I made ourselves. When you work in a field where retirement comes early, you have to find new things to get into and cooking has been one of them. Our son likes to make fun of us for making our own sausages—
[From a distant room in the flat a belligerent voice can be heard screaming, “Not your son.” Viktor continues on unphased.]
Viktor:—but it just makes such a difference. And anything that I do with my Yuuri is, of course, my favourite activity.
Narrator: Yes, we get it, you’re both terribly in love. But how does beet soup fit with your evening of romance?
Viktor: And of course, this meal represents the time that the two of us were living in Russia. It was such a romantic time for us. We worked together during the day, and at night...
[Yuuri glances up from his cutting board with yet another blush across his face. This time he is the one to grab the wine glass, taking a healthy sip.]
Yuuri, muttering: We were too busy to do much at night. Usually too exhausted.
[Viktor’s exuberance is undeterred]
Viktor: Which is why we had the most romantic tradition of making borscht on Sunday afternoons, so we would always have something in the fridge for us to heat up on a weeknight.
Narrator: First time I’ve heard of batch cooking as a date activity, but to each their own I suppose.
[With the sausage finished, Viktor adds it to a pot with the vegetables, before topping it off with water, tomato puree, and a number of other spices. Lid put back on top of the pot, he turns to Yuuri and pulls him close.]
Narrator: Alright, lovebirds, you still have another course to finish. And tonight’s dessert is going to be…
[Again there is the menu graphic, with “tiger stripe cheesecake” written under the header of dessert.]
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Sharon: Well, who doesn’t love cheesecake?
[John peers over her arm at the menu and nods.]
John: I’m just happy it’s something I recognize.
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Jessica: I don’t really care for cheesecake.
[Jamie gives her some side-eye. She turns to him, her face indignant.]
Jessica: What? I don’t!
Jamie: Love, you eat it all the time.
[Jessica sighs heavily.]
Jessica: Well, yes, I like it, but not for a dinner party. It’s just too predictable. I’m looking for something to wow me. Especially after Viktor’s been so over the top all week. I would have expected something a little fancier. Frankly, this menu hasn’t done anything to convince me that we won’t be taking home the money.
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[Back in the kitchen, Yuuri is spooning out cream cheese into a bowl while Viktor stands in front of a food processor. With one hand he is blitzing digestive biscuits, and the other has his glass of wine. This time, while Yuuri works, he is also taking occasional sips from Viktor’s glass.]
Yuuri: This whole week has been a little stressful for me. Normally I stick to more solitary activities, but that’s one of the things that’s been so great about Viktor. He’s always pushed me farther than I ever would have expected…
[Viktor is grinning at Yuuri, his eyes practically swimming with tears. He pours the biscuit crumbs out into a bowl and adds melted butter, stirring through.]
Viktor: Our dessert is a departure from the love that Yuuri and I have, and is a representation of the love we have for our son.
[Again there’s the distant voice, this time even louder as it screams “NOT YOUR SON.” Neither Yuuri or Viktor so much as blink; if anything they just share a small smile.]
Viktor: We took Yura to spend some time in the States, and he developed a fondness of cheesecake. And of course, we couldn’t do anything to celebrate him without the tiger stripes.
Narrator: Well, that’s certainly a choice.
Yuuri: To get the stripe effect we’ll just be swirling two flavours of cheesecake—orange and chocolate.
[Working side by side, the two finish adding the ingredients into the cheese, giving it a mix. They then pour it out over the crumb base that Viktor had pressed into a spring-form pan. Once done they set the dish into the fridge to set.]
Narrator: With their menu ready to go, it’s time for these two to get changed and ready to greet their guests.
[Viktor and Yuuri walk down a pristine white hallway into a bedroom, closing the door behind them. We then cut forward to them re-emerging. Viktor’s silver hair is artfully styled in the way it’s been all week. He’s wearing slim cut trousers and a button-up in a shade of blue that makes him look icy and ethereal. Yuuri, unlike the previous two nights, has styled his hair away from his face. He has also swapped his glasses for contacts. His all black clothes are simple, but the sheer panels on the shoulders of his shirt are unexpected.
The two go into the sitting room where Viktor plays with the very fluffy standard poodle that is lolling on one of the couches—the soft goofiness of the dog at odds with the very modern furnishings, but working in a weird sort of way.]
Narrator: Things well in hand, now it’s just time to wait…and to have another glass of wine. Not that we’re counting.
[Yuuri has poured himself a generous glass of red wine. Viktor walks over, pressing one hand to the small of Yuuri’s back before it’s his turn to take a sip from his husband’s glass.]
Yuuri, with a playful glare: Get your own drink, Vitya. I need this if I’m not going to melt down tonight.
Viktor, shaking his head and laughing: I don’t know how hosting some couples for a dinner has you so on edge. After all of the things you’ve done—“
[The doorbell interrupts Viktor.]
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Narrator: And first to arrive tonight are our night one hosts, John and Sharon.
[Viktor lets the two in, giving each a quick hug and an air kiss as they walk past him into the foyer. Both John and Sharon can be seen eyeing the interior of the flat with great interest.]
Viktor: We’re just through here.
[He leads them down the hallway and into the sitting room where Yuuri is trying to convince the poodle to get off the couch. Yuuri looks up. For a moment his smile seems a little brittle, and then any sign of hesitancy is gone and he is exuding charm in a way that hasn’t been seen all week. He walks forward, giving John and Sharon each a quick hug and Sharon a kiss.]
Yuuri: Welcome! Can I get you something to drink?
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[John and Sharon are sitting in a bedroom for their talking head interview.]
Sharon: I couldn’t believe it when we walked in and saw Yuuri looking like that! After the week we’ve had, I thought we’d turn up and he’d be in trackie bottoms.
John: Maybe not that bad.
Sharon shakes her head adamantly: He looked good , but you could’ve pushed me over with a feather. And he just…[She starts to fan herself.] I think I can understand a little better why a dreamboat like Viktor is with him.
Narrator: Yes, we get it Sharon. Yuuri dressed up is hot. Moving on!
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[The doorbell rings again, and this time Yuuri goes to let in the guests. As he opens the door, Jamie and Jessica’s shocked reactions can be seen over Yuuri’s shoulder.]
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[Jamie and Jessica in a different bedroom. Unlike the other one that maintained the minimalist aesthetic of the rest of the apartment, this one has black walls, and the bed they are sitting on is all animal print.]
Jessica, looking lost for words: Who knew? Who bloody knew?
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[The three couples lift their drinks in a toast to the final night. Viktor and Yuuri then excuse themselves to the kitchen to finish their preparations.]
Narrator: While Viktor and Yuuri get the starters ready, time for the guests to have a good nosy around.
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[John and Jamie are opening the door to what appears to be a small home exercise studio. The floor is wood and mirrors line one wall, with a bar running the length of the other. In the middle of the room is a metal pole that stretches from the floor to ceiling. Both men stop, their gaze solely focussed on the pole.]
Jamie: Is that what I think it is?
Narrator: And what do you think it is, Jamie?
Jamie, finally, looking at John: That’s a stripper pole, right?
[John appears not to know whether to laugh or run away. Instead he walks forward, grabbing the pole and swinging around. Bending one arm, he strikes a pin-up girl pose.]
John: How do I look?
Narrator: Do you really want us to answer that?
John: I reckon it’s just structural. With a room this size they probably knocked down a wall and had to keep this.
Jamie: I don’t know…Viktor seems like the type who’d know his way ‘round a pole.
[Both men descend into laughter.]
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[Jessica and Sharon have found what appears to be a home office. There’s two desks set up along one wall, kitted out with laptops, a printer, and pages that seem to have a lot of indecipherable notes and rough stick figure drawings. There is a shelf to one side. The bottom shelves have some plastic tubs and shoeboxes, while the ones at eye level have a series of photos. Sharon, who is closest, reaches for the first frame.
She squints at the picture and then holds it out to Jessica.]
Sharon: Tell me that’s not Yuuri!
[Jessica takes the frame and just stares. Finally she turns to Sharon.]
Jessica: Holy shit. That’s definitely him. If I was shown this yesterday, I’d have never recognized him—he looks so hot —but with the way he’s dressed tonight…
[Sharon nods in enthusiastic agreement. The two resume their poking around. Jessica pulls one of the shoeboxes out with a giggle, pulling off the lid and peering in. She blinks, putting one hand in and fishing out what looks a lot like an olympic gold medal.]
Jessica: What do you think this is about?
Sharon: They seem like the type to have fancy dress parties. I bet they do some lovely costumes.
Jessica, not looking so convinced: Maybe, but I’m not sure they would need this many for a costume.
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Narrator: After the guests have had a good chance to take a look around, it’s time for the first course.
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[All of the couples are seated beside their partners, each to a side of the table, with Viktor and Yuuri at the head. The table is set in snowy white, with sparkly heart confetti scattered across. Sharon does not look impressed.]
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Sharon: I just thought that they’d have done a better job of setting the table. It was…fine…but just a bit…well, it was nothing compared to my lovely centerpieces.
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[Viktor and Yuuri both come in carrying bowls of deep red soup. Once everyone has a bowl in front of them, they take their seats.]
Yuuri: Itadakimasu.
[John squints across the table.]
John: What’s that, eh?
Yuuri: Oh, uh, it's how we say ‘let’s eat’ in Japan.
John: And is that where this soup is from?
Narrator: No, John, that would be Russia.
[Yuuri’s smile is a little tight, but as Viktor squeezes his hand, some of the tension visibly drains out of Yuuri.]
Viktor: No, this is from my home. It’s our way of starting our feast dedicated to love, with something that Yuuri and I used to make together all the time. It was our Sunday tradition to prepare for the week.
Narrator: Doesn’t seem like the other guests are so convinced about beet soup as either a sexy start to a meal, or a romantic activity.
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Jessica: So it’s something they used to do literally every weekend. Hardly stretched themselves did they?
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John: Wasn’t so sure about it, it being foreign and all, but it wasn’t bad.
Sharon: Hmm, not to my taste. Certainly doesn’t seem to be romantic. I just can’t see the connection, but maybe soup means something different in Russia or Japan?
Narrator: No, soup’s still soup there. And you’d be hard pressed to find anyone who finds that borscht puts them in the mood.
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[Viktor and Yuuri stand side by side in the kitchen, the soup bowls stacked behind them on the counter. Viktor is looking jubilant, while Yuuri looks a little more tentative.]
Viktor: First course went brilliantly.
Yuuri: I’m not so sure. It was definitely better than the paté earlier in the week, but it’s so hard to tell.
Viktor: No, my love. This is the winning meal.
Yuuri, makes a face: It better be. I think Yurio will never let us live it down if we lose.
Narrator: With the starter over, it’s time for our hosts to finish preparing their main. All they need to do is fry the pork and start dishing up the rice.
[Yuuri stands in front of the stove with a pan of oil on while he fries the cutlets. Behind him Viktor is scooping rice out of the cooker and into bowls. Once the pork is finished, it gets sliced into pieces and added to the rice, the sauce poured over top. Food ready, they carry it into the dining room for the guests.]
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Sharon: Now, what exactly is it that we’re eating?
Yuuri: It’s katsudon —a pork cutlet bowl. It’s something I used to eat all the time as a child.
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Jessica: Yet another meal that feels very homely—and Yuuri even admitted that he used to have it all the time. I just thought I’d see something a little more spectacular.
Narrator: Not everyone wants to spend a week researching historical recipes, Jessica.
Jessica: But it did taste rather lovely.
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[As the diners settle into their meals, conversation starts to pick up a bit. John and Jamie share a cheeky smile, before Jamie leans forward, looking at the hosts.]
Jamie: So we had a quick wander around your place, and John and I have some questions.
[Yuuri starts to shovel food into face at a faster pace, but Viktor just smiles, looking completely at ease. He nods.]
John: We found your…exercise room, and I guess we’re wondering which one of you is into pole dancing?
[Yuuri chokes on his mouthful of food, and grabs his wine glass to take a long drink.]
Yuuri, while blushing: It’s very aerobic.
Narrator: You don’t say.
[John looks slightly shocked to find out that was not a structural feature. Everybody else just looks shocked that it’s Yuuri and not Viktor who’s claimed the pole as his.]
Jessica: You… you … pole dance?
[Viktor gets a dreamy look.]
Viktor: That’s one of the ways that Yuuri first entranced me. [There is stunned silence from the rest of the table as all the eyes move to Yuuri.] He’s always had a captivating eroticism about him, but that night…I think the whole banquet dreamt of being suffocated between Yuuri’s thighs that night. [Viktor sighs]
[Yuuri looks both resigned and hopelessly mortified.]
Jamie: So, uh, wow. Um. Yeah.
Narrator: Very erudite of you, Jamie.
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[Jamie shakes his head while Jessica shakes with laughter beside him.]
Jamie: Never expected to hear that at the dinner table. Had me lost for words.
Narrator: Did it now?
Jamie: I mean, Yuuri usually looks like an accountant! Who would’ve thought an accountant pole dances?
Jessica: I don’t know, I think it’s sort of sweet. He’s probably not very good, but it’s cute how much Viktor likes it. I’d like to think that’s how you’d be if you were talking about me doing something like that.
[Jamie gives Jessica a considering look. She bats her eyelashes, pushing her cleavage up and out. Jamie just laughs and turns back to the camera.]
Jamie: Can’t even picture it.
Narrator: Way to keep the romance alive.
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[Back in the dining room, people are still grilling Yuuri over this uncovered hobby.]
Yuuri: I started doing it in college. I did a lot of dance growing up, and…dance has always been a big part of my life. My friend thought it would be a fun way to break up our training.
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Sharon: Training? Viktor and Yuuri haven’t told us what it is they actually do yet, and now I’m dying to know. I just can’t picture Yuuri doing anything particularly athletic.
John, nodding: No, he does look like someone who probably works with computers.
Sharon: Viktor on the other hand… I can’t picture him doing anything other than…I don’t even know. [Helplessly she turns to her husband.] What do you think Viktor does?
John: The past few nights he kept mentioning their son. Maybe he’s a stay at home dad? That’s a thing now.
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[The main course has finally wound down, and Yuuri has started to gather up plates while Viktor is topping off wine glasses. Everyone is murmuring their compliments over the food.]
Sharon: Very lovely. Such a comforting, homely sort of meal.
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Sharon: Too homely, if you ask me. Felt like something you’d bung together on a busy weeknight.
John: I was just glad it wasn’t fish.
Narrator: Nice to see exactly how high your standards are.
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[In the kitchen Viktor and Yuuri are starting to plate up their cheesecake. Both are looking tired, but seem to be remarkably chipper.]
Viktor: That went exactly as I’d hoped. [He nudges Yuuri with his shoulder. Yuuri pauses his plating to reach up and brush Viktor’s bangs off his face.] Now everyone will understand the allure of katsudon .
Yuuri: Vitya, I think it might just be us who feel that way.
Viktor: Well, even if they aren’t feeling the romance of the night, all the plates were cleared. Another successful course! We’re going to win!
Yuuri: Maybe.
Viktor: And if the meal won’t do it, Yuuri’s talents on the pole will!
[Yuuri appears to have become resigned to his husband’s Extraness(TM).]
Narrator: Just which pole will that be?
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[The cheesecake has been brought out and set in front of everyone. Sharon looks particularly delighted and Jessica gives it a very detailed inspection before she finally starts eating it. Both John and Jamie start eating right away.]
Jessica: So how does this fit with your theme?
[Viktor looks delighted that she’s asked.]
Viktor: Instead of the more erotic nature of our earlier courses [some of the others choke a bit on their dessert at the word ‘erotic’] this is dedicated to our son, Yurio.
Narrator: I think we’ve established that he’s not their son.
Sharon: Oh, that’s sweet. [She turns to look at Yuuri.] Is he named after you?
Yuuri: No. He’s Yuri, and I’m Yuuri. [There’s a slight difference in the way he stresses the u in each name, but the other diners don’t appear to have noticed any distinction between the two names.] He’s not actually our son. He just lives with us during the season when Viktor is coaching him.
Sharon, nodding politely: Oh? So is that what you do? You coach?
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Sharon to John: What does coaching even mean?
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Viktor, nods: Yes. After I retired, I switched to coaching Yuuri full time and gradually took over Yurio’s coaching as well.
[All eyes swing to Yuuri.]
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Jamie: To be honest, I think I’ve come to expect almost anything from Yuuri after this evening.
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[Jessica’s eyes light up with understanding, and she gets an excited look.]
Jessica: So…when Sharon and I were looking around we saw your office…and we found a collection of medals. Olympic medals .
Yuuri: Where did you find them?
Jessica: …in the office…?
Yuuri: Which container were they in?
Sharon, jumping in: A shoebox.
Yuuri, nodding: Oh, yeah, those are mine. Viktor’s are…[Yuuri blushes and mutters something that only Viktor hears. Viktor’s answering smile has all of the ‘eros’ he’d sworn was in the previous courses.]
Viktor: Mine are still in the bedroom. [Yuuri’s answering blush does not go unnoticed by the rest of the table]. I think we just have Yurio’s Grand Prix and Worlds medals in the office. He keeps the Olympic ones in his own room.
[All four guests stare at the couple in stunned silence. It’s finally Jaime who speaks.]
Jamie: So both of you—and your son—all have medals? From the olympics?
Narrator: Not their son!
[Yuuri has a confused look on his face, and glances between Viktor and the others.]
Yuuri: Well…Viktor was the skater to set all of the records for the better part of a decade. He won the Grand Prix Final five times in a row.
[Viktor lifts Yuuri’s hand up to brush a kiss across his knuckles.]
Viktor: Records I was thrilled to have you surpass. [Viktor turns to the others.] You really haven’t seen beauty until you’ve watched Yuuri skate. It’s like the music moves through him.
[Jessica and Jamie have already pulled out a phone and are watching a video. Both of them keep glancing between the screen and their hosts.]
Jessica, sounding faint: Oh my god.
Sharon: It’s true?
Jessica: Oh, it’s true. [She passes the phone over for Sharon to take a look.]
Narrator: After that stunning revelation, it’s time for scores and to find out who the final winners of the week will be. Is it going to be John and Sharon, with their fancy but fussy evening? Is it Jessica and Jamie, with their serviceable but store-bought menu? Or will it be Viktor and Yuuri taking home the gold—or rather cash—with their international fare?
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[Sharon is still looking slightly stunned, though John just looks as though he’s ready for bed.]
Sharon: I just can’t…[she turns to her husband] Did you see the costume he was wearing in that one video? It was…
Narrator: Calm down there, Sharon, and how about you tell us what you thought of the meal.
John: The meal was fine. A lot of foreign things, but nothing too odd, and while the evening took a…[he gives his wife an askance look] odd turn, and I did not see the theme in any of their dishes, they were both very gracious hosts. That’s why we’re giving them a fifteen.
[Together they hold up the number card, though Sharon still looks a little lost.]
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Jessica: I still can’t get over the fact that Yuuri is a figure skater.
Jamie: An Olympic medal winning figure skater.
Jessica, scoffing: And you thought he was an accountant!
Jamie: I stand corrected.
Jessica: But I still think the menu was too safe. And I don’t like cheesecake.
Jamie: You still cleared your plate…
[Jessica glares at her husband.]
Jessica: For a very interesting evening, but a menu that was too simple we’re giving them—
Narrator: Hold up! Time for the big reveal.
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[All three couples are gathered in the exercise studio. Yuuri has a platter with a silver cloche in his hands while Viktor is holding the scroll. The other couples gather round as he starts to unroll it.]
Viktor: In third place is…John and Sharon.
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[Sharon shrugs, and John just smiles tiredly.]
Sharon: Oh well. At least we had a fun week.
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Viktor: And in second place is…Yuuri and myself.
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[The two are back in the kitchen sharing a single glass of wine between the two of them. Yuuri smiles, his face lighting up.]
Yuuri: I’m just happy we didn’t come in last. Though I really wish we could have won.
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Viktor: Which of course means that Jamie and Jessica are the winners.
[Yuuri lifts the cloche off the platter, while the winning couple excitedly pick up the cash. As everyone finishes their drinks, Yuuri walks over to the pole, hooks one leg around it and starts to spin. The guests are all mesmerized while Viktor just nods knowingly.]
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Viktor: Maybe if they’d done their voting after watching Yuuri dance, the results would have been different? No?
[Yuuri buries his face against Viktor’s shoulder.]
Narrator: And on that note, that’s all for this week of Couples Come Dine With Me. Tune in next time to see which couple will come out on top.