"(RADIO ON) (LIZ GIGGLES)" "Eh, that new fella from the brewery is a right cheeky so-and-so." "Just now, on t'phone, he wants to know if I believe in love at first sight." "If not, he'll pop back again." "Ha!" "(GIGGLES)" "Steve?" "Mm?" "Oh, no matter." "It perked up my morning, anyway." "All right." "What's with the face?" "Nothing's wrong with my face." "It's like a wet weekend." "I'm... just a bit nervous about the scan, that's all." "Of course you are." "Don't worry." "Everything will be fine." "You're both fit and healthy." "You've got a lovely little McDonald growing in there." "I sincerely hope you're talking about me." "(LAUGHS)" "I'm just telling him he's got to try and relax and enjoy the whole experience." "Yeah, we will, won't we?" "Mm." "Come on, then." "Are you gonna get ready?" "See if we can get a wave from little Bonnie or Clyde." "Far be it for me to criticise, but if our Gary gets involved with Sarah Platt he's gonna be biting off more than he can chew, you mark my words." "Er, I was thinking it'd be nice to ask Izzy round for tea tonight." "Gary's working late." "Ah, do you know what, love?" "With me cleaning at the Rovers first thing, then being stood on my feet here all day " "Yeah, but, you know, Izzy doesn't really get out much, does she?" "And she's always saying how much she loves your cottage pie." "I mean, everyone does." "I don't reckon she'd stay late." "Oh, go on, then." "You're all right." "(DOOR OPENS) Cool." "So, they reckon he might be out for the rest of the season." "You're joking." "Poor Tommy." "Hiya." "You're not skiving again, are you?" "No, she is not!" "Better get a move on, though." "Yeah." "See you later." "Yeah, bye, love." "See you." "Right." "What can I get you?" "Hiya." "Yeah, it's sorted." "We're in." "Once the trial's over, he can start rebuilding his life." "All you can do is be there for him." "Look, David will get through this, Nick." "I know it feels like he won't, but he will." "Yeah, I know." "Hiya." "You all right?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Good." "You?" "Yeah." "Just, er, off for a scan." "Oh, how exciting." "Don't mind him." "He can barely speak he's so nervous." "Yeah, well, it can be a bit scary." "I'm sure you'll be OK." "Yeah, I know." "We should..." "Yeah." "Yeah, us, too." "Right." "Good luck, then." "Yeah." "Good luck." "I really don't think he's in the right frame of mind." "I'm sure he'd be all right and I know it'd do him good." "I just... don't want him brooding." "Anyway, with Maria being off, you said you're up to your eyes in it." "Yeah, I mean, why isn't she working, as a matter of interest?" "Well, I said she could go to London for a few days." "She wanted to help out this friend at her salon." "Yes, well, all the more reason to let David help you out." "Please, Mam?" "Oh, OK." "Maybe..." "Just for a few hours." "Er, your gran says she's got a couple of regulars coming in." "Wondered if you'd go in and help out." "Yes, it's Mrs Samuels." "Right?" "And the girl with the lovely red curly hair." "So, what do you say?" "I mean, you'd be doing your gran a favour." "Yes." "Definitely." "Yes, you would." "I'm gonna be busy." "Busy doing what?" "I'll have Lily." "Just doing...stuff." "What stuff?" "Family stuff." "Not all day." "What do you say, David?" "I mean, the money would come in useful, wouldn't it?" "Fine." "Yeah." "Whatever." "Yeah, go on." "And an egg." "And a piece of toast." "Oh, somebody has an appetite this morning." "Cheers, Anna." "Yeah." "What is wrong with you?" "Please tell me you're not pregnant." "The immaculate conception." "Eat your breakfast." "No, I've got to get to school." "Well, get some lunch." "Oh!" "I had a thought." "I thought maybe we could go to the gym later." "So you can keep an eye on me?" "No." "I'm joking." "Yeah, that'd be cool." "Are you expecting someone?" "No." "Hoping to see someone then?" "You are!" "Who is it?" "No-one." "You liar!" "Look at you!" "You're all...smiley." "So, come on, tell me." "Oh..." "OK." "There is someone." "Oh, my God!" "Who?" "Nobody you know, you nosy parker." "It's nothing." "Not yet, anyway." "Oh, it's not someone you met in the pub, is it?" "No, it's not." "You don't mind, do you?" "You know, everything that happened with Callum." "After everything that happened, I think you should go for it." "Really?" "Yeah." "Just as long as he's not..." "Well, as long as he's nice." "Who's that, then?" "Mum's new boyfriend." "I've said before, patience is the name of the game." "Two months, that's all." "Then we're done." "Right now, two months of Eileen breathing down the back of my neck seems an awful long time." "Then do summat about it." "Get her nose out of our business and in somebody else's." "Job done." "Good man." "Thanks for bringing it." "We were in that much of a rush this morning." "Give him a kiss good night from me." "Of course I will." "See you later." "Yeah." "See you." "Oi!" "All right?" "Good to see you looking a bit more cheerful." "Mum's buying a flat, so it's bye-bye mad house, hello long soaks in the bath and music from this century." "Cool." "I've been sorting out a workout programme for you both." "Oh." "Yeah, great." "We're coming later." "Yeah?" "Yeah, I think she's trying to get fit for this new boyfriend of hers." "She's got a new boyfriend, has she?" "Apparently." "Anyway, I'd better go." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Me, too." "You know I'm here." "Right?" "If you need anything." "Help or advice." "Thanks." "No worries." "(BABY'S HEART BEATS)" "One very strong heartbeat." "It's got a head and everything." "What are you talking about?" "I just mean you don't expect it to look like a person yet." "You know?" "You forget." "I'm sorry." "It's OK." "You're allowed." "So, does everything look all right?" "Yeah." "Fine." "So, it's healthy, then?" "As far as we can tell." "Thank you so much." "So, how luxurious can we be?" "Well, probably better waiting for a last-minute deal, aren't we?" "Really?" "Yeah, that way we get a proper five-star, for a three-star price." "Yeah, I suppose it makes sense." "It'll be nice to spend some time together." "Yeah, although we're living in each another's pockets at the minute, anyway, love." "I didn't know it was such a hardship." "Well, no, I'm not saying that." "You make it sound like it." "No, I'm just saying, aren't I?" "You and me, we're living together, working together on the build." "Is this a 'we need to have a break' conversation?" "I wouldn't be telling you to book us a holiday, if that was that case, now would I?" "It's just, you know... sometimes, you need a break." "Sometimes, you need to spend some time apart from each other to truly appreciate how much you care about someone." "Well, when you put it like that..." "Oh, listen, forget it." "Forget I said anything." "Val, my ex, when she started getting involved with the business and neither of us had our own thing, neither her nor me." "I mean, she had her own salon." "She was used to having..." "having a laugh with the customers, having some banter with her colleagues." "A bit like you with Streetcars." "Yeah, you're right." "I never thought I'd say this, but..." "As much as I moan about Steve and Tim... ..I miss them, in a funny kind of way." "I bet they miss you, too, love." "Eh?" "Mm." "I think I might pop over and have a word, see if I can get my shifts back." "I can still be involved in the build, can't I?" "Of course." "Anything you want." "Anything you want." "I can't wait to see their little faces." "(CHUCKLES) They're gonna bite your hand off!" "So, listen, the holiday." "What shall we say?" "About three months' time?" "Perfect." "Ooh..." "I don't know about finding out the sex next time." "What do you reckon?" "I mean, we could, but it might be nicer to have a surprise." "Eh?" "I reckon we should start thinking about names, though." "I know it's early, but I don't want us loving summat and then Leanne getting in there first." "Is that a bit childish?" "It is, in't it?" "Do you know what?" "I don't even care." "The thing is, with girls, it's a lot easier." "With boys, there's just, like, less choice, somehow." "You end up calling it after a footballer or somebody off the telly, like Luther or Homer." "Listen " "I know, I'm wittering." "Tell you what though, it's gonna be ace having another baby on the street." "Someone for little Hagrid to play with." "Little bezzie playmates." "Michelle " "I know, I know, the poor little mite's not even here yet and I'm organising its social life." "No, look, Michelle, there's something you need to know." "What's up?" "I've had a call from my dad." "OK." "And?" "I love you." "You know that and I love this baby." "OK?" "No matter what happens, I love our baby." "OK?" "Of course you..." "Steve, you're scaring me." "Listen, the thing is..." "There might be something wrong with it." "Why would you say that?" "The doctor has just" "  No, no." "Because of me." "There might be something wrong with it because there might be something wrong with me." "But this can't be right." "I mean, how do you even get something like that?" "All I know is that my dad said he's got it, which means I might have it, which means " "The baby might have it." "What..." "What is it?" "What does it do?" "I dunno." "I've never even heard of it." "Myotonic dystrophy?" "It can't be one of the bad ones, can it?" "Cos otherwise they'd have tested for it." "Well, you must know something." "I guess I've just been... trying to get my head round it, Michelle, wondering how I'm gonna tell you." "I had no idea how I was gonna tell you." "Right, well..." "OK, well, we'll just have to find out exactly what it is and what it means for us." "Right?" "We need to call the hospital." "And speak to who?" "I don't know." "I don't know what we have to do." "(DOOR CLOSES)" "Rana!" "Oh, hiya." "Wait a minute." "Oh, you've been for a scan." "Can I take a look?" "We need your help." "Yeah, I can't say I get to watch much afternoon telly." "Ooh, it's my guilty pleasure." "David Dickinson and his antique whatnots and a cream horn." "Mind you, it's a madhouse at our place most of the time." "Yeah." "Must be." "You know..." "I bet you're on baby-sitting duties, now your Sarah's seeing somebody." "Sarah?" "Yeah." "Bethany mentioned it when they were in here earlier." "Oh." "Oh, yeah." "I must say I was quite surprised." "You know, what with your Sarah being poorly and that recently." "Yes, but she's..." "She's much better now." "Thank you." "There's so much rubbish on the internet." "You really do need to speak to your GP." "I just need to know if it's life-threatening or what." "Look, I know it's hard, but you need to take it one step at a time." "I mean, you don't even know if Steve or the baby are affected." "Make an appointment with your doctor." "Get a referral." "I will." "I..." "I just have to know what we're dealing with." "How can there be this many sites?" "I've never even heard of this...disease." "At least let me find a reputable one." "You should have told me yesterday." "(SIGHS) I know, I'm sorry." "OK." "Well, it seems there's a 50% chance Steve isn't carrying the gene." "But that means there's a 50% chance that he is." "So... what if he is?" "I can make you an appointment with the doctor, if you like." "If he is... what can they do about it?" "Nothing?" "We need to get you tested, babe." "That's OK, my love." "I've booked you in." "See you, then." "Bye-bye." "David, where do you think you're going?" "I told you I could only stay for a bit." "You cannot leave in the middle of a customer." "Now, please, will you brush Karen's hair out before she turns into Shirley Temple?" "Come on." "He's coming to see to you now, Karen." "I'll make you a tea, my love." "(DOOR SLAMS) David?" "Oh, for goodness' sake!" "Listen, love, if he's not there in five minutes, I'll stick my Superman outfit on and come myself." "Well, no, I know I didn't last time." "It was in the wash." "Ooh, cheeky!" "(PHONE RINGS)" "Five minutes." "Gotta go." "(DOOR OPENS)" "Hello, Streetcars." "Er, yeah, love." "He's gonna be there in five minutes." "Well, if he's not, I'll stick my Superman outfit on." "All right?" "All right." "There's no need to be like that." "Lost your way again?" "I think you'll find that you're the one that's lost, Timothy." "But never fear, cos Eileen is here." "Oh?" "Yeah, I've decided to take a back seat on the build." "So I can take over my shifts again." "Hurrah!" "Ah, they leave, but they all come running back in the end." "Like who?" "So, when do you want to start?" "Well, lucky for you, I happen to be free this afternoon." "Er..." "What?" "Well, it's completely up to you, but I think there should be a policy of taking on the best person for the job, not whoever happens to walk through the door." "For instance, some people aren't very good with the general public." "Hang on." "I've been here since the flaming' thing opened." "I wrote the book on customer satisfaction." "Well, I'm sorry, Eileen, like it or loathe it, we live in a meritocracy." "I, for one, think the best man or woman should win." "Actually, I think Sally's got a point." "You what?" "So why don't you come back at half past four?" "We'll go through a series of questions." "A proper interview." "I trained you and now you're gonna question me on how to run the place?" "Correct." "A little tip." "Remember, the boss is always right." "4:30." "All right?" "(DOOR OPENS)" "It's quiet, so... (SIGHS)" "What are you thinking?" "How I managed to mess everything up." "Oh, Steve." "You were so happy." "OK." "Look at me." "You didn't know about it." "You have no control over it." "And in any case... ..you might not have this gene, so..." "..let's try not to get ahead of ourselves." "Eh?" "Yeah, but what if " "No." "We can't get sucked into what ifs." "It's gonna drive us mad." "We need to...do what Rana said." "We need to contact the GP, find out the facts and then take it from there." "She said summat about 'genetic counselling'." "Yeah, I know." "I'm thinking that might be a sensible way ahead." "What about you?" "Yeah." "I suppose I'm gonna have to tell my mum." "Well..." "(INHALES SHARPLY)" "It might be best to wait until we know a bit more." "She's gonna have 101 questions that we can't even begin to answer right now." "Just..." "Take it easy for now, eh, you've..." "You've had a shock." "Hey." "Come on, this is us." "We're gonna get through this and everything's gonna be fine." "OK?" "OK?" "Yeah." "I'm so sorry." "Come on." "We're in this together." "Now, I'm gonna nip out and I'm gonna get us something nice for tea." "OK?" "Thank you." "(BEEP)" "Just hold your arms up, please, sir." "(BEEPS TWICE)" "I bet you find all sorts being smuggled in here, don't you?" "Thank you, sir." "If you'd move on." "Yeah, of course, I'd love to." "What are we having?" "Cottage pie." "So, what, I've got to invite myself, have I?" "No." "Of course you're invited, you daft so-and-so, and Jack." "But Sophie said we're having pizza." "She said she'll baby-sit." "And she said we can watch a film and that I could choose." "Let me guess." "The LEGO Movie?" "(LAUGHTER) No." "Yeah." "Right." "Did you ask her?" "Yes, I asked her." "It were Faye's idea, actually." "Oh, that is so sweet." "Yeah." "She can be pretty thoughtful when she tries." "So, what time do you want us?" "I thought I could baby-sit Jake at yours." "Give you a proper break." "Oh, no, no, no." "He's no trouble." "But Izzy needs some time to herself." "I read it in a magazine." "Well, he is a bit tired, aren't you, you rascal, eh?" "And..." "Tell me if this is cheeky, but Beth and Sean offered to take me for a drink later." "Great!" "No, it's not cheeky, at all." "Anyway, like Dr Spock over here says, you need a bit of me time." "I'll just go home and grab a few bits." "Oh, bless her." "Well, I don't know about the gym, but I do fancy Tai Chi." "I see a man on the Red Rec doing it quite often." "All peaceful and calming." "Lord knows I could do with some of that." "Especially seeing as I'm gonna be doing extra baby-sitting." "Why's that?" "I hear you've got yourself a boyfriend." "Anna told me." "Look, the only reason that I didn't say anything is because it's really early days." "Yes, well, maybe it's a good thing, take you out of yourself." "Just as long as he's decent." "Yeah, that's what I said." "Yeah, he is." "Has anyone seen my little compact mirror?" "You can borrow mine, if you want." "You look nice." "Oh, thank you." "Well, I don't want to be... shown up by my...daughter, do I?" "Have you got it?" "No." "But I have found these." "Diet pills?" "Oh, hiya." "How did it go?" "The scan." "Is everything all right?" "(CHOKES BACK TEARS) Oh, God, Michelle." "Is there something wrong with the baby?" "(SNIFFS)" "We don't know." "Maybe." "Did summat show up on the scan?" "I don't understand." "It's Steve." "Steve?" "He... (SNIFFS)" "He might have inherited a genetic condition...from his dad." "Genetic?" "Like..." "Like what?" "It's called myotonic dystrophy." "And is that bad?" "I'm trying to be strong and calm." "I know this has hit him like a ton of bricks and he feels so awful, but inside..." "But, Steve, he's gonna be all right, isn't he?" "I don't know." "And the thing is, if he's got it, then the... ..the chances are our baby's got it, too." "subtitles by Deluxe"