"I don't believe this." "I've phoned an electrician." "Why don't we just get Pat to have a look at it?" "Be quicker, wouldn't it?" "It's fine." "It's the bloke who did the original electrics." "Relax." "Relax?" "We can't afford to close, Nick." "OK, look." "Why don't you go and get some breakfast?" "It'll be fine." "I'll sort it." "Sarah." "Sarah!" "Oh, do you know what, love, it was never gonna work out with you and Sarah Platt." "Right, can you not fry bacon when I've just washed my hair?" "I'll have dogs following me to school." "Oh, excuse me, Princess Bethany." "Perhaps you'd like to give me a list of foods we are allowed to eat whilst in your presence (!" ")" "I'll put a Post-It note on the fridge." "Ah, milk." "Finally." "We were all getting parched." "You're gonna be late for work." "Oh, yeah, Nick said not to come in." "Summat about the elecs at the Bistro." "I've got the morning off." "Are you all right, David?" "Yeah, I would be if madam here would eat her breakfast." "Do you want me to see to her?" "No, you're all right." "I could do with you looking after them tomorrow, though." "So you are definitely gonna go to the trial, then?" "Yeah." "I wouldn't miss it for t'world." "I'll take Max to school, if you want." "Oh, right, cheers." "Thanks." "That's dead good of you, that." "I'll go and get us a paper, shall I?" "Make the most of your morning off?" "Yeah, yeah." "Great." "Right." "Come on, then, shrimp." "And don't slow me down." "Eat my dust." "Oi!" "Since when don't I get a kiss goodbye?" "(BLOWS RASPBERRY)  Great, I've got your spit all over me now, thanks." "Bye." "Right, come on, you." "Let's go and get dressed upstairs." "You know what we've got to do." "We haven't got much time." "Mum, I can't, I just can't - Sarah." "(We are doing this." "We have to stop him.)" "Steve, just pick up, will you?" "You can't dodge my calls for ever." "Hey." "Come on, just..." "Just take it easy." "How can he be so selfish?" "If that's my dad you're talking about, I'd stop wasting your breath." "I've been leaving him messages all week." "Are you gonna have some breakfast?" "I've got no time." "Grab a yoghurt, or summat." "I'm not eating yoghurt in the street like a weirdo." "What do you want me to do?" "Lick it out of the tub at the bus stop?" "That's creepy." "All right, grab a piece of toast, or summat." "Nick, tell him." "Nick." "What?" "All right, all right, don't stress." "Sorry, nightmare morning." "Tell him." "Breakfast." "OK, look." "Er...most important meal of the day." "You won't grow up big and strong." "There are kids who've never seen Shredded Wheat." "Et cetera." "I don't know why I bother sometimes." "OK, look, here." "Do as your mum says." "Yes, sir." "Hey, and stop fretting about my dad." "I have." "Come on." "I know, I know, I should have phoned Steve when he'd left, but it's just..." "It's on my mind all the time." "So what about the nuclear option?" "Tell Tracy, sit back, watch the sparks fly." "No, no, I can't do that." "She'll wonder how I know." "And then what if it gets back to Michelle?" "Well, you can't make Steve take the test, can you?" "But with Tracy on the warpath, oh, he'd be down that hospital in minutes, with an imprint of Tracy's stiletto on his backside." "How come you're back, anyway?" "What's the big work nightmare?" "Oh, just problems with the electricity." "What kind?" "The kind that means you've got no electricity." "Anyway, there's a man on it." "(SIGHS) Great." "Morning, love." "Blimey, you look rough." "Oh, cheers (!" ") I barely slept a wink." "Foxes?" "'Ey?" "Was it foxes?" "I always hear foxes through the night, fighting, going through the bins." "No, I was worried about you, you great pillock, and your visit to the hospital." "Foxes." "Sorry." "You know, this is like your depression, this." "It's nothing like my depression." "No, for me, I mean." "When you were little, you'd graze your knee, and I'd stick a plaster on it." "Or you'd be full of cold, and I'd tuck you up in bed." "All right, don't get carried away, matron." "I also remember falling off my skateboard, hurting my arm." "Don't. (GIGGLES) You and dad telling me off for being a drama queen." "What's this?" "When he was little, he hurt his arm." "And I had to go to the school nurse because they didn't believe me." "Turns out I'd broken my elbow." "How were we supposed to know?" "Because I kept telling you!" "(CHUCKLES) Sorry." "We had some laughs, didn't we?" "No." "I was in agony." "Big day for us all, this, isn't it?" "He's gonna be fine." "I can just feel it." "Well, thank you, Derren Brown." "Course he is." "Strong as an ox, aren't you?" "I wish he'd work like one." "Right, will you two please act normal today?" "All this being nice to me, it's making me feel very odd." "OK." "Another brew?" "Yeah." "Thanks, love." "Can I please have a bacon and sausage barm?" "Might help me face the day ahead." "All right, don't milk it." "Might be nowt wrong with you." "Right, I've managed to get everything." "Has she got you shopping, as well?" "I've been given a list as long as my arm." "I told Michael about our plan for David tonight." "Little family dinner before court tomorrow." "I think it's a wonderful idea." "Shows him that we're behind him." "Yeah." "Well, I better get going, if we're feeding the 5,000." "I'll get the bed clothes." "It looks amazing." "Come on, darling." "You're gonna be late for school." "What looks amazing?" "I was showing Amy the various places" "I'm gonna visit on my grand tour." "You're not still banging on about that, are you?" "I've booked it." "I got a great last minute deal, and I leave tomorrow." "Oh, I'd love to go to Venice, me." "Tomorrow?" "Yeah." "I fly to Rome, then a few of the great Italian cities, before joining a cruise at Naples." "But, Dad, tomorrow?" "I told you I was gonna book it." "Yeah, I know that." "But I just thought it was one of those mad fantasies old people have, like wanting to go skydiving." "Well, I think it's brilliant." "You go, Granddad." "Oh, I intend to." "Tomorrow." "I tried to ring Peter to tell him, but I couldn't get an answer." "So you're leaving, just like that?" "There's no time like the present." "That's what you always say." "Darling, I say a lot of things you should take absolutely no notice of." "I'm aware of that." "Anyway, I've got so much to do." "List." "I need a list." "So, Captain Nemo, how long are you planning on going on this cruise for?" "Eight weeks." "Eight weeks?" "!" "Hey, Granddad, you might find love on that ship, like in Titanic." "I love that film." "Made me feel sick." "All the rocking about?" "No, that pair, hanging off the front of the ship, shouting." ""I'm the king of the world." It's romantic." "It's pathetic." "I was the only person in the cinema cheering for the iceberg." "Right, so I'm just expected to do everything while you're away, is that it?" "You mean, like, go to work and bring up your own child, like everybody else?" "Oi." "It takes a whole village to bring up a child." "Hillary Clinton said that." "Are you taking me to school, or what?" "Can't you just be happy for me?" "Happy?" "Dad, you know how much I've got going on at the moment, and you're swanning off like some sort of geriatric Jack Sparrow." "Thanks for the support." "(PHONE RINGS)" "Gail." "Just running a few errands." "I thought you said the Bistro was shut." "Number two, please." "Thanks." "Yeah." "It would be good to spend tonight with the family, actually." "Hey, er..." "Robert?" "I just bumped into Pat." "He said he'll have a quick look." "I told you my guy's coming." "He's not here, is he?" "Listen, it might be something really simple." "I'm just gonna take a look." "Come on, Pat, I'll show you in." "No, it's fine, it's fine, let me do it." "Look, why don't you go and get that wine?" "You know the guy better than I do." "Just take five minutes." "Hey, lads, I'm on a clock here." "Yeah, all right." "You're just jealous that you're not going with him." "Are you joking?" "Me and your granddad on a boat together, no means of escape?" "There's only one of us coming back from that still breathing." "Look, if you're worried about doing all the housework while he's gone..." "What am I saying?" "Since when have you ever been worried about doing housework?" "You are so cheeky." "Come on." "(PHONE RINGS)" "Hi, Maggie." "What's up?" "This afternoon?" "It's not meant to start until tomorrow." "I don't care if it's just points of law." "If Clayton's gonna be in court today, then..." "Yeah, I wanna be there." "All right, bye." "If we just pull these tables together, then we should be OK." "Mum, I can't believe you're being so calm about this." "Well, you know what David's planning." "This is our only chance to stop him." "Hey, hey, will you two just shut up?" "I've got Pat in the cellar." "What's he doing here?" "Robert rang him about the electrics." "Will he be able to tell what we've done?" "I'll deal with him." "Go back." "Fix dinner." "I'll see you later." "There's no turning back now." "(ENGINE STUTTERS)" "You look busy." "Here you go, darling." "Got the afternoon off cos the Bistro's closed, so I thought I'd get on with notes for my short story." "What kind?" "Horror." "(SCOFFS)" "Oh." "I love a good horror, me." "Hey, maybe you could write one about a haunted cafe." "A bit like The Shining, but with fry-ups." "You want a horror story?" "You should write about my love life." "Just got a knock-back." "So who's the unlucky lady?" "Sarah." "You and Sarah?" "Hm." "You kept that quiet." "Well, we were trying but she just called it off." "I saw her this morning, completely blanked me." "You need me to give you some tips?" "Er...no, but I can give you one." "I'll mind my own business." "You were good mates, weren't you, you and Kylie?" "Yeah, we was." "I'm a witness tomorrow in the court, an' all." "I'm bricking it." "All you can do is tell the truth, darling." "Yeah, I know." "I've been in court dozens of times, but... this is the first time I'm proper dreading it." "Can I ask a stupid question?" "Better than anyone I know." "Why is the shop called Preston's Petals?" "It's Robert's surname." "Oh." "Right." "Sorry, yes." "I didn't mean to pry." "And you're wondering why, if I'm not with Robert any more, the shop is still called Preston Petals." "Oh, I think I can guess." "You still pine for the ruggedly handsome man, and hope that by keeping his name above the door, you can guide him home like a lighthouse to a stranded ship." "Yeah, well, A - lighthouses guide ships away from them, and B - the reason the shop's still called Preston's Petals is I've got thousands of them stupid cards, and can't afford to chuck 'em." "Why did you order so many?" "Well, I did it online and accidentally added another zero." "(LAUGHS) Oh, dear." "Oh, the woman on the phone was horrible." "Customer service, my backside." "Dad, what do you want?" "Tracy..." "Look, just go on your ridiculous cruise with the rest of the coffin dodgers, and leave everything to me, eh?" "A cruise?" "Well, no, it's not a cruise, as such." "It's a grand tour." "Visiting some of the greatest cities of Europe, then sailing round the Mediterranean." "Oh, how lovely." "It's funny, it's one of my favourite places in the world, yet I still have difficulty spelling 'Mediterranean'." "It is tricky." "I'm the same with co-ordinates." "You have trouble map reading?" "No, the word 'co-ordinates', I always forget the dash." "Yeah." "Save this for Countdown, will you?" "Because I've got a business to run." "Tracy, I don't want to go like this." "Won't you give me your blessing?" "Just do what you want, Dad." "You always do." "Really?" "So there's nothing you can do?" "Like Nick says, best leave it to the guy who installed it." "It's a pretty high-tech system." "He's been round, he reckons it will be two days at the max." "Two days?" "!" "This is all we flaming' need." "I won't ask." "Good." "I did warn you." "You said you'd fix it." "No." "I said it was knackered and I'd do my best." "I just need it for tomorrow, that's all." "Right." "I'll have a look, see what I can do." "But I'm not making any promises." "You all right?" "Yeah." "You all right?" "You nervous about tomorrow?" "A bit, yeah." "I keep rehearsing everything in my head, so I keep it dead clear, and that." "Yeah, great." "I won't let Kylie down, David." "I promise." "Yeah, neither of us will." "Where are the kids?" "I thought you were picking them up." "My mum went." "She'll be back in a minute." "Your mum thought we could have a family meal tonight." "Nick suggested we cook here, then we eat over there by candlelight." "Lovely idea, I thought." "Yeah, she said." "Thanks, Mum." "Mum?" "What happened to 'Gail'?" "Sorry, Gail." "Head's all over the place." "Now, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" "I know tomorrow's gonna be difficult for you." "Er...yeah." "Well, it started today, actually." "Family liaison woman phoned me before." "I thought the trial was tomorrow." "It is." "It's just..." "I don't know, they were doing the preliminaries today, or something." "It's the big day tomorrow." "Well, he certainly seems to be handling it well, doesn't he?" "This trip of your father's sounds exciting." "Oh, yeah." "Cheers." "I wish I could swan off for two months and leave my responsibilities behind." "Well, still, the last year or so has been terribly hard for him." "A little adventure might be just what the doctor ordered." "It hasn't exactly been a Hollywood musical for me, either, you know." "Do you think perhaps that's why you're not keen on him going away?" "Like you said, first your mother, then Robert." "Now Ken, albeit briefly." "Briefly?" "He's not gonna be back till Christmas." "I'm just saying." "Perhaps you feel like..." "I don't know, like..." "Like you're being abandoned again, by the person closest to you." "Well, thank you, Oprah." "Perhaps the reason why you're feeling so angry with him going is simply because you're gonna miss him." "Mary, I pay you to sell flowers, not do my head in." "I can do both." "If you like Sarah, tell her." "I have told her." "Or tried to." "To be fair, she's probably got a lot on her mind." "It is the trial of the scum that killed Kylie tomorrow." "Oh, you're right." "I never thought." "She must think I'm a right idiot now." "Why?" "There's her with a murder trial looming, and I'm trying to ask her out." "Yes!" "Boom." "That's three for me and Ty!" "Looks like the drinks are on you two." "Two secs." "I best text her." "Text her?" "Schoolboy error, mate." "'Hiya." "Forgot about the murder trial." "Let me know when you're free for a drink.'" "Just talk to her in person." "Remember that?" "OK, I'll go and see her later on." "Wish her all the best." "Right." "Same again, yeah?" "I still feel bad about David's car." "Packing up outside the court, no wonder he was so upset." "So it wasn't painful?" "No, I barely noticed." "No." "He was very brave, weren't you?" "We just have to wait for the results now." "Listen, I'm not swinging the lead, honest." "I just feel like I need a bit of time to myself, if that's all right?" "Course, yeah." "Might walk the dog, just let it sink in, you know?" "Course, yeah." "Mary?" "Nearly done." "Right, listen." "Erm...about before..." "Oh, I shouldn't have interfered." "Mother said prying was one of my worst habits as a teenager." "Well, that and my obsessive hand washing." "No, no." "You were right." "I've been a total cow to Dad." "Give him your blessing." "You'll both feel so much better for it." "Tracy." "(GROANS) What does she want now?" "Have you spoken to Steve today?" "No." "Why?" "See you tomorrow!" "Yeah." "Bye, Mary." "And thanks." "Right, come on, then." "What's me and Steve got to do with you?" "It's lovely to see you tucking in for a change, my darling." "Right, who's for Michael's famous trifle?" "Ooh." "Not for the kids, though." "My hand slipped when I was putting the rum in." "Oh, I say, a very large portion for me, please." "And for David, too, it's his favourite, trifle." "There's chocolate cake for the kids." "Yes!" "Look, David, I've got some new Aussie wines." "Do you want to help me pick a couple of bottles?" "I don't know anything about wine." "You never will with that attitude, will you?" "Keep an eye on your sister, I won't be long." "Roger that." "More bread, anybody?" "I'm back!" "Tracy?" "Hello?" "Surprise." "What did you bring me down here for?" "I know it's not to talk about wine." "Blimey." "Creepy down here, innit?" "I hate to break it to you, mate, but I think one of your staff might be living down here." "Mum?" "I'm sorry, love." "It's for your own good." "Do it." "Hey." "Let me out!" "Hey, let me out!" "Let me out!" "subtitles by Deluxe"