"What are you doing?" "Oh..." "Oh, is this your skip?" "Yes." "My skip." "I'm having the bathroom done." "Why?" "Well, will you be using all of it?" "I mean, you know, filling it up right to the top?" "Yes, I will." "Right..." "I've a whole suite and tiles to get rid of." "So there will be no spare space in my skip." "(CHUCKLES)" "Well, just, er, checking." "Maybe it needs a new spring." "It needs throwing in the bin." "There's nothing wrong with it." "It doesn't pop up!" "If a pop-up toaster doesn't pop up, then it's no longer any use." "I don't pop up as well as I used to." "Are you going to throw me on the scrapheap?" "Oh..." "IZZY:" "Hiya." "How's baby Harry doing?" "Oh, he's fine." "Is he sleeping any better?" "I said he's fine." "Um, I think we better get in." "Right." "Bye." "Bye." "What was that?" "What was what?" "She just totally froze you out." "Yeah, it's a long story." "Good." "I'm sitting comfortably." "Leave that one, boys." "It's going to t'scrap, that." "Since when?" "Just got off the phone with the owner." "They've got a new car and don't want to pay for this." "Fair do's." "One day's work - it'll still be worth less than the bill." "They're going to bring the paperwork later." "OK, so er... ..what's next?" "(CHUCKLES)" "What?" "You two then." "It's like Cool-Hand Luke and One-Hand Fred. (LAUGHS)" "He thinks he's funny." "He's not funny." "Not funny at all." "(DOOR OPENS)" "How are you feeling?" "I know what you're doing." "I'm just trying to find out as much information as I can." "Only one bit of information matters, one indisputable fact." "What's that?" "There's no cure." "You get it and that's that." "You know it's more complicated than that." "Well, not to me it isn't." "Look, let's just wait and see what they say at the counselling." "There's no point." "But you said we'd see the doctor." "If I sit and think about it, then I just..." "It's gonna do my head in." "Right now I feel fine." "The best thing to do is to forget about it and carry on like nothing's happened." "You mean bury your head in the sand?" "Couldn't have put it better myself." "I'm gonna go and walk the dog." "Rover?" "(DOG YAPS)" "She's a teenager." "You must've been a teenager once." "What's that supposed to mean?" "You must remember what it was like." "Yeah, but I never got pregnant at Faye's age." "No, I know, but having a boyfriend is normal." "Not for Faye." "Why not?" "Because I can't risk her doing the same again." "She not going to, is she?" "She's had to grow up quicker than most." "She wasn't acting very grown-up last night!" "You could cut her a bit of slack." "She's my daughter." "Yeah, I know she is." "Yeah, well, that's the end of it." "I don't want to hear any more." "I don't trust this Seb." "End of." "So you knew she was being bullied at school, that she'd failed her exams, and she was taking diet pills, and you still didn't tell Sarah?" "I was trying to help." "Do you know anything about Jake you're not telling me?" "OK, I handled it badly." "What can I say?" "I messed up." "It's time to move on." "Whoa." "Hang on." "Move on?" "You obviously fancy Sarah." "I think we're done here." "You like her." "OK, yeah, I do." "But it's not going to work now." "Does she like you?" "Clearly not." "But you went for a drink!" "You know what, this is too weird, talking about this sort of stuff with you." "I thought we were mates?" "We are." "Unless you've still got romantic feelings for me?" "No!" "Sorry, was that a bit quick?" "A bit." "But we're more than mates, aren't we?" "We're parents." "And that's going to last forever." "It doesn't mean either of us are very going to meet someone." "Have you met someone else?" "It's none of your business." "But YOU obviously have." "I haven't." "So, what, you're just giving up?" "Sometimes it's the right thing to do." "So can I ask him?" "Er, you don't need my permission, do you?" "Yeah, but you might be jealous." "I'm not jealous." "Can I ask him, then?" "Hey." "Everything all right?" "He wants to ask Peter to see him pick up his award." "He probably won't come." "Well, we'll be there whatever." "I'll see you later." "Yeah, see you later." "Heard anything from Steve?" "No, not yet." "I just feel useless!" "Well, we can't force him to take the test, can we?" "Yeah, I could." "Nick..." "I know what the stress is doing to me." "I can't bear what it's doing to you." "We need to know!" "Yeah, but all we can do is wait." "Maybe we should talk to a doctor." "Hello?" "Are you open?" "Er, no, not really." "I only want a coffee." "The machine's broken in the caf." "A double espresso?" "If I don't get my caffeine hit, I'm useless." "And your coffee is so much better than the caf's!" "All right, all right." "You've twisted my arm." "Nice lie-in?" "Yeah." "Thanks." "Breakfast?" "Nah, I'm not hungry." "Where are you going?" "Out." "Out?" "Again?" "Doing your disappearing act?" "Why won't you tell me where you're going, David?" "I'm worried about you." "Yeah, I know." "I'm worried about me too." "Talk to me." "(EXHALES)" "I'm sorry." "It's hard." "Of course it's hard." "But I have found something that helps." "Found what?" "Well, it's a bit mad, but..." "I go to the cemetery and, um, I take her some flowers." "You know, she liked flowers." "And it's quiet there." "I can think." "And talk." "Talk?" "Yeah, to Kylie." "Not out loud." "To myself." "And it helps." "She doesn't answer back or anything, I'm not imagining stuff, but..." "I don't know, it's like we're still connected." "You'll always be connected." "Yeah, I know." "Anyway, can I go?" "Yeah." "Yeah, course you can." "Erm..." "Say hello from me." "How was your coffee?" "Perfect." "Look, erm, can I ask you a question?" "Yeah." "Um, do you know anything about MD?" "Myotonic dystrophy." "A little." "It's just we've got this friend..." "Yeah, a couple." "They're expecting a baby, but the father..." "Steve!" "Sorry?" "Steve McDonald." "He's your friend?" "Er..." "Yeah." "Oh, right, you know about this already?" "I spoke to Steve and Michelle." "It wasn't exactly official, but I still can't discuss other people's medical conditions." "I'm sure he'll be chuffed to know how much you care." "Right." "We were just worried about Steve." "And the baby." "These things can be difficult." "And complicated." "Usually when someone asks me about a friend, they mean themselves." "To be honest, um, I shouldn't even have mentioned Steve." "It just seemed such an amazing coincidence that two couples would ask about the same genetic condition." "Yeah, I can see that." "Yeah, it's just me and Michelle." "We're pretty close." "And you're pregnant too?" "Yeah." "Actually, I'd be grateful if you didn't mention that I told you " "Yeah, of course." "I shouldn't have asked." "OK." "Thanks." "Best get to work." "Right, well,  thanks anyway." "Thanks." "Bye." "Can I borrow your car?" "What for?" "Want to go and visit a sick friend in hospital." "Really?" "No." "It's the sports shop at the retail park" "They've got some trainers on offer I want to get Max." "What?" "I'm fine!" "Put some petrol in it." "No worries." "I know you've a lot on your plate, but I really don't think I can wait five months." "OK." "OK, look, Steve's got to take the test." "You heard what he said!" "I don't care what he said." "Maybe I should try Michelle." "If we can't persuade him to do the test, maybe SHE can." "I'm sure you're imagining it." "I don't think so." "I have twins and they've no special powers." "Hey, right now I wish they had!" "What's that?" "Because we've just learned... that their dad has got this muscle-wasting disease," "and Steve and Andy..." "could have inherited it." "Liz, that's awful!" "And if Steve has got it, he might have passed it on to Amy." "Oh..." "I'm sorry for going on." "No, no, you didn't know." "Well, is it possible to do a test to see if they carry the gene or whatever it is..." "Well, that's never a good sign, is it?" "People stop talking when you walk into a room." "I was just telling Erica about Jim and Steve and Andy." "I'm sorry." "We weren't gossiping." "I can keep things to myself." "Yeah, it's fine." "Maybe you could try having a word with Steve." "Why?" "What's he said?" "He said we'd go to the doctor's and try this genetic counselling, and now..." "He didn't  want to talk about it." "But you need to know!" "After everything he's been through," "I can't exactly force him to have a test to see if he's got a disease that there's no cure for!" "(LOCKS DOORS REMOTELY)" "Boom." "Hiya." "Hi." "You OK?" "Fine, thanks." "I was just wondering if Michelle was about." "Oh, she's gone to the shops." "Right." "Er, what about Steve?" "He's at Streetcars." "Can I get you a drink?" "Er, no, I'm fine, thanks." "Was it something important you wanted to talk to them about?" "They're both really busy." "No, no no." "It's nothing important." "You could give her a ring." "No, no, it's fine." "I just wanted a chat, that's all." "Thanks." "What was that about?" "What?" "She was lying." "'Not important'!" "My eye!" "Well, her and Michelle are getting quite close." "Oh..." "But I'm her mum." "He should have talked to  ME about it!" "He was trying to stop her taking them pills." "And the thing he should have done was tell me." "He knows he's in the wrong." "Good!" "Look, I don't mean this to be funny, but what's this got to do with you?" "I'm trying to do you a favour." "He's a decent bloke." "All right, he's got his faults, but he's a good, caring, generous man." "Ask his mam." "There's not many around as good as Gary." "And, erm, how do YOU feel about him now?" "He's a mate." "And he's Jake's dad." "He has no idea I'm here talking to you." "I just want to see him happy." "We've been for one drink." "I dunno..." "My priority is Bethany now." "Maybe if you talked to him..." "Yeah, I'll think about it." "(DOOR OPENS)" "What can I get you?" "A cheese and pickle sarnie, please." "OK." "Look, I've brought up two teenage daughters myself." "And I've probably made all the  parenting mistakes possible." "But one thing I have learnt is that if you try banning them from doing something, it ain't gonna work." "That's all I've got to say." "White or brown bread?" "White, please." "(BOX CLANKS)" "One hob kettle." "One cracked vase." "One set of heated curlers." "Three assorted egg cups." "Four tea towels." "Two hoover nozzles." "And a rather unpleasant scented candle." "All found... in my skip." "Peanut butter." "What?" "On my sarnies." "I don't want your sarnies." "Good." "So, I've just spoke to my sister." "I've just spoke to mine an' all." "My sister is going to Miami for three months doing promotion work and has asked me to go too." "Well, mine's fetching chips for her tea and has asked me to eat with her." "You win." "I do." "Have you ever been to Miami?" "No." "Me neither." "It sounds amazing." "So go." "Yeah, but I feel like we're going to be so busy here, especially now I've got that servicing contract with Bradshaws." "I don't want to let Dad down." "You don't get chances like this every day." "He'll be chuffed." "Bet he'll pay for your flights!" "See, there's no need, because it's free!" "Business class." "Oh, well, on second thoughts you can't fly to America in business class." "You're needed here." "But me, can you not see me in a Hawaiian shirt, board shorts, flip flops?" "No." "It's my holiday." "As long as my dad says it's OK." "Hey, who's gonna deny you a trip to Miami?" "(ENGINE PURRS)" "(REVS)" "(BRAKES SQUEAL)" "He made me come." "Er, how about some ice cream?" "I'm not a child." "Black coffee?" "Strawberry smoothie?" "OK." "But first..." "What?" "No, I just wanna say that..." "I might have been a bit hasty about this Seb." "Hasty?" "Yeah, you know..." "Maybe I should make an effort to get to know  him." "And I was thinking maybe we could go for a family meal tomorrow at the Bistro - if Seb is free?" "I'll text him." "Thanks." "If you say 'I told you so'..." "I wouldn't dream of it." "Hey, you'll never guess what!" "What?" "Rosie's only gone and blagged a three-month promotions contract in Miami and asked me to go with her!" "Wow!" "I know!" "She lives in cloud cuckoo land, our Rosie!" "As though you could have three months off, especially with all this new work with Bradshaws." "I love her to pieces, but half the time...she's away with fairies." "Yeah, but you haven't asked Sophie if she wants to go or not." "Well, I don't need to." "I know our Sophie." "She's a worker." "She's my right-hand woman." "Right-hand woman!" "I couldn't do without our Soph." "I don't know where you find the energy!" "I remember what it was like." "I could work all day, take a wash, put your best gear on and still find the energy to chase the ladies." "Some don't have to do much chasing." "Well, I've got a family, so I don't have to do any chasing at all." "Good job, slow coach." "Still fast over the first..." "ten yards or so." "I've seen his training regime at home - sausage and chips and a box set of Downton Abbey.  (LAUGHS)" "No, that's Fiz watching that!" "It is!" "I'm not  watching." "I'm reading, reading car mags and stuff like that." "What's this mark?" "I must've touched a bollard while I was parking it." "I just had it cleaned on Sunday." "I'll get it cleaned, then." "So you want me to wash your car?" "Just borrow someone else's next time!" "Anyway, it's not about what's on the telly." "It's just our time without the kids." "That's what it's about." "Whatever, you're both just jealous." "Yeah, course we are." "Here, what about poker tonight at yours?" "What do you think?" "I don't think that's a good idea." "Er, no." "It'd be a right laugh." "Get Kev and Sophie  round, make it a full house." "I need a car." "Well, we know cars, don't we, boys?" "What are you after?" "Don't care." "As long as it goes." "And stops." "Stopping's important.  (CHUCKLES)" "I'll get that sorted for you." "Cheers." "Sorry." "Sharif hates being behind on paperwork." "This is starting to feel like a habit." "What?" "Me apologising." "Look, I know how much you care about Bethany, obviously ." "I should've told you everything as soon as." "I wish I had now." "OK." "I am sorry." "Does this mean we can start again?" "Start what again?" "Erm, me and you, maybe." "I dunno if you fancy a drink sometime?" "I think it's best if we just keep things as they are." "I've got to put my family first." "Yeah." "Yeah, OK." "(KNOCK ON DOOR, DOOR OPENS)" "Hiya." "Is it all right if I come in?" "Yeah, course." "Are you OK?" "Not really." "Is that your scan?" "Yeah." "How's Steve?" "In denial." "Closed the whole thing down." "Won't take the test." "Won't even discuss it." "Really?" "He suffers from depression, so I can't exactly force him." "Yeah, well, I think I'd probably be scared if I was him." "Yeah, he's not the only one." "I don't think I've ever been so scared." "Not for me." "Well, have you told him how you're feeling?" "How can I when he won't even talk about it?" "You know, I'd be tearing my  hair out if I was you." "I mean, the thing is, it's not just about him, is it?" "It affects your baby." "He might not want to face up to it, but you've got to live with the worry every day." "What can I do?" "Well, if it was me," "I'd force him to face up to how I was feeling, and if he respected me, take the test." "I mean not for me, or himself, but for the baby." "His baby's future depends on him knowing the truth." "You're right." "I always think about Steve..." "This time I have to be selfish." "I have to make him have that test." "I think it seems fine." "It'd cost more to fix than it's worth." "Yeah, but what, I mean, a day's work?" "It'd still be cheap." "That's cos it's one step up from a death trap." "Not even that." "It barely scraped through  its last MoT." "It won't get through another one." "Yeah, but I won't need it for that long." "I'm only taking Bethany on a few lessons up to one of those empty car parks." "If you want to pay us to look over it and get it roadworthy..." "It won't get through next year's MOT, mate, and there's not much tread on them tyres." "Yeah, I won't be going that far." "Are you sure about this?" "Yeah." "It's perfect." "subtitles by Deluxe"