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THEME SONG: Have I
the right to hold you?

You know I've
always told you I've

loved you from the very start.

Come right back, I
just can't bear it.

I've got some love,
and I long to share it.

Come right back, right
back where you belong.

Oh, yeah, you belong.

Happy birthday, Mum!

Oh, hello!

Oh.

Oh.

Wow, where have all
these come from?

Oh, Phil and Roger.

Three each.

They're even, then.

Level pegging.

Well, I can't compete with that.

Oh, but they're lovely.

Ooh!

Ooh, and soaps.

Ooh.

Ooh, rhubarb and-- ylang ylang?

What is that?

Not a clue.

Oh, Mum.

Mum, this is Roger's stuff.

You're not doing his
washing on your birthday.

I'm just getting
it out of the way.

I will kill him!

Oh, please don't, dear.

Not on my birthday.

There we are.

No more vases?

No, sorry.

Roger wants to ruin his
life, that's his business.

I don't see why he should
be allowed to wreck everyone

else's.

He's just finding his feet.

He's found your feet.

He's very stressed.

Give me a break.

Oh, Phil!

Oh, Phil, this is crazy.

Now, this has got to stop.

Never.

Sandra, will we have the
pleasure of your company

this evening?

I know how hard it is
for you to find a window

in that busy schedule of yours.

Oh, not when
it's my mum's 70th.

Ah, we are humbled
and honoured.

I'll see you later.

[NASAL ANNOUNCER
VOICE] So it's 4 to 3,

with Phil in the lead
coming round the last bend.

[triumphant music playing]

[airplane noises]

[mumbling]

Oh, who's got some glue?

It's OK.

Tango Foxtrot 4, it's
15 here, 15 here.

We can see them high,
and I can see them below.

Tango Foxtrot 4,
do you have glue?

I don't have the glue.

Do you mind if I come in?

I did read the signs,
but, uh, they were so OTT,

I assumed that they were ironic.

You know, "Please come in, I'm
desperately short of company."

Very funny.

Otherwise, you would have, uh,
[door slams] locked the door.

What do you want?

I'm very busy.

So I see.

Oh, a Halifax bomber, eh?

I used to play with those until
I realised that it was time,

as the Bible says, to put
aside childish things.

Oh.

What do you want?

Turn the radio off,
and I'll tell you.

[music stops]

Now, uh, would you care
to blow up some balloons?

Not much.

You know, in aid of your
mother's birthday party.

Yes, yes, my mother's
birthday, which

you've managed to weaponize.

Weaponize?

You've always gotta do
more than everyone else,

haven't you?

You know, more cars,
more chocolates, more--

well, more bombs, more rockets,
more balloons, more flowers.

Yes, I just gave
Edith another bunch.

Course you did.

You know, I've been
thinking, Roger, and, uh,

I think I've hit on the
perfect birthday gift for you

to-- to give your mother.

You know, it'll outrank
any of the others.

Go back to your wife.

Look, you don't
realise it yet, Roger,

but you'll never
find another Wendy.

Well, I won't be
looking very hard, will I?

Look, look.

Look at it from Edith's
point of view, yeah?

Having a-- a grown-up son whom
she's already brought up once

turn up again for a second go.

I mean, it's a bit
dispiriting, isn't it?

Hmm.

Yes, I-- I think I can tell
that you're not on my side.

No, no, I am, I am.

I mean, you are, after all,
Edith's son, all right?

Go back to Wendy.

Never, never, never.

Think of all the
shared memories though.

Yes, shared memories.

Yeah, like-- like little bits
of glass embedded in my brain.

Oh, come on.

Right from the start.

You know, from our wedding day.

Oh, not the seating plan.

No, no, please, not
the seating plan.

She made a fool of me.

That's what women do, Roger.

That's what they're for.

I would never-- not,
not in a million years--

have put Stephen Watt
next to Veronica Darwin.

Ugh.

Just never!

It's just kinda catastrophic!

I imagine they've
got over it by now.

Oh?

Oh, do you think so, eh?

Yes.

Stephen took holy
orders, and Veronica's just

come out of rehab.

My seating plan was very
carefully thought out.

And then along comes
Wendy and changes it

to male-female,
male-female, male-female,

like a chain-linked fence.

Because that's the proper
way to do it, Roger.

It's 20 years ago!

Just forget it.

Well, the crucifixion
was 2,000 years ago,

and people still remember that.

That's a good point.

Oh, well.

Worth a try.

Does that happen often?

Never.

My dad built this shed.

I've decided that I am gonna
move the nail bar and the salon

under the same roof.

Then, I can properly focus
on the health food shop.

Oh, that sounds sensible.

But there is a problem.

Right now, I just
don't have the capital.

Ah.

I think you know
what's coming next.

Go on.

If you sold this place--

which must be worth a fortune
now-- and moved in with me,

it would solve all our
problems at a stroke.

Oh.

Yeah, you wouldn't
be stuck with Roger.

I'd be there to
take care of you.

And you'd have a room of your
own, the big one at the front,

and cash in your hand.

Yes, well--

And I would give
you a proper contract.

I'd pay you back inside
of three years, no sweat.

Yes, but what about Phil?

Phil?

We're thinking
of getting married.

Wow.

Really?

Phil?

Are you sure that's a good idea?

Quite sure.

Oh.

Oh, Mum, well--
oh, that's great.

Fantastic.

Oh, to be honest, I--

I could see it coming.

Well, it's still
a bit up in the air.

What about his floozy?

Oh, that was years ago.

And she wasn't a floozy,
whatever that is.

No, she was just a very
unhappy girl with problems.

Hey, are you trying
to put me off him?

Absolutely not.

But she was stalking
him, wasn't she?

Well, she did follow
him around for a bit, yes.

What a hoot!

Hey, you're talking
about my future husband.

Well, you've got to
admit that's funny.

Well, it is a bit, yes.

You're not thinking
of moving in with Phil

and letting Roger
stay here, are you?

Well, nothing's been settled.

Oh, he is such a slime!

That's why he's come here.

Can't you see?

He just wants to keep
an eye on the place

and safeguard his inheritance.

He didn't know about Phil
and me until he came back.

No?

He's not as dim as
he looks, you know.

Well, nobody could be that dim.

If you and Phil
sell, then you're

gonna want somewhere to
invest that money, aren't you?

Well, we haven't
thought that far ahead.

I'll talk to Phil.

No.

If anyone's going to talk
to Phil, it'll be me.

Oh, Mum, would you?

Oh!

I don't need a huge amount.

Around 50K would do it.

The thing is,
Roger, your mother's

got her own life to lead.

And I'm gonna help her do
that with my terrific birthday

present.

I'm not gonna tell
you what it is.

I don't wish to know.

You're burning with curiosity.

No, I'm not.

I've tracked down Mrs. Gale.

Mrs. Gale?

She used to help
Mum years ago.

You mean, when
you were little?

Yeah.

She bought me my first "Beano."

Ah.

Clearly a remarkable woman.

Yeah, she's agreed to come
and help Mum around the house.

You won't be able to top this.

Roger, you do know
that your mother is

going to sell the house, hmm?

Sell it?

Yeah.

I'm going to sell
mine, too, you see.

And then we'll buy, uh,
something somewhere together.

I've actually been
looking at property prices

in, uh, in Gozo.

Gozo?

Sell the house?

No, I-- I wouldn't want that.

No, I wouldn't want that at all.

Strangers living here?

Strangers?

Yeah, strangers.

No, not that.

Well, they wouldn't be
strangers, would they, Roger?

Not if they own the house.

And you wouldn't be here.

No, I'd refuse to move out.

And eventually, when
I die, I'd haunt them.

I wouldn't give them
a moment's peace.

Roger, are you on
any kind of medication?

Just get out the way.

What?

Go on.

Ow!

Sturdy stuff.

You're just an old
fart who's frightened

of getting old and dying alone!

Spot on.

You're not completely without
empathy, are you, Roger?

What about Desiree?

What?

You know, that floozy
who's stalking you.

Oh, she wasn't a floozy.

I mean, she looked like one.

But that was years ago.

And she wasn't stalking me.

She was just following me.

Yeah?

Why?

She wanted to know
the time, and she

thought I was a policeman.

Oh.

I saw her the other day.

No, very unlikely.

She moved to Warrington
or Walsall or--

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

Yeah, she was driving one of
those Hot Foot delivery vans.

Don't be ridiculous Good god.

Where-- where was this?

Oh, she was just pulling
out of the petrol station.

This was last Wednesday.

I don't believe this.

She's on your tail.

No, no, no.

No, no.

Oh, well, um, if I were
to order something, then

she might deliver it.

And then you'd know for
certain one way or the other,

wouldn't you?

Do you really want to
spoil your mother's happiness

by blackmailing me
into persuading her not

to sell the house?

Because that's what
this is about, isn't it?

Oh, you see, I see
it more as saving her

from a bleak exile
with you in Bozo.

Then you'd do better to
think about my original offer.

What was that?

Go back to Wendy.

Oh, that was an offer?

My last and best offer.

Just get out the way.

I'm gonna do it again.

Go on.

After you.

Oh, um, you know that photo of
Desiree at the petrol station?

Um, would you like a copy?

[growling]

Please!

Shh!

He saw you behaving
suspiciously.

Did he now?

Lurking like that.

Would he like to
see my passport?

Is he going to insist
on an explanation,

or would he just
like to escort me

to wherever it is
dogs take people when

they go to interrogate them?

He's a clever dog, and
you were behaving oddly.

Oddly?

Oddly for some people.

Normal, I suppose, for you.

If he's such a clever dog,
why didn't he realise that?

I mean, we've known
each other for years.

He's been leaving deposits at my
gate as long I could remember.

I mean, we're
virtually old pals.

He takes things on
a case-by-case basis.

Well, for his information,
I was doing a bit

of neighbourhood watching.

Oh, were you?

Very public spirited of you.

Well, there've been reports
of strange behaviour from

the couriers who
work for Hot Foot,

and I thought I'd
just check it out.

What sort of
strange behaviour?

Well, it's hard to be
specific, quite honestly.

But it's the sort of,
uh, thing you develop a--

an instinct for.

Do you?

I'm surprised your
dog didn't pick that up.

Very puzzling.

Hmm.

Well, maybe he's right.

Maybe these are just rumours.

You know, baseless rumours.

Yes, well, there are a lot
of those around here, too.

Hmm.

Well, we must be going.

Something in the oven.

Ah.

That's what it is.

Hmm.

ROGER: Sandra was here?

Yes.

What for?

To wish me happy birthday.

She'll be back later.

She's after money, isn't she?

Well she did mention needing
capital to expand her business,

yes.

Didn't I say?

A loan.

Oh, Mum, you're
such a pushover.

I dare say, but I don't
want to discuss this now.

Mum?

Yes?

Phil says you want
to sell the house.

Um, I've been
thinking about it, yes.

Do you have to?

Well, it is a bit
on the big side,

and there seem to be
more stairs every year.

And when Phil and
I get married--

And when will that be?

Um, spring of
next year, maybe.

And then you'll go to Bozo?

Bozo?

I was born in this house.

Yes.

I wouldn't like
you to sell it.

I might have to.

Yeah, I wouldn't like
strangers living here.

I love this house.

Sandra, she just
cares about the money.

Roger, you and Sandra used
to get on so well together.

Yes, because I used
to be a pushover, too.

What does that mean?

She used to trick me
out of my pocket money.

I'm sure that's not true.

It is true.

She'd insist on playing shop and
then "buy" all my jelly beans

with a few rusty washers.

You never said anything.

It's because
she threatened me.

She said, "Don't tell Mum,
or I'm gonna duff you up."

Roger.

It only stopped when I
got bigger and cynical.

Roger, stop it!

And now, she's bullying
you into selling the house.

That's not how it is at all.

Yeah, Phil.

Phil and Sandra.

Yeah, they've hooked up on this.

Yeah, Sandra wants
the money, and Phil

wants to see the back of me.

Well, I think I've
spiked his guns.

What does that mean?

I'll be devastated
if you sell up.

When and if--

if-- I sell the house, I
shall settle the money equally

on you and on Sandra.

And that way, you--
you can buy a flat.

Or-- or you might
even go back to Wendy.

Never.

Oh, dear.

Sorry, I don't want
to upset you, Mum.

Not on your birthday.

Not-- not now, not ever.

Mum, you-- you do know that
I love you, Mum, don't you?

Of course I do.

And I love you, too.

Mum, do you
remember Mrs. Gale?

Queenie?

Well, of course I do.

Why?

She's your surprise
birthday present.

What do you mean?

Well, I know
I'm extra trouble,

so, um, I've asked
her to come and help.

Just once a week.

I'm paying her.

What?

It's great, isn't it?

I mean, you liked
Queenie, didn't you?

What?

In small doses.

Well, to be quite honest,
she wasn't always easy.

Actually, some of the time,
she could be a liability.

But you are pulling my
leg though, aren't you?

No.

Roger, it's out
of the question.

But-- but-- but
I've asked her.

She's coming.

Well, she can't!

I couldn't cope!

I mean it.

Roger, you've got to stop her.

Yeah, OK.

I'll-- I'll tell her.

I'll tell her.

Please do.

Yeah.

Um, I'm sorry.

I know you meant well.

Yeah.

I'll go and--

Edith?

Hmm?

I've been thinking here.

Tell me.

Well, um, I'm--

I'm coming around to--
to Roger's point of view.

What's that?

Well, that you shouldn't,
uh, sell the house yet.

Really?

What-- what's made
you change your mind?

Well, you don't
need the money, right?

I've got quite enough
for the two of us, right?

And if you do sell the house,
then Roger will follow us.

I mean, he's perfectly
capable of following us

to the ends of the
earth, you see.

Whereas if you don't
sell the house,

he'll almost certainly
live here, right?

So there's no real point
in selling the house yet,

is there?

Sandra wouldn't be pleased.

I think Sandra is perfectly
able to look after herself.

And it might not
be for long after.

I mean, Roger-- well, you
know, he might get better.

Oh, do you think so?

Do you really think so?

Well, stranger
things have happened.

I heard all that.

I was standing outside the door.

Oh, Roger, for heaven's sake.

I think it's a good idea.

Nothing's been settled.

And you know why Phil
suggested it, don't you?

Because when all's said and
done, he's a decent bloke.

That's why.

Aren't you, Phil?

A decent bloke.

We had a long chat about it,
and Phil is 100% on my side.

Aren't you, Phil?

PHIL: Mm-hmm.

Which, uh, is very decent,
all things said and done.

[doorbell]

Oh, I wonder who that can be.

Ah, a delivery van.

Yes, a Hot Foot delivery van.

Maybe a nice surprise for Phil.

Phil, what's up?

Hmm?

Hello!

Mrs. G. Uh, didn't
you get my message?

Oh, Roger, you
haven't changed a bit.

Edith, you remember
years ago that mad woman

that I had some trouble with?

Uh, Deirdre or--

Desiree?

Ah, yes, something like that.

Anyway, um, there are rumours
that there've been sightings

of her.

I just wanted to
tell you that I have

had absolutely nothing to do
with the, um, with the fact

that she--

[WHISPERING] Oh, my god.

Mrs. Gale!

--nothing to do with--

Mrs. Gale?

Oh, yes.

She's your surprise
birthday present.

Roger was supposed
to stop her!

Queenie!

What a lovely surprise.

Hello, Edith.

Happy birthday.

Oh.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, they're lovely.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Ooh, blimey.

It's a bit like a mausoleum
in here, isn't it?

Queenie, this is Phil.

Oh.

Pleased to meet you.

Aren't you the Phil that
was connected with that--

Distinguished
camper van company.

Yes, yes.

Ah.

Queenie used to help me with
the housework 40 years ago.

Yeah, those were the days.

Good times, happy times.

So when Roger got in touch,
I was as pleased as punch.

Yes, you see, I
didn't know that Rog--

I know.

I'm the big birthday surprise.

Well, he said he was
back home causing trouble

and you needed help
looking after him.

Uh--

Yeah, I know, Roger,
you-- you scallywag.

You're back home.

Your mum needs reinforcements.

Queenie, I'm terribly
sorry, and I don't quite

know how to put this.

Oh, you're not gonna
tell me I'm too old.

No, you're not gonna
tell me I'm too old.

No, of course not, no.

It's just--

And by the way,
I don't want pay,

and I don't need the money.

No, I'll do it love and for
all those precious memories.

Queenie--

I'm paying.

Roger.

I am.

I've sold the car.

It's a done deal.

Well, how long
would that last?

You'll be down the tuck shop
squandering it on gobstoppers

and licorice laces.

That's very astute
of you, Mrs. Gale.

Oh.

No, Queenie.

Call me Queenie.

PHIL: Queenie.

And so you've been--
you've been away.

Yes, I've been to
Tasmania, Canada, Holland.

All with different husbands.

All dead.

Nobody'll marry me
now, because they

think I've got the evil eye.

Mrs. Gale.

How amazing is that?

Oh, you've not
forgotten me then.

Uh, not a chance.

I wouldn't forget
you either, Sandra.

Queenie is my birthday
present from Roger.

I'm the big birthday present.

I'll be coming to
give her a hand.

Really?

Well, with Roger
back home, she

needs all the help she can get.

Yeah, well, she
certainly does.

But not for long, we hope.

How's that?

Mum has plans.

Well, if you're referring
to the selling of the house,

then things have changed.

Oh?

Please, can we not
talk about this now?

Roger wasn't the only
trouble maker then, was he?

Do you remember when you
took your clothes off

in front of the vicar?

No.

How old were you?

19.

She was 4, and the
Rev. Bruce and his wife

were both very amused.

Really?

What has changed?

Well, Phil thinks that
selling the house is a bad idea.

Uh, later, later.

Coo-ey!

Who invited her?

Happy birthday, Edith!

I did.

You absolute swine!

Wendy.

How lovely.

I wanted to bring
you a birthday cake.

Oh, that's so kind of you.

Thank you.

It's just a bought
cake, I'm afraid.

I-- I would've made
one, but, um, ah,

I didn't have all the
ingredients as I--

as-- as I couldn't
get to the shop.

Sorry.

[sobbing]

Wendy.

Wendy.

Is that the wife?

Was the wife.

Wendy.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Wendy, it's all right.

It's all right.

Calm down.

Birthdays can be very
emotional occasions.

No, they're usually
very happy occasions,

unless someone can't stand not
being the centre of attention

for five minutes.

Roger, shut up.

Oh, Wendy, what is it?

What's the matter?

He-- he sold the car.

He sold my car!

[sobbing]

I saw this coming.

It's rather nice
being right, you know.

It wasn't your car!

It was more than half my car!

Much more!

I'm the one who used it!

I've got to have a car, Roger!

I've got to go to work!

I've got to pick
the children up!

I use it all the time!

You had no right to sell it!

He's ruined my life again.

I-- I'm so sorry.

I am so, so sorry, Edith.

I promised myself I
wouldn't say anything,

that I'd just drop the cake
in and say happy birthday

and give you a hug and go.

And if-- and if I'd had the
car, it would've been homemade!

How-- how did
you buy the cake?

What?

Online!

I had it delivered!

Well, then you could
have bought the ingredients

in the same way, couldn't you?

And then you could've
made your homemade cake!

Roger, shut up.

You're trying to stop
Mum selling the house.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

And-- and why do you
want her to sell, eh?

Hmm?

The money.

That's all you've ever
cared about, isn't it?

The money.

I create things.

What do you do?

Not a lot.

Yeah, look, usual support
from my ever-loyal wife.

You're getting the
support that you deserve.

Why are you stopping
your mum from selling?

Strangers.

Strangers.

I don't want strangers here.

Strangers?

I don't want strangers
living in my house.

What are you talking about?

I need the car!

Well, boo-hoo, too late!

Get yourself another one!

Roger, just
listen to yourself!

Will you stop this now?

He can't, because
he is incapable of not

saying the first stupid,
rubbishy thing that

comes into his head!

I know, I know!

Every time.

Every time.

Come on, let's go.

Go where.

The Crown.

Come on.

But it's your birthday.

Yes, exactly.

Oh, go, go.

I'm enjoying this.

I'm sorry, Phil.

I know you've made a big effort.

No, no, no, you're
absolutely right.

I mean, this is hell.

Go, go.

Get a bit of peace and quiet.

Oh, and I'm taking pics,
so you won't miss anything.

ROGER: They're going, and
it's all your fault, Wendy.

Roger, we need to--

You despicable apology
of a human being!

Ah!

This is my Valentino!

Oh, we're off to a good start.

Right.

This was meant for
you, you horrible,

horrible little cockroach.

WENDY: Yes!

Serves you right, Roger!

Serves you right!

See, Mum?

I told you Sandra
always hated me.

Bloody right!

WENDY: She's not the only one!

I've had it with you, Roger!

So the Crown has beef
strog on Tuesdays, does it?

Yes, I know.

Yum yum.

[theme music]