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♪ Abide with me ♪

♪ Hold Thou Thy cross ♪

♪ Before my closing eyes ♪

♪ Shine through the gloom ♪

♪ And point me to the skies ♪

‐ Sorry.

♪ Heaven's morning
breaks ♪

‐ Why didn't you spend a penny
before it started?

‐ I did.
I just got caught short.

It was that coffee we had
before we left.

Went straight through.

♪ Abide with me ♪

‐ Please be seated.

I now ask that you join me

in the prayer
that Jesus taught us to pray.

Our Father,

who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done,

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day
our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not
into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For Thine is the kingdom‐‐

‐ What's a decent amount
of time to wait

before digging in
to the buffet?

‐ Ooh, I'd say about‐‐
‐ Oh, that's long enough.

I'm going in.

‐ Shall we eat meat
today, Luke?

Doesn't look like there's
anything there for us.

‐ I can see plenty.
Big salads, hummus.

Should we go and get something?

‐ Hmm.
‐ You look pale, Ally.

Wan.
You're wan.

‐ Thanks.
‐ Are you still doing

that Vaginuary?

‐ It's called Veganuary, Mum.

‐ Luke wanted to keep it up,
so I decided to do it, too.

Give him some support,

'cause it's so bloody hard.

‐ I don't think it's hard.
I like it.

‐ I think you're the one
finding it tough, babe.

‐ Yeah, it's making me
very tired.

I had to have a micro‐sleep

in a Pret a Manger toilet
the other day.

‐ Well, at least you could
get in the bloody toilets

in Pret a Manger.

‐ The door code's
on the receipt.

‐ Hear that, Jim?

The code for the Pret a Manger
toilets is on the receipt.

‐ They should tell you that!

If you're over a certain age,

they should automatically
tell you.

‐ Christ, do you got
enough pork there, Dad?

‐ Humans were designed
to eat meat.

Look at our teeth.

I mean, not mine.

They're not a fair reflection
of the species.

I'm hungry.
Come on, Mum.

We could be avocado buddies.

‐ Yay.

‐ Paul?
‐ Mm‐hmm?

‐ Can we have a word?

‐ Yeah.

‐ Me and your mum,

we could drop down dead
at any minute.

‐ What, both
at the same time?

‐ We seem to live
at funerals these days.

Funerals and doctor's
appointments.

So we think we shouldn't be the
kids' named guardians anymore.

You know,
in the will and all that.

‐ Mm.

‐ If you and Ally died
tragically early,

heaven forbid,

we can't be carting the kids

around GPs and wakes with us.

We can't do school runs
and whatnot.

‐ We're not infirm, but we're
definitely not firm either.

‐ Mm‐hmm, and then we'll
go and die,

and then where will they be?

So we think you should
cut out the middleman

and find yourself
some new guardians.

‐ Okay, well,

I appreciate your honesty.

‐ Obviously, we hope we die
before you.

‐ Yeah, so do I.

‐ Charming.

‐ Prawns?
Are prawns okay?

‐ Do they have a face?
‐ Barely, just eyes.

They're kind of like
fleshy sea plants,

and they're really,
really stupid.

Oh, sorry.

Keeley, hi!

Oh, where are you?

What?
Oh, my God!

‐ When will Mum be back?

‐ Hmm, messy one, I reckon.
2:00 a. m., earliest.

Darling, can I come up
and have a quick word?

‐ Am I in trouble?

‐ No, no.
Not in trouble.

‐ Oh, my God!

‐
That's hilarious.

Most hilarious thing
I've ever heard.

‐ Oh, so you weren't praying?
‐ Everyone was praying.

But, no, I wasn't
praying praying.

‐ Right.

Fine, just‐‐

just wondered, 'cause,
you know, you‐‐

you knew all the words,
and you crossed yourself‐‐

‐ Did I?
When?

As we were leaving
the church.

Okay, sorry, yeah, it's just‐‐

it's a big thing, religion.

And you and me are mates,

and we always talk
about the big things, so...

‐ Dad, can you imagine
how annoyed you'd be

if I was suddenly into God?

You've always said
religion is rubbish.

‐ Well, it's not rubbish.

It's just I don't believe,
that's all.

I did, but I don't now.

And I wouldn't be annoyed.
I'd be interested.

You've got a mega brain, mate,
and I'd enjoy discussing it.

‐ Well, I'm not into God.

I won't become a nun.
‐ Shame, really.

You'd never have to worry
about choosing what to wear.

‐ I don't think all nuns
wear black and white habits.

‐ There are plainclothes nuns?
‐ Undercover nuns.

‐

All right.
Thanks for talking.

Dinner in half an hour?
‐ Great.

‐ I love it so much
when you come back.

Hey, let's get battered
like a haddock.

‐ No, I can't.
I can't do it anymore.

‐ What?
‐ No.

My hangovers last for days.
‐ Oh, come on.

I save all my fun up
for your little trips home.

‐ That's quite tragic.
‐ Well, I'm a tragic figure.

‐ Do you remember when we used
to do full‐on dance routines?

To Salt‐N‐Pepa?
I was Pepa, you were Salt.

Now you've got two kids,
a husband, and you're vegan.

‐ Tragic figure, like I said.

Although I have actually been
feeling a bit shit lately.

Like, tired, shaky, bleak.

Veganism is not for me.

‐ Well, I might be able
to cheer you up.

‐ Oh?

‐ I'm moving back here
for good.

Britain, not this bar.

‐ For good? What, you're
actually gonna live back here?

Oh, my God!

That is the best news since‐‐

I don't know, like,
the end of the war.

Really?
‐ Oh, it's just Tony needs me.

He's suddenly old.

I was really shocked
the last time I came home.

He's all stick thin,
hair all mad like Einstein.

He's really aged
since Mom died.

‐ Selfishly, I am thrilled.

I mean, no, sorry.

Not that he's aged, but just
that you're coming back!

‐ How's Paul?

Are you guys good?

‐ You know when someone
looks you in the eyes

and you feel like your pants
are gonna just fall off?

‐ Yeah.
‐ It's not like that anymore.

Oh, I love you.

‐ To "not absent anymore"
friends.

Life is suddenly exciting
again, ha!

‐ Bin night.
‐ Yeah.

Gray bins this week, isn't it?
‐ Yeah, indeed.

Of course, though,
I've got the timetable

the council sent stuck
on the fridge.

‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ Gives bank holiday

changes, everything.
‐ Oh, right, yeah.

I'll have to see
if I've still got that.

‐ Oh, all the information
is on the website, of course.

Just find it easier
to glance at the fridge.

‐ Yeah, I can appreciate that.

‐ Well, anyway...

Night.
‐ Night.

‐ It's been really nice
to chat, hasn't it?

‐ Yes.

‐ Yeah.

‐ It's not really a chat.

‐

‐

‐ Three, two, one...

liftoff.

Liftoff.

‐ I'm gonna go to space.

‐
Kebab shop!

I'm gonna get‐‐I'm gonna
get a falafel.

I am!
‐

Oh.

Oh? Oh?

Hello, baby.

I am shit‐faced.

‐ Fucking hell,
I can see that.

‐ Keeley is moving back forever

because her stepdad's
really fucked.

Yay!
‐ Oh.

That's nice.

‐ How are you, my darling?

‐

Awake now.

‐ Hey.

Keeley is my best friend
in the universe.

I know her better
than anyone else,

and she knows me better
than anyone else.

Except for you.

Are Ava‐‐Ava and Luke okay?

‐ Uh, yeah,
more or less.

Hon...

do you‐‐do you think
that Ava might be...

‐ Might be what?

‐ A bit...

religious?

Like, Christian?

‐ Yeah, maybe.

‐ Really?

Where does that
come from, though?

Has she talked to you about it?

‐ No, but she's a sweet girl,
and she thinks.

Makes sense she might go down
the Jesus path.

‐

I mean, she says
she's not religious.

But do you think
she might've been‐‐

‐
‐ Fuck me, man.

‐

Mm.

‐ It's actually tastier
than normal milk.

‐ I like it better, too.

But the pretend cheese
is blech.

‐ Ugh, doesn't work.

‐ Hey, Kee!

Bloody hell.
It's been forever, mate.

‐ Hello, you.
‐ Hey.

Morning, you all.
Morning.

‐ What time
did you come around?

‐ I slept on your sofa.
‐ Ah.

‐ Your wife was hammered,
so I came back with her.

‐
She was, thank you.

‐ She didn't even drink
that much.

Maybe it's 'cause she's not
eating properly.

‐ She can't cope
with being plant‐based.

So I hear you're home
for good?

‐ I am.
‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ I've just been telling
these enormous people

posing as your children
all about it.

‐ Ugh.
Morning, everyone.

‐ Hey, hon.
‐ Keeley?

‐ I slept on your sofa.
‐ Did you?

‐ You forced me.
‐ Did I?

Oh, I'm a terrible friend.

Do you want to make me
a cup of tea?

I'm on it.

‐ Hey, Luke.
You don't have to eat that.

Do you want something proper?
‐ No, thanks.

You have
something "proper," Mom.

I'm smashing this.

‐ Great, yeah.
Me too.

Mmm. Oh, fuck you,
baa‐baa fucking dead sheep.

‐ You all right?
‐ Mm.

My mouth tastes like a kennel.
I hoofed a kebab last night.

‐

‐ Hey, do you remember
telling me that Ava

might be religious?

‐ No, but I don't remember
much, to be honest.

‐ I mean, she says she's not.

‐ Right.
Then what's the problem?

‐ Well, I think she might be.

‐ Okay, so what's the problem?

‐ Uh, just that she's...

keeping something
secret from me

that is very important to her.

I know we've got teenage
silences coming,

but I thought we had
a couple of years left

where she was still a kid
and we were still mates

and, you know,
we could share the big stuff.

‐ You are mates.

Maybe she didn't mention it
because your reaction

might be unpredictable.

‐ What, angry, you mean?

‐ You've always been proud
of how rigorous she is,

how logical her brain is.
‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ She might be scared that,
you know,

you'd be disappointed in her.
‐ Come on.

‐ They do sound like ovens.

I know!

‐ I wasn't disappointed
in you, no.

I was more upset
when you gave up football

than when you gave up
your faith.

‐ But Mum was upset.
‐ Aye, she was.

‐ Hmm.
About what, though?

That I'd given up on the church
or that I kept it secret?

‐ Ha, you thought
it was a secret?

She knew for years, man.

"Have you been to confession?"
she'd ask.

And you'd say, "Yes,"
and she knew you hadn't.

‐ Hmm.

And you weren't bothered,
though?

‐ Religion's like a pair
of battered old slippers to me.

‐ Right.

‐ I prayed when Luke
was in hospital.

You've got to verbalize
your fears,

haven't you?
‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ But I knew it was medicine
that saved him,

not St. Anthony.

‐ The thing is,
if Ava is religious,

then it's obviously
really important to her.

And if she's hiding it,
then it's‐‐

it's like I don't
really know her.

And I thought I did.

I thought I knew her
better than anyone else does.

‐ I've never worried about you

the way you worry
about your kids.

‐ Hmm, look how well
I turned out.

‐ Yeah.

Second thoughts‐‐maybe I should
have put the hours in.

‐ That's funny.
‐

‐ He's good.

All right, Lukey.
Bedtime, mate.

‐ One sec.
‐ What are you making?

A badge?
You used to love badges.

What's that?
"Meat is murder."

Luke, please don't
wear that to school.

‐ I want people to know
I'm a vegan.

‐ Are you a vegan?

‐

‐ Come on.
Way past bedtime.

Oh, sorry, carry on.
Don't mind me.

‐ Carry on what?
I dropped my phone.

‐ All right.
Okay, coming in.

In you get.

I'll pick this up, shall I?

No, no.
Come on.

Don't think so.
Thank you.

‐ Are you okay?
‐ Yeah.

No.
Um...

I know that you told me
that you don't believe in God.

But do you actually
believe in God?

‐ Dad.
‐ Do you?

‐ No.

Yeah, maybe.

Y‐yes?

‐ Definitely?
‐ I think so.

‐ Okay, good.
Fine.

I just didn't see this coming.

‐ Well, I believe in God.

And I believe that Jesus
was God...

I think.

N‐no, I know...

I think.

‐ Right.

‐ Are you the angriest
you've ever been?

‐ No.

Is‐‐is that why you didn't
want to talk to me about it?

'Cause you thought
I'd get all ragey?

‐ Are you disappointed in me?
‐ No, never.

I'm disappointed that you felt
you couldn't discuss it,

but that's disappointment
in myself, not in you.

‐ Well, I partly hid it 'cause
I wasn't sure for a long time.

‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ So I've been deliberating.

‐ Oh, my God, you're so smart‐‐

using the word "deliberating"
at 10.

‐ I just like the idea
of someone looking after us.

‐ Mm‐hmm, well,
I'm looking after us, so...

‐ No, I know.

You know, it was like
when Luke was really ill...

‐ Mm.
‐ When he nearly died.

I'm not sure what bits
I actually remember

and what bits
you told me since,

but one thing I do
definitely remember

was Granddad
at the table praying.

He was praying really hard,

begging God to save Luke.

He was trying not to cry.

And it worked.

Luke survived, didn't he?

Against all the odds,
he got better.

‐ Luke got
the right treatment, love.

You seeing Granddad pray,
then Luke getting better,

that's not cause and effect.

‐ But it did make Granddad
feel more hopeful.

‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ Maybe his attitude

made you feel more hopeful.

Maybe that helped your decision
about Luke's treatment.

Maybe that's how God works.
‐ Yes, maybe.

I don't know.
Maybe it is, yeah.

‐ You won't tell everyone,

will you?
‐ Mm‐mm.

‐ I don't want it
to be a thing,

like Luke's veganism
is a thing.

I don't want to have to talk
about it all the time.

‐ Deal.

Come here.
I love you.

‐ I love you, too.

But I will talk about it
with you,

now I know you won't
burn me at the stake.

‐ Spoilsport.

What am I, a ducking stool?

We could set one up
at the lido.

Night.

‐ Night, Dad.

‐ Mmm.

‐ What's that, then, Luke?

‐ Mushroom and lentil loaf.

‐ You should try a bit, Jim.

‐ I'm all right
with the sausages, I think.

‐ I had lentils once.

‐ Life is a constant
white‐knuckle adventure

for you, isn't it, Mum?

‐ I'm just gonna get
some more wine.

‐ Who invented sausages?

‐ Was it the Egyptians?
‐ Nope, don't think so.

Or the Romans?
Or the Chinese?

‐ Oh, my God.

‐ Mum.
‐ Hmm?

‐ It's okay. You don't need
to be ashamed.

I mean, maybe a bit

because you're really
shoveling that in.

But not everyone can manage
going vegan.

‐ I wanted to support you.

‐ I don't need you to.

Thank you for trying.

‐ I'm so sorry, it's been
really bad for me.

I feel very weird lately.

‐ Have some more meat.
‐

‐ Hey.
‐ Yeah?

‐ Get yourself
a pregnancy test.

‐ What?
‐ Seriously.

‐ He looks like
a sausage himself,

about to burst‐‐

a sausage in a jumpsuit.

‐ It's very nice
to have you back, Keeley.

‐ Thanks, Jim.

Tony really needs me
now Mum's gone.

He's not managing.

‐ We were sorry
to hear about your mum.

‐ See, Paul?
What'd I tell you?

We're all dropping like flies.

We've said we can't be
the kids' guardians anymore.

‐ What does that mean?

‐ Fuck's sake, Dad.
‐ What?

Why do we need guardians?

‐ It's if your mum
and dad die,

we'd look after you.

Except we won't now.
Then who will?

‐ Is everyone dying?
No!

‐ No, it's a daft legal
precaution, like in a will.

Everyone's supposed to do it,

but we are not planning
on dying.

‐ Obviously, but if
there was a crash‐‐

‐ Jim!

‐ You could be guardian,
Keeley.

You've got no children.
‐ Jim, again!

‐ Maybe she didn't
want any kids.

‐ Good God.
‐ No, I wanted them.

It just never happened.

‐ I'm so sorry.
‐ No, it's okay.

‐ No, it's really not.
Sorry, Kee.

‐ It's all right.
No one needs to be sorry.

‐ Do I need to be sorry?
Right, you lot.

I can't hold this in
any longer.

I have a gift
for my granddaughter.

‐ Oh, cheers.
‐ A little bird told me

some wonderful news.

For my darling girl,

the family Bible.

Been in the Worsley family
since 1986.

‐ Christ on a bike.
And now it's yours.

‐ She's fine, Mum.

‐ Thank you.
‐ A Bible?

‐ Fuck's sake, Mum.
She doesn't need that, really.

It's not
the Bronze Age anymore.

We've gone beyond bronze.
We've got Kevlar now.

Anyway, she's already got
all the Harry Potters.

Ava.

Ava.

Excuse me.

‐ What?

‐ You're supposed to knock.

‐ No, actually, I'm not.
I own this house.

‐ So I'm from the Bronze Age,
am I?

‐ Oh, look.

I didn't mean it.

I‐I was honestly

trying to stop you from being
the center of attention.

‐ You told Granny
and Granddad?

‐ Yes, sorry.
It came up.

‐ I don't want
to be laughed at.

This is serious.
‐ No one is laughing.

‐ Luke was laughing.

‐ Luke was laughing.
That's true.

‐ What if he tells everyone?
‐ He won't.

‐ No, he won't.

‐ I'm sorry
that I embarrassed you, really.

We still mates?

‐ Yeah, we're still mates.

‐ Good.

Come on, let's go downstairs.

‐ Thanks.
‐ You're welcome, babe.

‐ I'm still a bit shaky.

‐ Well, it can't be
low blood sugar.

You ate the best part
of a pig's thigh.

‐ Yeah, I was a shit vegan,
wasn't I?

‐ You were never a vegan.
‐

‐ Luke's done really well,
though.

‐ Yeah.

I've got one vegan kid
and one religious kid.

We're like the Kardashians.

‐ You know, it does drive me
slightly mad

that we can't just make them do
what we want anymore.

‐ Yeah.

‐ You're hot.
‐ You know it, baby.

‐ No, I mean, you're actually
sweaty, burny hot.

‐ Nice.

Morning, all.
‐ Hey.

‐ How do you fancy
coming with me

to get some proper milk?
‐ And bacon.

‐ Come on.

‐ Okay.

‐ 40 at the least.
‐ Yeah.

‐ I'm very proud
that you're so thoughtful.

‐ Thanks.

‐ And I'm jealous,
'cause I'm so cynical.

‐ You just pretend to be.
‐

Oi.

Should we go in?

‐ Really?

‐ Yeah, just for a bit.

‐ ♪ This little light
of mine ♪

‐ Come.

‐ ♪ Ooh ♪

‐ Who'd have guessed
that I'd be going into a church

with my daughter?

‐ God.
‐ Yeah, all right.

Don't get cute.

‐ ♪ This little light
of mine ♪

♪ I'm gonna let it shine ♪

♪ Let it shine,
let it shine, let it shine ♪

‐
Holy fuck.

‐ ♪ This little light
of mine ♪

♪ I'm gonna let it shine ♪

♪ This little light of mine ♪

♪ I'm gonna let it shine ♪

♪ This little

♪ I'm gonna let it shine ♪

♪ Let it shine, let it shine,
let it shine ♪