All language subtitles for Life.Is.Sweet.1990.INTERNAL.RERIP.REMASTERED.720p.Bluray.x264-USURY

All right, Suzie. Ready?

Just move a little bit that way, darlin'.
That's it.

Okay. After four.

One, two, three, four.

Stretch!

Yeah!

Round! Stretch!

♪ You make me feel so happy

- That's a good girl, Lucy.
- ♪ You make me feel so good

- ♪ You make me feel like dancing
- One, two, three, stretch.

- One, two, three. One, two, three, four.
- ♪ And I'm losing control

- Round! Smile!
- ♪ You make me feel electric...

And one, two, cha-cha.

One, two, cha-cha-cha.
Very good.

Doing well. And again.
One, two, three, stretch!

One, two, three, four.

- ♪ Happy, happy, happy holidays...
- Get your legs up!

Stretch right up.

Like you're stretching for sweets
on the top shelf. Cha-cha-cha.

Very good.
Come on. One, two.

Whoo!
Come on, enjoy yourselves.

Right.
Hands on your hips like that.

Yeah, that's it.
And the other one.

Now wave with both hands. Right?

That's it.

Very good. Come on, Laurie.
You can be leader now.

Right out here.
Keep to the edges. That's right.

Let's have a bit
of a bum swing from you.

Above your heads.
Come on. Hands up.

Swing those bums. That's it.

And you're doing that,
cleaning your mum's windows.

All right? And then you see
your best friend,

so you're shouting out,
"Hi, it's me! I'm here!"

- Say, "Hi! Hi!"
- Hi!

- Say, "It's me!"
- It's me!

- "I'm here!"
- I'm here!

- "Gimme a five-pound note!"
- Gimme a five-pound note!

- "I wanna go spend it on sweets!"
- I wanna go spend it on sweets!

I thought that'd get you smiling.
I thought you'd like that.

Come on, who's gonna be
the leader now, then?

Right, come on, then.
Time to go home.

Not too much of a rush.
I don't want you tripping over.

Right, get your coats
and shoes outside as usual.

Do you want to put
your little cardigan on, Suzie?

Put it on, cos you might
get a little chill.

Got your sleeves inside out.
Get your coats, now!

If you can't reach your bags,
I'll get them down.

Put your cardie on.
Hope your headache's better soon.

- All right, bye, darlin'.
- My bag's next door.

Your bag's next door?
All right, don't worry.

Whose is the green coat?

- Innit hot?
- Gorgeous.

Tell you what, Andy,
you're lucky I'm not in the hospital.

What?

That door swung back,
nearly took me leg off again.

- It's the hinge, innit?
- Yeah.

- It's that catch. It's gone.
- I'll have a look at it later.

It's lethal.

Oh, I wish you'd do something
with this porch.

- I will do.
- It's embarrassing!

Just got to get the rest
of the timber.

Andy, you've been saying that
for two years.

Take these boards up to here,
bang a trellis on the outside,

slap white paint on it, get some
creepers growing, it'll look lovely.

I don't want trellis.
It'll look like a Chinese restaurant.

- That'll be nice.
- Hello!

- Shut that door. It's freezing.
- You've finished, have you?

- No, I'm still in the bath.
- Wouldn't surprise me.

- Made a mess, have you?
- No!

- No!
- Oh, hello.

- All right?
- Where you been?

- Town.
- Hello, Nat.

- What you been doing?
- Shopping.

- Want a little sandwich, Andy?
- Yeah. What you got?

- Cheesie-toastie?
- Lovely.

I've still got me glasses on.
Thought I was going blind.

- Here you are.
- Ta-da! Chocolate!

- You're a chocoholic.
- You are.

I could give it up tomorrow,
no trouble.

- You want coffee?
- No, thanks.

Please.

- Want a little sandwich, Nat?
- Yeah.

- You want a pickle?
- Course I want pickle.

Gonna get out there this afternoon,
finish off that patio.

- Don't give me a heart attack!
- I will. Make a start.

- What you get, Nat?
- A shirt.

- This it?
- Yeah.

- Can I have a look?
- If you want to.

- It's nice.
- It's all right, innit?

- Yeah.
- Why do you always get a man's?

- Cos I like 'em.
- Suits me. Thanks a lot, Nat.

- Funny man.
- It's not for me?

- No, it's not for you.
- Shame. Thought me luck had changed.

You should get a nice blouse.
Short sleeves.

- Show yourself off a bit.
- Shut up.

- Well?
- Don't listen to her.

Nat? Did you get me those fags?

- No.
- Why not?

I told you, you wanna smoke,
get your own fags.

- Well, could you lend me some money?
- How much?

- A tenner.
- What's it for?

- All right, a fiver.
- What do you want it for?

- Mind your own business.
- Suit yourself.

- You'll be charging interest next.
- Yeah, it's a good idea.

Capitalist.

- When d'you you get that?
- This morning. It's all right, innit?

No. Looks like a tea towel.

Yeah, I was quite pleased
with it meself.

- Andy, guess what?
- What?

I woke up this morning,
I felt a little bit whatsit, you know,

and I thought to meself, "Oh, blimey,
don't tell me I'm in the family way."

- Jesus Christ!
- What's "family way" supposed to mean?

- You know what it means.
- No.

- I know what pregnant means.
- You don't half talk some rubbish!

- Well, silly little sayings.
- Oh, shut up!

You shut up.

I was lying there,
and I thought to meself,

"Oh, I'd love another little baby."

- You're too old to have a baby, ain't you?
- Course not.

You may not be. I am.
You wouldn't see me for dust!

Oh, don't, Andy, don't be rotten.

Typical man!

- What do you know about men?
- Enough.

Anyway, I thought to meself,
"Never mind,

"I'll just have to wait
till I'm a grandma."

- You're gonna have a long wait.
- Yeah.

- Eh?
- Who'd want them?

Oh, that's nice!

Stick a couple of paper bags
over their heads.

Might be able to flog 'em off cheap,
sight unseen.

- I'm not gonna waste my life.
- No? Whatcha doing now, then?

Contributing a great deal, aren't you,
sitting around all day?

- I'm thinking about it.
- Thinking about it, that's the easy bit.

- It's doing it that's difficult.
- Bollocks!

Nicola!

Shame, though, innit? They were
such lovely little dolly whatsits,

sitting there
in their matching little outfits.

My little Natalie and my little Nicola.

- And now look at 'em.
- Oh, get the sick buckets!

And when you have a bath, Nicola,

don't leave the towels
on the bathroom floor, stinkin' wet!

- Here we go.
- How many times have I got to tell you?

It's just two simple
little movements...

down and up,
and pop it on the towel rail.

Don't be patronising!

And I won't tell you again
about using my cotton-wool balls.

- Don't be so selfish.
- Why do you want two baths a day?

- Are you taking their side now?
- I'm not taking anyone's side.

- I'm just asking you a simple question.
- Yeah, well, don't!

- Here you are, And.
- Oh, cheers.

- Here you are, Nat.
- Ta.

Don't light that cigarette, Nicola.
We're eating.

Don't eat.

It's lunchtime.
That's what you do at lunchtime, eat.

What's lunchtime, anyway?
It's only a convention.

Nicola, if you want to smoke
while we're eating, go to your room.

If you smoked less and ate more,
you wouldn't be looking like a skeleton.

It's better than looking
like a beached whale.

Oh, thank you!

Anyway, your dad likes something
to grab hold of, of a night.

- What, blubber?
- No.

Me little love handles. Ha-ha!

We got a set each, haven't we, Andy?

Oh, you're disgusting.

Oh, shut up!

Those sandwiches stink.

If you don't like it,
you know what you can do.

- Yeah, well, I'm going.
- Good!

- Well, go on, then.
- In a minute.

Can't go, Can ya?

- What's keeping you, Nicola, eh?
- She's bored.

See, you want to be with us,
so why don't you just act normal?

- Andy?
- What?

How about having a go
at the patio today? Please?

- Not today, Wen.
- Why not?

- Gonna rain, innit?
- Don't look like rain to me.

I don't wanna get me sand
and cement out and have it piss down.

Have a go at the bathroom.
Finish off me tiling.

- Could do.
- Really?

Hang on. Hang on.

- What?
- Ain't got no grout.

- Oh, typical!
- I can get you grout.

- Eh?
- From work.

- Today?
- Not today, it's Sunday. Tomorrow.

Waterproof grout?

Course it's gonna be waterproof grout,
it's for a bathroom.

There's grout
and there's waterproof grout.

Allow me to know!

Just make sure
you get waterproof grout.

Don't panic.
I'll get you waterproof grout.

Great. I'll do it next weekend.

Ha! Can I have that in writing, please?

I have to say, Wen,
this lamb is delicious.

Is it? Good. And the tiles are
in the cupboard under the stairs, right?

- Nice and pink. Beautiful, innit?
- Yeah, it's nice.

- Are you eating yours, missus?
- What's it to you?

- She cooked it, that's what it is to her!
- Shut up, Goody Two-Shoes!

What's it like in the first-class
dining compartment, then?

If I choose to eat in my own space,
that's my prerogative, right?

Do you want a glass
of low-calorie H2O?

Just leave her alone.

Oh, there she goes.

- It's the Year of the Horse.
- Eh?

- Chinese.
- Oh, yeah? Want some more?

- Yeah.
- You want some?

Yeah, go on, then.
Cut me a nice, big, juicy slice.

I like mine nice and juicy!

Mother!

Nah, you can't rush him.

Yeah, he's happy going
at that speed, isn't he?

Yeah.
Dead slow and stop.

It's the door!

- Well, answer it!
- It's that Patsy bloke.

- Open the door, Nicola!
- No, I don't know him.

- Course you know him!
- Go on, I've got wet hands.

- So?
- Nicola, you're an awkward cow.

Don't be sexist!

- Hello, Patsy.
- Hello, Wendy.

All right?

Sorry to bother you on a Sunday,
like, but, uh...

- I was wondering if Andy was in.
- Yeah.

Only I was hoping to catch him
down in the boozer, like,

but I got a bit held up.

Oh, yeah?

Had to go down
and see me old mum.

Oh, did you? Yeah, he's down
the bottom of the garden.

- Oh...
- Do you wanna see him?

Yeah, all right.

- Here. Come in, then.
- Thanks very much. Terrific.

Hello, girls.

Hello, boys!

Hang on a minute.

Patsy's here!

- What?
- Patsy!

There he is. I'll just slip out
and see him, if that's all right.

Yeah, that's all right.
Go on.

- Watch yourself on that little step.
- What? Ooh!

That's the one, yeah.

Oh, don't!

- Andrew!
- Hello, Patsy. How are you?

Christ, he's in a right state.

He's had about ten pints.
Good job he's been banned from driving.

Nice hairstyle.

I'll bet his wife
did those little streaks.

She must've got one of them
3.99 kits from the chemist.

- What did you let him in for?
- What was I supposed to do?

Fascist!

Tell you what, though.
I wouldn't trust him.

I wouldn't trust anyone
wearing a suit like that.

They cost about 300 quid,
them suits, you know?

- What's he do, anyway?
- He don't do anything. He's unemployed.

Lay me hands on anything in here,
you name it.

Bit of old rope,
Christmas tree, guitar.

- The old one-armed guitar player, eh?
- Yeah. I'm gonna fix it up.

Put a new neck on it,
new set of strings.

Basically, it's a good box.

♪ Mothers, don't let your children
grow up to be cowboys... ♪

Listen, Andy, you wanna get
out of the house for a while?

"Hello, my friend." I love 'em.

She can't stand 'em.
Won't let 'em through the door.

I got two of 'em.
Car boot sale.

Twins.

Yeah, you got 20 minutes, have ya?

- What for?
- I've got something for you.

Whatever it is, I swear to God
I can't afford it. I'm broke.

Andrew...

I am inviting you to accompany me

to a certain place where
I'm gonna show you something.

Where? What is it?

I am not prepared
to reveal that at this stage.

- Why not?
- It's a surprise.

What is this?

- Come on. Do us a favour.
- Give us a clue.

No. Schtum is the word.

If you don't go, you'll never know.
Be there or be square.

Nah.

All right. Suit yourself.

- See you in a minute.
- How long are you gonna be?

- Be right back.
- Where are you going?

- Dunno!
- Where you taking him, Patsy?

Don't worry, Wendy.
A little magical mystery tour.

- Andy, still got your hat on.
- Blimey. Catch.

- Sure you two haven't got a woman?
- What, with my luck?

What, with a beautiful girl like you?

Heard it all before.
See you later.

See you later!

- Dad!
- What?

- Get us 20 Silk Cut?
- Get your own.

Selfish pig!

- It's nice and hot.
- It's a bit bright, innit?

That's it.

That's right.

Come on, get in.

What, can't get it in the hole?

- Shut up.
- Do you have to?

Relax, Andy. Relax.

- Oh. Hi, Natalie.
- It's Nicola.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.
I brought a pineapple.

- What for?
- For your mum. You know?

Oh.

Do you want to come in?

Yeah. Thanks very much.

- Shut the door.
- Oh, yeah.

There you go.

- Nobody in?
- No.

You want to sit down?

Yeah. Yeah, thanks very much.

So, Andrew, what do you think?

I think it's a load of old crap,
that's what I think.

- What's the matter with it?
- Look at the state of it.

A coat of paint!
You're looking at the future, mate.

This could be the catalyst
that sparks a revolution.

- This is what you've always wanted!
- Like I want a hole in the head.

This is your chance
to break out of the rat race.

Ooh!

- We should get a cat.
- Eh?

Get another cat like Tigger.

- What, a little kitten?
- Yeah.

Nah.

I don't want a moggy
scratching all me furniture.

- Why? Do you want a cat?
- No.

I don't know why I said it, really.

Could get a big Rottweiler.
Then it might eat Nicola. Ha-ha!

That's a good idea.

That's one way of getting rid of her.

Should get a crocodile.

My hair's falling out.

- Well, stop pulling it, then.
- It still falls out.

- It's really nice hair.
- You taking the piss?

No. I mean it.

- I'm sincere.
- Bollocks.

- You're a really attractive girl, you know?
- No, I'm not.

I'm too fat.

Fat? What is fat?

It's all in the mind.

Do you want to put it down?

Yeah.

I think it's on the turn.

I didn't want to waste it.

I had a few ideas, but...
you know?

Why didn't you eat it?

Great knees.

Look at this, rust everywhere.

There you go,
lightning striking a cup of tea.

It's falling apart.
Strong wind, roof'll come off.

Here, have a look inside.

I'm not going in there.
I value my health too much.

- No. Feel free.
- No way.

Phew! Ripe, innit?

It's just a bit musty.
Needs a bit of air through it.

I'm betting something died in here.
You sure this is on the level, Patsy?

Course it is!
Belongs to my brother.

Ha-ha! Look, the old griddle.

Ah, there she is. Beautiful.

- Haven't seen those in a while.
- She's still in good nick.

- You must be joking. It's fucked, innit?
- It's got everything you need in here.

I'm making a tea, Nicola.
Do you want one?

- Oh, hello, Aubrey!
- Hello, Wendy.

What are you doing here?

- I brought you a pineapple.
- Did you? Oh.

Oh, innit a big one?
Andy's not here.

- He's just popped out.
- Yeah?

- How long you been here?
- Oh, 15-20 minutes.

- Oh, you haven't, Aubrey?
- Straight up.

- Nicola!
- What?

Why didn't you tell me?
You knew I was out back.

- No, I never.
- Yes, you did.

- Are you calling me a liar?
- Yes, I am.

- I thought you'd gone for a walk.
- Don't be so stupid!

I've never been for a walk
in me life, have I?

- Sorry about this, Aubrey.
- No sweat.

Come have a sit in the garden.
Take your coat off.

- Get the sun.
- She's a nice girl.

Yeah, with her head in a bucket!

Look at that, brilliant.
Tell you what, mate.

I'll let you have these comestibles
for nothing.

I promise you, Andy,
you go down White Hart Lane

on a Saturday for the home games,
a man of your skills.

Couple hundred burgers,
you'll make a fortune, I'm telling you.

Excuse me, guv'nor.
I'll have four hamburgers,

three egg burgers,
a sausage roll with onions,

a bacon-egg-and-cheese roll,
a tea, a Bovril and a large vodka.

Sold to the man with the beard!

I have to admit, Patsy, I am tempted.

♪ No...

♪ No regrets

♪ No, no regret rien... ♪

Oh, yeah, that's right.
I remember, yeah.

- She sang it in French.
- Yeah, she was from France.

- She was thin.
- She was thin, she was French.

- Dead now, isn't she?
- Yeah, she was a prostitute.

- So?
- Shut up.

- The Sparrow.
- Yeah, the Little Sparrow. That's right.

You all set, Aubrey?
Got all your menus printed up?

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, good.

- No, I haven't, actually.
- Blimey. When do you open?

- Tuesday.
- That only gives you a couple of days.

How is everyone meant to know
what they want to eat?

- They might not want to eat.
- Here we go.

- Don't be stupid, it's a restaurant.
- So?

- It's all right if they don't want to.
- See?

- They can bask in the atmosphere.
- You won't make much profit that way!

- No mangiare, no sweat.
- That's daft.

- No, it isn't.
- Parisian.

- Don't they eat in Paris, then?
- Good one.

Seven.

- Two-fifty.
- I'll come down to six.

- Make it 300.
- Five-fifty.

I'll give you 300 now
and 50 when I've checked out the gear.

- Five hundred.
- Four hundred.

- Four-fifty.
- Four twenty-five.

- All right, done.
- Right.

- It's a deal.
- Cheers.

- Get her unhooked.
- Hang on. Drop the wheel.

- There you go.
- And... up!

Hey, how about that?
Sweet as a nut.

- Genius.
- Just get parked up. Be right back.

Off you go.

On, Andy.

Ta-da! What do you think?

Oh, Andy, you haven't?

She loves it, Patsy. Look at it.

Mobile gold mine.
I can feel it in me water.

- Andy, you're joking me!
- I'm not, I promise.

- God's truth. No word of a lie.
- Have you bought it?

- Yeah. Good, innit?
- No.

- What do you reckon?
- Not much.

- Andy, it's a heap of rubbish!
- What do you mean?

- Look at it!
- Got character, innit?

- Oh, Andy...
- I love it!

- It's disgusting!
- Eh?

- It's ecologically unsound.
- You're ecologically unsound.

Bollocks!

- What you reckon, Nat?
- It's embarrassing.

Eh? Nah. You and me,
soon get it licked into shape.

You must be joking.

It's all rusty!

No, Wendy. That is just
superficial. Know what I mean?

Bit of treatment, nice coat of paint,
come up lovely.

- This is you, isn't it?
- Eh?

Oh, Patsy!

Er... Excuse me, mate.
If you don't mind.

What? Oh, yeah. Cool.

Innit great, Aub?

Yeah, yeah. It's, er...

The possibilities are, er...
You know?

Yeah. It's all there.
The works. All you need.

Where are you gonna keep it?
Cos you're not keeping it here.

- I'll get a lock-up or something.
- Andy...

I'll be right with you, mate.
Just get me whatsit.

Andy!

- What's going on, Patsy?
- Nothing.

How much
is he paying you for it, then?

Well, that is not for me to say, Wendy.

- You're behaving like a big kid.
- Don't be cheeky.

- All right, Patsy.
- Andy, where are you going?

- Ten minutes.
- Where are you going?

- I'll be right back.
- Andy?

- What's he doing?
- He's getting conned.

As usual.

Oh, blimey!

Aubrey, you all right?

Oh, blimey!

- I thought you'd copped it.
- It sort of went up on me there.

There's no - whatsit - legs under
there, is there? Have a cup of tea.

- Jackpot.
- There you go, mate.

Thanks very much, Andy.
All right, see you through the week.

- Don't you want a lift?
- Nah, I've got to go see me old mum.

- All right.
- Know what I mean?

Cheers. All the best.

To be honest,
it's worth far more

in scrap value alone
than what I paid for it.

So what did you pay
for it, then?

Well, what I done...

- It depends what you mean by...
- He's not cracking on, Aubrey.

- No, I know what I'm doing.
- Ha! Could've fooled me.

I hope you didn't pay
more than ten quid for it.

I paid more than ten quid for it,
but it's an investment.

- Tory!
- What do you think, Aubrey?

- Yeah, mate.
- Er, it's...

- Now, be honest.
- Yeah. Gilt-edged, you know?

- See? Aubrey knows the game.
- Can't go wrong.

Ronald McDonald had to start
somewhere, didn't he?

Blimey, it's old Big Mac
sittin' here. Look.

When are we gonna see
your restaurant, Aub?

- Whenever you like.
- Have a little nose?

Yeah, before you open,
if you want any advice.

He wants it to be a success, Dad.

- Shut up.
- Yeah.

I'd love you to see
my restaurant.

Don't get me wrong, I'm confident.
In fact, I'm mega-confident.

- Are you?
- I just haven't any outside input.

- We could go now, Wen.
- Yeah, all right.

- He might want to stay here.
- What's he wanna stay here for?

- Cos!
- He can do what he likes.

We can go now. Yeah.

Cool. Wow!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Great!

Just give us a minute
to powder me nose.

- Hey!
- Andy, what are you doing?

- What?
- We've seen it all before.

- He's fallen in the water.
- Prat!

- Boring git!
- Shut up.

- You'll break a leg one of these days.
- You all night, Andy?

Yeah, mate.
Just mucking about.

Ha-ha! Whoo! Aubrey!

Oh, blimey!
I thought we were gonna take off!

- I'll have to let you out.
- I've got no handle.

- I have to come around.
- Great, Aub!

- Andy, I thought we were gonna fly.
- Did you?

- Enjoy the joyride?
- I can't get out.

- Fantastic, innit? Look, Wen.
- Innit posh?

- "Tres exclusive."
- Innit nice, Andy?

- Yeah, great. A good look, innit?
- I like the lamps.

That's where you're gonna
keep the menus, is it?

- I can't find the key, though.
- You need a key, Aub.

What is it?

Oh, it's a little pet cat, look.

- A dead moggy!
- Ah, bless him.

Yeah, fantastic, innit?
I was gonna put this up here.

- Oh, you can't.
- Not in a restaurant, Aubrey.

- Put people off their food.
- No, it'll smell.

See, what I'm going for here is, erm...

...the street, er, the war.

And I got these accordions
from a car boot sale,

and I'm gonna stick 'em up here.

They are going to represent
the, er... music of Paree.

- Do they work, Aubrey?
- No, they're knackered.

- Got the three of 'em for £17.50.
- They saw you coming, mate!

And the birdcages, I'll hang 'em up
all over the ceiling.

You got a load of 'em, haven't ya?

They are gonna, er, symbolise...

- ...the Sparrow.
- I like the bike.

- Oh, yeah! Innit novel?
- It's brilliant, isn't it?

- The old onion seller.
- That's in the wrong place.

Oh, blimey!

- Is this the original French article?
- Yeah, yeah.

Ha-ha!

No, it was me dad's, actually.
It was in the shed.

Isn't that nice, Andy? He would've
been proud of you, Aubrey.

I don't think he would've cared less,
Wendy.

He was a nasty old bastard.

Here, look at this.

- You've got a fish tank!
- That's good, innit?

- Oh, yeah.
- Ha! I thought they were real!

So did I! The fish look
a bit humpty, don't they?

- Water's murky, innit?
- I'll put a couple lobsters in there.

People can choose 'em,
and I'm gonna cook 'em à la minute.

So where are you
gonna put your prawns?

Prawn.

- Is that all? Just one?
- King prawn.

Oh, sorry.

Anywhere you like, Wendy.
You know?

It's all a matter of what picture
you wanna paint.

- You having all black plates?
- Yeah. Great canvas.

What's the sauce
you're using there, Aub?

Basically,
jam blended with orange juice.

- Orange juice.
- What's that white stuff? Cream?

- Fromage frais, innit?
- Yogurt.

- Is it?
- You'll find fromage frais will bubble.

It needn't.

I achieve this effect by, uh, gently...

easing, teasing, and squeezing.

Oh, don't be so dirty!

Till you've got
a nice symmetrical circle.

Then we, uh, chisel in the pattern

with the end of a knife,
and it's ready to set.

- Looks nice, though, Andy.
- Your grill's in a bit of a state, Aubrey.

Is it? Oh, yeah.
The girl can deal with all that.

When they starting, then, your girls?

The dogsbody tomorrow,
the waitress on Tuesday.

- Oh, right.
- Great team.

- Ah, I love your little candles.
- Bistro effect, innit?

They're great, aren't they? I've been
trying to get them all the same length...

but I keep forgetting
to blow 'em out, you know,

and I have to start all over again.

I've been through 12 boxes this week.

- Ah, that'll be your first little booking!
- Here we go.

Hello. The Regret Rien.

Oh, hi, Hilary. How are ya?

You in the starting blocks,
raring to go? Great.

You what?

Hang on a minute.

Say that again.

- State of this place.
- Aw. Shame, innit?

- I don't think he'll be ready, you know?
- You wanna see the ladies' toilet.

- Still, all credit to him.
- Bless him, yeah.

- Puts the old caravan in perspective.
- Andy, please don't remind me!

What do you mean?

I don't want it sitting there
for two years, blocking me view.

No, this has inspired me.

I want to get back, get down to work,
get stuck in.

Oh, pigs might fly!

Fuck you!

- What's up, mate?
- Nothing.

- Do you want a cigar, Andy?
- No, thanks. I don't use 'em.

- Wendy, would you like a liqueur?
- No, ta, no. I'm fine.

- Who was that, then?
- My waitress.

- What, the big girl? The Aussie?
- Yeah. No, Kiwi.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Gotta laugh, don't you?

- What's the matter, then?
- She's, uh...

- ...let me down, you know?
- How do you mean?

She's going away with her boyfriend.

- When?
- Today. She phoned from Heathrow.

- Where's she going?
- Flippin' Prague!

Oh!

- Oh, that's not right.
- That's not on, mate.

- No. Sorry.
- Great, innit?

You give someone a break,
a chance to better themselves,

an opportunity to enter
into a brave new venture.

And what do they do?
Piss off to Poland!

That's typical Aussie, innit? Travelers.

Students.

- It's Czechoslovakia, innit, Prague?
- Yeah. Is it?

Yeah.

It's all right, I can cope.
I could do it on me own.

- No, you can't.
- Yes, I can!

I've come this far so far solo.
I can go the whole hog.

I can wait on table.
I can do that.

I'm not proud.
They can eat in the fuckin' kitchen!

Aubrey, calm down.
What you've gotta do...

get on to an agency,
get a waitress over here

to cover you till you get sorted out.

- Yeah. You need that little support.
- That's right.

It's all right, Andy, Wendy.
Everything's hunky-dory. Cool.

I'm in complete control.

If ever I see her again,

I'll stick a knife in her guts.

I'll slice her face off. You know?

Aub, Aub, Aub! Jesus Christ!
Don't the neighbours complain?

- Me eardrums! Please!
- Oh, dear.

Sorry. Sorry. Got overexcited.

I am so grateful. Thank you.

Really, from the deepest part
of my heart, thank you.

- Aubrey, shut up, right?
- No, I'm sincere.

Listen, you're in trouble,
and I'm helping you out.

Cos that's what friends are for.
That's right, isn't it, Andy?

- It's amazing!
- But you haven't done bar work.

No, but I'm confident, I can have a go.

- Have you ever been a waitress?
- No.

But I've been waiting on you
all these years, so?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- I think Wendy will be a natural.

- She's got such grace and charm.
- Thank you, Aubrey.

Excuse me. Are we talking
about the same girl?

Don't be rotten!

- Listen, what have I got to wear?
- Black. Waitress uniform.

What, little French maid's outfit?
Whoo!

Hey, Andy, look at his face. Ha-ha!

No. Anything you like,
Wendy, you know?

Comme gi, comme ça.
Come casual.

What,
skirt-and-blouse type of thing?

- Yeah, great.
- See if you've got anything in pink.

Shut up, you.
Listen, aren't you gonna pay me?

- Oh, yeah.
- How much?

- £25 a week.
- What?

- You're joking me.
- Leave it out.

What time's that flight to Prague?

- Yeah, we'll be on it.
- No, no, no. You don't understand.

That's just the basic,
for the paperwork, the tax man.

- How do you mean?
- You keep all your tips, that's 12.5 percent.

If you don't get at least £100,
I'll make up the difference.

- That's not bad.
- That'll go towards the holiday.

I don't want to talk about money anyway.
Have what you like, £1,000 a week!

All right. You're on.

- You know what I mean.
- Is this your passion pit?

Oh, yeah. This is where
he brings all the girls.

This is the only room I've had decorated.

Nice, though, innit?
This is what I call a proper boys' room.

Great bed. Orthopaedic.
Three hundred pounds.

How many does it hold?

Oh, careful, Aub!

- Oh, dear me.
- Aubrey!

- You all right, mate?
- You coming up for air?

Thought I'd lost that.

Were you looking for fivers
down there?

No, all I'm saying, Andy,

is I think you made
a big mistake, that's all.

Little beauty, isn't she?

I mean, if you'd got yourself
a bank loan

and bought a really decent van,
that's one thing, but buying this?

- You're throwing good money after bad.
- Have we got any bin bags?

Look at all this. It's rubbish.

What d'you think I want the bin bags for?
Of course it's rubbish!

It's all rubbish. That's why I want
to get this lot cleared out.

Then I can see what I've got.

Sorry, I can't get any enthusiasm for it.

I know you can't. It's obvious.

To be honest,
I'd appreciate it if you could.

- Could do with a bit of moral support.
- You have to get a license.

- What?
- And I tell you what...

If you park this on someone else's pitch,
you'll get yourself duffed over.

- I can look after meself.
- Can you?

Ever seen those hot dog fellas?
They're all like that.

Don't know what you're talking about.

- Lipstick's a bit bright, Nat.
- Oh, very amusing.

- Where are you going?
- Drink.

- Have one for me.
- Staying in?

- Yeah.
- He's got to save up now.

- Pay for this heap of whatsit.
- So long as he's happy.

That's right, Nat.
Thanks a lot. Much appreciated.

- It's all right.
- Going in, I'm freezing.

Tell you what, Andy,
hope it don't rain tonight.

You'll need your snorkel in here
in the morning. Ha-ha!

- I think she likes it, don't you?
- Yeah, she's over the moon.

- See ya.
- See ya.

Have a good time.

- She thought she was gonna get lucky.
- I did.

- Another shot, Nat.
- Another shot.

Very flash.

Two hundred pounds?

On, Andy.

You're not paying him anymore, right?

Look, do you want me to carry on
doing my brain in

at that bloody place
for the rest of my life?

- Of course I don't.
- Right.

So I'll give it a go at weekends,

and if it works out,
I'll jack in the day job.

Andy, you can't jack in your day job
without something definite to go to.

On a bank holiday weekend,
I could make... what?

Two? Two and a half thousand quid?

Oh, Andy!
You're just a big softy, you are.

Who's to say?
It's a risk, I admit that.

But it's a risk worth taking, innit?

I suppose if worst came to worst,
we could go on our holidays in it.

That's right.
Reconvert it into an ordinary caravan.

Stick a couple of bunk beds in it.

Have a little bunk-up.

Oh, yes, please.

Hey, how about... how about...

"Orthopaedic.
Five hundred quid, you know?"

Bouncing up and down on his bed.

- "Orthopaedic, you know?"
- "Orthopaedic, you know?"

Ah.

You wanna watch out
for Aubrey in that kitchen.

He'll come up behind you
with a cucumber.

I don't think it'd be a cucumber
he'd be coming up behind me with.

It might be you fancy him.

Oh, you're joking.
I'm not that desperate.

Ah, bless him.

I feel sorry for him, actually.

He's not a bad bloke, Aubrey.

- What are you doing?
- What?

Mm, I like it. Do it again.

I'm not doing anything. I'm not.

Go on, then.

- Has Nicola come to bed yet?
- Yeah, I think so.

I'll tell you what, Andy.

She gets me
in a right state, that girl.

I heard meself shouting at her
this morning,

and I thought, "This isn't me."

I don't recognize meself, you know?
It's horrible.

- Good job they're not identical.
- Blimey, yeah.

Oh, I used to think...

it'd be so nice to go
to discos together and...

bring their boyfriends home.

Oh, well. There you go.

Buttered muffins.

What?

All right, my friend?

Don't run!

More colour.

Chop, chop!

- You happy in your work, chef?
- Over the moon, mate.

Someone's got to do it. In this case,
it happens to be you. Ha-ha!

Yeah, cos you are a little chunker.

You're a little chunker.
You've got two little chunky cheeks.

And you've got two little chunky legs
and you're lovely, yeah.

You're gonna grow up to be a boxer.
A big boxer. Or a wrestler.

And I bet you're just like your dad, eh?

- Are you just like your daddy?
- Do you have anything in navy?

Navy, yeah.
Listen, take no notice of me.

I get carried away
cos mine are grown up.

- I don't want any pastels.
- No. That's right, yeah.

Cos you are going to a wedding.
A little bird told me, yeah.

So let's have a look what we've got.
Now, there's that little outfit.

That's French,
but that's a bit girly, isn't it?

- He needs something more sophisticated.
- More sophisticated, yeah.

Cos he's not a girly boy, is he?

Know what I mean?
He's more a boy's boy.

- You couldn't mistake him for a girl.
- No, he's a boy.

- Yeah. What's his name?
- Nigel.

Oh, bless him.
Little nidgey Nigel.

Let's see what we've got for you, Nigel.

Let's have a little look.
That's a bit baby-baby.

Oh, a minute. That's nice.

- We sell a lot of them.
- I don't think so.

It looks nice on, really.
Little sailor's outfit.

How's that old boyfriend, then, Nat?

What old boyfriend's that, then, Steve?

Come on.

I'm single and carefree, thanks.

Yeah. Wish I was.

You never said you was coming today!

I'm sorry. I'll go, shall I?

No.

- What's all this?
- What's it look like?

Fuckin' dump.
Like the rest of your house.

Middle-class wanker!

- This your old man's?
- Yeah.

- You going on holiday?
- Nah, it's what he wants to be buried in.

Well, come on.

That's all right.
I didn't want a coffee anyway.

- Well, it's a dump, innit?
- Yeah.

What you waiting for?

Go on!

- So what you been doing?
- Working.

- Leave it out.
- I have.

- What sort of work?
- Writing.

- Writing?
- Yeah.

- Writing what?
- A novel.

- What's so funny?
- You, writing a novel? What's it about?

Don't know.
Haven't started it yet.

- Am I in it?
- No.

- Is it autobiographical?
- Of course it is.

What are you doing?

- Get off.
- No.

Hold on a minute.

Jesus, no.

- What?
- Not again. It's boring.

- I'm not doing it, then.
- Well, don't do it.

Oh, come on!

- Here you go.
- No, thanks. I've just eaten.

Ha-ha, wise guy.

Lie down, then.

You pervert.

Don't stop!

- I've had enough.
- What?

I can't eat no more, I'm full up.

It's not a joke!

I'm gonna puke!

You're weak.

Are you going, then?

- No.
- Well, you're not staying.

- Thought I could get in there with ya.
- No, you won't.

- What's the matter with you?
- Nothing.

I don't agree.

- Eh!
- Don't shout!

Sexist pig!

- Why is shouting sexist?
- Cos that's what men do.

You're full of shit!

Why's it you never want me to stay?

- What's in this machine, Nicola?
- My bedding.

Not again?

- Why didn't you peg me washing out?
- I'll do it later.

Blimey, it could've been dry by now.

So what you been doing all morning?
Sweet Fanny Adams, as usual?

- Anybody ring?
- Like who?

- Like your granddad, for instance.
- No.

"No."

Ha-ha! Look at Andy on this picture.

I still reckon he looks like
Tommy Cooper.

What did you have for your breakfast?

- A big fry-up.
- No, really.

- Toast!
- I don't believe you, Nicola.

- Can you lend us a couple of quid?
- What for?

- Packet of fags.
- No chance.

Mean cow.

You're giving your stomach a rest,
might as well give your lungs a rest.

- So what have you been up to?
- Nothing!

Look at the state of you.
Chalk-white face.

Blimey, you look like a ghost.

You'd frighten the birds, you would.

No wonder
you didn't peg me washing out!

Oh, never mind, eh?

I was like you.

I started at the bottom, you know?

I was on the sink for six weeks
before I got a look-in.

It's all about
keeping your eyes peeled.

These tongues are
a pain in the neck.

Can't get into the crevices.

- Is that a pig's tongue?
- Lamb's tongue.

Couldn't get a pig's tongue
in your mouth. Stick in your throat.

Would it?

You look quite attractive in white.
Suits you.

Those are skins. Chuck 'em away.

Good.

Hey. You got rhythm, you know?

Here, have some more.

You done really well today.

- Have I?
- Yeah.

I'm really pleased with you.

You're quite a tasty little worker,
you know?

- That's nice.
- Bit old-fashioned, though, innit?

Black skirt, white blouse, traditional.
I like it.

Oh, Andy,
me legs are like jelly sticks.

- I'm sorry I said I'd do it now.
- Just go for it.

- You wore that for Joan's wedding.
- Blimey, yeah! Poor Joan.

- Poor Donald.
- What about Tracey?

- I like this.
- Now you're talking.

- That's the one, innit?
- Yeah.

- I preferred the white.
- Oh, blimey. I'm gonna be late.

Hey, Andy,
do you remember this? Ha-ha!

- You do us any tea, Wen?
- There's chicken casserole in the oven.

That's nice.

You hungry?

I went to this old girl's house today,
right?

She had her dead dog
lying on the sofa.

- She never?
- Eh?

No, the skin,
spread out like a rug.

- Oh, charming.
- Eugh!

She had arthritic hands.
Couldn't turn her tap on.

- Thought it was bust.
- Oh.

I went straight to it, gave it a good twist
and it was perfectly all right.

What'd you do, then?

I changed the washer for her
so she didn't look stupid.

- Oh, that's a good girl.
- Did you charge her a call-out?

Well, I had to. You know
what they're like. Didn't want to.

- Where's this, then?
- Off the A10 somewhere.

She said she'd give me some toffee,
only she couldn't find her ration book.

- Did she?
- Oh, bless her.

- Know what a ration book is?
- Course I do.

- Meet all sorts in your business.
- And she kept calling me "a good lad".

- She never?
- Yeah.

You should've said to her,
"Listen, I'm a Miss."

- Nah, no point.
- More interesting than my job.

Same every day. We had a bloke
slice the end off his finger this morning.

- What, right off?
- No, there was a flap.

- No, Andy, don't!
- Christ.

Lot of blood.
No, it was his own fault.

I've a very good accident record,
as it happens.

- Yeah, we know.
- No, it's true.

Cos I drum it into 'em,
"Health and safety, health and safety!"

- Still, always get someone showing off.
- Yeah.

- Blimey, I haven't done me nails!
- Let's leave her in peace.

- She's gotta get ready for her big night.
- And shut the door!

Oh, Wendy!

You look fantastic,
you know that, Wendy?

Thanks. I didn't want to let you down,
you know?

You haven't.

I've had six different blouses on tonight.
As long as you're happy.

You're... superb.

Is that what you're wearing?

"Lend your hat, we're having soup."
That's what me mum used to say.

You hungry?

I'll buy you fish and chips later,
you know?

Will ya?

I might.

- So you've got tripe souffle.
- Yeah.

- Kidney vol-au-vent.
- Vol-au-vents, yeah.

We had them on me 21st.
They're nice.

- That's with a whole kidney.
- Ugh!

- King prawn in jam sauce.
- Oh, yeah. Just the one.

- Chilled brains. Speak for themselves.
- Oh, not brains.

Prune quiche.
That's one for our vegetarian friends.

- Right.
- Black pudding and Camembert soup.

- Oh, no, don't.
- Boiled bacon consommé.

"Consomme",
that's the same as soup, innit?

- Basically the bacon water.
- What your mum gives you when you're ill.

- And a saveloy on a bed of lychees.
- You got a Chinese-y one.

That's your hors d'oeuvres,
and on to your entrées.

Right. So this is me main courses
type of thing.

What's that one there?
"Pork" what? "Pork list"?

- Pork cyst.
- Cyst?

- Yeah.
- You're joking me.

- No.
- It's not called "cyst"! Ha-ha!

- Me dad had one of them.
- Did he?

Yeah. Underneath.

Hey, cough. Ha-ha!
Ah, bless him. What is it?

- It's like a dumpling, you know?
- Oh, I couldn't.

- Then we have duck in chocolate sauce.
- Yeah.

- Tongues in a rhubarb hollandaise.
- Oh, no!

- Liver in lager.
- Mm.

And clams in ham.

That's with a pan-fried
cockle-based sauce.

Or quails on a bed of spinach
with treacle.

Or my "pied de resistance",
grilled trotters with eggs over easy.

- Right. What's "over easy"?
- Stateside. Sunny-side up.

Oh, yeah. I like 'em turned.

Blimey, Aubrey,
I'll never remember all this.

You'll be fine.
Any problems, refer 'em to me.

But you'll be in the kitchen cooking.

I'll be in here, out there, everywhere.
I'll be chef patron, you know?

You should've had your menus
printed up like I told you.

Yeah, no sweat.

I want this restaurant to be built on
a one-to-one, mouth-to-mouth reputation.

- Would you like a glass of wine?
- No, me stomach's all of a go with nerves.

- Go on, it might settle you down.
- Just half a glass.

- Blimey, I forgot! I got something for you.
- Have you? Great.

All right?

I wanna go for a fag.

What?

Now?

We're busy.

Are we?

Go on, then. Be quick.
Just have half of one.

With a bit of luck,
I'll get me fortune told later.

Feel free.

- Got a little card for ya.
- Thanks very much.

- From me and Andy and the girls.
- That's fantastic.

That's brilliant, really marvellous.
You're a really attractive woman.

Thanks very much. Really.

All the best. Good luck.

Thank you.

- We are now officially open!
- Blimey, sorry, sorry.

Far as I'm concerned, football died
the day Arsenal won the double.

That's right, yeah.

- What was they? Workhorses.
- Boring buggers, ain't they?

Whereas the Spurs double team,
they was artists.

Yeah, they was artists.

Twenty-one quid a week they got.
Can you imagine?

What do they get today? Millions.

Then they got the backhanders
on top of that.

Poncing around the penalty area
with their handbags.

Prima donnas.

"Oh, he kicked me, ref."

Brown, Baker...

- Henry.
- Blanchflower.

- Danny Boy.
- Yeah.

He was the architect
of the modern game.

That's right.

Norman, Mackay...

- Jones.
- Jones, White.

- Smith.
- Allen, Dyson.

Yeah!
Come on, you Spurs!

- John White... What a player, eh?
- Yeah.

I used to have a little picture
of him on my wall, ringed in black.

- Yeah, tragic.
- What a way to go.

- Struck by lightning.
- On a golf course.

What a waste, eh?

Do you want another?

Yeah, all right.

Want something with it?

- Yeah. Rum and black.
- Large one?

- Yeah, all right.
- Yeah.

The thing is, people don't like
to venture out too early, do they?

No, not on a Tuesday, no.

No, they like to go home,
have a bath,

chill out, have their tea,
and then go out to eat.

Did you put an advert
in the paper?

Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, I didn't, actually.

You should've had cards printed.
I could've given 'em out in the shop.

I didn't want to attract
the wrong sort of people.

Oh, charming!
Thanks very much, Aubrey.

Would you like another glass
of wine, Wendy?

Yeah, go on, all right.
I'll keep you company.

Great hands.

- Do you think you'll ever have kids?
- No.

You're pretty sure for one so young.

What, and look like a tank
for nine months? Give me a break.

Is that all you're worried about,
what you'll look like?

- I'd make a good mother.
- Oh, would ya?

Yeah.

Why? Do you want kids?

Yeah, in the fullness of time.

- Do you?
- Course.

You've gotta have a boyfriend first.

Yeah, one does generally
need a bloke. This is true.

Not doing very well, are ya?

Well, I haven't seen your men
exactly queuing up in droves.

You don't know.

They sneak around here in the daytime,
do they, when no one's in?

Anyway, you don't need a bloke
to have a kid.

I wouldn't fancy bringing one up
on me own.

It's better to be on your own
than with a bastard.

Well, presumably, you wouldn't
choose a bastard in the first place

if you had any sense.

All men are bastards.

- What?
- They're all potential rapists.

That's a bit sweeping.

- All men have got the ability to rape.
- They don't all do it, do they?

If they've got the ability,
they've got the desire.

That's paranoid rubbish.

What do you know about paranoia?

Not half as much as you do,
I'll give you that.

You'll find out
when you get to America.

- I'm only going on a holiday.
- So?

You think I'm gonna get
yanked off the plane

at John F Kennedy Airport
and be raped and pillaged, do you?

You've got to be on your guard.

- Did you hear what I just said?
- What?

"Yanked." Get it?

- What?
- "Yanked." America.

Racist!

There's another
bloody couple coming.

Yeah.
Yeah, they're coming this way.

Definitely!

Do you want me to tell Paula again?

Yeah. Action stations!

No...

Shit!

Fucking yuppies!

- They went straight past.
- Did they?

Well, perhaps they weren't hungry.

Where's Pauline?

- She's sitting on your work surface.
- Is she?

Yeah, she's picking.

Right.

Don't sit up there, Pauline.

It's unhygienic.

Cross-infection.

These stocks are reducing nicely.

Secret of a great sauce
is a well-reduced stock.

No stock, no sauce.

Key to the door.

You're working with a genius.

Do you know that?

I'm not just a wanker, you know?

I could teach you things
you never even dreamed of.

I'm a magician.

I want a drink.

There's plenty of orange juice in there.
Help yourself.

I want some wine.

I can't have you gettin' drunk.

Kitchen's a very dangerous place.

She's got wine.

Me and Wendy,
we go back a long way.

You know?

I'm an old friend of the family.

Mm...

Classic nose.

Here.

Here.

Have you seen these?

What you got there?

Let's have a look.

Ah! A pocket telly.

Yeah.

Can I have a butcher's?

Feel free.

Ah! It's good, innit?

Yeah, neat.

Let's have a go.

Hey!

Leave it out, you prannit.

- Hey, seen these?
- Give us it. Give us it back.

How much do you want for that, then?

Well, I could...
let you have it half-price.

A hundred nicker.

Nice, innit?

Yeah. Be tasty on the salad wagon.

Wouldn't it?

Nah. I can't afford it.

What about that hundred?

- What hundred?
- That hundred you never gave me.

You know, if someone would've
turned up with that 25 years ago...

...and said they were a bloody Martian,
you'd have had to believe him.

Yeah, yeah.
You don't want it?

No, Patsy, I don't want it.
I don't want anything.

Mean bastard.

Ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha!

Come on, you bastards!

I'm open. I'm ready. I'm waitin' for you.

This is what you've all been waiting for!

Come and get it!

Fishwives! Footballers!

You English dickheads!

Stick to your fish and chips!
Go on, go and get cancer!

- £1,000. £10,000!
- Aubrey, stop shouting, right?

- Gourmet cooking!
- Stop shouting.

You working-class morons!

Go and eat your own shit! Go on!

- Go on!
- Get inside.

That is enough. No more!

Right?
Cos you're being a naughty boy.

- Marry me, Wendy.
- What?

I wanna marry you.

Now, stop it. Aubrey, stop it!

Get off!

I love you. You know?

Now, don't be stupid, right?
I'm already married.

I'm married to Andy.

I love Andy. He's my best friend.

Yeah. We're very fond of you.
Now you know that.

I don't care!
I don't care if you're married to Andy!

You can still marry me.
You don't have to tell him.

Now, stop it, right? Sit down.

Sit down.

What are you doing?

Get off me.
Aubrey, stop it, now!

I wanna fuck you, Wendy.

Stop talking like that.
Just stop it, right?

Andy won't let me come here again.
You hear me? He won't.

I worship the ground you walk on.

Look, you're bending down.
That means you're gonna be sick.

I kiss your feet.

There might be a bit of doggy on me shoes,
and you're not gonna like that, so get up!

- Nicola.
- What?

Oh, Nicola.

Nicola's not here, right?
She's at home, saving the world.

Look, you've got vodka
all down your suit.

That's your best suit
you bought for tonight, right?

It's all right. I don't want it.

- What? Sit down.
- I want Andy to have it.

- Andy doesn't want it.
- Yeah, he's a poor man.

- Andy's got a suit.
- No, he can wear it...

in the fuckin' stupid caravan.

- Now, stop that.
- Stupid fuckin'...

Behave yourself!

He can have the suit,
cos he's all scruffy.

- What are you doing?
- I'm gonna give him the suit.

Leave your trousers on, Aubrey.
Leave your trousers on.

- Behave. Leave your trousers on.
- Give him my suit.

I love him and Nicky...

I'll tell you what...

What are you doing now?
You're gonna fall.

No, I'm not drunk, right?

- I'm not drunk.
- Aubrey, stop it!

Now, behave yourself, right?
You're being silly!

Aubrey!

- Aubrey, will you stop it?
- No!

You're behaving like an idiot.
Listen to me.

- ♪ No regrets...
- You don't do any more.

- ♪ No regrets, no...
- Now, stop it, Aubrey!

♪ No regrets

♪ No... regret... ♪

Blimey.

Shame, though, innit?

Come on, Paula. We're going.

Oh, look at me.

That's all right.
He'll find 'em there in the morning.

Oh, what a night!

I'll tell you what... never again.

What a mistake.

It's all right, he's only asleep.

He's not dead.
No need to be frightened.

- I'm not frightened.
- Eh?

- Nowt to be frightened of.
- All right.

Is this your little coat?

Here's your bag.

Now, how are you getting home?

Eh?

- Bus.
- Right. Got your fare?

Where's your little purse? In here?
Where's your cigarettes?

- In me pocket.
- Right. Come on, then.

What's the matter?

Eh?

- We're going for chips.
- Who's going for chips?

Me and Aubrey.

Aubrey's in a coma.
He doesn't want any chips.

Well, he'll be hungry
when he wakes up, won't he?

Stands to reason.

- All right, I'll buy you chips.
- I don't want no chips.

All right, well,
I won't buy you chips.

Come on, Paula.
Tell you what, take your hat off.

Put your coat on. We don't want
to frighten people, do we?

Oh... Nicola.

Blimey, hark at him.

Look, I tell you what,
I'll run you to the bus stop, okay?

Paula...
are you coming with me?

I'm stoppin' here.

You can't stop here.

Please, Paula.

Come on.

Blinkin' heck!

Andy?

- Andy!
- What...?

- Oh, blimey! What are you doing?
- Hmm?

Tidying up.

- You're not having no lager!
- Get us a lager, Nat.

- You must be joking.
- You've had enough lager for tonight.

Get up the stairs.

- What are you doing?
- Somebody at the door.

There's nobody at the door!
That's you!

You'll have Eileen banging on the wall,
and you won't like that.

- Where's the lager?
- In the fridge.

- Get up the stairs.
- All right, all right.

Look at the state of ya.
You've got your best trousers on.

You've got your new shoes.
Blimey!

- Now what? What are you doing?
- I'm gonna shut the caravan door.

- I've shut the caravan door!
- Is he gonna be sick?

- Don't you be sick on me, Andy.
- Nicola, shut the caravan door.

No!

- Brown, Baker, Henry...
- How did it go tonight?

- Terrible, if you must know.
- Why?

I'll tell you later. No, Andy.
Get in that toilet and do a wee.

Oh, blimey! Look, lift the seat!

I don't want me carpet
all soaking wet.

And close the door!

You've got two daughters!
What's the matter with ya?

That's what's the matter,
I've got two daughters!

- Shut up!
- What did I tell ya?

- What happened at the restaurant?
- How many tips did you score?

Nothing happened at the restaurant,
right? And keep it out!

I've had enough for one night.
I'm up to here with the lot of ya!

He could be dead this morning, Andy.
I'm not kidding.

All that broken glass,
he might've severed an artery.

Should've called the police,
shouldn't I?

I feel like Princess Margaret.

I could've killed you last night.

I'll drop in on him on me way back
from work, tell him he was out of order.

- Will you?
- Yeah.

Suppose I've lost
me hundred quid now, haven't I?

I'll get it off him.
He's not gonna get away with that.

Outrageous behaviour.
I've gotta go, Wen.

- See you tonight.
- Yeah. I'll be late.

Where are you going?

- I'm meeting Patsy for a drink.
- You're not.

Got ya.

- Ooh!
- Get out.

Come on, let's go up.

No.

What?

- Not yet.
- You know you want it.

- Do I?
- Yeah.

- How do you know?
- Synchronicity.

Shut up!

I don't want "it".

- What do you mean?
- I want you.

Sentimentalist.

No, no, no. I come in,
we go straight upstairs,

we do it...
bingo, you're a pain in the ass.

I don't want that.
I want to see you nice.

What's "nice"?
Only a boring cliché.

No, nice.
Show me a bit of civility, respect.

You don't show me no respect.

I'm trying to respect you now,
treat you like a real person,

instead of some fuckin' shag bag.

- Come on, talk to me.
- What about?

Anything.

Anything you think, anything you know.

- What do you care about?
- Eh?

You got all these fuckin' books,
"Women Who Love Men Too Much",

"Men Who Hate Women, Women
Who Love Them", "Women In Love",

"Women's Room", "Female Eunuch".

- Have you read any of that crap?
- What's it to you?

- Have ya?
- Course.

So what have you learned from it?

That I'm a feminist.

- What's a feminist?
- Oh, come on.

- No, no, no, what's it mean?
- Stop being antagonistic.

I'm not. I'm trying to have
an intelligent conversation with you.

Are you capable of that? Eh?

I don't think you are, are ya, really?

Bit vacant, ain't ya?

Bit of an airhead.

Nothing going on. A bit dumb.

A bit dizzy. Dimbo-bimbo.
Dumb-blonde stuff.

Ain't ya? Eh? Hello?
Anyone at home? Hello?

Hello?

You're a fake.

I am intelligent.

Are you coming upstairs?

No.

Well, piss off, then.

All right.

Blimey days, Nicola,
look at the state of you.

You're sittin' there like there's a grey
cloud over you. It's like the sun's gone in.

You've got no energy
cos you don't eat your dinners.

- And you've got no joy in your soul.
- How do you know?

I know because you've given up, cos
you're not happy. That's how I know.

I am happy.

You've lost all your friends. I don't see
them knocking on the door anymore.

I don't want friends.
They disappoint you.

You wanna change the world
and be political,

but I don't see you doing anything.

I am political.

And shut the door.

How are you political?

I read the paper.
I watch the news.

I'm more political than you.

Blimey, Nicola,
we can all watch the telly.

You should be out there helping
the pensioners or going on marches.

Marching's a waste of time. It's boring.

If you put your money where
your mouth is, you should be joining

one of these socialist whatsit groups

or the nuclear disarmament whatever,
but you don't.

All you do is sit in this room, staring
at the walls and tweaking and twitching.

And you're so perfect.

No, I'm not perfect,
but I haven't given up.

I'm still out there fighting.

And I tell you what,
every time I look out that window

and see that rusty caravan there,
do you know what it says to me?

It says, "There's a man who hasn't
given up, still looking for his dream."

It says to me, "There's a man
who's getting greedy."

Greedy? Your dad?

He's the most unselfish man
I've ever met.

He's up at 6:00 every morning,
slogging his guts out

in a job he hates,
which is more than you do.

And he still comes home
with sod all.

I'm not prepared to be exploited!

Exploited?
You're not prepared to work, full stop.

You've accepted Nat as a plumber,
and you didn't like that at first.

No, I didn't. I didn't like it.

But I can see now I was wrong,
because she's happy.

- I don't know what I wanna do yet!
- Oh, don't you?

You had your chance, Nicola, when
you were 17 doing your three A-levels.

You were going great,
and then suddenly you stopped.

You stopped eating, everything, and
ended up eight weeks in the hospital.

Well, you put me there.
I didn't want to go.

For God's sake, Nicola,
you were at death's door!

- You were trying to control my life!
- You were dying!

- No, I wasn't!
- Yes, you were!

- I'd know if I was dying.
- Dr Harris said you had 2 weeks to live.

You didn't know that, did you?

The three of us coming home
every night, crying our eyes out.

You were lucky.

Life's not easy, Nicola.

I could've given up, right?

- Sixteen, I was doing my A-levels.
- What A-levels?

English and business studies,
if you must know.

- Then I got pregnant with twins.
- Why didn't you have an abortion?

Because I didn't want one.

Because I had two little lives
growing inside me.

I don't believe in it.
That's the easy way out.

Your dad was only 17,
at catering college,

and working in hotels at night,
trying to get a bit extra.

We got a little flat together,
begged and borrowed a couple of cots.

And when the two of you were born,
we were thrilled to bits,

because we had two lovely babies.

We came through laughing.

Don't blame me! I didn't ask to be born!

I'm not blaming you, Nicola.

I just want you to be happy,
that's all, and you're not.

I wouldn't care what job you did,
I wouldn't care how scruffy you looked,

as long as you were happy,
but you're not.

Something inside you has died.
You've given up.

If one day I could walk through that door
and you could look at me,

and you could say,
"Mum, help me, please.

"I don't know what I'm doing.
I don't know where I'm going..."

Then I'd say, "Great, because now
we can be honest with each other.

"Now we can start talking."

But I'm not in a mess.

Aren't you?

You're giving me a problem
when I haven't got one.

Christ, Nicola!

If you hate me so much,
why don't you throw me out?

We don't hate you!

We love you, right?
You stupid girl!

Whoa!

- What've you done?
- I think I broke me ankle.

Don't touch it. Lay flat. Lay flat.
Breathe!

- I am breathing, for Christ...
- Lay flat. Relax.

Lie there. I'll be back.

Neil! Where are you going?
Neil! Neil!

It's a spoon! It's a...fuckin' spoon,
for Christ's sake!

Who dropped this spoon?

Who dropped
this spoon?

Hello?

Yeah, speaking.

Oh, hello. How are you?

Oh, blimey, you're joking me?
He hasn't?

HOW did he do it?

No, I'm sorry, Brian.
I know I shouldn't laugh, but...

Aw, is he all right, though?

No, it's all right.
I can come over. Yeah.

Straight away. All right.
Thanks for phoning me.

Ah... yeah, and you.
All right, then.

Yeah, ta-ta. Bye.

Nicola?

- Oh, Christ!
- Hello, Nat.

State of him!
Here you are, take the bag.

- Take these, Wen.
- Yeah. Go on.

- How are you gonna do it?
- Dunno.

- Blimey.
- Hang on.

Take it steady.

- Ooh!
- Ooh! Don't let that door slam.

- Don't worry. I've got it.
- Want a hand?

No, no. I'll do it meself.

- Okay? Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Right. There you go.
- Give us those.

- That's it.
- Right.

Take it easy. I've got you.

Right, it's all right.
Open the gate, Nat.

- Yeah, hold on.
- Goon

Don't rush, Andy, right?

Just take it steady.

Andy, what are you doing?

Blimey, you're not a greyhound
in a race!

Take it, Wen!

- I'm trying!
- Get rid of it.

- All right?
- Yep.

- He needs a little doofer, doesn't he?
- Hold on, I'll get this table.

That's it, Nat.

- Here we are. That's the job.
- Careful, careful, careful.

Ha-ha! Looks like the royal leg!

Ah, look at his little face.
Oh, poor Andy.

Aw. He's been through a lot,
you know.

- How you gonna get your trousers off?
- Cut 'em.

I'll get my little pinking shears,
and I'll come up the inside leg.

Ooh, don't make me laugh, Wen!

How long have you got
to have this on for?

Six or eight weeks,
something like that.

- Cushy number.
- I wouldn't mind six weeks' holiday.

It's a damn nuisance.

I was gonna get started on
the caravan this evening. It's a pisser.

- Blimey! What about Aubrey?
- Aubrey...

What about Aubrey?

Oh, let's leave it.
Let him stew in his own juice.

- I've got enough on me plate.
- Ain't you going in tonight?

- No.
- Why?

- Because.
- Where's Nicola?

- Upstairs.
- Does she know I had an accident?

- She told me.
- Nicola!

- I'll hang these things up.
- Hang on. Give us here.

A-ha! I know what you want.

- You want your souvenir, don't you?
- That's the bastard, the culprit.

- What?
- Tryin' to kid us he slipped on a spoon?

He was still bloomin' drunk
from last night.

Fibber.

- I've never known pain like it, Nat.
- Ain't ya?

- Searing pain.
- Did you hear it snap?

No, I didn't, actually.

Maybe I did. Yeah, I did.

- Did ya?
- Yeah.

Like when you break
a dry stick across your knee.

Know what I mean?

- Nicola?
- What?

Can I come in?

Look at that, an ordinary spoon.
I never noticed it before.

1975.

This spoon was born
when you were seven years old.

- Oh, yeah.
- Just sits in a drawer.

Out of the drawer, into the peas,

stir the custard,

into the wash, out of the wash,

up on the hooks
with all the other spoons.

And all the time,
just waiting for the fatal day

when it'd drastically alter
the course of a man's life.

Doesn't look dangerous, does it?

Nah, you take my word for it,
that is an evil spoon.

Here you are, look.
Put it in a place of honour.

Keep an eye on it.

Yeah. I don't trust it.

Get us some chocolate.

Tell you what,

go and give your face a wash,
make you feel a bit better, eh?

No.

You don't want your dad to know
you've been crying, do ya?

- He don't want to see me.
- He does.

- I'll make him feel worse.
- Don't be so daft.

I'm a burden to you.

Listen...we've got to turn over
a new leaf, yeah?

Both of us.

All of us.

Come on.
Have a little cup of tea.

No. I don't want one.

Come on, do it for your dad.
He's been asking for you.

- Has he?
- Yeah.

Sitting there
with his tongue hanging out.

You know what he's like.
He wants a bit of tea and sympathy.

I just want to talk to you.

Do you?

- Do you want a hand, Nat?
- No, that's all right.

Andy, give us a little chocolate.
Don't hog it all.

- All right. Plenty for everyone.
- Ta.

- Here you are, Nic. Wanna bit?
- No.

- Go on, have a bit.
- No, that's all right.

- Have a little bit. Cheer yourself up.
- Don't force her.

- Here you are, Nic.
- Thanks.

- Did you go up the travel agent's?
- Yeah.

I'm going to New York,
Chicago and New Orleans.

- Ain't you going Disney?
- No, I want to go interesting places.

Blimey! Fancy going to the States
and not going to Disneyland.

- Why don't you go, Nic?
- No, it's too big.

She can go next year.
Get yourself sorted. Save up, eh?

- How's the leg?
- Not too bad. Throbbing a bit.

I gotta go to the toilet in a minute!

Ha-ha! Hey, go and get your dad
a bucket.

Hey, look at that spoon.

Just take the weight.
That's it. That's it.

- It's heavy, innit?
- Yeah.

- All right?
- Yeah. Put a pillow behind me.

- There you go.
- All right.

That's it.

I'll tell you what, Andy,
good job you're not a horse.

- Why?
- They'd have shot you. Ha!

Here you are, then.

Here you go.

It's good you had that chat
with mum, innit?

Get things cleared up.

Eh?

Did you tell her?

- Tell her what?
- Everything.

- What do you mean?
- You know what I mean.

No.

I'm not deaf.

I never said you was.

I've got the room next to yours,
remember?

I can hear you.

What, play my music?

You know what I'm talking about.

At nights,
getting sick and everything.

I'm not sick.

- Come on!
- I'm not.

It's hot, innit?

I can't help it.

I know.

I think we should do
something about it.

- Who's "we"?
- You and me.

Have you told them about it?

No.

Why not?

Well, I don't know.

Suppose I should've.
Don't know why I didn't.

Yeah, I do know why.
Cos I think you should.

I know what I do is disgusting.

I am disgusting.

Yeah, it is disgusting.

Mind you, I do some pretty
disgusting things meself.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

- What?
- Oh, I can't tell ya.

What is it?

I put my hands down toilets,

and on a good day
I might get bitten by a rat.

Do you want any money?

- Yeah.
- All right.

- Cheers.
- Nah, it's okay.