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Peter.

Yep.

OK.
Thanks, darling.

All right.
(PHONE RINGS)

Just leave it. We've got to go.

Start the car.

(PHONE RINGS)

Cass!

You've done something to your hair.
I just brushed it.

She needs me.

Well, so do we.

It's for a special school...

Prue will look after you. Go on.

Bye.

Open it.

Yeah.

Bye, Cass!

(GIGGLING)

Yes? You were doing your
come-to-your-father face.

No, I was doing my
are-you-having-a-nice-time face.

Here comes Belinda's dad.

Peter, you big poof.

Hello, Giles.
What, no Cassie?

She's doing good, I'm afraid.

She's too virtuous. I've been
begging your mother for years

to come to bed with me.
Do you think she ever might?

Maybe, if you brushed your teeth.

(LAUGHS)

Bit of shop - can we hook up next
week? Trot round St Mary Axe.

Of course.

What a lech.

He's a very valuable client.

We should circulate, shouldn't we,
and talk to the grim careers lady.

Or we...

Just a thought.

(SOBS)

First of all, I'd like to say how
glad I am that Ian's with us this
evening. That's really brave of you.

And it's helpful for Saffron.
The family together. That really is
progress. Well done.

(SOBS)

Good.
Now you're hitting the skittles.

Take those three out now. I like this
one. Kind of trancey.

Yeah, man. A bit of trance.

Grow up.
All right.

Go!

Yes!

How was it?

We went bowling.

We stuck it for an hour
and then we'd just had enough.

Are you incredibly angry?

It's your fault for bringing me up
not to tell lies.

Please tell me you didn't wear that
awful old coat all evening, Prue.

It smells of Daddy.

(VOICES FROM INSIDE)

Stabbing Iago, Othello can only
wound him.

I bleed, sir, but not killed.

For Iago is the devil.

The what?

The play's an allegory,
and Iago is hell.

And he struggles with Desdemona -
heaven,

for the possession of a man's soul.

Othello.

Where did you get all this bollocks?

I read the text, sir,
and I interpret it as best I can.

Actually, you pinched all that from
Ridley, but...

I like your attitude.

Go on.

But society distrusts the Moor.

It cannot accept that he has won the
heart of a noble white girl.

Damned as thou art,
thou hast enchanted her.

Interviews.

So, who has influenced you most as an
architect?

OK. Erm...you may not be familiar -

Try me.

Philippe Claudel.

I've Loved You So Long.

Peter, you said that out loud.

That's so pretentious. Sorry.

But that particular film is...

(PHONE PINGS)

..the one. Yes.

It's the sense of home.

She's commendably inexpensive.

She's too young. Too inexperienced.

I don't know about you, but two
months salary freeze is as much as I
can stand.

We need some creative Viagra about
the place.

I'm right, you're wrong. Give the
girl a job.

I'm absolutely furious with you for
skipping school.

And I can't possibly condone that
kind of behaviour.

Can we just eat something?
I'm starving.

Yeah, sure.

My darling daughter, would you...

live...in that?

Yes, I would.

Is that Sarah Frances?

It's much better than the normal
Nazi crap you churn out. No offence.

So, I should give her the job?

What job?

Yes. Absolutely.

OK. I will.

So, how...

How's education?

Full of surprises.

When am I going to meet any of them?

You're beautiful. Even with a face
full of noodles dribbling down your
chin, you are...

..a beautiful girl.

Am I expected, really, to believe
that you don't have a boyfriend?

How would you feel if I told you
I was a lesbian?

What's a lesbian?

(LAUGHS)

Belinda's asked me to stay tonight.
Is that OK?

Will you ask her?

About the state of her virginity?
You're mad.

Does she tell you about her
boyfriends?

No, Peter. I tell her about mine.

I'd quite like to have sex tonight,
if that's OK.

I'll make a few phone calls,
see what I can organise.

Come here. I'll get you organised.

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTING AND PANTING)

You know, I do love shagging
my sixth-formers.

What are we going to do about this?

Call your parents.

I'm not discussing it with them.

Tell them...

that you're coming home
tomorrow night,

and bringing a guest for dinner.

The woman on the desk
referred to you as Nelly.

I just said that your name
was Elizabeth,

which it is, it is your name, your
Christian name.

She's the one girl who talks to me,
and you rub her up the wrong way.

I just thought it was disrespectful,
that's all.

It's my name.

Oh, look at you.

You used to be
such a natural little boy.

I brought you a card, Mother.

I got you a card.

I have got the right day, haven't I?

Cassandra.

My favourite doomed mythological
heroine.

She always speaks the truth, and
nobody ever believes a word she
says.

They don't. It's very boring.

Here. Have a nut.

Hello, darling.

Sorry, I got stuck at work.

So, this is Gavin.

Got a drink?

Yes.

I'm guessing you're not at school
anymore, Gavin.

I am, sir, in a way.

I'm an English teacher.

Good for you.

I've got a...

a feeling that we've met before.
Have we?

That's David, is it?

Yes, it is.

He's away at a debating competition.

He's doing rather well at school,
actually, academically.

I'll bet he is,

what with all the brains lurching
about the family gene pool,
eh, Mr Manson?

Call me Peter.

Eh, Peter?

So, do you enjoy your job?
Is teaching a pleasure, Gavin?

I love teaching.

Shall I put that back for you?
That David picture.

So, where did you do your training?

Wakefield.

Your part of the world, Peter.

A long time ago, yes.

So, let's talk about Prue and Oxford.

She's got a conditional offer.
No, thank you.

We're wondering now if we've chosen
the right college.

The question is, erm...

should she be going to university
at all?

Does she actually care about
the subject,

or is she just taking a degree

solely to indulge the aspirational
fantasies of her dear old dad?

(UNEASY LAUGHTER)

Have a drop, Prue.

No.

You're pregnant.

Four months?

Four months.

You prick.

You know, you're right.

We have met before, and...I knew at
the time you wasn't paying
attention.

You jumped up, arrogant little prick.

Dad.

Daddy's right.

I've compromised the narrative.

The story's unable to develop.

Come to the climax too soon.

Don't you hate it when that happens?

Parent-teacher meeting, last summer.

He remembers.

(YELLING AND SHRIEKING)

You're in a position of trust!

Until this morning when I resigned.

Look at me!

It's been all go today, hasn't it?

I'm going to call the police!

You do that and you will never
see me again!

If you're convinced that we have to
call the police, then we'll have to
do that.

But it may well be that you never
see Prue or your grandchild, ever.

My grandchild?
That may be the price.

You don't say our grandchild, because
you'd see them behind my back.

I've never done anything behind your
back.

Gavin has crossed a line that should
never be crossed. That is true.

But you know what? He does have a
certain kind of abrasive charm.

What? What?
There's something about him.

That's ridiculous.
Combative, single-minded,

bloody-minded. I'm sorry, he does.
He reminds me of you. He's unafraid.

He knew you were going to hit him.
He didn't flinch, he just took it.
Come on. He's just a boy.

He's not a boy, he's a man.
He's a dangerous man.

He's absolutely nothing like me.
And she chooses him!

She loves him.
She doesn't.

She does.
He doesn't love her.

Nobody knows about other people's
lives from looking at them from the
outside.

When did I get to be on the outside?

Who's Paula?

Now that you no longer have a job,
what are you going to do when we
have this baby?

Hi. I'm sorry. I forgot that you were
starting today.

Oh, that's fine.

Monique, have you plugged her in and
everything?

Given her a pencil, the works.

Richard said to go over the balcony
windows for St Mary Axe.

I think that's fine. I know Giles,
I know what he wants, but er...

(MOBILE RINGS)

By all means. Fenestration.
Let it be.

I do need to take this.

I'll crack on.

Prue?

I'm sorry.

I didn't set out to get pregnant.
It was a failure of technology.

Look at your face.
That's too much information.

Now you've got an image
and you can't cope with it.

So, what's the plan, then?

Are you going to finish your
A-levels?

No. I'm erm...I'm moving in
with Gavin.

Oh, good. OK. That's good.

Whereabouts is he -
In Hackney.

It's a tower block.

Prue, can I just say this?

I can talk to Oxford. Get good
grades, you can defer your place
until next year.

But the only reason I was doing a
degree at all was because I wanted
to secure your approval.

I have to be free, Daddy, to make
choices that might just cock up my
life.

Why is he making you say this?

I'm trying to include you in my
life. I don't have to do that.

Do you want that or not?
Yes.

I want it.

You and Gavin, you both got out
from under.

That must give you some sort of
connection.

Mum thought it would. I thought
she'd discussed it with you.

She knew about Gavin?

Well, she didn't know he was a
member of staff, no.

She knew I had an older boyfriend.

She must have told you last year.
She put me on the Pill.

(SIGHS)

If you go to that place,
I've lost you. You're gone.

You're gone, Prue.

I am going to marry him.

Mum's crying.
That's because she's happy.

Darling, you look beautiful.

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTER)

Prue...

you don't have to marry me.

You can marry someone else, and I
will continue to support you.

I will say the child is mine if you
want me to and not if you don't.

It's very important that you get
this right.

What do YOU want?

I want to be your wife.

Well, then, we're in the right
place.

Come on.

Right, David.

This is where we celebrate...

..the marriage of your sister.

So, Gavin, the big question.
Are you having a honeymoon?

It hadn't occurred to me.

Peter?

Or should I call you Daddy?
Get you softened up for Grandad.

It hadn't occurred to you?

This is bullshit.

You talk about having to escape my
approval.

You've just exchanged mine for his.

I think it's insulting that he...

That you haven't organised a
honeymoon for her.

Can't you see that?

He's offended because you haven't
invited your parents.

They're embarrassing, aren't they,
parents.

My dad would have turned up in a
nylon shirt and white socks.

We can't have that.

Christ.

What did Cassie's father make of
your old man at your wedding?

Was there grievous sock shame on the
day?

Excuse me.

Prue, I want you to take the flat.

My flat. Why is that not allowed?

Cos it's yours, I don't...

But I'm just saying, take it. I...

I give it to you.

Both of you, as a wedding present.

I just can't bear the thought of you
living in that place.

Perhaps I like this place.

Prue.

I scare you, don't I?

I'm sorry. It just happened.

I grew up when neither of us
was looking.

One minute I'm dressing teddy bears,

and the next, I'm on the Pill,

and Mum doesn't tell you.

No.

And you think the whole world
is out to double-cross you.

And it's not. You know, she's not.

Stop...

shutting her out.

Give me a hug.

I love you, Prue.

Be nice to her.
I will, if you consider the flat.

Consider taking the flat. Just
consider it. It's not a big deal.

It's nothing. Consider it.

You're cold. Here.

Why haven't you got your coat?

I threw it away.

Richard tells me you're snarling
round the office like a dog with a
sore cock. What's up?

My daughter Prue got married.

Bloody hell.
She's not up the spout, is she?

Actually, she is.

Bloody hell. If some little shit got
Belinda knocked up, I'd have his
balls on a silver dish.

He's not so little.
He's pushing 30.

There are chaps, you know,

on the Internet. Ex-services.

Bug a man's car, and so on.

Make a few choice calls.

Screw up his credit rating.

I'm not sure he'd be particularly
concerned by that.

A couple of grand, they'll
debag the wanker and hang him
out of a top floor window,

till he begs to be allowed to
emigrate.

What do you mean, not particularly
concerned about his credit rating?
What kind of a man is he?

I don't know.

So, Giles, what do you think?

Can I just talk to you quickly?

Mm-hm.
It may be...

that St Mary Axe is too exposed.

Historically, this client has -

Giles loves light.

It'll be fine.

I'm sorry, Sarah, er...

I'm sorry.
I'm a bit distracted.

I didn't mean to be rude.
I apologise.

You haven't been rude.

Well, I'm sorry if your first few
weeks here haven't exactly been the...

bonanza of gaiety that you might
have expected.

Good night.

Sorry enough to help me celebrate my
birthday?

It's your birthday?
Mm-hm.

Do you bring your wife here?

Daughter.

What made you bring me here?

Cheap beer? I don't know. Habit?
Failure of imagination?

You tell me. Why are we here?

Because of your kids.

Because you have teenagers,

you imagine you're infallibly
connected

to the generation below your own.

You're not. You're old.

Old?

You think Prue likes this place -

I'm down. I'm on my knees.
Stop kicking me.

You're the one who likes it,
because you think she likes it.

I am trying to make it clear that I
am not in the business of coming on
to you.

So, tell me what's wrong.

It's Prue, my daughter.

Well, she's just the loveliest,
kindest, fun-est girl,

and she's married the most horrible
man imaginable.

And that, quite frankly...

the husband, er...

Husband.

Well, he's against me and my life.

He hates me, and er...

I don't really know what I'm supposed
to have done to deserve it.

I have to go.

Don't keep him waiting.

A reasonable guess. Not quite right.

Can I get you a cab, or..?
No, no, no.

Allow me.

Can you really not bear to live in
my father's flat?

That about sums it up.

Well...

it may surprise you to learn that
I've organised a honeymoon.

A honeymoon?

Baby. Where?

Yorkshire.

I've booked a cottage.

I want to know where you came from.

I want to meet the lovely Paula.

Well, you'll be disappointed.

Why?

Because she won't be there,
or because when I meet her,
I'll find her disappointing?

Clarity, Mr Sorenson.
What are you saying?

If you insist
on trying to unpick me,

you're going to become intimately
acquainted with disappointment, OK?

Furthermore,

I've decided to accept
my father's flat.

Blocked drains and cockroaches the
size of dogs I can handle, but...

..I don't like the wallpaper.

Oh, remnants of defiance, wife.

Keep me keen.

Why did you switch your phone off?

I put it on silent for a meeting
and I forgot.

You should have told me about Prue.

You fixed her up with the Pill,

and then pretended not to know
whether she was a virgin or not.

Well!

I wanted to talk to Prue.
Is she here?

No.

Nevertheless, you may enter.

We're family now, Cassandra.

You're looking very foxy, by the
way, for a woman of your age.

And you're a nice young man who
thinks it's amusing to have bad
manners.

Nice. Hm.

That's a bit harsh.

I'm going. I've got to take
the next load.

Prue will be here in a minute.

Where to?

Erm...your flat.

Our flat.

Peter's given us the deeds.

Wasn't that nice?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Prue...

If you have come to tell me that
it's not too late, then you're too
late.

Did you do it deliberately, Prue?

I'm not stupid.

Did you choose to get pregnant?

What an incredibly offensive
question.

No, I bloody did not. Did you?

Yes, I did.

I did.

And I think you did too.

Monique?

She's just popped out.

Can I help?

Yes?

I've got a cheque.

I'm not prepared to negotiate.

You're in a bit of a state.
Just take it.

Like a man with a guilty secret.

Whatever could that be?

I want you...

out of my daughter's life.

It's a bit late for that,
I'm afraid, cos...

I'm right inside her.

Ooh.

And if I'm inside Prue...

I'm inside Cassie.

And I'm inside you.

You know, the funny thing is...

I'm doing you all a power of good.

I have some good news.

Prue's booked a honeymoon.

Thanks.
Yorkshire.

Pretty bizarre choice for this time
of year, but hey, it's something.

Yorkshire.

Your office rang.

Who's Sarah?

She's a new associate.

You didn't tell me you had
appointed a new associate.
Surely that's a pretty big deal.

Well, I've...got a few things on my
mind.

Daughter despoiled by a sociopath,
and so on.

Did Sarah call herself?

No, Monique.

There's a problem with Giles.

There's never a problem with Giles.
He doesn't like St Mary Axe.

He loves St Mary Axe.
He's always loved St Mary Axe.

Well, apparently, he's changed
his mind.

Oh.

I eat when I'm anxious.

Come on, Giles. Tell me why you're
anxious.

Why am I usually anxious where
you're concerned?

Giles, I'm married.

You're married.

I do not find you attractive in any
way. Do we have to have this stupid
conversation every time we meet?

Is it so stupid? Is your sex life
so chandelier-rattlingly bloody
fantastic?

You don't look like a woman whose
bell is being rung on a regular and
deafening basis.

Wait. Don't go. Please.

The man is such a lovely chap.

Did Prue get knocked up to stop her
father coddling her like a
six-year-old?

That's enough.
I'll say.

Peter's in trouble, you know.

Trouble that you could,
if you wished...

..alleviate.

Giles is a moral coward and he
didn't want to see me.

He waited till he'd said goodbye
then he called his solicitors.

Listen to this. Breach of contract -
bloody idiot - due to a false
extrapolation of agreed drawing.

False extrapolation. This is just
such shit.

So, where are they now?

Your parents.

When I was younger, my erm...

my dad got taken to prison for
theft.

A big theft.

And my mum's considered reaction
to that

was to eat a family-size packet of
Paracetamol.

Obviously then thought that wasn't
a great idea,

went to hospital, had herself
pumped out, er...

picked me up from school as normal,
walked me home,

ran my bath,

cooked my tea and...

Silly bitch died, of course,

that night, in my bed, with me.

And my father knew it was his fault,
and hanged himself in the laundry.

Not...

Not the most outstanding couple
of days for a ten-year-old.

So, who looked after you then?
Paula?

If I tell you something real, Gavin,
will you tell me something?

I have a grandmother.

And she lives in Wakefield,
in a home.

Just a few miles from here.

And her name's Nelly.

We never see her.

My father does sometimes, but he
doesn't...speak about it.

But you already knew.

Didn't you?

How did you know?

That's the biggest secret I have,
Gavin.

I have nothing else to give you.

What happened to Paula?

Will you tell me, please?

Do you want me to show you?

More than anything. Yes.

Shut your eyes.

I have bruises on my thighs.

If you want to work with me and
never touch me again, that's all
right.

If you want to...

sleep with me until it becomes
inconvenient,

that is also all right.

Everybody says adultery is hell.

That's not true.

It's only hell if you set out
determined you're going to be
caught and punished.

I am never going to trick you.

So, this is your flat...

where you bring your women.

(LAUGHS, THEN COUGHS)
(PHONE RINGS)

Are you all right?

I'm on my honeymoon.

Ta-da! I'm in a farmhouse
that's miles from anywhere.

Yeah. Mum said that you'd gone er...

to Yorkshire. Is something wrong?
What's wrong?

No, no, nothing. I was just erm...

Just going to call, see if
everything's all right at home.

You know, normal.

I can come and get you, if you want.
I can get in the car and er...

Dad, stop flapping. I just...

I just wanted to hear your voice.

Really silly. Um...

you couldn't just take a picture of
Mum and you, just send it to me?

Dropped my stupid phone.
Lost everything.

Yeah, I will do, the minute I get
home.

Oh, I thought you were at home.

No, I've got a lot of work on
at the moment, so...

You should erm...you should get home
to Mum, Dad. She'll be lonely.

I've got to go.

I love you.

This place is actually hers,
isn't it?

Go home.

Arrgh!

I'm going to contact the police.

Who hit Prue in the face?

I did.

You were talking in your sleep.

Anything incriminating?
Paula.

I'll make you tell me.

Have you ever done a bad thing?

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