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♪ ♪

GEORDIE: Until you open it, you are stuck.

♪ ♪

LARRY: Please, will you just marry me?

I thought you'd never ask.

Help!

Leonard's in trouble.

I'll get my coat.

Why are you drinking so much?

My father died.

GEORDIE: I think my son hates me.

Just tell him you love him.

A man needs a straight tie

if he's to get ahead in this world.

LEONARD: Please, will you help me?

(weeping)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

ALPHY: Sorry, I know I keep banging on about it.

I don't know what's holding me back exactly.

Or maybe I should just go ahead and open it.

What do you think?

No, I should find out what she wanted to say to me.

Shouldn't I?

(sighs)

You know, any, any sort of sign would be great.

Not unless you think there's a reason I shouldn't open it.

GEORDIE: There you are.

Been looking for you everywhere.

Oh, really?

Everywhere?

Yeah, all right.

Come on, get your best clobber on.

Why? Because I'm not

having you alone on your birthday

talking to him like some misery guts.

No offense.

Yeah, I don't normally do anything on my birthday.

Tough.

Come on, get a shift on.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(people laughing in background)

(car horn honking)

(car horn honks)

Uh, Geordie.

Why here?

Well, I thought it'd be a good chance for us

to spend some quality time together.

You know, good music, couple of pints.

Mmm, that does sound good, actually. Yeah.

A couple of pints, just you and me?

Mm-hmm.

(rockabilly music playing faintly)

ALL: Happy birthday!

(chuckles forcedly)

ALPHY: Aw, what a lovely surprise.

(Mrs. Chapman coos)

Right, I'll get the first round in.

(music continues)

Wow.

The power of rock and roll, eh?

I suppose it binds people together.

Much like the church.

Only the congregation isn't as well-behaved.

(people laughing in background, music continues)

I'm off to the bar.

Lemonades all around, is it?

That's right.

None of us are partaking

of any alcohol this evening.

Remember?

Not a drop.

Not on my watch.

ALPHY: Absolutely.

GEORDIE: I like lemonade.

(music and laughter continue)

Mrs. C.

You really don't have to.

Hush now.

His flesh may be weak, but yours isn't, Leonard.

And we will keep that spirit of yours willing.

(man singing, music continues)

At least let Jack have a drink.

It is Alphy's birthday, after all.

You could be mistaken for thinking it was his funeral,

the face on him.

Your birthday present's arrived.

What's she doing here?

Geordie invited her!

Is there anyone you didn't invite?

Uh, you're welcome.

ALPHY: Meg.

Oh. Oh.

Sor...

Ooh.

(kiss, Meg exhales)

(song continues)

Happy birthday, Alphy.

Oh, you, you really shouldn't have.

(song continues)

Oh.

Wow.

Do you like it? I love it.

I love it.

Well, it'll come in handy to hide your grays.

Hey! I'm not that old.

Aging should never be feared, lad.

It's happening to us all.

Meg, it's perfect.

What do you think?

(bumps) Watch out!

I'm sorry.

(people laughing in background)

(song continues)

Uh, can I get you a drink?

Yes.

Please.

Bet she gets a proper drink.

(audience cheers and applauds)

LAUREL: Well, good evening, everyone.

My name is Laurel Adams.

Tonight, I have the very special honor

of introducing my band to you all.

But first, tell me, are you ready to rock and roll?

(audience cheers) WOMEN: Yeah!

Put your hands together

for the Velvet Jacks!

(audience cheers and whistles)

(applause and cheers continue)

ERIC: You know,

she's been such a big fan of ours from the start,

we decided to make her our manager.

(audience chuckles)

Had to give the poor thing an excuse

to hang around, 'cause, well, let's be honest,

it was getting a little bit embarrassing.

(audience chuckles)

My, oh, my!

Well, you lot might be the best-looking crowd

this side of Peterborough.

(giggling, whooping) Hello, gorgeous.

He really does have a look of Buddy Holly about him,

don't you think? He's a good-looking chap.

Mmm! All looks and no substance.

For those of you who don't know, my name is Eric.

I know you lot know me-- behave. (giggle)

Tonight on the bass, we have

Arun! (audience cheers)

Now, Arun, understandably, he may look a bit like

a chimney sweep, but Arun is a killer on the bass.

And tonight on the drums, we have Aidan.

Aidan loves a pint-- he does, everyone.

Give it up for the drunken drummer!

(audience cheering and applauding)

I always wanted to play the drums.

Thank God you didn't.

One, two, three, four.

(ballad begins)

(upbeat song playing inside)

(song continues)

(song ending) ERIC: Thank you, Cambridge.

We'll see you in a few.

(audience cheering and applauding)

(cheering continues)

Funny, this being called a "working men's club."

You don't get working women's clubs now, do you?

Cathy, every home is a working woman's club.

Where the heck have you been? Oh, uh,

there was just a bit of a queue at the gents.

Listen, um,

I've been thinking.

Will you not change your minds

and let me lend you the money for your, uh, project?

I mean, it would make everything so much simpler for both of you.

It's not a project, it's a business.

Called CeCe's Boutique.

I'm going to the ladies.

(music playing, people talking in background)

It's our names combined.

Wouldn't that be Sylvia and Cathy's?

It's the C from Cathy and the C from Chapman.

C-C's.

See?

(music continues)

Now, listen.

I've arranged a little something to cheer you up.

What is it?

He's coming home.

What? I called Daniel

at his parents' home.

(moans) His mother sounds ever so agreeable.

(whimpers) Oh, don't worry.

I didn't mention any of the goings on.

I simply told Daniel that you could do with a little company.

And I covered the cost of his train.

Remove any possibility of him refusing.

I don't know what to say.

Thank you, Mrs. C.

You need support, Leonard.

(music and conversations continue)

Can I get you anything, sir?

(new song begins)

Aren't you gonna get back to Meg?

I don't want to interrupt.

I'm pretty sure she didn't turn up tonight to have her ear

chewed off by Cathy. (Alphy chuckles)

GEORDIE: Should I not have invited her?

ALPHY: No, no, it's...

It's great she's here, really great.

I mean, she's...

Great?

(exhales): Yeah.

Then why aren't you grabbing this with both hands?

You clearly like her.

A lot.

(exhales)

Don't let the hat hold you back.

(inhales) I know.

You're not a hat man.

Never have been.

That could change.

Well, it's not the hat.

Then what?

Well, I'm nervous.

Course you are.

Because she's a funny,

intelligent, and beautiful woman.

You're really not helping.

Who clearly likes you a lot.

(song continues in background)

You could totally be a hat man.

(Cathy laughs) MEG: Hi.

Hey.

Fits me great. Oh, I like it.

SINGER (on recording): ♪ And I took your hand ♪

(ballad playing in background)

♪ And we started to dance ♪

(all talking in background)

What do you think?

About what?

Oh, the, the band?

They were fine.

Yeah, yeah.

Do you play any instruments?

Yeah, the piano.

The piano!

That's fantastic!

(exhales heavily)

Can I take you out?

This weekend?

We could try the Italian down from here.

Geordie reckons their meatballs are to die for.

You want to go out this weekend?

Oh, are you busy?

No, it's not that, it's just...

Well, I haven't heard from you in so long,

I thought you weren't interested anymore?

No, no.

I just got a bit spooked by the whole

your-dad-being-my-boss situation, but...

But why let giant hurdles get in the way?

Meatballs do happen to be my favorite.

Good.

Hey.

I really enjoyed that.

You guys sounded great.

Thank you very much.

How long have you been playing?

Since I was five.

My dad taught me.

ERIC: Hello, gorgeous.

Could I, um, could I get you a drink?

I'm fine, thank you.

Yes-- yes, that you are.

LAUREL: Eric.

We need a band meeting.

For God's sake.

Do we have a London gig or not?

The booker doesn't think you're ready.

ERIC: How could you mess

this up for us? I didn't.

We should have never gone with a girl.

SINGER (on recording): ♪ And underneath those bright lights ♪

♪ I knew something wasn't right ♪

IRIS: You promised.

(speaking indistinctly) You promised.

SINGER: ♪ You slipped away ♪

(singer vocalizing)

BACKGROUND SINGERS: ♪ Shoo-bee-doo-ah ♪

♪ Shoo-bee-doo-ah ♪

ALPHY: Well, as far as birthdays go, that wasn't half-bad.

(Cathy chuckles)

He means, "Thank you, Geordie.

I'm glad you saved me from my introspection."

Thank you, Alphy, for indulging a middle-aged meddler.

(retching, vomit splashes)

(gasps) Oh. Um...

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

You poor love.

It's best to get it all out.

(cries): I, I really have to go.

I should go. (sniffs)

I could never handle my drink at that age, either.

GEORDIE: Don't I know it? (Cathy laughs)

Has Meg gone? Yeah.

You look really good together, you know,

you and her.

Oh, the hat!

Mmm. See? You do care. Yeah.

Two minutes! (chuckles)

AIDAN: You're imagining things.

I haven't seen it. LAUREL (roaring): Liar!

What have you done with it?

I told you, I haven't got it.

Sorry, I was just, uh...

(glass shatters, woman screams)

(woman whimpering)

♪ ♪

(crying)

♪ ♪

I found him like that, I promise you.

Did you see him with anyone else?

You must have heard something, at least.

Did you hear him fall?

Was he arguing with anyone?

I heard raised voices before.

Male or female?

Both.

But there was no one there.

We'll continue this at the station.

I'll need to speak to all three of you.

♪ ♪

Well, it looks like the wound to the back

of the head has caused a substantial bleed.

Only there's no sign of a weapon.

Hello.

(clears throat)

What's this?

Sex, drugs, and rock and roll?

No doubt.

I'll get them tested.

I'm sorry your birthday celebrations ended like this.

Mmm, me, too.

(sighs)

Well, nothing else seems out of place.

It looks like one clean strike.

And it's fresh.

Likely happened not long before you arrived.

♪ ♪

(talking softly)

So if Arun is telling the truth,

then it's pretty unbelievable he didn't see anything.

Something's happened between that lot.

We need them to start talking.

(Alphy sighs)

(bell tolling in distance)

♪ ♪

(phone ringing in background)

I've got sweaty palms.

It's not that warm in here.

(whispering): About this afternoon.

You're not getting cold feet, are you?

No.

I've been waiting for this since the day

I first clapped eyes on you.

I can't believe it's actually happening.

After today, we can call each other

husband and wi... Shh!

GEORDIE: Morning. Laurel Adams

is waiting in the interview room.

Yes, interview room.

Everything okay?

Yes, why wouldn't it be?

You've had a row, haven't you?

No, I was merely reminding Larry

about his dentist appointment

this afternoon-- he'd forgotten.

Dentist?

See?

And I have an appointment with the doctor.

Did I know about this?

It is in the calendar.

Okay.

No bother, then.

♪ ♪

Arun said he heard arguing coming from the back room

before he found Eric.

One of the voices was female.

And I overheard you arguing

with Aidan last night.

So would you say you have a bit of a temper, Laurel?

Whoever Eric was arguing with, it wasn't me.

I'm the one who held everything together.

Any idea who it could've been?

Probably some sad little groupie

who couldn't understand why she was out the door.

Then what were you and Aidan arguing about?

Something's gone missing.

And what is it?

Just a bag.

Well, you seemed pretty angry.

What's in this bag, exactly?

Stuff that belongs to me.

GEORDIE: You think Aidan took it?

ALPHY: A band on the rise.

Thought they'd be able to afford something a little nicer.

They're hardly Jimmy Gilmer and the Fireballs.

(house door closes)

(car doors close)

Aidan?

ALPHY: Hey!

(grunting)

AIDAN: I can explain.

£500 is a considerable amount of money.

(box drops)

Could you explain to us where you got it, Mr. Ennis?

It, it's what I'm owed.

For, for the gigs we've done.

Is that just your share?

It's mine and, and Arun's.

I, I was on my way to give him his cut.

She hasn't been paying us

for months now. (chuckling)

When you say "she"...

Laurel.

Is there a reason for that?

She's a controlling witch

who only cares about money.

Tell us about your relationship with Eric.

We were bandmates.

Only, for me and Arun, it's only ever been about the music.

We were gonna quit after the gig.

We wanted to walk away from them last night, take our money,

but then Arun had to go back

for his, for his guitar.

♪ ♪

The absence of a weapon's been bothering me.

(door closes)

The wound was fresh, and so whoever struck him

would have had to get rid of it immediately.

But that would've meant leaving the room and being seen.

So it stayed in the room.

She's a beauty.

(object rattling in case)

You hear that?

Bingo.

Any idea why this was in your guitar case, Arun?

Did you hide it there after you struck Eric?

No.

Aidan said you and he

were going to walk away from the band last night.

Why?

We'd been together a few years.

The arguing was getting intense.

GEORDIE: You were willing

to walk away from the band

over a bit of arguing.

Or was it something else?

I didn't approve of the way Eric treated people.

But I didn't kill him.

(knock at door)

Sorry to interrupt, boss.

The parents are here.

(sighs)

MRS. DARJI: Where is he?

Can we see him?

GEORDIE: Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Darji,

um, did Arun ever talk to you

about his disagreements with Eric?

No.

We raised him to never fight.

It's just, we found an ashtray

covered in blood hidden in his guitar case.

I'm sure there's an explanation.

Can I ask you, sir, why you're assuming my son was involved?

What is it about my son, exactly?

Rest assured, Mr. Darji,

the police are speaking to everyone.

Arun isn't being accused of anything,

but they do need to build a better picture of what happened.

I know my son, Vicar.

He's always been a good child.

Well, he's an adult now, Mrs. Darji.

Life shapes people in different ways.

♪ ♪

RIDLEY: Ladies.

Put quite simply,

the bank needs to know the money is in capable hands.

I can assure you we have two sets of those.

Uh, although your business proposition is excellent,

I'm afraid the fact remains,

I am only able to authorize the loan

with a signature from your husband.

Not doing it.

Is that really the only way?

Or your father?

He's been dead 26 years.

I'm sorry.

You'd be the only one.

My old dad used to take his wages straight to the pub.

I'm not sure he'd have been the best even if he were around.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Plans A and B may have failed... Mmm.

...but we'll work through the alphabet if we have to.

"Capable hands"?

Oh, I know.

(exhales)

I'm home!

Leonard?

You're early.

The road was very quiet back from the station.

How was the journey? Very comfortable.

Sylvia really was very generous organizing the ticket.

Still not quite sure why she did it, though.

"A generous person will be enriched;

he who refreshes others will also be refreshed."

Perhaps she was seeking a little enrichment.

Now come on, don't keep me in suspense.

How was it, with your parents?

Oh, Leonard, it was fantastic.

I can't wait to hear everything.

Are you peckish?

I attempted a pineapple upside-down cake.

Only it turned out rather downside-up.

You baked?

I had to find something to occupy my time.

What's wrong with a port and lemon and a good book?

You'll be knitting me a jumper next.

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

It's good to be home.

(inhales deeply)

RADIO ANNOUNCER: ...from critics and audiences alike.

After the tragic death

of Eric Mahoney, lead singer of Cambridge band the Velvet Jacks,

manager Laurel Adams has announced a vigil today at 2:00

for fans to raise money for Eric's grieving family.

In other music news,

the Rolling Stones made their debut

this week at London's...

♪ ♪

(crying softly)

♪ ♪

It's a bit inappropriate, don't you think?

Is the money actually going

to his family, or are you taking a large cut?

Only what I'm owed.

You didn't care about the band at all, did you?

You exploited them.

I put my heart and soul into making them the next big thing.

They were gonna be big, because of me.

Well, why did you refuse to pay them what they'd earned?

They didn't understand anything about what it was like

to manage a band.

Besides, they were hardly suffering.

I let them get their kicks.

What "kicks," exactly?

Eric was a cad.

Made his way around the little groupies.

And that one.

I'm pretty sure she's had 'em all.

♪ ♪

ALPHY: I'm sorry.

A real tragedy.

It shouldn't have happened.

Did you know Eric well?

You do know Arun, though, don't you?

You leave me alone.

♪ ♪

DANIEL: Honestly, Leonard, I couldn't have asked

for it to have gone better.

They told me they were proud of me.

They actually said that?

Mother sent these for the house.

(exhales)

(exhales)

They both said they can't wait to come and visit.

Oh, my goodness.

We'll have to move some things around.

And definitely a spring clean is required.

And what do you think they'll want for their supper?

I could go to the fancy butcher's,

the new one.

But you do have to request in advance.

When can we expect them?

Oh, not for a fortnight or so.

We didn't actually fix a date.

Oh, that's good.

Plenty of time to prepare.

So they know about me being here?

They know you live here, yes.

They do?

I told them you were my lodger.

One thing at a time, eh?

Of course.

I'll put the tea on.

♪ ♪

(bell ringing)

Blue?

Or purple?

I like the blue. GEORDIE: Miss Scott.

Mm.

Blue or purple, boss?

For what? The dentist.

There's a dress code?

For the dentist?

I'd go with purple.

Put them away!

I don't want to clash with what you're wearing.

I'm wearing what you see me in right now.

It's just a piece of paper.

What is?

Uh, doctor's appointment.

It's on a piece of paper.

I can't seem to find it anywhere.

Thought that was in the calendar.

It is.

There's also a letter,

somewhere. Yes, I...

Look, any news on those pills

we found at the crime scene? Not yet.

Well, let me know as soon as the results come in.

I thought there was a dress. There was a dress,

but it's too much fuss.

We've an hour to get across town, get married, and get back

before anyone becomes suspicious.

But you need a dress. An address for the dentist.

Doctor.

Doctor.

♪ ♪

I'll give him 15 years' worth of capable sodding hands.

(door opens) LEONARD: Alphy?

Oh, he's not in!

What you doing with that?

I was about to drink it.

About to?

Daniel's made up with his parents,

only he didn't tell them about us.

Take it, please.

But I have to accept that, don't I?

Do you?

Well, these things take time.

And how much more time

do you think you can give him, Leonard?

After everything you've been through together,

and he doesn't even have the courage--

no, not courage--

decency to tell his parents about you?

No, I'm sorry.

Something's amiss here.

Help me with these, will you?

You're not the only one who needs to stand up for yourself.

The arguing coming from the back room, the female voice.

Do you remember the young woman outside the club?

How could I forget?

Brought back fond memories of a young Cathy

throwing up on my brand-new shoes.

I just saw her at the vigil.

She's pregnant.

Those pills we found at the crime scene?

They've been tested.

It's pyridoxine.

One of its uses is to treat nausea during pregnancy.

She said, "It shouldn't have happened."

I, I got the feeling she wasn't talking about Eric's death.

What else might a pregnant woman regret?

Think about it. Being pregnant?

Or who the father is.

ALPHY: Arun, we need to know if you took pyridoxine

from your parents' pharmacy and gave it to a young woman,

the one I saw you talking to at the gig.

MR. DARJI: Son, pyridoxine

must be directed by a physician.

Why? If overdosed,

it can be fatal.

This is serious, Arun.

She could be in danger.

It was only the one bottle.

I just wanted to do something

to help her, she was feeling so wretched.

Who is she?

Her name's Iris.

Who is she to you?

She's having my baby.

♪ ♪

(door opens)

GEORDIE: Iris?

I need you

to confirm you didn't take any of those pills

that Arun gave you.

Iris, I understand it's a difficult position

to find yourself in.

It's only natural to be scared,

out of your depth, when you're unmarried,

but you shouldn't feel alone.

I'm sure Arun and his family will support you.

This is my baby.

And I don't want anyone else involved.

No one is taking my child away from me.

I won't let them.

I will do whatever it takes, I don't care.

But I will not be parted from my child.

♪ ♪

Here are 15 years' worth of vicarage budgets

I managed on my own.

And two years of Swinnerton's accounts,

also run single-handed.

I have no doubt, ladies, that you are

more than capable.

However, the bank cannot authorize a loan to a woman

without a male signatory.

We know.

♪ ♪

This is cousin Colin.

He will be taking a loan out on our behalf.

Hello, Jack.

Brian.

So tell me, Jack...

It's Colin.

Oh, my apologies, um...

So, Colin...

Oh, sod this.

Of course Jack isn't Colin Chapman.

But behind every Colin is a capable woman.

In this case, two!

Listen here, there is a gap in the market and we can fill it.

We know more about women's fashion than anyone.

We know what women love to wear and what suits them.

And we've proved we can handle

the finances-- it's the perfect marriage.

Fashion and finance.

CATHY: And you said yourself,

it's an excellent business proposition.

We've proved we are beyond capable.

All we need are the bricks, and we'll build a strong foundation.

So go on.

Chuck us some bricks, will you?

(clears throat)

(drawer opens)

♪ ♪

I wish you the best

with CeCe's Boutique.

(laughing)

(laughing)

♪ ♪

ALPHY: Arun, I saw you with Iris on the night of the gig.

It looked like you were having a heated discussion.

What was that about?

Were you arguing about Eric?

Was she coming to see him and not just you?

He used her.

In what way?

Eric could have anyone he wanted.

He led Iris on.

Making her believe

he wanted a relationship.

Even though she was with you?

He was only after one thing.

You really care about her, don't you?

What do your parents think about the two of you

having a baby?

Yeah, your parents say you wouldn't hurt a soul.

But jealousy is a powerful emotion, Arun.

Did you kill Eric because Iris was in love with him

while pregnant with your child?

No.

I didn't do anything.

Out of jealousy.

I didn't do anything.

Arun, are you the father

of Iris's baby?

Or are you trying

to spare her the shame of being pregnant and alone?

(sighs): Something doesn't feel right.

What, Arun kills Eric out of jealousy? Mm.

Seems out of character.

I just want to check the case files again.

Now, where the hell did she put them?

Oh, no.

What is it?

(sighs)

ALPHY: What?

Geordie?

♪ ♪

Are you sure about this?

It's the only way.

You know it is.

It has to be just the two of us.

That way, we can carry on as we are

without anyone causing any problems for us.

(footsteps approaching)

REGISTRAR: Mr. Peters and Miss Scott?

This way, please.

(door closes in distance)

GEORDIE: Oh, hold your horses!

Boss!

This isn't how you want to do it, is it?

Really?

It's the only way.

Look, getting married to Cathy was the best day of my life.

If you two are going to do this,

I want you to look back on it like I do.

Now, come on.

You deserve to enjoy it.

♪ ♪

(sighs): It's all downhill from here.

♪ ♪

Wait!

I can't.

What?

I can't get married in this.

That's funny.

Looks like they were thinking the same thing.

Cover his eyes!

MRS. CHAPMAN: Get him inside!

You come with us, love-- we've got just the

"something blue."

(giggles)

(footsteps approaching)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

We are gathered here today against the proper protocol

to marry these two

wonderful people.

They really are, I promise.

Who gives this woman away?

That would be me.

Boss.

And now for the rings.

Best man?

That would also be me.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

ALPHY: Before God and in the presence

of us all,

Lawrence and Jennifer

have joined hands and made their solemn vows,

promising lifelong faithfulness

to each other.

In the name of God,

I declare them to be husband and wife.

You may now...

♪ ♪

Yeah.

That.

You crying? Hm? No.

You? It's just, dust in here.

Yeah, it is dusty in here.

(chuckles)

MRS. CHAPMAN: That was beautiful.

Congratulations, you two.

Thank you, Alphy.

Suppose we better get back to work.

(inhales): Eh?

No.

I think we can stretch to a couple of pints first. (chuckles)

You're the boss.

First round's on me.

CATHY: Oh!

(chuckling)

My old mum would have loved that.

She didn't have much, but she always put me first.

Course she did.

CATHY: You always want your kids to have everything you never had.

And you'll fight tooth and nail for it, and all.

Yeah, that was her.

One time, a kid at school broke all my pencils in half. Mm-hmm.

When I went home and told her,

I couldn't believe the rage in her.

Over a couple of pencils.

CATHY: Mm-hmm.

That's it.

That's exactly it!

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ALPHY: It was you, wasn't it, Iris?

You killed Eric.

You did it to protect your baby.

Arun lied about being the father

because he couldn't bear to see a pregnant woman go to jail.

When in actual fact, the baby is Eric's.

(sighs)

ALPHY: Is that what you and Arun were arguing over

the night Eric died?

You wanted to tell Eric he was the father and not Arun.

I went to tell Eric that I was keeping the baby.

I wasn't gonna tell anyone he was the father.

He wasn't happy with that, was he?

He said that I'd end up blackmailing him

or coming after him for money.

That I would hold it against him somehow.

But I told him I didn't care about the money.

Only my baby.

So how did Eric end up the way he did?

He just started shouting.

Saying how everybody was ruining his life.

Laurel, and not booking London, and now this...

...bastard child.

Did he get physical with you, Iris?

I was so scared he'd hurt the baby, so I pushed him off me.

(sniffles)

And then,

I don't know what came over me, but I was so angry.

So, so angry that I took the ashtray and I hit him.

Arun must have found you just after that.

And he hid the ashtray in his guitar case

so you could slip away.

I'm going to prison, ain't I?

They'll take my baby away from me.

I'm sure the judge will take everything into consideration.

Everything I've done,

it was all to protect my child.

(sniffles)

(breath trembling)

When my child is old enough,

will you make sure that they know I did it for them?

And will you tell them that I love them...

(softly): ...so very, very much...

(aloud): ...and we'll see each other

again one day?

(cries softly)

(sniffles)

(dog barking in distance)

Oh, my...

It's okay.

(sighs): I'm so sorry.

The restaurant said I couldn't wait any longer

without ordering.

They needed the table back.

Meg, I'm so, so sorry, I...

I completely forgot.

I guessed you might have got caught up with other matters.

Well, how about tomorrow? Can we do it tomorrow?

Alphy. Or lunch?

We can do lunch next Saturday, um...

No, wait, I have a, I have a christening on Saturday. Alphy.

I came here to tell you that it's fine.

No, it's not fine-- I need to make it up to you. You don't.

But I want to. Let's face it.

Your heart might be in it, but your head's not there.

Whatever it is that you're going through right now, it's...

It's getting in the way of us.

But I do want to...

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You'll work it out.

You don't strike me as the kind of person

who lets things hold you back, Alphy.

Meg.

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(house door opens)

(door closes)

(decanter clinking)

I can't keep sweeping this under the carpet.

Agreed.

Mm.

Can't be tripping over baggage.

I owe it to myself and to everyone around me

who I care about to open this letter.

I think so.

What's the worst it could say?

That she didn't want me.

But I'm prepared for that.

I've had it in the back of my mind for years.

You can do this.

I'd rather you did.

Sure?

Positive.

Give it here.

(clears throat)

"My dearest.

"Never question if you were loved.

"Make no mistake, you are a blessing,

"and you deserve to live a full and happy life.

"Forgive me, but I simply cannot give you that.

"I have nothing and nobody.

"Even though we will no longer be together,

"I will think of you every day until I die.

"I know you will make the world a better place

"simply by being in it. (breath trembling)

May your light shine bright, my son."

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(exhales)

(softly): Thank you, Geordie.

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DANIEL: Well, this looks wonderful.

LEONARD: Oh, it's nothing special.

Wine.

Oh, not for me.

Don't be silly-- we're celebrating.

No, honestly, I'm fine with water.

(laughs): Don't be such a bore!

I'm not.

So have a drink. No, I...

See, now look what you've done-- it's all such a mess.

Calm down. I didn't want any!

What's wrong with you? Nothing!

Why the almighty fuss, then?

I've been drinking too much.

(inhales)

Far too much.

Depending on it, in fact.

Since my father died.

Leonard.

He left this whisky.

That's where it all began.

All the feelings, they just took over,

and drink just seemed to make it all less

loud.

I didn't recognize myself.

(sighs)

Why didn't you tell me about your father?

Because...

What kind of son doesn't get invited

to his own father's funeral?

I was mortified.

And then every day, it just got harder and harder to tell you.

You should've called me.

And ruin your perfect family time?

I thought you were happy for me.

Of course I'm happy for you.

I'm happy for you and yet sad.

For me.

After everything we've been through,

the fact you still can't bring yourself

to tell your parents about us means there is...

(crying): ...yet another person in my life who is utterly ashamed of me.

I am not ashamed of you.

So why won't you tell them?

All this soul-searching you're supposed to have done.

It, it's complicated.

Life is, Daniel.

I don't know what you want from me, Leonard!

Really? Really?!

The sacrifices I have made for you.

I stood by you after you ran off to that man

and his ridiculous cult.

I even went to prison for you.

(sobbing): And yet you still, you still cannot stand by me!

And that is all I want, Daniel.

Acceptance.

Acknowledgment of what we've been through together.

Now, if that's too much to ask

of you, then...

(gasping)

Of course not.

(sobbing) Of course not.

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Welcome to CeCe's Boutique.

We can't open on Saturday.

We have to adapt.

We need you.

Well, I've always wanted to do fashion.

GEORDIE: Your mum's letter.

We might be able to find her.

No, we won't.

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