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Michael!

Oh, my God! Mike! Get your bloody hands off him!

Find yourself some other poor bloke to annoy.

Cos this one's mine and YOU are not having him.

Oh, but I have had him. Michael, tell me she's lying.

Oh, God, I feel sick.

♪ And then she smiles

♪ And my heart starts beating

♪ I go weak inside... ♪

PHONE RINGS

Oh!

Hello? Cheryl?

'The line is disconnected. Please contact your service provider.'

Oh, for God's sake!

Ben! We're late - get up!

DISCONNECTED TONE

Oh, well, that is just perfect

Ben, I've been cut off. I need your mobile.

Did you want to borrow my phone? I'll manage. Thanks.

BEN! GET UP!

Sorry, it's just Ben left for college about half an hour ago.

Right. Brilliant.

If you need any help with the bill... No, thank you.

Oh... taken up football?

Yes.

SHE HUMS "Things Can Only Get Better"

I need to use your phone. Mine's been cut off and Cheryl's been calling.

You've been cut off?! Cut off, she's telling me?

Oh, just when I thought you couldn't sink any lower, good girl.

Aunty Brenda, can you give me a minute, please?

You come charging in here shouting the odds,

telling me you've been CUT OFF!

Well, you are bringing this family low, my girl, let me tell you.

Hi, Cheryl? It's Stella...

Morris. Listen, I'm sorry I missed your call, but my car's broken down.

Anyway, I'll be there as soon as possible.

That's the thing with you cheating, two-timing,

slippery love-rat-cheats.

That niece of mine is over there, in tears, her phone cut off,

not a penny to her name. What are you doing?

I'm taking Don Juan by here down a peg or two. He's ruined you.

Look at you - dog rough, putting on weight...

Aunty Brenda.....puffy face. Just leave it.

Well! That's the gratitude I get, is it?

Well, I'll be back when my itemised bill comes in.

- I wasn't in tears, by the way. - Right.

Hello, Katie.

Good morning, sir. Sister Spragg.

Ward round notes all up to date. Oh, and a message for you

from Dr Hebden on Cardio.

"You old slag, who you bringing to the vino bash tonight?

"Cos Lowther's looking for a spare."

Thank you, Sister.

Was there anything else? No, sir. Over and out.

Hmm.

Nadine, what are you doing?

I gotta keep active, Big Al. I'm doing football later.

But in the meantime, every step counts. For the baby, like.

We have talked about this - waitress...

I'm a mother first, a woman second, and a waitress fifth.

By rights, you should be barred.

Yeah. Sorry. Erm... I'll go.

Hold your horses. Now, look.

Stella Morris is my friend.

My really good friend, in fact. If she hurts, I hurt.

We're like that round here.

Alan, really, I don't need any lectures.

But the truth is, I like to think of you as my friend an' all.

And much as you're a twat, you're a nice twat.

So... cup of coffee and a little sausage roll, is it?

And we'll say no more about it. Thank you.

I thought I'd get some cash together, try and help her out.

Aye, worth a try.

I know she's skint at the mo.

I mean, I'd lend her some myself, but...

Business not picking up yet? We're losing money hand over fist.

Well, I could take a look at your books for you, if that's any help?

- Seriously? - Yeah.

You are a lifesaver. In that case, that one's on me.

Just hang fire.

Not fussy what you stuff in your gob, are you?

Them sausage rolls is all trotters and nostrils.

Nice.

I think we should all be vegans. But then what do I know?

Right, here we go.

The accounts.

Ah! I've been looking for that.

Cheryl, I am SO sorry, but the car completely conked out and I didn't...

Save it, Pinocchio, cos your nose is tickling my chin.

20 minutes late means 20 patients die.

What? Someone died?

Yeah. Well, no. But they could have of.

Now, you missed my debrief, so listen up.

You're all flying solo today.

Got a question? Answer it yourself.

Need help? Tough.

Don't know your angiograms from your enemas? Get out.

If you put one foot out of line,

I'll be coming down on you like not one, not two,

but seven ton o' bricks. I'll be performing spot checks.

Leaping out on you when you least expect it.

So stay sharp, or die trying.

Hey! Did you bring your football kit?

What? No! Oh, bollocks.

Morning.

- Hiya. All right? - Yes.

See you later.

Mrs Lloyd, is everything...?

Mrs Lloyd, can you hear me?

It's fine. She's just fainted.

Oh, my God! Dan!

Hello, Celia.

What, you two know each other?

Stella, this is... I'm her ex-husband... my ex-husband.

Oh!

Is there somewhere I can put her down?

Five candidates. One crown.

Who is that?

It's me. It's my publicity photo.

Blimey, it's a bit out of date, innit?

I won't lie - this has been a long-held dream of mine

for many a year.

I've been wanting to run for office since the three-day working week.

Looks like you were planning this from the year dot.

Have you been smoking the reefer, Dai Davies?

Cos you do reek of paranoia.

It's funny how it's all worked out perfectly for you.

Stop cutting your nose to spice your face.

We can be a team, you an' me.

Yanto, get down the printers

and have them make me up a load of posters.

I was thinking this kinda thing.

Mm-hm. You'll need balloons an' all.

And key rings!

And a giant life-size cut-out of your head.

And body, like.

That's the ticket!

Got it all mapped out, haven't you, Aunty Brenda?

- Hello? - All right?

Sorry. I was actually just looking to sell my bike.

I was wondering... Never that silky little Bonneville I've seen you on?

Yeah. I just need some quick cash. I'll give you 1,800 for it.

No chance. He'll give you a grand. Take it or leave it, Steve McQueen.

Nice to see you smiling again.

Yeah, well, life's too short and all that.

Yes, life is short.

You could drop dead from an aneurysm right now.

Let's hope not. Do you like fish?

- Yes. - Sorry. I mean to eat.

Because, er... You should go for a meal.

We could go for a meal. Or a drink.

OK, I'll spread the word.

Yeah. Or, erm... don't.

It's the consultants' wine tasting tonight.

They'd never normally let someone like you in.

Nurses. Especially a student nurse. But I've got a plus one, so...

Oh.

Great.

But I WAS pressing 2!

Hiya! Aunty Brenda BBMed me, told me your phone had been cut off!

Great. Why not just announce it on the news?

I got you a sandwich. Thought you might be in need of

a good meal in your belly, what with times being so hard.

I'm not Bo-bloody-jangles.

It was just a mix-up with the direct debit.

Anyway, I've just been thinking.

You know I've been kipping on Daddy's sofa

for the last couple of months? And, well, no offence to Daddy,

but he's up on the Xbox all night, - keeping me awake. - Speed it up!

OK, so how about I become your lodger?

I'll pay rent, of course.

What? Oh, I dunno, Bobs.

Look, I can't think about that now.

It's an amazing offer.

So Pontyberry. Seriously?

That's the life of a locum - you go where they send you.

How long you staying?

I don't know. A week, could be two.

I barely recognised you.

Oh, bloody charming!

20 years together and I'm just another face in the crowd, eh?

You look so different.

Yeah. I shifted the beer gut and cleaned myself up.

It wasn't really the best look for a physio.

Besides, I felt like I owed it to our Liam.

Y'know, get off the booze and sort myself out.

Dan, I'm glad you've figured things out. I'm really pleased for you.

But you should know, I've met someone else. I'm happy.

Good. You deserve it.

Oh, Nurse, General Ward this way, is it?

Yeah. Straight down there.

Cheers, babe. Kids!

- Oh, God! - What's the matter?

Long story. Look, I've got to go.

Listen, I've got a break later. Why don't we grab some food?

I can't. I've got football. You're playing again?

Yeah, I'm the coach. Pontyberry Ladies.

Proper little local, aren't you?

Yeah, I am. This is my home now, Dan.

I'll speak to you later, all right? Yeah. All right.

Oi, which one of you got backwash in my pop?

No, I never.

Hiya, babes. Didn't know - you worked here. - Yeah.

I need a word, I do.

I've brung my niece and nephew to see my Nana Pat

and I can't believe this. No-one's been seeing to her.

Cocking neglect, it is. Gasping for a gob of tea, I am.

She's had to make do with coffee. Right.

Hey, that costume do look lovely on you, mind.

Slims you down a bit, doesn't it?

Thought I'd better warn you, Beyonce is... I've already seen her.

A vote for Aunty Brenda is just like voting for your aunty.

Hurry up, Dai Davies!

I know you've got little legs, but if a Chihuahua can run...

Go on, now's your chance - go and speak to her.

Just play it cool.

Fine. I will.

All right?

Where you off to, then? Porthcawl. Lily's never been.

Stunning, it is. The sea's all twinkly.

Right. And luckily for Lily,

I've passed my driving test, so I can drive us.

Whatever. Porthcawl's a dump.

As if. Right, come on.

Can we come? Thought it was a dump? Get in.

That wasn't cool.

You sure you're OK?

Yeah. She'll be gone in a minute.

Anyway, forget her. What's going on with Dan?

Did you know he was here?

No. It was a complete shock!

Turns out he's the new locum physio.

I thought you said he was a drunk? Well, Action Man now, apparently.

What's Alan said?

I've only just found out myself.

And I don't want to upset him. You know how sensitive he gets.

Yeah, but you don't want him finding out from someone else.

Oi, Kentucky, you're doin' my head in!

Stella Morris, check Mrs Evans's BP. It's all right, I'll... Speak up!

It's all right, I'll... Speak up! I said I'll see to her.

Not on your nelly, Brackstone. I never asked you.

Now, I know her over there jiggeroo-ed with Stella's fella,

but there's no room for personals in nursing.

Deal with it, Morris. Poncho.

A vote for Aunty Brenda is just like voting for your Aunty.

Vote for George the butcher.

Bit late hitting the campaign trail, aren't you?

I've been porking all morning. First chance I've had to come up for air.

Since when was you standing?

Since now, that's when.

Look at you - buying voters off with your rancid meat.

That's low, even for you.

Quality lamb shanks, these. Nothing rancid about them.

Lamb shanks is my favourite!

I'll shank you in a minute, if you don't stop squeaking, Dai Davies!

I'm gonna have them eating out my hands. Literally.

You're crossing a line, good boy.

And I'm gonna make it my personal business

to see you pop like one of your cheap sausages.

No, I told you, I can't meet you now.

You'll just have to wait, won't you?

The red ones.

Babe, I gotta go.

Men, eh?

You're bastard killin' me, you are.

Nearly done now.

Can you stop kicking, please?

You pay your cocking taxes,

then these nurses come and manhandle you like an old mop.

Ow! You're butchering me!

Christ, what you doing to her?

She's a little worked-up so...

Kentucky, stop kicking! Right you two, behave.

And you get off your phone and take responsibility for these children.

Er... You can't talk to me like that.

I'll talk to you exactly how I like, good girl.

This is a hospital, not a zoo.

My arm is black and cocking blue.

I was only taking your blood pressure!

You're sick, you are.

Hurting her, like that - she's an old lady!

I wasn't hurting her!

Just cos you're jealous of me and Michael.

Right. Listen to me.

And I'll say it slowly so you understand. I am not jealous of you.

I feel sorry for you. - You're pathetic. - Pathetic, am I?

Can't get a man of your own so you - steal someone else's. - Nurse Morris!

I'll take you to court, talking to me like this.

Go for it! Actually, I know a good lawyer.

Oh, but so do you! Know him intimately, in fact.

Nurse Morris, that's enough! Yeah, walk away!

Just be grateful I'm walking, - sweetheart! - My office.

This is amazing.

See, I told you. Stunning, isn't it?

What are you doing?

Just saying...

Me and Ben used to come to this beach all the time

when we were younger.

Tell them the story about the crab. Nah, it's rubbish.

Go on.

OK.

Well, basically, me and my mam and all that was down here.

I was seven. Maybe eight.

No, I was seven.

And I caught this crab.

In a little net. A big crab.

Like... massive.

And I took it to show my mam and as I was showing her it...

This is the best part.

It jumped up and bit me!

BOYS GUFFAW

Come on, Lily, let's head down.

You've gotta up your game.

Better?

Yeah, thanks. Sorry about that.

I find, erm... wine helps.

Yeah.

Look, about this evening - I'm sorry, but I can't go out with you.

I know I said I would, so it's my fault, but, erm...

I just didn't realise it was a date. And after what just happened now...

A date? No. No. No. Of course not. I meant, erm...

I just thought you might want cheering up. As friends.

- Oh. Right. - It's fine.

I've got to work late now so I was going to have to cancel anyway.

Well... I should get on.

Yeah.

Hello?

KYLIE TUNE BLARES

What's going on?

Don't mind the mess. - Just unpacking, I am. - Hang on!

I was going to think about you moving in. I never actually agreed.

You did, babe. I know what I said, Bobs.

Aw. You're stressed, you are. Do you want a valium?

It looks like a bomb's gone off.

You gotta crack a few eggs to make an omelette.

And they're not my words. They're Mary Berry's.

This is a good thing.

I'll be paying rent and helping you out with the bills.

You know what, do what you like, cos I don't care.

Oh, God - you've come over all Sylvia Plath!

Banjo, turn the gas off.

Yeah, well. I'm a rubbish nurse, a rubbish girlfriend

and I'm even rubbish at football, because I forgot my sodding kit.

Anyway, how did you get in here?

Michael let me in through the curtain.

Oh, that bloody wall!

Are you sure you don't - want a valium? - Knock-knock.

Enter at your peril.

I heard you come in. I just wanted to give you this.

I know you're struggling at the moment.

Unbelievable. Oh, it's nothing. Really.

What, so you think I'm some sort of charity case?

- It's just for your phone. - Paying me off with your pity money?

Well, you know what? And I don't need it and I don't need you. End of.

All right?

Hiya.

Guys, this is Jonny.

All right, lads?

Yeah, good, man.

We just built a sandcastle.

Massive, it was, with turrets an' everything.

No, we didn't. Just chilling. You know?

You surf?

Uh. A bit. Yeah.

He doesn't. We're gonna go get a burger, if you fancy it?

Nah, looks like there might be some decent waves - could be epic.

But... text me or something, yeah?

Safe.

Laters.

Laters.

Oh, my God! He is so fit!

Are you serious? He looks gay.

Ben, don't say that.

It's not cool to use "gay" as a derogatory term.

All right, ma'am!

- So immature. - You are. Oh, I'm immature?

Funny that, seeing as I'm the one that drove us here.

So says the girl who can barely do a parallel park.

Don't even know how you passed. Well, I did.

Maybe cos your mother's minted and she paid them off or something.

So says the boy who can't even tell Lily that he fancies her.

What? Shut up.

No, I didn't. Why you being such a cow for?

Come on, Lily, we're going.

Shall we go looking for crabs?

Welcome to the first practice of the Pontyberry Ladies football team.

Knock 'em dead, Dine! Bloody loves you, babes!

I've a pertinent question.

Where's all the men?

Ladies' football team, it is, Parvadi.

Clue's in the title. You've got to be joking!

And you can keep your eyes off the father of my child,

thank you very much.

Now, we'll start off with a gentle warm-up.

Running through the cones and back. Nice and easy.

Now, move, move, move!

What you lot cockin' doing, then?

First practice. Pontyberry Ladies. Fancy joining?

Hang on. Can I use this for my community service, like?

I don't see why not.

Hey, hey, hey!

On the cockin' head, lads!

Pick up the pace - I told you to run, not stroll!

She's so quiet normally. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Look at your man, Dale Winton.

We wanna be back on the High Street, Aunty Brenda.

Where the action is.

School will be kicking out shortly

and this place will be crawling with not-so-yummy mummies

and their potential votes. Talking of which...

Hiya, Rhian, love. All right? All right, Bren?

How's it going, Mr President? Tickety boo.

I need a break, Aunty Brenda.

If we're going to compete with George the Butcher's lamb shanks,

we're going to have to work - together. - It's a fool's errand!

Well, you could always buy off George,

get him to drop out of the race.

That's all you want me for, isn't it? My money.

If the press get hold of this, they'll eat me alive.

Where's your backbone, Dai Davies?

What's all this?

You're looking at the next councillor of Pontyberry.

And it all starts here with a hope, and a dream and a whatsisname.

Come on, Stella.

Tell me about it after, is it.

All right, presh? No. Bloody knackered, I am.

Come on, get those knees up. UP! UP! UP!

There's nothing better than a cheap burger, seriously.

I thought you were a veggie?

I am. I just eat burgers. Oh, yeah. Right.

THEY LAUGH

Lily's just so deep, you know? - Like, intellectual, like. - Yeah.

You know what I said is true, don't you?

Ben does actually fancy you.

He tried to talk to me at your party, but that's it.

He barely even looks at me.

I'm always smiling at her.

She brushed up against me in the canteen.

And it was like... heat, you know?

Yeah.

So clueless, though. Bless him. He's all right.

"And there was, like, this crab. And then it like, it bit me."

I just don't think you can call yourself a man

until you've really loved a woman.

- Little Al? - Yeah?

I think I love her.

Just hit me with it.

Well, simply put, your outgoings are greater than your incomings.

Less of the jargon. Speak English. Just tell me how we fix it.

Well, one option might be to extend your opening hours.

The more people you serve, the more money you take.

Bloody hell, you're a genius, man.

You could start with a couple of nights a week.

Maybe a Friday and a Saturday?

You're blowing my mind, you are.

And I'd like you to blow it more,

but I gotta lock up and get to the football.

Is that Stella's football?

Yeah. It's only training, like, but I thought I'd pop along.

You fancy it? No. She won't want to see me.

Now, that's enough.

A women likes a man who takes the bull by the horns.

You gotta persist. Wear her down.

Keep chasing her till you get on her nerves so badly she just gives in.

Really? Yes, really! Now, come with me.

Give her an orange.

Now, that is a tasty bit of toast.

I'd butter that on both sides. And put jam on it.

Eye on the ball, ladies. SHE BLOWS WHISTLE

My ball! Out the way! My ball. My ball.

Oh, ref - you see that? The bastard hacked me!

She didn't touch you.

You better sleep with one eye open, Wong.

Take a photo. It will last longer.

HORN TOOTS

Carry on. I'll be back in a minute.

This is a nice surprise.

Well, I wanted to show a bit of support, like.

I'm glad you popped down, actually.

I wanted to chat to you about something.

There you are. For half time.

I know it's only training, - but still. - That's really sweet.

Hold the line, caller.

Look at the back.

When did you get these made? I got the whole team done.

Aunty Brenda, your sponsor, stumped up the cash. What d'you think?

They're amazing. Thank you.

So, what did you want to say to me?

It was Betty Wong, for cock's sake!

No means no, Aunty Brenda.

Yes, I've got deep pockets, heaven knows I've got deep pockets,

but not for this. You're nothing without me.

Really? Is that so? Let's see about that.

Because I'm taking me and my deep pockets to George the Butcher.

If you say "deep pockets" one more time, I'm going to knock you out.

Me and my deep pockets are out of here!

I don't need your help, you little Judas.

I'll win this on my own!

Hang on, girls. - I'll kick it back, is it. - Thanks.

♪ Things can only get better

♪ Can only get better

♪ Now I've found you

♪ Things can only get better... ♪

Aaargh!

Somebody call an ambulance!

It's all right. It's all right.

OK, come on, Aunty Brenda.

5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10... Ambulance, please.

5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10...

- Learnt your lesson yet? - Yes.

PHONE RINGS No. We don't need nothing off you.

Hiya, Luke. Can you come and get us in Mam's car?

What? No, I'm coming.

I'll be there now.

What's happened?

It's my Aunty Brenda. She's had a heart attack.

Oh, my God!

Come on, get in. We'll drive you there.

What hospital is she at?

- St Catherine's. - Is she all right? I don't know.

What happened?

It'll be OK.

♪ When my time comes around

♪ Lay me gently in the cold dark earth

♪ No grave can hold my body down

♪ I'll crawl home to her... ♪

What's happened?

It's my Aunty Brenda. She collapsed in the park.

I think she's had a heart attack. BP is through the floor.

I'll go with her. Wait here.

LOUD CRUNCHING

I just feel like it's my fault.

It's no-one's fault, man.

What if this is all we got left of her?

They're probably not up to much, but... Thanks.

What's happened? Are you OK?

There was an accident at football. Stella's aunty.

Worried sick, we are. Alan Williams.

Dan Brackstone. Nice to meet you, mate.

Brackstone? Weird - that's Celia's surname.

Well, we were married for 20 years, so... Right.

Alan, this is... This is Dan.

- Eh? - You all right?

She's going to be fine. As well as can be expected.

Oh, thank God for that! But she needs a lot of rest.

Thank you, Doctor.

Don't thank me. It was Stella who saved her life.

Can we see her?

She's just come round, so she's a little confused.

But that should wear off fairly quickly.

This way.

♪ Pie Jesu

♪ Pie Jesu

♪ Pie...#

Has she gone twp?

Aunty Brenda! You didn't half scare us.

ALL CONCUR

Come closer, so I can see you.

There was a bright light.

Blinding. And there was a figure there, beckoning me in.

Bobby Davro, it was.

Bobby Davro?

Karly, is that you?

Oh, Aunty Bren, what you doing to me?

We brought you something.

Grapes.

Waste of money. Absolutely no medicinal merit in a grape.

But enjoy, all the same.

Aunty Brenda, I'm so sorry.

Dry them eyes, good boy.

Only God can judge you.

Take it from me, I've met him.

Handlebar moustache, he's got.

Right, everyone out. Aunty Brenda needs some sleep.

I love you. I'll be back when you wake up, OK?

Yeah? Get some rest now, is it.

All right, Aunty Brenda?

All right, Dai Davies?

Look... whatever you need for this councillor thing,

you've only to ask - right?

Anything.

However I can help, I will.

You grubby little squirrel!

You've got cheese puff dust all over your hands!

I'm a nervous eater. You know that, Aunty Brenda!

Go on, clear off now.

I'm meant to be sleeping, not yakkin' with you.

Nos da, Dai Davies, bach.

Nos da, cariad.

I'll be in the car.

How was she?

Batty as a brush. But she'll be fine.

I know. She just updated her Facebook status.

You were incredible earlier on. I wanted to tell you that.

Well... And I need to apologise. About the money.

I just thought if I sold the bike, you could use the money.

You sold the bike? But you loved it.

Oh, Michael!

It's OK. Mid-life crisis is over now.

Although I've still got a hankering for a tattoo.

SIREN WAILS

Right. Well. Better get Ben home.

So long.

Yeah. So long.

It did put it all in respective, don't it?

You are so bloody spiritual, Dine. I know.

Hey, Celia! All OK now?

Yeah, she's gonna be OK.

I'm sorry if I caused any trouble earlier.

I just assumed Alan would know about me.

He does know. You didn't cause any trouble.

Dan, please don't.

Look, take my number. There's no harm in a coffee, is there?

Please.

CAR HORN TOOTS

I've got to go.

Oi!

I called my nan. The kids've been good as gold.

I'll go grab us a table.

Two half lagers, please.

All right? With the missus, is it?

Ah, yeah. Hell of a night we've had.

Been meaning to say, about that money...

Whenever you're ready.

Cheers. Moving house and that, it's skinted me out, it have.

If you need another little lend, all you got to do is ask.

Serious? That'd be a life saver. Aye, no worries. Two hundred do you?

Ah, that'd be immense.

That's only if you're sure, though?

And you're a mate, so I'll keep the interest low.

You're late.

Have you come alone? I'm no amateur.

So we have an agreement. You drop out of the election?

I'm a man of my word, Dai Davies.

And this stays between me and you.

I've got some lovely lamb shanks left over for tea if you fancy them?

Bobby?

Right, don't be cross.

What's going on?

Ta-da!

Bloody hell.

- Immense! - Who's done that?

Me. Best bricklayer this side of Treorchy I was in my day.

Like riding a bike. You never lose it.

And I've had a good go at your room an' all, young man.

Oh, what..?

I just thought, y'know, you'd appreciate some privacy back.

Are you cross?

You're cross, aren't you? I can see it in your face.

No. I'm not cross. It's probably - for the best, isn't it? - I think so.

Mam!

He's been in my room and set fire to all these smelly twigs.

Joss sticks, they're called, babe.

And I've done you a favour, cos that pit stank to high Jehovah.

And don't get me started on that duvet. Like a sheet of metal it was.

Shut up!

We got a cocktail bar and the place is spotless.

Well, you know me - as clean and svelte as a feline.

Now, then, we're having a girlie night in tonight.

I've got Beaches and Terms Of Endearment on DVD.

Right.

Ooh!

And... I got you one of these.

I call it the Judy Garland, cos it'll pick you up

and run you down - the Yellow Brick Road. - Thanks.

This looks well boring. There's no way I'm watching these.

My Fault by Imagine Dragons

♪ We've been missing each other

♪ My fault Is it my fault?

♪ We've been missing each other

♪ Walking down to the water's edge

♪ Asking why I'm here instead of home

♪ Now I stand alone

♪ I stop to stare at the ocean side

♪ I'm breathing in just to feel its side

♪ Like you were here with me

♪ Is it my fault?

♪ We've been missing each other

♪ My fault Is it my fault?

♪ We've been missing each other... ♪

I'd love to have dinner with you. I'll meet you there after my shift.

- - Hi! - Hazel, is it? - You must be Luke.

Oh, my God, are you a male prostitute?

Right. I'm calling Celia.

No point. She's with Dan. Doing what?

Running off together, for all I know!

Well, come on, then! Give me your - best shot! - Oh, for goodness sake!

Don't say I didn't offer.

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