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You're going to be a nana.

I've got a boyfriend.

Hiya. Hiya.

He's from your dad.

I don't even know what to call you.
Hello, son.

I've got absolutely no feeling for you
whatsoever.

Probably because I wasted them all on
you 25 years ago.

They still love you.

Oh, my God, you know.

Eight weeks.

Why have you told Sean? Sean's not
necessarily the father.

So who?

Rob.

It might be wrong.

This room is proper small.

I can't believe you made me share it
with Luke.

Hey, good boy. For the children in
Africa, I'd give a hind piece for a room

this. Sorry.

What is a hindtooth?

Dunno.

Is it a fang or something?

What?

I'll get her.

It's really brilliant we've got a spare
room, though.

I don't know anyone in school with a
spare room. Except Carl David. And

because his nana died Christmas, so she
didn't need a bed.

It's not a spare room, it's a nursery.

Sean! Babe, when can we tell him?

Oh, shh, now.

Oh, come on, Emma knows.

And Paula.

I never want to know soon with you
getting... Fats.

Curvy. I was going to say curvy.

Look, I know you're excited, but I just
want to wait till I scan, OK?

You're the boss.

Ma 'am.

Ma 'am, it's the laptop.

Rob Morgan sent me a laptop.

He did what?

So me and Luke can Skype each other.

Oh, my God, this is mint, this is.

Wait till I tell little Al.

Will this surprise you as your ex?

Yeah.

Not upset, are you?

Do we daft?

Oh, I've got to fetch Auntie Brenda,
haven't I?

Coming to come?

No, you're all right.

Bit of an acquired taste of Auntie
Brenda.

Be careful of that computer, good boy.

I've got no money to get it fixed to go
breaking it.

No, no, I've got the details here.

There are two projects outstanding.

The barn conversions and the... Yeah,
remind me?

And what's the estimated completion date
for that?

Luke!

Made up your mind about Sunday?

I'm telling you, ice hockey's not a
proper sport. It's like darts or

or something.

You are so going to regret saying that.

Am I?

Hey!

I'll pick you up at one.

Okay.

So you think we can exchange within the
week?

Excellent.

Yeah, I'm hoping so, as soon as things
are finalised.

Yeah, I'll get Anne to sort out the
flights.

All right, cheers, Mike.

Yeah, I'll be in touch.

See you.

Mike, we sink in some beers or what?

Oh, there's me thinking I'll bring him
over here, open his eyes to Canadian

culture, get him watching ice hockey and
snowboarding.

I'm going to the ice hockey Sunday as I
go.

With Kate?

Yeah.

Tonight I want to go boozing with my old
man.

Left with me old.

Sorry, I meant really old.

Well then, looks like I might have
something to celebrate.

How's your friend there?

Oh, good God, here she is.

Sorry I'm a bit late.

Oh, don't be daft, man.

I've been chatting with Petra Sheen. I
haven't seen her since the late 90s.

Excuse the car.

I inherited it.

Very swish.

Hey, I'll tell you something. It's good
to be back in Ponteberry.

Me and your parents should have done
this swap thing years ago. Well, I think

you're mad.

I'd choose Tenerife over Ponteberry any
day of the week. That's what they all

say still at first, but it's an evil
place, that place de las America, full

San Miguel and sodomy.

Oh, it's far more your parents' cup of
tea.

Right.

Right, they didn't like the way they
were when I left.

Yeah, you forgot some weight, mind you,
now.

Yep.

Hey, I'm going to start with me. I know
that.

I'm not trying to teach anyone to suck
eggs.

Nearly there.

Just a couple of morning chills. What's
going on?

Bit of a measurement error. All under
control.

Oh,

charming.

Die, die.

It's not going to work, love.

Need to use a different casket.

Fetch that Sheridan oak up from the
cellar.

But it's Jack and Anne, man.

Well, no, no, no.

And Daddy got the stain out.

They'll be fine.

Oh, fair play, then.

His head is spilling out now, isn't it?

More smoother in the face, like. The
tea's here, OK?

Thanks. Is there anywhere to put the
baby oil?

Er, buy some pepper.

Oh, it's always a worry when they're
first born.

Cos no -one will tell you if your baby's
a minger.

Oh, come on, Jess, do you have to? Oh,
just at the end of this bit.

Apparently, baby massage is on the up
now.

All the watching McCallers are doing it.

Stop, Sav.

Politicians. Pop a bit on with their
bibs.

You're going to like this, Abra.

Yes, you are.

I've got to say, it'll have grown on me,
his name, Av.

Abra. It means cloud.

I know.

Abracadabra, Carl de Collin.

We might start doing massage at the
salon, if the tanning takes off, like.

Come on up, Jack. Remember, here we are.

Are you seriously calling it Tantastic
Botties?

Yeah, why?

Nothing. I think it's meant.

Nadine, how nice to see you.

All right, Jack.

Are you tan?

I really must apologise for the state of
my son's home.

Tanisha.

Emma,

really, this is not good.

Not now, tan.

Yeah, calm down, Mum. It's their home.

Precisely. Not yours.

Now get back down to the shop.

Your break finished 20 minutes ago.

Slave driver.

I could take you to court.

Emma, your husband is about to start
medical school and your home looks like

knocking shop. Come on now.

Chip -chop.

It's fine.

No, it most certainly is not fine. Yeah,
it is. Just leave it.

I think he filled his pants the other
day.

Well done, Abra.

This is the first day of my life.

So I was born right in the doorway.

Aunty Brenda!

What are you doing here?

Carl, my lovely boy!

Well, now there's a treat coming up.

I heard you were coming back, like so. I
got you a bit of shopping in. Treat.

Yes, I love you.

And you love me still.

Nighting shining armour.

Oh, I can see why you married him, kid.

Yeah, but you know he's been divorced
eight years now, don't you?

Oh, it's just a little blip and a call.
We'll soon have you back in the marital

home. Yeah, well, actually, I got a new
boyfriend.

Of course, Sean.

Right. Let's see what state my brother
have left this house in.

Forget it.

She absolutely bums you.

I know.

No, it looks ridiculous.

Oh, heck, it's worse than I thought.

So let me get this straight. You've
bought a run -down construction firm in

Ponteberry? Yeah, it's just Howell's
place. You know, we don't know if you

mentioned it. I just have.

So you're going back to Wales?

Yeah, just for a month. Get it all set
up.

What about me? I just got here. You
don't have to come. Someone else will

it. It's just an investment, that's all.

Hi, guys.

Hey, Glen, look.

Tobias Brisbane.

I thought you hated Ponteberry. I never
said I hated it.

Look, when I went back in the summer, it
was because of you. To meet you, right?

But, you know, I spent some time there
and things happened.

And seeing the old hometown again.

You sound like Tom Jones now.

The people I grew up with.

Like Carl.

Like your mother.

Yeah?

Oh, I get it.

Look, but I hate the disillusion you
like, but Mam's with Sean.

She's dead keen on him, so that ship's
well and truly sailed.

Yeah, maybe.

No, no maybe about it.

Still worth investing in.

You do mean Ponteberry Construction,
don't you? Yeah, of course.

Cheers.

Bloody fascinatiness.

God. What have you got there, then?

Nothing. Boring.

No.

Stop.

Thank you very much, sir.

Oh, let's have a look. Oh, Paul, leave
it.

Undertaking Today.

Yeah. You're getting turned on by
Undertaking Today.

What is?

I'm just...

Really enjoying it, working with you,
doing the undertaking.

See these wicker caskets?

Yeah. They were going down a storm with
the environmentalists. They all wanted

one pretend disaster truck.

Precise, because they make a terrible
noise. Exactly.

But then this fellow Empson discovered
this oil. You spray it on an hour before

the committal, and the whole thing's as
smooth as cussed dead.

Oh, not a sound.

Do you want to play courts and the
widow?

Go on then.

Oh, Jeff.

My darling Jeff.

How am I ever going to live without you?

It's going to be so hard.

So very hard.

Yeah, Dad, honestly, there's
absolutely... Absolutely nothing for you

about.

Yeah, and the gas, and the electricity,
and the council tax.

Yeah.

Right, I've got to go. I'll call you in
a couple of days.

Ben, Gumpa sends his love.

Aye, Gumpa.

Okay, and love to Mam.

Bye.

No matter how many times I tell him,
your grandad thinks you have to shout on

the phone from Tenerife.

I just messaged Luke. We're going to
Skype tomorrow night.

Aw, that's nice.

Do you actually know what that means?

No. You're such a dinosaur.

Night. Night.

I love you, Bethan.

What goes on in that head of yours?

It was nice minding the car for the
blinds in the front.

Yeah.

Oh, my God, I told Janet to make off
when we was opening.

And do you know what she said?

No. She said, not another bloody tanning
shop.

This town used to make coal. Now all it
makes is dirty faces.

You ready, babe?

He's going to do it.

A big man's going to do it, Dean. Yes,
he is.

That's it.

That's it.

He hands off the giant winger.

Is he over?

Is he over?

Is he over?

Oh, yes.

He is over the line.

That was Ben and Deb.

Yes.

I haven't said that.

I'm now thinking of two guys.

You know you're going to have to slow
her down on the island at some point.

I can't afford to.

Yes, you can.

Babe, I'm going to look after you.

Both of you.

Oh, Mum, can I have a lift? No, love,
I've got this lot to shift.

Oh, what?

I'll take her if you like.

Will you? On the farley?

Yeah, why not?

Oh, Mum, can I, can I, can I?

Oh, I don't know.

Will it be safe?

It's safer than your bloody driving. Oh,
yeah.

Oh, go on, then.

Oh, slump.

See you.

See you.

Well,

dear. Oh, Alan Williams.

Now there's a man who vaged.

Auntie Brenda, I heard you were back.

I needed a break, Gal.

I couldn't stand it any longer. It's a
disgusting place.

Me and Melissa had our honeymoon in
Tenerife.

Exactly.

Ken and Meg are over the moon to be
there, but they'll soon learn.

How's that boy of yours?

Still plump?

No. Say hello to Auntie Brenda.

Hello, Auntie Brenda.

Oh, hiya, love.

Yeah, you want to get him on a diet
sharpish before the self -hating kicks

Good God!

Moira Lamb! I thought he was dead!

Alan?

What?

I wonder if I might have a word.

Uh, yeah. Can I get a balance on my
account, Theo?

Hiya, Bethan.

Who's that?

Bethan. Right.

Let's go get her attention.

Good luck, son.

You make me and your mother... Very
proud, dear. Very proud.

Look, you're not coming to the bus stop
with me, OK?

Achababa, we'll wave from here, eh?

Jasminder, come and wave your brother
good luck.

He's going to be a doctor, for God's
sake.

Good luck, Betta. What about his lunch?

He'll starve.

He hasn't got anything to eat.

Yes, he has.

I've done him a sandwich.

Do you really need an egg?

I appreciate that. It's simply out of my
hand. Do you know how I'd always opt

for human interaction instead of a...
Belisha Beacon.

Well, strictly speaking, it's a Pelican
crossing.

A Belisha Beacon. I know what a Belisha
Beacon is, thank you very much.

I'm a lollipop man.

Sorry. When do I finish?

End of the month.

Oh, look.

Yeah.

Hey!

Yui!

You must be Sean, then.

Uh, yeah. I'm Auntie Brenda.

Listen, I'll come straight to the point.
I've got no time for flighty

northerners. Flighty northerners in
leather coats on mopeds with anchoring

older women.

Now, you look after Stella and you and
me get on just fine. But you mess around

with Red and I watch a call and you'll
feel the wrath of my weft, good boy. Do

you understand?

Brenda, you know I love Stella, don't
you?

Love isn't worth the paper it's written
on, boot.

Phil, nice to meet you.

Yeah, likewise.

I'm just trying to, you know, develop an
elegant glide.

More respectful, like.

Right.

Anyway, Mr Mason, he's ready now. He's
set to stay.

Just in time by the look.

Mrs Mason, I am so sorry for your loss.

Shall we go through?

I'll tell you what, Jan.

It's going to be stunning.

No two ways.

The whole town will be browner and
fishier.

Like a bolognese.

Aye.

And it's what Dean has always dreamed
of, I imagine.

Being her own boss -like.

Aye. Like the manly one in Dragonsden.

Only without the shoulder pads.

Mind, you would not want to meet her
down at Dark Alley on a foggy night,

you? Oh, I don't know.

She did it for me, that one.

Oh.

What's that?

Who's Bodie when he's room?

What?

Tantastic bodies.

Come on, Carl.

Detail, detail.

We've got to keep on top of it.
Otherwise we'll be out of business

tanned our first ass.

So, OK.

In your own time, and only when you are
ready, my assistant is going to remove

the sheet and let you see Mr Mason lying
peacefully, resting in peace.

May God bless him and keep him.

Yeah, go on then. I'm ready.

Do it now. Do it now.

That's not my husband.

No, that's definitely not him.

Sorry, mate.

Easy.

I've read this one.

Terrible ending.

Everyone dies.

Yeah, that's what I heard.

So, are you coming to the union with
her?

Um, well... Wrong answer.

Are you coming to the union with her?

Yeah, OK.

Go on.

A text phone's come in.

Yes. Come in.

Come in.

Good God, have you burgled?

Yeah. Having a little sort of, yeah.

Might be something here worth a few
quid.

Never know.

Maybe.

I suppose you want to buy something, do
you?

Hat?

Nice.

Something happened. I lost my job.

I'm being replaced.

Oh.

Felicia.

Belkin.

Oh, my crap. Sometimes, isn't it?

Yeah.

Trouble.

Alan, are you smelling my head?

Yes.

That's it. That's it, yeah.

have to keep my eye on you.

Why? You're in danger of becoming a
little bit boring.

Come on, the sunny side up. One more. I
can't.

Go on, son. One more. After three. One,
two, three.

Now,

they hear you could enrol for maths on a
Monday and a Thursday, and your English

on a Tuesday.

And that leaves you with two free
evenings for other subjects.

Oh, my God.

I'm not resitting my GCSEs how many
times?

So you're going to just work in a shop
the rest of your life, are you? You and

Mum do.

You don't find me complaining and
telling you to do resits. Better.

That is hardly the thing.

Dad, I'm never going to be funny.

And for me, life's not about getting
letters after your name and a poxy

paycheck. I want to do things with my
life. Proper things, things that count.

Hiya. Hey, um... Me and Beth are going
to have a game of Jenga later. You want

to play?

I can't. I'm going to Mum's to tea.
We're all skyping lips tonight.

You give him our regards, eh, Abra?

Will do.

Ciao. Bye.

Proper things like Jenga, you mean.

Jenga, Jenga.

Oh, at least I'm not on drugs.

Yeah.

I know you're thinking, Boots, and you
can stop it right now, looking at me

that old judgmental.

Mum? In a bit, yeah.

He's sleeping, he is.

I thought if he has a kip now, he'll be
awake for a chat with Luke.

Aw, wake him in a bit, is he?

Have a little cut with his nana.

In a bit, yeah.

Do you hear him, Sonny? He texts me.

He says everyone's really nice and
friendly and that, but he's got, like,

of work to do.

Well, he would, I suppose.

Yeah.

So, how are you feeling?

Fine.

You've been lucky not having the morning
sickness.

I was vomiting every day, I was, do you
remember?

Yeah.

I've been thinking.

It's going to save you a load of money,
you having Abba's hand me down.

Do you want tea, do you say, or coffee?

I didn't.

Mum.

Every time I mention the baby, you
change the subject.

It's like you don't even want to be
pregnant.

Yeah, well, don't really, Emma, if you
must. No, I think the whole thing's a

bloody disaster.

What? I'm 42, I've already bring up
three kids, and now I'm a nana as well,

I just don't have the energy for
starters. And Sean, Sean won't shut up

it. Like he's the only man in the whole
world ever to become a dad. And I just

want the whole thing to stop.

Can't you, Emma? Yeah, I can.

I've had enough then.

It's really crap.

You're only feeling like this because of
Rob.

Because there's a tensey chance that it
might be Rob.

But you and Sean, you were fine till
he'd come along. And now he's gone, you

be fine again.

You love Sean. That's all that matters.

Isn't it?

I'm not sure if I do, Prash.

Ma 'am.

Well, if I loved him, why did I have sex
with another man?

Hiya. Hiya, monsieur.

Hi.

Knew you'd met Auntie Brenda this
morning. Yeah, didn't exactly welcome me

open arms.

Sounds like a kiss of love. Very hard.

Oh, sorry. You put your feet up, I'll
get the tea on.

Luke,

coffee.

Letter there for you.

Fancy a run tonight?

10K? Might do you good. Fuck off, I'm a
labourer.

I'm burning calories all day, not like
you, Mr Deathcliff. Yeah, it would be

embarrassing, wouldn't it, being beaten
by your really old man?

From the immigration lot.

They want me to go in.

Oh, they love a bit of ceremony, the
Canadians.

Your full visa, Mr Maurice.

I don't want to hand it to you
personally.

Oh, my God, was that a Canadian accent?

At least I'm not still talking like a
Welshie boy from the valleys.

Oh, my God, was that a Welsh accent?

Shut up.

Were you going to do this, um, scraping
malarkey, then?

In the den, I thought.

You going to say hello?

Um... Yeah.

Yeah, I thought I might.

Just to be polite, you know.

Sure.

Right, I'm off.

Oh, come on, son. Excuse me, who gave
you permission to stand down, please?

I did. I'm leaving before I start seeing
things I wish I never saw.

Oh, Sonny thought I was leaving
everyone, going back to his mama and

Oh, I'm going back to my wife, actually.

Come on, baby.

You're married?

Yeah. See ya.

So how's he going to hear what we're
saying?

Cos he's a microphone, eh?

And the camera can see all the boom. And
he tested it out.

That's incredible, mind.

What they can do these days, eh?

What time is it in Canada, like?

Lunchtime.

So we're dying, eh?

So we're ahead of them?

It's like them and our Doctor Who. Time
travel and that.

I mean, really, we could tell Luke
what's going to happen today, couldn't

Oh, don't spoil it for him.

And, ma 'am, don't shout, OK?

I'll cry when you see Luke.

Oh, ash now, I only got... Five minutes.

So when are you actually going back
then, to where?

Might be ending next week.

You don't waste time, do you?

Life's too short.

When you go back, you gonna visit my
mother?

What do you think?

I think you're off your tree if you
reckon you got a chance with her.

You live in Canada, man.

And Sean's 32.

You did know that, didn't you?

Well, yeah. I thought he was something
in his 30s. He rides a Harley and he's a

boxer.

And she's nuts about him.

Give me one good reason why she'd drop
him for you.

Rob.

Because I love her.

Bollocks. And I think she loves me.

More bollocks.

And because the night before I left for
Canada...

Me and your mother, we slept together.

Please tell me that's bollocks.

No, it's true.

Can you answer that?

I can hear you, but there's no picture.

Oh, my God, there he is. Hello, my
darling boy.

I love you.

Hold on a minute. I can't see you.

Hang on.

Yeah, and I can see you now, all right?
Yeah.

Oh, Ben, you could have dressed for the
occasion, like.

Sorry.

All right, Sean?

All right, mate.

Hey, Sean, what's with the baby?

You been up to no good since I've been
gone then, or what?

Well, actually... It's your little
nephew, it is. Give him a minute, Sean.

Oh, let Sean go look at your lovely
face.

Oh, man, he's a boot, isn't he?

If this is you, we all do love.

I don't. I've got a massive bedroom now.

Hey, look, say thanks to your father for
the laptop.

It's really generous of him.

Yeah, it was.

You could thank him yourself if you
like, Mum.

Oh, no, it's all right.

No need to bother him.

Hey, Rob.

You come with me alone to the folks back
home?

It'd be nice for you to say thank you,
Ben.

Hello. Hey, Rob.

All right?

Rob, thanks for the laptop.

It's awesome.

Oh, it's a pleasure. Glad I could help
out.

So, what's been occurring, then, in
Canada land?

Nothing much, really.

You, John?

Well, actually, Rob's got a bit of news,
haven't you, Rob?

Have I?

Yeah. Looks like he'll be popping back
soon to Ponderberry Lake.

Why? What for?

Um... Well, I bought a local
construction firm.

Uh, Ponteberry Construction, you know
it, ma 'am. Idris Howell's his place.

packed it in. So I bought it off him.
Yeah, but why would you do that?

It's a really good deal.

Couldn't you find something a bit nearer
to home?

But Ponteberry is my home.

Salts. No, it's not.

So when are you coming back, then?

Could be next week.

Right.

Well...

Don't say anything now. What?

What news?

Well, come on, Stella. How many stupid
scans next week?

What scan?

Oh, my God, ma 'am, you're not ill or
nothing, are you? No, no, she's not ill,

mate.

She's pregnant.

I'm going to have a baby.

Wicked! Can it be a boy one?

Congratulations.

Do you know what, Sean?

Sometimes you can be an absolute idiot.

You were just in a kerfuffle because you
saw Rob.

No, I'm not.

It's bound to make you a bit odd. You
haven't seen him since you shagged him.

couldn't give a toss about Rob.

It's sure I'm pissed off with opening
his big mouth.

But why?

They're all going to know this week
anyway.

That's not the point. It was my news and
he knew I wanted to wait.

Adele, what you've got to realise is
that men are like small children and

They get a bit overexcited.

Your brother's just the same. He's
obsessed with being the best funeral

in Wales at the moment. And it is doing
my head in.

Yeah, well, everything's doing my head
in at the moment.

Yeah. That's just your hormones.

You moany old whore.

Oh, Paula, can I tell you something?

What?

Last week, I heard Sean, you know, in
the bath.

Wanking? No.

Singing? No, you know.

Oh, pumping.

Popping. Shut up.

Shut up. You know I can't handle it,
even saying the word.

But it's a milestone in a relationship
when a fella parps in front of you.

You should take it as a compliment.

You parped in front of him, didn't you?
Will you stop saying the word parp?

Still, it strikes me you've got bigger
problems than parping to fry.

Like, what are you going to say in six
months' time when that baby pops out

vajojo with a shock of ginger hair?

Oh, great. Really helpful. Sorry.

Strawberry blonde.

Yeah?

Well, of course they have to be dead
first.

It won't work otherwise, will it?

OK.

Oh, my God.

Sean's a good bloke, Sal.

He's fucking gorgeous. You won't find
another one like him in Pontyperry.

No.

I won't, will I?

Aren't you two meant to be at work?

I'm on afternoons. You sound like Dad.

Emma, where are my trainers?

Oh, where were they? By the back door.

You know, I found you in the bathroom
last night, didn't you?

Surrounded by all his books, he was.
Fast asleep.

Aw. Nah, blah.

Yeah, well, that's because it was the
only place to work.

You weren't in any state to work when
you got home.

You're pissed for doing that stupid
smile.

For what?

It was his birthday.

I wasn't pissed, actually, babe. I only
had a couple.

Don't you think I'm going to start
making a habit of it or anything?

Don't be daft.

Anyway, I've got something to tell you
all.

It's going to be all around the town, so
I wanted you to hear it for me, like.

It's about my mother.

Have she died?

She's pregnant.

No way.

Shut up.

Yeah. You didn't want to tell no one
until the scan, but Sean told Rob and

now and they can poop till last night,
so you may as well know it all.

Do you think we should offer two for one
on the protein shake?

Just the first week, like.

Ah, no. I've been thinking about that a
bit.

How about we turn it on its headlight?

One for the price of two.

That way, they'll think they're getting
something really special.

Dad, I've got something to tell you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Slow down, Slovanovich. It's about Mum.

Oh, my God, I've hit you.

What? No.

She's going to have a baby.

What?

Hiya, Jack.

Aren't you Brenda?

You'll have heard the news, I expect.

How is Stella?

Expecting again, she is.

Sorry? I know.

Carl will be devastated.

Why she couldn't keep her legs crossed
like the rest of us, I'll never know.

there we are. These are the times in
which we live. As you could.

I'm sorry, I think that's disgusting.

Yeah, you said you.

I mean, I'm surprised she would even
have insects, if I'm honest.

Because let's face it, once you're past
40, you should knock it on the head,

stands to reason.

I'm 45.

Oh, don't be childish.

What?

Don't hang up on me.

Stella.

Look, I know you're annoyed with me and
you've a right to be, but... I want to

make it up to you.

Because I hate sleeping back at the
flat.

So get your glad rags on. I'm not sure,
man.

No excuses.

I'm going to whine and dine you. Well,
dine you anyway, back into being friends

with me.

I booked us a table where we had our
first date, so...

I want ten out of ten for romance and
see you there at eight o 'clock.

And what about Ben?

Ben's staying at Carl's.

See? No excuses.

OK.

Hey, stop!

I heard you're up to duff.

Well done, kid.

Life from the old cocking girl, yet
then.

Come on, Banjo.

Next time you see me, I'll be a
Canadian.

Sort of.

Will you talk to her for me?

Who? Your mother.

Oh, look, I'm not getting involved in
all this. You just have to sort it

yourself. Well, I can't talk to her when
Sean is there, can I?

You know, and I need to know if it's my
baby. I don't think that's unreasonable.

No, of course not.

His appointments are at 12 and I don't
want to be late. Oh, yeah.

Sorry. See you later.

Sorry. I spilled my drink.

Die, die, Missy and Popo.

Oh, I'm shimmying it now, isn't I?

Just trying to have a little break.

You know you can't keep it from me,
don't you?

Me? You were being very brave.

Die, what are you on about?

Stella's baby.

I know how much it hurts.

Because we never had one like it.

She's very nice.

So are you.

I'm really sorry for upsetting you.

That's okay.

But I'm not sure that they all know.

I'm glad.

Yeah.

Hey, I wonder if they still do the
mushrooms.

Come

in.

Hiya. Luke Morris?

Yes. Hi. Thanks for coming in.

Do sit down.

I'm afraid there's been a problem with
your visa.

How'd you mean? You seem to have omitted
telling us about your prison record.

Yeah.

We've booked your flight, Mr. Morris.

You're going home.

You're right.

So they're meatballs.

No. No, it's not the meatballs.

God, I love you. Why, thank you, kind
sir.

No, I really do.

I know.

You know we were talking about names the
other day?

Well, you were talking about names.

And I've got to say, I'm not a fan of
nothing fancy.

I mean, what's wrong with John or
people? No, no, wait.

I'm not talking about baby names.

I'm talking about your name.

I want you to change it.

I want you to change it to...

Mrs. McGaskill.

Audrey, don't.

I want you to marry me.

OK, this is not the reaction I was
hoping for.

Sean.

before Luke went to Canada.

I slept with Rob.

Can't you leave?

You've broken my fucking heart.

If you ask me, it's all for the best.

Young fella like that, he'd have been
off like a ferret of a drainpipe when

had that baby.

It's a bad time.

you and me need to talk face to face
there's nothing to talk about oh there's

plenty like why we ended up in bed
together for one thing

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