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See

you whenever, lads.

Get used to that.

You're a big girl.

Forget this.

Won't be the same.

We ain't seen the last of him yet,
Bert.

You what?

I said, you ain't seen the last of Jack
yet.

Of course, Ray.

It's on me, Lenny.

Pint.

This is a turn-up.

New timetable, isn't it?

Morning, Bert.

Retired now, are we, Lenny?

I've passed the age for it, haven't I?

Not like Ray's here, man of leisure.

Fruit veg trade needs me.

Good luck today, eh?

You haven't told him?

No.

So, we're gonna tuck us, yeah?

No, Vic's coming here.

Eh?

Well, Vic's coming here.

We've checked.

Drink up.

Morning.

Fresh out.

Is that it?

Is that him?

That's him.

What are we drinking?

What's inside?

What do you think?

Mine's a whisky.

I think it's a whisky day.

I mean, he's not just in a box,
is he?

No, Lenny.

He's not just in a box.

There we go.

It doesn't seem possible, does it?

It will, that.

It's heavy, isn't it?

Packed solid.

Is this just him?

I mean, is this all of him?

Where's Bernie got to?

Jesus lucky, and they reckoned you was
pipe-sized.

Is it Bernie?

Ah.

What's that?

It's Jack.

Jack's ashes.

That's Jack.

Yeah.

Jesus, God.

What's he doing here?

Last orders, Bernie.

What, like the one you all used to,
eh?

Yeah, you know what they are.

Didn't anyone tell you, Bern?

Jack wanted to go up to Margate,
be scattered in the sea.

So we thought we should have a last look
in at the coach.

I see.

Get me a large scotch, Bernie,
and one for yourself.

I will.

Thanks, mate.

No, no, no.

It's only us.

Only us.

Cheers, cheers.

I ain't ever a guy, is it?

No.

Yeah.

Jesus, God.

To think he was...

just sitting there six weeks ago.

Only us two, then.

Jack, Jack.

Jack.

Right, lads.

Who's shouting?

As if you didn't, uh...

just test it.

You blokes would die of thirst without me,
wouldn't you?

Same again, Bernie.

Here, here.

Look at the form on this one.

Cheers, darling.

Don't you go coming on to us.

We're all married men here.

Some of us happily.

You speak for yourself.

Oh, come on, Gunner.

Where would you be without your child?

Always pissed and always late.

No, no.

Where would any of us be without our
better halves?

Eh?

Right, darling.

Listen, if you fancy little fellas like
Lucky here, that is a different matter.

There is no Mrs. Raisy.

And you'd be doing us all a favour.

He's been on his own too long.

Got set in his wells.

Oh, all right, Raisy.

All right.

See, I think you could be in there with a
show now.

Well, um...

Point taken, Bernie.

Not much good for business, is it?

Not giving yours any favours, either,
then.

Peace to you, Vic.

You did a really good job on Fosley.

Yeah, the funeral went a treat,
Vic.

Can't mention it.

Yeah.

How's Amy?

Managing.

She hasn't changed her mind about coming,
then?

No.

She'll be with Jim, as usual.

Better decision, innit?

Oh, yeah.

All

we need now is our chauffeur.

Well, they're playing his song.

I wonder what he'll bring.

Seems to be driving a different car every
week these days, as far as I know.

Say we get all wrapped?

That'll be him.

That'll be Vincy.

Any coming in?

Oh, I think young Master Dodds wants us
out there.

Jesus Christ!

It's a mark.

Oh, trust me, boy.

Jesus.

It's a mark.

I just wanted to do Jack proud.

You know, give him a treat.

I mean, this has been stuck in my shoulder
for the past week anyhow.

I just thought the old man, Jack,
should get the best.

I mean, look at it.

Goes along as sweet as a nut, doesn't it?

About as sweet as your aftershave,
big boy.

Hey, don't put a dent in it!

Don't want to lose you a sale,
do we?

All right, relax, Lenny.

What do you do when you're out in the O's,
Vic?

You know, when you're going down the
motorway.

You step on it.

Don't encourage him, Vic.

What else is different?

Everyone makes way for a hearse,
don't they?

Well, you mean they don't make way for
Vincy, eh?

Yeah.

That's Manzolodi, eh, Vic?

On a blue bike.

Never had such loads of time.

Since I left my baby behind.

Oh, look, who are you?

I'm going back to London!

Come on, baby!

Look, who are you?

Where's Marcus, then, eh?

Are you going to throw a bucket of water
over him first, Jack?

He's a young lover.

Mandy, how about a kiss for me,
darling?

Of course, Jack.

Come here, then.

Hey, come on, let the dog see the rabbit,
yeah?

Get out of here.

Take this cloud with you.

Don't.

Sorry, I'm sorry, chaps.

I've got to bail out.

Needs must.

Well, you ain't 40 every day, are you,
Jack?

Only comes once, ain't he?

Come on, then, birthday boy.

You want a kiss?

Yeah, give us a minute.

Happy birthday, son.

Good to see you.

Right, chaps.

Night, Jack.

National dance!

Coach is leaving!

You've got some money.

Yeah, but it ain't going anywhere,
as usual.

Never does, does it, eh?

What do you want back, Mason?

Well, I'm saying it's the coach and
horses, but...

it's never gone anywhere, has it?

No?

Has it?

Still ain't a car built yet that can beat
a jam, is there, big boy?

Did Amy say why she ain't going at all?

Makes no difference, does it?

Jack's none the wiser.

I told Amy if she wanted
to scatter the ashes in

the cemetery garden, you'd
be none the wiser either.

Oh, you're an undertaker.

You shouldn't judge.

Ashes is ashes.

And best to do things wrong.

And wishes is wishes.

How do we know he'd be none the wiser?

Yeah, well, not that I've been such a fool
as to make such a wish myself.

Well, it weren't that specific.

What wasn't specific?

What he wrote about his wishes.

He didn't say that Amy had to do it.

He just said what he wanted done.

Well, how do you know that?

To whom it may concern.

Last orders.

And my ashes taken forthwith is...

It's all a bit formal for old Jack,
isn't it?

From the end of Margate Pier.

Margate?

Hmm.

I suppose he thought he'd get there in the
end, one way or the other.

Well, when did he write it?

It was a couple of days before.

Well, why didn't he just tell you?

Well, I suppose he thought that I think he
was joking.

I mean, that way he makes it proper.

Oh.

Well, you want to do it, Amy, I'll take
you.

What, in the old camper?

Yeah, of course.

No.

Can't do it, Ray.

I mean, thank you, but...

I don't want to.

It's a dying man's request, Amy.

Would you do it, Ray?

I mean, that way it gets done,
doesn't it?

I mean, that way his last wish gets
carried out.

It only says to whom it may concern,
anyway.

All right, all right, I'll do it.

Yeah, of course I'll do it.

What about Vince?

I haven't told Vincy.

Not about this.

Well, I mean, I will, but...

maybe you and him could.

I'll talk to Vince.

And, uh, maybe Lenny and Vicar want to go
as well.

It's not even like he's writing,
is it?

The moment's come, Ray.

Time to sell out the shop.

But it's more to life than bacon,
ain't it?

It's only fair on Amy.

I never made my mind up till about,
what, five minutes ago.

I was, uh, swabbing down those trays.

You know what today is?

June's 50th birthday.

First of June, 1939.

And it's Amy's day for seeing her.

She asked me to go, of course.

Well, she never said nothing, but I knew
what she was thinking.

50 years is special, or it ain't.

So I, you know, I
said to her, I said, I'll

close up early and
I'll see her down there.

I mean, I wasn't saying anything definite,
but it was still like a promise.

But when the time came, a couple of hours
ago, I couldn't change.

Not like that.

So I thought I could change in another
way.

I can tell her something, something to
compensate.

I can tell her I'm packing it in.

Oh, look who it ain't.

It's Mr Rest In Peace.

At your disposal.

Business slow?

By no means lively.

No lodges?

That's the one.

We going down the coach?

Well, I hope so.

Something to celebrate.

What's that?

Guess.

No, no, you can't say that.

I've got to tell Amy first.

When he told me, he looked at me as if I'd
be dead chuffed, as if he wasn't looking

at the woman he'd been looking at for 50
years.

See what I'm saying, girl?

I'm jacking it in.

You get it?

Eh?

Jacking it in.

I thought maybe we'd, er, we'd get a
bungalow by the seaside.

Margate, maybe.

Eh?

Margate.

Where it all went wrong.

Cos he couldn't stand that his daughter,
that our June, wasn't normal.

Margate.

Yeah, Margate.

Yeah, well, what about June?

Well, that's my point.

If I can give up being Jack
Dodd's family butcher, you

can give up going on this
fool's errand every week.

Fool's errand.

That's what he called it.

Fool's errand.

So we were gonna
be... New people.

Happy days.

New people.

In Margate?

Anyway, I don't think we could have done
it.

Not when you tied it all up.

Not when you took away what Jack owed on
the shop.

We would have been a fair bit short.

Don't know where that leaves me.

How much short, eh?

It's about 20,000.

Hmm.

Hello, June.

Oh, well, it doesn't look quite the
serious sort of shoe to me.

I'm sure there are lots of things one can
use one shoe for.

He's gone away.

Lots of things, though.

Ready?

I can pick up one.

Can you try... Amy seen June.

He said, Dave has seen June.

Well she could leave one day off.

I mean, it's not like it's a normal day,
is it really?

Come on, Raisy, here's a line of
information, isn't it?

It's like the horses.

Have to prize it out of them these days.

It's only getting a bit heavy,
Vic.

You want me to take it for a bit?

Yeah, but even then he gives you duff
tips.

Yeah, the last tip I gave came good.

Well, it weren't for any of us.

Who, Raisy?

That'd be telling, wouldn't it?

And the whole world thought
that Jet Dodds had finally

seen the light and
decided to start a new life.

What the world didn't
know was that I'd taken

out a loan to save the
shop five years ago.

And it comes up in a month.

That wouldn't be a problem.

I mean, I sell the house, I
sell the shop, I buy a small

tin-pot bungalow in Margate
and scrape by on the remainder.

Except it's all off now, isn't it?

All bets are off, aren't they?

How much?

Well, it was seven large when I took it
on.

But now they want 20.

You're joking.

We're not talking bank managers,
you know.

It's a special loan, a private loan.

Well, no, Vince.

Vince wouldn't lend me money if I was
dying.

Well, if you can't see
what's right under your

nose, there's a new
supermarket just down the road.

And whoever offers you first refusal will
be their new meat manager.

You've got no choice, have you?

Haven't I?

Well, that's down to you, Dad.

That's your funeral.

But don't come running back to me.

Don't expect me to lay out any money.

At least I'd be my own man.

Your own man?

You never was your own man.

He was your old man's man, weren't you?

It cuts both ways, doesn't it?

That should have been our shot.

Dad, just don't expect me to bail you out.

I ain't got it.

Bit of a dry argument over here,
Jack.

It wouldn't be your shout, would it?

There's a tenner.

Buy your mates a drink.

Buy them a couple of drinks.

Buy yourself one.

I'm going home.

So who?

Sam and Vince's pals from the old days.

Business pals.

Rough stuff.

Understand?

You look like you're begging with that
bonnet.

It's Amy I'm thinking about, Rosie.

When I, you know...

She might want to stay put.

She might want to go through with the
bungalow anyway.

It ain't been kiboshed yet.

She might have other plans.

Either way...

I don't want to see a debt collector...

knocking at her front door.

Hello, nurse.

Do you know my friend Ray?

Kelly?

Yeah.

Take his pulse.

It's faster than mine.

You'll be all right, then.

You don't change, do you?

Yeah.

I need a winner, Rosie.

I need a winner.

I need it like I never needed anything
before.

Here.

Fill in there.

Get in there.

Yeah, in there.

Yeah, look.

This?

Yeah.

It's got a thousand smackers in it.

Eight hundred in fifties.

And the rest in twenties.

You got a thousand in reddies in a place
like this?

What are you doing?

Who's gonna nick it in here?

These poor bastards.

Well, where'd you get it?

Well, they'd be telling, wouldn't they?

Open it.

Count it.

No, no.

I don't trust you.

No.

Open it.

Open it.

It's a ficken, Jack.

A thousand quid to get twenty.

It's a ficken.

What if I put it on the wrong leg?

Eh?

You can't, can you?

Amy needs it.

Think of it as buying a camper.

A thousand pound, remember?

You didn't want to sell it to me,
did you?

A camper.

Anyone tell me, why Margate?

That's where we used to go on our Sunday
outings.

Yeah, Lenny.

Remember the old me, Finn?

You think I don't remember, big boy?

I'm with our Sally and all.

Yeah, she used to love her Sunday outings
to Margate while they lasted.

Hello, Sally.

Good night, Jack.

Good night, Lenny.

Don't get your balls kicked.

Have a good time.

We'll have a beer, then.

Good night, Sally.

Them two kids are getting just like
brother and sister, aren't they?

Yeah, one big happy family.

So Amy'd like to think.

Sally, wave to Mummy.

Wave.

As if we wouldn't take her to the beach if
we could.

See you, Lenny.

Done.

I know what it's like not to be able to
take your daughter to the sea.

To the sea.

To the sea.

To the beautiful sea.

Da da dee, da da dee, da da dee.

Vincy, Sally.

Shut up, Charlie.

Come here.

It's not the same as having your own
daughter there, but it helped.

Oh, it was good while it lasted.

Little Sally got too big, though.

Too big for our little meat van.

Vincy's little playmate was growing up
fast.

And don't think that Vincy wasn't
noticing.

Little playmate.

Beggar.

No more front seat for Vincy.

You've got too big, Lenny.

Then Vincy goes and throws up all over the
picnic things.

You all right, Lenny?

And no more Margate for Sally Tate.

It's a long way from a meat van to a merc,
eh?

And this ain't no Sunday outing.

You think he was just trying it on,
just to see if we'd do it?

Oh, so you think he knows?

You think he can still see us,
don't you?

Of course he can't see us.

He can't see nothing.

Mind you, big boy, if he
can't see us, if he can't

see nothing, why are you
going through the merc?

It's the gesture, Lenny.

It's a nice gesture.

It's a beautiful car.

Margate.

You know, Uncle Bert went
and knocked his grandfather's

clock so Jack and I could
go to Margate for the first time.

Margate.

For the weekend.

No.

Don't ask.

All fixed.

Just get your old man to give you the time
off.

Say it's your honeymoon.

Steamer from Tower Bridge.

What do you think?

Well, it's easy to believe when you're 18
that you can make a fresh start.

The world doesn't have to come to an end.

You just could...

You know, I think I came as close as I
ever did to ditch you in June then.

I wanted to know that if he didn't want
her, at least he wanted me.

This is where they had their honeymoon.

In Margate.

That's why.

I didn't think they had no honeymoon.

I thought they were saving up for a pram
at the time.

Well, they had a honeymoon later.

After June was born.

Yeah, he's right.

Summer of 39.

Must have peaked some money, wouldn't it?

Yeah, it's gone.

It's gone.

It's gone.

You're China.

You're Teddy.

You'd think they could do something these
days.

You'd think they could come up with
something.

It was the only time he ever talked about
her.

Couldn't face the fact that his daughter
didn't have all her marbles.

As he so bluntly put it.

I had this idea once.

The stupid idea of being a doctor.

But I ain't, am I?

I'm more than you is bloody Florence
Nightingale.

The best thing we can do, Aime,
is forget all about her.

Put her away.

Out of sight, out of mind.

It's what you did then.

And that was where he wanted us to spend
the rest of our days.

Happy days.

Well, June.

Your dad, Jack.

He's scattering his ashes today.

In the sea, off the pier, at Margate,
of all places.

Your brother Vince is going.

Uncle Ray.

Lenny.

Vicar calls.

Yeah, well.

Let them go, eh, June?

The old bunch of them.

Let them do it without me and without you.

It's the living come first.

Even the living are as good as dead to
him.

Oh, there's no more.

Here.

Here you go.

Do

you want to hand him over here,
Vig?

Sorry, Rosie.

I was forgetting.

Do you want to hold him for a bit?

Yeah.

Are you quite comfy there, Vig?

I am.

Good, isn't he?

All seats are power adjustable.

All seats are custom.

Yeah, but he ain't the customer,
is he?

Who says?

How much you asking, Vince?

Oh.

A bit of respect, please, Lenny.

Well, it's a nice motor, Vig.

I mean, it's a bit heavy on the petrol.

But 65k in the club.

It's genuine.

Just testing.

Sure.

So, when are you going to retire,
Vig?

Oh, no rush.

There's a few customers I shall hang
around for yet.

Why do you think me name's Vig?

Why is your name Vig?

Well, I'm halfway through a vicar,
ain't I?

You could swan it, Vig.

Do a bit better marg, eh?

Oh, big boy here's aiming for the Bahamas.

Been a greener fro.

Well, is that what Jack cost?

Oh, bloody hell.

The old John had better start saving.

That's what I heard.

Yeah, then plus this.

Thinks these are up for nod off.

Bloody hell.

Jack.

It's me, Vince.

Jack!

It's me.

Jack!

I ain't lost me barbels, Vince.

I know it's you.

I know it's me.

What a green potassium.

I've got a spot.

Her name's Joy.

I'll bet she can give you your bundles of
it.

I know by the way she looks.

You feel right on your feet, you know,
ain't you, Jack?

Here, come here.

Sit.

Lamey doesn't know what's happening.

That's his son.

She don't know if she's coming or going,
eh?

She's all right.

She's managing.

Oh, Mum.

Come here, come here.

It's all right.

She'll manage.

I've got to ease it, pal.

I don't seem much of a doll to me,
Jack.

People panic.

So?

What do you want to talk to me about,
Jack?

I want you to lend me some cash.

Cash?

Yeah, I need some cash, son.

You need cash?

Yeah.

What, you need cash in here?

Yeah, in here.

I need a thousand pound.

A thousand pound?

Yeah.

You need a thousand pound?

Yes, by Friday, let's see.

And not a dicky-put.

Yeah, but... Don't...
don't... don't ask, Vince.

Don't ask.

It's a request, son.

Not an order.

Lend.

Well...

If Vince's young Kath can retire,
Vic, I reckon you can too.

I'll have to think about it.

She didn't retire.

Oh, she's still working for you at the
garage, is she?

Showroom, Lenny.

It's called a showroom.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Showroom, showroom.

You know what's on show, don't you?

Hey.

No, she packed it in, didn't she?

I reckon you lost an asset there,
big boy.

I mean, I think one
of her skirts was worth

six of your ties for
bringing the punters in.

What did you say?

We all stopped somewhere for lunch?

Have a break?

Good idea, Vic.

Jack would have reckoned on us having a
break for lunch.

Anyway, I hear she ain't out of a job.

You hungry, Lenny?

No, I'm thirsty.

No, what I hear is that she's proving
punters of her own.

Oh, hark who's talking.

Well, I've heard your Sally's taken in
paying lodgers, as it were.

Is that why the two of you ain't talking?

No, the bloke she picks ain't too handy.

They like leaving her in the lurch,
like the one she's married to is in jail.

Thanks to you, big boy.

Not cars are not car.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

Yes, and her childhood sweetheart who
bannered after the army.

Five years.

Vince, he signed up for five years.

Couldn't wait to get away.

You can't say he ain't following in your
footsteps, Jack.

He was a soldier once, as well as a
butcher.

I was a butcher by choice.

A soldier, a bleeding defaulter,
I'd call him.

A bleeding deserter, that's what I'd call
him.

It's supposed to be dot and sun.

That's what the sign over the shop says.

It wasn't the only reason.

What do you think was his reason?

It wasn't his only reason.

You don't own it, Jack.

We don't own them, do we?

Oh, makes sense.

We don't own them, do we?

Even when we own them, we don't own them.

You're talking bollocks.

No, the other reason was our Sally.

He left her a little leaving present.

Sally?

I'd say she's going to have to get rid of
it.

What, Vince, you got her pregnant?

So, I reckon I'm going to need one of your
winners, Rosie.

Real quick.

Sally?

Sally?

You know, I thought they'd finish up
together, Vincy and Sally.

Well, they nearly had to, didn't they?

Daughters, who'd have them, eh,
Rosie?

I reckon you've got the right idea,
you know, Vic.

You get yourself a couple
of sons, put them into

the firm, and then you
can bow out easy, eh?

Well, I'll sit on the toilet and all that.

I've got a plan.

Tucker and sons.

Sounds good, doesn't it?

Yeah, Vince.

Tuckers, that's what we're called and
that's what we do.

We tuck them up.

Don't it, Vince.

I'm here, I'm kind.

Gents, just remember who's on board.

I'm kind.

It was like your kindness, Ray.

Letting me use the yard to mess around
with motors.

Your kindness to an ex-soldier boy.

But I can't expect that to go on in death,
can I?

I ain't ungrateful, Uncle Ray.

Oh.

So what are you suggesting?

That you pay rent?

What with?

I'm talking ownership.

I'm talking buying.

It's the same question twice over.

What with?

I'm asking you to make an investment,
Raysy, in Dodds Motors.

Now, it don't exist yet, but it will in
five years.

You don't have to fork out a penny.

You sell me the yardage premises, but
you loan me out the asking for five years.

Come five years, I'll pay you price plus a
percentage.

Mm-hmm.

If I can't stump up, but I will,
the yard's yours again.

Plain and simple.

You can't lose.

Once I've got another car on the go and I've
got the margin, I'll give you a deposit.

And you can keep that and all.

Another one?

Er, before we go any further, there's one
thing, Vincy.

What's that?

It's called a butcher's shop.

Yeah, yeah, Dodds and Son.

God, he ain't still going on about that,
is he?

You know, his old man put that sign up.

I don't want to keep me camper here.

I still need me own space for the camper.

Course you can.

No charge.

I'll even give it a regular once-over for
you.

And if you ever want to trade it in,
I'll see you get a good deal.

How could you sell him the yard?

Vince, it's supposed to be working for me.

What's it say on the shop?

Have you seen the sign on the shop?

Next generation.

Like father, like son.

Don't you think it's time to forget about
that?

He's got his own mind, Jack.

You can't kid yourself any longer,
Jack.

Motus ain't just the lad's hobby.

He's not doing it for the love of it.

He don't stop there.

No thanks to Ray.

I'm just returning the favour.

Looking after him like you looked after
me.

He should be cutting up meat, not mucking
about with Motus.

And in case you haven't noticed,
Vince is your lad, Jack.

Tip off the old block.

Have a drink.

Dodds and Son.

That's all Jack ever wanted from Vince.

I mean, even if he had to pretend.

Yeah.

Fathers and sons.

What did you want from June?

Just a sign.

Not once in 50 years did she give me a
sign.

Not even a flicker that she knew me.

Who I was.

50 years.

Every week.

Except for a few weeks.

20 years ago.

We should have had our fights,
June and me.

You know, mothers and daughters.

That's...

Where's the luck, eh, eh?

It's all down to luck.

Do you hear much from your Susie in
Australia these days, Rosie?

Not really.

I mean, do you think she'd come if he was
here?

You mean dead, Lenny?

I mean, do you think she'd show up?

What a question.

Well, it's a fair one.

I've never thought about it.

Australia's a long way.

Well, it's not as far as from here to the
next world.

What next world?

It's a manner of speaking, big boy.

It's a manner of speaking.

Sydney is further than Sid and Em,
though.

Clever.

Yeah, Rosie, we'll pop in at Sydenham on
the way back, slide round the South

Circular and surprise your ex,
Carol.

Yeah, like we'd be welcome.

Well, you'd think she'd come.

I mean, if it was your...

Funeral, Lenny.

The word's funeral.

I need to make sure I was dead.

HE LAUGHS Come and see.

Thanks, lad.

Sure.

Thanks.

I was having you.

You were back for a few days.

The trip was great.

Andy was great.

Yeah.

You know, we found out where they lived.

Where who lived?

Andy's family.

Back in the past.

Before they went to Australia.

Oh, oh, yeah.

Nice for you.

You going down the coach?

Yeah.

Well, the coach ain't coming to me,
is it?

Yeah.

Are you sure about Australia?

Once you got home here.

What about college and teaching?

There's colleges in Australia and teachers
in Australia.

But you don't know nothing about
Australia.

Well, I'll find out, won't I?

Andy's showing me.

Yeah, I bet he will.

I could show him the back of my hand.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Is it fair?

Don't you breathe a word about that.

Right?

I know, Dad.

I know.

Thank you.

And don't you worry.

I'll look after Sue.

I tell you, I'm feeling really, really in
tune now that I've been here to England.

You know, tapped into my roots.

I know.

I tell you, I'm feeling so much more
together now because of everything, you know.

Because of Sue.

Cheers, Mr. Johnson.

I can't thank you enough.

Have some horse, eh?

Carol, listen.

If she goes, I don't want to see her ever
again.

Understand that.

Carol, you can't stop her.

She's 18.

And I'm not.

I'll come here.

Come here.

I've got something to show you down the
street.

Rockabilly Newmarket, hundred to eight.

What is it?

It's a dorm-mobile.

It's a camper van.

They're travelling home for two.

As we're a couple again.

Well, it's a deluxe model.

That's the last straw.

Well, I guess she decided she wanted more
out of life than trips in my little camper.

But the sub-manager of a bleating domestic
appliance store?

Barry Bleeding Stokes?

What?

Oh.

Yeah.

She couldn't tell me to me face.

No.

It was over the phone.

Goodbye, Ray.

I never said goodbye, Carol.

Nah.

That was my one cheap comeback.

I didn't take a bullet.

I just hung up.

And sat in.

Not moving.

Not badging till six in the morning.

Yeah.

It's got me thinking, eh?

I ought to go and see Sue.

You know?

While I'm still before...

Mind you, I haven't spoken to Sue for...

I can't think how many years.

You can't blame her for that, though.

Not really.

That was more me, I think.

I just stopped writing one day.

You know how it is.

If you used to stop, then it seems too
long to start them again.

Oh, what...

What do you think, eh?

How about going to Australia?

Seein' Sue.

It's not too late, is it?

Eh?

I might have a grandchild.

Yeah.

You never know.

Eh?

You ain't said yet, Raisy?

Said what?

Well, if you think Sue'd show up,
you know, to see her.

Yeah, but Australia's a long way.

Well, if not Sue, then who, eh?

I mean, if you had some special daft
request like Jackie had...

Well, I ain't gonna have no daft request.

I don't know.

Well, as you.

Unless you're thinking of, you know,
planning something soon, eh?

You'll be all right, Raisy.

I'll be about.

I reckon they should chuck you over the
strait at Epsom.

How about you, Lenny?

Where do you wanna be chucked?

Oh, I'm with Raisy.

I'm not choosy.

It ain't material.

Yeah, she's is material.

Yeah, come on, Lenny.

Yeah, but what about you, Vic?

Oh, that's all arranged.

What's arranged?

I bought a plot years ago for Pam and me
when plots was cheap.

Camberwell New Cemetery.

You can go there now, can't you,
Raisy?

Camberwell?

Australia.

See Sue.

See them grandchildren you're supposed to
have.

What's stopping you?

You're a free man.

He's right, Raisy.

I mean, travel a little bit, see the
world.

Stop off at Bangkok, spend a few quid.

It's more a matter of the fare,
Vic.

Put one of your bets on.

I seem to recall it working before.

Yeah.

Should be a nice pub down here,
Vic.

You know, for that lunch you was talking
about.

It's just a gypsy in my soul.

If I am fancy free, fancy free.

Fancy free.

33 to 1.

Trust me.

I trust you, Lenny.

I've got no choice, have I?

Yeah.

What have you done here?

Remember that nurse Kelly I introduced you
to?

She reckons she fancies you.

Come on, come on.

Bye, love.

Bye, Jack.

My mate, Raisy, fancies you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Is there something running in this?

No, no, as a matter of fact, I haven't.

It's just...

This ain't right.

Must fancy one or two, though,
eh?

That'll be chilly, won't it?

I'll make the next runner.

Sure.

Long and short.

Is it all right for you?

Why don't you be getting too excited?

Do you hear me?

It's a special favourite.

Alongside number five, fancy free, the inside
runner in the black and yellow colours.

They're under... Hanging
a bit, ain't we, Raisy?

Yeah.

And they're off.

Out of the barriers together.

And they're even start bunching up quickly
over the rails.

Saffron Street at the front, by a neck
from Katcham.

Western Ocean close on their heels.

Oh, my goodness!

Fancy free, hard up against the back of
the field.

Clips the heels of Rebellion, almost
tripping.

Fights for her footing.

By no means out of the race.

Still looking to make its move in a
tightly barred field.

There's no more than two lengths in it as
they head for the last bend.

With Saffron Street closely challenged by
Western Ocean.

Katcham and Paco's boy.

Not far behind their parting moment.

Victory out at Rebellion with the rest of
the field dropping back slightly.

Falling away at the rear.

Fancy free.

That early stumble may have cost her
dearly.

It's a neck-and-neck battle between
Katcham, Paco's boy and Saffron Street.

Their parting moment.

Victory out at Western Ocean.

Then it's Rebellion
followed by... Wait a minute!

What's this?

Coming up on the outside of the late run.

Fancy free would be right up to tension.

It's flying into seventh place.

Still a long way for the leaders but
giving it everything she's got.

Good try.

Now looking to do the impossible.

Fancy free is gathering in the leaders.

Oh, my God.

Hoo-hoo.

Numbered his lucky day.

Put the mortgage money on that.

Treat yourself to a nice long holiday.

Sammy.

Ray.

Checks.

Ready?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

It don't seem right somehow.

Just to leave him here.

I mean...

It don't seem right for...

for us to go and just leave him here on
his own.

Alone while we have lunch.

It's up to you, Vince.

No, you're right, Ray.

He should come with us, shouldn't he?

Come on, Mandy says she needed some
coffee.

Mandy doesn't know what a lucky girl she
is having such a good husband.

Mandy knows she's a lucky girl.

That's Rochester Council, yeah.

Here you are.

You take care of Jack, Ray.

Three pints of best, please.

Gorgeous.

And you want a drop of scotch,
Vic?

Cheers, man.

Drop of scotch for him, please.

Any grub on the go, baby?

Cheers.

It's a crying shame that Jack ain't here.

Yeah, he'd have appreciated it.

Yeah, he shouldn't have rushed off like he
did.

I'm daft of him.

Still, it's a crying shame.

If he was here, we wouldn't be,
would we?

Because he's not that we are.

Yeah, all the same.

He'd have appreciated it.

It's because of him that we're here.

He wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him.

I'm gonna take a leak.

Thanks, darling.

This is Lucky and...
My fiancée, Carol.

Hello.

It wasn't for my mate Lucky here.

Well, I wouldn't be here, would I,
Lucky?

We call him Lucky, but
his real name's... Ray.

Ray Johnson.

Jack Dodds.

Small fellas have the advantage.

Small fellas have the luck.

I hope you understand that.

I'll get for the enemy.

There's weight to carry around in this
fucking frying pan, mind you.

It doesn't take away from my advantage.

I could knock your block off any time I
like.

I hope you understand that.

Oh, hello, Ray.

Hello, Lucky.

How did you get to be so small,
anyway?

Did someone shrink you in the wash?

Yeah.

Funny.

Who'd have believed it, though?

I meet Ray in Egypt, and he comes from
right round the bloody corner.

You never?

You know the letter street?

Yeah.

You know the spat merchants, Frank
Johnson's?

Oh, yeah.

My dad.

You know Dodd's Butcher Shop in Spring
Road?

Betcha my brothers'll meet there,
eh?

Best bangers in Bermondsey.

Don't I, Lucky?

Jack, get down!

Oh, Jesus, Lucky.

If you hadn't have
pulled me down, I would

have cut that smack
in the wife's best friend.

Oh, so the wife must be thankful,
eh?

Oi!

But I am, Ray.

I am.

Least I could do.

Least he could do.

Save me bollocks for me.

Excuse my friend, won't you, Carol?

What are the odds, eh?

I mean, what are the odds?

Of course, Lucky is the one to ask about
that.

He's got a real head for figures.

But you shouldn't be going into insurance,
Ray.

You should have been a jockey now,
shouldn't you?

Too big for a jockey.

Otherwise?

That's how I've heard, Ray.

That's how I've heard.

Jack.

Jack.

Jack.

Have the same again, please.

No, not with me, Rosie.

Unless you want to find yourself another
driver.

I'll have a nice cup of coffee,
darling.

And half a Corona.

Oh, yeah, and I'll have a large cognac.

Oh, yeah, and I'll have a large cognac.

Guess as well Amy didn't come.

She wouldn't have planned on a piss-up.

Is that tea or whisky you're drinking
there, Vicky?

Tea.

He wouldn't be grudges, would he?

He wouldn't be grudges, would he?

It's a long way to market.

You know, I thought you ain't been nowhere,
sunshine, and you ain't going nowhere.

Then I saw his glove where his face had
been.

And I saw stars.

And I actually saw them like they say you
do.

Well, don't you think it's time to pack it
in then?

Hang out with gloves?

I could have won fifty smackers.

Oh, come on, Lenny.

You're seven years older than when you
lost four.

Yeah, well...

Gunner tape, middleweight.

Always pissed.

Always pissed and always late.

I was wondering, Vince...
What were you wondering, Vic?

I was wondering if we could pop over to
Chatham.

See the war memorial.

Yeah, I don't see why not.

Do you, Rosie?

I would have thought a man in your line of
business would have had enough memorials.

Well, that's why we're here, isn't it?

To remember the dead.

Yeah.

That's what we're doing, Vince.

Mean a detour?

Nah, we can do detours.

Right.

Well, that's my round, innit?

Same again, chaps.

Vicky, Ray, Vince.

Win another coffee.

Something to go with it.

I don't know about you, Lenny, but I'm
driving down to Margate to deliver something.

That's why we're all here.

And Vicky wants a little
stop on the way, which I ain't

against, considering we're
here to remember the dead.

Now, it's just gone quarter past two.

You want to sit here
all day drinking, that's

your business, but I'm
going to the car now.

Then I'm driving to Margate.

So if you ain't coming, you better find
the station.

Toss it.

My old dad used to say, you don't
dilly-dally with the deceased.

Shit.

Hey!

Big boy!

Big boy!

You forgot something, didn't you?

Hey, you forgot something!

Hey!

You forgot this, didn't you?

You forgot your coffee.

You may think you can
do without the rest of us, but

you'd look a bloody fool
going to Margate without this.

He didn't say it was up no bleeding hill.

Hold on.

Oh.

Oh.

Exalted company, Vince.

They used to think I was bad luck at
first.

Kept well away.

But it wasn't long before they realized
how much I was needed.

How important what I did was.

Helped me realize it, too.

Accepted.

Something to be proud of, really.

Pab!

Vic!

So, what do you do then, Vic, when you're
not mucking about in boats?

Ships, not boats.

I'm in the undertaking trade.

Family business.

Well, I never, I never would have guessed,
Vic.

That ain't never be out of a job then,
will ya?

So, you'll be used to handling bodies,
then?

You've got yourself a real winner here,
Vic.

Yeah, spoils the war.

She's a lovely one.

Oh, I'm bleeding.

You nearly finished me.

That's it, I'm paying up smoking.

Heli-go-land, where the hell's that?

Japland, Dogger Bank.

Fucking navy.

Fucking army.

Fucking tourists.

I fancy seeing the pyramids.

I fancy seeing the Indians.

Inside are the nearest not in shot.

Pyramids are tombs, aren't they,
Lucky?

Pyramids are for dead people.

Whereas, that's hearts to hackle.

Eh?

Mate gave me that.

Personal recommendation.

Maybe I could just stay here.

Be kind to your pecker, eh?

Eh?

Yeah, maybe it's
best... Oh, what's up?

Not so long since you seen the missus?

I don't have no missus.

Well, so did...

I have.

Different place, different rules,
eh, Ray?

Lucky man.

Nope.

That's you, remember?

Go on, then.

You sure about this, Ray-Z?

That's all right.

Who's to drive the old man's horse and
cart?

Yeah, but this ain't a horse and cart.

It's a camel.

Trust me.

I'll trust you, Ray-Z.

I ain't got no choice.

Second ride of the day, eh, Ray-Z?

Go

on, I'll catch you up there.

Go on.

Vincy.

Come on, Vincy.

Now, if a butcher can get cost on what he
chucks in his wastage bin...

and in his fat droid, be an happy man now,
wouldn't he?

He'd be laughing.

What you've got to understand is that what
comes into the shop...

ain't what goes out of the shop.

It's about waste.

Exactly.

Now, if you take away the weight of the
wastage from what you buy...

and you divide what's left into what you
paid for it...

that'll give you your real cost,
which is set against your takings.

And don't you forget that.

Because bone'll cost you, and fat'll cost
you, and shrinkage'll cost you.

And not keeping your knife sharpen'll cost
you.

You'll end up with measly scraps of meat
that ain't fit to sell to no one.

And that'll cost you more than anything.

You've got to keep a constant eye on
wastage.

Constant.

It's all about waste.

Good boy, Vincy.

Good boy.

Vincy!

Uncle Ray!

This is Uncle Ray's favourite breakfast
spot.

Because he likes hanging around real men.

Oh, my secret's out.

And he also fancies the likes of that.

It's a love and a party, Lucky.

Stop him.

What are you looking at, you little
rascal?

I don't know what you want to be doing
with all this in here.

You're a good boy, Vince.

What are you doing there?

Keys!

Oh, sorry.

Crazy.

What?

I was wondering.

Wondering?

Yeah.

Jack never said nothing to you about no
money, did he?

I mean, when he was before.

He didn't say nothing about no sum of
money.

What sum of money?

Nah, don't know.

Say, about a thousand pound?

Nah.

He never mentioned no money.

I mean, we've got to see Amy, right,
haven't we?

Yes.

We've got to see Amy, right?

Of course.

Detour.

Crazy.

Give us Jack.

Ah, Jesus.

What now?

Search me.

Wick's Farm.

That's where we first met, Jack and me.

We weren't much more than a couple of
kids, really.

Scratching for a few shillings.

Whatever we could get.

Start picking flowers.

He loves me.

He loves me not.

He loves me.

He loves me not.

So what did you come for?

Feed the shillings.

Same as everyone.

So what do you do when you're not picking
up?

Well, that would be telling now,
wouldn't it?

Picking up girls is what I remember.

It was our holiday, wasn't it?

Well, near as we could get.

Felt like it.

Well, something different, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

Music and singing every night.

Uncles, aunts, cousins.

Pickers from every which-where.

And the gypsies.

Oh, the gypsies.

Oh.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Put the spuds on here now.

Ready?

Gerald.

Quickly.

Can you go and see if you can find the
children?

I've got these from one of Wick's hands.

You want them?

Yeah.

If you want to help me top and tail and
string them.

Yeah, all right.

There's a chair in here if you want it.

And I'll do it on the grass.

S cleansing my very butter.

Jack, come in here.

See if we can't fill it.

Ha ha!

Jack...

You're beautiful.

Check my heart out.

You are beautiful.

Thank you.

Jack.

It's not what you expect from a butcher's
boy.

And to know from his smile that he means
it...

turns you over.

We're here then.

You can take me for a walk.

And that was our June.

This ain't Margate, it ain't what Jack
wanted.

What's he doing?

You tow-rag!

Last orders have to be respected.

Pillock!

No respect for Jack's wishes ever.

I mean, he doesn't have any prior claim,
does he?

I mean, he has no special rights.

He's not kin, is he?

He never was.

Tusset!

You fucking tow-rag, you give me that,
give me that!

What are you doing?

Get up!

Get up!

Always what Vincey wants, eh?

Some son you were, eh, big boy?

Some son.

There wasn't no love lost, was there?

Was there?

Lenny.

Yeah?

What are you doing?

Come on.

Too good for your old man, eh?

Too good for all of us?

That's for Sally.

That's for Jack.

Here you go.

Fuck you.

Lenny.

Yeah, come on!

Now fists, Caratosa!

Fists, you pillock!

Fists, eh?

Calm down, Lenny.

Calm down.

Just...stop, Lenny!

Come on.

Come on.

Don't.

Lenny, leave it!

I wasn't gonna throw it all.

I was only gonna throw a bit.

There's only a bit.

What were you gonna do then?

Were you gonna stop every ten minutes so
you can chuck a bit?

You know, handful here, handful there?

What does scatter mean?

What does the word scatter mean?

What does it fucking mean?!

You should be ashamed of yourself.

A bit like...

This is where.

This it is.

This is where.

See down there?

That's where me and your mum first met.

What's hot-picking?

That's what me and your mum did.

What we used to do down there.

They say Kent is the garden of England.

But it's like we've got to have the
country to have the town.

See them orchards?

Uncle Lenny couldn't have no apples to
sell, could he?

See them sheep, huh?

Come with me.

You see...

With hops, it's not the hops or how you
pick them.

It's who picks them.

What I'm meaning to say is... It wasn't
your mum or me who picked your hops.

We picked someone else's hops.

Her...

Her name's June.

She's your sister.

You have a sister called June.

I ain't got a sister.

Sister!

Sister!

Where is she?

In the nuthouse?

She's...

She's in her home.

But, well...

Actually, she's not really your sister.

She's, er...

Sort of your sister.

Cos, you see...

During the war, the Jerrys, they sent over
these things.

And when they ran out of fuel,
they came down on the house.

It was called Doodle Bucks.

Doodle Buck?

Yeah, a flying bomb.

A...

A V1.

And it flattened the Pritchetts' house.

Killed them all.

Except you.

My baby!

Is it alive, Phil?

Amy rescued you, right?

Otherwise...

Take it, then.

Thanks, love.

All right, got it?

You were born a Pritchett.

Vincent...

Ian... Pritchett.

I came home from the war, and there you
were.

The son I never knew I had.

So you're not really my dad?

Huh?

I've got a cloth in the car, Lenny.

And a brush.

Yeah, an old Jack Rosie.

Now, we need the Canterbury Road.

Look for signs for, er, Canterbury.

Day 28.

Yeah.

Canterbury?

Well, we might as well call in there as
well.

Poppy to the Bleeding Cathedral.

No, you're right, Lenny.

I mean, why shouldn't we take him round
Canterbury Cathedral?

I mean, Jack, he'd love that, wouldn't he?

Yeah, good idea, Lenny.

Nice gesture.

He'd be honoured.

I've never been to Canterbury Cathedral.

Not, you know, inside.

No.

Well, Canterbury doesn't have a
racecourse, does it?

Fourteen centuries.

You never think about that.

Fourteen centuries.

They've got kings and queens in here.

Makes me feel humble.

I like the work.

Got saints and cardinals.

That's where Becky got done, up there on
them stairs.

Full-length view from behind Sir
Augustine's chair.

From the 13th century and perhaps a copy
of Augustine's original Saxon cathedral.

Of scenes completed beyond the transpects
by William the Englishman.

Oh, this is lovely, isn't it?

You all right, Lucky?

Yeah.

Give me a moment.

What?

Was I rabbiting on, was I?

Nah, it's all right.

Here, take Jack for a bit.

I'll catch you up.

All right, Rosie.

You sit there and take it easy.

Yeah.

Well, come on.

I think the Black Prince is up here
somewhere.

Never you say, big boy.

I mean, it's only me to consider now,
isn't it?

Yeah.

Now all your women have run off to places
named Sid some of your other.

Well, with them gone, I don't need it,
do I?

So when Henderson offered me the promotion,
I told him, I don't need a leg up, thanks.

I'd prefer two days less work for a
quarter less wages.

You having a cup of tea or not?

Yeah.

It's all right for some, eh?

Some of us have got to make an honest
living.

Right, darling?

So...

I'll have many a free Thursday.

If ever you want me to drive you,
see June.

Well, that's a long old bus ride you have
to do.

The horses can do without me for a day.

And besides, it's right near heaven.

It's a little bit gruesome.

And maybe I could come in...

and see June.

Yeah, all right, Ray.

Here, old Jack.

Fought with Cressy.

Sounds like a proper soldier boy.

Yeah.

Married to Joan.

A fair maid of kin.

Here, Lenny, look.

Someone else got spliced.

It was Joan.

Doesn't look like he smiled much,
does it?

Fought with Cressy.

And poor Eerie.

Good afternoon.

Vic Tucker, funeral director.

For the like, Mr. Adams.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Tucker.

One moment.

Do you have a June Dodds here by any
chance?

He's been with us almost 30 years.

Down there.

Out the door.

Third door on the left.

Thank you.

All right.

Thank you.

I'll say we take a quick gander at the
Cloisters and make a move.

Right, Lenny?

Big boy.

Well done.

Is he free?

He loves him, won't he?

Give him to me.

I met you the same time as I met Jack.

Did you know that?

What, in the desert?

Yeah, in the desert.

Egypt.

I saw your photo.

I knew the first time we actually met.

In the stationary coach and horses.

I could tell.

Just by the way you looked at me.

We're not gonna see June today,
eh?

I've picked a picnic in the back.

Whatever you say, Ray.

Can't see which one's ahead.

Oh, I can't see.

Come on, Murphy!

Picnic time.

Oh, my God.

Come on, get in the van.

Quick.

You took me places.

Oh, I loved travelling about.

About picnics.

She's like, I'm from Ireland.

Oh, Ray, you're such a lovely man.

You're a lucky man.

You're a little ray of sunshine.

You're a little ray of hope.

I still cherish those weeks, Ray.

Six, wasn't it?

Yeah.

It was a pity they had to stop,
wasn't it?

Yeah, well, I couldn't not see June.

Could I?

No.

And then with Vincy coming
home from the army and... Yeah.

It meant a lot to you, Vincy, coming home.

And seeing June.

And we couldn't do it to Jack.

Could we?

He loved me, Ray.

No one else, Ray.

I swear it.

Hello.

How are you?

All right.

Good night.

I didn't love June.

But he did love me.

Beautiful, eh?

Still beautiful.

Vincy's bloody 40, and you're still
beautiful.

What do you say I take your dancing,
eh?

See?

Yeah.

I want to be the envied one and all.

Good luck.

We haven't been dancing in a long while,
have we?

Well, I don't have enough fingers or toes
to count.

30 years.

Jack.

Come on.

Jack.

What's your Elaine?

That's got to be worth a lot, doesn't it?

It would be bloody rude not to.

There you are.

Thought we'd lost you.

I think a pint wouldn't hurt, would it?

He's a lovely man, your Uncle Ray.

Little rare sunshine.

Did you miss me, June?

Did you even know I weren't here for those
six weeks that summer?

Out of how many in 50 years?

If you tot up the hours we've actually
spent together...

Probably only been about a year.

It's not much for mother and daughter,
is it?

Maybe he was right, Jack.

Your dad.

I did choose you.

He couldn't choose you, he couldn't choose
his own.

Not even at the end did he want to know
how I was, June.

Not even send you my love.

You would have loved him though,
June.

You would have loved him.

You would have loved him.

It's too beautiful, eh?

It's too...

Journey's end.

Hallelujah.

I'm gasping for a pee.

It's Marine Terrace.

Marine Terrace, Marley.

The Golden Mile.

Of course, it's out of season.

Dringley is still there.

And where's the pier?

You're looking at it, Rosie.

Well, that thing?

Well, that ain't a pier.

Yeah, but they call it the pier.

No, it's a harbour wall, isn't it?

Yeah, but they call it the pier.

I mean, there used to be that thing they
called the jetty.

It looked like a pier.

When the steamboats came in.

Yeah.

That's reasonable.

So where's the other thing?

The jetty?

Well, they got swept away in about,
erm...

Storms, 1970.

Yeah.

I remember Amy saying... Yeah?

Yeah, did you hear about Margate Jetty?

Oh, what?

What?

Not much scattering weather.

Well, that depends how you look at it.

Fair old wind.

Yeah.

We don't need to play that, do we?

Yeah, you were right.

Well, where's Lenny?

Has he gone for a paddle or no?

Here he is.

Look at him.

He ain't even done his trousers up.

Come on!

I got my clothes in the water.

Look at him.

Come on, you soppy son!

Come on, Lenny.

It ain't weather for the beach,
I'll tell ya.

Made can of tight.

Mad Jack Dot.

Can you give me whiskin' this up special,
do you?

Mm.

Well?

Well.

Well, June?

They must be there by now.

Margate.

Margate.

Jack in the sea, we're about to be.

Goodbye, Jack.

Goodbye, June.

We've got to make our own lives now,
June, without each other.

We've got to go our own separate ways.

I've got to think of me own future.

You know, 50 years is beyond the call for
bringing up baby.

The most I've ever wanted, the most I've
ever hoped for, and in those 50 years,

I haven't asked for the Earth,
believe me, is that you should have looked

at me just once and said, Mum,
I

couldn't have just stopped coming without
saying this to your face.

Goodbye, June.

If there was anything other than blind
chance in the world, if we could all see

and choose in the first place,
you'd be riding Derby winners,

Lenny would be the middleweight champion,
and I'd be Dr Kildare.

And Vic?

Oh, I reckon Vic's where he wants to be.

I reckon Vic's got it sorted out.

Yeah.

If you ever get the chance, Gracie,
if you ever get the option, you go first.

It's the carrying on that's hard.

Ending, it ain't nothing.

It ain't an option I've got, is it?

I mean, if anyone has.

Seeing as it's just me.

You never know.

Still, I reckon I'm lucky.

Nah, I'm lucky.

It'll be harder for Amy.

Yeah.

She'll need looking after, Gracie.

Yeah.

We've got to see Amy right.

It's all a gamble, isn't it?

Yeah.

It is.

Just a gamble.

It's going to be all right, Amy.

Jack's made sure you're going to be all
right.

That 20 grand, there's no problem.

There's nothing hanging over you.

You can have that bungalow in Margate if
you wanted it.

Or, maybe, you might go on a little trip.

Down under.

Think he'd fancy that.

Down under.

Australia's a long way, Ray.

Oh, yeah.

But then I do like travelling about.

Well...

Oi, come here.

About your thousand.

I've got it.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I'll explain when we get home.

Yeah.

See Amy all right, too?

Yeah.

I think Amy made the right decision.

Yeah.

You're a good man after all, don't you?

Yeah.

Oh, help me.

Not far.

Nearly there now, Jack.

Not too near the edge.

The wind will take him.

Let the wind take him.

Here.

Keep your hands as dry as you can.

Right.

Come on, then.

Go on, Vince.

Come on.

Goodbye, Jack.

Yeah.

Bye, Jack.

Yeah.

Bye, Jack.

Bye, Ted.

Bye-bye, Jack.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Go on.

Goodbye, Jack.

Bye, Jack.

Get up, mate.

Oh.

Got work a day late?

Yeah.

Yeah, it might be a better place,
would it?

Yeah, I could expect nothing less.

Hey.

Yeah.

Drinks are on me.

If that's all up to you, Lenny,
well done, Vic.

If you're shouting, big boy, I'm there
until the last bell rings.

Be my pleasure, Connor.

Jack will expect nothing less.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

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