Original subtitles

(gentle chime)

(lively music)

(lively music)

(children shouting)

(groans)

(knocking)

- Fancy a fry-up?

My shout.

- Already eaten, mate.

- Coffee, then?

- Gives me a headache.

- All right, pussy, mug of tea.

Look, mate, I'm sorry I asked you to lend me the money.

I've sorted it.

Bank later.

I'm going straight.

- Heard that before.

- Listen, I won't ask you to lend me a penny ever again.

Come on.

Let me buy you a brew.

(Dan chuckles)

- Morning!

- [Lisa] Oh.

Hi, Mum.

- I'm having a go at your skirting boards today.

- Ooh, rock and roll.

Where's Dad? - Power walking.

It's a new phase.

He was up at half six, going skating at 10.

He's on a bit of a mission.

Dr. Phillips told him he had to lose a few pounds.

- Oh, there's nothing of him.

- Ooh, that's debatable.

He hasn't seen his feet since we went to Diana's funeral.

(Lisa chuckles) Have a lovely day, sweetpea.

- See you, Mum. - Bye.

(gentle guitar music)

(panting)

- Hi.

(Lisa chuckles)

- Jack.

Hi.

- Hi, Lisa, you're going? - Hi, yeah.

(Bianca panting)

- We should do it together, you and me, some time.

- Oh, we should, Bianca, shouldn't we?

Definitely.

You and me, do it.

Next time, Jim nips to the garden center, eh?

- [Greg] Wish me luck.

- Could do with a slash.

(loud thud) Watch it, pal!

Hey!

You okay?

He's got me phone!

Little shit!

- [Kate] I'll call the police.

- No, really, no need.

What are they gonna do?

It's gone, isn't it?

Are you okay?

Did he hurt you? - No, I'm fine.

- Sit there.

I'll make you a brew.

- I know, I know, she's late again.

- Yeah, I can cope with the lateness.

It's the fact that she's knocking off you-know-who

that I'm still struggling with.

- Seriously, there's no point dwelling on it.

She'll make her own mistakes.

- Talking of you-know-who,

he's asked me to do the presentation for the AGM tomorrow.

- Wow, that's fantastic, Shelley.

- Mm, I know.

Can you nip out for me?

I want to make it look all snazzy.

Get me some of those nice markers

and some of those pink folders.

- Course. - Thank you, hon.

You redefine the words "on the ball," you do, Lisa Johnson.

(Lisa chuckles)

- And you redefine the words

"go your bleeding self for once."

(gentle music)

Pauline!

Pauline!

- Right, missus! (alarm wailing)

Just step over this way, please!

- Let go of my arm!

I said, let go of my arm, you big shit!

- Can you let go of her arm, please?

- That's violation of human rights, is that!

Do you know what human rights are, mister?!

- That's enough, Pauline!

I'm so sorry.

- Where's your manager?!

- Pauline, will you just pipe down for a minute, will you?

What's the problem, sir?

- Here is your problem, madam!

Do you know this lady?

- She's my mother-in-law.

- Well, you're welcome to accompany her.

We have to go into the office whilst I call the police.

- Police?

Oh, Christ on a bike, not the police.

I didn't nick them.

I didn't, Lisa.

I just forgot to pay for them.

(Simon laughs) I'm so sorry, I really am.

It happened to me in the chemist's the other day.

I walked out with a loofah.

I mean, who'd nick a fucking loofah?

They only cost a couple of quid!

The chemist was very understanding.

He's the one that told me to go to the doctor's.

- The doctor's?

- Yeah.

I thought it was just tiredness.

- Pauline, please tell me what's wrong, love.

- They think it's Alzheimer's.

Early stages.

(crying softly)

- I'll get Dan to come and get us.

- No!

No, not Dan, please!

Please, I don't want him to know.

I couldn't stand giving him the worry.

- I'll try me mum and dad.

They'll give us a lift.

Don't worry, love, I'll sort it.

* All the new times

(spray hissing)

- [Host] And that one goes out to Paddy in Lymm.

He wants to say hello to his wife Carol.

He's asked us to read this out to you, Carol.

"Come back, Carol, please.

"I can't even fry an egg."

(Sue laughs) Mm, so, we've got last night's

lottery numbers here.

And it's a three, 17--

- [Sue] Come on, come on, come on.

- [Host] 22, 36, 41, and a 47.

- Oh, my God.

- [Host] And those numbers again, three--

- Oh, my god. - 17--

- Oh, my God. - 22, 36--

- Barry!

Oh!

Barry.

Barry.

(cellphone beeping)

(cellphone ringing)

Answer your bloody phone!

Come on!

- [Barry] I'm sorry to say that Barry has been kidnapped

by the Taliban--

- Oh, that pillock!

- [Sue] Hi, this is Sue.

Please leave a message.

(cellphone beeps)

- I asked me mother if she wanted to join me,

but she's no good in confined spaces, ma'am.

So, if she wanted to use the toilet in mid-flight,

we'd be in a bit of a pickle.

- All right, you're lovely inviting your mom.

That goes beyond the call of duty, does that.

Did you hear that?

Simon invited his mom to go away with him.

- Really?

- We're talking holidays, aren't we?

- Amongst other things.

- I can't get ahold of anyone.

We're gonna have to get a cab.

- What about that neighbor to yours?

See if he'll give us a lift, the good-looking one.

- Jack? - Shame he bats

for the other side.

Immaculate nails, dead giveaway.

- Oh, I can't mither Jack.

He'll be at work.

- Course you can.

Tell him it's an emergency.

That's what neighbors are for, emergencies, ain't it?

Where were we?

- Turkey.

- Oh, that's right.

No, Dan didn't like Turkey.

They don't wash the lettuce, and they don't use a loo roll.

Not a good combo, that, is it, if you think about it.

- But you said there could be a way

of reworking the application.

- Without your wife's payslips,

I'm afraid it's not going to be possible.

- She's not gonna be my wife

for much longer without this loan.

Do you understand that, woman?

- Have you ever been to Fuengirola?

Now that's what I call a holiday.

Sunset Palace on the main drag.

They've got two pools.

Two pools!

And not a German in sight.

- And your address, Pauline?

- She's staying with me.

- No, I'm not.

- You've forgotten, haven't you?

- Have I buggery.

- Yes, she has.

Put mine down.

7 Lockwood Close, Mount Pleasant.

- Thank you. - You need a break

for a few days.

We'll look after you.

- You're not gonna prosecute me, are you?

- All I can do is run it all by my boss, missus, understand?

Look, I'm sure my boss will, when I give him the lowdown.

With me?

- Right with you, kid.

Eh, any chance of a brew?

I've got a mouth like a badger's ass here.

- Pauline.

(knocking)

You have no idea how glad I am to see you.

(both chuckle)

(cellphone ringing)

(cellphone beeps)

- Louise?

All right, gorgeous?

Brilliant, yeah.

Wait outside the station.

I can't wait either.

(Jack laughs)

Louise, just a sec.

Okay?

- Yes.

Totally.

(Lisa chuckles)

Sorry.

Thanks.

- [Jack] Five minutes.

- Yoo-hoo.

Any ideas for Jim's birthday, Lisa?

- Jim?

Who's Jim?

- Bianca's husband.

- Oh, yeah.

Your fella, the effeminate one.

Hangs out in that stupid little shed all day.

- Excuse me, my Jim's not effeminate.

- Sorry, Bianca.

She's not well.

Honest.

- Hey?

(knocking)

- Hi, love.

- It's your birthday, cock, not mine.

I want you to do anything you like.

Before I forget,

there's a new Japanese film on at the Cornerhouse.

I checked the listings.

Right up your street.

Fancy it?

Do you remember when we went to see "Four Weddings"

in Stockport all those years ago?

All those people sat right near us,

and they couldn't even see where my hand was.

- You're late.

- And you're not my boss.

I don't feel very well.

- Mm, that old chestnut.

- Actually, Talia, I mean I really don't feel very well.

- And you think I've got a solution?

- I don't know.

Have you?

- Clever muggers.

University-educated.

Often seen wearing white coats?

Doctors!

That's what they call 'em.

There's your solution.

(phone clacks)

- I think we need to talk.

- Yeah. - This is the third time

you've been late this week, Denise.

- Fergus, hi!

- Fix us some coffee, will you?

(speaking in foreign language)

- You really expect me to be able to put up with that?

- What? - Well, you think it's okay

for him to talk to you like that?

- In French?

Quite like it.

I need to speak to him.

One sec.

Promise.

I really need to talk to you.

I just need to ask you something.

- Baby, not here, obviously.

- It's pretty important.

- For God's sake, Denise, haven't you got any work to do?!

Envelopes to stuff, stamps to lick?!

- I'm taking an early lunch, Shelley!

- Denise, you've only just come in!

Fergus? - What?

- I'm worried.

- Oh, about what?

- Denise, obviously.

- Go on.

- Well, she's been late three times this week,

taking early lunches, going home with headaches.

She's distracted.

- And that's got what, exactly, to do with me?

- I'm finding it difficult to stand by

and watch her be destroyed.

- That's very noble of you, Shelley,

but you're her boss, not a social worker.

If it's any consolation, I'm finding it very difficult

to stand here and watch you in that skirt, with those pins.

Borderline criminal.

- Excuse me?

- Oh, bit of advice, trouser suit tomorrow if you can.

We don't want a CEO getting a thrombo

before you've had a chance to show him

your mettle now, do we?

Now, Bellamy stats, are we ready?

Come on, chop-chop.

(mellow music)

- Mum.

Is it Thursday already?

Don't tell me it's Thursday already.

- No, it isn't, love.

I haven't come to take you for an ice cream,

I've come to talk to you about something.

- Here?

- If that's okay.

- What?

- It's your father.

- What?

Oh, God.

Just tell me straight.

How long has he got?

- No, he isn't dying, treasure, he's having an affair.

- Dad?

An affair?

- I saw him.

Another woman at the ice rink.

- You've seen wrong.

- He was holding her hand.

It's my hand he holds when he's skating.

I saw it in his eyes, Lisa.

I know your father and I know I might have lost him.

- Mum.

Stop it.

Just go and talk to him.

- I'm not sure that I can.

- Nip out and get some nice new bits, a new lippy, blusher.

Take him for a meat feast, and tell him to explain,

like you did when you thought

he was falling for Gloria Hartley.

Remember?

- The sausages.

- I'm ready for it.

If she kicks me out, it's my own stupid fault.

You know what, mate?

- What? - I don't blame her.

Confession time.

I'm a doomed man.

Get us another pint in, will you?

It's like being shot at dawn, this, man.

- I've run you a bath.

- Oh, very kind of you.

Hiya, son!

- Where have you been?

- What's she doing here?

- Hello to you too.

- I've been trying to call you all day.

- Yeah, me phone's been nicked.

- Who nicked it?

- Some scrote.

- [Pauline] Mm.

- Go and have your bath.

I said she can stay for a few days.

- What?! - I bumped into her in town.

She's not well, Dan.

She's been to see a doctor.

She keeps forgetting stuff.

Confusion.

It's terrible, isn't it?

- The thought of you two under the same roof

for more than half an hour is, yes.

- That's not the half of it.

Me mum comes to see me at work today and she's upset.

She saw my dad with another woman at the ice rink.

- What? - Aw, don't laugh.

She was upset.

- I'm sorry.

But Barry?

Another woman?

- That's what I said.

She does overreact sometimes.

- Family trait.

- It's not funny, Dan.

Me dad's blood pressure is through the roof as well.

Think about it, we're all they've got.

We're gonna have to look after them all,

when they get proper ancient.

- Not for more than two days, we won't.

They'll be going in a home.

- Oh, don't be tight.

We can't put them in a home.

Can you imagine me dad in home?

He'd hate it.

- Barry?

He'd love it.

All that fussing over by a couple of fit nurses.

- Are you for real?

- It was a joke.

- And anyway, since when have you thought nurses were fit?

- What?

- Answer the question.

Nurses fit?

- Well, not all of them, obviously.

Put the knife down.

- But some are, are they?

- Well, yeah.

It's like everything, isn't it?

You get ugly ones, you get fit ones.

Men like nurses.

Get over it.

- Really?

- Really.

Anyway, you'd make a good nurse.

I'll let you fiddle with my privates any time.

(Lisa chuckles)

- There we are.

(somber piano music)

- Sue?

You okay, Sue?

- [Sue] Mm.

- Oh, you look like you've been crying.

- No.

No.

- I won't tell anyone if you have.

Sometimes, you just need to sit on your own, don't you,

and have a little cry?

I've been crying too.

- Oh, have you, flossy?

Why?

- Oh, nothing, really.

Adults' problems.

Just life stuff.

Nothing major.

I mean, no one's died and we don't live in Iraq, do we?

I'm not even sure if it's a definite yet.

- Does he know?

- What? - Fergus.

Have you done a test?

- No, not yet.

- Well, that's the first thing you should do, tilly bud.

Would you like me to come to the chemist's with you, eh?

Buy a little test?

See for sure?

- Oh, would you?

Really?

(somber music)

- [Jack] Your bag, please, madam.

- [Louise] Thank you very much.

(Jack laughs)

Wow. - This is it.

Huh? - Pretty nice.

(Jack laughs)

- This is the last time I fuck up, I swear to you, Shelley.

I'll go to Gamblers Anonymous, Shell.

Name the time and place, I will be there.

(car door thuds) (footsteps treading)

(cellphone rings)

(cellphone beeps)

Bad timing, pal.

- Got an idea.

- What? - The loan.

Unofficial-like, but kosher.

Can you be in Sharston by 10:00 a.m. tomorrow?

- Okay, yeah, cool.

I'll call you later, yeah?

- I've had the worst day ever.

- Oh, babes.

- Half of me staff buggered off and left me,

Fergus is being a tosser, two of me nails broke,

I got a parking ticket for going two minutes

over on the pay and display,

and then I weighed myself at the gym

and I've put on a bloody pound.

- Aw.

Glass of wine? - Oh, God, yeah.

- Curry?

Foot massage?

- Definitely.

- Bit of rumpy-pumpy?

- You are the best husband to me

in the whole world, aren't you, babes?

- [Greg] Mm.

Come on, will you, babe?

Get your kit off.

(Shelley laughs)

(mellow music)

- It's amazing, isn't it,

how much ketchup there is in the world?

I mean, every restaurant you go to

always has ketchup, doesn't it?

And everyone has it at home, don't they?

(spoon clatters)

(head thuds)

I'm sorry.

I'm nervous.

I need to talk to you, Fergus.

It's serious.

- I'm all ears, sweet cheeks.

- I'm pregnant.

- Okay.

I see.

And how do you feel about it?

- Well, I don't think you should go goal end,

you know, when I give birth.

Most men never want sex after they've done that.

My mum said it was like a train wreck when she'd had me.

Fergus?

- Don't worry, sweet cheeks,

I'm here to look after you every step of the way.

As always.

(sighs)

(mellow music)

- Well, Mr. Johnson,

Dr. Phillips says you've been having trouble

in the groin area.

Nurse Lisa wants to take a little look.

(gasps)

Pauline.

What are you doing?

- Isn't this the spare room?

- No, it is not the spare room.

- That's a nice nightie.

What is it, polyester?

- Don't say a fucking word.

- I'm sure I was in the back bedroom.

(chuckles)

- I want to die.

I want a great big alien to come through that window

and take me away and never bring me fucking back.

- She'll forget about it by breakfast.

- No, she won't.

- Yes, she will.

God, you look fit.

Come here.

Serious, lob on.

- I don't think so somehow.

Like I'm in the mood after all that.

I feel a right twat.

Where's me jamas?

(sighs)

(mellow music)

(children laughing) (alarm wailing)

(knocking)

- [Greg] Hi.

- You Greg?

- Yeah. Emma?

- That's me.

Lovely to meet you, Greg.

- Likewise.

- Cuppa?

- Rude not to. Thanks.

(people chattering)

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, thanks.

- You don't look all right.

- Oh, it's just home, you know?

Taking a bit of time to come to terms with it, that's all.

- Come to terms with your home, Lisa?

But it's lovely.

What's there to come to terms with?

- Not that.

Pauline losing her mind.

- Maybe it's something in the water.

- We're trying to get an appointment with the GP.

Dan wants to talk it all through.

He said it might not be as bad as we think.

- True.

We thought my nana had gone cuckoo for years,

but she didn't actually lose the plot till last May.

- Really?

- She's in a home now.

- Aw, bless her.

- Hey, she has a great time.

She's got to wear a nappy

and she watches "Charlie and Lola" all day,

but she's still got her dignity, and that's all that counts.

It's weird, ain't it, life?

To think we're born useless.

We all end up useless.

- And some of us are just useless all the way through.

- Lisa, can you print me off the Bellamy receipts, please?

- Ah, am I glad to see you.

- Really? - Yeah, I've got some

fantastic news.

- What?

- I've spoken with a clinic,

city center, the full works, babe.

You can stay overnight if you feel a bit wobbly.

I mean, it's expensive, you know, but it's worth it.

Well, you're worth it.

And when it's all over, we can clear off

for a couple of days, just you and me.

- Clinic?

- Yeah, babes, you know, for the abortion.

- What abortion?

Who said anything about an abortion?

This is our baby, Fergus.

I'm its mummy.

- Your baby, Denise.

- Our baby.

- No.

Your baby, not ours.

Now, I'm sorry, I'm busy,

so I'll make this really clear, shall I?

Get rid of it, sugar tits,

or I'll be getting rid of you.

(crying softly)

- What's going on? - Nothing that concerns you.

- She concerns me.

What have you done now?

- This is none of your business.

I suggest you zip it, Shelley.

- Or what? - Or I'll take

this presentation.

- You can't do that!

That's all my work!

You know it is!

- Little lesson for you.

The word "hysteria" comes from the French for "womb."

Did you know that, Shelley?

- It's Greek, you prick!

God, can't do this anymore.

- Come on! - She is practically a kid.

You're gonna scar her for life!

- She knows what she's doing!

- No, she doesn't!

She's blind to it, you're the one

that knows what you're doing!

- Yeah, well, I'm always happy

to take a backhanded compliment from the senior staff.

- I am being serious.

I can't handle this anymore.

I can't just stand by and let this happen.

You're sick.

And you can stuff your job up your ass, Fergus.

I'm done!

- Hey, Lisa.

- Yeah?

- I would be really grateful if you could help me out

with this meeting we've got in 10 minutes.

- With the CEO? - Correct.

- Me? - Mm.

Nifty little chance to show 'em what you are really made of.

What do you think?

(clicks tongue)

(door beeps)

(cellphone clicking)

- As long as you stick to the payment arrangements,

there won't be any hassle.

It's as straightforward as you want it to be.

(cellphone rings)

(cellphone beeps)

The wife?

Bet she doesn't know you're here.

They never do.

- I'm not married.

- Course you're not, good-looking lad like you.

Like I said, stick to it, no hassle.

Dead simple.

- What's this? - Half price.

I got it while you were looking at toothpaste.

- Ugh!

How many rabbits have been blinded

to make it smell like that, eh, Barry?

Call yourself an animal lover?

- Sue, are you okay, love?

- Why wouldn't I be okay?

- Well, you've been very jumpy these past two days.

- No, I haven't.

- Yes, you have.

Last night, bite me head off

'cause I missed the first 10 minutes of "The One Show."

- You never miss "The One Show."

Bad traffic?

Like hell, Barry.

You were with her, weren't you?

- Pardon? - Why would you care

about what your hair smells like?

You never care what your hair smells like.

Does she like it to smell of cherries, eh?

- What? - You picked the wrong time

to cheat on me, sunshine.

- Sue?

Sue?!

- Thanks, Kate.

See you. - It's okay.

David! - How are you?

- Good, thanks.

- Here.

They've been back in touch.

- Who have?

- The police.

- What now?

- They've requested extra toxicology reports

on Martin's blood.

- Well, if they're keeping it from me,

they must think something.

- They're probably just trying to protect you.

- Well, from what exactly?

They think I did it, don't they?

- They haven't said that.

- No, but they think it, they must do.

Oh, God, what am I gonna do?

- You've got nothing to worry about.

It's just an investigation.

It'll pass.

- How are your mum and dad taking it?

- Not the best.

They're upset you've not been in touch, Kate.

- Oh, it's been so hard.

They kept telling me to move on.

Everyone says, "Try and move on."

- I know.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it.

- No, look, I'm sorry.

I've met someone else, David.

- Well, that's good, isn't it?

What's his name, is it anybody I know?

- No.

It's a bit difficult.

He's just got out of a bad marriage.

- I understand.

- He's called Dan.

He's moving in here with me once his divorce is all through.

Perhaps you'd like to come over, you and Molly.

We could all have dinner together.

How about that?

- Hello.

- Hello.

How are you?

This is my husband.

This is Simon.

He's a security guard.

- Mind if I show you something?

- She's got some brass neck, has your mother.

- She's been at it for years.

I thought she'd curbed it.

- I'm afraid it's gonna have to be

a lifetime ban from the store.

- Can't believe you didn't tell me.

- She made me promise.

Anyway, all these years you've known she was a tea leaf,

and you never told me!

- Not something you want to shout about, really.

- She started crying, Dan.

I felt sorry for her.

Oh, I'm gonna throttle her when she gets in.

(somber piano music)

- I don't blame you, Barry.

She's very beautiful, and obviously very rich.

I mean, those skates, they're immaculate.

- You're barking up the wrong alley, my love.

It were only Bridie Wilcox.

Her husband were watching us.

And if you'd have come in properly,

you could have sat down and had a natter.

He's broke his ankle.

She just needed somebody to practice with.

They're training for the over-50s free skating championship

in Southport in March.

That's all.

- Really?

- Cross me heart and hope to die.

- Don't ever leave me, Barry.

Promise me you'll never leave me.

- Why would I leave you, you daft bugger?

You're my life, you are.

And you know it, don't you?

- Bingo.

- We've bloody well not.

- We bloody well have.

- How much?

- 170 quid.

- What?

- 170 quid.

- Oh!

Come here, you!

Me and you are going shopping.

(somber piano music)

- I'm sorry.

- What's happened?

- I'm really glad that you sorted the bank out

'cause we're gonna need our savings more than ever now.

- What?

- I've walked.

I've resigned.

I can't do it anymore.

I need to refocus.

I'm gonna go get in the shower

and then we'll talk it all through

when I've got my head straight, okay?

Yeah.

- Ooh.

Has the Pope snuffed it or summat?

- Sit down, Mum.

- What's going on?

- Please, Pauline, just park your ass, will you?

- Ooh.

- We've been for a meeting with Social Services.

- You what?

- They don't think it's a good idea that you should go home.

- You need proper care.

They've spoken with our GP

and he reckons it's a faster decline than you think.

- You're in denial, Pauline.

- We want to help, Mum.

- Fair enough.

But you'll have to change with them curtains

in the back bedroom or get me a blackout blind.

I mean, I can do crack of dawn

for a couple of days like anyone,

but more than a week's taking the piss.

- Mum.

You're not stopping here.

- They've got you a room sorted.

- Over in Withington.

- Withington?

- Nice little care home.

- Nut house, you mean?

- [Lisa] It's only 20 minutes in the car.

- We'll come over at weekends.

- And there's a smashing little garden apparently.

- They said you're allowed in it with supervision.

- They'll be here to get you in 10 minutes.

- Here to get me?

- Well, we're not allowed to take you.

They've got a specially adapted vehicle.

Health and safety, Pauline, it's a minefield.

- And don't go kicking up a fuss, Mum.

You don't want Bianca seeing you

being publicly sedated, do you?

- I don't need a home!

I'm perfectly normal, you idiots!

God, kids!

I thought you two had a bit more up top.

Can't you see when someone's taking you for a ride, eh?!

- What?

(Dan chuckles)

- I think you're the one being taken for a ride, Pauline.

- What?

(both laugh)

You pair of shits.

What's all this?!

What do you think you're playing at?!

- We've had a visit from your mate Simon,

the security guard.

- Pack your bags, Pauline.

- Dementia, my ass.

- Happy birthday, cock.

It's the latest model.

Fella in the shop said they're bringing out

another three before Christmas,

so you'll have the whole set by then, all being well.

- You're wonderful.

- Don't be daft.

(mellow music)

- In fact, you're absolutely bloody marvelous.

- I'm sorry.

- No, you're not.

- You're still very welcome on Boxing Day, the pair of you.

Auntie Ursula is doing a salmon and broccoli quiche.

Ta-da.

(Lisa chuckles)

- Fancy a pint?

(laughs)

(lively music)

* Ooh

- Ooh-ooh.

- Hi.

Let's do it.

(people chattering)

- I'm just nipping to the loo.

Hello.

- Hi.

- Dan's over there.

Come and join us, you and your girlfriend.

- Louise?

- She's very beautiful.

- She's one of my exes, actually.

You'd like her, she's good fun.

We get together every now and again,

just a couple of drinks.

- Probably end up getting pissed and shagging.

I know the score.

- If that's okay with you.

- Can I be forward?

- You have no idea how many times

I've dreamed you'd say that.

(Lisa laughs)

- I might be wrong, but don't waste too much energy

on a woman who's scared to commit.

- Can I be forward too?

You're not jealous, are you?

You were jealous, weren't you, when you saw her with me?

'Cause I am when I see you with Dan.

I saw you looking over.

You saw me go to the gents.

You followed me, didn't you?

- No, of course I didn't.

- Look me in the eye and tell me you weren't jealous.

Lisa, I'm sorry.

I've had too much wine.

I'm sorry.

- Let's get pissed.

(upbeat rock music)

* Time to tell her the truth

* Can I afford myself new shoes *

* All my trying's in vain

* I just can't swallow the pain *

- Fuck it.

* Doctor, here is the news

* I can't get rid of this booze *

* All my trying's in vain

* I just can't swallow the pain *

(Lisa laughs) (Dan mumbling)

* Doctor, here is the news

* I can't get rid of this booze *

* All my trying's in vain.

(Lisa laughs)

(lively music)