All language subtitles for The Trouble With Maggie Cole 1x05 - Episode 5 (English)

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James Bond is not ambiguous.

I heard you get up about half one.

I thought you'd come down
for a glass of water or something.

Oh, I couldn't sleep.

I came downstairs and watched telly.

There was some film on.

Jaws, I think.

- Which one?
- The one with the shark.

- Look, Maggie...
- I think I'd better get dressed.

Maggie, do you not think
we should talk about this?

You've had ten years
to talk about it, Peter.

And you want to do it now?

At 7:00am, half naked with

Piers bloody Morgan
wittering on in the background?

- I'll turn Piers bloody Morgan off.
- This isn't about Piers bloody Morgan.

Every holiday...

every Christmas dinner...

everything that we have ever done
as a family.

His graduation.

His engagement party.

His wedding day.

Learning that we're about to become
grandparents.

Everything we've ever shared.

And all this time,

you and him with this secret between you.

Keeping it from me.

Hiding it from me.

It wasn't like that.

You can take the car,
I'm not going in today.

Why?

- What are you doing?
- I'm not doing anything.

I need to process things.

You've had ten years.

I think I can have one day, don't you?

Hey, Josh.

- Morning, Kelly. Everything all right?
- Everything's great.

I'm just gonna head back
and drag Neil out of his pit

and then that's us away till Monday.

Thanks again for doing this, Roxy.

So, the fridge is stocked.
I've made your bed up.

And I've even put a mint on the pillow.

That's OK, I packed toothpaste.

Erm, so, yeah,

Alex is going to pop over later,
if that's OK.

He's not staying or anything.

We'll just order a pizza
and watch a film with Josh.

Great.

So, he got in touch eventually,
then, did he?

- You don't mind him coming over, do you?
- No, no. Of course not.

I could hardly say no now, could I?

Not when that one's face lit up
at the word pizza.

Just promise me you'll guilt trip
him a teensy bit

for dragging it out so long, yeah?

A teensy bit?
I'm demanding the full hands and knees

pleading for forgiveness routine.

Good girl.
It's the only way they learn.

Right, little man,
I'll see you Monday.

Now, be good and no wild parties, OK?

Give me a kiss goodbye.

Come on, let's go.

Love you.

I'll be in in two seconds, Josh.

Hiya.

- Morning...
- Oh, shut up.

What exactly are you trying to do
with that mop of yours?

They'd have all read it by now.
Everyone in the office.

Nobody's gonna say anything.

What can they say?

I destroyed a man's life, Becka.

It was an accident.

You've carried this for years, haven't you?
I wish you'd told me.

I was going to.

As soon as I knew that you were the person
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

Somehow, I just...

I left it too long.

You know, it was always,

"I will tell her, I just need
to find the right time." But...

it never came.

And the next thing I knew, we were
stood in front of a vicar saying, "I do."

Yeah, it probably would have killed
the moment a bit then.

Well, look, I don't know if this
helps or not,

and I know it's not quite the same,

but for the first month we were dating
I never actually knew your surname.

No, really, I kept meaning
to try and find out, but...

after four dates,
it just got a bit awkward to ask.

Four dates?

Hang on, didn't we...

you know...

actually you know...

on our third date?

Well, yeah.
But it's not as if you were expecting me

to shout out your full name
in the throes of passion, was you?

Mum never wanted me to box.

She always thought I quit for her.

- God, her face last night...
- Jamie, stop it, OK?

This is Maggie we're talking about.

Maggie and you.

Trust me, those apron strings
are made of steel cable.

I should know, I've been trying
to saw through them for years.

Everything's gonna be OK.

- Do you really think so?
- I do.

And I'm not just saying that because I really,
really need to use the bathroom myself.

I love you.

I love you, too, Jamie...

Oh, I want to say...
Redknapp?

Hi.

I just wanted to see if you were OK.

Tickety-boo.

Look, I'm sorry, Karen, but...

no, no, I'm not OK.

I saw it last night.
It came up on my news alert.

It came up on a lot of people's news alerts.

- I actually tried to call you.
- Oh, that's what you were try...

Sorry, I would have answered,

but we were just heading into
the planning meeting at the time.

What, you actually went to that?

Unfortunately so.

I kind of wish I'd answered now.

Or that you'd rung five minutes earlier.

Oh, sorry.

What? No.
Don't be silly, it's not your fault, is it?

Is it true, what they're saying?

It wasn't even during the match.

You know, training, sparring.

And it was one punch, just one.

This kid, he'd been boxing longer
than Jamie had.

He must have taken dozens of blows
just like it countless times before.

But somehow, on that day, in that moment...

They said he was in a coma.

Two weeks.

You know, he recovered.
But he was never...

never truly the same.

Neither was Jamie.

It took me years to...

convince him that it wasn't his fault.

And it wasn't.

Even the doctors said that.

There was an undiagnosed clot
on this boy's brain.

It had been there months,
just sitting there like a...

like a ticking time bomb.

And if it hadn't been Jamie
in the ring that day,

if it had been anyone else,
the same thing would have happened.

It wasn't his fault.

But the...

the guilt that he carried was...

It nearly destroyed him.

Oh, Peter, I'm so sorry.

For him and for you and...

it was just so unfair.

You know, all of it.

That bloody interview.

I wish the whole thing had never happened.

I'm sorry.

Oh, God, it's Maggie.

Are you not gonna answer it?

She didn't know.
I didn't...

I kept it from her. And I told Jamie
that it was the right thing to do.

You were trying to protect her, that's all.
I mean, she must understand that.

I'll make us some coffee.

- Hello?
- Peter, look...

I'm going to go away.

- What? What do you mean?
- Look, it's no...

big thing, OK?
I'm not having a meltdown...

or getting on a flight to China
or anything like that.

It's just...
I can't think straight here.

I just need to be somewhere else.

Somewhere where I'm not surrounded
by the last ten years.

Where are you going?

I thought I might get a room at the pub.

I still owe Brian an apology, anyway.

I just thought I might give him some
custom at the same time.

I mean, it can't hurt, can it?

Will you ring me later?

Yeah, of course.

And, look, don't get a takeaway, OK?

There's still half a vegetable
lasagne in the fridge.

Bye, Peter.

Brian...

Erm...

Hi.

I've been meaning to pop by.

Sydney, could you just give us five minutes?

I think I'll stay right here,
actually,

if it's all the same to you.

Well, go on, then,
say what you were gonna say.

Don't mind me.

Right, OK...

Right.

Brian, I am so, so sorry.

Those things that I said in that interview,
well, they were just things that I'd heard.

Stupid things.

I know they're not true.
I mean, it's not true.

Is it?

- Seriously?
- Syd, it's OK.

No, it's not OK.

What, you're still vaguely
entertaining the notion

this twaddle you and the rest
of your knitting circle made up

might actually have some truth
to it, are you?

No.
No, I'm just trying to...

Knitting circle?

Let me tell you something
about this man, Mrs Cole.

Syd, don't.

I used to come here, back when I
was 14 years old, trying to get served.

Lots of makeup, fake ID,
it never worked.

He used to kick me out every night.

But I just kept coming back.

So, do you know what he did in the end?

- No.
- He gave me a job.

He wouldn't serve me,
but he gave me a job.

Because he could tell that this
wasn't about some

off-the-rails teenage delinquent

just trying to get pissed.

This was about someone who...

didn't want to be at home.

In fact, back then, this was the only place
that I ever felt like...

- Syd...
- No, Brian.

And you need to hear this,

because I know him and he would have
just accepted your apology.

But it's not good enough.

You need to know that out of
everyone in this entire village

you could have stuck this label on,

you went and chose the nicest,
kindest, most honourable man

- that I've ever...
- Stop.

Just stop.

I suppose this is probably a bad time

to ask if you've got any
vacancies for tonight?

No...

Mum?

Oh.

Mum, come on.

What are you doing?
Come on, Mum, get up. Come on.

On the bed.
That's it.

That's it, sit down.
Lovely.

They've taken it.
Stolen it.

No-one's stolen anything, Mum.
What are you talking about?

It's all gone.
They've taken it.

Who have, Mum?
What have they taken?

It was under the bed.

They've taken...

How comes we have to do this?
I mean...

- ain't it the council's job?
- And you'd be all right with that?

A load of strangers
poking through our nanna's stuff.

Mum asked us to do it,
so we're doing it, all right?

Dude, look at these raisins.

Best before June 2007.

HE LAUGHS

No wonder she's gone off her nut.

She must have been tripping balls
off these bad boys.

- What's the matter with you?
- Nothing.

- Do you want one?
- No.

They're not good.

You can't trust him.

He'll lie to you.

He'll hurt you.

He'll let you down.

You can't marry him, Jen.

Oh, no, Mum, that's not...

That's Alex.

That's your grandson.

Alex?

Hey, Nanna.

Brian...

I'm fine.

Yeah, no offence, but...

I kind of don't think that's true.

Did I say something to upset you?

No.

No, you didn't.

- This one's all me.
- Well, that definitely isn't true.

She's still here, by the way.

She's absolutely refusing to leave.

I said to her,
"It's not a sodding day centre, you know?"

- I'm telling you, the woman is...
- Hello?

- Knock, knock?
- Oh, you have got to be...

OK, OK, listen...

I know I'm probably not supposed
to come backstage like this,

but, Brian, I just need five minutes.
That's all.

- You've had five minutes.
- No, I've had three minutes.

- And you interrupted those.
- What?.

You did.
She did.

- For God's sake, will you tell her?.
- Oh, just sit down.

Sorry, are you talking to me or her?

Both of you.

Right, yes.

OK.

Would you...

OK.

Firstly, for the record...

no, I am not part of the East End mafia.

Look, again, when you say it out loud...

And secondly...
And I'm sorry, Sydney,

cos I know you were only trying
to defend me out there...

but the truth is...

I'm not the person you think I am, either.

Maggie was right about one thing.

I am in hiding.

Just not from the people she thought.

Oh, it's not right, is it?

Bringing his son into it now.

As if any of this has any bearing
on his role as Headmaster.

Yeah, well...

It's obviously someone
with an axe to grind, isn't it?

Yes, it is. And they'd better hope
I never find out who.

- Is that a bat?
- What?.

No, it's...
No, it's a butterfly.

Oh.
I thought it was a bat.

Hiya, love, are you all right?

I am, yes.

- You?
- Mm, yeah, I'm good.

Yeah, I bet you are.

Oh, stop it.

- He just gave me a lift to work, that's all.
- Sure, he did.

Drove all the way down
from Riverside Cottage, past the school,

round the corner, parked up behind
your fully functioning car,

picked you up, turned back round...

All right, all right.
Thank you, DCI Roxy.

I stayed at his, all right?

I'm not saying another word
until my lawyer gets here.

Actually, speaking of...

I'm seeing Alex tonight.

Oh, OK.

- So, that's all all right now, is it?
- I hope so.

Don't get me wrong,
he's not off the hook here.

But everyone deserves a second
chance, don't they?

I know a lot of people in this
village have some memory of him

from, like, ten years ago or something.
And I've heard all the stories.

And I'm not saying he's perfect.
I'm not even saying

he's the great love of my life
or anything like that.

One minute.

But I do care about him.

And even if he doesn't always show
it, I know he cares about me, too.

I trust him.

- Hello?
- Is Nanna well?

I know where it is. I know who's got it.
I'm getting it back tonight. It's all arranged.

- Everything I told you is true.
- I really hope so, Alex.

- OK?
- Yep.

Just some work stuff.

- We're closed.
- Eh?

I never chose the Army.

It was chosen for me.
Military family, you see?

Fourth generation.

A childhood spent growing up on
bases, camps, garrisons.

The only life I knew.

I learned how to stand to attention
before I learned how to talk.

I enlisted at 18.

It was never an option, never a choice.
It was just expected.

Carry on the proud family tradition.

We're closed.

I suppose I always looked the part.

I could act it, too, up to a point.

Not like some of the others I knew,
returning home with stories of terror cells,

hiding out in hospitals
and armed insurgents as young as 12.

As for me...

I got lucky.

Constantly being shipped out to
places that required

nothing more than just being a presence.

Ireland, Malta, Germany.

I never saw action.

Some soldiers spend their entire careers

without ever really being tested.

And I was nearly one of them.

Till about three months before
my 40th birthday,

when I received notification I was being
shipped out to the Helmand Province.

Oh, Jesus.
You were in Afghanistan?

I was supposed to be.

456 soldiers lost their lives
in that conflict.

Maybe I'd have made it 457.

Maybe I wouldn't.
We'll never know.

Cos I was too scared to find out.

So...

there you go.

Not a proud, honest, honourable man at all.

Not even a hard one.

Just a coward.

No.

No, that's not fair.

You had a life and a career
that was forced on you,

that you never would have chosen
for yourself.

That could have happened to any of us.

I mean, my mum
always wanted me to work for Avon.

I mean, mainly for the discounts, I think.

So, what would happen if they...

Court martial.

Prison.

It's a good thing you shared all that with the
most discreet person in the county, then, innit?

What...
Oh, I won't tell a soul.

Damn right, you won't.

He might not have gangland connections,
but he's still got me.

And I know where you live.

I'm joking.

I'm not joking.

No, I...
I really won't.

Brian,

you choosing to give up
everything you've ever known,

rather than having to do things that I
couldn't imagine in my worst nightmares,

doesn't make you a coward.

Quite the opposite.

Yeah, for once, she's right.

And it doesn't change everything
that you've done for me.

So, I'm sorry, and all,

but I'm just gonna go ahead and stand
by every single word that I said about you.

Yeah, and so am I.

I mean, you know, what she said,
not what I said, obviously.

In fact, I don't really think I've quite

apologised to you properly for all of that.

- Not that any of this is about me.
- Apology accepted, Maggie.

What?
Really?

Look, I forfeited my right to
the moral high ground a long time ago.

So, yes.

Really.

We've still not got any rooms left, though.

Right.

Report forms.

It can't be that time again.
It just can't be.

I'm sorry.

And, er, why do I always
have to start them all?

- Because you're Headmaster?
- Yes, I am.

I was a teacher once, you know?

I actually taught them,
interacted with them.

I had something to say about them.

You know, these days, I spend more time

dealing with the people
who deliver the liquid soap.

You know, I'd be more qualified
to write a report on them.

Oh, perhaps it can wait till Monday.

No, no, leave them.

I'll take them home.
It'll give me something to do tonight,

instead of just sitting there on my
own and worrying.

- On your own?
- Hm?

No, nothing.
Forget it.

Well...

All right.
Maggie's having a night away.

And, no, it's not a big, major thing
or anything like that. She just...

She just needs some Maggie time.
And I can't say I blame her.

Two whole weeks being public enemy
number one and now all this.

This...

It's fine, honestly.

What are you going to eat?

I can cook, Karen.

Can you?

Well, no.

But apparently, there's a vegetable lasagne
in the fridge, so...

Vegetable lasagne?
Urgh.

I know, right?

I could get us fish and chips.

I mean, it isn't open till six, but
we could stop late, do some work.

I'll even help you with those.

Then we could just, you know,
just eat it here.

- You don't have to do that, Karen.
- No, no, it's fine.

I don't mind at all.

I mean, it's got to be better
than being sat at home on your own worrying

- and eating vegetable lasagne.
- Hm.

Well, it's difficult to argue with that.

Especially the last bit.
Thank you, Karen.

Pleasure.

- A bit early, isn't it?
- I wasn't drinking.

Well, all right, I had one.
But they forced it on me.

They seem to do that to you a lot
in there, don't they?

I wanted to get a room, just for the night.

Somewhere I could collect my
thoughts, that wasn't, you know...

Sure.

- So, is Jamie OK?
- No, Maggie, he's not.

Are you? Is Peter?
Are any of us?

Anyway, they're fully booked, apparently.

So, I, you know, probably can't...

- Oh, get in.
- Sorry?

Maggie, unless you know
of a particularly warm

and comfortable park bench for the night,

I suggest you get in
before I change my mind.

Which will be in about ten seconds.

Nine.

- Eight.
- Oh, oh, oh...

- Seven. Six. Five.
- All right.

Becks, you OK?

I'm about to show a couple round
a property, so I can't...

Shut up and listen.
You're staying at your dad's tonight.

- Go straight there from work, OK?
- What do you mean? Why?

Because your mother is staying here with me.

- Sorry, did you just say...
- You heard. Don't make me say it again.

The words keep catching in the back
of my throat.

Becka, have you got any nice soap?

Oh, you are gonna owe me big

for this one.

Hi, guys.
Sorry to keep you waiting.

Jamie Cole. How are you?
Let's have a look around, shall we?

That'll be Alex.

How do I look? Nice.

Right answer, Josh.

And without even looking, too.

- All right, Josh?
- Hi.

- He's on level ten.
- Oh.

Right, you said something about
buying us all pizza.

- Absolutely.
- And ice cream.

And ice cream.

- Whatever you want.
- Good.

I think there was a menu
somewhere back here.

So, this is the big winning jackpot ticket,
is it, Josh?

All that money.

I suppose they've got it all
secretly stashed away, have they?

Locked up inside a special safe,
hidden behind a painting.

You're playing.

I wasn't planning on...

Well, start planning on it, Maggie.

Cos the only way we're gonna get through
tonight is if at least one of us is pissed.

And it's not gonna be me, is it?

No.

- Nice.
- Yeah.

Are you OK?

Yeah.
Sorry.

You know I've been to a few anti-war
demos, don't you?

Everyone's anti-war, Syd.

I'm not ashamed of what I was a part of.

It's me I'm ashamed of.

My grandfather served in World War II.

He was all about saving lives,
rather than taking them.

And he died doing it.
He got a Victoria Cross.

I've got it now.

It's about the only thing
from my old life I actually kept.

Well...
and his old service revolver.

Well, you keep on being
as ashamed as you like, Brian.

But I'm proud of you.
So, tough luck.

HE SNIFFS

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

So, you're still on the first chapter?

Let's just say that my sojourn to Thurlbury

hasn't been quite as carefree
and relaxing as in previous years.

Oh, no, I mean...

Apart from, obviously...

Oh.
Good to know I'm carefree and relaxing.

Hardly an insult.

So...

I think I should probably go
and pick up Buster.

Assuming that you don't mind him staying.

And assuming that I'm staying.

Actually, I don't think any of us are.

- My keys are in my coat.
- Oh, right. Where's your coat?

I'm guessing still hanging off
the back of my chair at school.

Oh, no problem.
We can stop off when I go and get Buster.

I am getting Buster, right?

- What?
- Nothing. Nothing.

Just hands down the worst euphemism
I've ever heard.

But, er, yes, Marcus...

we probably are.

Alex...

Help me out here.

You never called, you never texted.

Something's obviously bothering you.

- You don't actually believe all these things?
- No.

No, of course not.

It's been a bad week.

Things have been, erm...

It's family stuff.

Well, I'm gonna need
a bit more to go on than that.

Is it your dad or...

Alex...

Look...

if you don't trust me enough to tell me...

well, then, that's up to you.

But in case you haven't noticed,
I've had a bad week, too.

I needed you and you weren't there.

I think I'm owed some sort
of explanation, don't you?

It's not easy to explain.

Well, then, try.

Because I'm not being funny,

but then I'm not sure you being here
is a good idea.

Look, I'll tell you everything.
I will.

Just not...

- What time does he go to bed?
- Nine.

- Eght, actually, young man.
- No, nine on a Friday.

Alex...

I'm just gonna...

- Top of the stairs, straight on.
- Yeah.

Alex...

- We need to talk.
- We will.

- Mmm.
- Mmm.

-You really didn't have to do all this.
- No, I wanted to.

You should be able to eat what you want...

when you want.

I know how much you hate her
always forcing that healthy stuff on you.

Well, I think hate's a bit strong.

Oh, no. No, not that one.
No, no, that's Mrs Bainbridge's.

- Oh, right, sorry.
- No, erm, mine's the one with the...

with the butterflies.

Oh, Peter.

Karen, I don't know what
you think's going on here.

But if I've somehow given you the...

No, Peter.

- If I've...
- No.

No, it's OK.

There's nobody here.

It's just us.

And you've kissed me before.

- What?
- At the Christmas party.

The Christmas...

No, on the...
On the cheek, under...

under the mistletoe after a sherry.

I mean, I kissed everyone.
I kissed Mrs Bainbridge and she's a nan.

No. No, no, no, it was different.
You know it was.

No, we had a moment.
We connected.

You told me things
you've never told anybody.

Not even Maggie.

- You told me about Jamie.
- No. No.

No, I didn't.
No, I didn't.

I would never have done that.
I wouldn't.

No, you told me enough.

That something had happened to him
years ago that Maggie didn't know.

- That you couldn't trust her.
- I never... I never said that.

I looked it all up.
I found out what it was.

Oh, how could you ever trust her with that?

She doesn't care about you.

Look at what she's done.

Look at what she's caused.

You can see now, can't you?

That's all I ever wanted, Peter.

It was you.
You...

gave the story to the paper.

It wouldn't have been a story.
Not without her.

You just needed to see that.
See what she was putting you through.

Then you'd understand
her actions had consequences.

- That you caused.
- If not me, then someone else, eventually.

You know that.

I just got you there faster, that's all.
That's all you needed.

Jesus Christ...

All that stuff on the website.
All those posts.

- That was you, too.
- I did it for you.

So that you would see that
everything she ever does

impacts on you.

Hurts you.

Everything she does?

And that you...

you deserve better.

Get out.

Get out.
Now.

OK, OK. No, you're obviously upset.
I can see that.

But you'll think about it.

Yes?
And you'll understand why I did it.

You will.

I'll see you Monday.

Everything all right?

Can we just go, please?

All right, I reckon that ought to do it.

Even you shouldn't need a full
bottle to reach the

openly-talking-about-your-feelings stage.

Oh, I was there 20 minutes ago.

I just didn't want to interrupt Corrie.

You seemed gripped.

Becka...

- I don't know what you're expecting me to say.
- Yes, you do.

Come on, Maggie, you didn't
really want to run away and hide

in some B&B for the night.

You wanted to talk to someone,
that's what you do.

But to be fair, you usually talk at them.

But still.

This is hurting me, too.
You know that, don't you?

This was a really big thing
in my husband's life

and he never, ever told me about it.

But he was trying to protect you, Becka.

Yes, yes, yes, I know he was trying
to protect me, too.

But that's different.

It's more complicated than that.

It's just...
it's just different.

Why?

- Maggie...
- Because I'm jealous, all right?

Yeah, I'm...

I'm jealous.

I'm his mother.

He's my baby boy.

I'm the one who should have been
there to comfort him and protect him

and tell him that everything
was gonna be all right.

I'm the one who should have been
there carrying this secret with him

for the last ten years, not...

Oh, Jesus.

The single worst thing

that has ever happened in my son's life...

and I am jealous

of my own husband that he knew and I didn't.

What the hell does that make me?.

Human, Maggie.

Despite all previous evidence to
the contrary, it makes you human.

And guess what?

You do get to be the person
to tell him everything's gonna be OK.

Because you're the only person
he needs to hear it from right now.

The only person that counts, apparently.

Yeah, that's right.

I can be jealous, too.

Becka...

Can I have a hug?

Oh, God, really?

Well, I...

All right, but you can't tell anybody.

OK.

Come here, Grandma.

I don't think I like you calling me Grandma.
I know you don't.

- OK...
- No.

No, no, no.
A bit longer.

Yep.

Alex.

Are you up there?

Yep.

Yes, yes, yes...

Alex, what's going on?

Alex.
Alex, what...?

Neil and Kelly never won the lottery.
They faked it, the whole thing.

That money they claim they won, it's mine.

Roxanna...
Roxy, please.

- Roxy, will you just...
- Get off me.

Roxy, please.
Just listen to me.

Just under 100 grand is what they
said they'd won, right?

I hid it, I stashed it away up
at The Keep, where we used to go.

- That's where they must've found it.
- What are you talking about?

You're not listening to me.
Please, just listen.

All right, that was my nanna's money, yeah?

She'd been hording it for, like for years.

And the council would have taken it.
So, I had to get it out of there.

Don't you see? It was gonna be for
Mum and for Liam and maybe...

maybe for us.

But I'm in trouble now.

I'm in trouble
and I really need it back.

I need it back, Roxy, OK?

Josh...
Josh, hey.

Hey.
Josh, come here.

No, he's fine.

You're fine aren't you, Josh?
Do you know where the money is?

Josh, come here now.

- You need to leave.
- I can't.

You don't understand,
I'm running out of time, here.

I need that money.

I need my money.

Maggie?

All right, Dad?

- Oh. What are you doing here?
- Er...

Beck said to come here.
She said Mum was staying with her.

Or nobody's told you this?

- No.
- Are you all right?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Have you eaten?
- Er, no.

Mm, in which case,
I apologise in advance.

Hey, Roxy, everything OK?

- Kelly...
- Roxy?

Kelly, Alex is here.
He says...

that money you found...

he says it was his.

Where's Josh?

He's here.
He's with me.

Kelly, he won't leave.

- Put Josh on, I want to speak to Josh.
- Mummy.

- Josh?
- Where is my money, Kelly?.

- It's gone.
- Where is it?.

We...
Oh, God, we burned it.

What?.

What the hell are you doing?

- We burned it.
- Kelly, who's on the phone?

Please, please, just put...

just put Josh on.
Just, please, let me talk to Josh.

Please.

- Mummy?
- Josh.

- Are you OK?
- I'm OK.

No news is good news.

- I don't think I've ever believed that.
- You are sure about what you saw?

And I have to tell her.
How can I not?

Despite everything that's happened,
she's still my best friend.

Well, the big anniversary
celebration is today, isn't it?

And I just think we should be there.
All together.

Call me after.

- I need to tell you something.
- You were having an affair with Karen.

- They've threatened my family.
- Alex, you have to call the police.

- I need you to take care of Mum.
- What?

Put...

the gun down.

See?
Nothing's changed.

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