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I've got a pen pal.
Did William tell you? No.

This fellow I was at school with.

I did ask her out once.

Yeah.

It turns out Judith's a bit of an
alcoholic. You want to come back?

You're lucky I let you
have owt to do with him!

You're lucky that you've
not had him taken off you.

'I would be delighted to
meet you in Skipton on Monday.'

I thought I might buy you
a few beers. Again.

Tell me about when my dad died.
It wasn't an accident.
She killed him.

I'm very fond of you.

I just don't think
I can do this any more.

You told Michael bloody
Dobson of all people!

Idiot. Snotty bitch.

We're getting married.

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Well, you don't have to say
anything, obviously.

When?

Well, we'd...
we'd not worked out the details.

We haven't had time.

Well, you needn't look so worried.

I'm not. I'm, er...

I've just had quite a long day,
one way or another,

so I'd just quite like to, um...

Gosh, well, this is, er...

Where's your car?
Yeah. Oh, the police have got it.

What about yours? The RAC have taken
it to a garage.

In Harrogate?

Well, didn't they offer you a lift?

They're supposed to take you
as well as your vehicle.

Well, they may have done,
possibly. I don't know.

I couldn't leave Alan on his
own. He has a heart condition.

Right, well, you've got each other's
e-mail addresses so...

Exactly.

Will you not stop
and have a cup of tea?

No. Sorry, Mum, I've got 1,001
things to do this evening.

I've got the Independent Schools
Inspectorate coming in, so...

I don't mind stopping for a
cup of tea.

I wouldn't mind the loo,
actually, while we're here.

Well, I'll get the girl over.
They'll think we've moved in.

Sorry, Mum, I can't. My car's parked
in the middle of the road.

Well, can you not find a
parking space?

No. Alan, it's been delightful.

Sorry we can't stay longer, but I
really have got a lot to do.

Well, that's a shame.
Another time, then, happen?

Absolutely. Will you say
goodbye to Gillian for me?

Yes! I... I will.

Right, well, looks like
I'm being herded out.

Shall I, er... phone you
in the morning?

No, tonight. Let me know
you've got back all right.

Oh, yes. Yeah, I will.

I mean, nobody's actually
congratulated us yet.

Shall we discuss it in the car?
Discuss it?

Er... no, you should.
She's right. Caroline's right.

Everything'll need...
thinking through properly.

Won't it?

Bye, then.

Bye-bye.

Congratulations, Granddad. Oh...

Is this Raffy? Yes.

How do you do? Isn't he grand?
Aye, he's all right, aye.

Well, I'll have to go.

Drive safely.

Thank you. We will.

And you. Ta-ta.

Bye-bye.

It's been quite a day, hasn't it,
one way and another?

Bloody hell, Granddad! Married?

How have you managed that?!

I'm not entirely sure.

Well, God alone knows what they must
think about us!

You could have stopped
and had a cup of tea.

Get in.

We're serious, you know. We're
serious about getting married.

Whatever.

I know you think I'm crackers.

Mum, I don't think anything. I don't
have time to think anything.

Have they gone? Yeah.

What the hell on earth
are you playing at?!

Did you not like her?

Like her? But I don't know her.
You don't know her.

You haven't seen her for 60 years.
Well, I liked her.

The daughter strikes me as being a
bit high-maintenance, though.

She stood you up.

Apparently not.
She had you on then.

How do you know
she's not having you on now?

What happened was...
And that bloody daughter!

Oh, don't get me... started.
Trailer trash?

What happened was... Bitch!

What happened was... Dad. Don't want
to know how she's twisted it

and tried to make you believe
black's white. Cos you know what
happened. You told me.

I'll tell you later.

You needn't bother.

See you! Ditto!

So, you were indiscreet
with Michael bloody Dobson?

What did you say to him?
I was just a bit tearful.

I was hiding in the book room
and he came in.

Yes, and what did you say to him?
He asked me why I was... and I said

because I'd been seeing somebody and
that that somebody had dumped me,

and then I accidentally
said "she" instead of "he",

and he said, "Oh, God,
is it someone from here?"

and he wouldn't let it drop
after that.

Did you say my name? Look...

Did you say my name? Yes.

What exactly did you tell him?

Just...

You're going to have to say it.

That we kissed twice.

Look, he's a mate. I wouldn't have
told him otherwise.

He's not going to say
anything. Are you cross?

No.

Hello?

'Good morning.'

I thought I might pop over.

Yoo-hoo! Oh...

Is anybody in?

Celia!
John. Are you busy?

I've just got to the bit where
Prothero, that's the main
central... character,

has just discovered
his best friend's

been sleeping with his mother
for the last 15 years.

Oh, dear.
Has he, with his own mother?

No. No, no.
With Prothero's mother.

Oh, well. There we go.

Um... could you give me a lift
to the garage if you're not
doing anything?

Only they've sorted me out

a little courtesy car,
and I've got to get over to Halifax.

Did... Did Caroline explain
that I've moved back in?

Yeah, yeah, she did.

Good.

The thing is, it's delicate.

Yeah.

Oh, I made a mistake, Celia.
I should never have left her.

I've made such a bloody
mess of things.

She's put me in the spare
room, which is fine, you know.

It's... it's...

The thing is, obviously,
if you felt inclined,

if... if you could
put in a good word...

for me... with her.
You see, she listens to you.

Huh! When?! No, she does.

Happen once a flood,
if it suits her.

I just want everything
to get back to normal, Celia.

What do you think about my news?
What news?

Me and Alan.

Celia's rung.
Fan belt's gone again.

She's popping over. When? Now.

What for? Well, because
there's stuff to discuss.

Raff came home from school
yesterday...

asking questions
about when Eddie died.

What sort of questions?

Oh...

Why yesterday?

Because Robbie
turned up outside the school.

Saying stuff. What stuff?

The usual crap.

But what if he gets it into his
head to start talking about...

other things, like...

what really happened.

He wouldn't be that daft, surely?

Robbie?

He'll have messed with Raffy's head
more than yours, surely.

He knows that.

I don't think he cogitates
that far, Dad.

She actually coming here,
specifically,

as opposed to, you know,
here in general?

Yeah, yes, here.

Cos you do realise, to fresh eyes,
the place does look like a dump?

Caroline?

I've got your husband on the
phone. He says it's urgent.

Put him through.

John.

You didn't tell me
your ma's getting married.

Something happened? 'Yeah.'

Your mother's getting married.

Sorry, is this urgent?
It's delightful.

It's nonsense. It won't happen.
They... You know what she's like.

It... She's all for something
one minute,

then half an hour, ten minutes
later, she's gone completely off it.

It's like when she wanted to... buy
a fax machine. 'Well, I don't know.'

She's driving over to Halifax
to see him.

When? 'Now.'

She's picked up a little hire car.

My mother has hired a car?

Well, no, it's a little
courtesy car.

Look... God, she'll get lost.

No, it's got a little sat-nav
thingy on it... in it.

'And the bloke showed her
how it works so...'

Did she take her mobile?

I don't know. Probably.

Don't you think it's...

What? 'I don't know.'

Life-affirming.
Properly, you know, proper.

Uplifting. Good.

What it's all for, really.

Caroline?

I don't know.

I don't know. Look, I've got to go.
Do you want to go out
for dinner tonight?

I... No.

Someone at the door. I'd better go.

Bye. Bye. Bye.

Judith?

Hello, Michael. Could I...

see you? Yes, of course.

Beverley's there
if you want an appointment.

I meant, er...

now.

What's it about? Well...

it's...

Sure.

Kate. Kate.

What about her?

She has... been saying things.

Things that perhaps
you ought to be aware of.

OK. So...

she implied...

Hmm. She said,

and, you see, it's not just me
that she may be saying these
things to,

and... it could be damaging...

to you if any governors

or parents, et cetera,

or... or...

one of your two boys...

even,

for instance,

got wind of...

What do you want, Michael?

Bigger budget for your
Hands Across Europe project?

Head of department
when Mrs Aspinall moves on?

Look... I can be... discreet.

Sod off, you little prick. Do you
really think you can humiliate me?

Go for it, genius.
Spread a few rumours.

It'll say more about you than it
ever will about me. This is 2012.

I'm single. She's single.
We're adults.

We had a fling.
The ladies have landed.

Quite a long time ago, in fact.
Get over it.

She spoke to you because
she was upset, and this is
how you respond?

Bad move. And shame on you, as well.

Leave the door open
on your way out.

Psss-choo!

Did I really hurt you? Yeah.

God, that's appalling.

Yeah.

Did it hurt?

I suppose "sorry" doesn't
even start to...

Well, you know, it's complex.
I understand that.

Judith, I'm not entirely
comfortable about you being here
in Caroline's kitchen.

Why? Is she here?
No, of course not. She's at work.

No-one's here. It is
your kitchen, though, isn't it?

As much as it is hers?
You take the point.

I want you to come back. No.

I don't want to be like this
any more.

Well, yes, of course you don't,
and you shouldn't, but...

Judith, I'd have left anyway.

Why? Because it had run
its course.

You think you can just
pick people up like that,
and then just drop them?

Well, certainly when people
start hitting people, yes.

It makes it more of an option.

Why have you come back here?
We went through this.

Did we? It's where I belong.

You always said it stifled you.

I think I've come full circle
with Caroline.

I don't get it,
because we were so good and happy
and exciting together.

And you like a drink
just as much as I do.

Not... quite as much as you do.

I just...

I just don't know what I've got
to look forward to, John.

I'm serious.

I'm 43 years old,

and... I'm between jobs,

and my life just lurches from one
embarrassing mishap to the next.

And I'm bored!

Bored of wondering
what the point is.

- What you doing?
- I've been in the attic.

Oh, have you? Yeah.

Up that bloody old ladder? You know
you're not supposed to go up...

Let me have that. No, I can manage.

You sit down. Come on, down here.

It's all those old photos.
Yeah, yeah, I know what it is.

Oh, my God.
I haven't seen this for years.

Me neither.
It were under a load of stuff.

You should have shouted me.
Yeah.

I was only in the yard.

You know you're not supposed to go
hoicking stuff around.

I was certain I had
a picture of her.

There were a few of us in a
row, sitting on a bench,

up at t'park in Elland.

Oh, look. It's Ma. Ah.

How old would she have
been there?

Well, that's, er...
What does it say on t'back?

1953.

16. There, you see. That's round
about the time that I last saw
Celia.

Ah, she's younger than Raffy.

Oh, aye. Isn't she pretty?

Ah, she were lovely.

Oh, my God.

I've not seen this for years.
Your wedding photo.

Oh, weren't you both lovely?

We ought to have this up somewhere.

In a frame.

Blimey. Look at my mother's dress.
Hey, now, then.

School photo. We'll all be on here -
me, your mum and Celia.

Let's have a butcher's.

Oh, my God.

Look at all them shorts
and little knees.

Yeah, yeah. Eeh, that's me.

Look. Ah!

Aren't you sweet?
Hey, here, what you on about?

I looked manly. I meant... I meant
manly. I said "manly".

You don't look manly, Dad.
You're 12 years old.

Hey, there's Eileen and there's...

It is. That's her, that's her.
That's Celia.

Ah.

And that's Doreen Wilkinson
in between.

He's dead.

He's dead.

She died.

He went down south. Mm.

Right, look, I... I'd better get on.

Mm? Oh.

Are you going to tidy it up,
or are you not bothering?

Well, I thought I'd tidied. Did you?

Oh, OK.

But is it not... No, it's fine.

Right, enjoy. Ta-ra.

Ha.

Oh...

Hello.

I lay awake half the night,
wondering if I'd dreamt it.

So did I. Did you?

Well, no. It were more laying awake
wondering if I'd got the wrong end
of the stick.

I tidied up.

You've got a lovely view.

Oh, it's bitter in winter.

Have you given any thought
as to where we might live?

We've a few options. There's my
little house up Barkisland.

There's my flat at Caroline's.

Then there's here. There's room.
Oh.

Would your Gillian like that?
Oh, aye.

I have money in the farm,
so she couldn't really object.

Not that she would.
Well, I'm the same.

They'd never have been able
to buy that big house in
Harrogate without my input.

If we did want to live
in my little house,

I'd have to give Darren and
Kimberley a month's notice...

the tenants.

Which I'd do, but they've just
had a baby.

Oh.

What were you saying about
car insurance on the phone?

Oh. Well.

What Steve said,
Steve at the garage...

What's he got to do with
insurance? Oh, nothing.

He was just saying that because I
drove into the back of your vehicle,

at my age, not only might they
bump up my premiums,

they might refuse to insure
me altogether another time.

It's my only little bit of
independence, this driving,

so, I was wondering...

I won't claim.

I mean, I will pay for the damage.
No, you won't!

Oh, I will.
Do you fancy arguing about it?

Over lunch, out?

Gillian says we can take the Land
Rover. She doesn't need it
this aft'.

Or there's my little courtesy car.

We have too many decisions.
We're spoilt for choice.

Well, I've never been
in a Land Rover.

Oh, it's right uncomfortable.

* No, sir, I could tear apart MCs

* But I'd rather read a book
on childcare by Kerry Katona

* No niceness, cos I ran out of it
Dumb it down a bit

* Ain't something I'm prepared to do

* Cos I ain't ever
gonna run out of lip

* Here's something... *

Ooh!

I tell you what, Gillian,

there's something about you
bending over in a field

that makes me almost
unable to contain myself.

Piss off, Paul.

You give the nod, and I'll be over
this wall and up behind you
before you can say,

"You ought to be posing in magazines
with one that size, Paul."

Move along now.

I keep hoping you'll text me.

How weird. You know you like it.

There anybody in at your house?

Why? Got a half hour.

Ain't that your Land Rover?

Half an hour?

Of course, there is
another option.

Is there? Yeah.

When we're married, we won't need
both cars, will we?

So, why don't we trade them
both in and buy something
we've always fancied?

Well, did you have summat
in mind? Yeah.

I daren't tell you what.
You'll think I'm crackers.

Hello. Are you the taxi?

Dad? Dad!

What? Yes?

Shit. William?

Er... this is... What are you... what
are you doing here at this time?

Revision.

A levels. Exams, middle of.

That's right, er... Judith, this is
William, my eldest. Hello.

William, this is...
What's she doing here?

Nothing, nothing. Honestly, nothing,
William. It's fine.

That'll be my taxi. Great.

Will it? Oh, my God.

You're disgusting. It's really
nothing... Shall I answer the door?

How much have you had to drink?
I think I will.

Judith has... a bit of a problem.

SHE has? Yeah.

Point taken, but...
She shouldn't be in this house.

Let... let me just...

I'll just... Can you...?

Hello?

John, it's me. Hi! Hello!

'I was thinking, um...'

maybe we should go out
together sometime, and, um...

'talk about things and, er...'

try and find
a proper way forward.

Great. Yes. Good.

Not tonight.
I've just got far too much on.

But, um... some time.

No, no, fine. That's... that's fine.

Right, then. I'd... I'd like that.

Right.

Right.

Bye, then. Bye.

Bye-bye.

Has she gone?

It'd be, like, really good if you
didn't mention this to Mum...

Huh!
..because, honestly, I was...

I was just trying to get rid of her.
William.

Was Caroline all right when you
drove home last night?

Caroline? Yeah.

Yes, I think so.

She seemed preoccupied.
She always is.

I suppose it was
a bit of a shock for 'em both.

I don't think Caroline's happy.

What? About us? About anything.

She's married to this... John.

Oh, he can be quite entertaining but
he's a complete waste of space.

He works at the university in York.

When it suits him.

And he writes novels.

Published, but...

they're nowt.

He went off with another woman.

Judith.

So, Caroline was working full time
and bringing up two boys on her own.

And then he just waltzes back in,
and she lets him.

You can't say anything.

No, the fella our Gillian
was married to, Eddie,
he was a wrong 'un.

Was he?

Dead ten years, but he still
manages to do her head in.

How? Ooh.

You know I said he died
in an accident on the farm?

Yeah?

Well, it wasn't an accident.

He killed himself.

Oh, no. Volatile.

Drank too much. Always short of
money. She thought the world of him.

I could see why people were
drawn to him, but I never was.

He was a bully. Yeah, and a coward.

Still, he's not there now.

So...

But the lad doesn't know.

We always let him believe
that it was an accident.

You being seen to?
Er... I, um...

Yeah, we'd like to
test-drive this car, please.

What, now? Er... ideally, yes.

Right, OK, yeah. And...
and are you looking to buy?

Yeah, th-that... that's the idea.

And is it part exchange?
Yes, yes, that... that's the plan.

OK, Mr and Mrs...

What makes you think we're married?

Er...

Ow!

Right.

Come on.

Bugger off.

Yeah.

Till next time.

You twat.

It was unfortunate yesterday,
I think.

Our Gillian and your Caroline seemed
to get off on the wrong foot.

He thinks we're time-wasters.

Who does? Yond.

Happen if we had a little do,
like a little engagement...

Well, they'd be forced
to speak to each other.

They'd rise to the occasion.

Well, why not?

It's always nice to have
an excuse for a party.

Why would we waste his time?

He thinks we're silly old buggers
who've nothing better to do
of an afternoon.

Well, happen we should invite him.

That'd guarantee it'd go
with a right swing.

Him and his face. Ey up.

So, Mrs Dawson...

I spoke to Steve in Harrogate,

and based on what he's telling me,
minus the cost of the damage,

we can offer you 5,500
part-ex on your A-Class,
so you'd be looking to pay...

21,500.

21,500.

You still want a test-drive?

It's 10,750 each.

It depends.

On what?

On if you can give it to me for 21.

And if you can have it ready
for Saturday afternoon.

Only it's our engagement party.

Mum, where are you?

'Are you all right?'
Yeah, I'm with Alan in Halifax.
'What?'

What are you doing in Halifax?
Nothing.

Are you all right?
Yeah, never better.

Right, well, er... drive carefully.

Yeah, I will. Bye-bye. Bye.

Bye-bye!

I've put the kettle on.
I saw you pulling in.

Hello. What you been up to?

Um... nothing.

Hey, who was that you were
chatting to this morning?

Oh, Paul Jatri. I made a cake.

Oh, Susan Jatri's lad?
It's coffee and walnut.

Yeah. Yeah.

Isn't he getting married
to Neil Cresswell's girl?

I believe so.
Oh, it looks lovely.

We got off on the wrong foot
yesterday, Celia.

I'm sorry.
Oh, no, love. It wasn't your fault.

No, I meant more me and Caroline
got off on the wrong foot.

And I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have pulled into
that parking space,
because she was indicating,

only I... I was panicking,
wondering if he, my dad,
was all right and...

Perhaps you could tell her that
I'm sorry and that I apologise

and obviously it'd be nice
if we could put it behind us,

given the... Of course I will.
..situation. Yeah.

Good. Hey, we were thinking about
having, um, a little engagement do.

Great! Where? Here.

On Saturday, this Saturday.

Fantastic.

And, look...

congratulations.
I should have said it yesterday.

But, you know, it was just...

so unexpected.

I'll get the...

Drive safely.

So, what have you been up to?
Nothing.

I've been thinking.

Happen I ought to tell Raff...

about Eddie.

Happen it's time. And then he knows.

And I won't be terrified

about him hearing it, like a
sledgehammer, from anyone else.

What?

No.

I think you're wise.

I'm cooking. No shit, Sherlock.

How... how... how were the inspectors?

Good. Very good.

Good. So they should be.

How was your history paper?

You all right?

Yup.

Now, Mum has got some
news for everyone. What?

Have I? You're not pregnant?
Oh, don't be stupid. I'm 45.

What, then? What news?

Celia. Oh, Granny's getting married.

How? To Alan? Who?

Apparently. It won't happen.

Not an accident?

That's what t'coroner said.

Why did he...

Obviously that's something
I've thought about...

a lot.

But you know what?
At the end of the day,

you can never know why somebody
gets that far down the line.

Not if they won't talk about it.

Even someone you're that close to.

We all have demons.

And most people...

cope with them, put up with them.

Demons?

Things about ourselves
that we don't like.

Can't cope with.

Things we've done.

How we've behaved.

Well, you know he had
a temper and...

He had a lot of wonderful things
about him, your dad, he really did.

But he had this darker side
as well and...

But you mustn't worry about it.

You're not like him,
not in that respect.

You're much more like my dad.

You're kind.

Thoughtful.

Balanced.

You all right?

I didn't want you hearing it
from Robbie. That's all.

And, you see...

that's another reason
Robbie doesn't like accepting
what really happened.

He thought the world of Eddie.

His big brother.

And Eddie left him behind.

We're having a little do
next Saturday.

You know, like an engagement party?

At Gillian and Alan's house... farm.
And everyone's invited.

Come in and sit down.

Why are you rushing into this?

I suppose that's what
it must seem like to you.

Well, how else could it seem
to anyone?

I've been in love with him
for 60 years.

That's not rushing.

He was 16 the last time you saw him.

People... alter.

How do you know,
just on a practical level...

Mm? ..how much money he's got,
for instance?

Oh, he's not badly off.

He has a pension from the company
that he worked for.

He was a floor manager at Jessops
Chemicals in Huddersfield.

OK, good.

He owns his own house, which he
rents out and has an income from.

And he put quite a bit of
money in the farm.

He's not short. I'm not daft.
Oh, Mum, I know that.

You've never been daft.
Well, then?

Well, it's what I want.

What I've always wanted.

I know him better than I know
myself. Can you understand that?

Well, sort of.

Almost.

That's very...

What?

Touching.

Articulate.

Just think, if I'd married him
and not your dad, I'd have...

Not have had me.

Oh, I think I would. I think I'd
always have had you.

I was just thinking how much
happier life would have been.

Gillian says she's sorry that you
and her got off on the wrong foot,

and she hopes you can both
put it behind you.

She's all right, you know.
Heart's in the right place.

She's had things
to deal with as well.

As well as who?!

You, you twit.

- Are you ready?
- Hmm?

I was... Sorry.

Just wondering, as regards
me being in the spare room...

and so forth. Not that...

Look, I know... I know
it's early days

but - and I'm not suggesting,
obviously, that we should have...

have... have... Sex?

Yet. Well, good.

No, but...

I did this stupid thing.

Sorry?

I said this stupid thing.

When I met Gillian, I...

I didn't know it was Gillian.

I had a sort of spat with her
before Alan introduced us

and I... What? What did you...

I called her an idiot and then I...

I called her brain-dead
lowlife trailer trash.

She stole my parking space.
It wasn't funny.

That's what I love about you.
You're so...

What?
Snotty and arrogant and glorious!

The point is, I'm not looking
forward to this party.

Did you apologise? No, I...

ran off when she went to the loo.

These things are never as bad
as you think they are.

No, this... was.

Damn, I wish I'd been there.
I am going to apologise to her.

That would be the grown-up
thing to do.

Maybe...

you could start... sleeping in
here...

again.

Tonight? Or...

So, we're turning left just
here, just coming up.

Well, the sat-nav's saying
it's in another six miles.

Yeah, well, take no notice of
that. You want to go this way. Here!

What, this? Yes. Are you sure?

This is the way Alan always comes.

I think I'd rather do
what the sat-nav's telling me.

Well, bugger what the sat-nav's
telling you. This is it.
I'm telling you.

OK.

I do know what I'm talking about.
Good.

As long as we're going
the right way. I feel sick.
Feel sick or going to be sick?

I need a wee. John, there's
plastic bag in the pocket
at the back of the seat.

You'll have to hang on for a wee.

Oh, shit! Oh!
Mum, can you drive properly?

I beg your pardon?
I'm not kidding, I'm throwing up.

Do not throw up.
Nobody NEEDS to throw up.

There is a plastic bag in the
pocket, if somebody chooses
to look for it properly!

Why doesn't Dad drive?
Oh, yes, that'll help matters!

I have looked for it properly.
Are you sure this is the
right road, Celia?

Um... It had better be.
That's all I can say.

Oh, I think... Oh...
Have you found that bag?

There is no bag.
There is a bag!

There is always a bag!
Go off-road, Mum.

- Put it into four-wheel drive.
- No, Mum, don't.

I am not going off-road.

Do you know how to put it
in four-wheel drive?

Course I know how to put it
in four-wheel drive.

Does she heck as like!
She never needs four-wheel drive.

I told her when she bought it.

Yeah, well, it's a good job
I've got it now, isn't it?

Where the hell are we, Mother?

I'm just trying to find
something I recognise. Jesus.

Can we have some music on? No.

Let's sing. Let's not bother.

Ooh, she's getting stroppy.

You'll be getting out in a minute.
Yeah, shut up.

You shut up.
Both of you, shut up.

Don't you tell me to shut up.
Bastard.

Er... stop the car!

They're here!

Raff!

Raff!

Oh! What have you done to
your face?

Nothing. I fell over. When?

Coming back from Oggy's
last night in t'dark.

OK, shall we? Sure.

Twit.

Oh, look at this.

This is... Wow.

Hello! Hello!

You made it. Yes.

Oh! Mm. Ha-ha-ha! Oh!

Mwah!

- Oh, hello, Caroline!
- Alan.

And this... this is John. John.

Hello. And John, this is Gillian.

- Gillian. Fantastic.
- Hi.

Now, which is William?

The lad we have to thank for putting
his granny on Facebook.

Nice to meet you.

And this is Lawrence. Lawrence.

- Hello, Gillian.
- And this is my grandson.

Hiya, mate, nice to meet you.
Come inside.

I'm so sorry I was rude.

It was, er... inexcusable
and unnecessary,

and I am sorry.

You were worried about your mother.
I know. I... I was worried about him.

I'm sorry too. This is beautiful!

Yeah, we're lucky. I struggle
to make ends meet sometimes,
but I wouldn't swap it.

Do you want to come in?
We've got the kettle on.

Fantastic. Thank you.

And you managed to find us
all right, did you?

Yeah, yeah, after a bit of...

There's a boy at my school called...

- Thank you.
- ...Scotty...

- Yes, Scott the rotter.
- Scotty the rotter!

- I know him. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Now...

I've, er... I've prepared
a little bit of something.

Ooh, I think Alan's going
to make a little speech.

Speech! Speech!

Shut up, noise-boxes. Him, not you.

- Why me?
- Well...

Boys!

Go on, Dad. Er... thank you.

OK, well, um... I... I...

First of all, I'd like to say
thank you for... everyone,

for coming to, er... celebrate
with us this... this very happy
and unusual event.

Er... we... we've not fixed a
date yet.

And, er... we haven't a clue
where we might live.

But we'll keep you posted. Aw!

Yeah. So...
Um... I'd just like to...

clarify. Er...

I...I know you think we're daft.

We do not!
Nobody thinks you're daft.

No. Well, rushing in, then.
But, er... Celia and I...

What happened was,
I was stood on a bridge waiting
for her, cos we had a date.

This is, er...60 years ago,
er... in Elland.

And, you know, this is
before we had telephones.

And her mother had mixed
her dates up and they were
already flitted to Sheffield

and Celia couldn't contact me
so she, er... sent a message,

a letter via...

a friend,

um... to say sorry,

with a new address
that I could write to her,

but I... I never got the message.

So, um...

Why?

Well, cos she didn't give it to me.

The friend?

- Yeah.
- Why?

Just cos...

Nasty trick.

Mm, well... Who was she?

We... we'll find a picture of her
and chuck darts at it.

It were Eileen.

My mother?

Yeah.

So, anyway.

Not that... not that anybody
wants to change what's gone.

But it's just to illustrate the
fact that we're not rushing in.

We've always had very...

very fond feelings
for one another...

since all that time ago and...

well, nothing's changed.

So...

That's... God, that's...

Wow.

That's so...

God.

Anyroad, to us.

To us.

Mum!

There's a massive red sports
car just pulled up outside.

Looks like it cost about
two million quid.

Oh, that's us.

We decided against an
engagement ring.

So instead we bought
a car between us.

The sort we've always fancied!

- Yes!
- Whoa-ho!

Look at that!

Oh!

Oh! Oh, look! Oh!

Grandma!

Did you know about this?

Oh! No.

Oh! Beautiful.

Oh!

Mr Buttershaw. Mrs Dawson.

Oh!
Can we sit in it, Granddad?

Well...
Yes, of course you can.

As long as they're careful.
Congratulations.

Stunning! Wow!

So, you... This is instead
of an engagement ring?

Mm.

But you didn't let Alan
pay for the whole thing?

No, I said we bought it between us.
Hope they're not trailing mud in.

So... Blimey!

How much did it cost, then, Dad?
Yeah, enough.

So, just to clarify,
you don't know when,

or, let's be honest,
if you're going to get married,
but you've just spent...

There is no if.
..silly money buying a car

that you're going to need a hip
replacement to get in and out of.

Oh, stop being so negative.

Do you like it? Yeah, yeah.

I think my mother probably would
have liked one and all, Dad.

Now what?

Afternoon. How do?

Are they the strippers?

Stop it.

Nice car. What do you want?
Gillian.

Is there summat up?

Just need to have a little chat
with Raffy, that's all.

What for?
What have you done to your face?

He fell over. Where?

Down Ripponden.
Do you know a Paul Jatri?

No.

Well, he reckons he knows you.

He's been in saying that you
assaulted him last night.

Yeah? Well, he shouldn't have been
saying stuff, should he?

What stuff?

I'm arresting you
on suspicion of assault.

You're not! You don't have to say
anything,

but it may harm your defence if you
don't mention when questioned

something you later
rely on in court.

You're not arresting him.

He's assaulted someone.
He's your nephew.

It'll just be a bit of a caution,
that's all.

Inspector Hatfield'll just need to
have a bit of a word with you.

A bit of a caution? Yeah.

If he was provoked,
which it sounds like he was.

Look, perhaps... should we...

should we be getting off?
No.

No, no, no. Look, look, this is
Celia and Alan's little party.
We can't have this.

We can't just take off.

The thing is, Officer,

er... this lady and this gentleman...

Someone shut him up.
..have just got engaged to
be married,

and, really, couldn't this wait?

Congratulations, Alan.
Yeah, thanks.

Come on, lad,
let's get this over with.

No, this is really, I would say,
rather heavy-handed. And you are?

I'm... I'm... A wanker.

He is. He's had that bitch
in our house.

What... bitch?

Judith.

I came home mid-afternoon
last Tuesday after my exam,

and they were pissed
together in the sitting room.

Raff, er... you go with Robbie. I'll
follow you on in the Land Rover.

I'm going to have to go with him.
Fair enough.

You couldn't give us a
lift down to the main road?
Yeah, whatever. Get in.

In my house?!

Not what you think.

Happen I ought to pop down to
the police station with Gillian.

Yes, you'd better. Let's not ruin
this... really, really lovely...

Take the Lexus.
Shall I? You don't mind?

Get in the car, boys.
Mum, we're leaving.

Well done. Don't come back.

You haven't even heard
my side of it.

This has been taken out of context,
out of proportion,
and nothing happened!

Caroline,
you are not leaving me here!

Oh!

I've wanted to do that for years.

I could have killed him one time.
I mean, literally, I could have k...

I just want you to understand
the effect you have on me.

Aaah! They said they was going to
pour petrol over me and set me
on fire.

Oh! This marriage is over!

And I do not want to waste
another... You bitch!

Second of my life pretending
it's something worth saving!

Mum! Oh!

Hello! Is anybody there?

Slapper. Yeah, whatever.

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