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I had no idea that word is even in a woman's vocabulary.

I can only imagine the distress it caused to both crew

and members of the audience unlucky enough to hear it.

I'm so sorry. In my defence, sir -I don't want to hear your defence.

I don't want to hear anything coming from your gutter mouth.

You have displayed a degree of moral turpitude

that is absolutely unacceptable.

You have single-handedly set fire...

...to everything this network stands for.

As of today, you are suspended from your duties.

No!

But... But who'll be in Jim and Barbara?

Clive Richardson will continue in his role as Jim.

What?!

He wasn't the one that used foul language.

But he was the one who did the foul deed.

We have issued a press release citing inability to work

due to sudden illness as the explanation for your absence.

Your Network pass.

You can see yourself out.

♪ Sous aucun pretexte je ne veux

♪ Avoir de reflexes malheureux

♪ Il faut que tu m'explique un peu mieux

♪ Comment te dire adieu

♪ Mon coeur de silex vite prend feu

♪ Ton coeur de Pyrex resiste au feu

♪ Je suis bien perplexe, je ne veux

♪ Me resoudre aux adieux

♪ Je sais bien qu'un ex...

♪ Amour n'a pas de chance, ou si peu...

♪ Mais pour moi, une ex... plication

♪ Vaudrait mieux

♪ Sous aucun pretexte je ne veux

♪ Devant toi surexposer mes yeux

♪ Derriere un Kleenex

♪ Je saurais mieux

♪ Comment te dire adieu

♪ Comment te dire adieu ♪

(HE EXHALES)

I'm going to need a three-Martini lunch after this

to get over the shock.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- Patsy? - Yes, darling?

Call Dr Woodcock and ask him to

scribble one of his special sicknotes, would you?

Will do, darling. Nothing too terminal.

Roger.

The press must never find out.

I'm merely trying to salvage the situation.

How am I meant to make a living in the meantime?

- The Carry On film? - Oh, yeah?

It's gone.

They just cast a bubbly little blonde called Barbara Windsor.

Besides, obviously you can't work. You're infectious.

Orthorubulavirus?

- Roger that. - Thank you so much, Dr Woodcock.

Yes, will do. Bye-bye.

- What have I got? - Mumps.

Oh, great. Now I have to go around looking like a hamster.

You're in quarantine. You don't GO AROUND anywhere.

(SIGHS)

Darling, let me help you. Where will you go?

- Probably just go home. - Go in disguise.

- Oh, I'll go in disguise. - As what?

Some woman who's been shat on from a very great height.

They've met, in that case.

(BELL RINGS)

(BELL RINGS AGAIN)

- Morning. - It's Len. Len Phillips, Evening Gazette. Remember me?

Wondered if you had any news on when she'll be back on the box?

Sorry, Mr Phillips. Len. No, not yet.

She's very poorly with ortho...

Mumps! She's got mumps.

Face like a bowling ball! It's a terrible...

Send the best from us, and tell her we're sorry about her and Clive.

Right, OK.

Morning.

It's like wearing a pair of wet trousers.

Feels horrible, but there's nothing else you can do

apart from wait for them to dry out.

Well, she should have thought of the consequences

before she went off effing and blinding in front of her boss!

I knew her toilet mouth would get her into trouble one day.

I'm sorry I let you down.

You didn't let me down.

- You were provoked, love. - I'm not saying. I'm just saying...

She should have stuck with Aidan.

Listen...

Miss you, Bubble. Chin up.

Yin tan iddle I po.

♪ Tin tan iddle I po ♪

(EXHALES)

All right, this is fucking ridiculous!

You've made your point. Are we literally seven years old?!

We still need to get a show on the air this week.

Yeah, well, we had a show, but thanks to Clive

and his incredible performing cock, we don't have a Sophie.

Yes, well, let's pick ourselves up - and move on as best we can. - No.

Bill's right. Clive fucked it.

The rest of us manage to keep our private lives separate.

- Why can't you? - Because he's sexually incontinent.

We had the biggest hit of all our careers,

and Clive had to jizz all over it.

And you had Sophie Straw. She's a goddess.

Where the fuck do you get off lecturing me about relationships?!

If Ted Sargent knew about Bill hanging around in toilets,

he would shut down the whole fucking - Leave Bill alone.

Says the man who's so confused about which way to swing,

he can't even get his own wife pregnant.

Here's a tip, Tony - try fucking - her. - Shut up, Clive.

Oh, I'm sorry, was that some big secret, was it?

Bill, what have you said?

- Nothing. - Come on, you know what Bill's like after he's had a few.

- Tone, Tone... Fuck off! - Wait... Don't listen to him!

- I trusted you! - Stop this! This is not productive.

Oh, it's Dennis, the great peacemaker, makes everything better,

except the dark hole at the centre of his own marriage.

Whoa, Jesus, Bill, take it easy. Don't have a go at Dennis.

Thank you, Clive. I'm quite capable of defending myself.

Then how is it you haven't noticed Edith's making a fool of YOU?

I'm only saying what everyone in the entire building already knows.

She's banging Vernon Whit... bait.

Whitbait...

Vernon... Vernon...

Uh...

Whit... Whit... Whitshire...

Whitchstable... Whitstable...?

Whit... Vernon Whit... Vernon Whitfuck?

Vernon... It's Whitfield.

BOTH:Not the face!

Did you just try and punch me, Dennis?!

- Yes, and I'd like another go. - No, no, no, no, no!

♪ THE KINKS - You Really Got me

(COMMOTION)

Leave it! Leave it!

Stop this! This is so silly.

Silly? You're silly.

♪ Yeah, you really got me now

♪ Got me so I don't know what I'm doing

♪ Oh, yeah, you really got me now

♪ You got me so I can't sleep at night

♪ You really got me, you really got me ♪

Bill, put the knife down.

You little shit.

You fucking killed him.

Dennis?

OK, who do you want to be?

Sandie...

or Cilla?

Can't have you stuck in here for weeks on end.

You need to take these puppies for a - walk. - Does it suit me?

(LAUGHS) Um... It's a touch Mediaeval monk.

Well, that's my favourite look.

I feel so stupid. Why didn't I just keep my trap shut?

Uh, no. Why didn't Clive keep his trousers shut?

In my women's workshop, we've got a technical word

for men who behave like that.

- Oh, yeah? - Arseholes. (THEY LAUGH)

It is unfair dismissal, though.

So you can complain to your union. Marj is right.

Why didn't Dennis cover your back?

Andrew O'Shea would have stuck up for me.

Dennis didn't know. Ted got me on my own, and that was that.

You go back in to Ted Sargent, and you demand your job back.

You look him straight in the eye - Imagine him taking a great big shit.

Trust me, it works.

It does.

I've been banned from TV Centre. They took away my pass.

I wouldn't get through the door.

MUSIC: Sandi Shaw - Don't Run Away

♪ Run away, run away

♪ Run away, run away

♪ Run away, run away

♪ Darling baby

♪ Baby, I am so much...

- Can I see your pass, Miss? - Haven't seen you here before.

- What show are you on? - Top of the Pops, innit?

- She's taller than I thought. - Who? Sandi Shaw, innit?

Hang on, don't they film Top of the Pops in Manchester?

♪.. each and every o-other day

♪ You are on my mind

♪ But I know you have been

♪ The wandering kind... ♪

Sophie, wait!

Dennis. What happened to your face?

- What are you doing here? - Getting my job back.

It was unfair dismissal.

Going to give old bully boy Ted Sargent a mouthful.

This is not the way to do it. And what is this?

Dennis... Ah, Eunice.

May I help you?

Uh, I just wanted to let Ted know that everything is under control.

All right?

Come along, dear.

♪ Now that I've found you, don't run away...

Oi? Oi, you!

♪ Tell me to stay, baby

♪ Tell me you're mine all of the time...

- Soph? - I leave you for five minutes, and you end up

looking like the Bash Street Kids.

You can talk. You look like Nana Mouskouri in a wind tunnel.

I'm so sorry I've messed everything up.

Soph, Clive was being a wanker.

If only that was all he'd been.

- What are we going to do? - Just keep a low profile.

For the time being, at least.

I'll talk to Ted. You'll be back in the show.

I promise.

Ah, Dennis, Look, I...

You there?

Soph...

Oi, there she is!

♪ Run away, run away... Come here!

♪ Run away, run away

♪ Run away, run away... That way, chaps.

♪ Run away, run away

♪ Darling baby... ♪

Have I got spinach in my teeth?

Only a little bit.

Anyone missing a crucial clipboard?

I think that's the producer's.

Oh, is that the duty log? I love reading that!

Some of the calls we get are hilarious. What does it say?

"As a keen gardener, I am deeply offended by your presenters

referring to tomatoes as a vegetable.

They are a fruit. "Thank God we finally cleared that up.

Oh, yeah, I have to agree with this one.

"Andrew O'Shea's garish ties look like sick. "

Hey, leave my ties alone. I think they're snazzy.

"Get that woman off our televisions. Can't you find a de...

decent White girl?"

Can you not leave things like this lying around? Thank you.

Going live. Five, four...

Oh, my God, Marjorie, is it true?

She's not going to be in the show any more?

- She's just off sick. - What with?

VD?Why would you say that?

Clive Richardson is a notorious naughty boy.

I wouldn't mind catching a dose off him.

A friend of a friend knows someone who knows Clive.

And they said that the real story is that Sophie Straw's been fired.

(LAUGHTER)

Whoops. My hand slipped.

Every day you look at these papers, yeah,

and you just gossip about how much you fancy all the fellas,

and how all the women are just useless sluts.

Why can't you be nice about other girls?

Sophie Straw is my friend,

and a person that you know, an actual person with actual feelings.

Sorry. I didn't realise you were a lesbian.

(GIGGLING)

(GASPING)

Whoops.

My hand slipped.

Oh!

(GIGGLING AND APPLAUSE)

MUSIC: # Nico - These days

♪ I stopped my rambling

♪ I don't do too much gambling these days

♪ These days I seem to think about

♪ How all the changes came about... ♪

Thank you, Andrew. Well, in light of the weather we've been having,

I went in search of the perfect umbrella.

A simple task, you might think.

But let me tell you, umbrellas range from the sublime...

to...

...the ridiculous.

I bet you could make even that hat look beautiful, Diane.

(HE LAUGHS)

There. Oh. Pretty as a picture.

Oh, my God.

The state of this place. What are you doing here?

I've got my women's group coming round.

- Sorry. - I've got it, I've got it.

Sorry, Marj. I'll go in the bedroom. You don't have to go.

Oh...

- I think she does. - She can join in if she likes.

- Really? - Yeah. You got a hand mirror?

Will a compact do?

- Perfect. - Are we doing make-up?

We're going to make friends with our fannies.

(LAUGHTER)

OK, gather round.

I never knew it was so busy down there.

I think mine even winked at me.

Mine looked a bit like David Niven. (ALL LAUGH)

All right, settle down.

Who wants to kick off?

Marj?

No, do you want to...?

I finally walked out on my husband.

And I walked out on the kids.

Oh, my God.

I love my children, but...

...I didn't choose to be a mother.

He's not a bad man, it's just...

It was all just so wrong.

Made me ill.

The grief at leaving my kids

is...

spectacular.

I've been called heartless.

Negligent. Scum.

But I had to get out, otherwise...

...those kids wouldn't have a mum at all.

People think motherhood's mandatory, and fatherhood's voluntary.

- Too bloody true. - We're not here to judge.

Here, how's Barbara?

You want to be looking after her, mate.

- She's a diamond. - Yeah, she certainly is.

Tell her to get well soon, yeah? Will do, mate, will do.

I'm sick of people thinking that I'm responsible for

the wellbeing of a fictional character.

I think the lines are slightly blurred.

Fucking hell. What's the title of this week's show?

- Mayhem at the Morgue? - Bombay - Calling. - I wish it was.

Love to be out of this dump.

Barbara is away, and Jim is hosting high tea

for his political counterpart from Bombay.

- Is this your idea, Den? - No. It's Ted Sargent's suggestion.

And that means we've got no fucking choice in the matter.

Who's going to play it, then? Jim's Indian counterpart?

Oh, please! Not some bloke with boot polish on his face.

Absolutely not. There'll be no minstrelsy.

I've a very good actor in mind for the role.

- Good. - I, um...

Um...

I should, um...

OK... No... I should, um...

Before I went... had a...

Maybe just a bit... What...

What -Clive, are you coughing up a furball or trying to apologise?

Yes. That.

The last one. You know, um...

I am sorry.

Yes, well, I don't suppose any of us covered ourselves in glory.

Very good.

All right.

Ha, yes...

Good, right...

Oh, thanks, Tone.

Chaps? This is Harinder Singh.

- Hello. - Tony Holmes.

Bill Gardener. Are you all right, mate?

- You know Clive Richardson. - Ah.

Who's in charge here?

Very good. Point already.

Take a seat, please.

Thank you so much for coming in. My pleasure.

Before we start, is there anything you'd like to ask about the part?

No, I think it's all pretty - self-explanatory. - Good.

Actually, I do have a question.

I've always... What is under the hat?

What's under yours?

Uh... I'm not wearing a hat.

Nor am I.

Oh, right, well...

So, why don't we try the scene?

So if we get it on its feet.

You come through the door.

It's off-book.

So, Harinder, yes, if you come in from the other side. Thank you.

Um...(CLEARS THROAT) Right.

(KNOCKING)

(LOUDLY AND SLOWLY) Hello! I am Jim.

You... have... good... journey?

Yes, I... have good journey.

But I don't have hearing problem.

Please, come in.

May I take off my shoes?

♪ Smile...

"Dear Dad, today, for entertainment,

I watched a fly lay eggs on a sausage,

and then raced two raindrops down the window pane.

I can't stop thinking about what I'm missing.

Dennis said to hold tight, and that he'll get me back on the show.

But I don't think even Dennis can work miracles. "

He's concerned for the moral fibres of his beloved country.

"Please write again soon. If I sound desperate, it's because I am.

Yin tan iddle I po. "

♪.. see sun come shining through... ♪

Oh, Vernon's cocktail parties are legendary!

His ideas on Wittgenstein are absolutely mind-blowing.

You barely spoke.

Why did you want me to come with you tonight?

Everyone was desperate to meet the producer

of the hilarious Jim and Barbara show.

Well, I'm sorry if they were expecting Norman Wisdom.

Did you want me to see you?

What do you mean?

Edith, I saw you with Vernon.

Well, you haven't kissed me like you mean it for years.

Well, if I've been negligent in any way...

Negligent?! Oh, Jesus Christ, Dennis, you sound like

you're dictating a legal document.

Be angry! Shout at me! Where's the passion?

All right! You're my wife.

- I love you. - But you're not IN LOVE with me any more?

Are you?

Too long a pause, Dennis.

Are you in love with Vernon?

As a matter of fact, I am.

And he's very much in love with me.

And when we fuck, he makes me feel like...

...Aphrodite.

MUSIC: # The Casinos - Then You Can Tell Me Goodbye

♪ Kiss me each morning

♪ For a million years

♪ Hold me each evening

♪ By your side

♪ Tell me you love me... (KNOCKING AT DOOR)

♪ For a million, a million years (WHISTLING)

♪ Then if it don't work out

♪ Then if it don't work out...

- Let's go! Come down! - We're going out.

Come down!

♪.. goodbye ♪

Come on, you two.

Bloody hell, I was all set for an early night.

- You and my grandma. - Dennis said to keep a low profile.

You can't get much lower than this. You'll be fine.

Are we going for a night out in (INDISTINCT)?

- Hi. - Welcome to the munge.

(CHATTER AND MUSIC)

MUSIC: # Jefferson Airplane - Somebody to Love

♪ Tears are running

♪ They're all running down your dress

♪ And your friends, baby

♪ They treat you like a guest

♪ Don't you want somebody to love

♪ Don't you need somebody to love

♪ Wouldn't you love somebody to love

♪ You'd better find somebody to love

♪ Oh oh ♪

♪ You don't own me

♪ Don't try to change me in any way

♪ You don't own me

♪ Don't tie me down

♪ Because I'll never stay

♪ I don't tell you what to say

♪ I don't tell you what to do

♪ So just let me be myself

♪ That's all I ask of you

♪ I'm young, and I love to be young...

♪ I'm free and I got to be free

♪ To live my life the way that I want

♪ To say and do whatever I please...

(CHEERING)

I really miss her.

♪ Oh, don't tell me what to say

♪ And please, when I go out with you

♪ Don't put me on display... ♪

MUSIC: # Interstellar Overdrive - Pink Floyd

Tony?

I mean, I'd worked it out about Bill, but...

- Well done, Sherlock. - But you...

What about June?

I mean, are you going to tell her?

Soph, um...

It was June's idea.

What?

She wanted me to get out and try it, find out once and for all,

she said.

She must really love you.

(EXHALES)

I really love her.

We just can't seem to...

You know?

And did you?

Find out?

I found out that I like both.

I don't even know what that is. Fuck!

In a way, I envy Bill.

Life is not easy for him at all,

but at least it's clear.

Who says it has to be clear?

It's nobody's business what goes on between you and June.

Do what you want.

I'm not as brave as you...

- Sophie. - Me?

Brave? I just make it up as I go along.

And I've no idea what happens next.

Mm.

So, where are we with the script?

- Morning, Frank. - It's been rather difficult

to find the right dynamic without Sophie.

The chaps have worked incredibly hard on a temporary fix.

- As I'd expect. - We've had a bit of good fortune with casting.

Ah. For the role of Guneet the politician?

Yes. The chap we've got, he has great timing.

Quite a find.

Yes, he certainly is.

Oh, you've heard of Harinder Singh? Who?

I thought we'd discussed Spike Milligan?

Spike's a huge star. I don't imagine that he's affordable.

- Or available. - Then I shall put a call in to his agent.

Well, it wasn't just that, sir. I thought it would be more... authentic

and fun to have Harinder in the part.

Spike does an hilarious turn as a Pakistani.

Yes, well, our character is Indian.

He was born in India, for goodness sake. He can do the lot.

Harinder Singh is very funny, and I'd like to give him the part.

If you wish me to seriously consider reinstating Sophie Straw,

Spike will star in the show.

Just something to think about.

Careful with that supine spinal twist, darling.

I say, this woman seems to think she's Barbara's mother.

Someone should tell her that Barbara is entirely fictional.

- Oh! - No, Barbara is her real name.

You created Sophie Straw, darling.

Oh, so I did.

How thrilling. I feel like Dr Frankenstein.

- Mm. - I think we should show this one to Sophie, darling.

No, I very much don't think she can deal with the distraction right now.

Why don't you throw it into the wacky wastepaper basket?

Very well.

Mm.

(KNOCKING) Now they're at the bloody back door.

Told you, she's not here!

Oh, Dad, I'm impressed.

I like cooking, as it turns out.

There's your egg all nice and runny, as you like it.

- Are you crying? - Well, on TV, Barbara doesn't like dippy egg.

So... everyone thinks I don't like dippy egg.

I'm crying cos...

you know how I like my eggs.

(SHE SOBS)

Aw!

It's all right.

What's she doing here?

This is her home, Marie.

She's just here while it blows over.

What, sitting here fit as a fiddle, pretending to be poorly?!

I'm telling you, the local press will be straight onto it.

We've already had them knocking on the door day and night!

- How do you think that feels? - I know how it feels.

Well, you've only yourself to blame. You went after it.

You had a fiance and a future here in Blackpool,

but oh, no, you wanted more.

- Just like your mother. - Marie...

Can't you just be on my side for once?

- We are on your side. - On your side?!

I've been stuck to your side all your life.

- Come on, Marie. - Don't come on Marie me, brother!

You spoilt her. You stuffed her head with all that funny business.

She doesn't know the sacrifices I made.

I never had the chance to have a family of my own

because I was always... saddled with her!

And then we had a brief moment where it felt like...

maybe, maybe it's worth it, but oh, no...

Boom!

She went and ruined everything.

And where's my egg and dippies?!

Harinder's a find. Haven't resorted to some White actor

doing ridiculous caricatures. It's a small victory.

It is a fucking huge victory.

This is really good.

Hey, who's that with Dennis?

Hey, only the fucking Godfather of comedy!

Meet Spike Milligan. 'Allo!

Mr Milligan, what a tremendous honour it is to meet you.

(IN INDIAN ACCENT) I have good journey,

but I not have hearing problem.

He'll be playing Guneet.

Madam here can clear up the mess while we're at the doctor's.

Oh, George, don't forget your muffler, or you'll catch your death.

(AS MARIE) George, don't forget your muffler.

- I heard that. - I wasn't doing you, Auntie Marie.

I was doing... Aggie from number 22.

- I wish I could come. - Well, you can't. They're still here.

(SHOUTING FROM OUTSIDE)

- See you later, Aggie. - See you later.

Excuse me!

Excuse me.

- George? - Can you let me through? George, George? What's happening?

No idea where she is. Haven't you got homes to go to?

MUSIC: # George Fornby - My Little Stick of Blackpool Rock

♪ Every year when summer comes round

♪ Off to the sea I go

♪ I don't care if I do spend a pound

♪ I'm rather rash, I know

♪ See me dressed like all the sports

♪ In my blazer and a pair of shorts

♪ With my little stick of Blackpool rock

♪ Along the promenade I stroll

♪ It may be sticky but I never complain

♪ It's nice to have a nibble at it now and again

♪ Every day, wherever I stray

♪ The kids all round me flock

♪ One afternoon the band conductor up on the stand...

- - All right, Aggie. - George. - Come on in, I'll pop the kettle on.

♪ So I jumped in his place and then conducted the band

♪ With my little stick of Blackpool rock ♪

Joan's sleeping with Harold Pinter.

Lucian Freud's had everyone else.

It's quite the sophisticated thing to do.

Well, then, consider me a Philistine.

- I don't want an affair. - Are you sure about that?

If you said now that you wished to leave Vernon,

and stay married, I would honour that.

Well, how gallant.

I don't want a man who's with me out of duty.

I want a man who can't live another day without me.

You're a coward, Dennis.

At least I've admitted how I feel, and acted on it.

It's infra dig, I know.

But I thought it best to keep you informed.

I thought Ted and the press department had control of the story.

To a degree. The wretched papers held back the photographs of the...

liaison.

But unfortunately, the scoundrels still want something in return.

What? What do they want?

Jim and Barbara reunited.

Preferably with a large rock of ice on her finger.

Jim and Barbara, or Sophie and Clive?

Oh, thank you very much.

Well, it's one and the same thing to them, really.

Either way, they get an exclusive front-page scoop.

Well, anyway, I don't think Sophie would even take me back.

She was... She was pretty damn angry.

The poor girl clearly still has feelings, and...

What girl wouldn't want to be swept off her feet

by Clive Richardson, hm?

However, if you and Sophie WERE reunited as love's young dream,

then Ted Sargent would undoubtedly recant.

Look...

- I know I messed up. - Oh, an indiscretion, dear boy.

- We all have them. - BUT...

...if I am going to win her back, it's going to be genuine,

and on my own terms.

Not because I'm being coerced by some filthy tabloid.

Thank you for the drink.

You're very welcome.

Can you get me a wider shot of Spike when he comes through the door?

Shot 40, camera 2 next.

(SPIKE IN INDIAN ACCENT) I'd like to use your facilities.

(LAUGHTER)

(TOILET FLUSHES)

I wondered where I'd left my toothbrush.

(LAUGHTER) Congratulations. Excellent show.

Spike was absolutely terrific. Let's book him for the rest of the series.

In addition to Sophie Straw?

Sophie who?

- We had an agreement. - The agreement was that I would consider.

I can't help but think you have a rather

over-inflated opinion of Miss Straw.

It makes me wonder, Dennis, if your impulses are entirely professional.

Somewhere, deep inside,

the fact that Sophie is a beautiful and funny woman

really offends you, doesn't it, Ted?

I will accept your resignation with great sadness.

I've already written the letter.

MUSIC: # The Spencer Davis Group - Gimme Some Lovin'

♪ Hey

♪ My temperature's rising and my feet on the floor

♪ Crazy people knocking cos they wanted some more

♪ Let me in, baby, I don't know what you got

♪ But you'd better take it easy, this place is hot

♪ And I'm so glad we made it

♪ So glad we made it

♪ Why won't you gimme some lovin'

♪ Gimme some lovin'... ♪

So, Aggie, I hear you've been for a - big hike around the town. - Yes.

You must be very tired.

- How do you feel? - How do I feel?

I put my hands out, and I go like this.

Ah! Very good.

Oh, God, sweetheart...

You're born to do this, you know.

Mr Mahindra says you're a natural, doesn't he?

When we're doing the show, it's hard to explain, Dad,

but... there's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be.

You'll get back there, Bubble. You'll find a way.

♪ My temperature rising and my feet on the floor

♪ Crazy people knocking cos they wanted some more

♪ Let me in, baby, I don't know what you got

♪ But you'd better take it easy, this place is hot

♪ And I'm so glad we made it, so glad we made it...

Dennis?

♪.. gimme some lovin'

♪ Gimme some lovin'...

What brings you to Blackpool?

I've come to see a friend.

You?

Well, I mean, I've... I've been an absolute shag-wanking arsehole.

♪ Well, my head's all splinting and I'm floating to sound...

(BELL RINGS) Do they ever give up?

All right, yes! I'm here!

Will you leave us alone if I give you a picture...

Hello, Soph.

Will you marry me?

♪.. so glad we made it, won't you gimme some lovin'?

♪ Gimme some lovin'

♪ Gimme some lovin' every day...

Will you say yes, Sophie?

Sophie, what are you going to do?

♪ Hey

♪ Well, I feel so good, everything is getting hot

♪ You better take some time off cos the place is on fire

♪ Better stop, baby, cos I have so much to do

♪ We made it baby, and it happened to you

♪ And I'm so glad we made it

♪ So glad we made it

♪ Gimme some lovin' every day... ♪