Browse content similar to 12/07/2011. Check below for episodes and series from the same categories and more!
Line | From | To | |
---|---|---|---|
KNOCK ON DOOR | 0:00:46 | 0:00:48 | |
-Cup of tea? -No, I'm fine, thank you. | 0:00:48 | 0:00:51 | |
I'll give Alfie a bell if you like. | 0:00:51 | 0:00:53 | |
-Tell him you're not up to it. -Life goes on. | 0:00:54 | 0:00:59 | |
They're his memories. They're not mine. | 0:00:59 | 0:01:01 | |
What about his little girl? | 0:01:01 | 0:01:03 | |
There's nothing to stop us looking her up. | 0:01:03 | 0:01:05 | |
I'm going to be late for work, Billy. | 0:01:05 | 0:01:07 | |
You all right, Dot? | 0:01:17 | 0:01:18 | |
That was Arthur's special place. | 0:01:18 | 0:01:21 | |
Now it's probably floating down the canal somewhere. | 0:01:21 | 0:01:24 | |
They've taken my hanging baskets. | 0:01:24 | 0:01:27 | |
Geraniums and trailing Lobelia. Ever such pretty colours. | 0:01:27 | 0:01:31 | |
-Have you seen the state of the gardens? -Vandals. | 0:01:31 | 0:01:34 | |
I'm only glad that Pauline was spared the heartache. | 0:01:34 | 0:01:37 | |
-Upsetting our community... -They should be strung up. | 0:01:37 | 0:01:39 | |
-I blame the schools. -I blame the parents. | 0:01:39 | 0:01:41 | |
If these kids had been taught properly in the first place... | 0:01:41 | 0:01:44 | |
we'd be sitting here on the bench admiring your baskets. | 0:01:44 | 0:01:47 | |
What makes you think it was kids? | 0:01:47 | 0:01:49 | |
Who else would show such disregard for our community, hm? | 0:01:49 | 0:01:52 | |
Christian... | 0:02:02 | 0:02:04 | |
-Oi, Christian! -Hmm? | 0:02:07 | 0:02:10 | |
-How much did we drink last night? -Ugh. | 0:02:10 | 0:02:12 | |
Someone didn't shut the door properly! | 0:02:15 | 0:02:18 | |
Sy, just give me a minute, yeah? | 0:02:19 | 0:02:23 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:02:28 | 0:02:29 | |
You have to tell him, Mercy. | 0:02:33 | 0:02:37 | |
So, why didn't you wake me, huh? | 0:02:37 | 0:02:38 | |
-We did try, Arthur. -So are these the garms of an executive car dealer? | 0:02:38 | 0:02:46 | |
You look very smart, Arthur. | 0:02:46 | 0:02:48 | |
You all right, Mrs O? | 0:02:49 | 0:02:50 | |
Usually you're spitting on a handkerchief right about now. | 0:02:50 | 0:02:54 | |
Mercy's got something she needs to tell you. | 0:02:54 | 0:02:57 | |
Merce, you're going to have to hold that thought. It's not great to be late on your first day, is it? | 0:02:57 | 0:03:02 | |
Right, laters! | 0:03:02 | 0:03:03 | |
Arthur... | 0:03:03 | 0:03:05 | |
I made you sandwiches. | 0:03:09 | 0:03:10 | |
Yeah? What, jam and mayonnaise? | 0:03:10 | 0:03:14 | |
Ah-hah! You see? You see this, Mrs O? | 0:03:14 | 0:03:18 | |
This is why I married your granddaughter. Right, well... | 0:03:18 | 0:03:22 | |
-Nice, all right? Right, laters! -Bye. | 0:03:22 | 0:03:25 | |
Oi! What are you, five years old? | 0:03:29 | 0:03:32 | |
First, you start with the glasses. | 0:03:35 | 0:03:38 | |
Then you move on to the moustache. | 0:03:38 | 0:03:41 | |
No, you always start with the moustache first. | 0:03:41 | 0:03:44 | |
HE GROANS | 0:03:46 | 0:03:48 | |
-Where's Tommy? -He's fast asleep. | 0:03:48 | 0:03:51 | |
Oh, thanks, Jean. Where's Kat? | 0:03:51 | 0:03:52 | |
Oh, she's in the kitchen. | 0:03:52 | 0:03:55 | |
Oh, Kat. Kat, come on, sweetheart. Wake up, we've got to open up. | 0:03:55 | 0:04:00 | |
Oh! | 0:04:00 | 0:04:02 | |
Oh, my neck. You were supposed to stop me from falling asleep. | 0:04:02 | 0:04:06 | |
-You look knackered. -You don't look too hot yourself. -Thank you. | 0:04:06 | 0:04:10 | |
Listen, guys. I'm sorry, you probably heard Tommy yourself all night. | 0:04:10 | 0:04:16 | |
-Look, you get yourselves to bed. -I got a pub to open up, mate. | 0:04:16 | 0:04:20 | |
Me and Jeanie can take care of that, can't we? | 0:04:20 | 0:04:23 | |
-I do have a foundation certificate in basic food hygiene. -What about me, then? -You? | 0:04:23 | 0:04:28 | |
You've got to figure out how to get a piano on the back of a pick-up. | 0:04:28 | 0:04:31 | |
Look at me, still in my pyjamas. | 0:04:33 | 0:04:36 | |
And you can stop ogling, Tyler. | 0:04:36 | 0:04:38 | |
You're all right. Honest. Kat, Kat... | 0:04:38 | 0:04:42 | |
You've got sick in your hair. | 0:04:42 | 0:04:44 | |
-Hurry up. -Hold on, I'm going to be sick. | 0:04:46 | 0:04:48 | |
Don't start. We're in enough trouble with Sy as it is. | 0:04:48 | 0:04:51 | |
-How did we get this upstairs? -I have splinters in unthinkable places. | 0:04:51 | 0:04:54 | |
At least you stopped stressing about the adoption. | 0:04:54 | 0:04:57 | |
Sy's already had to postpone yesterday's appointment. What if I've messed it up, Rox? | 0:04:57 | 0:05:02 | |
Christian, come on. You're going to be a great dad. Any muppet can see that. You see? | 0:05:02 | 0:05:06 | |
No harm done. | 0:05:06 | 0:05:07 | |
A great role model you're shaping up to be. | 0:05:08 | 0:05:10 | |
Oh, hello, Mrs Masood(!) | 0:05:10 | 0:05:13 | |
I pity any children left in your care. | 0:05:13 | 0:05:15 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:05:15 | 0:05:16 | |
EDDIE SINGS TO HIMSELF | 0:05:16 | 0:05:19 | |
41 hours. | 0:05:22 | 0:05:24 | |
That's how long Sean had me up for once. | 0:05:25 | 0:05:28 | |
Brian stormed out in the end. | 0:05:28 | 0:05:30 | |
It was three days before he came back. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:34 | |
I can't let that happen to Kat and Alfie. I can't. | 0:05:35 | 0:05:38 | |
-They've got us, haven't they? -What can we do? | 0:05:38 | 0:05:41 | |
Get yourself over here. | 0:05:44 | 0:05:45 | |
-Sorry? -Smashing-looking girl like you should be front of house. | 0:05:45 | 0:05:50 | |
-I wouldn't know what to do. -Come on. Come on, I don't bite. | 0:05:50 | 0:05:55 | |
Now... | 0:05:59 | 0:06:00 | |
..take the pump in your hand. | 0:06:03 | 0:06:06 | |
That's right. | 0:06:07 | 0:06:08 | |
Just pull it towards you. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:11 | |
I'm pouring my first pint! | 0:06:15 | 0:06:16 | |
If Lord and Lady Muck start moaning, tell 'em it ain't my fault I'm late. | 0:06:16 | 0:06:20 | |
You want to see the state of the gents. It's not asking much | 0:06:20 | 0:06:23 | |
for you lot to mop after yourselves. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:25 | |
-Everything all right, Julie? -Yeah, I'm fine! | 0:06:25 | 0:06:28 | |
As long as people stop asking me STUPID questions. | 0:06:28 | 0:06:30 | |
KNOCK ON DOOR | 0:06:30 | 0:06:31 | |
Alfie, mate? Can I have a word? | 0:06:33 | 0:06:35 | |
Billy. All right, mate. What is it? | 0:06:37 | 0:06:40 | |
Um...I was just hoping you'd maybe keep an eye on Julie for me today. | 0:06:40 | 0:06:45 | |
She's had a bit of bad news. | 0:06:45 | 0:06:47 | |
We both have, really. | 0:06:49 | 0:06:50 | |
Yeah, what is it? They've put an extra two pence on a tin of beans or something? | 0:06:50 | 0:06:55 | |
Our boy's dead. | 0:06:55 | 0:06:56 | |
Oh... Oh, mate, I... | 0:06:56 | 0:07:00 | |
Billy, I'm... Oh. | 0:07:00 | 0:07:03 | |
Never got the chance to meet him, Alf. | 0:07:03 | 0:07:06 | |
We got there too late. | 0:07:06 | 0:07:08 | |
Billy, I'm so sorry, mate. I'm sorry. | 0:07:08 | 0:07:13 | |
All them questions I wanted to ask him. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:16 | |
I don't even know what team he supported. | 0:07:16 | 0:07:19 | |
Well, it'll be West Ham, won't it? Like his old man. | 0:07:19 | 0:07:24 | |
Turns out he had a little girl. | 0:07:24 | 0:07:26 | |
Stuck in some kids' home somewhere. | 0:07:27 | 0:07:29 | |
What's she like? Bet she's a little Mitchell, ain't she? | 0:07:29 | 0:07:32 | |
Don't know. | 0:07:32 | 0:07:34 | |
We ain't met her yet. | 0:07:34 | 0:07:35 | |
What do you mean, you ain't met her? You have to meet her. Phone the Social Services... | 0:07:35 | 0:07:39 | |
-Alfie, now is not the time, mate. -Of course it's the time. Now is the time. | 0:07:39 | 0:07:43 | |
You don't want to let her slip through your fingers, do you? | 0:07:43 | 0:07:46 | |
-"Top-drawer antiques," you said. -Wavy Davy hasn't let me down yet. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:55 | |
She looks like Anthony's ex. | 0:07:55 | 0:07:58 | |
Least it's 'armless. What else you got there? | 0:07:58 | 0:08:00 | |
Two more of her butch mates, a painting of a dog and, er... | 0:08:00 | 0:08:04 | |
..whatever that is. | 0:08:06 | 0:08:07 | |
Oh, Wavy Davy. I'm going to kill him. | 0:08:09 | 0:08:12 | |
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Ain't you going to help me? | 0:08:12 | 0:08:15 | |
How many times have I got to tell you? You the shifter - | 0:08:15 | 0:08:18 | |
me the thinker. | 0:08:18 | 0:08:20 | |
Tallyho! | 0:08:20 | 0:08:22 | |
I've heard that you're the person to come to if I require some...bric-a-brac. | 0:08:22 | 0:08:28 | |
If by "bric-a-brac" you're referring to my antiques emporium... | 0:08:28 | 0:08:33 | |
-Please, step this way. -Dorothy Branning, Mrs. | 0:08:33 | 0:08:37 | |
-Now, Mrs Branning, what can I do for you? -I'm looking for a present for a young friend. | 0:08:37 | 0:08:41 | |
A budding entrepreneur. | 0:08:41 | 0:08:43 | |
I was thinking of something like a nice fountain pen or a tiepin. | 0:08:43 | 0:08:47 | |
I could do you a solid silver hipflask. | 0:08:47 | 0:08:50 | |
Oh, that wouldn't be suitable at all! | 0:08:50 | 0:08:53 | |
Erm... Here we are. Just the thing for a budding entrepreneur's desk. | 0:08:53 | 0:08:58 | |
Oh, I say. Oh, what a horrible thing! | 0:09:00 | 0:09:06 | |
-Arthur... -Oh, my goodness. Close your eyes. | 0:09:12 | 0:09:15 | |
-Arthur... -Close your eyes, man. All right? | 0:09:15 | 0:09:18 | |
Just trust me. Close your eyes, close your eyes, all right. | 0:09:18 | 0:09:21 | |
-Where are we going? -Just trust me, all right? We're just going to have a nice walk. | 0:09:21 | 0:09:25 | |
-To where? -Don't worry. Just don't peek. Just trust me and keep walking. | 0:09:25 | 0:09:29 | |
-I need to talk to you. -Don't worry. We can talk in a minute. Listen, we got a kerb now, OK? | 0:09:29 | 0:09:33 | |
Ready? One, two, three, up! Lovely jubbly. See? You've done this before. | 0:09:33 | 0:09:37 | |
-Listen, you'll love it. I promise. I promise, you'll love it. -Are we there yet? | 0:09:37 | 0:09:41 | |
Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look... Look! Look! Look! | 0:09:41 | 0:09:45 | |
-Why're we outside Janine's? -Because I've just found out that this little yard is up for rent. | 0:09:45 | 0:09:51 | |
-It's not going to happen. -Think positive, Merce. You know? | 0:09:51 | 0:09:54 | |
If Max keeps me on at the car lot, then we'll soon have enough for a deposit... | 0:09:54 | 0:09:58 | |
What's with the sad face? | 0:09:58 | 0:10:01 | |
-Just promise me you'll listen. And don't interrupt... -Arthur! | 0:10:01 | 0:10:06 | |
-I ain't interrupting, am I? -Well, Mrs Branning we're just... | 0:10:06 | 0:10:09 | |
It's all right, Merce. We'll speak later, innit? | 0:10:09 | 0:10:12 | |
I just wanted to get you a little present for your first day. | 0:10:12 | 0:10:15 | |
And I went to the rag-and-bone man and it was like walking into the House of Horrors. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:20 | |
And then I remembered, gathering dust in my cupboard underneath the stairs, next to the broom... | 0:10:20 | 0:10:26 | |
Jim and me bought it for Bradley's first day at the bank. | 0:10:26 | 0:10:30 | |
It seemed fitting, somehow. | 0:10:30 | 0:10:32 | |
Bradley would want it to go to a good home. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:35 | |
Mrs B... | 0:10:35 | 0:10:38 | |
I don't know what to say. | 0:10:38 | 0:10:40 | |
-Let me have a look at you. Come on. -All right. OK. | 0:10:40 | 0:10:44 | |
Oh, your tie's crooked. | 0:10:44 | 0:10:46 | |
She's lucky to have you, you know. | 0:10:46 | 0:10:48 | |
What if I ain't enough for her? | 0:10:48 | 0:10:50 | |
Love'll find a way, Arthur. | 0:10:50 | 0:10:52 | |
It always does. | 0:10:52 | 0:10:55 | |
I have a flight leaving tonight. | 0:10:57 | 0:10:58 | |
Arthur doesn't know but I sent an application for him to be a torch bearer at the Olympics... | 0:10:58 | 0:11:03 | |
-Mercy, stop! -It's easier for everyone if I just slip away without a fuss. | 0:11:03 | 0:11:08 | |
Easier for who? | 0:11:08 | 0:11:10 | |
For you or for him? | 0:11:10 | 0:11:11 | |
I can't break his heart, Gran. | 0:11:11 | 0:11:13 | |
I brought you up better than this. | 0:11:13 | 0:11:15 | |
If nothing else, I taught you to fight for what is right. | 0:11:15 | 0:11:20 | |
Running away like this, it's the actions of a coward. | 0:11:20 | 0:11:24 | |
The battle isn't over, Mercy. | 0:11:24 | 0:11:25 | |
We could write to our MP, to the Queen, to the Prime Minister... | 0:11:25 | 0:11:29 | |
You don't get it, do you? I want to go home. | 0:11:29 | 0:11:33 | |
Every time I walk into that Square, I have to face up to what I did. I married a man I didn't love. | 0:11:33 | 0:11:37 | |
I went against everything I stood for and all for what? | 0:11:37 | 0:11:40 | |
A poxy piece of paper. I have to put this right. | 0:11:40 | 0:11:43 | |
How do you intend to do that? | 0:11:44 | 0:11:46 | |
I have to let him go. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:48 | |
-It's a postcard from Ina. -Yeah? How is she? | 0:11:53 | 0:11:55 | |
She's taken herself off to Spain for the week, found herself a toyboy who doesn't speak a word of English! | 0:11:55 | 0:12:00 | |
Well, Ina's loss is Lila's gain. | 0:12:00 | 0:12:04 | |
She's been after that flower stall pitch for goodness knows how long... | 0:12:04 | 0:12:08 | |
Stupid thing! | 0:12:08 | 0:12:10 | |
Oi! Julie! | 0:12:12 | 0:12:13 | |
I've got a surprise for you. Well, don't just stand there gawping. | 0:12:13 | 0:12:16 | |
Got Phil's motor's waiting outside. Come on. Chop chop. | 0:12:16 | 0:12:19 | |
Roxy's throwing up and, well... it looks like we have house guests. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:28 | |
-It's a couple of nights until Tambo gets himself sorted. -Like some water? | 0:12:28 | 0:12:32 | |
Make sure the tea's nice and strong, Amy. | 0:12:33 | 0:12:36 | |
Uncle Christian's feeling a little bit delicate. | 0:12:36 | 0:12:39 | |
Trust me, Amy, Uncle Syed can't make me feel any worse than I already do. | 0:12:39 | 0:12:43 | |
You're going to make a great Dad, you know. | 0:12:47 | 0:12:50 | |
Am I? | 0:12:50 | 0:12:51 | |
Sugar? | 0:12:53 | 0:12:54 | |
Strong, moral, | 0:12:55 | 0:12:59 | |
real disciplinarian. | 0:12:59 | 0:13:01 | |
You'll be the one she goes to when she needs her homework sorting out. | 0:13:02 | 0:13:05 | |
-What about you? -I'll be boyfriends, of course. | 0:13:05 | 0:13:10 | |
That's if you can drag me away from her Hawaiian Barbie. | 0:13:10 | 0:13:13 | |
And if it's a boy? | 0:13:13 | 0:13:15 | |
Then we'll get him a Ken. | 0:13:16 | 0:13:17 | |
I don't know... | 0:13:20 | 0:13:22 | |
Are we really going to make this work? | 0:13:24 | 0:13:27 | |
You and me, we're a team. | 0:13:27 | 0:13:29 | |
And together we are unstoppable. | 0:13:30 | 0:13:33 | |
Ain't that right, Amy? | 0:13:37 | 0:13:39 | |
What is this place? | 0:13:44 | 0:13:46 | |
-Sit down. I've been on the blower to Social Services. -Why would you do that? | 0:13:46 | 0:13:52 | |
They reckon that under the circumstances... | 0:13:52 | 0:13:55 | |
What're you talking about Billy? | 0:13:55 | 0:13:57 | |
We're here to meet our granddaughter! | 0:13:59 | 0:14:03 | |
-You are up for this, aren't you? -Mr Mitchell? -Yes. | 0:14:03 | 0:14:06 | |
-You'll have to excuse the chaos. We're rather understaffed today. -No worries. Are you coming? | 0:14:06 | 0:14:11 | |
You've talked to her, yeah? Explained the situation. | 0:14:11 | 0:14:14 | |
-Absolutely. -So she wants to see us, yeah? | 0:14:14 | 0:14:18 | |
-What you have to understand about Lola is... -PHONE RINGS | 0:14:18 | 0:14:21 | |
You'll have to see for yourself. | 0:14:21 | 0:14:24 | |
Ready? | 0:14:24 | 0:14:25 | |
Hey mate. Which one's Lola? | 0:14:30 | 0:14:33 | |
-It's mine. -That's my Twix, you thieving little skank! | 0:14:33 | 0:14:37 | |
-I ain't got nothing. -You want me to rip out them extensions? Cos I will, you know. -Miss! | 0:14:37 | 0:14:41 | |
-I think we should go, Billy. -Wait. | 0:14:41 | 0:14:43 | |
-Ow, get off me! -Are you starting? | 0:14:43 | 0:14:46 | |
KIDS: Fight, fight, fight! | 0:14:46 | 0:14:48 | |
Are you starting? | 0:14:48 | 0:14:49 | |
-Get her off me! -Oi, oi, oi! Let go of her! | 0:14:49 | 0:14:53 | |
Argh! | 0:14:53 | 0:14:54 | |
Get off! | 0:14:57 | 0:14:58 | |
-I'm reporting that mad cow. -Get your dirty hands off her, you dirty little perv. -Shut it, you! | 0:15:02 | 0:15:07 | |
-It's all right. I'm Billy and this is Julie. -Hello. | 0:15:07 | 0:15:13 | |
Lola. We're your Nan and Granddad. | 0:15:13 | 0:15:16 | |
Don't I get a hug? | 0:15:16 | 0:15:18 | |
Iced bun, please, Marie. | 0:15:23 | 0:15:25 | |
Darren tells me that Tam and Afia are back. | 0:15:27 | 0:15:31 | |
We've said they can stay with us till they sort themselves out. | 0:15:31 | 0:15:35 | |
Have they asked after me? | 0:15:35 | 0:15:36 | |
Give it time, Mum. | 0:15:36 | 0:15:39 | |
Thank you. | 0:15:40 | 0:15:41 | |
Let's just get out of here, yeah? | 0:15:49 | 0:15:50 | |
-You think I care what a couple of pre-pubescents think? -Queers! | 0:15:50 | 0:15:55 | |
I'll be back in just a minute, OK? | 0:15:59 | 0:16:01 | |
Christian... | 0:16:01 | 0:16:03 | |
Now, this might come as a surprise to you | 0:16:05 | 0:16:07 | |
but gays... | 0:16:07 | 0:16:09 | |
well, they can hold hands... | 0:16:09 | 0:16:12 | |
..they kiss... | 0:16:14 | 0:16:15 | |
..they can even get married if they want to. | 0:16:17 | 0:16:20 | |
That's right, | 0:16:22 | 0:16:24 | |
Slink off in your shell suits. | 0:16:24 | 0:16:27 | |
Back to your pregnant girlfriends and your pit bulls. | 0:16:27 | 0:16:31 | |
You want to get down the gym, mate. | 0:16:31 | 0:16:33 | |
Well, that certainly got the juices flowing, didn't it? | 0:16:36 | 0:16:39 | |
She's a child, Christian. She's not a poster girl for gay rights. | 0:16:39 | 0:16:43 | |
Sy! | 0:16:44 | 0:16:46 | |
You got any fags? | 0:16:46 | 0:16:47 | |
We don't smoke. | 0:16:47 | 0:16:49 | |
-Well, it ain't so bad, is it, this place? -It's full of crackheads! | 0:16:51 | 0:16:55 | |
Who are your mates? | 0:16:56 | 0:16:58 | |
Er, well...she cuts herself and the other one barks like a dog. | 0:16:58 | 0:17:02 | |
We were sorry to hear about your Dad. | 0:17:06 | 0:17:08 | |
Oh, don't be. He's a waste of space. | 0:17:08 | 0:17:11 | |
She don't say much, does she? | 0:17:14 | 0:17:17 | |
Are you all right, love? | 0:17:17 | 0:17:18 | |
We've only just found out about your Dad. It's a lot to take in. | 0:17:20 | 0:17:25 | |
Well, he ain't worth crying over. Trust me. | 0:17:25 | 0:17:27 | |
There you go, just need a bit of salt and vinegar. | 0:17:34 | 0:17:37 | |
So, is this what I've got to look forward to? | 0:17:37 | 0:17:41 | |
Sitting in my pyjamas at two in the afternoon? | 0:17:41 | 0:17:43 | |
Don't worry, it won't always be like that. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:45 | |
Only for the first eighteen years or so. | 0:17:45 | 0:17:48 | |
Alfie, I love him with all my heart. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:50 | |
I love him so much. | 0:17:50 | 0:17:52 | |
But sometimes I think he's going to hate me. | 0:17:52 | 0:17:55 | |
What would you say that for? | 0:17:55 | 0:17:56 | |
Cos of what's up here. I'm never going to leave his side, am I? | 0:17:56 | 0:18:00 | |
Nah. Might be a problem when he starts pulling birds, though. | 0:18:00 | 0:18:03 | |
He won't be pulling birds. He won't have a girlfriend, he's got his mum. | 0:18:03 | 0:18:07 | |
How's that going to work on his eighteenth birthday, eh? | 0:18:07 | 0:18:10 | |
Can just see you slinking into the bar with your leopard print skirts on, | 0:18:10 | 0:18:14 | |
with slap on and all your lipstick and trying to pull his mates. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:17 | |
And you know what, though, Kat? | 0:18:20 | 0:18:22 | |
He'll be the proudest son in the whole wide world. | 0:18:22 | 0:18:25 | |
You mark my words. | 0:18:25 | 0:18:27 | |
He hated you, you know. | 0:18:27 | 0:18:29 | |
Wouldn't worry. He hated a lot of people. | 0:18:29 | 0:18:33 | |
What was he like? | 0:18:33 | 0:18:34 | |
The Old Bill knew him better than I did. | 0:18:34 | 0:18:36 | |
We did try and find him. | 0:18:38 | 0:18:39 | |
It's a bit late now, ain't it? | 0:18:39 | 0:18:41 | |
Shall we go? | 0:18:46 | 0:18:48 | |
See you, Grandma! | 0:18:49 | 0:18:51 | |
I'll, er...see you, then. | 0:18:59 | 0:19:02 | |
Jean Slater's geraniums have been scattered halfway down Bridge Street. | 0:19:12 | 0:19:15 | |
Now can I count on you for decisive action, Mrs Olubunmi? | 0:19:15 | 0:19:20 | |
-I'm sorry? -Jean Slater's geraniums! | 0:19:20 | 0:19:24 | |
And there was me, thinking that you were an upstanding member of the community. | 0:19:25 | 0:19:29 | |
GRACE SOBS | 0:19:31 | 0:19:32 | |
Ooh... Ooh, er... | 0:19:32 | 0:19:34 | |
Whatever's the matter? | 0:19:34 | 0:19:36 | |
-It's Mercy. -What about her? | 0:19:36 | 0:19:39 | |
She's leaving, Mrs Branning. She's leaving today. | 0:19:39 | 0:19:43 | |
-So if you step this way, this baby goes from 0 to 60 in less than ten seconds. -Oi! What're you doing? | 0:19:43 | 0:19:49 | |
-You're not qualified. -I don't have any time to waste. -I'll show him the furry dice | 0:19:49 | 0:19:53 | |
and the window wipers. That's it, I swear. | 0:19:53 | 0:19:56 | |
All right. I suppose around the block won't hurt. | 0:19:56 | 0:19:59 | |
-Be careful. -All right. | 0:20:00 | 0:20:01 | |
Right, let's get rid of that as well. | 0:20:04 | 0:20:07 | |
Right, my friend. Let's burn some rubber! | 0:20:07 | 0:20:09 | |
Jeanie? Just going to pop out for a few minutes. | 0:20:12 | 0:20:15 | |
No, don't leave me! Something's bound to go wrong. It always does. | 0:20:15 | 0:20:19 | |
-Tyler's here to help. -Why can't Alfie get out of his pit, eh? | 0:20:19 | 0:20:22 | |
Does he know mad Auntie Jean's been let loose on the pumps? | 0:20:23 | 0:20:27 | |
Alfie's got a few problems at the moment. | 0:20:27 | 0:20:30 | |
What he doesn't need is you and me making his life more difficult. Understand? | 0:20:30 | 0:20:33 | |
Now I don't want you leaving this bar | 0:20:33 | 0:20:37 | |
till Jeanie's mastered the fine art of it. | 0:20:37 | 0:20:40 | |
-Is that clear? -Yes, Dad. -Good boy. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:44 | |
I can get you a straw, if it helps. | 0:20:51 | 0:20:53 | |
All right. You don't need my chat about this baby. You seen how it's taken the corners. | 0:20:58 | 0:21:02 | |
How it's purred along like a kitten after a saucer of milk. | 0:21:02 | 0:21:05 | |
-I'd want a discount. -All right, all right. | 0:21:05 | 0:21:07 | |
We'll talk about that. | 0:21:07 | 0:21:09 | |
I've never seen that woman before in my life. | 0:21:09 | 0:21:12 | |
Get out of the car, this instant! | 0:21:12 | 0:21:14 | |
Why don't we head back to base? And discuss numbers, yeah? | 0:21:14 | 0:21:17 | |
Excuse me. | 0:21:17 | 0:21:19 | |
You are killing me, Mrs B! | 0:21:24 | 0:21:26 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:21:26 | 0:21:27 | |
Finally! | 0:21:27 | 0:21:29 | |
Have you taken something? | 0:21:29 | 0:21:31 | |
-You got to get to Mrs Olubunmi's. -Why? -It's Mercy. -What about her? -She's leaving for Peru! | 0:21:31 | 0:21:36 | |
-Where? -It ain't the time for a geography lesson, go on. Get there! Stop her! | 0:21:36 | 0:21:41 | |
Sorry, mate. I've had a better offer. So get out, shut the door. Lovely jubbly. | 0:21:41 | 0:21:46 | |
How about I make us a nice, big bowl of Ogbono? | 0:21:55 | 0:21:59 | |
-Please, Gran... -Then let me come with you. | 0:21:59 | 0:22:01 | |
Your friends are here - the church... | 0:22:01 | 0:22:04 | |
Who else is going to keep Kate and William in line, eh? | 0:22:04 | 0:22:09 | |
Promise you'll look after Arthur. | 0:22:09 | 0:22:12 | |
I love you, Gran. | 0:22:12 | 0:22:14 | |
Merce?! Mercy! Merce... | 0:22:18 | 0:22:21 | |
-It's too late. -No. It's never too late. | 0:22:27 | 0:22:31 | |
Excuse me, excuse me! Sorry! | 0:22:35 | 0:22:38 | |
Sorry. Sorry, I'm sorry! Argh! | 0:22:46 | 0:22:50 | |
HORN BEEPS | 0:22:52 | 0:22:53 | |
Stop! Oi! Stop it! | 0:22:56 | 0:22:59 | |
Stop the bus, listen! The bus! Stop the bus, stop the bus! | 0:22:59 | 0:23:06 | |
Look, I just want to see if she's on here, all right? That's all. | 0:23:07 | 0:23:11 | |
Merce?! | 0:23:11 | 0:23:12 | |
I think it's the wrong bus, mate. Sorry about that. | 0:23:16 | 0:23:19 | |
Right. Give me that. | 0:23:38 | 0:23:39 | |
-Mmm! That's it. You've got it, girl! -Oh! | 0:23:42 | 0:23:45 | |
-Tyler says I'm a natural. -Is that right? | 0:23:47 | 0:23:49 | |
Yeah. Fix Dad one, please. | 0:23:49 | 0:23:53 | |
Coming right up! | 0:23:53 | 0:23:54 | |
Well, seeing as you've passed my little course with flying colours... | 0:23:54 | 0:23:58 | |
Courtesy of the Eddie Moon School of Excellence. | 0:23:58 | 0:24:03 | |
-It's a stuffed bird. -A symbol of freedom, Jeanie. | 0:24:05 | 0:24:09 | |
Hope. | 0:24:09 | 0:24:10 | |
Right then. Where do you want us to start? | 0:24:14 | 0:24:17 | |
-By clearing off. -Do what? | 0:24:17 | 0:24:20 | |
-Courtesy of an old benefactor in Deptford. -Junk yard. | 0:24:20 | 0:24:24 | |
-What're we supposed to do with that? -Ice creams? | 0:24:25 | 0:24:29 | |
Donkey rides. | 0:24:29 | 0:24:30 | |
Anything you want. | 0:24:30 | 0:24:31 | |
-There's a taxi coming in an hour to take you to the airport. -Eddie... what are you on about? | 0:24:33 | 0:24:37 | |
-You're going to Spain! -But we can't just up sticks... | 0:24:37 | 0:24:41 | |
-Stop making excuses. -Hold on. Let's think about this. | 0:24:41 | 0:24:44 | |
Be all right, wouldn't it? Me, you, Tommy. | 0:24:44 | 0:24:46 | |
Making sandcastles on the beach for the first time, eh? | 0:24:46 | 0:24:50 | |
-Who'll look after Jean? -She's capable of looking after herself, thank you. | 0:24:50 | 0:24:54 | |
Come on then, Alfie. Before they change their minds. | 0:24:54 | 0:24:57 | |
Start packing! | 0:24:57 | 0:24:58 | |
Oi, Kat... You ain't bad for an old bird, either. | 0:24:58 | 0:25:02 | |
Thanks(!) | 0:25:02 | 0:25:03 | |
What's that for? | 0:25:13 | 0:25:14 | |
For bringing this family back to life. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:16 | |
-I'm sorry, Arthur. -We had plans. | 0:25:22 | 0:25:25 | |
Our own place, holidays. A future... | 0:25:25 | 0:25:28 | |
But it wasn't real! Me and you... | 0:25:28 | 0:25:31 | |
it was pretend, wasn't it? | 0:25:31 | 0:25:33 | |
Not for me it wasn't! | 0:25:33 | 0:25:35 | |
You deserve somebody who loves you for the funny, | 0:25:36 | 0:25:41 | |
sweet, beautiful young man you've turned into. | 0:25:41 | 0:25:45 | |
I can make you love me. Just give it time, all right? | 0:25:45 | 0:25:48 | |
You know, I'll get rid of the hoodies, OK? | 0:25:48 | 0:25:51 | |
I'll go back to college. I'll even read the Bible if it means that much to you. | 0:25:51 | 0:25:56 | |
-I'm sorry, Arthur. -Don't say that! | 0:25:56 | 0:25:58 | |
Don't say it like it's over! | 0:25:58 | 0:26:00 | |
Whoever gets to spend the rest of their life with you... is a lucky girl. | 0:26:00 | 0:26:05 | |
I just... | 0:26:05 | 0:26:06 | |
I just wish it could have been me. | 0:26:06 | 0:26:09 | |
You know, I would have given up everything for you, Merce. | 0:26:09 | 0:26:13 | |
I would have given up my friends, | 0:26:13 | 0:26:16 | |
my family. | 0:26:16 | 0:26:19 | |
I don't even know where Nigeria is on a map but I would've found it. | 0:26:19 | 0:26:24 | |
I would have found it for you. | 0:26:24 | 0:26:27 | |
I would have done anything for you, Mercy. | 0:26:27 | 0:26:29 | |
Cos you're the one I wanted to grow old with. Grow a belly with... | 0:26:29 | 0:26:33 | |
-go grey together. -You're my best friend, Arthur. -I'm your husband. | 0:26:33 | 0:26:38 | |
So, look, just give me one last chance. | 0:26:38 | 0:26:42 | |
Goodbye, Arthur Chubb. | 0:26:49 | 0:26:52 | |
I don't think I can do this on my own, Merce. | 0:26:52 | 0:26:55 | |
You're not on your own. | 0:26:57 | 0:26:59 | |
I'll never forget what you did for me. | 0:27:04 | 0:27:07 | |
Merce... | 0:27:16 | 0:27:17 | |
Fats has got your back. | 0:27:21 | 0:27:24 | |
Always. | 0:27:24 | 0:27:26 | |
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd | 0:28:02 | 0:28:05 | |
E-mail [email protected] | 0:28:05 | 0:28:08 |