Kat's confidence is boosted as she flirts with Derek, Jack, Max, Michael and Ray but she soon finds herself in a compromising situation. Shirley's behaviour spirals out of control.
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Max, heads up!
-Oh, look at them skills!
-Max, over here. Go on!
What's the matter with you?
Men and balls, eh?
This ain't going to work, you know.
I've got to do something, Kat. Come on, Raymundo, keep it up!
Having a kick-about on the square is one thing,
but getting that lot to sign up for an actual team...
They're buzzing out there now.
You watch, come lunchtime, queuing up to put their name down on here.
You've been trying to get this team together for over two weeks now.
-Oh, and you reckon you could do better, do you?
-Well, I couldn't do worse.
-I'm going to prove it to you. I'm taking over.
-What you on about?
-You've had your chance. It's my turn now.
-Oh, you reckon, do you? Hey!
< That's it. Harry...
Lovely. Here you are, Derek!
Go on, son. On me 'ead!
-What do you want, Joey?
-Can't stay away?
-Not very good, are you?
-I haven't played for years.
I wasn't talking football.
-See, that's what I like about you, always with the quick reply.
Gran's coming for tea.
No, it's the last place she'd come. 4 o'clock, at home. Be there, yeah?
Let me down if you want, but...not an old girl.
-You don't know for sure that this was down to Jay.
-Who else could it have been?
No-one else knows.
"Information received," the police said. Come on, Pops, work it out. I have.
So, what now, eh? What are you going to do?
Go marching round there, shout the odds? Deck him?
-'Bout time you started thinking of this little one.
I am thinking of her!
And d'you know what? I could actually lose her cos of this.
Oi, oi, easy, easy, easy! Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Hey, Sasha, Sasha, Sasha...
Got me in enough trouble last time.
-Yeah, but that was an accident, though, innit?
It doesn't matter what it was.
I took the blame for you and now I've got to work it off.
Not much work being done so far.
-It's really dusty in there.
-Stay out here, then.
As long as you like - I'm thinking "outside display".
Tempt the passing punters to stop and take a look,
and when you've stacked that box there's another four indoors.
This is supposed to be study time.
I could be down the library.
He's not interested in you, not really.
-He's just using you to get at me.
-Maybe he's changed.
Alice, he's never even sent you a birthday card before.
Yeah, OK, and he sent you one every year...
Yeah, and we all know why - just playing games.
So why's Gran coming over all of a sudden?
-She going to pile on the pressure too?
-Today was her idea, not mine.
That shop across the road sells cakes, don't it?
So, he got you your money back, did he?
-Er, yeah, a bit.
-And why would he do that?
Because he's a nice guy.
Oh. No other reason, no?
-Such as...he really fancies you.
How should I know?
Well, you know.
Yeah, you know, you always know.
Well, he hasn't made a move, if that's what you mean.
-That's a shame.
-Because YOU blatantly fancy him as well.
-Yeah, who said that?
-You don't have to.
-It's written all over your face.
-You all right, Jack?
-Yeah. You look like you're putting on weight?
-I'm not surprised, really, pigging out on that rotten muck every day.
-Oh, I see.
You got the Vic doing breakfasts now, in't you?
You're out trying to drum up some trade.
I'm not trying to drum up anything.
-You fling around insults for the sake of it?
-I'm not insulting you.
You just called me fat.
No, I said you look like you're piling on a few extra pounds,
-but I know a great way to burn 'em off.
-Oh, yeah, sounds interesting.
Hold your breath, already had the hard sell from Alfie.
-This is from me, not that muppet.
-No, he's been trying to sign me up to that team of his for days.
-Nah, nah. It's not his team. It's my team. I've taken over.
I'm in charge of everything - team tactics, oranges at half-time -
might even throw in the odd rub-down if you play really well, yeah?
The list is in the Vic if you fancy putting your name down.
Well, offers like that, you might have a fair few takers.
Oh, I'd get in quick, then.
CHEERING ON LAPTOP
-That's where it is.
-Where what is?
It's making its way all the way up to Leicester today.
You should come and have a look,
there's some right characters taking it on.
..there is no point in you just sitting here, brooding, all right?
It ain't going to solve nothing.
I was thinking, maybe we could go out, do something...?
No, you're right.
No point at all.
Oh. I thought maybe we could go down the park.
-No, I should be doing something about this.
-Really, really good advice.
-No, no... Where are you going?
-To get some answers.
-Oh, so you are going to kick off, then?
-Well, it depends on the answers.
-Lola, what have I told you?
This isn't just about you any more.
You get in any more trouble, what's going to happen to the little one?
I don't plan on getting in any more trouble.
You didn't plan on getting caught with the last lot.
Well, I need to know who it was.
-I thought you didn't care.
-I didn't, but if someone did you wrong, wouldn't you want to know who?
-What difference does it make?
-A big difference. What if it's someone that I thought was a mate?
Oh, right, so if it was Jay, then what?
-Then I want him to look me in the eye and tell me.
-Tell me the truth.
-And then what?
-What, that's it?
You're just going to turn round and walk away?
No, he will, feeling this small.
-And that's it?
Fair enough. I suppose he's got it coming to him.
-Yeah, he does, for starters anyway.
-So, someone in the frame?
-Yeah. You know that kid, Lola, don't you?
-How'd the Old Bill get onto her?
-That is the sixty-four-thousand dollar question.
-I've got work to do, so...
-Do you need a hand?
-Why, are you offering?
-No, not personally.
-Nah, didn't think so.
-My Joey's at a loose end, though.
-I didn't know he was looking for work.
-He ain't, not yet, but he's spending more time round here,
-so he might as well earn a few bob while he's at it.
-Del, I ain't got a few bob, not to spare anyway.
Anyway, is he going to be all right with you asking about?
-I thought he didn't want nothing to do with you?
You know what they're like.
Always more than meets the eye. You missed a bit. All right, Michael?
-Yeah, all right.
-How's Janine and the baby?
-Yeah, you know, Janine's being discharged today, so...
-Oh, that's good.
-Send 'em my regards.
Has he had a personality transplant or something?
Oh, no, he's playing at being a caring dad, I think.
-How's everything? All right?
-Yeah, you know...
-You back to business?
-Yeah, a bit of business, then back to the hospital.
< KNOCK ON DOOR
-What do you want?
-Not anyone in this house.
-Hiding, is he?
-He ain't down the Arches.
-If you're talking about Jay,
-he's gone to get some parts.
-I've got a message for him.
-I'll pass it on.
I'd rather deliver it in person. I don't care what you or Pops has to say.
Should have expected this, I suppose - all grasses are cowards.
-Jay ain't a grass.
-So how did they get onto me?
Deserved it too, after what you did, but it weren't Jay.
-He told you that, did he?
-He didn't need to.
-You'd work that out if you had half a brain.
-How did the Old Bill find out?
-You're mates with the market boys, ain't you?
-Some of them.
Well, have a word with them, that's what I'm saying.
You know, bend their arms a bit - if that don't work, break a few.
-Actually, Kat, you know what? To be honest...
-Don't you tell me you're backing out?
-Look, I don't really have time
-for all of this.
-It's just a few matches. Maybe a bit of training.
Exactly - matches, training.
-I've got a full-time job in case you hadn't noticed.
-It's good exercise.
Like I don't do enough running around here all day.
Not that you need a lot of training, seeing as you're pretty fit already.
So, what, you calling me fit?
Come on, Ray, this'd be the making of the Vic, eh?
It won't only be the footballers that'd be in here,
it'd be all the supporters as well.
Think about it, all them new punters sampling your grub.
So this is a kind of work thing, then?
All right, so if this is a work thing, yeah,
and I spend my time playing, matches and training,
then that'd be work too, then, yeah?
I'm not paying you for playing if that's what you mean.
All right, all right, all right,
but you could give me some time off in lieu, though, couldn't you,
IF I decide to keep my mind on all this
AND I have a word with some of the boys on the market?
See, the thing is,
-there's this exhibition that I wanted to take Sasha to next week...
All right, deal.
All right. Well, if that be the case, you'd better put Winston down.
I spoke to him earlier on, he said he was well up for it.
Alfie...another player for the team.
Easy, Sash. You all right? Want a hand?
Done enough damage, haven't you?
Yeah, well, that's why I'm offering, innit, to make it up to you?
So, er, where do... where do these go?
Walking disaster area, you two.
Pick 'em up.
Do me a favour - next time you decide to help, don't.
Well, how about I buy you some lunch, then, instead?
-Probably give me food poisoning.
-McKlunky's, yeah, on me?
Anything you like.
Yeah. OK, then.
You all right, Joey?
Give me a hand pushing this, will you?
Not quite as fit as I used to be.
Never were, from what I remember.
You're still as mouthy, though, ain't you?
Phwoar, I would... if I wasn't with Tyler, obviously.
-He's my cousin.
-What if he weren't your cousin?
No, that's disgusting!
I said if, Lauren, if?
I'm sorry I can't help you out, by the way.
-Well, it's like I was telling your old man,
there's plenty of work to go round, just not enough money.
Thanks again, yeah?
Well, they're hardly in the first flush of youth, are they?
I'll take anyone right now, just so long as they've got two arms,
two legs and don't have a bus pass.
You know what you need? You need a real man,
someone who knows what they're doing.
Anyone particular in mind?
-Well, there's no-one on that list.
-Beggars can't be choosers.
Why be a beggar at all when the answer's right under your nose?
If you mean you, you really do need help.
Me? No, I was thinking of my boy, Joey. He's always been handy round a football.
-D'you think he'll be interested?
Why don't you?
It's always better coming from a lady.
That motormouth Lola was bending my ear earlier on.
She's been leaving me messages all morning.
-Reckons it's all down to you grassing her up.
-I wouldn't grass her up.
Well, someone did.
-I told Max, and I only told him so he'd keep schtum.
-So what happened?
-Change his mind, did he?
-That sound like Max to you?
-Who else, then?
Look, I've been thinking, and yes, I know it's unusual,
but I was thinking how I can help you out.
Like you just did with them books(?)
Look, your dad's been saying you've got to do this work experience thing.
Don't remind me. I'll probably end up stacking shelves in some awful supermarket somewhere.
But that's what you're doing anyway. Well, not in a supermarket,
-but in a shop, yeah?
-I don't understand.
Why don't you tell your school that you're doing your work experience early
at the charity shop, and then maybe, that way, you will not have to do it any more?
-That's your idea of helping, is it?
-Well, at least you get something out of it, innit?
I want to do something exciting on work experience,
something worthwhile, something that will stretch me,
that might actually get me somewhere.
I don't just want to waste my time on something that doesn't matter.
-Don't you understand anything?
-OK, ladies, these are two kebabs here, one with chips and salad,
-and one with the hot, hot, hot sauce for Kimmy.
-Looking hot in pink.
I understand one thing.
You fancy him, don't you?
-Course you do.
-He's a nice boy.
-For goodness' sake!
-You're a lovely looking girl.
For the last time, I do not fancy Fat Boy.
Yeah, I'll have a drink. Yeah, let's have drinks.
-Oh, OK, enjoy.
-That's all right.
-Oi, where have you been?
-Keep your hair on.
-I ain't been getting in any trouble.
-You don't have to - trouble's already here.
Look, he turned up about a half hour ago.
I got your social worker here,
so just let her do all the talking, yeah?
What now, eh? I've answered all your questions. I wasn't there.
I don't know anything about any car,
and I don't care what any dirty little grass has been whispering in your ear either.
We have evidence to suggest that you were at the scene of the crime.
So? I've been looking at a few motors lately.
-Pops has been teaching me to drive, ain't you, Pops?
-I'm advanced for my age.
-We'll need to go to the station to answer any further questions, Lola.
-You should know.
-Come on, Bill.
-They've charged her.
They've found her dabs all over the car lot.
OK, maybe this one wasn't down to you.
-Yeah, it weren't.
You tell whoever shopped her, this ain't a joke.
This lot are talking youth court, the works,
and OK, maybe she shouldn't have done what she did,
but so what? Max is going to lose a little bit of business.
She could lose everything cos of this.
Just can't seem to do right for doing wrong.
-Welcome to the wonderful world of parenthood. It ain't easy.
-I ain't a parent.
and if I still want to keep seeing him, yadda, yadda, yadda...
Listen, just save the lecture, I already got it from my sis, all right?
You're going to have to find some way to connect to her.
Oh, I connect with her.
I put my foot in it every time I open up my gob.
I keep winding her up for no reason. I don't know why.
Maybe you should find out what's important to her,
-what she's interested in.
-Yeah? I tried that earlier in McKlunky's,
-and that did not go down very well.
She's interested in dance, but you mean like important things, innit?
Maths, science and stuff like that, innit?
-I did say it wasn't going to be easy.
-Yeah, or are you more of a chess man or dominoes?
-I play a bit, yeah.
-All right, then, play for us, your local team.
-This ain't my local.
-Oh, I thought...
Someone been bending your ear about me, have they, someone like my old man?
Yeah, I'll take that as a yes, shall I?
-I'm just looking for a few likely lads.
-He put my name in the frame, did he?
-Maybe he thought you'd enjoy it, a bit of fun.
-Don't know him too well, do you?
-Don't have a go at me.
Ah! So, just the one name, then? Not having much luck, are you, darling?
-No, hold on. Max's name is not on the list, is it?
-But it will be. ..You all right, Max?
-All right, Kat?
What can I get you?
Just an orange juice, please.
-You're off the hook.
-The police have just arrested Lola,
found her fingerprints all over the car lot.
-You don't look too surprised.
-Well, nothing that one does surprises me.
-Is that the only reason?
-Look, I can't get into trouble, and you know that.
-I ain't going to risk losing Bobby. It's me or her.
-That's not the point...
-And I choose me.
What would you do?
No, I was just checking, that's all. Yeah.
Yeah, my mistake.
-Not since this morning.
-Only I need a word.
Just spoke to Gran, though.
She knows nothing about coming for tea tonight,
probably because she's not, is she?
What's the idea, Joey?
Get me home, lock the doors, barricade the windows?
Get a life.
Things are looking good, then? I've just been talking to Max.
Yeah, yeah. Touch and go.
So fragile, aren't they?
Do me a favour, Kat, when am I going to find the time to play football?
-Yeah, Jack said you'd be chicken.
-Been twisting his arm an' all?
-Didn't need to.
-He jumped at it.
-He ain't got a flaming wedding to sort out, has he?
Ooh, you make it sound like it's a chore.
I didn't mean it like that.
-Should be fun, shouldn't it? Planning your big day an' all that?
-Yeah, it is.
I mean, I know it's your second time round and that, but still.
No, it's just Tanya, innit?
She's had a rough time, it's bound to have some effect.
By the sounds of it, it hasn't been a barrel of laughs for you either.
You know what I need, don't you?
-A good old work-out on some muddy football pitch somewhere.
You can work off those frustrations.
I didn't say anything about any frustrations.
Maybe I can recognise the signs.
Is that right?
Is what right?
Looking for work?
Not you as well.
Been asking you too, has he? My interfering old man?
No, I'm the last person your old man would come to for a favour.
-Sounds like you don't really like him very much.
-Not exactly, no.
If you want to hack him off, I could do with some help behind the bar.
He might play games...
-In court, Tuesday.
-Social worker says I should just plead guilty, get it over and done with.
you're just going to roll over?
-I'm bang to rights anyway, so what's the point?
-And what'll happen then?
-It's up to the magistrates. Come on.
Don't matter what they do, does it? Too late.
Listen, it weren't me, all right? You know that, don't you?
Don't matter who it was, does it? Not now.
Oh, I've had another idea.
Now, about this work experience thing you've got to do, yeah?
-Listen, I've got this mate,
now he's a regular little brainbox, and he works in a hospital.
Now I know that you're really interested in blood and gore
-and all that kind of stuff, yeah?
-As in a real-life, working hospital...
..with doctors and nurses and all that?
-Yeah, and he's not a porter, if that's what you're getting at.
-You mean he's an actual doctor?
Yeah, well, sort of. You see, he doesn't actually work with, like, live patients...
-What, you mean he's in forensics?
-But that's my favourite field.
-And you could get me to work with him?
-I could ask.
-That would be fantastic!
-Look at this.
Well, Harry Redknapp, how did you do it?
Must be my natural charm...
Got them queueing up to play, ain't you?
-..or the free oranges at half-time.
-Jack, Max, most of the lads from the market.
Alfie, what can I say? You've either got it or you ain't.
I have and you ain't.
That's right, innit? Only there's one problem.
-One minute we ain't got enough, now we've got too many.
Seems to me you're going to have to disappoint a few players.
Doing it again, ain't you, hm? Playing games?
-I don't know what you're talking about.
-Do me a favour, Derek.
Everywhere I've been today, it's all I've had, YOU,
in me face, talking to Max about me,
even talking to the landlady of this place about me.
-What makes you think I'm playing games?
-Where you're concerned, everything always is.
-Maybe I'm just trying to find out what's on offer for you.
-Build some bridges.
-It's a bit late for that, innit?
-Well, that's what I'm trying to find out.
-Yeah, well, don't try!
Just ask...and I'll tell you.
Yeah...it is too late.
You know, I thought with you being a little bit older, we might be able to...
What, that I'd check my brain out, like my sister?
You're just doing what you've always done - trying to pull the wool over my eyes,
trying to convince me that you're not a slimy toad no more.
You know, I don't know why I bother.
Finally learnt your lesson, have you?
Like you said yourself, I've got my daughter here.
Don't count on it.
-She's here, ain't she?
-Don't get too used to that.
You never was worth bothering about.
Cos I saw through you?
My little Alice, she's an angel...
you're just the runt of the litter.
You got a minute?
That offer of yours...
Looks like I might need to stick around for a bit.
So I reckon it'll suit me down to the ground.
I reckon this football match could be the start of something big.
It's only a friendly.
I know, sweetheart.
But if we do really well, we could join the pub league, couldn't we?
One step at a time, eh?
Nan, can you get this junk off the table?
This ain't junk. It's highly valuable merchandise.
And I reckon this could put the Vic back on track.
It's going to take more than a football match to sort our finances.
No thanks to Michael.
He said he's going to pay us back.
-I don't know.
Maybe I should go down the hospital and ask him.
Or maybe you should concentrate on the football. What do you reckon, Jean?
Hey, I can just see it now, though. You as the manager.
-Me as your star striker. Back of the net!
-You haven't made the team yet.
-Come on, sweetheart, my name's going to be top of the list, ain't it?
-Let's see how you do at the trial.
-Trial by football.
-You saying I've got to trial with the rest of the numpties?
-Yeah, that's right.
-But I'm sleeping with the manager.
Which is more the reason why you got to prove yourself.
My Brian used to have a telescope. Not as posh as that.
Used to gaze at the stars for hours. Said he found it very therapeutic.
-Why don't you keep it, Jean?
Why not? It'll take your mind off things.
Thank you, Mo! That is really kind of you.
See, that's what I'm talking about. Team Moon.
Seeing as it is your day off today,
I am going to spoil you rotten, my little angel.
We're going to start with a proper cooked breakfast,
and then...I might have a little surprise for you.
I said he could stay the night, make it easier for his new job.
Got a job working with Michael.
Don't mind, do you?
No, 'course not.
Nah...great! HE CHUCKLES
-Why don't you sit down and eat that properly?
-I ain't got time.
I've got two MOTs to do before the footie trials at lunch. See you later.
You enjoying that?
Yeah, it's great.
Yeah, it sounds like it.
You're chewing really loudly!
I'm chewing like I always chew.
-You never complained before.
Yeah, it's amazing, the things you get used to.
You're like a pneumatic drill! It's going right through me.
-Give it a rest, it ain't a crime to chew!
-No, but murder is.
Carry on with that chewing and I won't be responsible for my actions.
-Where you going?
-Back to bed!
It's great Joey decided to stick around, isn't it?
Yeah, it's great. So what made you change your mind?
Oh, you know, thought I'd keep an eye on Alice.
Oh. And there I was thinking it was because of me.
So what's this surprise you've got laid on for me then, Dad?
Well, I thought I would take this opportunity to introduce you
to my world famous - but top-secret - recipe for spaghetti Bolognese.
Dad learnt to cook in prison.
One must make good use of one's time
when one is paying one's debt to society.
What say when we finish up here, we get down the market,
get the ingredients for the spag bol?
What about you, Joe, fancy pitching in?
No, you're all right. Somewhere I need to be.
Oi! So, Mrs Moon,
what exactly have you got planned for the trials, then?
-Ooh, trying to get inside info, are we?
-Nah. Course not!
You do know what you're doing, don't ya?
We wouldn't even have a team if it wasn't for me, thank you very much.
-You can be very persuasive when you want to be, can't ya?
-I'm still not telling you what I've got planned.
But seriously though, if you need help with formations or strategies,
-I'm your man.
-Is that right?
Yes! What are you going to do, a classic formation, 4-4-2?
Or you going to do the Christmas Tree formation, with a 4-3-2-1?
Or, my personal favourite, which is the 1-5-3-2, with a sweeper?
That's what you are, is it? The sweeper?
Clearing up all the mess that everyone else leaves behind?
Nah. I'm the front man, ain't I? The star striker. Match-winner.
We'll see after the trials.
When you've finished that, you can come and help me down the Arches.
Maybe she needs some help. You know, counselling.
What Shirley needs is to go back to work.
Stop moping about and take her mind off things.
What is it?
It's a reminder.
Heather's birthday tomorrow.
-Where you going?
-Give it back to Shirl.
Are you mad?
Come on. Pass it.
There you go, boys.
Looking good, guys!
It's like watching Bobby and Jackie Charlton.
-What does that make me, then? Bobby Moore?
Oh, look, Usain Bolt's about to put in an appearance!
-All right, Billy, you all set for the trials, mate?
-Nah, I can't.
Well, I can't risk getting injured, can I?
I've got an Olympic flame to carry. Besides, I've got enough on my plate with all this Lola business.
-Bill, can't just turn a blind eye, can I?
-Nah, course you can't.
Look Max, I know what she did was wrong.
But she's 16 and she's pregnant. The last thing she needs is you and Lucy making trouble for her.
Yeah, well, my hands are tied, aren't they?
-Yeah, right. See you later.
-Yeah, see you, Billy.
Hello, Jay, you not going the football trials?
Yeah, I'm going to get changed now. How's Lola?
She's got the right hump.
We've got to go court today and Ritchie's told her to plead guilty.
-Some 16th birthday, eh?
-Is it her birthday?
Yeah. Anyway... good luck with the trials.
You should've seen it. Sunday lunch. Whole Branning clan round the table.
Max and Jack trying to outdo each other.
He had hair then, Max. But just as freckly.
And Jack, he was going to be the next Marlon Brando.
All mean and moody. Carol, face like thunder.
April, with her dreams of the future.
Suzy, with her latest boyfriend in tow. Different one every week, her.
Roast potatoes steaming up the window. And me carving the joint.
And the laughter ringing out. That's what I remember the most.
That sounds lovely.
Yeah, it was.
Look at me now -
can't even get me son to sit down and break bread with me.
Shouldn't be surprised, though. It's an unwritten law, innit?
Fathers and sons, always fighting like cats and dogs.
I was just the same with my old man when I was his age.
Says she needs to see me urgently.
Well, you better get round there then, ain't ya?
-No. It's all right. I'll stay.
-No, go on. You're all right.
I'll finish up here. Just don't be late for lunch.
OK. I won't.
You're not going to do anything stupid, are ya?
Good. Birthday card.
Listen, you're all right, ain't you, Lo?
Course. I'm 16, ain't I?
I can smoke, have sex - bit late for that, though.
Get married. Probably best not to do 'em all today, though.
Listen, I could come to the court with you if you want.
What, and miss your footie trials?
Yeah, I don't mind. It's not my thing anyway.
Nah, you're all right. Pops is picking me up in a minute.
Tell you what, you can take me for a birthday drink later if you want?
-Celebrate my freedom.
-Yeah, all right then.
I can feel the testosterone from here.
Yeah, I wondered what the smell was!
Who wants to see their dad in a pair of shorts?
I think it's sexy.
Not Max! Tyler, I mean.
Shame your cousin's not trying out, innit?
-Bet he looks all right in a pair of shorts.
What? I'm only saying what you're all thinking.
Seriously, though, what is the point in football?
It's all primal, innit?
If they weren't doing that, then they'd be beating their chests
-or wrestling in a field or something.
-Come on, you two! It's exciting.
Y'know, if Max and Tyler get picked, we get to be WAGs.
What was so urgent?
-Not much competition in here, is it?
-I don't know about that, mate!
-We'll give you a run for your money, don't worry.
Shame Ricky ain't here.
-I heard he was a good footballer.
-Shame he left town then, innit?
-Here she is, guv'nor!
SHE BLOWS WHISTLE
All right, boys, calm down. Right. The match is tomorrow,
so I ain't got a lot of time to kick you sorry lot in to shape.
-Hello? Some of us are already in shape.
So I'll be testing your stamina...
..how fit you are...
and your ball-control skills.
-But most importantly, your ability to score.
-Go on, girl!
-This is football you're talking about, ain't it?
-Course I am. What else?
This is what I call man management.
-Alfie don't know what he's let himself in for.
-Course I do,
that's why I married the girl!
So, just so you know, I ain't got no time for prima donnas.
So what I say goes, all right?
Yes, boss! Yes!
-And just remember, if you're picked...
-There's no ifs about it.
If you're picked, you'll be playing for the honour of the Queen Vic!
Yes! Go on the Queen Vic! Come on, boys.
Wait for me!
All right, Nan? What you come as - a saveloy?
Meet your official team physio. Magic sponge at the ready.
Well, that should be an incentive to keep us injury-free.
And you're the first on my list for a post-match rub down.
Right, come on then. Let's get this show on the road.
Why are you still playing games?
I was just trying to save you from a day in with Delia.
As long as this doesn't turn into another lecture about Dad.
No. Course not.
You oughta give Mum a call, though. Clear the air.
Because if you're going to be sticking around, we all need to try
-and find a way to get on, right?
Good. So I'll see you at lunch.
One step at a time, eh?
All Dad wants is for us to just sit down and have a proper family lunch.
Just the three of us. It would mean the world to him.
And to me.
He's a bit good!
-Obviously rates himself, don't he?
-No, he's all show, ain't he?
-What's the matter, Grandad, worried you're not going to be able to keep up?
-Ha, you see! Quoted for truth!
-Look at them pants!
-Oh that's mature, ain't it.
Don't do that in front of the ladies, man! It's not funny.
You wait till bath time after the match. I'll see it all then.
-She ain't serious, is she?
-Afraid you ain't going to measure up?
-No! That's not what I mean.
-No. I'm just saying, it's not right...
-Mate. She's winding you up.
-She's winding you up.
-Oh, that's funny. Like, mixed baths. As if, you know...
Kat, just to let you know - Fats is good in that department. So Kat, if you need to...
Yes. Get on, get on. On, boy!
Bet you're loving all this, ain't you? Blokes running around in shorts doing exactly what you say.
I don't know what you mean(!) Now get on that bus before I give you extra laps round that pitch.
-Oi! Alfie! Come on.
-Come on, lads!
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
-Have you seen my phone?
Listen, I need you to go down the club for me.
-I need you to take a delivery.
-Why can't you do it?
Because I've got a load of motors turning up at the Arches that need sorting out.
And with Janine in hospital, well, it's all hands on deck.
So? How did it go with Alice?
She's... just so stubborn, you know.
Hmm. Must be a family trait.
But give her time and she'll soon see what Derek's really like.
And what if she don't, eh?
Then you're just going to have to open her eyes.
Trust me, I've been trying, but...
Right. You don't want her to hate you for it.
Then you're just going to have to be really, really clever about it then, aren't ya?
How comes you're not trying out for the footie, then?
Not sure I'm going to be sticking around too long.
I thought you had a job here.
See, the thing is with Joey is he's a control freak.
He always has to have everything his own way.
That's awesome! But he'll come round. Eventually.
Well, let's hope so, eh? But I wouldn't hold your breath.
-Why did you sign for it?
-You weren't here.
And the bloke said you were expecting 'em.
Well, the cars, yeah. But not...not that!
The whiff of court. Lo. Come on, babe.
Otherwise they're going to stop serving lunch.
And I've gotta get back to work.
Janine's counting on me now, ain't she?
Hey, you hear little baby Pat's on the mend?
Good news, innit?
I can't believe it's only a week ago they had that big marquee up and everything in the square.
You going like that?
Er... Yeah. Why not?
-Oh, I see - you ashamed to be seen out with me, is that it?
I just don't see why you gotta go round flaunting that. It ain't like,
something to be proud of, is it?
MUSIC PLAYING: "Don't You Want Me" by The Human League
-You all right, Jean?
-What you got there?
-This will be my gateway to the stars.
-If I can understand it.
-Oh, very nice.
What, new hobby, is it?
Well, we all need something to take our mind off things.
# We're on the march with Kathleen's army,
# We're all going to Wem-ber-ley! #
# And we're going to shake 'em up when we win the FA Cup
# Cos The Queen Vic are the greatest football team. #
-How did it go?
-Just call me the hat-trick king.
-He's a bit full of himself, ain't he?
-He is tasty, though.
-I bet he's no match for you warriors.
You know what, I don't know him but I like him. I like him.
Look at you, all out of puff.
Yeah. You want to work on your stamina, Max.
That's the story of his life.
# Little donkey, little donkey... #
Yes, all right, very funny. What's the matter with you?
I think you might've broke it.
Oh, Mo, it's not broken. It's just a bit of cramp. Get off, you dirty mare. Trying to cop a feel.
What's the matter with you? And if some of us, not mentioning no names, hadn't been so selfish,
I wouldn't have had to run around like a lunatic, would I?
Mate, listen. What can I say? I mean, some of us are thoroughbreds.
-And some of us are workhorses.
-Yeah, yeah. Kat hasn't picked the team yet.
And I'm sure she'll make the right decision, won't you, love of my life?
Oh, I'm sure she will. Make sure, Kat!
I know it's hard, but you can't keep moping about like this.
Don't you think I know that?
D'you think I enjoy sitting at home watching daytime rubbish telly?
You have no idea how annoying Jeremy Kyle is. I'd like to rip the weasel's head off.
Do you think I like drinking halfway through the day listening to tragic '80s songs?
Then let me help you.
How? What can you do?
Can you take the pain away?
I know you've got too much time on your hands.
Too much time to think. And too much time to remember.
What? What do you want me to do?
-You want me to forget about Hev? Forget about what happened?
-No. Course not. But...
Shirl, it's time to move on.
And Heather wouldn't want you moping about like this, would she, eh?
I dunno, she could mope with the best of them.
Why don't you come back here and work?
No. I don't want to be cooped up in here.
I know just the thing.
-What do you reckon your chances then?
I was always last to get picked for sports at school.
Come on, sweetheart!
-Come on then, put us out of our misery!
-All right. I've chose the team. So -
in goal... Andrew.
Just call me safe hands.
In defence, Winston... Jay...
-Nice one, Jay!
-..Syed and Masood.
-They had to go back to work.
-In midfield, Anthony...
-Yes! Just call me bouncer!
..and the Branning boys.
Midfield generals. Thank you.
And up front...Tyler Moon...
-Hey, get in there!
-The rest of you are on the bench.
Kat. How come you're choosing Alfie instead of me?
Because Alfie's a team player.
-Come on, Raymondo. No hard feelings, it's all about age over experience. Right?
And it's nice to know you'll be on the bench if I need a breather!
-All right, Max? What can I get you?
-Same again, please.
You sure about Alfie?
Yeah, like I said, he's a team player.
Safety net, more like. And team players don't win matches.
Winning is all about taking risks.
And you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?
Yeah, I'm a proper little thrill seeker.
This is really good.
You wait till you taste the trifle I've knocked up for dessert.
Don't you mean your world famous trifle?
Couldn't let you down, could I?
Not too late, am I?
No. Course you ain't. Come on. Sit down. Sit.
There you go. You tuck into that, eh?
This is nice, isn't it?
-Well, I hope there's plenty more.
-Why, are you hungry?
I'm starving. I invited a few mates round for lunch.
You don't mind, do you?
-Joey said there was some grub going.
-Go on, everyone.
Don't be shy. There's plenty to go round.
Nice, mate. Cos I tell you what, I am ravenous!
There you go, Anthony, you sit there.
And pride of place for you, Lucy.
Er, where can I sit, then?
-You're family. You can stand.
-Well, go on, everyone, tuck in.
-This is cream of the crop, Del.
Really? I think it's missing something. A little salt, maybe.
Mmm. Yeah, that's much better.
Here, Alice, you should have some more salt too.
-I don't want any.
-Hey, no need to be polite.
All family here. There you go.
Well, this is nice, ain't it?
-Del, Del, Del!
-Dad! No! Stop it!
-You get out of this house!
Alice. Meet your dad.
-All right, birthday girl, you all set for that drink?
-What - with this?
-It didn't go well, then?
-Top marks, Sherlock. Got a tag and community service.
But you can still go for a drink, can't ya?
-Long as I'm back in time for my curfew.
-Look on the bright side.
And what exactly is the bright side, Einstein?
At least you didn't get sent down. And you get to keep the baby.
Giving birth in a tag.
Classy. Still, least it's keeping up my family's tradition, eh?
My gran'd be well proud.
That Lucy's going to pay for this.
Lucy was wrong to grass you up, yeah. But...
Oh, right. So this is all my fault, is it?
I only did this for you, Jay! So you better decide whose side you're on!
Well, say something.
Are you all right, darling?
How could you do it?
You knew how important this was to Dad. But you had to go and ruin it.
What? I'm sorry. All right?
But I had to show you the kind of man he really is.
Oh yeah? And what kind of man are you, eh?
What kind of man deliberately sabotages his own sister's happiness?
And for what? To make some misguided point, borne out of hatred?
He didn't do this because he loves you.
He did this because he hates me.
Don't listen to any of this. All this rubbish about wanting his family around him.
He doesn't care about you! He doesn't care about any of us.
Now come on. Let me take you home.
This is my home now.
And you're wrong. He DOES care about me.
And he cares about you. You just won't let him.
Now I want you to apologise.
Yeah? When hell freezes over.
Then I think you should leave.
What?! Alice, you're making a huge mistake here.
But sooner or later, she'll have her eyes opened.
It's only a matter of time.
-You're having a laugh, ain't ya?
It'll be great, you know - open road, fresh air...
Stench of fried onions.
-Come on, where's your sense of adventure?
-It's a wreck!
-You like a challenge.
-Yeah, well, my life's one big challenge with you.
So...you up for it, then?
If it keeps you off my back.
From this moment, I don't want you to think of me as Kat Moon,
landlady of the Queen Vic,
but The Guv'nor.
You know why Sir Alex Ferguson's so successful, don't ya?
-He ain't got a pair of these!
Sorry, Derek, what was that?
I'm just saying, can you name me any other female managers, Kat?
Derek seems to think that me being a good looking bird
is going to put you boys off.
If you think you're going to struggle with that,
I suggest you walk out that door right now.
Because, as the GUV'NOR...
I want you to go out there and show some passion.
-And I want you to bring back the win. do you think you can do that?
What was that?
I've heard louder mosquitoes! I said, do you think you can do that?
THEY ALL CHEER
Like your style, Kat.
You know, if winning is so important to you,
how come you're subbing your lethal weapon?
Because it also happens to have a dangerously large ego!
Assertive women. Love 'em.
-Mate, she kills me.
-Right, the bus leaves in five.
So make sure everyone's been to the little boys' room
and then we'll set off.
-That's right, boys.
-How did I do?
-Darling, I gotta say, you were fantastic.
Seriously. And if I didn't have to get on the bus,
-I'd sneak you upstairs right now.
-Alfie Moon, hold that thought.
OK, give me a kiss.
Just wanted to see how you are.
Fat. Bored. Stuck indoors.
I love being 16.
I tell you what, why don't I take you out for a drink?
I thought you had football?
Nah, I didn't get in.
Yeah, yeah - you mean you only made the bench?
Least you ain't in prison.
-Come on, I've brought 'em now.
-Don't want your blood gifts.
You all right, Michael?
-You think a few poxy shirts is going to get you back in with the family?
-Let's have a look.
-Oh, these are great. Thank you.
How's little Pat?
Yeah, she's, you know, she's better.
She's, she's a tenacious little thing, so...
Had to come back and get more clothes
cos her existing ones, they don't fit her. They're too big.
If you need anything, yeah?
Thank you, Kat.
-Don't say it.
-She's running late.
-Great! She knows we've got a match and Jean's polishing her telescope!
-Give it a rest!
Here, have a look, what do you reckon?
Yeah, add at the bottom, "Join us after to celebrate."
-Feeling confident, ain't ya?
-I am, yeah!
Right, come on everybody, drink up!
Let's go, we've got a football match to go to! Come on, The Vic!
You know he's only on the bench, right?
Well...not for long if Kat's got half a brain.
So...what do you think?
Funny, don't see them WAGs covered in face paints, do you?
Grab me some baby wipes, would you, yeah?
-Got one for me, darling?
-Yep, here y'are.
Luke, you can stand in for Jay - seeing as he can't be bothered to turn up.
Come on, Kat, man!
No! It's Guv'nor.
Do you reckon there'll be scouts there today?
Yes, heard there's a spot on the England squad going.
-And if you play really well, you might get signed up for a
Remember what I told you about looking before you kick the ball.
How many times? I told you, I tripped on a divot.
-What's a divock?
-A DIVOCK doesn't exist -
much like Dad's imaginary divot.
-All right, son, don't get cocky!
-Yeah, Syed, don't mock the elderly.
-I'm only joking, Mas!
Anyway, Alfie's the senior citizen of this team, ain't you, darling?
Don't listen to her, Masood. We're still in our prime.
Come on, son, let's go. Come on the lads!
-Brought yourself to watch a girl's team, then?
Gotta support my little brothers, ain't I?
I been watching them since they were knee high, their little legs!
Oi, Max Branning, what have I told you about smoking?
All right, Miss.
-Thought you was talking about on the pitch!
-Ha-ha-ha(!) Get on the coach.
Anthony, hope this ain't one of yours.
Oh, all right, darling?
Oh, do me a fav...
-Oh, easy, easy! Easy!
-Come off it!
Oh, get in there, son!
Jealousy's an unattractive quality, boys.
Hope you're going to save some of that passion
-in the tank for me, Jack.
-Oh, yeah. Here y'are.
Right, come on then, driver. Let's go!
THEY ALL CHANT
Wait for us! Wait for us!
Can we go home now?
Kim don't give up that easy, you know.
All right, come on.
What, you just going to stand there?
Get stuck in.
Dear, oh, dear.
Boys, get those legs up!
This is like one of them naked-in-school dreams.
Vivienne Martinez - manager of the Old Lions.
Kathleen Moon, Queen Victoria.
My lot could do with a break today.
Don't worry, I'll tell them to go easy.
Yeah, if they want to get caught with their pants down.
Right, lads, I want you to get out there and smash it!
-Play dirty if necessary.
-And I thought this was going to be boring!
Go on, boys!
Go on the boys!
CROWD CHEERS AND SHOUTS
One text, eh? What's so great about Costa Rica
-that she can't spare the time for that?
-I dunno, Jay.
-Probably the hot Costa Rican boys.
You're supposed to be cheering me up, not the other way round!
-What are you doing?
Want to add breaking and entering to your list of crimes as well?
It's all right, I'll be at home and tucked up in bed
by my eight o'clock curfew.
Technically speaking, it's just entering.
What about Shirley's Shack?
I ain't selling cockles on the seafront.
You got any better ideas?
-Yeah, Beef Me Up!
What? I like it.
What do you reckon, Ben? The name for my burger van?
Dad, can I have a word?
Don't you feel bad?
It's Heather's birthday today and she ain't got a clue.
Yeah, and have you seen her? She's smiling.
When was the last time you saw that, eh?
It just don't feel right, you know? Not to mark it.
And you need to move on as well, Ben.
I think we should tell her.
Do you really think now is the time for honesty?
What was that?! What was that?!
-That's it, I'm off!
-Come on, lads!
I've seen more passion in a retirement home!
-Calm down, we're a team!
-Come on then, boys! Come on!
Jack! Jack! Whoa, whoa, whoa...!
Hiya, you all right?
Sorry we're late - Zainab was driving.
Er, excuse me!
You'd still be stuck on the Square if it wasn't for me.
So how are we doing, babe?
-Well, that's good.
'Ere, Kat, stick Ray on, man. He'll sort you out!
She's got a point, y'know.
-Know what I'm doing.
-Listen, you got to start taking some risks.
You ain't going to win the match by keeping your old man happy.
Yeah? Then how come he's about to score? COME ON, ALFIE!
Go on, Alf! Go on, Alfie!
Come on, come on!
THEY ALL SHOUT
We got a penalty!
THEY ALL CHEER Yes!
-Come on, Ty.
-No, it's all right, I'll take it. I'll take it.
No, no, Alfie, let Tyler...
-I'll take the penalty, all right?
-Yeah, it's all right.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Go on, Alfie!
-Come on, Alfie! Come on!
-Alfie, keep it low, yeah?
-Come on, Alfie!
THEY ALL SHOUT AND CHEER
-Do me a favour!
-Stick Ray on, man!
-Chin up, Alf. Come on.
Pint of lager, please.
You got any ID?
I know, shall we make some cocktails?
Your baby don't stand a chance.
For you, moron.
They're making a mockery of our defence.
Masood, Syed - wake up!
Mid-field - keep up the good work, Jack.
Safe hands? Yeah, right.
If you tried to put your head in your hands, you'd miss!
Max - plenty of teasing, not enough action. Don't hold back.
-Yes, your main man's right here.
Not enough teasing. You're rushing it.
Treat the ball like you would a woman.
Yeah, say no more. Ray, you're in.
Come on, you lot. Huddle up.
-Come on! We're not losers!
-Come on then, boys.
Right, what do I want to see?!
TEAM ALL SHOUT
Sorry. Sorry, Alfie.
Hey, what are you talking about? Don't be silly.
I'm well proud of you, ain't I?
Come on, the lads, keep your heads up, let's have it...
That tastes like toilet water.
That what you drink round yours?
Here, wait, who am I?
"Darlin', I made ya that cocktail,
"so you either better drink up and pay up
"or take your skinny little butt and get out of my pub."
Get out the back. Get out the back. Quick, quick!
Go on, Ray! Go on.
Go on! Go on!
CROWD CHEER AND APPLAUD
Well done, boys. Well done!
Give me a R... R! Give me a A... A!
-Unlucky, boys. Well played, boys.
Almost had me worried there.
-Yeah, well done.
-You want to bring the boys back to The Vic?
-Thanks, might just do that.
Lovely. Well done, Jack.
Don't worry. We'll wipe that smile off her face next time, eh?
First round on you then, Guv, eh?
Yeah. THEY LAUGH
Won't budge - must be something wedged up against it!
Cos you ain't pushing hard enough. Get out the way, gimme a go!
So what do we do now, then?
..like Chris Waddle, weren't it? Italia '90. Broke my heart.
Yes, mate, yes.
So tell us, Alfie, when you were taking aim,
was it the goals you were lining up
or that plane that was flying above it?
Tell me, Jack, when you missed the open goal,
-were you frightened you were going to mess your hair up?
-Get out of it!
Your face, though, your face, Alfie, was a picture... "Ooh!"
Is that supposed to be me, or a dying slug,
-or is that just your face?
-No, no, this was you, Alfie... "Whey!"
What about when you missed the open header in the second half?
-You were like that...
-Oi, don't try putting it back onto him.
-We ain't going to let you forget this!
-At least he had the guts to stand and take it.
-I didn't see any of you lot offering.
-No, I offered. I offered.
-I'm proud of him for giving it a go.
-At least his missus still loves him.
But I bet he ain't getting any tonight!
-He's got more chance than you, Derek!
First round's on me, Trace!
THEY ALL CHEER
-We love you, Kat Moon, we do.
We love you, Kat Moon, we do. We love you, Kat Moon, we do...
All right! Shh, calm down, let Mrs Moon talk, thank you.
Right, your attention for a moment, please.
Right, first off, I'd like to congratulate the Old Lions on their victory, fair and square.
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
But seeing as this is my pub,
the man of the match award is decided by me.
So, step up, Mr Ray Dixon!
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Almost saved us from the jaws of defeat - next time, eh, Ray?
OK, now that's my man, OK!
Read and weep - he's coming home!
-Go on, Ray.
-Someone else who caught my attention on the field today -
Legs of the Match goes to Mr Jack Branning!
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Thank you very much.
I just want to say a big thank you to my mother and father
-for the lovely genes.
-What, these ones?
-Yeah, these ones.
Apologies to my brothers, you know, for taking all the best bits.
-Oi, oi, oi, shut up!
-Sit down, sit down!
But most of all, I want to thank my brilliant team for doing me so proud.
So, kick back and have a good time!
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
-Oi, big foot, watch your legs.
-Yep, none for you, though.
Impressive skills on the pitch today.
You ever played professionally?
You're kidding, right? He's ancient!
Oi, what do you mean, "ancient"? Go and stick a tune on the jukebox.
-Nah, nah, cooking's my thing.
-Well, we could do with a chef too.
The Old Lion, Dalston...
we're missing a good man up front.
You know, I'm flattered, really, but...I'm happy here. Thanks.
What a shame.
Oi, you trying to poach my team?
Lucky for you he's loyal.
Glad you know which side your bread's buttered.
Well, I'm glad you realised
the goldmine standing right in front of you.
Shame it took you so long.
You might be a decent player, but if you're not playing for the team
you might as well be scoring own goals.
Kim might think you're God's gift
but if you believe every word that comes out of her gob,
you'll be falling on that handsome face of yours.
Yeah, all right, Guv. Point taken.
-This done, yeah?
Quick, quick, quick - run it under cold water.
I'll just take these, yeah?
Alfie's right there, we'll just have to wait.
What time is it? My battery's dead.
Jay, just tell me. Jay!
20 to eight.
-Fantastic, just great(!)
-What? This weren't my idea!
I'm 16 - having my first baby in a prison.
Don't be daft, I'll get you out of here. I just...
How? We're stuck.
I'm going to be a rubbish mum, ain't I?
What? Where'd that come from?
You'll be amazing, Lo.
so you'll remember exactly how she's feeling...
..you'll give her great advice...
you're fun, so she'll never get bored...
-although you wouldn't necessarily think that now!
Seriously, she's a really lucky kid.
It's women like her who give football a bad name.
-I bet she's too busy hitching up her wotsits to learn the offside rule.
Back in a bit, boys.
Excuse me a minute.
Haven't you got your own pub to go to?
-What are you doing?
No-one, but no-one, talks about the Guv'nor like that.
Especially in own her pub.
Got a soft spot, have we?
I'll tell your team to follow ya.
Babe, why don't you just come down?
Yeah, course there's women down there.
Well, Kat, Kim...
All right, yeah, fair enough. See you at home.
Tanya, when was the last time I ate a kebab?
All right, I'll see you later.
What are you doing out here?
Not a lot. Skulking.
What's that when it's at home?
Bit of leaning, bit of this.
Yeah, that's it.
SHE COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS
You're a rubbish skulker.
So, what's wrong with my legs?
They're just a bit, erm... SHE LAUGHS
Careful, you got a man's ego at stake here.
Good shape, though, ain't they?
Yeah, they're all right, I'll give you that.
-Yours ain't bad either.
And for your information, I did get picked for the football team,
I just chose to do athletics instead. I did!
Nothing to do with the fact you were scared of the other boys towering over you?
Being a late developer's nothing to be ashamed of, Syed.
Yeah, well, he's certainly made up for that now.
Kat, darling, can you change the barrel please, darling?
Let me do that for you, Kat?
You don't like a lady getting her hands dirty?
Well, excuse me for being the white knight.
..was she bad-mouthing me?
You don't have to worry about women like that, Kat.
She's not a patch on you.
I ain't the kind of girl that needs a white knight...
but thank you, Derek.
You all right? You got my text, then? They're upstairs.
Hello, mate. How are you?
Yeah, long time no see.
-Just a few booties and vests. Most of it's pretty unisex.
That's kind, thanks.
Oh... They're still a bit big, though.
Well, keep 'em.
You'll be glad of 'em in a couple of months.
She's going to be fine, Michael.
We love you, Kat Moon, we do! We love you, Kat Moon, we do...'
What can I say?
You should stick at this football lark...
-All right, Alf?
-Missing you down there.
-Yeah, I know.
-Got a bit of a fan club going on.
Do you think this suits me, this football lark?
Too right. Mind you, I think you look knockout in anything
so it don't matter, does it?
Haven't really spent much time together, have we, since I been back?
Yeah, course you're right.
And listen, I know, sweetheart, hands up, it's all my fault.
And look, listen, you know, what with the Vic, Tommy and Shenice...
-There you go, Mo and Jean, you know.
But, hey, hands up, Scout's honour -
Tomorrow. Come here, you - mwah!
Hear that? "We love you, Kat Moon, we do."
(Oi, Alfie, don't wake Tommy!)
-Queen Vic till I die!
I'm Queen Vic till I die
I know I am, I'm sure I am I'm Queen Vic till I die...
Come on. Come on.
We love you, Kat Moon, we do! We love you, Kat Moon, we do...
You coming in or what?
-You have got ten seconds to get in here now!
..he was flapping like an absolute...
-We love you, Kat Moon, we do We love you Kat Moon, we do
We love you Kat Moon, we do.
Oh, Kat Moon, we love you.
THEY ALL LAUGH AND CHEER
It's second-hand, what do you expect?
Second-hand stuff always smells.
Stinks more like. No wonder no-one's buying anything.
Had Head Office on the phone to me yesterday
wanting to know why it was so quiet.
People ain't got any money to spend, that's why.
Who wants to spend it on tat?
What do you know?
Maybe I should put some more stuff outside.
Or I could change the window display.
Take some old rubbish out and put some new rubbish in its place.
I know. I know, don't say it, all right?
And before you ask, the answer is yes, all right?
I do feel as bad as I look.
Come on, Kat, don't give me the silent treatment.
What? You never done something you shouldn't?
All right boys? A touch, touch, a touch from me.
And I'll have some of them seltzers as well please, Dee.
I've got a mouth like a bus driver's...glove.
All right, Jack? How's your legs this morning?
-Sore. Not as sore as me head though.
It's the worst thing about the morning after, innit?
You wake up and you say to yourself,
"I know I done something last night, but I can't remember what it was."
Yeah, yeah, I know, mate.
Hold on a sec, she's here right now. Hold on, stay there.
Bloke about the pub football team. Entry forms and stuff?
No, not now.
Listen, mate, can she ring you a bit later on, is that all right?
Yeah, all right. Cheers, mate. Bye.
-You going somewhere?
-To see Lola.
Not today, you're not.
D'you want help down the Arches?
No. You're going to help Shirley out. First run of the burger van.
You up for that?
Yeah, I just asked him, he said he'd love to. Didn't you, Ben?
Can I just get a coffee.
Still here then?
Not for much longer.
Mission accomplished. Any day now.
I think that girl's got a bit of a thing for you.
What, don't tell me you haven't noticed?
And what business is it of yours?
I'm your dad.
Can I sue? Trade Descriptions Act or something?
Like I keep telling you, we're more alike than you think.
Yeah, right-o, Derek. In your dreams.
I take after Mum, everyone's always said it.
Answer for everything.
Leave me alone, will you?
-Bit of a temper.
Quick on the uptake.
I'll even throw in a little bit of crafty as well.
And we're both in the doghouse with Alice.
Like I said. Loads.
-So you up for it then?
You're up for it, ain't you, Max? Pub league?
-Come on then.
-You going for that, then?
-You all right, Mike?
Cos I can hook you up with the proper gear. Shirts, all that.
Yeah, I know Ray's up for it an' all.
Yeah, well he would be, wouldn't he.
-Cock of the walk ain't he, that one?
-And Kat must be up for it.
Yeah, she had a good time, didn't she?
-So what's the problem?
-Yeah, it'll be fine.
This is the economy pack.
Yeah, well, think of the mark up we're going to make.
-Then we'll defrost them.
It'll take all day.
20 minutes max. We can use that blowtorch down the Arches.
Or we can just stick 'em in the microwave. Cheers.
No. Stack those over by the magazines there, will you?
Actually, I think they work better by the till.
Yes, well, yeah. That is a good idea.
This bag gets heavier every day.
However, my idea is just better. So, over by the magazines?
Anytime in the next, you know, 24 hours if that'll do you.
Oh, it's from Head Office.
Oh, my goodness, it must be the results.
The Best Minute Mart in East London.
And there's none better, I've visited them all.
We come out best on customer choice, customer service,
on ambience, on convenience.
Best see what the Head Office thinks, eh?
Oh, d'you know, this is ridiculous, I'm actually quite nervous, here.
I think you'll find I'm the one who's supposed to be nervous.
Mas, is this some sort of a wind up or...
No, I'm sorry, Denise, it says it here in black and white.
You're not the best Minute Mart in East London.
You're the best in the South and the East.
Look after them, all right. Take care of them. Have a lovely day.
Looking for something special?
-Present for my Dad, it's his birthday.
I was thinking something for his flat.
It looks nice. It's not...
You hear such stories - markets, second-hand places...
Is it knocked-off in other words?
I didn't say that. But seeing as you said it.
That is a 100% kosher and above board.
It's a much-prized possession from a loving home.
How did it end up here then?
You really are the careful type, aren't you?
It's former owner has no use for it any more.
Because he's kind of former all the way around.
-Well, I hope so for his sake, he was cremated yesterday.
So you knew him then?
I knew someone who knew him, put it that way.
So, the vase? What you saying?
I'll think about it.
All right? Takeaway coffee please.
Michael. How's Janine?
She's better, thank you. And the baby's better as well.
How's my kid doing, Michael? Settling in OK, is he?
He's a good kid. Bit messed up.
But then, you'd understand that.
Treat him well, yeah?
Me and Joey, we haven't always seen eye-to-eye,
but he's my son after all.
THEY GIGGLE EXCITEDLY
Cake, please and lots of it.
Oh, yes, and why shouldn't we?
We already know that we are the best Minute Mart in East...
-..And South London. And Head Office agrees.
Wow. Have it on me then.
Oh, thank you.
You know, I knew all my hard work would pay off.
So what do you think my prize will be, huh?
Do you think like a little mini holiday or maybe some paid leave?
I could really do with that,
after the extra hours that I have put in.
You know, I've put in a fair few hours myself.
Behind that till day in, day out, night in and night out.
-We don't even open during the night.
Anyway, I've always believed it is the quality
of the contribution that counts.
Look, this prize, yeah, whatever it is, maybe we can share it.
Now why would I want to share something that is rightfully mine?
And that too with someone who didn't do anything to earn it?
No. It's been decided. I'm keeping that prize.
I insist on it.
Oh, do you?
There you are, my dear.
Thank you, Patrick, but I think I'd choke on it.
Zainab, I'm really worried about this.
Relax. It's working beautifully.
Kat. Walford's finest.
Guaranteed to work every time.
Well, almost every time.
Listen, Kat, you ain't got the hump with me any more, have you?
I never had. Come here.
If I'd know you were going to be like this,
I'd have saved myself a few quid.
I'm joking. Listen, sweetheart, the organiser's been on the phone again.
Let me finish, he's been bending my ear, cos all the lads,
they want to play football, Jack, Max, Ray.
And Derek, he's been driving me nuts,
talking about opening up a book or something.
Come on ,sweetheart, you loved it like the rest of us.
All right, I messed up a little bit.
Yeah, but doing it regular, in a league though,
it's a lot of hard work.
Yeah, yeah, I know, granted. It's worth a try, yeah?
It's easy for you to say, sparked out flat on your face.
I don't understand, you were up for it yesterday, you've gone full circle.
That's when I thought it was a one-off.
But we've got this pub to run, and Tommy to look after.
I know, just think about it, the roar of the crowd.
One man and his dog more like.
The last-minute corner, injury-time header,
the pleasure, the pain, the ecstasy.
-I just don't feel easy about it.
-What do you mean, easy? I don't...
I can't explain it, I just don't.
Look, stop phoning me, all right? I don't want to know.
All right, superstar? Happy Birthday, mate.
I thought they'd have given you the afternoon off, but work is work.
Nah, it's not my birthday for another six months.
What made you think it was?
The very same.
I wonder if I might have a little word?
My sincere condolences, my dear, dear lady.
If you'll just give me a moment, we'll go back to my office.
Not that kind of business.
Here, darlin'. Want to see where I live?
I want to know WHY you live.
Right, come on. Let's see how you flip it.
Well, stick that thing underneath and flick it.
Never mind about that one, the local dog'll have it later.
Right, give it here. Now watch how the master does it.
Lucy, it's a bit early for clubbing, innit.
Oh, no, I just took some stuff to the charity shop.
Oh, I see.
-I'm not a stalker.
I got this beautiful penthouse, river views, the lot.
Sorry, and this is who?
The Missing Link.
You would look so good on my wrap-around balcony.
Right, why don't you go to some dark place and...
carry on evolving?
All right. Not being taken for a mug, am I?
Meaning why's your old man so concerned about you all of a sudden?
-It's got nothing to do with me.
-I thought you didn't get on.
-That's the main reason I took you on.
-So what you trying to say? I'm a liar?
You want to watch your mouth.
Oh, dear. You're beginning to sound like him as well.
Hope I haven't made a mistake.
Stop fussing, Masood.
I can't help it, it's completely against all the rules.
-Who's going to know?
-The envelope was addressed to Denise.
If she ever finds out you've already read it...
-How will she know? I'm won't tell her.
-And if you tell her, I will kill you.
Give me the phone.
Who was it, Kamil?
Hmm. Look, I'm going to burn this, right now.
Yeah, you do whatever you want, just stop fussing, Masood.
-If Denise ever comes here.
Shirl, we've got customers,
You try one, make sure they're all right
-and then I can start serving.
-Why don't you?
What's the problem? That dog didn't keel over, did it?
All right, here you are. We'll do it together, yeah?
One, two, three.
-Well, what's it like?
Yeah. It's all right.
Right, what can I get you?
I'll have a burger and chips please.
-You know, talk about pigheaded,
-Calm down now, man.
-I don't see the problem.
She thinks this is a one-woman show you see, that's the problem.
She can't think that. I mean, both of you work here.
Yes. I've worked here longer though.
Yes, but what I'm trying to...
And I am actually the boss.
I see, so if this is a one-woman-show,
then you are that woman, right?
Oh, I didn't actually say that. Not in so many words.
Sounded like it to me.
Well, however it sounds to an employee, it is actually
the manageress who's going to be claiming the prize, so...
What, so I get nothing? For all my hard work?
Made even harder by my manageress's underhanded trick with the Inspector.
No, in recognition of your efforts...
Which were prolonged and strenuous, I am so exhausted.
Yes, yes, yes, OK, OK! So we can look into a little bit
of that time off that you was after.
OK, then, maybe a few days,
Alfie, what's all this?
It's a surprise, all right, a surprise.
Oh! That honks!
Stinks a bit, don't it? Here we go, look.
I've hung up my boots, ain't I.
Well, no, I've actually burnt 'em, to be honest with you.
Oh, it stinks.
Kat, come on, sweetheart. I'm not stupid, all right?
I know it's not been easy for you to have to put me in the team
when you've got much better players who want to play the game.
And I know it wasn't easy for you to take me off like that, all right?
Oh, and I'm sorry about last night, my head's still buzzing a bit.
So, basically, I am retiring, OK.
From now on, me and you are going to manage the team together.
Look what I've done. Sort it out. We've got a game next Wednesday.
So it's not going to be about me or you, it's going to be about us.
Us, and the Vic, eh. Come on, you.
You've got a cosy little number going, ain't you?
You tell the grieving relative you'll clear the house.
Now, I don't believe that's in your remit. But never mind.
Top rates, all that old toffee.
-Which isn't exactly illegal.
-It's a bit unethical though.
Then you get a fair old kick-back passing the stock on
to the Moon boys. Very dodgy Moon boys, at that.
Stock that might find its way into a charity shop instead.
Just imagine if word got out.
There's no reason for it to get out.
If you cut us into the same sort of deal.
Say, one house to the Moons and the next to us?
She's not as green as she's cabbage-looking, is she?
Is that a compliment?
Most definitely a compliment, darling.
Your very last chance.
A taste of paradise. Think about it.
What a waste.
Of a life.
I was trying to be friendly.
Oi, what are you doing! Hey!
It's OK, Joey.
I said, what are you doing?
I can deal with this.
All right, man. All right.
The sweet smell of success. Is there anything more intoxicating?
Jed Quinn. Brand Agent.
You got my letter about the competition?
-Group hug. Don't mind, do you?
For the staff magazine?
Action shot, you know, the moment you received the good news
and all that, I know it's a bit pony.
No, no, no, I don't mind.
And now one of the two lovely ladies.
And now, your prize.
I mean, Denise's prize.
-Yes, I insist.
So would I.
Why, what is it?
-It was in with the letter.
-No, it weren't.
Couldn't exactly have missed it.
Brand Event of the year.
Oh, my goodness! I would love that!
We'd get to see all the new lines being launched.
You know, laundry powder, dog food.
Did you know about this?
How could I?
Well, there's no need to miss out.
The prize is open for all employees.
Look, says so here, in the small print, everyone can come along.
It's OK, my reward's been sorted here.
No, no, no.
That's only cos we didn't know that it was for all of us, you see.
And we do now.
He was just a pathetic drunk. And Lucy's no helpless child either.
Hope you're not some kind of Trojan Horse.
Sent in by your dad. To bring us all down.
Yeah, all right, so we stink a bit.
A bit? Mustard, ketchup, onions.
Shame everything's so horrible.
Since we kept a couple of burgers for you.
But as everything stinks so bad.
All right, come on, hand 'em over. Where are they?
No, you're right, we do have a whiff of abattoir about us.
So, went well then?
-Yeah, really well.
-I'll put this in the washing machine.
I've got a bone to pick with you.
-OK, all right, I'm sorry, all right.
I've already had my ear bent by Michael.
Look, I don't need you riding to my rescue.
We're sorry OK.
What were you going to do with this?
I was going to stick it on her grave.
I know it sounds stupid.
No, it don't. At least somebody remembered her on her birthday.
-Why didn't you tell me?
Why is your name the only one on the card? Why isn't it from all of us?
-I don't know!
-When were you going to do it?
What difference does it make?
Yeah, I suppose so.
Oh, what? And then you decided to come with me instead?
You were going to do something really nice.
Something really thoughtful.
And then you thought, "Nah, I'd rather be flipping burgers."
I just thought it'd be a better way of remembering her.
You know, having fun.
Like I was saying...I had it covered.
Going to pull out some killer moves were you?
Yup. Then you stormed in uninvited
and I didn't have chance to show them off...
Not yet, anyway.
I was just looking out for you.
But seeing as you did...
What's that for?
Thank you. Again.
And that was for?
That's me saying sorry.
And that was for?
Do you really need to ask?
I'm bad news, Luce.
You don't look too bad to me.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Kat, come and see this.
One of the lads in the market taped the football
and he's just burnt it to DVD.
Phone centre have been hassling me all day.
-It's all right, I'll talk to them if you want.
-No. Ignore 'em. I am.
Hello. Go on, go through.
Yeah, all right, hold on. Kat.
Apparently it's your favourite feller.
Yeah, in his dreams. Quick.
Right, hold on, I'm coming.
Go on, Queen Vic!
Now what? Of course I can't.
No, not even for a drink.
Well, you can wait all you like, cos I'm not going to call you back,
and listen to me, don't you ever, ever,
pull a stroke like that on Alfie again. Do you hear me?
TEXT MESSAGE ALERT
MUSIC POUNDS FROM UPSTAIRS
MUSIC GETS LOUDER
It's all right, Pat.
Patsy... Little Patsy.
Kat says there's no way she can come down.
Trust. That is what the football team is all about. It's all about trust.
Yes, well, she thinks it's a migraine.
I mean, take Ray. He's a lovely bloke and all that -
muscles and he's well fit, but he's not a team player.
-I mean, the game the other day, right, he saw a chance and he got lucky, didn't he?
-Yeah, he did...
Now, you want to create the ultimate football team.
-It's got to be about the bonding. I may have hung up my football boots...
-Kat said you actually burnt them.
-Yeah, all right.
But that was just office... official managerial thinking, darling.
Well, it's good, Alfie. Because a proper kit and a free burger will make up for that goal you missed
and the team losing their first ever match, won't it?
Yeah, well remembered, sweetheart. Thanks for that(!)
Alfie. All right? Football kit.
Proper kosher football kit.
No expense spared. You can thank me later. Go on, have a look.
Have a look.
She's changed her... She's changed her mind. MUSIC POUNDS
I spent the whole afternoon sorting it.
Well, now she don't want it.
Shirley! Have you scrapped the new van?
I'm gonna sell it, Phil. I haven't completely lost the plot.
And then you do a little skippedy... Hey, what you watching?
No, no, don't look at them. Don't look at them.
-No, I don't understand what you're saying.
I don't know, just go home! It's only a fund-raising barbecue.
Well, I do.
I feel guilty for what I've done.
And what sort of man sleeps with the landlord's wife?
Will you stop this?
Look, get the message, yeah?
-This is not happening again. Leave me alone.
Kat, where are you?
-I said, if you want...
-No! What I want, Phil,
is to spend the rest of my life flipping flipping burgers...
-You know what, I'm gonna...
-Cleaning your cupboards, and looking after your club
-and washing your old underpants.
-Well, we had our dinner while you were changing into Anne Widdecombe.
-We didn't know you wanted to go to the barbecue, did we?
-Why would I,
when I can sit in with you and your useless lardy son eating chips out of paper?
It was just a birthday card, woman!
I mean, you know that I know that you're...
But, I mean, every day is like treading on eggshells with you.
He didn't mean to upset you. He didn't mean it, all right?
I wasn't even thinking about Heather.
-You're not the only one who misses her.
-I thought you said you didn't want me thinking about Heather!
Come on, come on...
I'll take you out, yeah? We'll go and have a drink.
I'll buy you a burger.
No, cos every time I get hacked off, you're going to blame Heather!
It's not Heather doing my head in! It's disappointment!
And boredom and banging on about pointless 'jobs'.
It is my waste of life that I'm bored with.
And you -
It bores me to tears, Phil.
I can't help it. It's just...stupid.
But I need you by my side, don't I?
I need my girl buttering the rolls, eh?
You stay up here till you feel a bit better, yeah?
Do you want me to close the curtains?
Get you some more water? You sure?
OK. All right. All right.
Hey. Hey. Hey, come on.
Stop this, you dopey bird. Come on.
What you sorry about?
'I hate myself.'
'I can't help it, Alfie.'
I know, Kat.
-And it's my fault.
Yes, it is.
Mum. Wife. Landlady.
Well, assistant team manager.
You can't manage it all, sweetheart. All this constant juggling.
I mean, you've got Jean and, of course, my perfect cousin.
And, of course, you've got me just piling it on.
Something's got to give.
No wonder you're getting ill.
I don't want you to blame yourself, all right, so...
Listen, I want you to stay up here, yeah?
I want you to focus on...
focus on what's important, you know, like you... Us.
The kids. The family, yeah?
You stay up here till you feel better, yeah?
Till I feel better, yeah?
It ain't worth nothing, but it's got sentimental value.
Are you sure you was definitely wearing this bracelet when you come out?
I'm late middle aged, Andrew, not senile. I wear it every day.
Day and night.
-There's definitely nothing down here.
Yeah. If you were my stepmother, I'd give you grief.
Actually, I'm a goddess round ours, thank you very much,
You know, I'm that amazing for sorting out this work experience
with my forensic scientist mate, I'm expecting a day named after me.
"Slapper-day", yeah, "Slapper-day".
Little mini-me, she is. You know, enthusiastic, trusting.
Yeah, it's going all good, you know.
I just got to find a forensic scientist and get mates with him,
and sort out work experience before Sasha finds out there ain't none.
Well, good luck with that.
-All right, Mo.
-All right, Del.
Couldn't walk away if you tried now, could you?
-Leave me alone, will ya?
It's not just your table manners that are lacking, is it?
I am your roots, Joey. This place is your destiny.
There's no escaping the inevitable.
I tell you what, day or two's time,
why don't me and you do a bit of bonding, eh? Nice game of golf.
Play your cards right, I'll introduce you to a little club I know.
Your old dad'll make a Branning out of you yet, son.
-Go on, Jean. Go on, Jean!
A moment on the lips a lifetime on the hips.
That's £16.50 for the sangria.
I ain't got no hips.
Unless it's worms, of course.
Hark at her.
Do I look like I've got worms?
Where have you been?
I've been... Just lie ins, a few beers, long baths.
I've been shopping, Janine. I've been registering our daughter.
I've been putting the bins out.
Answering the phone to you every five minutes.
What's the matter? What's happened?
I can't do this. I can't.
It's important, Michael.
I can't do it. She doesn't even know who I am.
Come here. You been talking to her?
You been singing to her?
-Yes, I've been talking to her.
-All the things they said.
Look at her.
So tiny, so beautiful.
That poor child, just freaking out -
freaking out because you've chosen to call her "Pat".
What, you don't like "Pat"?
No, I don't like "Pat".
I don't like "Pat".
That's lucky... cos "Pat" is not her registered name, OK?
I am saying "if"...
I need a drink. Actually I need to go to the toilet.
Oh, OK, you know what, you can't come, Shirley.
If you were a judge in a competition between me and that nutty bird,
who's in best nick? I mean, Jean ain't gonna win, is she?
-I know it's not a real competition.
And I'm not saying, you know, with our clothes off.
But, do I win or...
..do I win?
You would win. You would... you would win. You win.
But, you see, me, personally, I kinda like girls a bit younger, do you know what I mean?
Would you like a drink? Cos I could get you a drink.
-I can do young.
-I can do carefree.
I can be as wild and as much fun as any bird you'll ever meet.
Cos in here...
I'm 20 years old.
OK, I believe you. I believe you.
I'll prove it.
No, please, please, don't. Please.
Trouble with men is, and I'm not being sexist...
You put more than a couple of them together
and they are like a bunch of kids with whiskers.
Oh no. I couldn't do a hairy man.
Right, ladies and gentlemen, gather round.
If I could have your attention, please. Thank you.
Can you hear me, all right? one two. OK, lovely.
Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to introduce
the Queen Vic Team Captain.
Where is Max?
I don't know. He's disappeared again, ain't he?
Probably buying more cars.
A big round of applause, ladies and gents, for Jack Branning!
Her dad was a sulker. Always got to have one sulker in the house.
Thank you, mate.
Least you get a bit of peace with a sulker.
He's not sulking.
He's not the one who's lost a bracelet, is he?
Why would Max be sulking?
-Since when did they need a reason?
TELEVISION IN BACKGROUND
One minute she's laughing,
the next she's shouting and wearing a frilly thing.
Dad, this ain't grief. This ain't normal.
No. Something's happened.
-Something has happened. And I know what it is.
Dad, it's obvious.
He's phoned her and he's told her what's happened.
Ben! How many times, eh? Ian has long gone. Now, say it.
Us three ain't said nothing.
Us three ain't said anything. And the only evidence...
We dumped that photo frame at the bottom of the canal, right?
Shirley don't know nothing.
Shirley don't know nothing.
Moods, moaning, her changing her mind, you know...
Well, the only good thing about you being...
Well, you know, is that...
well, you won't have to spend the next half of your life
trying to work women out.
This is, this is Shirley being normal, Ben, all right?
It's all about the excitement though, innit?
All them possibilities.
Nothing wrong with a bit of passion in your life, don't hurt, does it?
and waiting for the phone to ring,
I don't think so.
Tell Alice I'll be around, yeah?
No golf. No "bond".
Go on, take a look.
See. This is me walking away.
Heartbreak and hassle.
Next up is Max Branning. Max Branning, where are you?
Tan, do us a favour, sweetheart,
come and get the shirt on his behalf.
You have to take a risk.
I am quite secretly just a straight guy.
You have to live a little.
You have to live your life. You have to make things happen!
Can you handle that, Arthur?
Oh, no, no - no, thank you.
I don't fancy you!
That's not actually unusual.
I've got underwear older than you.
OK. All right.
So, can I - can I get my wallet back, please?
All right, so I can walk you home.
I'll call a cab.
Or I can call Phil.
Hey, listen, why don't you give me back my wallet
and I'll go get us some kebabs, huh?
Why are you suddenly my best friend?
I mean, one night...
Just one lame boring night and we haven't even...
You're not my best friend.
-I don't do kebabs!
I don't do kebabs ever again.
-Why ain't you having a good time?
You know, this - this is a good time.
I'm having a good time!
OK, look why don't we get you back up a little bit, huh?
Sorry about that, Shirley.
I tell you what, I'll call Phil.
Cos I had been thinking "Apple"?
Cos we want her to make an impression, right?
Stand out from the crowd. Pear? Plum?
Banana? Banana Moon?
Banana Butcher, yeah.
I can't believe you registered her name
-without even checking with me first.
-You love it.
Scarlett Patricia Butcher.
Give or take.
Show me the birth certificate.
See, what you need to do is you need to think about it.
Scarlett Moon, Scarlett Butcher -
which one's the movie star, which one's the psychopath?
-Michael, show me the birth certificate.
-Ssh. Look... You'll wake her up.
I'm not a baby! I'm not tired!
I'm trying. You listen to me, young lady.
How can you be my little special helper
if you're going to kick off after like this, eh?
-OK, how about a nice story, yeah?
-Princesses are muppets.
Yeah, all right, OK. Rapunzel. You know, let down your hair.
Any bloke that wants to climb up your hair is a pervert.
I want to help clear up.
Shenice, will you keep it down?
What kind of stupid woman gets stuck up in a tower
with no doors in it anyway?
All right, just - just calm... Shenice!
SHE SINGS: # Stars shining bright above you
# Night breezes seem to whisper I love you
# Birds singing in the sycamore tree
# Dream a little dream of me
# Say nighty night and kiss me
# Just hold me tight and tell me you miss me
# While I'm alone and blue as can be...
# Dream a little dream of me
# Stars fading, but I linger on, dear
# Still craving your kiss
# I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear
# Just saying this... #
I think she's probably in heaven looking down on you
and being a bit concerned.
So, has your headache gone then?
Yeah. Headache's definitely gone.
Are you tired?
Are you tired?
Are you tired?
You tired, you tired, you tired?
No... I'm not tired.
Give me five minutes, yeah?
'And he's ever so good looking,'
Professor Brian Cox.
Have you seen his programmes?
I can't get down.
Well, you should, you know, cos they're ever so good.
I was all set up down there in the park, nice open space,
less light pollution and then I thought...
Well, I thought, "What the heck? No-one'll ever know."
Do you want tea?
But then I've never been worried about heights.
What you need is something to occupy you.
Not a job for money, something you like - a hobby.
Something to think about, that's completely different.
Stop you being a snappy, grumpy,
alcoholic person with possible worms.
Self-medicating, they call it.
You know, the mid-life crisis can be very disconcerting
-if you don't have something to take your mind off...
Knitting is something I quite like. Cooking, obviously.
Sometimes having a good chat with a nice friend does the trick.
If you've got a nice friend.
I'm drunk, I'm not desperate.
You know, you should
grab your life and do something exciting
and frightening and life thingy-ing with it,
for the sake of Heather.
Most probably wait until you're sober though, I would.
Come on, then. Follow me.
My Brian died falling from some scaffolding.
Loss of a loved one is a well-known trigger
for the mid-life crisis, especially for women.
It says so in my magazine.
You can lean on me if you want to.
-You are one nutter that knows nothing.
One step at a time.
I am having a mid-life crisis!
Yes, I think you probably are.
I'm a wife and a mother.
You know how hard I've got to work to be those things.
No, I said no.
And I mean no.
Just walk away.
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Kat's confidence is boosted as she flirts with Derek, Jack, Max, Michael and Ray but she soon finds herself in a compromising situation.
Shirley's erratic behaviour spirals out of control as she finds herself in a dangerous position but which unlikely resident will come to her rescue?
Alice is forced to choose between the two men in her life when Joey pulls out all the stops to hurt Derek during a family lunch while a furious Lola hunts down Jay convinced he tipped off the police about the vandalism at the car lot.