Episode 1 The Syndicate

'Your dad and Helen are out there searching the drains.

'What can I do?'

You definitely bought it? Because if you didn't, I need to know.

I definitely, definitely bought it.

I thought I put it in my purse!

-So why isn't it there now, Becky?

-I don't know, Mum,

if I knew, I wouldn't be looking for it, would I?

TELEPHONE RINGS

That'll be them again.

I'm not getting it this time, they're stressing me out.

I don't know why you had to tell them.

Yeah?

Anything, sweetheart?

'Not a sausage.'

-I'm sure it'll turn up, though.

-'Well, I hope so,'

cos we're talking a lot of money.

Does she remember where she left it?

No, we've been through this, she don't remember.

-Who is it?

-Rose.

Hey, do you know you've got a packet of Diazilum in your locker?

What are you doing in my locker? I said Becky's locker!

It's not in my locker, Mam!

How many times do I have to tell you?

I bought the ticket from the hospital shop on my way home!

How did you get into my locker? Where did you get the key?

'Don't get yer knickers in a twist.'

You've got the same key as me and I thought I'd just...

Have you been down to the shop?

'Twice, she's not open yet.'

You're not mad with me, are you, Mandy?

'Mandy...?'

Listen, love, I need you to be straight with me.

Did you use the lottery money to go out with?

No way! I wouldn't do that!

Honestly, Mam!

Sorry, love, I had to ask.

If you don't believe me, you can check with Fat Frieda at the shop.

I don't need to, if you say you bought it, then you bought it.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello.

I got a missed call from you.

-Have they found it yet?

-No.

Oh! I won't book my holiday to Thailand just yet, then.

-No, you'd better not.

-She's dippy, is that lass.

-'I know!'

-How can you lose a lottery ticket?

Exactly, that's what I said.

'Mind you, I'm one to talk...'

Did I tell you I lost a stiff yesterday?

-No!

-HE CHUCKLES

Yeah. I were taking Bernard down to the morgue,

cos they were a porter down,

and I stopped off at the canteen

-'for a sarnie cos I hadn't had any lunch.'

-Yeah.

Anyway, when I came out, I must've walked straight past him.

I got in the lift and went up to Ward 57.

Oh, don't, my pelvic floor's gone!

'You'll have to stop it'

with that wacky backie, Alan, it's sending you doolally!

HE LAUGHS

Honest to God, I nearly had a cardiac when I remembered.

'Yeah, I ran back down three floors

'and thank the Lord, the trolley was still there outside the canteen...'

Oh! Got to go, I'll call you back.

Rose?

Morning, Rose.

Morning, Matron, Dr Samuels.

-How's the knees?

-Oh, still doing the exercises you gave me

-and trying to lose a bit of weight.

-Good. Good.

You might want to try a bit harder.

The lighter you are, the happier your knees are.

Yes, thank you, Matron.

I tell you what, I'll try cutting my head off,

then I'll be a bit lighter!

Ow!

Oh, God!

So I've been thinking, even if Becky doesn't find the ticket,

someone must have a record of it.

I mean, where did she buy it from?

Hospital shop, I think.

Look, I've got to go, Alan, I've got people coming round...

But after they've gone, we could all meet up.

Tom! They're here!

Check the numbers online. See how much we get for five.

-It might be a couple of hundred, or a couple of thousand.

-Tom.

But don't get your hopes up, cos she hasn't found the ticket yet.

Will you get off the phone? This is important!

DOORBELL RINGS

-I've got to go, they're here.

-Hiya, I'm Natalie.

-Isabelle Buckland.

I'll ring you as soon as they've gone and we'll...

-Philip Anderson.

-Tom!

-I don't know, about half an hour, or less.

He's a nurse up at St Anthony's.

-It's one of his colleagues ringing him about a patient.

-Right.

Sorry about that, missing lottery ticket.

Right, I'm all yours.

What's up? What have I said?

We've done all three grates on the street, we've found socks,

a 'lecky bill, fag ends...

-A purse, with nothing in it.

-You name it, we've found it.

-I stink.

-But no lottery ticket!

Are you sure you kept my numbers?

I don't know, Helen! I didn't change anything!

-Just remember what you did with it!

-What about the Lucky Diamonds?

-Nobody loses a lottery ticket!

-Where did you go after you bought it?

I don't know! I've never done it before.

I wish everybody'd stop asking me questions!

Cos it's important, Becky!

It's either £150,000 for five numbers, or it could be millions,

if we've got the Lucky Diamonds as well.

Or nowt, if you can't find the bleedin' thing!

It's no good keep going on at her, Steve.

Well, she's hopeless, her head's full of crap!

Thanks, Dad.

We should let the others know we can't find it,

-we've looked everywhere.

-Why?

-Cos they've a right to know.

To make me feel even worse than I already do.

You're not even part of the syndicate any more,

-I don't know why you're so bothered.

-Becky!

I started this syndicate and I paid in for the best part of five years,

that's four-and-a-half years longer than you, my love.

You left the syndicate, I took your place and your numbers.

Everybody knows that, so get over yourself!

-All right, let's just all calm down.

-Hey,

-who do you think you're talking to?

-I can't stand this! I'm tired.

All I remember is giving Fat Frieda the fast pass,

with the numbers on it...

and she did everything else.

Oh! I wish to God I never said I'd do it now.

# All or nothing... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

# All or nothing... I kept on singin' to myself

# All or nothing... Yeah, for me. Yeah. #

Don't tell me you're still here!

We're short-staffed, but this is my last job, then I'm off home.

Good for you. Get your feet up in front of the telly, eh?

No, we're going for a drink and a game of bingo tonight.

We won £500 last Christmas,

it paid for the turkey, the booze, and our Reah's present.

-How are you feeling today, lovely?

-All the better for seeing you.

I bet you say that to all the nurses.

No, only the one with the beautiful smile and the twinkly eyes.

Bed's ready. Do you want me to buzz 'em?

No, I think Alan's already on his way up with him.

Shame about Bernard. Lovely sweets, though. Do you want one?

No, thanks.

I'm never going to lose weight if patients keep pegging out

and leaving sweeties in the locker.

Oh! Lottery money.

-There you go.

-Thanks, love.

-You've got a syndicate going, have you?

-Yeah, there's five of us do the Euro Lottery.

We've been doing it nearly five years, but we haven't won a sausage.

There you go, love, something to help you sleep tonight.

I can think of better things.

Cheeky!

Now, if I wasn't a married woman...

He's a lucky man, your hubby.

Try telling him that.

He says nobody else'd put up with me.

-Why, what do you do?

-I don't know. Breathe!

You're first up in the morning,

so your op will be over and done with by the time I come on shift.

Becky! Will you countersign my drugs form, please, love?

And then can you go to the shop and get me the lottery ticket?

Cos I've got to get your dad's tea and I'm going to the bingo tonight.

You can't go out tonight, you said you'd look after our Reah.

I asked you last week, you said I could go out, don't you remember?

Oh, I'm sorry, love, I forgot.

You'll just have to ask your dad if he'll do it.

I'm not asking him, he'll only start.

Well, I'll ask him, but will you go and get me the lottery ticket?

Oh, but Frieda always keeps me talking.

She's the same with me, and I promised I'd lend her

that Cher workout DVD that you've given to Karen.

I don't know why you always have to get the ticket.

SHE SIGHS

Did they find a bed for the road accident?

I hope so, he's on his way up from A&E.

-Have you got your lottery money, love?

-Yeah.

Everything all right?

Yeah, fine.

What are you on tomorrow?

Got the morning off, we've got the adoption people coming round.

Oh, big day for you, then!

Yeah, got to be on my best behaviour.

I'll keep my fingers crossed for you, love.

-I hope it goes better than the IVF.

-It will do, love.

-Ta-ra.

-Ta-ra.

WHISTLING

Oh, road accident from A&E. Where do you want him?

-Name?

-Alan Walters, undervalued and underpaid.

I mean the patient's name, Alan, not "road accident from A&E".

Bernard passed away, bless him, so bed four's free.

Yeah, I know, I took him down to...

-Oh, shit!

-What?

Hey, I want your lottery money, it's two weeks!

SHE SIGHS

Hello, love.

How are you feeling?

Not so good, eh?

Reah, your grandad's here!

Come here, princess. Have you been a good girl, eh?

I'm sorry about this, could we have the fees in by next Friday?

Yeah, right.

I blame it all on the dieting.

I was nine-and-a-half stone when I started.

I mean, what possesses someone who's nine-and-a-half stone

to go on a diet? But I thought I was fat.

Honest to God, I know it sounds mad, but I did.

And now I am fat, I realise I was stick thin.

Donna, you need more magazines than that for Women's Medical.

Go on, get a move on.

You see, the problem with me is, there isn't one calorie

that I don't absolutely and completely and utterly love.

£10, please, sweetheart.

Here you are.

There you go.

Donna, will you put these out, please?

Don't look at me like that!

Don't forget to sign the back. And when you see your mam, right,

will you remind her about that Cher workout DVD?

-Yeah, I will.

-Because I think I'm going to have to up my physicality,

there's nowt else left to do.

-It's either that or get a gastric band.

-Oh, don't do that.

Dr Stewart comes in here on a morning sometimes for his paper

and I asked him about having a band fitted,

but he says you can't get them fitted on the National Health

unless you're morbidly obese.

-Really?

-Well, I was thinking that I might have to eat my way up,

because I only need a couple more points on my BMI,

but I was worried that I might have an heart attack.

-Is there anything else I can do for you, sweetheart?

-No, thanks.

-Are you sure, darling?

-Yes.

-Now, don't forget to remind your mam

about that Cher DVD, will you?

-I won't.

-You'll be saving my life! I'll see you later.

-Bye!

-£3.50, please, love.

And when you've finished that, we'll get the bun cases.

I'm starving, love, when's it ready?

I've only got one pair of hands.

Look at the bloody state of this place!

All right, give us a chance, I've just put your chips in.

Do you want me to make you a sandwich to put you on a bit?

I don't want a bloody sandwich! I could've gone to the pub for my tea if I hadn't had to pick Reah up.

But she loves it when her grandad picks her up from after-school club, don't you, darling?

My little princess, aren't you?

Oh, she's late with the fees again,

they gave me a reminder, it's on there.

-Don't ask me to pick her up again till it's paid, it's embarrassing.

-She'll have forgot, that's all.

Have you had a good day, love?

Usual. How long is it going to be?

Ten minutes.

You could always start peeling the potatoes, if you get in before me.

I don't want to start peeling bleedin' 'tatoes after working all day!

Well, I've been working too, Steve.

So you've been lugging boilers up three flights of steps, have you,

-and been up to your elbows in shit all day?

-No, just blood and urine.

-What?

-Nothing.

Do you want another beer? There's a cold one in the fridge.

Yeah, go on, then.

I'll bring it through to you. You go and watch the telly, love.

Is Grandad in a bad mood?

No, just his usual grumpy self, darling.

Now...

Do you want chocolate buns, or currant buns?

Chocolate.

How did I know you were going to say that?

And do you want white icing sugar,

or butter cream and sprinkles on top?

Butter cream and sprinkles.

Mummy!

Hello, gorgeous, have you been a good girl?

She's done you a lovely picture. Show Mummy what you did at after-school club.

SHE SIGHS

You're late with her fees again, they gave your father a reminder

and it's turned his brain.

It's £148, and I can't pay 'em till the end of the month,

so they're just going to have to wait.

If you can afford to go out, you can afford to pay her fees.

It's '80s night at the union bar, it's only a pound a pint.

It's still money, love, and you'll need a cab fare back home.

We'll walk.

I swear to God, Mum, I won't spend more than a fiver.

I'll give you a cheque for her fees, but you'll have to pay me back.

-I will.

-And don't tell your dad.

Have you asked him if he'll babysit?

Not yet, I will, after he's had his beer.

-Is he going to kick off?

-I shouldn't think so.

Look, Mummy!

Wow! That's fantastic.

-Well done, Princess.

-Isn't it lovely?

Is that me? Oh, I love it!

There you go, love.

Your tea shouldn't be long now.

Reah's making you some buns for after, bless her.

So where were you working today?

Same as yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.

Gelderd Road?

I thought that would be finished by now.

Don't YOU start! We're going as fast as we can.

I didn't mean that.

I meant it must be boring for you,

working on the same site all the time.

Other people work in the same place year in, year out.

Yeah, I suppose they do.

You put your feet up, drink your beer. I'll go and see how your chips are doing.

Get in your bed.

Right. Winnie the Pooh or Sleeping Beauty?

Sleeping Beauty.

Sleeping Beauty... Good choice.

Love you.

TELEVISION: 'Researchers say the ice fields on Africa's highest mountain...'

Steve, love...

-Steve!

-What?

You've not finished your tea and it's your favourite,

steak and kidney. Don't you like it?

Yeah... No, I must've just dropped off.

Do you want me to pop it in the microwave for a couple of minutes?

Yeah, go on.

You remember it's my bingo night, don't you?

Is it?

Yeah. We won't be back late.

Our Becky thought she might meet a friend,

so we wondered if you'd mind babysitting, just till I get back?

Our Reah's had her bath, she'll be asleep in five minutes.

Is that all right?

Yeah, whatever...

HE YAWNS

I just feel knackered.

What you doing?

I just need a couple of quid for my bus fare.

I've already paid your lottery.

I can't keep forking out, Becky.

You've got to learn to manage your money better.

Why don't you put it in envelopes, like I do?

Then you'd know how much you've got to spend.

Did he say he'd look after her?

Well, he didn't say he wouldn't.

That's for your drinks.

And that's towards your cab fare home.

I don't want you walking through the streets at that time of night.

I love you!

I hope you win at bingo.

MUSIC: "Karma Chameleon" by Boy George.

There you go, guys. Thank you. Who's next?

-Two pints of lager and lime, please.

-A pint of...

-Sorry, I was definitely here first.

-You go.

-Can I have...?

-There you go, guys.

I don't believe this, I've been stood here ages!

It took my friend 20 minutes to get served...

-Two pints of lager and lime and a pint of beer, mate.

-Coming up.

Cheers.

So who have you come as?

Bananarama, Kylie, take your pick!

Kylie.

How come you're not dressed up?

Don't do fancy dress.

So are you a student?

No, I'm a trainee nurse at St Anthony's.

Right. Who are you here with?

My mate Tamsin, she's doing media studies,

she's just finished her exams.

What are you studying?

I'm not a student either.

I'm a rugby player for Bradford Bulls.

You're lying!

Just signed up for the academy.

That's mental.

Cheers, mate.

For the drinks.

-You're all right, these are on me.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah.

You must be loaded!

No, but I can afford a round.

Thanks... What's your name?

Luke.

I'll get you one next time.

I've got to go after this, I'm training in the morning.

Oh, that's a shame.

I don't know where my friend is,

she were stood over there a minute ago.

I'll ring her.

Shit, my battery's dead. Have you got a phone?

No, I've left mine in my car.

Where's she gone?!

Cheers.

I just needed 76 for ages, then when 77 came up,

I thought that were it, I nearly shouted.

And her with the pink hair and pockmarks won All Or Nothing again, what's that about?!

Maybe we should try sitting somewhere else next time.

Yeah, I think them seats are jinxed.

Never mind, we might win the lottery.

Yeah! Right, are we off for a curry?

I can't. Steve's babysitting

and he'll have a face on if I'm back late.

I've had my tea, I'm skint, and I've got my ironing to do.

Bloody hell! Who needs winter, when you two are around?!

-Night. See you tomorrow.

-Night!

-Night!

-Night!

So what does a trainee nurse do?

-It's just a posh name for a general dogsbody.

-Right.

I got six GCSEs and I started doing my A-levels,

but they weren't for me. My mum's

a proper nurse though,

and she worked her way up,

so that's what I'm going to do.

You've got to do your exams

and your core skills first,

but it's a bit difficult

cos I've got a little girl to look after as well.

You've got a daughter?

Yeah, our Reah, she's five.

I had her when I were 17...

and I'd never been with a lad,

not proper.

I went on holiday with my mate to Ibiza.

I told my mam and dad I were going with her family.

Anyway, second night there,

I ended up with this proper fit dancer,

I didn't even know his name.

I'm not proud of it.

I thought about an abortion,

but my mam talked me out of it.

And do you know what? I'm so glad she did,

cos our Reah's the best thing

that ever happened to me

and I love her to bits.

Have you got a boyfriend now?

Um...

No...

Not really.

I went out with a lad from work

who had a dicky liver.

We used to kiss in the sluice room.

SHE GIGGLES

He had lovely lips.

He said he were going to adopt our Reah

and that we'd live together...

..when he got better.

And, er, they sent him home...

..and he died two months later.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I don't know why I'm telling you this,

I hardly know you.

I must be a bit pissed.

Where did you disappear to?!

I bumped into Lee and we went outside for a smoke.

You could've told me!

I tried, but your phone's going straight to voicemail,

that's why I came looking for you.

-There's a load of us going back to their house for an end-of-exams party.

-Can he come?

-Of course, the more the merrier.

-No, it's all right, I've got to go.

Oh, come on, it'll be a right laugh!

I'm training at seven in the morning. I'll ring you.

-How are you going to do that, if you don't have my number?

-What is it?

077...00...900...726.

-You're never going to remember that!

-I will.

-Come on, are we going? They're waiting outside.

-You won't.

Come on, let's go.

You'd better ring me.

I will.

Ta-ra, then.

Ta-ra, then!

DOOR CLOSES

TELEVISION: 'But no-one has matched the five winning numbers

'and the two Lucky Diamonds...'

HE SNORES

'..which means the jackpot is yet to be won.

'So have your tickets ready.

'as we find out what the numbers are tonight...'

TELEPHONE RINGS

What the...? Mandy! Mandy!

-It's all right, I'm here.

-Who the bloody hell's ringing

at this time of night?!

I don't know, love, it'll be our Becky

letting us know she's on her way home.

Where is she?

I told you, she just popped out for a drink with her friend.

You're late back.

I've been back ages, you were sparko, I didn't want to wake you.

Right.

I'm off up.

Careful!

I'll be up in a minute. I've put the blanket on.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

DOORBELL RINGS

KNOCKING ON DOOR

DOORBELL RINGS

We've won the lottery.

What?

If you kept my numbers, we've definitely won summat,

cos all five came up.

8 Lowman Street, 17 Melton End Lane,

19 Nunhead Road, Flat 5 Peveril Lane, and 29 Pleasance Drive.

-Slow down, will you?

-Them's my numbers, all the places I've lived,

and them's the numbers that came up. Did you keep my numbers?

-I've not changed anything.

-Well, we've definitely won, then.

We've won the lottery! We've won the bloody lottery!

THEY SCREAM

Check the numbers, go on! Where's the ticket?

I don't know, Becky got it for me cos I were running late at work.

-Where is she?

-Out. I'll ring her.

If it's 150,000 divided by six,

it's 25,000 each, and that's without the Lucky Diamonds.

-If we've got one of them, it could be over a million.

-What's all the noise?

Helen thinks we've won the lottery.

Euro Lottery, my numbers came up.

-You're jokin'! How much?

-At least thirty grand each.

-It's usually more than that.

-We might've won more, we won't know till we check the ticket.

-She's not answering.

-We'll have to find her.

-Who, who?

-Your Becky bought the ticket.

-She went out to meet her friend,

-she won't be long.

-Where's she gone?

-I think she said uni bar,

-I wasn't listening properly.

-Check her things!

-Bags and coat.

-Helen that's her bag.

Go through her bag there, the front pockets maybe of her bag.

-Book...

-It's full of rubbish.

-She's still not bloody answering.

-Oh!

-Did you find it?

-No. Rubbish!

-Come on, let's check her room. Check her room!

Did she get changed to go out?

Yeah, it were an '80s night, so she got dressed up.

What's she got johnnies in her room for?

I told her to, that's why.

-Yeah, well, you would, wouldn't you?

-What do you want her to do, get pregnant again?

I want her to keep her legs shut! What kind of mother are you?

-What's that?

-Nothing.

I bet she'll have it on her, it'll be in her purse.

-We should drive to the university, see if we can find her.

-Good idea.

-You can't drive.

-Why not? I've only had a few beers, ages ago.

-What if you get stopped?

-We can't wait here all night.

-I'll drive.

-What about our Reah?

You wait here. If she calls or turns up, give us a phone. Come on.

DOG BARKS

HORN BLARES

Oh, my God!

Tosser!

'Hi, this is Becky Atkinson, leave a message.'

Becky, love, it's Mum. Can you ring me as soon as you get this message?

MUSIC BLARES

MUSIC: "Take On Me" by A-ha

By the time I've paid my mam back, paid after-school fees,

my board money, loan, store cards, and put credit on my phone,

I'm nearly 50 quid in debt every month,

and it's only going to get worse.

Hog's Head are looking for a new barmaid.

I can't. The different shifts...and college.

-Do you know Becky, Becky Atkinson?

-No.

-You've not seen her?

-No, sorry.

-Have you seen Becky Atkinson?

-No.

-None of you?

-No.

Lisa on my course does them chat lines, cos she's got a kid,

so she can do it from home.

I'm not doing that! I wouldn't know what to say.

They train you. You get, like, a script.

-I'll get her to call you, she'll tell you all about it.

-No.

-It's well paid.

-It's all right, it burns the back of my throat.

Mam...

Mam, what you doing on the settee? Go to bed.

-I've been trying to ring you.

-My battery's died.

What time is it?

-Where've you been? Your dad and Helen are out looking for you.

-What for?

-We think we've won something on the Euro Lottery.

-What? How much?

-Have you got the ticket?

-Yeah.

-Oh, God, that's fantastic!

-Where is it?

Erm... Er...

I don't know, er, in my coat pocket or in my work bag.

-How did you find out?

-Helen saw it on the telly.

We've been through all that when we couldn't get hold of you. Look in your little bag!

It's not here

Where's it gone?

Hey, wouldn't it be amazing if we have won?

First thing I'd do is buy a new pair of knees,

then I'd give my kids a couple of grand each.

-Well, that'll be yours gone.

-I'd be able to go dancing again!

And then if I'd got anything over, I'd book a cruise and take all the family.

I'd better stop thinking like this, in case she don't find the ticket.

It's bound to turn up somewhere. They'll have records of it.

Everything's computerised these days.

Oh, she's still shut.

Oh, heck! What I don't get is, how come they're Helen's numbers?

We were all there when she threw a grand wobbler and quit the syndicate.

Isn't she open yet?

I've been down three times, she's normally open by now.

I've been online and got the numbers. Those are the five winners,

those are the two Lucky Diamonds,

and there's definitely a UK winner.

And Mandy didn't change 'em to Becky's numbers?

I don't think so. Mind you, I don't know anything.

All I do is give her my two quid every week.

Hiya! Do you know what time the shop opens?

-No. Sorry.

-Rose!

-I'm in there.

She's new, works on Children's, fit as a butcher's dog.

-What happened to Caroline?

-Ah, she dumped me.

Mind, if I've won the lottery, she'll be begging me to take her back

and it'll give me no greater pleasure than telling her where to shove her 32 DDs.

I think I'd better get back up there. I've left Archie sat on the toilet with a car magazine!

I can't stay long, I'm already in Natalie's bad books - I ballsed up the adoption interview.

-Oh, heck!

-I've got my meeting at half eleven.

Do you still have to go to that?

Yeah. More than seven years on the wagon now. Oh, here they are.

-Looks like they're smiling!

-Hiya.

-Before you ask, we haven't got the ticket.

-You're joking?!

-Alan said it don't matter, cos Frieda'll have a record of everything.

I'm sorry about this.

Listen, love, don't worry about it.

These things happen.

Our Sean loses his house keys at least once a month

and our Bethany never knows where she's put her dance stuff,

but we always find it in the end.

I'm here! Oh, I've got a queue.

I hope you haven't been waiting long,

I had to go for my blood pressure taking...

I can't find my lottery ticket, Frieda, did I leave it on the counter?

-Hiya, love, have you got that Cher DVD for me?

-Frieda!

-No, I've looked all over...

-Have you found a lottery ticket, lovie?

-It's important.

-I haven't found anything.

-Oh, my God!

-But do you remember selling our Becky a Euro Lottery ticket last night?

-Of course I do!

-See!

-She left her fast pass behind.

-That'll have the numbers on it!

-What a relief!

-There you go, sweetheart.

-Thanks, you're a life-saver, Frieda!

-I definitely didn't leave my lottery ticket, though?

-Definitely.

I gave it you in your hand, don't you remember?

Here you are. Top line, look.

-Friggin' hell fire!

-What's the matter?

-Alan?

-What is it?

We've got both Lucky Diamonds!

-We're bloody stinkin' rich!

-We won the bloody lot!

SCREAMING AND CHEERING

That'll have sent my blood pressure soaring!

-How much?

-We've won 72 million!

-72 million!

-We've won the lot!

CHEERING AND SHOUTING

£72 million! Look!

THEY SCREAM

-Oh, Becky!

-Becky, love! What's the matter?

Get some water.

She's only had a couple of hours' sleep.

- When did she last eat? - I don't know.

Becky, can you hear me, love? Becky!

-Shall I call an ambulance?

-What for? We're here.

- Slow pulse. - Becky, can you hear me, love?

She's coming round.

It's all right, love, you just lie there a minute.

You've fainted, that's all.

I'm sorry... Everything just went a bit weird and...

You're just tired and a bit over-excited.

-Give her a drink of water.

-Thanks, love.

- Just sip it, love. - Have you got a cereal bar?

I don't want anything, I'm all right.

-Are you sure you're all right, love?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

-Right, we'd better ring the lottery people.

-Do we know the number?

-It's on the back of the ticket.

-We haven't got the ticket.

Well, you haven't won so much as a fart then, not till you've found it.

But we've got proof of the numbers now.

Doesn't make any difference, sweetheart, them's the rules.

I don't make 'em up! I have to put your ticket in that machine over there

and it tells me if you've won or not, and that's all there is to it.

Did you sign the back?

-No.

-Right, well, if you have won something,

whoever finds the ticket, the money's theirs.

No! That can't be true.

But that's not fair!

I'm afraid them's the rules.

Right, well, what we've got to do is...

find the bloody ticket!

-It's millions and millions of pounds.

-72.

What can I do? I've looked everywhere I can think of.

Where did you go after you left the university?

I just went to an house party, but I didn't even go in my bag.

I never even bought a drink at the bar, cos this lad...

-Oh, my God... Oh, my God!

-What? What is it?

-What?

-Oh, my God.

-What?

-I gave him my number, on a bit of paper.

-What's his name?

It were... I don't remember. Er...

ALL: Think!

I think it was Lee, or Liam, or something like that.

I think it began with an L.

-What was he wearing?

-What did he look like?

-Was he young?

I don't know... Yeah. He had blue eyes.

It was an Eighties night, but he wasn't dressed up,

he had a T-shirt on and...

Oh, that's right - he said he was a rugby player.

That should be easy enough. Who did he play for, Rhinos?

No, Bradford Bulls, he said he'd just started playing for the academy.

And you wrote your number

-on the back of the lottery ticket?

-I don't know. Maybe.

I could've done. I just wrote it on the back of something,

I thought it was a receipt, but it was dark, it might not have been a receipt.

Cos you weren't wearing your glasses.

I'm not going to wear my glasses on a night out, am I, Mam?

Anyway, if I charge my phone and put some credit on it,

-I can see if he's rung me.

-ALL: Yeah.

-Oh, my God!

-Well, we'll do that, then.

Wait, you need your coat...

Wait for me!

CAR HORN BLARES

MOBILE BEEPS

-Your phone's been dinging with messages.

-It'll be him.

-Come on, Mam.

-Come on!

I hope to God we have won,

cos if Archie's still sat on the toilet, I'm on a disciplinary.

You shouldn't worry. I'm late for my meeting and I missed last week's.

My sponsor will be knocking my door down.

-There you go.

-Ta.

What about him over there? He looks official.

Hiya, I wonder if you could help me? I'm looking for one of your players.

-He's called Louis, or Lewis.

-Lee. Lee.

-Summat like that.

-He's fit, he's got short hair and...

-We don't have a Louis or Lewis, love, not playing for the Bulls.

But I was with him last night,

he was wearing a Bradford Bulls T-shirt.

Anyone can wear a T-shirt, love, we sell 'em downstairs.

Have you got a player with a name like that?

-He said he was in the academy.

-Now, then, what are YOU doing here?

Hiya, mate, we're just looking for someone.

-It could be Luke. What about Luke?

-Yeah.

-There's a Luke Gale, 2012 transfer from Harlequins.

-Yeah, that's him!

-How can we contact him?

-Do you have a number or an address?

-I couldn't give you that,

-more than my job's worth.

-I gave him my number last night.

He'll call you, if he wants to talk to you.

I don't think you understand - I need to talk to him.

Yeah, that's what they all say.

Hang on, mate, she's not trying to get off with him, Col,

-she thinks she might have given him something.

-Like what?

-Not like herpes or chlamydia.

-Becky!

-Something really, really important.

-By mistake, and she needs it back.

-Now.

-Yeah.

I'll tell you what, I'll put a call out for him and if he wants to see you, he'll come through.

-Thank you!

-Cheers.

-What's your name?

-Becky.

If you tell him that he met me last night in the uni bar.

-He's a mate of mine.

-Oh.

-You've just got to play it really cool,

cos technically, if he's got the ticket, he's the winner.

Yes, all right, Tom, I get it. I'm not stupid.

What?!

MOBILE RINGTONE: "You're The One That I Want"

Hiya, love...

Yeah, all right!

I haven't had chance yet...

-Are you feeling a bit better, love?

-Yeah, I will when I get that ticket.

..I'll ring 'em. I'm sorry. I'm so...

- We're trying to find a lad with the ticket... - He's here.

It's not him. Oh, my God, it's not him!

Sorry, love, he says he's never seen you before in his life.

Yeah, cos it's not him.

-There must be somebody else!

-That's the best I can do, love.

-There must be.

He definitely said he played for the Bulls.

Then you've definitely been fed some bull shit.

Come on... Come on, sit down, have a breather. We'll find him.

..Natalie?

-See you later, Alan, yeah?

-Yeah, yeah, definitely.

Let's have something to eat, I think your blood sugar's a bit low.

I might as well get them. >

Looks like Natalie's gone to her sister's to moan about me.

Can you get us a double espresso, two sugars?

Did you check your phone, love?

That's new, I don't know who that is.

That's Helen, she rang you a couple of times.

I've got a voicemail.

When we do find the ticket, what are we going to do about Helen?

-What about her?

-I don't think she should get anything.

-Me neither.

-But that's awful.

-Why? It was her choice to leave and then she dumped all the responsibility on you.

Who is it?

It's just me mam again.

-Sorry.

-How can she think she's going to get some of the money?

When she hasn't paid a penny piece for the last four-and-a-half months.

And just because we didn't change the numbers,

it doesn't mean she's entitled to a monkey's left bollock!

-Who picked the Lucky Diamonds?

-Me.

Well, there you go.

It were our Becky and Reah's birthdays, 4th and 11th.

I used the same numbers for all five of 'em.

Becky! Do you want a flapjack?

No. I don't want anything, just some crisps...

Oh, my God, it's him from last night!

-Where's she going?

-She says it's him.

Hiya.

Oh, hiya.

How much is that? >

-7.50, please.

-You didn't ring me.

Yeah. I've been a bit busy.

..Milk and sugar are at the end.

-This is...

-Luke.

Luke, that's it! I knew it was Luke.

Nice to meet you, mate!

I got you a tea and a flapjack. I'll let you two have a chat.

Is that your boyfriend?

What? No!

I told you I don't have a boyfriend. That's Tom.

The tubby one's Alan, the blonde one is Rose, and the other one's me mam.

-We all work together at St Anthony's.

-Right.

-Can we talk?

-Well, it's a bit difficult,

cos I'm supposed to be working.

Don't worry, I'm not stalking you.

It's just... I really thought you'd ring me,

and I wrote my number on a bit of paper.

Yeah. I remember.

And you seem like a really nice guy.

I were going to ring you,

but I knew your battery had died and...

I lost your number.

You lost my number? Are you joking?

How could you do that?!

I'm sorry.

You've lost my number?!

Is that the truth, or did you just chuck it in a bin somewhere?

-What does it matter?

-It matters, trust me!

-Where were you when you lost it?

-I don't know.

But it's definitely gone?

Yeah.

You're lying.

I'm not.

It's really, really important that you tell me the truth.

I mean, you lied about being a rugby player, so you could be lying about this...

All right, all right, I've got it.

There you go.

I love you.

CHEERING

She'd only gone and written her number on the back of the lottery ticket.

I mean, if the lad had have opened up the piece of paper

and seen what were on it, he'd have been worth a fortune.

She's here, Mam!

Congratulations, love.

Thanks. Glad your op went well, you're looking a much better colour.

I'd better go.

-Well, thanks for everything. I don't suppose I'll be seeing you again now.

-Why, where are you going?

Not me, you.

-You're not going to be working here, are you, now you're a multi-millionaire?

-Stop it!

What else am I going to do?

Mope around at home, with Happy Harry ranting at me day and night? I don't think so.

Anyway, I love my job.

Well, it couldn't have happened to a nicer person.

Aww, what a lovely thing to say. I keep thinking, "Why me?"

Why not you?

Yeah, I suppose you're right.

You have a rest.

I'll see you later.

I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and it's all been a dream.

Yeah, me too!

I was like that at first, it takes a bit to sink in.

Cos your brain's all over the place.

-But you've definitely won, cos your numbers match up.

-Yes!

So, how much did you win, then?

£18,144,732 - between five of us.

Sorry I'm late, I just wanted to see a patient who'd been down for an operation.

- You must be Mandy. - For me sins.

I'm Denise. There's your passport back, Mandy.

I'm sure I remember reading about your syndicate in the paper.

Didn't you work in a supermarket?

-Right Buy U, in Leeds.

-That's it.

-So how come you're doing this?

Well, I went to this do that Mercury Millions have every year

for past winners, you'll all be invited to the next one.

Anyway, I got talking to someone high up and he said

he thought I'd be great at telling other winners what to expect.

Yeah, cos you've been through it.

Exactly.

So, then, the week after the party, I got a letter asking me

if I wanted to be an advisor.

I nearly fell over!

And then Rodney, that is...

That is my fiance. I've still not got used to calling him that,

and we've been engaged for seven months now.

Congratulations, love.

Thank you.

Anyway, Rodney said, "Why not?" And who better to advise other

winners than me? I only do two days a week at the dogs' home

and cos it's voluntary, I get to choose when I go in.

So this is only the second time I've done it.

The first time were really easy,

cos it was a married couple from Tingley and they'd only won £137,000

and they just wanted to pay off their mortgage, so...

Anyway, the main thing that we should all be discussing today

is whether or not you want to go public.

-Yeah. Definitely.

-Definitely.

-Why wouldn't we?

-We've got nothing to hide, so why not?

Well, as long as you're all sure, because sometimes,

it can backfire a bit, like it did on my friend last year.

The ex-wives will come crawling out of the woodwork, but I'll just tell 'em where to shove it!

Yeah, all 24 of them!

Thanks for letting me know you'd found the ticket(!)

We've been going through the bins at the university for the past three hours.

I left a message on your answerphone ages ago.

And why didn't someone let me know we were all meeting up?

I'm sorry... I must've got mixed up.

I didn't realise there was a sixth member.

-There isn't.

-She's not in the syndicate.

-She left.

There's only five of us.

They were my numbers that won, and I've paid into this syndicate

for nearly five years, haven't I, Mandy?

Yes, but you did say that you didn't...

It don't matter what I said, I paid in all them years

and they were my numbers.

Yeah, but they were me mam's Lucky Diamond numbers and that's what wins the big money!

Oh, my giddy aunt! This didn't come up in my training. Right...

I'm going to ring my supervisor and find out what I'm supposed to do now.

CHAMPAGNE CORK POPS

Here we go! >

So we don't mention Helen, unless they bring it up, right?

That's right, they may have got wind of it or not, we don't really know,

but as far as you're concerned,

you always thought there were only ever five members in the syndicate.

-That's the truth.

-And we stick to that.

There was always five of us in the syndicate.

Then when Helen quit, there was a spare place, so Becky asked if she could take it.

That's all you have to say. And remember, I'm here,

so I can always jump in and move things on.

It shouldn't take long.

They just want a couple of comments from each of you

and some photographs, and it should all be over and done with in half an hour.

Right, has everybody got some champagne?

Alan, you need a little top-up.

So, Mandy and Becky, as you are the official winner

and the organiser of the syndicate, would you mind holding the cheque

with one hand and raising your glasses with the other?

-That's fine.

-Yeah!

-Great. OK.

Right, well, we'd better get a move on,

cos Look North'll be starting soon.

-OK, is everybody ready?

-Yeah!

I think you'll find champagne is banned on the wards,

we have a strict no-alcohol policy.

It's just for the press call.

We're a health-promoting organisation, so if I could take your glasses,

and you can pour the rest of that bottle down the sink, before Matron sees it... Thank you.

Who the hell do you think you are?!

The only sober, fully-trained nurse

fit to look after the sick patients on this ward, that's who!

And shame on you, Alan Walters, swigging back champagne

when you're an alcoholic.

All those people who put in time and effort on your behalf.

It's none of your business what I do, you interfering cow!

Alan!

-Alan, I'm so sorry, I didn't know.

-It's all right.

I'm fine.

I tell you what, if I can't cope with a glass of champagne, then God help us!

You stupid man!

Psst!

Right, we've got permission for half an hour, so if you can all

put some of that stuff over there on the hands, and be careful with your equipment,

cos they've just had the ward done up!

-Hello, Christa.

-Hello.

-I really love your programme.

-Thank you.

Excuse me. Sorry, sorry.

-Excuse me.

-This way, Alan.

Just a minute. Just a minute.

Is it true you lost the ticket?

-Yeah, that was my fault.

-What's your name, love?

Rebecca Atkinson, but people call me Becky.

How come you lost your ticket, Becky?

I wrote my mobile number on the back of it and gave it to this lad, but I didn't realise that...

OK. We're going live in five. Everybody ready?

Shh! We're going to be on telly.

'And now we go over live to St Anthony's in Bradford,

'where Christa is talking to this week's lucky Euro Lottery winners.

'You must've really freaked out, Becky, when you realised

'you'd given the ticket to a complete stranger, a boy you'd only just met!'

'Yeah, cos if he'd signed his name on the back,

'he'd have been £72 million better off.

'Do you think he knew that?

'Erm, no, but I wasn't going to tell him.

'It's a good job he kept her number!

'She didn't know she was giving him the lottery ticket, cos it was in a club and it were dark.

'I'm sorry, what's your name?'

Mandy Atkinson, I'm her mum.

It's Nana!

Oh, lovely, two in the same family!

And what are you going to spend all your lottery winnings on, Mandy?

I don't know, I haven't really thought about it.

-Come on! A Jag! An holiday in the Caribbean! Say something, you stupid woman!

-Erm...

I might buy myself a little house somewhere.

Right, OK. Now, Becky, do you think you'll see this lad again?

-You never know!

-Can we move on, please?

OK. So who picked the numbers?

We do five lines each week.

My mam picked the numbers.

Me. They were my numbers that won.

I'm sorry, what's your name?

Helen Dolan, the sixth member of the syndicate.

She's not.

The information I was given wass that there's only five in the syndicate.

-There IS only five of us.

-MOBILE RINGS

Sorry.

Mercury Euro Lottery have considered Helen Dolan's claim,

but as she officially left the syndicate four-and-a-half months ago,

unfortunately, she does not qualify.

Mandy! Mandy! If it's your syndicate, surely it's up to you to decide?

It's not just up to me, though, is it?

All I do is buy the ticket and collect the money.

Our advisor has told us the rules,

but we might all chip in and give her something.

Maybe, I don't know.

I'm not being funny, or tight, or anything,

'but if you're in the syndicate, you pay your money...'

TV STOPS

Rose, what are you going to buy with all that money?

I think I am going to buy a house as well.

Erm... But first off, I'm going to get my knees done.

Anything else?

I might take all my family on a cruise.

Cos I've always fancied doing that.

Tom, what's the first thing you're going to buy?

I don't know. A Maserati or a Bentley.

I think everything about your lives is going to change.

Hey! Well, that went all right, didn't it?

I don't know. I think I said too much.

You didn't say anything, what are you worried about?

Do you think if I speak to Denise, they'll cut some bits out?

It were on Look North, you daft bat. It were live.

-Some friend you are!

-It wasn't my decision, Helen.

I have to go with...

-Don't feel bad.

-I do. I can't help it.

Right, I'm going, before I end up working.

Hey... I wonder what 14 million actually looks like!

I don't know!

Hey, you'd better hide.

Thanks for making a fool of me.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.

I didn't tell 'em you worked at the stadium. Nobody knows who you are.

I do. I know who I am!

And just for the record, I wouldn't have cashed your lottery ticket.

Yeah, you say that now.

I know your type. You think money's everything.

I don't, I'll give you some when it comes through.

-I don't want your money!

-Well, what are you so pissed off about, then?

I really liked you.

I thought you were a nice person.

I liked you too!

Take no notice of him.

I don't understand how I made a fool of him.

< I'm home!

I saw you on the telly, Nanna!

You go and see if you can find Nana's slippers for me.

-So you're going to buy yourself a little house, are you?

-No, I just said that...

Well, I'll tell you summat...

You're not going to leave me,

cos if you do, I'll find you and I'll friggin' kill you!

I don't know what you're getting so worked up about, I'm going nowhere.

Do you want a beer?

You go in the room, I'll bring it in to you.

I can't find them!

-What you doing, Nanna?

-Nothing.

Do you know what? I think I left them in the bathroom.

We won 72 million!

I'm so sorry that things have not worked out for you.

I'm not going to let money stop us from having a baby, right?

-Your friend's either pissed or he's a pervert!

-He can't be pissed.

He doesn't drink, and he's not a pervert!

You're trying to stitch us up cos we won the lottery

and you didn't get a bean. You left, Helen, get over it.

Did my dad record Look North? I texted him.

-He's had to go away. This job came up.

-His car's outside.

I don't know how you could just walk away from me like that.

Tom! Money's in!

THEY SCREAM

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