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Look, there's probably a very simple
explanation to all this.

It's just a case of retracing your
steps.

But I've told you. I just woke up
and he was gone.

What was the last memorable thing
Donald said to you last night?

Hold that position. I'll just go
and rinse this under a tap.

I mean, it's just not like him to go
wandering off.

Never mind miss a meal.

What time did you wake up?

Eight o'clock.

OK. It's 10:30 now. So we know one
thing for definite. What's that?

He's been missing two and a half
hours.

Well done, Holmes. Another case
solved (!)

Which one of you is
Jacqueline Stewart?

Oh, and here's Dr Watson (!)
That's me.

There is a call for you. Your
husband's clothes have been found
on the gay nudist beach.

Oh, what a relief! Thank you.

You see, I knew he'd turn up.

I wish he'd said he was going.
It is not your husband who has been
found. Just his clothes.

Oh. And there is a note from him too.

Saying he has been committed to
suicide.

Another Screaming Orgasm?
No.

I think I've had my last one.

Natalie! I need to speak to you.

She dun't wanna talk to you!
I can speak for myself.
I don't wanna talk to you.

Do you want me to knock him out? I
will if you want. Just say the word.

Don't be stupid.
I can explain about last night.

I saw you in a police van full of
prostitutes, wearing a dress
and high heels.

What is there to explain?
It was not for me. It was a mistake.

This is why you're no good as a
girlfriend. Always jumping on
conclusions.

Listen! Stay away from Natalie,
or it'll be me jumping on your
greasy head!

Why are you so angry?
It's a little thing called loyalty.

You wouldn't know about it.
Hey! I know about loyalty.

Last night, I was helping a friend.
She needed a date.

I mean, HE needed a date.

I mean, he had a friend who
needed...

Hey, amigo. What happened to you last
night?

What happened to me? Yeah. Came out
the restaurant, you'd gone.

I expect you got cold feet.
No worries, though.

We had a great night. I'm seeing
'em both again tomorrow.

You have no idea the trouble you
caused me.

I was speaking to a man, then the
next thing I know -

You're seeing both of them?
Yeah. Turns out they're cousins.

As my old granny used to say,
keep it in the family.

Are you sure this is true, and not
just your sad attempt to get
in with Nat?

Cos I'll tell you now - you and her,
it's never gonna happen.

I swear. He said he just has flings
with girls here cos he's married.

He's got kids, an' all.

Right.

Hey. Barman.

Another white wine and another shot
of Windolene.

That's not Windolene. That's top
quality Ouzo.

Do I look as though I give a shit?

No. You've got me on that one.

Hey, son. You're cutting it fine,
aren't you? What time's your flight?

Approximately two hours ago.
Right. You stay here. I'll give
Dodgy Dave a ring.

He does a good taxi run to Alicante
for 40 euros.

Right.

Hang on. You did say...

two hours to go?

Two hours AGO. I missed my fight.

Dad, I don't wanna leave.

Aw, now, come on, son. Don't be like
that. Your mam'll be missing you.

She hasn't rang or texted once since
I've been here. Because you're
on your holidays.

She won't bother you while you're
having fun in the sun.

I text her every day.
What do you wanna stay here for?

There's no work.

You've got nowhere to stay.
You don't know anybody.

Son...there's nothing here for you.

You. You're here.

I miss YOU, Dad.

Really?
Yeah. I thought I was...

just a...

bit of an embarrassment to you,
like.

What? Just cos you dress up in
women's clothes?

What's that got to do with anything?

It dun't change the person you are
inside.

I have never heard you say a bad word
against anyone.

You do the things that make you
happy.

But never...at the expense of others.

You are the most...

generous...

kind...

patient...

thoughtful,

loving person I have ever met.

You're no embarrassment to me, Dad.

You're my hero.

What's a woman got to do
to get a drink round here?!

Right. Where's this Tricky Dicky,
or whatever he's called?

Lucky Kev. He was leaving a set of
keys to the bar behind Reception.

I'll ask. Why don't you lot stay
here? We're only putting a lick
of paint on it.

Oh, no. You're not going anywhere
without me.

Don't want your sticky fingers
creaming off the profits.

What profit? It's not gonna be open
today.

They haven't got any keys.
I knew it.

This whole venture'll be a disaster.
I'm surrounded by amateurs.

If you want to open this bar on your
own, go ahead.

I'm very happy sitting on my arse
with a beer in the sun.

Oh, that'll make a change (!)
You've done little else
for the last week.

So? I'm supposed to be on holiday!

My husband was right about you.
Bone idle!

Right. Goodbye.
Oh, that's right. Abandon me!

A poor, defenceless widow left to
fend for herself.

Is she taking the piss?
Mick? Come back here. Hiya.

Sorry I'm late. I've got the keys.
Shall we go?

What happened to you?
Eh? Oh, this.

Somebody in the pub last night bet me
100 euros I couldn't lick
the back of my own head.

Did you manage it?
No. No.

It's impossible, apparently.
Get away (!)

Listen. I brought you some free
passes for the big theme park.

Oh, yeah! Er, no. They've all gotta
come - to keep my hands out
of the till (!)

I didn't think we were opening
today.

I don't mind taking Michael
to the theme park. You know me.
Anything for the kiddies.

Yeah. That's you, Madge.
You're all heart (!)

See you later. Come on.

Give 'em here. How many have we got?
We might be able to sell some.

Do you think he's topped himself?

Well, he had three months to live.
Who knows what was going
through his mind?

What would you do if you were given
three months to live?

I don't know. I suppose I would
travel as much as my health
would allow.

There's so much of the world
I haven't seen.

Animals migrating in the Serengeti.

The great coral reef,
the dunes of the Sahara.

The Taj Mahal, Petra.

You wanna see all them places plus
the dog from Blue Peter?

The ancient Nabatean city of Petra!

Oh, yeah.

I think I'd just wanna get as much
sex as was humanly possible.

They say they can't start looking
for him till he's been missing
for 24 hours.

But...I know he's gone.

He left a note.

'My darling Jacqueline.'

'The time has come to say goodbye.'

'I kissed you as you were sleeping
before I left.'

'This is how I will remember you.'

'I want you to remember me
as the life and soul of the party.'

'Not some unrecognisable figure
wasting away in a hospital bed.'

'Until we meet again on
the other side,

forever yours, Donald.'

'PS. If my body is ever found,

I'd like to be buried in Benidorm.'

Oh! 'Flying bodies back to the UK
can be hellishly expensive.'

If he is washed up, you could always
pop him in a wheelchair

and just tell the cabin crew
he's rat-arsed.

I mean, flying back from Benidorm,
he wouldn't be the first.

Thank you, Kenneth (!)

Jacqueline, if there's absolutely
anything we can do,
just let us know.

Well, actually...there is one thing.

I know it sounds silly.

But I just can't bear the thought of
him without his hat.

Of course it's not silly.
Sorry.

We are assuming he's dead, are we?
The hat didn't help him swim or
anything?

Kenneth! Well, I don't know.
It's a shame

we couldn't hire a boat,
or something.

You know. Get a bit further out to
sea.

Why don't you do it from that jetty?
For once, he has a good idea.

I knew it had to happen at some
point (!)

I could have a go on that skiing
thing while you do it.

This is supposed to be a dignified
ceremony. Not some kind of 18-30
beach party!

Now...how do we get to the jetty?

Whoa!

Wa-hoo!

Wahey!

Oh, my God! It looks brilliant!

I knew it. Queues all around
the block. It'll be like

that time me and Mel went to
Knowsley Safari Park.

£20 to get in and a monkey shat on
the windscreen.

It's all a con. There aren't that
many people. It won't take long.

'Ere. Gimme them free tickets.

I'll wave 'em at her.

Mother, we'll still have to queue,
even with free tickets.

'Ere.
Look! Free!

Gratis! No queue!
Mother.

Will you give over? We'll just have
to wait our turn.

There you go.

Nobody queues when they're with
Madge Harvey. Nice one, Nana.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)
Gracias.

As my Mel used to say, it's not
what you know, it's who you know.

Would you mind if I said a few
words? What's it got to do with you?

Oh, yes. I'd love that.

(CLEARS THROAT)

'The moving finger writes

and, having writ, moves on.'

'Nor all thy piety nor wit

shall lure it back
to cancel half a line.'

'Nor all thy tears
wash out a word of it.'

(MOUTHS SILENTLY)

Until we meet again.

Beautiful.

Hey, hey. Please move back.

This area is very dangerous, OK?

What have you planned for the rest
of the day?

Kenneth, what an insensitive
question! I was only asking.

The police said something about
meeting up with the British
Consulate.

But I can't face that today.

I'm absolutely drained!

I just want to spend some time
on my own.

Gather my thoughts,
let it all sink in.

You know. Quiet, peaceful reflection.

OK?

Go!
Aaargh!

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, Jacqueline!

Oh, my God!
A lifeguard!

(SCREAMING)

What the bloody hell's going on
there?

Oh. That's them young Spanish lads.
They're fearless on that thing.

Hey, I just realised. I gave your
missus the wrong envelope.

These are the free tickets
to Terra Mitica.

So what did you give them?
Must be my application form
to work there

when I thought this place was going
under.

They'll be OK.
Janice has got some money.

That's not a Spanish lad.
It's a woman.

Oh, yeah.

Bloody hell.

Never seen anyone do it
on their back before.

If that's who I think it is...

she's had a lot of practice.

(STILL SCREAMING)

'Ey. 'Ey, these are all right,
aren't they?

I didn't know they gave you fancy
dress.

It's like Clash of the Titans.
Can you take my picture?

Mm.
Yes!

Oh, thanks for taking the last of
the togas.

Oh, you look all right.

You look like Charlton Heston.

(MAN SPEAKS SPANISH)

(APPLAUSE)

Nana?

How come we're the only ones in
fancy dress?

Must've run out of costumes for
everyone.

Oh, yeah?
(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(ALL SPEAK IN SPANISH)

(APPLAUSE)

So you see, I was helping my friend.

It was all a case of taking my
identity.

Mistaken identity.

My English, it is getting worse.

You must think I'm so dumb.

No, I think you're cute.
Natalie.

I know you will not take me back.

But could we spend just one more
night together?

I miss the touch of your soft skin,

my lips touching yours.

If I did take you back, I'd need to
know you were serious.

But you already said you will not
take me back.

I must respect your feelings.

But to spend one more night with
the woman of my dreams -

What I'm saying is,
if I did take you back - Shh!

It is no use me begging. I know you
have made up your mind.

But just to spend one more night
with you in my arms...it is
all that I ask.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Freeze, greaseball!

Are you talking to me?

I don't see any other dirty, sneaky,
lying pigs round here.

I do not know why you do not like
me. I have never done anything
bad to you.

Leave it, Sam. He's explained
everything.

Oh, has he? Absolutely everything?

Including his wife and three kids?!

What?
A wife? Me?

Are you crazy?
Someone told me.

But not wanting to listen to
tittle-tattle,

I made my own enquiries.

Natalie. You know she is lying.

'Mr Mateo Castellano, 42...

of Avenida de Naraja,

La Nucia. Next of kin...

Mrs Daria Castellano.

Brackets - three children.'

I can't believe you're married!

Daria is my sister.

I live with my sister and her three
children.

Who's the one with the tattle-tittle?

Is that why when I said to the guy
at Reception

you'd had an almost fatal accident
on the road outside the hotel,

and had been taken to hospital,

he took out this file and said,

'Are you sure it's Mateo?
I'll call his wife.'

You told my wife I was in an
accident?

What is wrong wi-

So you are married. All this time,
you've been married with three kids.

Natalie. I can explain everything.

How could you do it to me?
How could you do that to them?

If you just listen, I can explain.
Go!

Just go!

I'm sorry, Nat.

You did not have to read out my age.

Who do you think's gonna win, Nana?
I don't know.

Don't think I'll put any money
on the one with the daft hat, though.

How the frig did I get roped into
this?!

Always the same. You never could
keep your nose out of an argument.

You think so, do you, big lad?!

Right. Get on with it.

We haven't got all day. Some of us
have got rollercoasters to go on.

Shut up!
Come on, Mam. You can do it.

Come on!

(APPLAUSE)

Oh, I can't kill him, Mum.
He's gorgeous!

(JEERING)

Sorry, love. You have to give 'em
what they want.

(APPLAUSE)

No way is my dad gonna believe this.

Did you get any pictures?
Yeah, loads.

Come on. We've got to find a shop.
I've run out of cigs.

Hey. Where are you going? What the
frig's it got to do with you?

You have another six shows to do
today. Piss off!

We don't mind joining in once.
We're not doing that all day.

You can say that again.
But you are here to work.

Did you want the job or not?
No. We friggin' don't!

Then why did you give me an
application form?

If you are not working, you need to
pay to get in.

And you are wearing our costumes.

Well, don't just stand there.
Go and get them.

You have to be joking.
That is one mean bitch.

Careful now.

What I can't understand is,
why didn't they stop it?

Eight times I went round.

It was 11.
Was it?

Yeah. I counted.

By your fourth time round, they'd
started taking money from people
to watch.

It was absolutely barbaric.

You could tell by the noise you were
making you weren't enjoying it.

Well, that's not 100% true.

Amongst the agony,

there was just a little bit
of ecstasy.

If you know what I mean.
You're joking.

You know what they say.

Water can get into just about
everywhere (!)

Oh!
Quick, Kenneth! Hot, sweet tea.

Oh, I couldn't drink anything hot.
Not in this heat.

Not for you, you idiot!
For Jacqueline. Oh, yeah.

Steady. Steady now.

(GROANS)
That's better.

You're obviously in shock.

Today of all days for this to
happen. Yeah.

I must say, when I was first
yanked off the jetty,

it did come as a bit of a surprise.

But the first couple of times round
weren't that bad.

It brought a lot of memories back.

Feeling the salty spray in my face
again.

I'm sorry? My Uncle Magnus was
a Danish deep-sea fisherman.

I used to spend most of the summer
holidays grinding his chum.

Did you?
Oh, yeah.

Would never let me handle his tackle,
though.

I should hope not.
Shame.

Cos he had one of the most impressive
rods I've ever seen.

Here you go. Four sugars.
Oh, thank you, darling.

Oh, I forgot to ask.

What time is Troy back?

He was meant to be here tonight, but
he changed his flight to tomorrow.

He has to sign some papers. Didn't
say what for.

Aw! How's his father?

Still dead (!)
Is he?

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

(TUMMY RUMBLES)
Oh, dear!

I think I'm gonna have to go again.

I mean, I'm not gonna get graphic...

but I'm sure...

I must have at least another gallon
swishing about in there.

Thank God she didn't get graphic (!)

Large white wine...over here.

How did you get on? They still
won't tell me what's going on.

Well...what IS going on?

You know I don't poke my nose into
yours or Geoff's business.

But I'm worried about you.

It's not just the divorce, is it?

I'm waiting for the court to decide
what I get from that bastard Bashir.

Not that fella who interviewed
Diana?

What?
Martin Bashir.

I remember him doing that lovely
interview with Michael Jackson.

Smashing head of hair.

Martin Bashir, I mean.
Not Michael Jackson.

What are you talking about?
Martin Bashir.

I'm talking about my soon to be
ex-husband Bashir Mahmoud.

He's got every penny of my life
savings.

What did you give him that for?

He was going to invest it for me.

I should know within the next
24 hours

whether or not I'm left without
a penny to my name.

Oh, 'eck!

Every cloud has a silver lining.

You can always come
and stay with me.

Are you asleep?

Yeah.

Are you?

How did it go today?

It was all right.

Gave the bar a lick of paint,
ordered the new sign.

Watched a 60-year-old woman get
dragged at 40mph

across the Mediterranean
on her back. You know.

The usual (!)

What are we doing?

Well, I'm lying in a Spanish bed
sweating cobs,

trying to remember if we left
the gas on. You know what I mean.

Your mother wants to stay in Spain.

We can't leave her on her own.

Anyway, our Michael doesn't have to
be back in school for another
six weeks.

It'd be nice to spend
the summer here.

What do you think?

My honest opinion?
Yeah.

I think by then the bar will've
gone down the pan.

We'll all realise that living in
Spain

is completely different from
being on holiday here,

we'll all have gone home and taken up
where we left off.

But...if the business
is a success...

..we'll spend each day kissed
by the Spanish sun...

..live a more healthy, relaxed
pace of life...

..and we'll all live happily ever
after.

You're still drunk, aren't you?

Absolutely hammered.

(COUGHS MEANINGFULLY)

Ah! Mrs Stewart.

Please - sit down.

I've been expecting you.

Oh, hiya. Nearly didn't see you
there.

What are you doing? Nothing.
You all right? Yeah.

Did you get your legs done?
What do you think (?)

I had a Brazilian instead.

(GROANS)
Is it sore?

Put it this way. I won't be going
for a jog before tea.

You'll never guess who works in that
salon. Remember Kerry Bentall?

Very high fringe, no dress sense.
Not really.

Kerry Bentall. Got suspended for
stabbing a cow on a field trip
to Harrogate.

Mental Bentall!

Works in that salon.
No!

Yeah. You let her near your catflaps
with a tub of hot wax?

She were brilliant. I got her number.
She said she'll come out
wi' us tonight.

Look. She give me this for you.

'Free back, sack and crack'?
Thanks (!)

Just what I've always wanted (!)
Or...

'Free eyebrow shaping or upper lip
bleach.' Thanks (!)

Not the lips. Get your eyebrows done.

Nat? What's wrong?

Oh, God! Forget about that dick.

I talked to him while you were out.

He told me he'd separated from his
wife ages ago.

He couldn't afford to move out.
That's why they still live together.

He said he wanted to be with me.

He said he loved me.

I said, 'OK, if you really love me,
then let's live together.'

'I'll move to Benidorm. I'll rent us
a flat, I'll get a job here.'

I said...'If you really love me...

then you've got me.'

'I'll start looking for a flat
today.'

You know what he said?

Nothing.

He just looked like he was gonna be
sick.

I felt so stupid.
I just started to cry.

And he just looked embarrassed.
God, I'm such an idiot.

I'm gonna rip his balls off!

No, don't, please. You're just gonna
make it worse.

I'm gonna go up to the room.

Oh, Nat!

Actually...

why should I bother
ripping your balls off?

How can I help you? Have you seen
a voucher? I think I left it here.

For a free beauty treatment.
No.

I'm sure I left it here.
It's worth, like, 40 euro.

No.
OK.

Well, if you see it, will you give
it back to me? It has to be
used by 8:00 tonight.

OK. No problem.

Hiya. Kerry? Sam Wood.

Hiya. Listen.

I need you to do me a favour.

(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

I'm awfully sorry, but I can't
understand a word you're saying.

One finds one's self wanting to
make an effort with the language,

but one rarely finds the time.

Now. Where were we?

My husband, Mr Stewart.
Ah!

Yes. Yes.

As much as I'd like to help you,

I'm afraid running naked
down the Avenida Del Mediterrano,

waving a blow-up sheep and shouting,

'Up the Arsenal!' is not
the kind of behaviour we condone.

I'm afraid your husband will have to
serve his six days prison sentence

without any intervention
from the consulate.

Donald Stewart?

Oh, I beg your pardon!
Donald Stewart.

Ah, yes. Erm...
The clothes on the beach.

I'm sorry, but your husband...

..appears to have been missing
barely 24 hours, Mrs Stewart.

The Spanish police will no doubt
snap into action within
the next month or two.

But I'm afraid we can't begin any
investigation until at least
48 hours have passed.

This is, of course, Benidorm.

48 hours missing here
is merely a night out.

So I don't understand why you asked
to see me.

Ah, yes. Well, of course,
that brings us to a...

slightly delicate matter.

Yesterday morning, when you
reported your husband missing,

we sent a chap out to er...

well, see how you were coping.

Jacqueline has been amazing.

Kenneth and I spent most of yesterday
comforting her.

Yes.

Now, look.
What are you trying to say?

Donald had a terminal illness.
He's killed himself.

And this woman is in bits.

There is a reasonable
explanation for this photo.
And you're bang out of order.

Would you mind awfully if I asked
you to be quiet?

Sorry.
I hate to be the one

to point the finger of suspicion.

But there has been an appalling
spate of false insurance claims
over the last few years.

I blame that couple with the canoe.
Are you trying to say Donald
faked his own death?

Lots of quietness.

In very large amounts. Please!

What goes on between yourself and
your insurance company is
your own business.

But the police have so much
paperwork to get on with
between fiestas,

if we don't nip this kind of thing
in the bud,

they end up beating us over the head
with a big Spanish stick. (LAUGHS)

Not literally, of course.
I know this picture

looks like we're having fun.

But grief affects people
in different ways.

Donald had three months to live.

And half of me is thankful
his final day on Earth

was spent on a sunny beach

in a place he held close
to his heart.

Rather than lying in a hospital bed.

Then there's the other half of me.

That's absolutely furious with him
for leaving me on my own.

Then there's the other half of me...

The half...that is gonna miss him...

so much...

that I'm not sure
I want to carry on...

living myself.

(SOBS) Oh, dear.
I appear to have upset you.

Well, erm...

I think...everything
is in order here.

Can we go now?
But of course.

Do let me know if I can be
of any further assistance.

(RAP SONG)

Funk so brother.

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Funk so brother

You know, if I had a dog
with a face as miserable as yours,

I'd shave its arse
and teach it to walk backwards.

Oh, just go away.
All right.

Keep your hair on.

She has got a point.

Troy!

Oh, I've missed you so much!
'Ey. Don't get upset.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

How are you?

I wish you'd let me stay.
I wanted to be there for you.

Has it been hell?

I don't know how to explain it.

What do you say to a dying man
you last saw when you were six?

Whether he's your father or not.

I'd like to say we made our peace,
but we didn't really.

I tried to talk to him
about him and my mam.

About why he left us.
But he wasn't interested.

He just kept saying,

'I have one hundred reasons
why I have not been there for you.'

'When you are in business,
you will understand.'

I told him I had a business. I said,

'I run a very successful business
with my partner.'

Course, by then,
he'd always moved on to summat else.

So...why did he want to see you?

That's what I kept wondering.
I assumed he had nobody else
and he didn't wanna die on his own.

Oh, my goodness.
Course, I wasn't there.

I mean, when he did actually die,
I wasn't with him.

I'd gone to move the car
so I didn't get a ticket.

His last words to me were...

..I've had the wrong teeth in
for four days.

When they were clearing out
his stuff,

there was a box with my name on it.

I open it up and inside it
were keys.

Bunches and bunches of house keys.

Turns out he was one of the most
successful landlords in Derby.

Never used a letting agent.
Did it himself.

Collected all the rents, did all
the repairs, maintenance - the lot.

God forbid he should give any
of the profits to somebody else.

Anyway. Turns out, in his will,

he left everything to me.

Well, us. About...

£400,000 in savings,
and of course all the houses.

Exactly 100 of them.

So. What's been happening here?

Er...

Erm...

It's all right.
You can tell us later.

Come on.

I think we both need a drink.

(RIPPING)
Aaargh! Please. No more!

What is your problem?
My cojones are on fire!

Excuse me. Where are my clothes?

Hello?

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

I need to shower.
Can I have a towel, please?

Please bring my clothes.

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

What are you doing?!

Open this door! Open this door!

Shit! Shit!

Shit!

Oi! Come here!

# When the night has come

# And the land is dark

# And the moon
is the only light we'll see

# No I won't... #
How's it all going?

Yeah. Really good.
Not all free Sangria, is it?

No. We've taken about 200 euros.
Not bad for the first couple
of hours.

Sorry, love. Can I get to the bar?
Got your wristband?

No.
Course you can, darling.

# Stand by me... #

You're doing well, lad.
Keep that up, you might get
a regular gig.

Thanks, Madge.

There you go.
Thanks.

What have I told you
about that raspberry?

You won't enjoy your holiday
if you're

constantly fretting about stuff.

It's over.
What?

He didn't show up at court.
What does that mean?

It means I get everything.

My money, my investment in
all the property - everything.

I get my life back.

Oh, lovely!

Hey. If you're quids in,
you know what that means?

What?
We can afford

to come back here.

Together again, next year.

How are you doing?
I miss him.

Mm.

Yeah. I know you do.

Do you think Gavin and Troy'll
come over?

No. I think they might be having
an early night.

Will you be going home now, then?

I mean, you were using Troy's place
on the holiday, weren't you?

Yeah. No, I wanted to stay, but...

someone's had to go back
and take care of their business.

I'll definitely be back, though.
I think I've caught the Benidorm bug.

Oh, Donald had that last year.

You need to get some lotion
from the chemist.

It'll clear up in 48 hours.

Do you think he'll be all right?

Who?
Mateo.

Er...I think you're mistaking me for
someone who gives a shit.

Yeah, yeah. All right.

You liked him, didn't you?
Not really.

It's a bad boy thing, innit?

I mean, who wants a wet, boring,
spineless, predictable mummy's boy?

Hiya. I thought it was you.

I saw all your hair and
I saw your face and I thought,
I bet that's them.

I thought you were going home today.
No. I'm staying here.

In Spain.

With my dad.

Do you wanna come out with us
tonight?

Yeah. Why not?

We've both given up on men, so we
may as well come out for t'laugh.

Aw! Don't be so hard on yourself.

We're going up to one of them
tranny bars in the old town.

I think you'll do really well.

I'll see yous later.

Can I have your attention, please?!

Your attention, please!

Thank you.

I'd like to say a few words.

Janice.

I want...to thank everybody
for your support

in this new business venture.

Although, it's not just that.
It's a new way of life.

When I first moved to Spain
with my husband Mel,

we had a dream.

A dream we'd live
happily ever after.

And we got close.

We got so close.

I miss my husband more
with each passing day.

We had our good times
and our not so good times.

But as I stand here,

in front of this tiny,
run-down bar...

..I know just how proud
he would've been

that I've done it all on my own.

Janice, Mick, Michael.

I know sometimes you think
I take you all for granted.

And I suppose I do
from time to time.

But I need you all
to know one thing.

I love you. And seeing you
standing here beside me

as I enter this new chapter
in my life,

I'm well aware of just how much
you must love me.

So, please.

Raise your glasses
and toast my wonderful family.

And the finest man I ever knew.

My husband.

My soulmate.

My Mel!

ALL: Mel!

# What would you do
if I sang out of tune?

# Would you stand up
and walk out on me?

# Well, I'm gonna get by with
a little help from my friends

# Gonna get by

# By with a little help
from my friends... #

I checked into the hotel.

I got your note.

Oh, it's been so difficult
not to ring you, Donald.

But you're right.
We've got to be careful.

What a brilliant disguise,
by the way.

Black suits you.

It's really slimming.

Jacqueline!

I've been looking for you
all morning.

I missed the first ferry.

Then I couldn't find the hotel.

And then a man on the train offered
me six camels to sleep with him.

Oh, my goodness!
I know.

I haven't a clue how he's going to
get them to us.

But you weren't followed?
No, course I weren't.

And everyone at the Solana bought
the story?

The terminal illness?
Oh, yeah.

I had to meet with
the British Consul.

Who, at the beginning,
had a suspicion

it might be an insurance scam.

But I managed to convince him

we'd all seen the last of you.

All my training with the
Middlesbrough Swingers Association
Drama Group paid off.

Yes, I knew all those years under
Gordon Stanislavski would be
worth it.

Yeah. And the acting lessons
came in handy too.

Shakran.
So.

I've been over the insurance policy
with a fine toothcomb.

And all we need do is sit tight here
for six months

and then, because of the terminal
illness clause, they'll pay out.

No further questions asked.

And then we can go back to Benidorm?

And live in very low profile
paradise for the rest of our lives.

£500,000 richer.
Do you know?

If I'm absolutely honest,

I didn't think we'd pull this off.

As I told you when we decided
to go ahead with this,

absolutely nothing can go wrong.

A new beginning.
A new beginning.

Somehow, I think not.

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