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Andy King, thank you for taking
the time to chat with us.

Pleasure, Imogen.
Long-time reader and fan.

You've had quite the fairy-tale
year.

I mean, one minute, you're busking,

your demo's getting rejected
and rejected.

A loser, if you don't mind me
saying. Hey, truth is truth.

And then, on a whim,
you do this song contest.

Last Place Hero gets noticed by
Marsh Healy at Portal Records,

and the rest is history.

I mean, you topped the
BBC Sound Of 2016 list,

your album's getting five-star
reviews,

you're tipped for a Mercury nom' -

I mean, you must feel
like you're dreaming.

It just goes to show

that if you stick to making
the music you believe in

and don't lose sight
of your priorities,

then good things can happen.

I was talking to Yusuf
the other day...

Yusuf? Yusuf Islam?
You know, Cat Stevens.

Anyway, me and Suf were chatting
about artistic integrity

and how it doesn't matter if you're
playing to a packed-out crowd

or a deaf dog,
it's got to be for you, you know?

That is really going to resonate
with our readers.

So, we like to throw in a couple
of silly questions at the end,

just for fun. So, what are your
upcoming plans for Father's Day?

None, really. I mean, my old man,
he lives in Spain.

I'll probably give him a bell.

At least I won't be asking him
for money this year!

Actually, I was talking
about your son.

I...

I don't have any children.

But my songs...
My songs are like children.

I've got a nerdy nephew,
if that counts.

Really? Because our researcher
found a birth certificate

from over a year ago proving that
you fathered a child

with Teresa Connor, the disgraced
Parliamentary lawyer.

Recently went through
a messy public divorce.

Remember? It was all over
the Daily Fail,

so we know that you have a child,

a little boy that you've never had
the decency to contact.

What do you have to say to that,
Andy King?

Well, well... We're all waiting.

This should be good.

HE SCREAMS

# What I feel

# I can't say

# But my love is there for you

# Any time of day

# But if it's not love

# That you need

# Then I'll try my best to make... #

That is communal orange juice.

You can't be putting your mouth
all over it like that.

You're right, I should probably
stick a bit of tongue in too.

Does everything have to be an
innuendo with you?

Haven't you heard?
I'm the innuendo champ.

I had to BEAT OFF
some pretty STIFF competition.

Hashtag dad jokes.

It's not a dad joke.
I'm not even old enough to be a dad.

Even I'm old enough to be a dad,
technically.

What are you doing up
this early, anyway?

Got an interview with a record
company today, don't I?

What one? Guinness Worlds?
Portal Records, actually.

They're sort of a big deal,
run by Marshall Healy.

Oh, Bruce and his old filters.

So, are you still having those
nightmares? What nightmares?

The ones that you wake up from
every day, screaming?

That's just cramp.
I probably need more...potassium.

Anyway, I need you to sign
for a package

that's going to be delivered
when I'm out.

Sorry, I've blocked out my day
for reading.

No interruptions.

Yeah, reading(!)

Those nightmares haven't got
anything to do with Melody, do they?

Melody? Haven't thought
about her in ages.

Then why are you constantly checking
her Instagram?

Oh, I am so late for work.

You're up early.
Is it the nightmares?

Oh, shit, I forgot my phone.
Munchkin, can you get it for me?

It's by the bed. I'm 15 now, Mum.

Why do I still have to
get your things?

When you were born,
there wasn't time for an epidural,

so you owe me forever.

Can you fix Roly for me?

He's in a shit mood and I can't
handle him right now

because Bruce has baby fever
and it is freaking me out.

I hear you. You're a professional
milf with a gawky teen.

You haven't got time
for nappies and burping.

I mean, look at the Pope.

He wouldn't be Poping if he had a
baby Bjorn slung over his shoulder.

Some people have a higher calling.

Exactly.
My career's just taking off.

I'm finally free for yoga
and book club.

Plus, you've already
got two rotten kids between you.

Why does he want more?
With Father's Day this weekend,

I guess it's weighing on him that he
doesn't have any biological children

to propagate his seed.

Men and their egos, right?

My jingle's about
to come on the radio.

HEAVY METAL: # Come on down
to the carpet superstore

# Buy a new rug
and cover your ugly floor

# The selection's tops
and the deals don't stop

# Jackpot for moths
We've got the lot

# There ain't no others
You get the druthers

# Come on down to

# Carpet Brothers. #

Did you see how I rhymed
druthers with brothers?

Oh, genius.

So, now that you're getting paid
for these radio spots,

and your home studio is
up and running,

I guess I'm finally going to start
seeing some rent money, right?

Right. Well, almost.

I am still paying back Val,
but as soon as I've done that...

Ah. Thanks, sweetie. Can you set
the table for breakfast?

Morning, gang. Hey, Roly,

have you heard about
this new antibiotic thing?

Discovered in dirt.

Teixobactin. That's old news.

Errol, you didn't set Bruce a place.

Oh, it's... It's cool. I'm going to
just grab an apple anyway.

I'll leave you guys to it.
Thanks for my lunch.

Bye. Andy, you're up early.

Nightmares?

I need you to sign for a package
while I'm out.

Sure thing. I'm going to be in the
garden, building the shed,

but I should hear the doorbell.

Roly, want to come help me build
the man cave?

I think I'll give your
gender-specific cave a miss, thanks.

Hey, you know, Tiff's here
for Father's Day weekend.

Fancy coming to the Polish bakery
festival?

You can never have too many hot
buns. I have a wheat allergy.

Duh! Nice one, Bruce(!)

Well, if you change your mind
re the person cave,

you know where to find me.

Will you cut him some slack?

He's not trying to be your dad,
he's trying to be your mate.

What, a grown man trying to be
mates? That's a bit creepy.

Is this because he's banging your
mum? Don't go all Oedipal on me.

I can think of plenty of
non-Freudian reasons.

So, you'd be absolutely fine

if I listed all of their favourite
sexual positions?

I'm a scientist.

Let's see, there's missionary,
doggy, cowgirl,

reverse cowgirl, sporking -
that's a spooning/forking combo -

crouching tiger, squat-thruster,

nut-buster, wheelbarrow,
the piledriver...

I think I'm going to get
to my reading now.

Yeah, mate. "Reading."

PHONE RINGING

Marsh? Mr King for you.

Hm.

Music.

Love it.

Songwriting.

Yep. Songwriters.

Yes. Commerce.

HE CHUCKLES

What's funny?

That song you did with the bird.

Last Place Hero, right?

Wasn't total shit, for pop crap.

Thank you.

And, and... And my other stuff?

Hold my sack.

The bag.

NTL - heard of them?

National Train Line?

Not The Living - boyband.

Signed them last year.
The single's charting,

but I need hits for the album.

Songwriters with an ear for

catchy pop crap.

Er... Thanks, but I'm more
of a writer/performer.

Last Place Hero's your best song.
You don't sing on it.

Yeah, I had the flu that day.

Should have got the jab.

Look, I can't package you.

Your age, all this.

Be a shame to waste what you've got.

You could be useful behind
the board, make some money.

You got kids?

No. Well...

You might do one day. So, why don't
you think about what I said?

Shit! Roly...

Come to join the party? No. Oh.

Doing some light reading, then?
The Death Conundrum. Sounds...

..fun. Any cool quotes?

"Life is the mouth of death's anus."

I hear you and Mum have been talking
about having another kid.

So, she told you, then?
No, you just did.

Your internet history was rather
illuminating.

Aphrodisiacs, primary school
catchments, sperm enhancers -

not very subtle, Bruce.

Are you aware that the population
is growing exponentially,

with dwindling resources?

Soon, we'll be living in
a cyber slum,

being sorted into naff
personality groups

like one of those dystopian novels
Tiff's always reading.

We're just toying with the idea.

Speaking of toying,

there were some interesting purchase
links in your history too.

What is a Pocket Dazzler?
And does Mum know you have one?

OK, Roly, I'm not really too
comfortable talking to you about...

Good chatting.

Oh, I reached out to Bruce.
No-one can say I didn't try.

How was the interview?
They want me to write and produce.

Oh, great.

For a boyband.

Oh... Exactly.

I'm not doing it. Money's money.

Plenty of respectable artists,
and Ed Sheeran, write for boybands.

Just for a pay cheque?

I mean, that's not living,
that's surviving.

There's something else, though,
isn't there?

Have you lost something up your bum?

Oh, no. I've seen those X-rays
on Embarrassing Bodies.

Was it a Sharpie? A battery?

Was it an AA? Please, don't tell me
it was a nine-volt.

Do you remember your 14th birthday?

Oh, you mean when my father
announced

that he was marrying Veronica,

and my mother announced
she was moving in with Bruce?

Well, I had some bad news too.

You got kicked out of your flat
and Melody moved to New York.

Worse. She moved to Scunthorpe?

Teresa's pregnant. Well, she was.

But that was, like, a year
and a half ago.

So what's that? That's 12 months
plus six months...

Wait a minute. Minus nine months.
You mean...?

Nine months old. You're a father?

No! Of course not.

Well, maybe.

I mean, it's not like she had
a paternity test or anything,

so it could be anyone's, you know.
Postman, milkman, Ocado.

Even if it is mine, which it's not,

she never even asked me
if I wanted to keep it.

It's not really your call, is it?
No, obviously,

but it would've been nice to at
least have been kept in the loop.

With the child that's
definitely not yours? Right.

Is it a boy or a girl?

I don't know. I haven't talked
to her since your party.

You haven't spoken to her about
your child in a year and a half?

She wouldn't answer any of my texts

after I ignored her calls
for two months.

You've got to go and see
that baby now.

No! They're coming to deliver
the package later,

and I'm not missing it
a second time.

You've already missed the most
important package there is.

Let me think about it.

Oh, what's Bruce made you today?

It's bresaola and brie on rye.

You've hit the jackpot there. Stan's
never even peeled me a Babybel.

I think he's just fattening me up
for the apocalypse

so he's got someone to eat.
Do you want some?

I've got loads. I'd love to. I can't
eat soft cheese at the moment.

Why, are you knocked up? I'm not
supposed to say anything

for another week,
but... Yeah, I'm preggers.

Is my hearing acting up?

Are you pregnant, Martha?
Guilty as charged.

Remember this time.
Best is when they're little.

No way, I'm not falling for it.
Please, just come up to the house.

I need to show you something.

I told you, I'm not moving till my
package arrives.

We can put a sign on the door. It'll
only take two minutes, I promise,

and it's something you love.

If it's that photo of
Serena Williams doing the splits,

then I'm way ahead of you.

Shell... What are you doing here?

Relax. Errol explained everything.

You're writing a song about
parenthood and you needed research.

I think it's cool.
Yeah, yeah, it is.

So, is that your baby?

No, I found him in Waitrose.

Yes, it's my baby.

This is Ethan. He's 18 months.

Why don't people just say
a year and a half?

I mean, you don't catch me going
I'm...

412 months. 412 months.

Yeah, I was a cynic too.

I mean, after being a children's
entertainer,

I never wanted to see
another kid again,

but this primal instinct takes over.

It obviously suits you.
You look great. Thanks.

Do you remember how crazy
I was before?

I'm... I'm scared to answer
that question.

Ha-ha(!) I just mean I thought
I'd go proper bonkers postnatal,

but it's actually balanced me out.

Or maybe I have something bigger to
worry about than myself, you know?

I mean, don't get me wrong,
he's a puke and shit machine,

and when he came out, he practically
ripped my vagina in two, but...

No, don't worry, it's...
it's fine now.

Good, good.

What qualities would you say
make a great father?

Someone who's patient, prioritises
others' needs before his own,

a provider, a protector, and willing
to do late-night feeds.

And what if he forgets
to feed the baby?

He doesn't forget. Well, what if
he is in the pub with his mates?

You don't have any mates. Well, what
about going to the bathroom?

Think of your baby like an iPhone.
It goes everywhere you go.

I'll try not to lose him down
the back seat of a cab.

What if I am writing some music,
baby won't stop crying,

so I slip him a little
night-time cold medicine?

Boom! Out like a light,
takes the edge off things.

Oh, it's a good job
you're not a dad.

I could be a dad. Kids love me.

PHONE VIBRATES

Shit, it's my boss.

Here, take him.
I shouldn't, I've just had lunch.

It's not like swimming.
You don't have to wait two hours.

That's a myth, by the way.

Well, talk to him.

Erm...

Hello. My name's Andy.

What's your name?

What, are you just going
to stare at my tits?

Language. He can't understand.

Hey, you can say anything you want,
can't you?

# Tits and bums and dicks and pricks
gently down the stream... #

Why don't you try playing peekaboo?

That's a game children love,
isn't it? Oh, do they, spaceman?

Let me show you how it's done.

Peekaboo. Peekaboo.

Peekaboo. You're not doing it right,
you know that?

It's more like...peekaboo!

HE WAILS

Oh... What's going on?

Ssh, it's OK.

What's going on in here?

Hey-hey-hey,
who's this little fella?

It's Ethan. Ethan?

I'm done with the baby stuff,
so don't even try.

That's not why I'm here.
No, you missed your package again.

What? But I've waited
in all afternoon.

It's all right, we can collect it
from the depot.

I don't get it, this doesn't even
look like the sort of place

where there would even be a depot.
Andy!

Shit, that's Tom. I went to uni
with him. Yeah, I know.

I thought it might be good to get
the dad perspective from up here.

So I used your Facebook to contact
an old friend.

How did you even get my password?
Password 1234.

Hardly requires the Enigma machine.

What about this? Photoshop.

You horrible little Gollum,
that is the last time I ever...

Hey, Tom!

Old friend! King Andy.

Bring it in, my liege.

It's great seeing you, man. And,
Errol,

I can't believe how big you've got.
I remember the day you were born.

Me and your uncle bunked off
lectures and, boy, did we celebrate!

You celebrated when I was born?

Yeah, but, I mean, we used to
celebrate when Countdown was on.

One bong rip for every vowel.

Good times. What happened to us?

Well, you got with Nancy,

got married and then came the
break-up speech.

What break-up speech?

You know, mate takes you to
a pub lunch, shows you the scan,

you pretend to be happy and then
comes the speech, "Look, man,

"I promise you this baby ain't going
to come between us.

"We're still going to hang out and
get wasted and go to gigs,

"I'm not going to be one of them
lame-mo dads, it's just a baby."

And then you never hear from them
again. Yeah, sorry about that.

You don't realise how much work
it's going to be.

Everything else just...drops away.

But do you know what? What?

It's worth it, because kids
give your life unimaginable meaning?

Pretty much. See, Uncle Andy?

It might suit you. Exactly.

You don't lose your cool card
just because you become a dad.

Look at Keith Richards,
Beckham, Obama.

But you know the greatest part?

It's like growing your own best
friend, you can teach them anything.

Bailey? Over here.

Who's a ledge? Dad is!

Who's better? Blur or Oasis?

They both suck!

What's your favourite game?
Grand Theft Auto, duh!

Attagirl. Bring it in.

You have a go, ask her anything.

What's your favourite food?

Curry and a pint, obvs.

What do you think about Brexit?

Dad? At ease, soldier. Off you go.

See? Kids are awesome.

If you had one, we could hang out
all the time,

just like the old days.

Yeah, about that, I actually...
PHONE DINGS

Shit, I've got to jet,
Bailey's got her Mandarin class.

Oh, so she can do business in China,
when she's older?

Clever. No, it's so she can watch
Bruce Lee movies

without the subtitles.

How cool is that? Bailey?

Let's do this again.

It is not! It is, too!

It's my body, my choice.

I know, sweetie, I just don't want
to see you make a big mistake

that you can't take back.
It's for life.

Gwen? Are you up the duff?

Don't be stupid. I'm getting another
tattoo, but Dad says I can't.

I didn't say you couldn't,
I said don't get a shit one.

It's not shit!

They are backpacking
across Asia next month.

She wants to get "I love Casper"
tattooed on her neck in Thai.

BOTH GROAN

Thank you!

See? It's a dumb idea.

Not to mention cultural
appropriation.

Yeah, come on, Gwen,

you know they always tattoo rando
swearwords on drunk Brits.

You're one to talk, "Will you go
out with me, Dolores?"

And as much as I love Casper,
what happens if you break up?

Need I remind you...

Who cares if it lasts?

I am watermarking my life.

You're all just jealous
you're not in love.

Never have kids.

Right, so, that's 150,
which leaves 600 remaining.

Oh, shit jingles
are really paying off.

Your approval means a lot.

Do you think she'll listen to you
on the whole tattoo thing?

Does she ever? It's OK,

I'll squirrel a little into a fund
for laser removal and she'll kiss me

and call me a genius.

Can I ask you something?

Did you know you were ready
to be a dad?

I swore I would never be one.

I didn't want anyone to inherit
my dad's genes.

When Stella told me she was
pregnant,

I begged her to get rid of it,
but when Gwen arrived...

You realised she was the greatest
mistake of your life?

No, that's when
the real nightmare began.

Before they're born, you're just
praying for ten fingers and toes.

It's up to the gods. But once
they're out, it's up to you.

Every decision counts.

Give them the wrong name,
they're the school joke.

Mary? Hairy Mary.

Elizabeth?

Jizzy Lizzie.

It's like you're being
given a lit candle

and there's a hurricane coming.

Every moment you're convinced you're
causing irreparable damage,

and the truth is...

..you are.

And then, when they're old
enough to drive, to date,

to leave home, all you do is worry.

She fills my life
with meaning and terror.

It's the curse that keeps giving.

And you know the best
I can hope for?

Grandkids? That I die before her.

Still, I wouldn't trade it
for a second.

Oh, if I tell her you talked me
into that tattoo,

she definitely won't get it done,
just to spite you.

I'm brilliant.

So, what did you and Val chat about?

Make-up tips and stuff.

Listen, I think it's best I leave
Teresa and the baby alone,

they're better off without me.

Uncle Andy, if you don't
do this now,

the kid's going to turn up at your
doorstep someday like, "Dad,

"I never knew you,
and now I'm really mental."

I can't have a kid,
I haven't got any money.

You already have a baby.

And you were offered a good job.

No way, I'm not selling out.
You make radio jingles.

And you produce demos
for people you loathe.

This can't be any worse.

You can write pop tunes in your
sleep, and if it all goes well,

then you'll have a platform
to go solo.

Seasick Steve didn't release
his first album

until he was in his sixties

and do you know what he did
before that? Drugs?

He wrote and produced.

Just like Kanye and Carole King.

Fine, I'll do it.

On one condition.

Sorry, Marsh, I tried to stop them.

I'll take the gig.

OK. He has conditions, though.

Who are you? He's my condition.

Well, he's my nephew.

He's my co-writer. I can't do the
pop crap without him.

Can you sing? No, he's rubbish.

So, have we got a deal?

Sure, OK.

What brought you round?

Do you think it'll be a boy or
a girl? Boys can wear pink.

Girls can wear blue.

We'll only be free once we finally
defeat the hegemonic patriarchy

of enforced masculinity.

Uh-huh. Red it is.

I think I'd love a little pal.

We'll just chill out,

eating rusks while Daddy gets buzzed
watching CBeebies.

But CBeebies is our thing.

Look, man, I want you to know that
nothing is going to come between us,

we'll still hang out
like we always do.

Nothing's going to change,
it's just a baby.

Yeah, yeah. I could probably be
a great first cousin,

I could teach them how to prepare a
microscope slide

and the proper way to
dispose of light bulbs.

And Mozart's full name,

Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgangus
Theophilus Mozart.

It's all about family.

If we all open up our hearts,
there's enough love for everyone.

I've got to go.

I'll see you at the house.

Good luck.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

TILL BEEPS

Do you want this gift-wrapped?

Is it for a friend's shower?
No, it's for...

..MY baby.

# Maybe, baby

# You're gonna cut like a knife

# Maybe, baby

# You're gonna light up my life

# Maybe you'll be my son
or you'll be my daughter

# I'll protect you through hail,
rains, winds, fog and high water

# If you just take my hand,
we can walk through this land

# And I'll help you to build
all your dreams in sand

# Sometimes, sunshine

# You're gonna brighten my days

# Wake me, shake me

# I'm gonna bask in your rays

# You'll be my kid
and I'll be your dad

# Come dry your eyes
every time you are sad

# You'll follow me blindly
and obey my command

# You'll fetch me my beers
with your small baby hand

# They can lock me away
and throw away the key

# Cos if love is a crime
then I'm pleading guilty

# When the meteors strike
and the land turns to dust

# I'll still love you, my child

# On my love you can trust

# I'll be one step behind
cos my love never stops

# You'll be right on my mind

# Kid, I think you are tops

# Maybe, baby

# You're gonna light up my life. #

Hi.

Wait! I know I'm probably the last
person you want to see right now.

You think you can just
waltz up here,

after disappearing for over a year?

I called and called.

I couldn't handle
the responsibility.

I was cowardly and selfish.

And I know I've got a lot
of making up to do, but...

..I've sorted out my priorities.

I'm ready to be a father
to our child.

And, don't worry, I won't ask
to try your breast milk.

Unless you insist.
I want to do this 50/50.

I've even got myself a sell-out job.

And I can teach the kid to be cool
and teach it the guitar

and the air guitar and
you can teach the kid to be,

you know, classy and
put it in the posh school.

And they can have friends with
names like Sebastian and...

and Raspberry.

And I'm not expecting us to be a
couple, but I'll be there for you,

you know, whatever you need.
Whatever you both need.

I got rid of it.

You mean...

..you put it up for adoption?

An abortion, Andy.
I had an abortion.

Because I didn't call?

You...

You got rid of it cos of me?

Because of me.

I'm perimenopausal, I'm on statins
and HRT, I smoke, I drink.

The scans found abnormalities.

It's just as well. I don't think
either of us was really up to it,

were we?

I'm too old and you're too...

..you know.

Would you like to come in for a tea?

I should probably get going.

What's in the bag?

Nothing.

It's good to see you, Teresa.

Bruce, are you home?

I'm ready to work on
the man cave now.

HAMMERING

Oh. Hey, Roly.
You finished it already?

Well, I had some help from
the master builder here.

What do you think? Nice job, Gibson.
Huh?

We added a special touch,
just for you.

I'm going to go get a picture.

Weren't you meant to
be helping Bruce? Yeah.

You know, I thought he was a dork
when he first moved in with my mum.

And what about now?

I mean, he's still a dork,
but he's my dork.

Good thing I've got my selfie stick.

# Maybe, baby

# You're gonna cut like a knife... #

Well, hello there, Mr Dad.

How did it go?
She never had the baby.

Oh, that sucks.

Are you kidding? It's amazing news.

I mean, I dodged a bullet there.

Can you imagine me being a dad?

Can a dad do this?

HE BURPS

Probably for the best, yeah.

Your package arrived.

Are you going to tell me
what's in it, then?

I was just stocking up on plectrums.
Plectrum?

I hardly knew him!

Good one. Mm.

Do you want to watch some CBeebies?
Maybe later.

Just as well, because I've got
some reading to catch up on, anyway.

Oh, thank Christ,
you've done the shopping.

Did you get the OJ?
Yeah, and I got you your own,

so you can stop stealing ours,
shithead.

How was Roly?
Did you talk about Bruce?

Yeah, we covered
the whole dad thing.

So, I think I am going to
try for a baby.

What about the career
and the book club?

Screw book club,
we're reading Wolf Hall.

But that's already a TV show!

I know, that's what I said.

Anyway, I'd just really
like to raise a little grub

with Bruce that's ours.
You don't think I'm crazy, do you?

No, we need some fresh blood
in this clan.

Are you staying for dinner?
We're having spag bol.

No, I've got work to do.

Everyone, dinner's ready!

Hey, Tiff, how was your week?

Mum started talking about
getting a dog.

Wouldn't you like a pooch?
There's enough crazy in this family

without bringing an innocent
life into it.

Hey, Bruce, you know
there's a gluten-free section

at the Polish bakery festival?

We should definitely check it out
when we go. We?

I mean, yeah.

Hey, did you know there are
over 500 species of yeast

but within a single species,

there can be literally thousands
of genetically distinct strains?

That's pretty cool. Dorks.

MUSIC: Father And Son
by Cat Stevens

# It's not time to make a change

# Just relax, take it easy

# You're still young,
that's your fault

# There's so much you have to know

# Find a girl, settle down

# If you want you can marry

# Look at me, I am old

# But I'm happy

# I was once like you are now

# And I know that it's not easy

# To be calm when you've found
something going on... #