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[ Down-tempo introduction plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations, dog barking in distance ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Deception. Untruth.

Camouflage.

Life's never what it seems.

It's a mirror maze.

And just when you think you can see it,

you realize it's just another mirror,

an abstract distortion.

The ever-helpful, likable Bob.

Will you thank your mum for those lovely kebabs, please?

Secretly a member of the far right.

He hates Pakistanis.

[ Music continues ]

Concealment. Mystification.

Mr. Mirza.

He is breaching cultural taboos

with an Estonian prostitute called Maarika.

-He thinks she loves him. -[ Sighs ]

"Therefore I lie with her and she with me,

and in our fault by lies we flattered be."

And finally, we have Mrs. Kaneez Paracha,

lesbian daughter Nasreen,

and prospective gay son-in-law Naveed Haider.

Deceit. Bluff.

Ruse.

Self-deception.

I think it could work.

Don't you?

[ Mid-tempo music playing ]

MISSY: These, please. Thank you very much.

NASREEN: And these, please, too. Oh, thanks Gods.

Nice girls around here don't buy alcohol!

[ Bell chimes ]

NASREEN: After all, it's not what you do.

It's what you're seen to do that matters 'round here.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

Nas, it's like a...

NASREEN: Harry Potter invisibility cloak!

[ Both laugh ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Watch out!

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

Grab it.

Me money!

Oi!

[ Drums beating, men chanting ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Drums beating, man singing in distance ]

They know how to throw a wedding, don't they?

All that gold,

Sami dressed like a prince on a white horse.

It's their tradition, isn't it?

You'd have looked awful in red and gold.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Up-tempo music plays, crowd cheering ]

When you and Naveed tie the knot,

promise you'll have a disco.

Oh, stop talking about my wedding!

[ Music continues ]

You look nice.

[ Music continues ]

You all right?

Oh. Twenty-minute wait for a cab.

Can you believe it?

Oh, you -- you can wait in there.

[ Clears throat ]

I'll wait with you.

Don't be daft.

Sami...

Congratulations.

Thanks.

[ Chuckles softly, sighs ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Look, I don't -- I don't want to hurt her.

I know you don't.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Who are they?

KANEEZ: Nasreen! Razia! Saleem! Missy!

It's time to get up!

[ Weakly ] Missy.

Come on. Get up.

-[ Moans ] -Come on. Up you get.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Clock ticking ]

Missy.

-Missy! -[ Grunts ]

Missy, we stole Jordan Wilson's money!

Miss, it's drug money -- gang money!

[ Groans ] So?

No one's gonna go to the police, so chill.

KANEEZ: Nasreen! Razia! Saleem! Missy!

Oh, I'm never touching cider again.

[ Groans, sighs ]

I'm never touching kebabs again.

Where'd they get them from, Chernobyl?

-[ Exhales deeply ] -Get rid of them.

Oh. Oh, here we go again.

[ Groans, coughs ]

[ Groans ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Sniffs ]

Morning.

Just...go back to your wife, Steve.

[ Door opens, closes ]

KANEEZ: First day back at school, huh?

Now, don't forget Naveed starts today, huh?

-Yeah. -So are you all ready for that?

Uh, for what?

You know, for telling everyone who he is --

you know, your boyfriend, fiancé,

what you're both gonna do.

But, uh, don't tell them everything, because, uh...

Okay. Mum -- Mum, please. Give me a little bit of credit.

I'm not gonna burst into the school hall and say,

"Do you know what? We are getting married.

But it's all a sham because he's gay and I'm a lesbian."

Shh! Not so loud with "lesbian."

Nana is praying downstairs.

You know this is best thing for both of you. Huh?

-I know. -Okay.

And remember, you be friendly.

Maybe little bit more friendly than usual.

But not too much, huh?

I thought you wanted people to talk about us.

Yeah. But not like jiggy-jiggy.

Oh, Mum, Mum, Mum. No, no, no.

-Okay. -MISSY: Ms. Keane's here!

Coming!

EMMA: You've done this before?

KANEEZ: Sort of. [ Chuckles ]

[ Engine starts, stalls ]

[ Exhales deeply ] Just take your time.

[ Engine starts, revs ]

KANEEZ: Oh! No. I almost forgot.

Oh. Ha ha.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Okay. Let's go!

Uh, before you do that...

Ah. Your car does it different, eh?

Yeah. [ Chuckles ]

Okay.

We are so gonna die.

[ Engine revs ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Engine revving, tires screeching ]

EMMA: Here. You got it. You got it. You got it.

-Oh. -[ Horn honks, crowd screams ]

NASREEN: Careful!

-Here. -Where?

Oh!

I'm very good, no?

MISSY: The best, Mrs. Paracha.

I bet Miss can't wait to take you out again.

Today was a one-off.

But me and you got the connection now, huh?

We'll pass this test in no time.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

EMMA: Jordan?

Jordan!

Where's the money?

You know what happens when you don't give money over.

-It weren't my fault. -Is he bothering you?

Jordan and me go way back.

-And you are? -Friend of the family.

And that's how you usually greet your friends, is it?

Jordan has something that belongs to me.

-I got robbed. I'm s-- I-I... -Who by?

I don't know. I didn't see their faces.

Why? Were they wearing masks?

Burkas.

He got robbed by my auntie.

-Shut up. -EMMA: Jordan! Zain!

Right. Jordan, get to class.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Now, you heard what he said.

Why don't you just take your car and get out of here?

EMMA: Why was that man threatening you?

What you getting involved with people like that for anyway?

I mean, who is this guy?

You know, Jordan, if he ever touches you like that again,

you must come and tell us.

Can I just go?

[ Sighs ]

Well, that went well.

Listen. About last night...

What happened last night?

Do you think those two woman in niqabs saw us?

Who cares if they did?

You know, we're just two friends saying bye.

That's all.

Yeah. That's all it was.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

So how's this gonna work, then?

Well, he's me boyfriend, Missy.

Ha. Yeah. But he's gay, and you're...

Yeah. I know what I am. Thanks.

So when you get married,

you'll be able to cop off with who you like?

Here he is. Ackley's answer to Tom Daley.

Nasreen.

Um, Missy, do you mind if you just give us a minute?

Yeah. Who am I to stand in the way of true love, eh?

So, how do you want to do this?

Um, I, like -- I don't know.

I've never really done this before.

Well, we could hold hands.

Okay.

Or we could...

What?

Kiss.

You know, that way, everyone would know, won't they?

Uh...

What, like...with tongues?

Maybe just move your mouth around a bit?

Right. Okay.

Thanks.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-So, should we do it now? -Yeah.

-Are you ready? -Yeah.

Okay.

[ Students murmuring, shouting ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

That's disgusting.

[ Shouting continues ]

Oh! What's this?

[ Music continues ]

-Oh, my God. What is she doing? -Oh, my God.

Overdoing it a bit, aren't you?

What?

That tongue sandwich before.

I'm just letting people know that we are an actual couple.

You could have done every position in the Kama Sutra,

and I still wouldn't have bought it.

What are you trying to say?

That this is wrong and you know it.

It's the easiest way for everyone!

It isn't about everyone, though. It's about you.

Is this what you really want?

Okay. Well, I want an easy life.

But I'm not gonna get that 'round here, am I?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Come here.

[ Knock on door ]

You all right?

[ Whispering ] I can't have this in the house.

Well, I don't want it, do I?

Lend us a tenner, will you, love?

-Leccy's gone off again. -I'm skint.

Did you get any money for the ciggies, love?

We'll have to go halfsies on a roll-up.

Mm. Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me.

-[ Growls ] -[ Screams, laughs ]

Oh. Here she is. All ready for her mocks.

You go and make your mam proud. Do you hear?

Yeah.

What about me?

Don't worry, love. There's more to life than exams.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

EMMA: Kaneez! [ Sighs ]

I tell you girls,

you can do anything if you put your mind to it.

Ooh. Have you thought about slowing down, Mrs. Paracha?

It's like the S Club 7 say -- reach for the stars, huh?

And you'd be good to remember that, Missy, huh, in that exam.

'Cause let's face the fact.

If you repeat this year again,

you're gonna be in the same class as Saleem, hmm?

NASREEN: Look out, Mum!

I'm a very good student, no?

[ Engine revs, tires screech ]

KANEEZ: [ Screams ]

[ Engine shuts off, children shouting ]

Mr. Hyatt! Are you all right?!

-Are you bloody stupid?! -Me?!

You want to go to the Specsavers and get those eyes tested.

Says the woman driving like Mr. Magoo!

Don't use that language with me.

That bike's like a bloody death trap.

Come on, Mrs. Paracha. Let's get you inside.

-Give me the keys. I'll park. -Get his details.

Make sure he pays for the damage.

Stupid man.

Morning, Mrs. Paracha.

Oh. Hello, Naveed, beta.

Uh, my mum was wondering if you two could get together

and start making arrangements about the engagement.

How about tomorrow? I can make kebabs.

Uh, Mum, can we talk about this?

It's good for us all to get to know each other.

Make it 7:00. Give me time to put the Hoover 'round.

Okay.

Here he is.

The man who managed to tame Nasreen Paracha.

So come on, then, lad. Has she put out or what?

Don't be shy. We won't say aught.

Yeah!

[ Laughter, cheering ]

-Go on. Get after it. -Go in, man.

[ Laughter, indistinct conversations ]

So I'm sure you're all aware, Year 7 applications are down --

60 places, to be precise,

which leaves us with a shortfall of 300,000.

And I want those numbers back.

And that begins and ends with me and you.

You gonna see her again?

What do you think? I've got the full package, mate.

Who does he think he is? Mr. Motivator?

Don't ask me. I'm just the lodger.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I was starting to think you were avoiding me.

EMMA: Could everybody take their seats, please?

I had a great time the other night.

Quickly, please.

We should do it again sometime.

Your time starts now.

[ Farts ]

[ Snorts ]

[ Music continues ]

RASHID: Take your seats, please. Thank you. Quickly.

I'm Mr. Hyatt.

I'm the one who's being paid a pitiful amount

to get you through your A-levels.

Yes, that's right. It's a potato. Yes!

Just when you thought biology couldn't get any more exciting.

Now, if you would all take your safety goggles

and put them on, please.

On with your safety goggles.

Now, let's start with the intricate dissection, shall we?

[ Thud, students gasp, murmur ]

I'm sure you will all remember that osmosis...

Here, sir. I don't have a potato.

Here, miss. I'll get you a potato.

Um, I'll be back in one minute. Behave yourselves.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

It's her mum I feel sorry for.

As if it's not humiliating enough

that she kicked out her husband,

she's got a slapper for a daughter now.

Excuse me. What did you just say?

ALYA: There's no denying it, is there?

It's all around the school.

What is?

That you two are sleeping together.

Go on. Is it true?

Tell you what, Alya.

It is none of your business what I do.

So much for respecting yourself, eh?

At least my dad keeps it in his pants.

Cow!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.

RASHID: Stop it!

It seems the prospect of dissecting a potato

has got everyone a little overexcited.

-She started it. -And I'm finishing it.

Off to isolation, the pair of you. Go.

-[ Groans ] -RASHID: Now.

[ Groans mockingly ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

Missy?

What have you been saying about us?

I thought that's what we wanted.

It is, but this is not "Fifty Shades of Pakistani."

Look. It's all right for you.

Lads can get away with saying stuff like that.

But I am the one being called a slapper.

I'm really sorry.

Please, Nasreen, don't finish with me.

-I need this. -We both do, Naveed.

But it's not a game. This is real.

This is gonna be our life from now on.

You're not gonna finish with me, are you?

Like I've got a choice.

Hey. What's up?

I messed up.

Oh, Missy.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Look. Come on. Let's get out of here, yeah?

Look. It was one exam, Missy.

You're all right. You've got options.

I might as well drop my CV off at the chicken shop

and be done with it.

Do you know I would give anything to be you right now?

Says the girl who's got a future.

University. Her pick of jobs.

Yeah.

But I can never have what I want, can I?

Not in this town.

So we'll move away.

And live on what?

Oh!

Missy, that's Jordan Wilson's money.

Uh, no, it's not.

It's some grubby dealer's

who's gonna end up peddling more of his crap.

What?

Wait. Don't look. Don't...

Don't look.

He works for that dealer, don't he?

Yeah.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

What -- Where are you going?

Let's just style it out, all right?

Style it out?

Run!

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

MAN: Nasreen!

Nasreen!

How does he know my name?! Oh, my God, Missy!

He's gonna kill us both!

Oh, my God! Who -- Who -- Who are you?!

What do you want?

Look. I'm, um...

[ Breathing heavily ]

You're Nasreen, right?

-Yeah. -Right. Yeah.

Nasreen Paracha?

What do you want?

Iqbal Paracha -- He's your dad, right?

What is this? "Mastermind"?

Do you know what? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here.

Nas?

No, no, no! Wait! Can you come back?

Please! Please, please, please! Come back!

Has something happened to me dad?

No! No, no. It's not that.

He's all right. He's fine.

Okay. Then w-what is it?

H-Have -- Have you seen him? Is he back from Pakistan?

[ Exhales sharply ] Who are you?

He's in Bradford -- your dad.

He's not in Pakistan.

22 Shipton Avenue, Bradford -- That's where he lives.

And he lives there with my mum and my sister.

Look. I can take you there if you like.

Look.

I'm, um...

I'm your brother.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I know it's a shock. It was for me too.

No, no, no, no, no! No.

[ Music continues ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Ha. They say Pakistani women can't drive, huh?

Hashtag fake news.

Hashtag fake marriage.

Hers and yours.

If it's true, the...

Well, it can't be true, can it?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Come on.

I'm gonna have to pull all low achievers

out of non-core subjects.

You can't do that.

Seven percent. Seven.

That is our current pass rate

for English and maths mock exams.

Yeah, so all those people who said that merging two schools

was a bad idea, well, we've gone and proved them right.

What if they're not good at core subjects?

What's that gonna do to their self-esteem?

Their focus needs to be on English, maths and science

if they have any chance of leaving this school

with a decent set of grades.

Emma's right. You're setting these kids up to fail.

It's not up for discussion, Mr. Qureshi.

Letters will go out this afternoon

-explaining my decision. -Mand, you can't.

Em -- Em, just leave it. Just leave it.

No, Steve.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

You shouldn't have to bear the brunt of all this.

It's my job, isn't it? So...

No one would blame you if you want to throw in the towel.

With your experience, you could have the pick of schools.

I'd make sure you got a good reference.

Think about it.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Is this a wind-up, miss? I can't do no more drama?

If you've got a problem with it,

you need to take it up with Ms. Carter.

It's a violation of our human rights.

-Well, hardly. -You can shut your mouth.

CHLOE: I don't know why you're kicking off.

You're the one who walked out of your exam.

-Enough, Chloe. -Ms. Carter's a joke.

Well, you know where Ms. Carter's office is.

Are you serious?

I can't defend something I don't believe in.

I'm not having this. Let's go.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

EMMA: Uh, Chloe?

Chloe?

You and Jordan. You're not...

You're joking. He's been in young offenders'.

I have some standards.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I have to know, Missy. Can you come with me?

Why aren't you with everyone else?

No point.

Gonna be dead by the time exams start.

That's not funny.

I'm not joking.

If I don't get Khadim his money, he's gonna kill me.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I know it's not much, but...

I've got to go.

Wait.

See you later.

[ Crowd shouting ]

What -- What are you doing? You can't just walk in here.

HAYLEY: Shouldn't have took me out of dance.

STEVE: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

First and foremost, what are you lot playing at?

Can't do no more graphics, sir.

Right.

Well, maybe if you'd got your head down,

we wouldn't be in this situation now, would we?

It's all right, Mr. Bell. I can handle this.

What you guys need to remember is that it's the core subjects

that you're gonna be judged on when you leave this place.

See, now you're just making excuses.

All you're worried about is your stupid league tables.

Easy, Mo. You don't even know what a league table is.

-[ Laughter ] -Ms. Keane's right.

You don't care about us.

Ms. Keane?

What...

[ Chuckles ] What are you doing?

We're staging a protest, sir.

-STEVE: Is it? -Yeah.

MANDY: Well, fine, then. Yeah.

If, uh, if that's the way you want to play it, um...

Mr. Bell, shall we...

Yeah. We should, um, we should go.

-Where are you going? -What?

No.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Just one thing before I go.

-Zain? -Yeah?

You know that graphic design course you want to do

-at college? -Yeah.

What exams do you need for that?

Uh, English and maths, miss.

What about your sports diploma, Mo?

Same.

[ Laughter ]

When the cleaner comes, get her to empty the bin.

-What's she doing? -That didn't work, did it?

-Where's she going? -Where's she going?

Mand. You sure about this?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hey.

Bye-bye.

Come on. Quickly. Back to class.

Choppity-chop-chop. Come on! Lively.

[ Laughs ]

Pshh!

Phew. [ Chuckles ]

What are you doing tonight?

Tonight?

Um, I promised my landlord a game of FIFA, haven't I?

Oh. Wow. [ Chuckles ]

Good luck, then.

-Have a good one. -Yeah.

You too.

[ Brakes hiss ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Laughter ]

GIRL: Who's that at the window, Mum?

I'll go.

No, no, no. I...I'll go.

[ Birds chirping ]

Do you want to come in, love?

No. No, I don't.

I think I've seen all I need to now.

How long?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

How long, Dad?

Since before you were born, love.

-AARON: Amy, Amy! -Daddy!

Nas! I want you to listen to me!

Why don't you go after her?

Don't leave it like this.

If you've come to tell me off, call me ill-disciplined,

irresponsible, bad influence...

That's why you got the job, isn't it?

[ Sighs ]

What's wrong?

Why has something got to be wrong?

'Cause the Bolshie, pain-in-the neck,

totally committed nutjob that I hired would never sit back

and let a bunch of kids fight her battles for her.

How long did they last?

Till the bell. [ Chuckles ]

Lightweights.

So?

Talk to me.

I'm your friend.

Are you?

'Cause you're not too bothered about friendship

when you're riding roughshod

over everything I worked towards.

That's not what I meant.

Well, you can't just take your pick.

Friend one minute, employee the next.

Fine. Um. right.

Well, at the moment, I'm concerned about your attitude

and your erratic behavior towards me

and the school that I'm running.

"Running"? Well, that's open for debate.

Let's talk about that, shall we?

Let's not, 'cause I won't have my decisions challenged

by you or anyone else.

I mean, if -- if you feel you can't accept them, Emma,

if that's what -- Emma.

If that's -- Emma!

[ Scoffs ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Engine idling ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Music continues ]

So are you gonna tell your mum?

Oh, my God. How am I gonna tell her that, Missy?

It's gonna break her heart.

What are you gonna do?

[ Voice breaking ] I don't know.

I don't know. I really don't know.

I love you, Nasreen Paracha.

[ Music continues ]

Where the bloody hell have you been?

[ Sighs ] Out with Missy. Why?

Come. Come.

NAVEED: Here she is.

Your mother tells us you've been at the library.

Beauty and brains. You've chosen well, son.

Always got her head stuck in a book, this girl.

Naveed's the same.

He's practically glued to that laptop.

MUJAHID: He's never been confident with girls.

Not like his dad, eh?

SADIA: He was always a sensitive child

until he took up ice skating.

MUJAHID: Still, we don't have to worry about that now.

Tonight my son becomes a man.

And I'd like to welcome you all to me family.

Thank you.

[ Clears throat ] And I'll second that.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Train passing in distance ]

[ Window squeaking ]

I thought that was you.

Uh, I've just got some papers

that I need to drop off for Sami.

Then come in. I'll put the kettle on.

Right.

He's been in a right mood since the wedding.

Well, I'm sure she doesn't want to hear about all this.

[ Clock ticking ]

Is that the time?

[ Exhales deeply ]

I've got to go and pick up Chloe.

Not so fast.

I want to know about you and that P.E. teacher.

You gave my Auntie Jamila quite a shock, I can tell you.

What, you and Will?

He's a bit young for you, isn't he?

MARYAM: Ignore him.

There's nothing wrong with a toy boy, is there?

[ Chuckles ]

I've really got to go, but thanks again for the tea.

Bye!

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

Bye!

What is he doing here?

I don't bloody know. He just turned up, didn't he?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Uh, Mum, I need to talk to you.

I'm just going to show her some photographs --

Now, please, Mum.

Excuse me.

NANA: [ Speaking Punjabi ]

If you will, uh, excuse me.

What's going on?

-Come here. -Huh?

Has he told you where I was today?

Now isn't the time, love.

Mum, Dad's got another family.

And I met them today.

Now, that's enough.

Turns out he's got a wife, he's got kids.

They all live in Bradford. Go on! Tell her!

[ Voice breaking ] I'm so sorry, Mum.

Mum? Did you hear what I just said?

He has been lying to us this whole time!

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. You knew, didn't you?

Oh, my God. [ Sobs ]

-Nasreen. -No. You get off me!

NAVEED: Is everything all right?

You made me do this,

when the whole time, you knew about Dad!

[ Music continues ]

Um, I'm really sorry. You -- You have to go.

Not so fast, young lady. We've got an engagement to plan.

Well, the engagement's off.

I-I don't understand.

Let me just spell it out to you. I don't want to marry your son.

Okay?

[ Whispering ] I'm so sorry.

[ Door opens ]

[ Sobs ]

[ Horn honking ]

Oh, that's Ms. Keane.

Well, we're walking.

[ Knock, door opens ]

Peace offering.

I've brought a salad in, so...

And it cost more than a fiver.

Oh. Well, if you've splashed out.

Oh, yeah. That was worth a fiver.

Thank God for that.

I'm gonna throw that salad in the bin.

[ Laughs ]

I just really care about those kids.

What, and you think I don't?

Look at Missy.

Drama is probably the only chance she stands

of getting a good grade.

And where's that gonna get her in the future, eh?

What do you think this is, Emma? Me just trying to save face?

-Well, isn't it? -No!

No.

I'm trying to keep this school open.

I mean, that's assuming you still want a job next term.

I'm not interrupting, am I?

Um, no.

I think we're done here.

Busy, then?

I assumed you would be the busy one,

trying to stop your factory from closing down.

The mattress business is in rude health.

I'm sure that's great comfort to all the people you've laid off.

I had a little think about your offer.

And?

I hate to break it to you, Sadiq,

but I'm not going anywhere.

Do you fancy a drink after work?

It's, uh, two-for-one on Jager bombs.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Did you not enjoy the...

the other night?

You want the truth?

I can't even remember it.

I was that drunk. I blotted it out.

Listen.

If you're worried about people at work finding out --

What is it with you?

Them stupid shorts cut off the blood supply to your brain

or something?

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

SAMI: I didn't know you did home visits.

I don't know.

It was stupid. I...

It won't happen again.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

What are you doing here?

Oh, I don't know.

Thought I'd borrow a book.

Well, don't do it again.

[ Bell rings ]

[ Music continues ]

Cheese and pickle, hmm?

It's good for the brain, isn't it?

How long have you known?

A couple of months after we get married,

your father say he has work in Pakistan.

Wait. So...he was with her?

And then one day I get a phone call from Auntie Fatima,

and she has seen them in the Woolworths.

Why didn't you leave him?

How could I?

I was just a young girl from Pakistan.

Your father was all I knew.

-I tried to be good wife. -You were, Mum!

But I wasn't enough for him, was I?

Hmm?

Men have choices.

And we just have to do what we're told.

I don't like it either,

but that's just the way it is, puttar.

I want you to have the happy life.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Then let me be with someone that I love.

It is going to be so hard for you.

I know, Mum. I know.

But I'm not you.

[ Music continues ]

The engagement's off.

You wait.

We are gonna find you the fittest girl in Ackley Bridge.

After me, of course.

Of course.

All we need to do now is sort out what to do with this cash.

Oh, actually, I've been thinking about that.

Well, half this town's broke, isn't it?

So?

So how about we give a bit back?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

MISSY: Are you sure about this?

NASREEN: Trust me.

[ Crowd shouting ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Music continues ]

That's all I've got.

[ Engine idling ]

Let's call it interest.

Interest?

Forty quid a day till the debt's paid.

[ Window whirring ]

Nas.

Missy.

Do you reckon when you're some highflier with a flash job,

we'll still be mates?

[ Laughs ] Of course we will.

Even if I'm in the chicken shop?

Listen. Don't knock it.

You might get free chips.

Or you could try and pass your GCSEs

and, you know, make something of your life.

I suppose.

Yeah.

Right. That's settled then, yeah?

Right?

All we need to do now is find me a girlfriend.

-Whoo! -Shh!

Oh, my God.

Ms. Keane was snogging Mr. Qureshi!