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It was just a kiss, all right? And did you enjoy it? Yes, I enjoyed it. I

should, um, I'm gonna go.

You made me feel like we had something special, like we was dance champions.

Now you're telling me it meant nothing.

Nothing.

Got your ticket?

Yep. Passport?

Yep. Flex appeal?

Always.

You could come and visit me, you know.

In New Zealand? There's loads of fit blokes out there, and they're not fussy.

One of them's banged a fancy.

In case you hadn't noticed, I'm already in a relationship.

Yeah, question is, who with?

Don't start.

So you've spoken to him, then?

Not yet, no.

But I will.

Oh, I wish you didn't have to go back.

Me too. Because your dog's dinner of a love life's more entertaining than

Britain's Got Talent.

Fuck off, you're boring me now.

I'm reaching out to you.

Can you hear my call?

Right,

we've worked out what we're doing for your birthday.

Now, I know it's your party in the night, but how about an American soft

breakfast in the morning, followed by an afternoon up the BMX track?

Charis has never even been on a BMX. You're coming, are you? I don't know.

of course Charis is coming. Yes, you do.

Look, I thought everything was cool between you now.

It is.

So what's the problem?

Oh, do you know what? I've had a gutful of you both. He's my best mate. She's my

girlfriend. Get over it, the two of you. And I'm walking out now, and it's not

going to be very dignified because they're going to clamber down the

Don't go, look, I'm sorry. I am well pissed off.

It's all your fault.

Yeah, all right.

You shouldn't have made that film.

Shane. Bea, the butcher's here.

He's wearing your chain.

It's not her chain.

It's the mayor's chain.

And seen as I'm the acting mayor right now... Well, you didn't waste much time

jumping into my democratically elected grave, did you?

Andy Brenda, you haven't been answering my calls. Correct.

The council executive meets tomorrow at 12, where they'll decide whether or not

to reinstate you.

Please attend.

What do you think I am, George the Butcher?

A glutton for Wattenham? I'm not standing there before you to be

a medieval jester.

Then we'll decide in your absence.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have male duties to fulfil.

I'm presenting Dylan, the do -gooding dragon, with his cheque for the kiddies'

ward. Yeah.

Watch how you go, pal.

You might trip over that colossal ego of yours.

One of the highlights of the mayoral calendar, that is.

Presenting Dylan the do -gooding dragon.

It's a big wee fella in a costume, you tube.

He's not an actual dragon.

Oh, shut up.

It's your fault I'm in this mess in the first place. How many times? I'm sorry,

OK? Sorry won't put that chain back around my neck, good boy.

Rob, it's me.

Give me a ring, will you?

I need to tell you something.

No, she means her fluffy deck.

The one with the eye.

We'll give it a wash, babe.

OK. See you.

Sorry about that.

I don't know how you do it.

Juggle work with family life. No, talk on the phone while smoking and holding a

coffee.

Oh, look at the time. You've still not shown.

He didn't turn up till lunchtime yesterday and he looked terrible.

Oh, look out.

The shop floor is abandoned.

For what do I owe you pay?

Inside, please. Sloppity -chop.

Someone paid him for a breakdown. You mark my words.

I can find me not the diary. Where is it, please?

It's right in front of you, babe, on the desk.

Yeah, well, good.

This place is very disorganised. I expect better.

Sorry. How may a business survive if its staff care not for their work?

It must be loved and nurtured, like so many things of life, not rejected or

strangled or stamped upon.

Hmm.

I expect from you both more commitment.

And concentration.

I'm so sorry, but I've got to get this. Yes?

I know the squeak is broke. You have to do the noise for her.

In an American accent.

You know, like... Quack, quack, little ducky.

Yeah.

We have three home visits today and a meeting with the seller of shrouds.

I am afraid you will both have to with it all, deal?

For I am indisposed.

Dean!

My dear, home at last.

Hey. Look what I got you.

Yeah, nice.

Listen, Carl, I've been thinking, and I'm sorry for neglecting you.

I took my eye off of the balls.

But all that's going to change.

I'm yours, my beast.

Yours and no one else's.

Fucking hell!

I feel like a soldier returning from the war.

Except I haven't got a gun, like, or a helmet.

Don't be disgusting.

But who's Genevieve?

I don't know.

No, Dean.

Listen, I've been doing a lot of thinking myself, like.

I'm talking up the rigging with Fat Les.

He reckons we should be more spiritual, like.

Who's Fat Les when he's at home? He says I've got to stop treating you like a

sex machine.

He says I've got to buy you dinner and get inside that complicated head of

yours.

So tonight, Nadine Patricia Bevan, I am taking you up the frisky fox.

Thank you.

And if we get it right, it'll be the biggest contract the company's ever won.

Dave Marshall is one of the leading... Maria, I know, but we can't force him to

choose us.

Look, you go on ahead.

I've got to make a quick call.

Don't be late.

Hey, gorgeous.

You in Cardiff?

Just arrived.

Literally 27 miles away. Hmm.

Can't wait to see you.

I got the cake.

Excellent. How's my boy?

Oh, he's beautiful.

I've got so much to do for this party.

I'll be glad when Beyonce picks him up, to be honest.

What time's she coming?

She texted last night from the airport.

Wants to lie in this morning to get over the jet lag.

What? Two -hour flight from Magaluf? She's incredible.

Yeah, I know.

Don't take any of her nonsense still. You know what she's like.

Yeah, um, listen, babe, I've got to go.

I'm parked on Double Yellows. I'll catch you later, yeah?

Rob?

This is Rob

Morgan. Leave a message.

Hi, it's me.

I just missed you.

Try me again, yeah?

We really need to talk.

Listen, George, it's about Brenda's tribunal. She's really upset and I was

wondering if... No.

Councillor Davis, it's about Brenda's tribunal. Look, I know what it's about.

Can't go on lying. It's about Auntie Brenda.

Hey, pal.

Yeah?

Are you Tim Rees -Evans from Only Men Allowed?

I am.

Do you want a selfie?

Uh, not quite.

I can't stop. I just need back from my charger.

Well, well on. 30 seconds to keep your husband, don't you?

Sorry.

It's just Ivan's getting worse. This morning he was proper bonkers. I don't

what's the matter with him, but he's basically left me and Bob's to man the

chef. Oh, calm down.

Now this.

Nick! Yeah, in you... I need some advice.

Well, yeah, now's not a good time, but... No, it's fine. I've got to get

I'll see you kids. I'll see you tonight, love. I don't know what time.

That was Zoe.

Bert. What's up, bro?

Oh, Luke, I'm in a right mess.

Perhaps if you put some ribbon around it, people won't notice.

Are you serious?

Yes.

For Jamie's birthday, I made loads and loads of cupcakes and piled them up in a

pyramid, didn't I, Pratt? Yes, I tennoffed them and then I said... I'll

same for you if you like. Really?

Isn't she the kindest, sweetest person, Stella?

It won't take me long and Jamie can out.

Kind and beautiful and ravishing.

Noreen, what do you reckon?

Oh, that'd be amazing. Thank you.

You're going to need a beer for your birthday, Jan. Me and him just flew in

we are ravaged. Aren't we, Hen?

Hola.

Well, actually, they stopped serving breakfast an hour ago.

Where the hell have you been?

Sal!

Oh, my God. I missed my flight, didn't I?

You could have rung.

Oh, you're my darling.

Pedro, this is my little baby Jackson.

Pero qué guapo que es. Y es que es clavadito a la madre.

You're drunk.

I know. I just come home from my holidays.

You were meant to be having Jackson back. Eleven o 'clock, you said.

I'll take him with me now. It's fine.

No, it's not fine. Because you're in no fit state to look after a baby.

So I'm going to have to look after him, aren't I? But then again, you knew that,

didn't you?

Thanks, baby. You're a star. By the way, this is Pedro.

Hola.

You pick him up first thing tomorrow and you better be bloody sober.

Michael's going to be furious about this.

Hola.

Come on.

Squeeze it out.

Can't breathe.

Can't be my legs.

Excellent.

They wouldn't be called suicide runs if they were easy.

Don't turn anywhere, you big wuss.

I don't get it.

I was bringing me up here and beasting me.

Can you help me stop thinking about Cerys?

It's all about perspective, isn't it? What are you thinking about now, your

or Cerys?

Cerys.

Oh, Christ, you got it bad.

You know when you and Zoe got together, you just knew she was the one, didn't

you?

Yeah.

The only one plain sailing, Lenny Mac gave me a run for my money and a few

eyes into the bargain.

Some things are worth fighting for, though, aren't they, Luke?

What are you saying about?

How she had the nerve to go in there and purchase lamb chops from a butcher who

butchered the career of her favourite aunt, I will never know. Oh, don't

I got enough on my plate without you having a go.

I see that philandering solicitor from Wolverhampton have lumbered you again

with his love child.

Auntie Brenda, my Michael is a good person. He is honest and loyal and...

lovely. So lay off of him, will you?

I'm sorry.

You're right.

It's this council tribunal, it is, Del.

It have turned me all bitter and twisted. I don't recognise the person

become. Look, just... Turn up there tomorrow, calmly fight your corner and

them the truth. You did not inhale.

Good God, I'm not actually going to turn up. The whole thing's a travesty. I'd

be humiliated beyond belief.

Fair enough.

Though I never had you down as a coward, Auntie Brian.

I'll have half a chicken breast and two of them kebabs, please, George the

Butcher.

Hey, shouldn't you be keeping cow strength there?

Got a lovely bit of rump on offer.

Much more meaty than your kebabs.

Don't be disgusting.

And you can stop staring at me and all, Salamora.

Boring into me with them judgment lies.

Oh, never said nothing.

Nobody thought it.

Let me tell you something.

It was a huge mistake me kissing Ivan Slosh. Slosh?

and an even bigger one telling you about it.

Nadine, I'm the last person to judge.

Hey, what about your kebabs?

George. Now, listen, I hope you haven't come to have a go about Aunty Brenda.

I've already had that useless as a benefit on my doorstep.

No, I've come to order a side of ham and two dozen chipolatas for Ben's party.

Right, yes, well, call it 25 quid and collect it tomorrow.

I'll just check the orders.

There's nothing down here for Lemon Cottage. No, he ran last week and

Who robbed it?

Robbed it what?

Rob Morgan.

Cancelled his order.

Aye. He robbed and gone, by all accounts.

Be with you now in a minute.

Give me a couple of hours and I'll let you have my decision.

But it's fair to say you can be optimistic.

Fantastic. Anything we can help with, just call. Will do.

Cheers.

Right, well, I don't want to get straight back on the train, so how about

invite me to your place for dinner?

Or do they call it tea down there?

Oh, go away, Ben.

Keris, I need you.

You're unbelievable.

What? You need me. No, what I mean is I... I'm your best friend's girlfriend.

You should be ashamed.

No. I need you to help me sort this mess up with little Al. He said he won't

come to my party.

I know.

Do not go in the kitchen.

Why? It's a secret.

Shh.

I've known him since I was six and three quarters.

I'd never do anything to hurt him.

What?

Even if I felt the same way about you?

But you don't.

What if I did?

Did anyone come near you?

Friendship's more important than a fling with the most gorgeous girl in

Ponterberry.

Write down, sir.

You passed the test.

What? Because I said you're the most gorgeous girl in Ponterberry?

No, Stafford.

Because you said friendship's more important.

So, yes.

I'll help you.

Rob, I've been calling you all day. What's going on?

This afternoon, Georgia Butcher tells me you've upped and gone. Then I get a

message saying I'm fine, I'm in London.

Doing what, for God's sake?

Look, that kiss last week was stupid and childish.

I knew it was lovely as well, but then kissing you always was lovely.

But I... I can't kiss you anymore, OK?

That's what I wanted to say.

I wanted to tell you to stop it. Stop kissing me!

All right?

I'm with Michael now, and I love him. I really, really love him.

That's not to say I don't love you, but I don't love you, you know, like that. I

love you like an old friend, because that's what we are, isn't it?

Oh, my God.

I'm worried about you now. Are you all right?

God, I hope you're all right, because I just... Maria?

Guess what?

We've got a visitor.

Maria?

Hi, Stella.

Hello, little man.

What are you still doing here?

So, I can expect to see you there then, can I? Oh, yes.

But can we bring Donkey? If you like.

Though I suspect there'll be enough dumbasses in the place already.

No offence. Oh, and you'll need to look through these.

Right.

Clem, Marge, Glenn, Donkey, you may as well be the first to know.

I've decided I'm going to clear my name and get my old job back.

At least attempt to.

Ah, the warrior returns.

Yep. I'm going to go to that tribunal tomorrow with my head held high and

my truth.

My name is Auntie Brenda, and I did not inhale.

Won't be needing this after all, Ed Clem. Are you kidding?

If that woman is defending herself, she's going to need all the help she can

get.

We've been looking all over for you. Well, now you have me found.

We've been at the shop till now, working our fingers to the bum.

I've rearranged all the files and I've cleared out all the cabinets.

Good. I expect no less.

Yes, but we can only do so much.

Hiya, Luke.

Yeah, I'm coming now.

Yeah.

So, are you going to tell us what's occurring?

Because I've been where you are, babe, and right now my depression radar's

berserk. And I ain't leaving this pub until you tell me everything.

I've tried so hard, Opsie.

With the undertaker? But yes, of course you do. You did.

And it's doing really well. No, not with the damn, bloody, damn, flipping,

bloody undertakers. I couldn't give two fags about the funeral business.

Count, I'm talking of my breaking heart.

I tried so hard for two my feelings fight, but they have me consumed.

I am in love.

With me?

Oh, Christ.

Good heavens, no, not you.

Miss Bevan?

Slash?

Schloss.

Knock me sideways

on a seesaw. I warned you from the get -go to stay away from Nadine Beboken.

Would you listen? No.

What did he say?

You been trotting a fox while her husband's up a rig?

No, no, no. Let me assure you, her honour remains spotlessly intact.

I trotted not the fox of Miss Bevan.

We merely kissed.

Drink not.

You bet your bar and dolly, you bad -ass boy.

Right, now listen to me, dear. Is she well?

Look at me.

Look, look, look at me.

Is she aware of how you feel?

No. She believes I hate her.

Well, that's a start, I suppose.

Please, Bobsey, you must not do another person breathe a bitter word.

Cross my heart and trough the pie.

Okay, so deep breaths.

Pick yourself up.

Walk away.

Walk away.

I'm just a jealous guy.

I mean, what was she thinking, Stella? Drinking during the day? I don't know. A

teenager would be more responsible than her, and she's 29.

When you think about all the people desperate to become parents, and she

like that, it makes me think I should, you know... What?

Go for custody.

Are you mental?

I hope you know a good lawyer.

Why? He'd have a better life living with us. You can't deny that.

You've had too much wine, good boy.

Michael, you know as well as I do the chances of successfully taking a mother

court. Unless she's being negligent.

Hang on. She made one mistake.

You can't take a baby off... So why are you defending her? Anyway, it's not like

Jackson was in danger.

Well, no, but he could have been.

Ah, Dave Marshall.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Michael.

Sorry. Oh, it's OK.

I've just not had the best of days, that's all.

I could have done without a dinner guest.

She's not staying tonight, is she?

Yeah, I said she could squeeze in bed with us. You don't mind, do you?

He's signed.

He's bloody signed.

Fantastic. Oh, congratulations.

On condition you lead the project.

Really? Yeah.

It'll mean a bonus for you and a lot of travel.

So, do I have your commitment, Michael?

100 %?

Yeah, of course.

Good.

Now, if I hurry, I'll make the last train to London.

Can I hail a taxi on the street?

Try the top of the road.

I hope you're proud of him, Stella.

This is going to be the highlight of his career.

I'll see you Monday.

Bye. Bye.

Wow.

Sorry,

babe. What time do you call this? I've been slaving over a hot stove while

you've been down in pints in the pub.

Shut up.

Seriously, your tea is in the oven.

Oh, thanks.

Go on, put your feet up. I'll bring it over.

Jack waited up as long as he could, by the way. Oh, bless him.

Ain't the drawing good?

When did you there?

Today. Went to feed the ducks.

Well, to be honest, Sophie had more bread than them, but still.

There we go.

There's Sophie in her pram, there's Jack, and there I am.

Oh, look at me on the end.

No, I think that's a duck.

Oh, you weren't... You know, you weren't there, were you?

No.

Well, I'll see you later then, Mikey.

We'll try our best.

What about you, Carl?

Oh, do I have to, bud? I feel all right, Burke.

Come on, Carl. That's for a very good cause.

You're not giving Ben that there, Carl.

Oh, come on, Stelman.

The Dean don't want it.

You're not surprised?

Ben!

Won't be long now.

I'm going to lie in, I expect.

It's not like him.

He used to be up with a crack on his birthday.

When he was six, maybe.

But our baby boy's all grown up now, Carl.

Aye.

Where's Nadine?

Oh, she said she wanted some space.

She's a bit under the weather at the moment.

Maybe you ought to talk to her, Press.

Must be hard, you know.

You've been away all the time.

Yeah, I know.

She's emotionally bankrupt because of the baby.

Fat Les told me that.

Did he?

Yeah, well, I hope you sort things out.

Because I never thought I'd say this, but you two are good together.

Yeah.

We're much better suited than you and me ever were.

Is there a birthday boy in the house?

Kitty! Hiya.

Oh. All right?

Look, someone left Ben this beautiful bear for his birthday.

Where's Dad?

Birthday!

What a magnificent tower of sponge... sponges. Good, isn't it?

Stella will be made up, but what is this?

Thaphead? Well... That's his nickname, isn't it?

Is it?

That's what Jamie told me. Said Ben loves people calling him Sapper.

Yeah, he loves it.

Right.

You clever little scamp.

The Ponty Berry Mary Berry.

Come on.

Oh, Mr. Schloss.

Do you know how it feels when your heart simply soars?

No, but I know how it feels when you decide to rip your own heart from your

chest and violently stamp upon it simply to observe what is morally correct and

proper.

Right, well, nice to chat.

You've had it off now, Jack.

You joining us, Ivan?

No, I needs must be alone at this time.

Oh, Clem, I'm that nervous. My mouth is dry as an old -school zap.

Thank you, drop of the old mother courage.

Oh, yes, that'll go down well, won't it? Me rolling into the council chamber,

ten sheets to the wind. George the Butcher will have me down as a drunk as

as a druggie.

You didn't inhale, Bea. Just hold on to that fact. And don't forget, I've got

your back.

Yeah.

Aunty Brenda, ready for you now?

Right. You go in, Bea. I've just got to... Oh, I might have guessed.

When the going gets tough, Clem Draper gets going. No, it's not like... Well,

there you are.

I've managed all these years without you. Why should today be any different?

Shall we?

Yeah.

I remember my 18.

1986 it was.

Year of the tiger.

I was of the prawn. All right?

Casey Bear.

For the bear.

Hi, Dad.

Hello, little bird.

No answer, then.

No, I knocked on the door for ages.

Della said you're going for custody.

Well, thinking about it, yeah. Oh, you're on a hive into nothing there, but

woman always wins. Not necessarily, Carl.

And Nadine said, although she do adore the beer, she don't want you to have it.

Thanks, Dad.

All right?

Have a good stay in there.

Cheers, mate.

Kerry said you and her have had a chat, and you sorted.

You're mates, like, for real this time.

Yeah, we're mates.

Right. Well, we haven't got you a present yet.

No, sorry.

But we're definitely coming to the party.

Oh, wicked.

Great. Well, now we've got that sorted out, you'd better open them presents,

because we've all got to make a move.

Right.

And that is why I feel I should be granted the same leniency and what you

as the 42nd President of the United States of America, Bill, what's his

Clinton.

The end.

Thank you.

Is that it?

Yes, Judge, the butcher.

That's it.

Auntie Brenda, you stand accused of bringing this council into disrepute.

I've heard your defense.

I will now come for it.

Please, come on.

Yes, sir.

I couldn't find no one to buy you a pint.

Auntie Brenda Draper, we have taken into account your plea

and your apology, but I'm afraid it cuts with us. No, mustard.

Wait. Just wait.

Let me show you something.

It'll take two minutes.

No longer.

Please.

For the love of Max Boyce, are you drunk?

No.

Well, not much.

Look, what you're about to hear and see is the reason why you should reinstate

my Brenda as mayor of Ponteberry.

Are you ready?

This better be good, Clem Druper.

Take it away, Timmy.

One, two, three, four.

Because she's got massive hair.

Actually, we won last quiet standing, you cheeky kids. That's beside the

The decision made here is ours.

And it is final. George the Butcher is right.

It is our decision.

Popular support is crucial. And the people have spoken.

Well, some, actually.

Anyway, I propose we reinstate Auntie Brenda as Mayor of Ponterbury with

immediate effect.

All those in agreement?

Yeah,

let's do it.

You called me my Brenda.

Always. Well, then you are.

Take me. The trouble's sliding very fast.

Hurry up, man, Carl. They'll be doing the cake any minute.

You should have done this hours ago.

What about Benny boy, Benny boy?

You're now a man.

You're not a toy.

For God's sake, Carl, just put I love you.

Nah, that's boring, that is.

When was the last time you said I love you, Carl?

I'm not saying it.

No way.

Mr. Morris, I could not help but overhear.

All right.

You are right to be afraid of love.

Eh? Evan, I... For love deceives.

It withers and destroys, like acid on a fattened hat.

Here we are, then.

A good evening bid you.

Spend then.

These deeper shit might not want to need.

Yeah.

You got a scissors?

Oh, kitchen drawer.

Okay.

I'm going to look up that quote from Rezvar Dog. If we've got time, we can

it on the front. Cool.

We'd better get a move on.

Okay.

Can't you see?

One, two, three.

My baby's over here.

They'll be 18 one day. Hard to believe, isn't it?

They grow up so quickly, my girl.

Oh, love.

I hope my mum begs them.

Oh, nice one.

It's our bed. Yeah, your nickname, isn't it? Jamie told me.

I don't believe this.

Shut up.

Can you look after him for a minute?

I don't want to say anything stupid.

What the hell are you playing at?

Mikey, how's the party going? Good turnout.

Where have you been the past two days?

I know. We tried phoning you, texting you, trying to call you at your house.

Also, I've had petrol.

Well, uh... I can report you to social services.

What for? My baby's there for his dad and step -mom.

But we're not some cost -free babysitting service.

Calm down. Regretting me a social life now, is it?

Pedro's my first fella in yonks. I don't give a toss about Pedro.

All I care about is my son.

And you may as well know... Oh, don't do this to my cat. I intend to have him

with me.

Permanently. You what?

I'm on custody.

I'm taking you to court.

No, you're not.

Watch me.

Thanks, Del. I'd take him off you now. No, I really don't mind. Look, if you

know what they say about she -cats and their kittens, Mike, scratch your eyes

out, you get too close.

You want to fight?

Bring it on, old man.

Come on, Pez, let's put my baby to bed.

Hola.

Don't you mind if I go home? No, of course not. I won't be long.

I love you.

Don't worry, it'll all be all right.

But there's one person I want to pay special tribute to tonight, and that's

best mate, Little Al.

Who I haven't seen yet. Is he here?

Oh, I'm here, all right. Oh, brilliant. Little Al, everyone.

I've got you a director's chair for your birthday.

Oh, nice one. Because you like directing films, don't you?

Yeah? Films about other people's girlfriends.

No, I wanted to go with her. Let me explain.

You know how much I love her. Yeah, and that's why I never, ever do nothing

about her. Look, I'm sorry, OK?

Too late, treat her.

Come on, boys.

You're my best mate.

That's always going to come first.

I admire your enthusiasm.

The thing is, like you said, it's a lot of hours and it's going to impact on my

being at home.

So I'm not going to take it on. My family has to come first.

You know as well as I do that Dave Marshall has only given us the contract

condition that you're involved.

I know. Without you, we lose the job.

Yes, and I'm sorry.

Then you leave me no option.

You're dismissed.

Consider yourself on gardening leave for three months.

Hi. They're all at the party.

Um, yeah.

Bit noisy for me, I'm afraid. I just bought these for Ben.

Um, come in.

Sorry, yeah. Come in. Thanks.

I've got company.

Have you?

How was you?

Oh, it was a cake fight.

It was mint.

It wasn't.

Dad, you hated it.

You all right?

Not really, no.

Still, um, look.

What?

Mum, Rob's here.

Oh, yeah, Rob's here.

Oh, my God, has he said something to you? No, not at all. He's done what's

wrong.

Yeah, but what were you going to tell me? Nothing, it's not urgent.

Rob, on the other hand, has some good news.

Wanderer returns, then, is it?

Oh, hello.

Stella, I'd like you to meet Suzanne.

Hi. Enchantée. I've heard so much about you.

Sorry. It's been quite a party.

Yeah, and you've been in London, then? To see a new consultant.

We've had a second opinion.

About the surgery?

And he's agreed to do it. Isn't that fantastic?

God, yeah.

Oh, fair enough.

Miss Kidd.

Sorry I've been so cloak and

dagger.

I've just been a bit rushed.

It's fine.

I'm just glad you're all right.

I got your voicemail.

Good.

Rob, come on, open the champagne. Let's celebrate.

I

don't

think you and I can be just friends.

You can drink again.

Again. Jackson is in your way.

I only said you were the dad because you're loaded.

There's something I want to talk to you about.

Something important.