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I think Alwyn might be dead.

57 hits and counting on the Ponty Partners mobile app?

Never. Can I stay with you for a bit?

No. I knew you wouldn't say no.

I want you to look after all the money, Zoe. Put it in your account.

What Luke said is true. I can't just stop being a dad to her.

You just don't want to be a husband to me.

Right,

one touch.

I've been doing one touch.

Yes.

Hey, Glenn, go and go for us a minute, will you?

All right, but on your head be it.

On your head be it, mate.

Oh, oh, Bonnie!

Sorry, Stella.

Now, just then, when Mummy's telling you a story, right, like the billy goat

scrub which I'm telling you, just try and listen, all right, babe?

OK, we'll start again.

Then this billy goat was like... But it looked lovely... Mrs Michael, leave a

message. Hi, Michael, it's me.

Um... I got them pulled two years past, so I'll just drop it in on my way to the

hospital, is there?

Be OK.

Bye. OK.

But the other baby boy was like, I don't know, mate. I've got a bad feeling

about that bridge.

Take me back, boot.

No, thanks.

Yancey! Your boyfriend's been pilfering Mrs. McKenzie's grave again.

Bugger off. Launders his finest bees.

Oh, someone has splashed out.

Cheers, Bob.

Excuse me.

Are we back on then, Queen Bee?

In your dreams, but.

Can I have a fag then?

All right, Kate.

Cackers, you are blocking my doorway.

All right.

Keep it cock on.

Yeah.

Sorry to come so early.

It's just that your Auntie Bren wants to sort my unscattering.

I'm thinking tomorrow morning, up the mountain, you'll have Nish okay for you?

Oh, no, I'm on the early shift tomorrow, sorry.

Could you do your rounds a bit quicker? Get away sooner, like.

I can barely get round the ward as it is.

Dying people are so selfish, make it all about them, you know.

Thanks for that.

Hey, I tell you what, why don't we do it this evening when I finish?

Oh, no can do, kid.

Mum's busy tonight.

Matt.

Nana Koch?

Yeah, to expand.

Well, if you must know, I'm doing a seance.

Well, not me, Cheryl.

She's a big one for the spirits, is Cheryl.

She's going to contact Mam and ask her who my real father is.

You round later, Jack. I thought I'd pop in after Jen's bongo class to go

through a few bits with the dating app. Of course. And talking of dating... You

don't even have to ask, babe.

You can have three months at membership on the out.

Oh, no, it wasn't... That's the least we can do for all the help you've been.

You said yourself it's time to move on. Well, Fonty Partners has you a bus

ticket to the next stop.

And we ain't talking Megabeth neither.

We're talking Megabeth Gold.

So long.

Hope you're OK.

Bye.

Megabeth.

Do you think some women only hear what they want to hear?

No. That's all women.

And all men.

Basically, we're a very self -motivated species, an absolutely hateful race.

Oh, full of the joy of springs this morning, I see.

Jack, I am living in a shitty little pub. Shitty? Having walked away from a

highly paid job and glamorous new life in Dubai.

And I found out last week, as did everyone else in Ponterberry, that I'm

father of my baby girl.

Every negative must have a positive, my friend.

Forgive me, but I am struggling to find the positive now.

Have you read the biography of Mr. Piers Morgan?

Strangely not.

You know, you may find it helps.

There's a chapter in there about looking for even the tiniest of positives to

focus on when everything else has turned to flipping mush.

Right.

Hiya. Good morning, Stella.

Stella.

Did you get my message?

By the post?

Yes. Anyway, you didn't answer, so...

Doesn't matter.

Listen, I need a fever.

I had a call from the baby clinic just now.

They've had a cancellation and they said Holly can go in for a check -up.

But it's at 11 .30 it is and I can't make it, so... Do you reckon you could

her instead?

Do you know what we forgot to do?

Cheesy fingers.

I'm not a lover myself, but they're very moorish. Never mind feeding them. You

shouldn't even be having them round in the first place.

Well, how else am I supposed to find out who my father was, can I? She wouldn't

say when she was alive. Why would she start talking now?

Perhaps death have loosened her tongue.

Please, Bren.

You can't be meddling with things like this.

It's a sniff and whisker away from devil worship.

Oh, shut up, man.

Why would be Elizabeth give a shit about anyone in Ponterberry?

This is just a nice little informal chat with our dead mother.

That's all.

All right, bud?

Why?

Do you a friend of my dad?

You're Rob's son?

Luke.

I'm Will.

Will Morgan.

Rob's younger brother.

Shut up.

Hey, that's no way to talk to your uncle.

No way.

Are you serious? What are you doing here?

Well, seeing as I didn't make the funeral, I thought it was time to pay my

respects.

So here I am.

Thank you, Karen.

You're going to come home with Daddy now, and then we'll go to the park

Oh, how'd it go?

Oh, I thought you couldn't make it.

Just got off now. I'd have still been too late. All fine. I've got the notes

here. Thanks.

Listen, I'm on early lunch, am I?

Fancy getting a quick bike tweet?

Um, yeah, sure.

Come on, then.

Any joy with the job hunting?

Not yet. A couple of freelance possibilities, but nothing concrete.

Oh, well.

Something's bound to come along.

It's only been a week.

Listen, Michael, I wanted to ask you something.

You planned this lunch, didn't you? Mm -hm.

The thing is, don't you think it'd be nice if once, maybe twice a week, you'd

come over the house for tea?

Get into some kind of routine till we know what's happening next?

Because it'd be good for Holly, you know, if we keep doing stuff as a

like.

Yeah, I suppose so.

What do you think, Mrs?

Hmm? A good idea?

It's a little good, isn't it?

So, how about tonight?

This is surreal.

I know you'd argue, like, but he never said what about.

Is that why you didn't come to the funeral?

Guilty. Bloody idiots, the pair of us.

Well, look, if it's any consolation, he never said a bad word about you to me.

Really? Like he never said a word, good or bad, but you get what I'm saying.

I do.

Thanks, Luke.

You sticking around for long, then?

A day or two, maybe.

There's a pub that does rooms.

The Fox? The Fox, yeah. Yeah.

Well, listen, once he's settled in on that, why don't you come over to the

house? Meet Zoe and the kids.

Fill us in on the last God knows how many years.

I'd like that.

Yeah, my mum would like to see you and all.

Oh, Stella.

Love of my brother's life. She was 16 the last time I saw her.

She's a bit older now.

Uncle Will Morgan.

Another fox. Is that the one down here on the right?

Yeah.

And we do need a block button on the app.

I'm not being harsh, but you've got to be able to stop uglies getting in touch,

especially if you've done them like myself.

Well, you are very attractive, Nadine.

Exactly.

Right.

Oh, I think that's it.

Oh, I have to say that I've signed you up and you've already got a couple of

matches. Oh, I didn't want you to do that.

That's just the nerves talking, Jack.

If you need some moral support, you can always double date.

Now, just so you know, I've said on your profile that you're into extreme sports

and you're six foot four.

Let's face it, no one wants a boyfriend under six foot four. But I am under six

foot four.

So? She's not going to bring a tape measure with her, is she?

Can I help you, boyfriend?

Oh, hi there. I was wondering if I could book a room.

Of course.

Standard or premium? The premium is much more comfortable.

Okay, I'll go with the premium.

Great. If you could just sign in with a guest card.

Jonesy, can I get the key to room number four, please?

Oh, my God.

Who's that?

A customer.

He is like my perfect man.

Hot, brooding, and not afraid to go premium.

Didn't even ask the price.

Second thoughts, what is my password for this dating app?

Look, you are going over the road tonight, aren't you?

Cos I don't want you buzzing around when Mike tells you.

Charming. Chucking me out in the street like a bag of recycling.

We're babysitting for you.

Yeah, well, I'm out here playing pool with my mate.

Back by 10 .30, please. School night.

Oh, do I have to?

Oh, you're hilarious.

Hi, everyone.

Oh, your racket.

Hi. Hi.

Someone's put a fun -sized crunchy through the door.

Give it.

It's chocolate.

For Beyonce.

Beyonce, I loves you!

Just sod off, you grubby little dog.

I'll get it.

Can I just say, I don't approve of this nonsense one jot.

Evening. Come in, come in.

My brother, he's a non -believer.

Ken, you're a fool.

What was that about fishing in the past?

Oh, don't encourage him, man. That's what I'm cooking here for.

Dr Kipper, Terry the fish gave me last week. I know they're in the house

somewhere. Open the spirits and help her find them.

It was the best I could do last minute.

You need seven for a spiritual circle, apparently, and you wouldn't join in. No

fear. I've got better things to do with my time.

Doodle pip.

Hiya. Oh, sorry I'm late.

Stella took ages making my tea.

Never mind that. Sit yourselves down.

Is he all right?

Don't look a lot.

Aw.

Come on, then.

Won't be long now before Billy's placed with his new family.

We found someone, eh? Oh, it's indefinite.

He's looking pretty positive.

Anyway, when he does go, I was wondering... How about

you do come home?

Oh, he hasn't said no, still.

There's hope yet.

See, you can have our bedroom and I'll move into the box room.

Ridiculous. Don't mind.

At least we'll all be under one roof.

Ma 'am, you upstairs?

Oh, that's it.

Luke? Oi, oi. Got a surprise for you, ma 'am.

Recognise this fella?

Er, no.

And it's only the Will Morgan.

Oh, my God.

I haven't seen you since you were this high.

Little Willie.

Oh, please don't use that nickname.

Sorry, Prash.

Oh, my God. Come here.

It's so nice to see you.

Oh, you too, Ed? Yeah, I'm great, thanks.

And you haven't changed a bit, Stella, of course.

Jackson, actually.

Stella Jackson and my husband, Michael.

Hiya, mate.

Didn't realise you was here.

Michael Jackson?

I know. Mad, innit?

Michael. This is my Uncle Will, Rob's brother.

Oh, right.

Good to meet you.

Don't just stand there.

Can I get you some dead drink?

It's all we do, the kids want some in. Yeah, go on, they love a juice.

Now, who's hoping to reach out to a loved one tonight?

I'm after my Auntie Jackie's curried sausage recipe, I am. Quite specific,

we'll give it a pop.

When did Auntie Jackie pass over?

She ain't dead.

Now she moved up to Diga.

Whenever my mum fell out, they don't speak no more. So I was hoping she

the recipe with my granny Annie, who is dead.

I want to ask about my love life.

Serious? You run a dating agency?

Do any of your ghosts smell kipper?

infidelity -ridden soul.

Now, I want to know who's the daddy.

So get Dale in that big house in the sky, if you please.

He was the caretaker at our school, he was. Oh, what's his name? Are you sure

you don't want... Oh, I'm fine, thanks. Are you talking about Basil Conrover?

Yes. He used to dye his hair like so jet black, it was almost blue,

and then he'd scrape the strands across his forehead.

I hope that ain't fags I'm smelling.

That's him.

You don't have much of a Canadian accent, well, considering you've been

there all this time. Oh, you haven't, have you? Been living in London the last

20 years, haven't you, mate? Yeah, Rob mentioned something about you moving

there. Only a couple of hours away.

So why won't you at Rob's funeral, then?

Don't go on air, Mike.

That's a perfectly valid question.

We argued.

About?

My car.

What are most arguments between men about?

Women?

Yeah, we always knew there'd been this big row, didn't we, Mum?

Yeah, just never knew why.

I was with a woman called Hannah for three years.

Then she left me and married Rob.

We invite you into our psychic circle, Alwyn.

May your spirit flow through these gnashers.

And on to our earthly plane.

Anything? Not a diggy bird.

Wait.

I just got a whiff of TCP.

My mammy used TCP all the time.

She said there was nothing it couldn't cure.

I do put it on my binyons.

It cock and kills if I don't. Well, in our case, Alwyn must be here.

But what if it isn't on the feet?

Oh, shut up about one of those feet men.

Alwyn Booth.

If you were with us, just knock three times.

Oh, my God, it's like poltergeist!

Is that really you, ma 'am?

It's me.

It's me.

Deep voice to a ma 'am there of mine, didn't she, Auntie Bren?

Come on, babe, take your techie baby back.

I remember Rob telling me about Hannah.

He said they were absolutely fine. Well, until they split up like Jack, Sophie.

She was house -mad, apparently.

Underfloor heating in the bathroom and everything.

Was that? Yeah.

But you know, it's weird.

Because he never once said nothing about you going out with her. Well, he was

probably embarrassed.

Not the sort of thing to be proud of. I mean, imagine if Ben had a girlfriend

and she ran off with Luke.

Yeah, I can laugh about it now as well. I should have guessed, in fact.

Always had the same bloody taste in women.

Oh, aye -aye.

Sorry, Mike.

But what can I say? It was a big deal back then.

Big enough not to ever speak to your brother again.

OK, now I can tell he's a lawyer.

The thing is, Your Honour, I was a bit of a mess at the time.

Drugs, booze.

Been clean nearly eight years now, though.

Not easy, mate, is it?

I've had my own issues.

Gambling, like.

Were you dealing with it?

Yeah, gee, yeah.

Good man.

I try to get to an AA meeting at least once a week, plus it helps with my own

counselling work.

What? You're a counsellor?

Drug and alcohol rehabilitation.

Wow!

That's amazing, Will.

Yes, a man of many talents.

classic heck as I was.

It was supposed to serve a very important purpose for me, Sheehan.

Calm down, Auntie Bran.

But it's been going away.

Try again next week, I'll bring my juju bands.

Cheers for the lift.

No problem.

And, uh, Michael, look, I'm sorry about that same tasty moon crack. I had no

idea you two were separating.

Doesn't matter.

It's fine.

Night, Kat? I'm OK, thanks. I'm going to pop up to my room.

It's bloody, yes.

Little Willie!

It's me, Auntie Bren!

I babysat you from yay high!

How are you doing, Kat?

Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm doing great, thanks.

Oh, you're looking well, Will.

My girl.

Lovely boy you are.

Bright as a button and sweet as a nut. Nothing like his brother.

Bren! Bren!

I've got some news.

Look who it is, Ken.

It's Will Morgan.

Really handsome.

All right, sir.

How are you doing?

Hiya, Michael.

Excuse me a sec.

I found out, Bren.

I went to the nursing home.

What are you banging on about, man? Jack, get this boy a drink.

Wine, is it? Well, I bet you to drink wine.

Bread, is it? Bread.

Ma 'am liked to overshare with her nurses too, just like Stella's patients

She told one of them, who your dad is.

You are?

Turns out, ma 'am was more than just a scullery maid up that manor house in

Foster Park.

She was knocking off Lord Llewellyn's son, Stanley.

He's your dad, Bren.

And he's still alive.

Beyonce. Beyonce.

Oh.

Did you give Holly's banana yogurt to Jackson?

As if.

It was me. Last night it was. I had the munchies.

So, what's he like then?

Dead Rob's bro.

Is he fit?

Oh, shut up, man.

No, because Rob wasn't a bad -looking mind, was he, for an old guy?

Right. You got any idea yet when you're going to be moving out? Because it's

getting decidedly crowded in here.

Ben?

It's quarter to seven in the morning. Are you all right?

No, ma 'am. I'm in prison.

What? I mean, I've been arrested.

It's my delay.

What have you been arrested for?

I ran down St Mary's Street with a corn on my head. Well, they can't arrest you

for that.

I didn't have nothing else on at the time.

Oh, Ben, man.

Is Michael there? I really need to talk to him.

Um... Why aren't you dressed?

He called me nine minutes ago.

Well, would you have?

Funnily enough, no. I don't have a job, Stella. What would I be doing up at 6

.45 in the morning?

Yeah, well, get a move on.

My son is wasting away in a Cardiff jail while you fap around.

He's in a police cell. It's got me so dramatic.

And do you mind turning around, please?

Technically, we're still split up.

Shall I buy them pants for you?

Stella?

We've shrunk a bit, mind, haven't we?

Do you mind?

breakfast special latte.

Good, right?

Yes, very nice, Jack, but I was actually talking about that.

I thought

this was a breakfast

meeting, not a day at the races.

Not too much, is there?

Oh, definitely not too much.

Cheers, Jag.

We don't all want to be slummy mummies, do we?

Oh, my God, there he is.

I need a tinkle.

Won't be a tick.

Hurry up, Michael.

Can I at least go to the bedroom?

Come on, we've got to get on.

You must be Will. Hi there. I'm naked.

Get you set down.

Are you all right?

Morning,

Will. Oh, hiya. All right?

You two know each other?

I'm Rob Morgan's brother.

Oh, you can see the likeness, mate.

Deep voice, hint of ginge.

How's that when I press on it?

Oh!

Flaming kills!

As I said, I'm Nadine.

Pleased to meet you.

Oh, uh... Hi, Nadine. There we are.

No broken bones boot, just a nasty twist. Stop.

OK, take some painkillers and try not to put any weight on it.

Got a dash.

See you.

You saved my life.

Michael, I've got a confession to make.

What?

Ben doesn't know we split up.

Why?

I just didn't want to spoil things for him, but you need. So when he rang this

morning, I said, the reason you weren't there is because you were doing

CrossFit.

CrossFit?

Have you seen me?

Cheers, mate. You was awesome in there.

Well, I think you look lovely in this photo. I don't know what all the fuss

about. Oh, yeah. Right, if you're done with me, I need to head back. Job

to do.

Job hunting?

Yeah. I fell out with my boss.

Still, at least we've got the CrossFit to keep you going. Mum told me.

Where to are you training?

The legislature.

Well, both pretty hardcore.

Hello, stranger.

Oh, Jan. Jan, hi.

What are you doing here?

Or just do for crime watch.

Just visit him. Ben's at uni here, so... And he's doing a play, aren't you, Ben?

About a forensic scientist.

Nice.

And this must be Holly.

She's a bit of you, Stella. Oh, sweet.

Katie was exactly like Michael, but not you, little one. So how's life, Jan?

Great, actually. How about you guys?

We're fine. Oh, well, we're...

Really great. Totally great.

Great.

And Katie tells me the trip to Dubai is off.

Yes. Yeah, Michael's boss changed his mind.

Well, unsurprisingly, our daughter is very disappointed.

Still, it's a good life lesson for her to learn, don't you think?

That you can't rely on men.

Nice to see you all.

Bye, Jen. Bye.

OK, what's going on?

Because you two are acting well weird.

I think he deserves to know.

Look, I'm going to just say it.

It's about Holly.

She's not my girl.

She's wrong.

I wish you and my dad had made up before you died.

Yeah, me too.

It's pretty much why I came back.

Why not being funny a bit late, eh?

Never too late to say sorry, Luke.

You know the 12 -step programme.

What are you going to do then? Build him a statue and pop an olive branch on

there?

Not far off.

I've set up a charity, Drug and Alcohol Rehabilitation.

I want to call it the Robert Morgan Foundation.

Are you serious?

That's really special, eh?

Natural will.

Any kids of your own?

Not yet.

I'm hoping there's still time.

I kind of like the thought of being one of those cranky old dads.

Talking of old stuff, who's into the antiques?

This one here wants to start investing, don't you know?

We've left a bit of cash for Robsy. Most of it's gone in the house, but we've

still got a bit left.

I just want to make sure we do something useful with it.

It's very enterprising.

Yeah, well, I'm going with a mate of ours, Bobby, and I've got a budget to

to, so... I love auctions.

I bought my first house at an auction.

Go along with her, if you like. At least you know what you're doing. He just

wants you to make sure I don't buy no rubbish.

Well, yeah, go on, then. It'll be a laugh.

As long as you don't mind.

More the merrier.

You know what you need?

Job. To sign up to Bobby and Nadine's dating agency.

Why would I need to do that?

Because.

I desperately need someone to come on a double date with me. Yanto has had to

pull out.

Oh, great. So I'm a substitute for Yanto now.

What can I say?

His sausages are a smash hit. He's indispensable.

Come on.

Do your old pal a favor.

Please. I'm begging you.

Good. Say cheese.

Oh, it's as if I was meant to fall into Will's arms.

Fatalistically like.

You'll be making a fatalistical mistake if you don't concentrate. More

matchmaking and less chatting.

Oh, my God.

It's Stella's Michael.

He's signed up. Shut up.

Oh, cheese hasn't married me.

They haven't been split up two minutes.

What'll I tell her?

Do I have to wear the bloody badge?

Chillax, Michael.

It's just a bit of fun.

I was thinking that you broke me into this.

There's my date, Shelley Evans.

Hello there, Shelley Evans.

I'm Jagadish.

You are not six foot four.

How can you tell?

Tape measure.

In my handbag.

Hold that for me.

As I thought.

Barely five foot eight.

Time wasted.

Why, what?

Oh, hi. Drink?

No, no, no. Michael!

Are you my date?

I think so, yeah.

Well, I'll leave you two to it.

Drink?

Oh, Christ, Jan.

What the hell's happened to me?

Two failed marriages and jobless at 45.

Well, the marriages I can't help you with, Michael, I'm certainly not taking

back.

But, um, the job I can do something about.

I've got a friend at Macintosh and Vine who'll fight my hand off for your skill

set. Are you joking?

Nope. I'll tell you all about it.

But first, I need a pee.

Oh.

How's the tapeworm?

Gone home.

It was doomed from the start.

Yeah, well, what I don't get is why Yanta got matched with Jan. I know

attract, but still... Oh, she didn't.

I put your details on the site instead.

So you signed me up for a dating agency which is run by my wife's lodger? Relax.

I'm pretty sure they're contractually obliged to keep quiet. Stella is not

to find out.

I mean, who's going to tell her?

Morning, Bob.

How are we today?

Not good as it goes.

I wasn't going to say nothing. In fact, I'm not going to say nothing. I'm not a

sausage.

It's Michael. He's signed up for the dating agency.

You're joking.

Joking about what?

Nothing.

Sorry, Stella.

I've got to skedaddle and get to the auction. We'll have a chat later, yeah?

Ta -da.

Benjamino Angelino.

Hiya, Pash.

What are you doing home?

I don't know.

Just feeling a bit rubbish, wasn't I?

About Aaron Mike?

Bless you.

And I haven't got no food in.

Come on.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to this morning's sale at Spencer Massey.

Beginning with lot number one.

We have our beautiful 1940s diamond -encrusted emerald ring from Arnisman.

Who will start me at 2 ,000?

I have 2 ,000 at the back from Mr. Campbell.

2 ,500 from the gentleman in the middle.

Three from the phones. Any advance?

£3 ,500.

Can you afford that, Bob?

Oh, God, no.

I'm just pushing the place with a bit of fan leg.

You do know that's illegal, right?

Carries an actual jail sentence. £5 ,000. £5 ,000.

Five with Miss Fitzgerald.

Can I get five -five from you, sir?

Going once.

Going twice.

Sold to Miss Fitzgerald at the back.

Now, next up... Lot number two.

Thanks for telling me.

Did you sneak my bedroom?

I couldn't leave him to stay in the box room, could I? It's like a coffin, man.

That's why you came up here in the first place.

Where's all my stuff then?

Where's my Jennifer Lawrence poster and all my Swansea City stuff?

Back in the coffin.

You are unbelievable.

I've only been gone five minutes.

An exquisite diamond band in the modern day style starting at £14 ,000.

£14 ,000 from the young lady.

£14 ,500.

£15 ,000. £15 ,500 online.

Can I get £16 ,000? It is a very beautiful piece, madam.

Oh, go on, then.

And we have £16 ,000. £16 ,500.

Sorry, the limit's £15 ,000.

It's okay.

We can afford it.

It's better to accumulate more.

16 .5 at the back.

And we have 17.

17 .5.

18.

Such a shame Bobby couldn't come for a drink. He'd love this place.

We never liked him as a sinker.

Now that is beautiful.

It's like something from the Pyramids.

You can see someone like Cleopatra wearing it, can't you? Or Charon or...

look who it ain't.

All right, Todge?

Oh, Banshee.

Is there any Max misses?

We're not together any more, Todge. You know that.

All right, so?

I heard you won the lotto.

What? It was inheritance, wasn't it? From the dickhead's dad.

You still want the tickets, are you? I'm having a bit of fun with this one, boy.

Sounds about right.

Do us a favour, fellas.

Fuck off.

Who are you telling to fuck off, brother?

You're a pair of sweats.

Come here, Banjo. He's a good boy.

Banjo, here.

Good dog.

My room and my dog.

Now.

Who would like to share a memory of Mam before we send her on her way?

I'll go first.

I'll never forget her dressing -up box in the back room.

I had such fun in there.

Well, I'll always remember her cowl, Kenan.

She was the only woman in the very to add marmite.

I'll never forget what she told me the night before my wedding.

She said I was a fool.

To marry Uncle Clem?

No, she just said I was a fool.

She could be very cutting at times.

Michael?

Sorry I'm on too late.

No, you're all right, kid.

We're just about to scatter.

Right.

Stand back, everyone.

She's coming out.

Ken?

Fly free on the breeze, Olwen Elise, and let your spirit

rest in peace.

Have anybody got a stick?

Hang on.

You do it, Michael Jackson.

Sorry? Wake it up a bit.

up the swings with the kids. Bless them.

I can't wait to show him. He's going to love it.

How old was Jack there?

Oh, my God, Will.

The brief slept.

What? What's wrong?

Fuck. Fuck, it's gone. It's fucking gone.

It's got to be in there somewhere.

Check your pocket.

Shit, I haven't seen it since we were in the bar. I put it away. I didn't look

in it again.

You might have dropped it. Did you drop it? I don't bloody know.

You'll go mad.

I have to.

Hello.

Hiya.

Any luck down the auction?

Oh, no, we got outbid on the thing I wanted. Oh, never.

I'd better try again next week, eh? Cuppa, coffee?

Yeah, ta.

Oh, come on, you two.

I'll take Luke out for a drink, give you some time to call the bar, the police,

whatever. You never know, someone may have found it and handed it in.

Well, like one sugar?

Yeah. Cheers, mate.

I promise.

I promise.

OK?

I don't need some food for the journey.

I can't take that on a plane, Bryn. They'll think it's a flammable liquid.

Don't be ridiculous, man. It's only a bit of nice, can't you?

Forgot to tell you. I might have a new job.

And a new girlfriend, so I hear.

Called Jan?

Did Will tell you?

Maybe he would. A wanker.

Actually, it was Bobby.

Yeah, well, he's a wanker too.

It was Jag's stupid idea. I thought I was going as scenery.

But he uploaded my details online and I got a match with bloody Jan.

Hilarious. Right.

OK.

That's me.

Michael. Take care.

Bloody hilarious, Ken.

Hey,

and listen, just because I got blue blood running through these veins and

don't, don't mean I'm going to forget you, yeah?

Yeah?

Safe trip, Ken.

I've got a lot to thank that man for.

Here I am.

I'm doing chilli for tea, if you fancy it.

No, I'd better not.

I need to get back and start sorting out for this interview.

It's OK.

I don't have to make excuses.

I'm wasting my time, I'll be really on my prowess.

Do you miss him, Rob?

That's a loaded question.

I take it you haven't told Luke?

How can I? He put me in charge of all the money.

Ah, this is beautiful.

You're looking very commanding this evening, Nadine.

Rob's gone, so you're making do with his brother, is that it?