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For 30-odd years,
he was my lovely noise.

But it turns out that he had

the same noise going on
with someone else.

Dad had an affair,
not great, but because of it,

you got a sister. You got me.

I forgive you, Colin Walcott.

It's very straightforward.

The majority of it goes

to Tess as his lawful wedded wife,

and the rest of it's divided equally
between the three children.

Sorry, what do you mean,
three children?

You've got a brother.
He's called Callum.

Oi, Callum, what are you drinking?

No!

Cathy?

Oh, Cath... Cath?

Water. I need water.

I'm still drunk. Oh.

I've never been more pleased
to see a tap.

Oh.

Oh, God, last night was mental,
weren't it, Cathy?

Cathy?

Oh, shit.

Did that fit builder
give me a love bite?

Yeah. You snogged the face off him.
Oh.

Can you seriously not remember
any of

the shit that happened last night?

Oh. I wish I did.
Oh, he was a hottie.

Come on.
I think that deserves a high five.

No? You're just jealous I got
a piece of the hot-guy pie.

Right, Cathy.

I can't believe I'm telling you
this again,

but do you know the guy
who gave you the love bite?

Very much. Well, there's a strong
possibility that he's our brother.

Very funny.
It's an oldie but it's a goodie.

No, Cath, listen. Listen to me.
Our mums rang, yeah?

And they said that
they found the will,

and that we have a brother,
and he was there in the pub,

and it's properly messed up.

We've got a brother
and he's called Callum.

I mean, it's sort of less funny
the more you make of it.

No, no, I'm not lying.
I swear down on my dad's life.

He's dead. Yeah. I mean,
last year I was an only child,

and now I've got a big sister
and a little brother.

Oh, my God, you're serious.

Yeah. I am. It's wicked, innit?

Oh, God. I need to wash my mouth.

I need to wash my brother
out of my mouth.

Oh!

Oh.

♫ Hey, sister, go, sister,
soul sister... ♫

I can't even put into words

the sheer cockery of that prick.

I mean, how many women
was he shagging?

You actually just need a soupcon.
It doesn't matter.

Mm. I have no gag reflex.

That explains a lot.

I know where she lives,
you know. Callum's mother.

It's all in the will.
She's called Angela.

"Hi, I'm Angela."
Angel-arse, more like.

Vagangela.
Angela, aren't you a bitch?

All right. I get it.
Been there, done that,

burnt his T-shirts.
But... look at yourself.

You're out and about.

Yesterday you were
a veritable recluse.

Today, you're feasting on
king prawns.

How are you not raging?

Something happened to me
in that car park yesterday.

A Damascene conversion.

I climbed up on that rock
and I forgave him.

I forgave Colin for
the lying and the cheating

and, well, generally being dead.

Are you eating that?

I did nothing for myself
the whole time we were married.

I just gave.
Here I gave, there I gave,

everywhere I gave, gave.

Well, do you know whose turn
it is to give back now?

Old MacDonald?

Colin. It's time Colin gave back.

And I know you weren't
mentioned in the will,

but I'm about to inherit
a large chunk of his estate,

and I think it's time
we had a bit of fun.

Ah. I'll drink to that.

So, here's what's on my
grand to-do list.

I'm going to drink this champagne.

I'm going to book a fancy holiday,

and then I'm going to buy
a ridiculous sports car.

What's top of your list?
Go to that bitch's house.

Smashing.

Cathy, we're here.

Well, er, thank you for the lift,

and for the lovely honeymoon.

Bar the last bit,
which was horrific.

Babe, we need to talk about Callum.

No, no, no, we don't.

We've got to find him.
He's our blood.

And he deserves to know
he has two sisters.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
He doesn't know?

No, you were sick in his shoe,
so he left before I could tell him.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Cathy, I think
you're overreacting.

How am I supposed to react?

I may have French kissed a sibling.

Babe, the tongue wants
who the tongue wants.

Oh, my God. Have I broken
the law? If I Google it,

can I get arrested
for my search history?

Cathy. Listen, listen.
Calm down, OK?

Rewind. Look, we might
have found a half brother.

Our brother.

This is a sign from Dad.
This is meant to be.

You can go down the wormhole
of mystical signs if you want,

OK? But I'm a realist.
This year I have lost my dad,

I've been dumped at the altar,

and I've just snogged
my long-lost brother.

So if the universe is telling me
anything, it's to sort my shit out.

Fine. Here, can I use your bog?

I think I've got cystitis
from these sequins.

Oh, dear.

Oh, my God!

Oh, is that somebody
arrived already?

Oh. Er... Sorry,
I wasn't expecting...

Er... What is she doing
in my house?

Well, it's half my house,

and...

..your mum said you weren't back
for another couple of days.

Sorry, what are you doing
texting my mum?

Because she needed my
Times paywall login.

Look, it's a bit awkward

but we're having a few people
over for Meredith.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

On your marks, set, bake.

Oh. Have I got the wrong night?

It is the first episode of
Bake Off tonight, isn't it?

Meredith's in the new series of
The Great British Bake Off.

What the actual F?

Frankie, let me take your coat.
Thank you.

Yeah. I filmed it over the summer
but I wasn't allowed to tell

a soul - apart from Marcus,
obviously.

That's for you, my love. Oh!

You know, the Radio Times called you
"the crumpet lover's crumpet".

Oh, hardly!

Sorry. What is happening, Marcus?

We're just having a few people over,

and Meredith's place is too small,
and our telly's way better.

Hiya, I'm Frankie,
by the way. This is fun,

isn't it?

Wish I'd made an effort like
you two.

No. No, no.

Cathy and Cat aren't staying.
They're just about to leave.

I don't know what to say, Marcus.
I mean,

not only have you invited this
woman to live in my house,

but she's also infiltrated my
favourite television show

in the entire world.
I mean, is nothing sacred?

And as for you, Mere,
like, all I want to do

is ask you if
Prue Leith is as fun as she seems,

but I can't.
Because you stole my bloody fiance.

Is Prue as fun as she seems?
Oh, she's the best.

Damnit.

Oh, what's...
Is your neck all right?

Er... If you must know, Marcus,

it's a love bite
from a dead sexy model.

You go, girl.

Not that it's any of your business.

Right, Cathy, come on, we're going.

Can I just say something?

Because I don't give a
self-raising shit about Bake Off.

I hope you get knocked out
first round,

and I hope you choke
on a fondant fancy.

Hey!

Nice to meet you, Frankie.

ALL: Hey!

♫ I'm so tired of working
every day... ♫

KNOCKING ON DOOR

I brought you some cake
to cheer you up.

Thanks, Mum.

Ouch. What happened to your neck?

Oh. It's chafing
from my life jacket.

Cathy. I know.

I know everything and it's awful.

So, out of solidarity,

I'll be watching Bake Off
on catch-up and not live.

They don't deserve
my viewing figure.

Oh. Cheers.

Mum, do you think you could
stop texting Marcus, please?

I know it's weird,

and of course I'm not happy about
what he's done to you,

but trust me when I say
Marcus dumping you...

I dumped him.
Exactly. That's what I mean.

You didn't want to
be with him anyway.

Honestly, as soon as you move on,

amazing things will happen.

I forgave your father.

Next thing you know, I'm off to
a Saga singles resort in Morocco.

What? Your dead father's paying,
so Marrakech, here I come.

I might even have a go on a hookah.

Right.

Is this my wedding cake?

Yes. Yeah. I mean, it seemed
a shame to waste it

so I shoved it in the freezer.

Of course, with hindsight, I should
have asked Meredith to bake...

It doesn't matter.

SHE SOBS

Mum.

Where are you?

PHONE RINGS

Mum, where are you?
You're never not at home.

Erm, I've just popped out
for a bit of...

..fresh air.

I'll be back in a bit.
All right, bye now.

What?

Guess who just poached

the Dutch route?
I knew they'd crumble.

Ange, they're still there.

They've been out there
for over an hour.

I might message the street
WhatsApp group.

TIMER BEEPS

Oh, that'll be the pork loins.

Mm. Wouldn't mind some
of your loins later.

Callum, dinner.

Hello. I'd like to
buy a car, please.

Eric. Fiat customer for you.

ERIC SIGHS

Good day. How may I help you?

Yes, I'd, erm...

I'd like to test drive that
sexy little red number.

The Ferrari.

Oh la la.
Is that what it is? Fancy.

Do you take credit cards?

And also should I wear
these driving shoes?

Sorry, I was caught up there.
I can take you for the test drive.

Too late.
I'm off with young Eric here.

After you, my good lady.

Big mistake. Big, huge.

♫ Pretty woman! ♫

Oh, shit-bits,

Deliveroo's put me
on another warning

because my old phone
accepted four deliveries at

the bottom of the canal.

Yeah. I've got two text
messages from Marcus,

16 missed calls from your mum,

and a voicemail from
an unknown number.

VOICE MESSAGE:
Hi, Cathy. It's, erm, Callum.

Oh, yes, mate. I think
I'm going to have a panic attack.

Just calling to say
you owe me £80 for

a new pair of trainers.

Or, you can buy me a drink
to make up for puking on my shoes

the other night. Your call. Er,
yeah, this is Callum, by the way,

or "the sex horse", as you kept
calling me. Anyway, gimme a bell.

Right, message him back, say that
you'll meet him this afternoon.

Don't say that we're related.

You want me to catfish
my own brother?

Cathy-fish.

Look. He's half our dad.

Imagine if you refused
to meet me a year ago.

I'm like the best thing
that's ever happened to you.

I can't believe
I'm going to do this.

Are you free this afternoon?

Bit forward. Ha.
I hate you.

MUSIC: The Night
by Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons

BEEPING

Aaargh!

Stay down! Stay down! Security!

OK, it's fine.

It's going to be fine.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

Oh, Cath, man.
You've either got a brother

or you've snogged a model.
It's win-win, innit?

Oh, God, there he is.

What-ho!

Why'd you say that? Hey.
I don't want to sound flirty.

So why are you calling him a ho?

It's a ye olde English phrase.
Not like a ho ho.

All right, Father Christmas.

Hiya. Hey.

You don't mind if I tag along too,
do you?

Like a threesome?

Not a threesome.
Absolutely not a threesome.

Oi, Cal, is that you?

Ah. I was hoping you wouldn't
notice that.

So embarrassing. Heh.

You all right, Cathy?

Oh, just the cheek.

Oh. Thank you.

It's very big, isn't it?

I mean, the-the poster.

The hoarding itself is... is...
is very large.

So, Callum, what do your mum and dad
make of your modelling career?

Assuming you do indeed have
a mother and a father?

Er, yeah.
Yeah, I've got a mum and dad.

Fantastic. And do you come from a
long line of underwear models or...?

Ha-ha! No. God, no.
My dad's, like, 5'6.

Oh, really? Yeah. It really annoys
him. I can pick him up.

Ha.

So, er, the other night was...
fun, wasn't it?

So, listen, erm... I need to talk
to you about something, but...

Hold on. Can I just go for a piss?

Now? Yes, now.
It's the sequin cystitis.

Fine, go.

Just wait for her to come back.

Ah, rose for the beautiful lady?

Oh, no. I'm fine, thank you.

Yeah. I'll get one. Oh, no, you
really don't have to do that.

It's fine, honestly. Don't worry.

Thank you.
What a, er... lovely thing that is.

Have you told him yet? Told me what?

No. I just, erm...

OK, well, I've written down a few
notes on my phone so I'll just...

OK, so, I want to start by saying,
wow, gosh, thank you so much

for your kind invitation and for
reaching out to me and getting...

Cal, mate, is your mum
called Angela?

Er, yeah.

Do you live at Acre House,
Swallowdale Lane?

Yeah.

OK, last questi-on-ey.

Erm...

Do you know this guy?

Colin? Yeah.

He was the quiz guy at the pub. Why?

OK, do you want the good newses
or the bad newses?

Why are you saying "newses"?

There's more than one bit
of bad news so it's newses.

What's going on?

OK, well, the bad newses is that
Cathy here, she's your sister,

as am I, cos Colin the pub guy,
well, he's all of our dads.

And the other bad newses is that,
erm, our dad is dead.

Sorry.

But the good news is you're going
to inherit a sizeable package.

And you've got two
brand-spanking-new sisters.

Oh, heh-heh... I've got a
screen grab of the will.

Our dad couldn't treat us equally
in life so he wanted to in death.

That's the sort of bloke
that he was, eh?

Hang on, but we kissed...

Ah, another beautiful lady.
You want to buy a rose?

ALL: No.

I've come to retrieve my friend.

Did you just call me "friend"? Aww.

Oh, Marilyn, this is Eric,

who's kindly agreed to accompany
us on this test drive.

Eric, this is my late
husband's lover, Marilyn.

Good God,
this is getting better and better.

Right. Buckle up for a joy ride.

I hope that bitch Angela saw me
driving off in a Ferrari.

LINE RINGS

No, my mum's not picking up.

God. This is mental.

This is mental.

So, just to categorically say that

this is just as bad for me as it is
for you, except I didn't just find

out my dad wasn't my real dad
and that my biologic father is dead,

and, OK, yeah,
I'll stop talking now.

Oh... I-I need to talk to my mum.

Oh... Think I'm going to cry.

Oh... He cries like Sinead O'Connor.

It's beautiful.

Oi, Cal, we'll give you
a lift if you like.

Will we?

You should have seen her
on that running machine.

All smug as though her arse crack

wasn't sweating
like everyone else's.

God, she makes me sick.

Eric, darling, what's
the top speed on this baby?

I'll level with you, Tess -
I've absolutely no idea about cars.

Oh. Then why, may I ask, are you
working for a garage?

Cos it's my stepfather's place
and I owe him 2½ grand for a

first-edition Toni Morrison novel
that I bought with his PayPal.

Oh, my God. That is wonderful.

Good for you for
pursuing your passions.

I spent years not even
knowing what mine were.

But not any more -
am I right, Marilyn?

I'm too angry to talk.
I just want to go home.

Oh, what, and sit festering
on your farty old sofa

for another 20-odd years?

Not on my watch.

You know, if nothing else,

stalking Angela has got you
out in the fresh air.

Eric, sweetie, if I were to spunk
some of my inheritance on this car,

would the commission
clear your debt?

Oh, my God, yes!

In that case, I'll take it.

I love it.

Now, do you mind if we
take a little diversion?

Go for your life. It's your car.

Wait, now where are you taking us?

It's probably some weird
admin error, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's probably
just some sort of silly mix-up.

Well, fingers crossed it's not and,
whatever happens, we'll be here.

Yeah? Right.

Good luck. Not that you'll need it

cos it's probably just
a silly mix-up, right?

Oh...

Ooh. God, look at the gates.
It's like Beverly Hills.

Oh, God!

Babe! We've all got off with
people that we shouldn't have.

I mean, I got off with this one lad

it turns out sold illegally
imported snakes on the dark web.

Oh, shit, who's that?

What are you doing
outside my house?

Oh, erm... We are, erm...
Callum's, er...

We are models. Yeah.

We have just done a photoshoot
with him for Gucci.

I'm Cat and this is my sister,
Cathy.

Hi. Oh, lovely.

I'm Peter, Callum's dad.

Sorry to be such a nosy parker,

it's just that we've had a lot of
problem with loiterers recently.

Anyway, you have
a lovely afternoon, OK?

Come on, Tina. Let's go.

What a charmer.

Just makes it worse.

Come on, get out of the car.

I don't like fresh air.

Put your shoes on
and get out of the car.

Don't make me count to five.

SHE SCOFFS

Fine.

I haven't been back here since we...
exploded Colin's ashes.

Right. Come on.

So, what I want you to do
is to get up on that rock

and release the anger, OK?

Just get up there and shout,
"I forgive you, Colin Walcott,"

and empty out your soul.

This is stupid.

Do you know who you remind me of?

Me, 24 hours ago.

Yesterday I was just a
big bloody ball of hatred,

but today, I own a Ferrari.

So, come on, get up
there and forgive him.

That's it. Are you all right?

Yes. Good.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

I for...

I for...

Come on, you can do
better than that.

I forgive you.

Marilyn, let it go.

I FORGIVE YOU, COLIN WALCOTT!

VOICE CARRIES LOUDLY

Oh!

Can you shut up?

We're trying to watch some
fucking mistle thrushes here!

I'm sorry.

You know, Cath, man,
one day, we'll laugh about this

and it'll be a funny little story

about the time you
and Uncle Callum...

No, no, no.
This will not be spoken of.

What has happened to me?

This is the sort of thing that
happens to messy, messed-up people

like you. Sorry, sorry.

No, fair enough. I mean,
I probably would have snogged him,

but you got in there first.

This is the wake-up call
I need, Cat.

I need to get back to basics.

I need to sort out
my golden triangle.

Is that like a pubic-hair thing?

No... No. Look.

OK, Dad used to swear by it.

It's this idea that there are
three parts to happiness, OK?

Work, family and love.

Whoa. That's like proper Illuminati
shit. They love a triangle.

So, circling back
to my golden triangle,

by Dad's first anniversary,
I'm going to have a better job,

a brilliant boyfriend and have
healthy, functional relationships

with the women in my family.

And stop snogging
the men in your family.

Yes, very funny.

Callum! Leave me alone!
Oh, Callum! Wait!

Oh, God. Oh. Wait!

Shit, that must be Angela.

No... No, no, Peter.

Peter, just open the gate.

Peter!

Peter, let me in!

Peter!

Oh, mate.

Ooh!

Shall we check that she's all right?

Oh, balls. Fine.

Better be getting some
terrific karma from this.

SHE SOBS

Hi, Angela.

Erm... We're probably the last
people you want to see right now,

but, erm... we're Colin Walcott's
daughters.

Stupid question, but do you not
know the code to your gate?

I use a buzzer thing.

And my phone and my purse
and my keys are inside.

Is there someone that
we can call for you?

No.

Give me that phone.

Nobody can know about this mess.

No-one was ever meant
to know about Colin.

Oh, my God. So it's true, then.

I think I'm actually
going to be sick.

SHE EXHALES

This will is ridiculous.

It's, like, a million pages
to get through.

We don't have any wine left. Do you
think posh people drink Advocaat?

Ah, there you are.

I bet you feel better
after that shower, eh, babe?

I have got a bottle of this
if you would like it.

CAR APPROACHES

CAR DOORS CLOSE

TESS: Oh, I know, I know.

♫ Can't stop me...
Don't... ♫

♫ Don't stop me cos
I'm having a good time ♫

♫ Having a good time... ♫
It's you.

It's you.

Sorry, who are you?

This woman stole my lover

and she is now sitting on MY sofa

and drinking MY Christmas Advocaat.

Oh, how lovely.
You must be Angela. How do you do?

You better have a bloody good
reason why you're in my house

after what you've done
to my family!

What I've done to YOUR family?

Mind your glass, Angela.

What about what you lot have done
to mine?

Your daughters blurted out the
contents of that dickhead's will

before I'd had chance
to explain myself.

That is going to be
a bugger if it dries.

Don't you blame our girls!

You've had years to tell
that boy the truth!

You're obviously just a dirty
little cheater and liar!

Remember the rock.
Don't undo your work at the rock.

Everything was fine.

Nobody needed to know.

I hope you're pleased.

You stole another
woman's woman's man

and then you have
the gall to swan in here,

uninvited, and accuse us
of buggering up your life?!

To be fair, I did invite her.

I didn't know there was anybody else

because he told me
his wife was dead!

Say what now? Well, she wasn't.

That woman is very
much chuffing alive!

So woe betide you if you think
I'm going to forgive you!

Woe betide YOU if you think
I'm going to forgive YOU!

Don't you woe betide me

because I am woe betiding YOU!

And woe betide anyone who thinks
they can tell me who I can

and cannot woe betide
in my own house!

Can everyone just shut up, please?!

Damn it. That's going to need
a professional clean.

God, I can't hear myself think.

SHE SIGHS

Sorry. I'm just a little confused
about this solicitor's letter.

It seems to say that Dad
had no money when he died.

No, that's not possible.

What about the house and his
savings and the premium bonds?

Give me the paperwork.

It's what I do for a living.

You, give me your glasses.

I've just bought a bloody Ferrari.

Right, well, I hope you kept
the receipt cos his estate

barely covered his debts

so you're getting a
percentage of nothing.

Nothing?

Well, not nothing, guys.

We've got a brother!

What a BASTARD!

♫ My, my ♫

♫ At Waterloo,
Napoleon did surrender ♫

♫ Oh, yeah ♫

♫ And I have met my destiny
in quite a similar way ♫

♫ The history book on the shelf ♫

♫ Is always repeating itself ♫

♫ Waterloo ♫

♫ I was defeated,
you won the war... ♫