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I have met a new friend.

A boyfriend?

You don't honestly think
that he's only after her

for her money, do you?

You were looking through my things?

When she began spending
all that time with Mark,

I think that's when things started
falling apart.

I was pushed out of my job
because you needed a scapegoat.

Sex isn't like that.

- Come on...
- I'm not a project for you to manage.

I want our little family back.

I don't really want to discuss it
until you've paid back every penny.

Oh, it's in the drawer.

Thank you, Stella.
That's very generous.

- Who was that on the phone?
- Your wife.

- I'm pregnant.
- 'What?'

- It's Mark.
- 'Is everything OK?'

It's your mum. She's collapsed.

I just think he's got
a really strange hold over her.

And you might want to take
one of these.

It's a very mild tranquillizer.

Someone is fighting for their life
in hospital.

- But it was an accident.
- Maybe.

But if not, then it's murder.

I never, ever dreamt
it would end like this.

Wha...?

Mary?

What the hell's going on?

You can't believe it, can you?

But she's only just
got out of hospital.

So, your mother's decision
to sell the family house...

Did that cause any tension
in the family?

Is, is this really relevant?

A human life is hanging
in the balance, Miss Haleford.

Everything is relevant.

No. Mum just felt the time had come
to move on,

and we all supported her
in that, 100%.

But you love this house,
you always have!

- So do we!
- Yeah, and the kids love it here.

Yes, but it's so big... just for me.

Yeah, but this is our house too,
Mum. Do we not get a say in this?

None of you have lived here
for years!

Yeah, but we're always visiting.

Look, the thing is, that I am going
to be doing a lot more travelling.

I've always wanted to see more
of the world, and so does Mark.

- Right, so this is his idea, is it?
- Jake, please. - No, no, no!

- Well, it certainly sounds like it.
- Don't start.

No, it's just something I've been
thinking about for a long time,

ever since your father died.

OK, well, look, how about, what if
I came and I looked after the whole

place while you were away

and then that way you don't
have to sell it...

What about Jake?
I mean, he's homeless at the moment.

Excuse me, I'm not homeless, Helen!
What are you talking about?

I've just put the rent down
on somewhere else.

- I'm not some homeless tramp on the street.
- Have you?

No, listen! Listen, all of you!
You're not listening to me.

I've had enough of this house
and I want to make a fresh start.

Next week, we're going to Spain for
a few days to meet Mark's daughter.

- She works out there as a doctor.
- What's her name? - Sophie.

And when I come back,

I want you to have all cleared
all the stuff out of your bedrooms.

Er, well that doesn't
give us much time, does it?

I would like to find the whole place
tidy before we go off to India

- because the estate agents...
- India?

Mark and I, we've booked a six week
trip to India for my birthday treat.

Bloody hell!

Mum, you've just been in hospital.
What about your health?

And that is exactly why
I want to go now!

All right, but Mum,
what if you have another attack?

I would rather collapse and die
halfway round India

than live another 20 years
sitting here in a chair!

You've never mentioned travel
before.

Why this sudden need
to go travelling?

'Yes, I have! You don't listen,
do you?'

Yoo-hoo!

'We're trying to protect you, Mum.'

'From what? From living a life?
From being in love?

'From having adventures?

'Oh, for God's sake, I do not want
to end up like Mary next door!

'I have always been at the beck and
call of my children,

'of my husband, of my work.

'I would like, before I die,

'to have some purely selfish
pleasure!'

Is that such a crime?

Really?

That's the last of it.

Here you go.

That's very kind of you.
Are you not having one?

Oh no, I have to get back to work.

Er, there are your keys, your
inventory and your contract.

Give them a read and I'll swing by
at four to sign and collect them.

Contract?

Yeah, we have to know where we stand
if things go pear-shaped, don't we?

It's a six-month contract with an
option to extend, a month's notice

either side.

Payment is three personal
training sessions a week

and two massages.

You prefer alternative wording?

Er, no, no. That's fine.
Erm, well thanks, Stella.

I could never've afforded
anything like this,

and the kids are going to love it.

I'll see you at four.

See you at four.

I want security to be on high alert.

You really think she's dangerous?

I think she is very threatening
in her manner. Very.

And then when I saw her in the pub,

well, I'm sure
it was no coincidence.

What's her background?

She'd been with us six years
as Head of Customer Services.

Single parent, three kids.
Widowed two years ago.

Looks like she went through a tough
time afterwards.

Well, I didn't have much choice,
did I?

Her department had been seriously
under-performing for years.

The board wanted redundancies,
she was the obvious candidate!

Yeah.

Helen, how are you doing?

What?

It's a big step up for you,
this job.

And you've had to let a lot
of staff go.

That can be highly stressful.

I'm fine.

OK.

Well, I'll make security aware,
then.

- Look, I'm sorry...
- I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have told you
on the phone, I should have waited.

I shouldn't have put the phone down
on you.

So, how are you feeling?

I... er, yeah, OK. A bit scared.

OK, hear me out.

I know you're going to have it,
whatever I say or do.

I just, well, I know you.

So, Nats...

...can you give me a week?

A week for what?

I just need to sort myself out,
make some big decisions.

Carla, the girls.
My head's a mess right now.

I've got...
I've got to do the right thing...

...by the kids at least.

And by our kid.

Take a week off work. Just sit
tight, that's all I'm asking.

Please.

Let me sort myself, Nats. OK?

Yeah.

Yeah, here we go.

- Oh!
- Are you all right?

- Mm-hm.
- Mm-hm. - Mm-hm.

Careful! Careful.

Da-da!

Oh, wow!

Do you like it?

It's fantastic, yes.
But... why is it here?

It's your birthday present.

Mark, I, I, I can't accept this.
Oh, my God, it's...

Why not?

Well it... it, it's just too much!
It's just...

Oh, God, I haven't gone too far
again, have I?

Mark, I can't accept a car!

But Viv, why not? It's only money!

At my age, all you can do
is spend it...

...on making someone I love happy.

OK, let's go for a spin!

Mark, Mark, it's just that it's...

Come on, come on, come on.
You're going to enjoy this.

Or, not love it.

I'll drive, shall I,
to start with?

Yes, you drive!

It's the perfect day for a drive

and I found a great little place
for lunch you're going to love.

OK.

Let's go, let's go!

What was your relationship
with your neighbour, Mrs Bennett?

Erm, well, Mary had lived next door
to us since... forever.

Yoo-hoo! Vivien?

She'd had a baby boy years ago

around the same time
that mum had Jake. But...

...he died, unfortunately.

And then when her husband
walked out on her,

we did our best to include her
in our life.

When we were kids, she looked after
us when mum was at work.

You know, cooking meals,
helping us with our homework.

That, that kind of thing.

So she was more than a neighbour?
More like part of the family?

Yeah, I don't know what we would
have done without her, actually.

Which is why she was with you
on the night of the, er,

on the night of the celebration?

Yeah. She's just like one of us.

Hello!

Just getting out the crabgrass
before it takes hold.

- Dreadful stuff.
- Oh, right. Thank you, Mary.

It's quite something, isn't it?
It's lovely!

Yeah, it's, erm, it was a present,
way too extravagant.

Nonsense. She deserves to be spoilt,
doesn't she, Mary?

Yeah. Yeah, of course she does.

I didn't realise that...

Oh! I, I meant to mention it to you,
I'm... I should have said.

Darling, we're late already.
We should get going.

- Yes, all right. Yes.
- Why don't you drive this time?

We'll chat later.

Top floor. It's open, come up.

Yeah, Leila and I have been pretty
good, actually.

She's started talking
to me again, which is progress.

Yeah, it's good.

Hey, this sofa isn't yours, is it?

Er, no, no. It comes part furnished.

Well, don't let the kids ruin it.

Well, they're not animals!

- Happy housewarming!
- Hey!

Hi!

Bloody hell, this is amazing!
Must have cost a fortune!

- That's what I said!
- Well, it doesn't, so...

Mates rates, apparently.

Yes, it's a friend at the gym
who's away for few months.

- Hello! - Hi!
- Course. No George?

He's down the pub, he's in a mood.

He's not in a mood!

He just fancied a quiet hour
with the papers.

We're not joined at the hip.

Excuse me,
do you mind if I sit here?

Er, yeah, yeah.

It's just a bit noisy round there.

- No problem.
- Thanks.

Hi, Mum. It's open, come on up.

- Did she tell you about the car?
- I know! It's unbelievable.

I mean, at least we know
he's solvent, I suppose.

Yeah, but it's a bit OTT.

Yeah, I don't like it.

Showering her with gifts
and foreign trips? Not normal.

Well, maybe he just wants
to spoil her? It has been heard of.

No, it's too much.
I mean, what is he after?

- Hi! - Hey!
- Hey! - Welcome!

- 'Would you say you were a close family?
- I think so, yeah.'

Oh, thanks for the champagne.

In times of trouble,
you'd all stick together?

Yeah. Well, erm,
that's what families do, isn't it?

'Jake, can we have a word?'

OK.

Look, I'm aware that we didn't
get off on the right foot

the last time we met,
so I just wanted to say...

Yeah, I know. It's nothing personal.

We just don't want Mum
to rush into anything.

Dad's only been gone 18 months.

Yeah, I know that.

And I wanted to reassure you

that your mother is under absolutely
no pressure from me.

OK. But you did just buy her
a flash car

and move into her house
so you can play doctor.

Moving in was her idea.

And it's only a temporary measure,

to make sure she recovers
her health.

And the car? The trip to Spain?

We're going to see my daughter!

And the car isn't a flash car,
it's just a fun thing.

And selling the house
we've lived in all of our lives?

Oh, come on!
She is an individual, you know.

She doesn't exist
just to parent you lot!

- Is that so?
- Dad! Yeah?

Mum was on the phone.

Can she collect us now?
She's on her way back from lunch.

- Yeah, sure.
- With a man! - What?

You idiot!

What man?

Oh, wow! That's amazing.

Well, when I've finished
with the ground floor,

I'm going to move upstairs,
where I'm going to rip out

an old bathroom,

create a sort of open plan
master suite.

Wow, that's impressive.

I mean, that sounds like
the work of a professional builder.

Oh, no! No, no, no.

All self-taught, but, er, you know,
you pick things up.

You can Google almost everything
these days.

Yeah, yeah, I even, er,
even rewired the place myself, so...

- Really?
- Yeah.

It's quite an achievement.

I mean, to renovate a whole house
singlehandedly!

Oh, I mean, I don't know,
it's, it's...

Can I get you a-another...?

- Hm.
- Yeah?

- Same again?
- Thank you!

OK.

'What about your private lives?'

'Is it fair to say
they're in some turmoil?'

OK, girls, lunch is ready.
Out you get!

Right, first one to swim to Dad.

Caught a fly...

Well, my brother and sister were
having marital problems,

if that's what you mean?

Hm.

And you?

'Me?'

Swim to Daddy.

'Oh, no. No, no. No.

- 'No-one special.'
- Aah!

Shit!

'Well, fortunately,
being single, for me,

life's a lot less complicated.

It could be a physical problem
or an emotional one.

You see, our relationship
with our libido,

it's a very complicated thing.

Can I ask you, George,
do you ever masturbate?

Er, well, you know,
occasionally...

So, then there can't be anything
physically wrong with him,

can there?

Is there anything, erm, George,

on your mind right now
that you might think

accounts for your lack
of desire?

Er, well, erm, well,
Helen's out at work all day,

often late home.

I'm working on the house,
looking after Lily.

I guess we've just drifted apart.

Hm. Yes, you see, in my experience,
it's about intimacy.

It's about communication.

Isn't it?

Right, so, erm,

what I propose is that
we take sex off the agenda

and start talking to each other.

Is that acceptable to you?

- Helen?
- Yes.

George?

Yep.

Great.

The thing is, kids need to feel

that their parents can be trusted,
don't they? Relied on, united.

What are they going to think

if their mum starts dating
other people?

Well, yes, we had an agreement.

Yes, it was
a six month break.

Yes, but there was only a break

so I could get the money together
to pay her back.

There was nothing
about seeing other people.

Look, if you want her back,
it's really simple.

Is it? Go on.

Well, firstly, apologise.

I mean, men never apologise enough
when they've fucked it up.

Then say how that you understand
how awful it must have been for her.

You know,
express real, abject remorse.

Then ask her how she's feeling.

And listen, you know, even if
it takes all night, you listen.

You just listen,
you don't interrupt...

With your full attention, OK?
For as long as it takes.

Bloody hell.

Then tell her you miss her.

Not the kids. Just her.

Really? What, and that's it?

Yeah! More or less. Come on!

'Hi, I can't come to the phone right
now, but if you leave a message,

'I'll get right back to you.'

Hey! I know I shouldn't
be calling you,

but I just wanted to...
just wanted to say hi.

Anyway, erm, only a few days to go.

All right, mister

What the fu -

Fu... Oh, my...

God!

- Hi, Mary!
- Oh, hello!

- How are you?
- I'm all right. How're you doing?

- Fine!
- Oh, come on, let me give you a hand.

Oh, thanks!

Mum wants all our stuff
out of the house while she's away.

I can't believe that she's selling
up after all these years.

Yeah, I know.
She wants to do more travelling.

India, she says!

Oh, well.
I suppose she's going to go with...

Mark, yeah.

Yeah. He's a, he's a doctor,
isn't he?

That's right. Retired surgeon.

Well, it's lucky, isn't it?

It was lucky he was right
on the spot where she was taken ill.

Yeah, I guess...

Ah no, I've got to dash.
I've got something on the stove.

- Look, I'll see you soon.
- OK. - All right, bye. - Bye.

- I can't believe your wife followed me!
- Are you sure it was her?

Positive! All right, she,
she came right up behind me.

She nearly ran me off the road.

I mean, it was lucky
I could pull it round.

Christ, Nats. I'm so sorry.

You didn't tell her about the baby,
did you?

No! But, I mean, God,
you could have lost it.

Are you sure everything's all right?
Have you been to the doctor's?

No, I've got an appointment
next week.

But I think I'd know
if anything was wrong anyway.

OK, Nats. Look, be strong.

I'm going to be out of there
within the week, I promise you.

Five years I've been waiting
for you, all right.

How much longer do I have to wait?
Until your wife kills me?

Nats, for God's sake!

Then you'd never have to tell her
you were leaving her, would you?

Would you describe your family
as hot-tempered?

No. Not especially, no.

I mean, we, we have differences
of opinion, obviously.

Hm. And on the night
of the incident...

...had there been a difference
of opinion?

No. Not that I can recall.

You know, I mean,
it was a celebration.

Hm.

Night, Mum.

That's awful, that's awful. OK.
Well, look, you'd better go now.

Er, I'll talk to you,
I'll talk to you as soon as I can.

You mind yourself, OK?
All right, lots of love.

Bye. Bye, bye, bye, bye.

What is it? What's wrong?

She's not able to make it.
There's been a train crash.

All doctors to remain
in the hospital for the foreseeable.

Oh, no.

She's really sorry, she was so
looking forward to meeting you.

Well, I mean, maybe tomorrow?
We're here for a couple of days.

She's on a 48 hour call,
God love her.

Brutal, isn't it?

And bloody annoying, too.

We've come all this way!

Come on, she's saving lives.

A little more important than meeting
her dad's new girlfriend.

But I so wanted you to meet her.

It's fine.

More sightseeing,

long lunch...

Siesta?

We'll have a lovely time.

And tomorrow...

You know, we're quite close
to Gibraltar, you know?

I'll er, I'll set the alarm for
seven, shall I?

The book says it's a two hour drive.

Are you sure about this?

Absolutely sure?

It was my idea!

Just wait there.
Stay there.

Stay just like that.

Lily, will you get up,
for God's sake!

You're going to make us all late!

- You're going to have to go in there.
- Lily? Come on, will you get up?

Lily? Shit.

She's not in there.

She's not downstairs.

Lily?

- Lily?
- I said, she's not downstairs.

Oh, for God's sake, George!
Do something!

All right! I'm calling her phone.
Shush, listen!

Answerphone.

Fuck.

Hi?
Knock, knock.

Hello!

Hey, Mary. How are you?

All right.

Erm, could I leave these with you
for a few weeks?

Course you can.

Thanks.

How are things? With, with Leila.

Er... Yeah. I think we're getting
there. I think. Hope.

Good. I always said she's very lucky
to have you.

Well, I don't know about that,
but, er,

there is quite a few more
of those...

It's fine, it's fine.

Such a shame though,
that your mum's moving, isn't it?

Yeah, but it's not done yet, Mary,

cos we've still got time
to turn that ship around.

I don't know about that. Not if
her new car's anything to go by!

He's obviously done well
for himself, hasn't he?

It's a bit too flashy for my liking.

Although... I suppose he could have
bought it on credit,

I suppose, couldn't he?

What?

Well, people do, don't they,
these days? Buy now, pay later!

Whereas we always had to save up
for things.

Anyway, get your bags,
I'll put the kettle on.

OK, well, thanks.
Yeah, right, thanks. Bye.

Nothing?

What do we do now?
She's not at school.

She's not at Cassie's,
not at Bella's. Christ Almighty!

OK, look, we need to just try
and stay calm!

If you... It's all very well for
the police to say she's low risk,

what do they know?

We need to get out there ourselves,
just start searching.

Let's get in the car,
start searching the streets.

Nats?

Oh, oh! Thank God!

Is she all right? Just...
Can I talk to her!

'Actually, Helen, '

she's asleep now and she wants me
to talk to you first...

She's fine, she's fine,
she's just...

well, she's a bit upset
about something,

and she's asked me to talk to you
about it.

OK. Well, we're on our way over.

'No, no, no, not George. Just you.'

- Not George?
- Not me? Why not?

'Just you.'

- Call you later.
- Bye.

There. Now, I think you should
actually go

and get some sleep now,
sweetheart.

Right? Leave this to me.

OK.

Have a nice day.

Ooh, sorry!

- What are you doing here?
- I want to talk to you.

What about?

Us.

I don't think I ever apologised
enough for what happened.

And, erm...

...it must have been awful for you
when you found out...

...about the money.

And I wanted to say
that I'm really sorry about that.

And I want it to go on the record
just to state that officially.

OK. Thanks.

So, how are you feeling?

Erm, I'm still pretty angry,
to be honest.

Ah-ha, yep.

When you find out you've been
lied to systematically for years

it's incredibly hurtful.

God, Leila,
I never wanted to hurt you.

You know that,
I never wanted to hurt you.

Maybe, but that's what
it feels like.

Thousands and thousands of pounds,
gambling.

I mean, never mind me, Jake,
but how could you do that?

How could you do that to our kids?

Make them homeless...

No, they're not...
they're not homeless!

Thanks to my mum, Jake!

It's the worst kind of betrayal.

It's even worse
than you having an affair.

What, like you are?

What?

The kids said you are seeing
someone else.

Oh, my God!

And we told them that this was
a temporary solution

and that we would be getting back
together eventually, didn't we?

You told them that, not me.

Who is it, Leila?

It is none of your business!
I think I'd better go.

No, no, no! It is my business,

it is my business who my wife
is sleeping with, OK?

Get off me.

If you ever lay a finger
on me again...

And I miss you.

Who is she? The woman who posted it?

Lily's got no idea.

It was just one of her followers,
Beachgirl189. No photo.

I'm so sorry. I really am.

Shit, what a mess.

Poor Lily.

I think she was frightened
that you'd be furious,

and that it would lead
to a God almighty row with George

which she didn't want to witness.

And she didn't want you to be angry
with her for telling you.

She still doesn't.

God, I'm not angry with her!
Not with her.

With him, yes. Jesus...

Well, steady on though, because
you don't know all the facts yet.

You're taking his side? Because
you two get on so well, obviously.

No. No, no. Look, I'm just saying
you two obviously have to talk. OK?

And so I've said to Lily that
she can stay with me for a few days.

As long as it takes.

Oh, piss off!

You know, it makes perfect sense,
now I think of it.

Of course it does!

I need a drink.

Excuse me.

I mean, what kind of woman
does this to another woman?

What kind of... bitch?

Maybe he didn't tell her
that he was married?

Oh, he's got a fucking ring
on his finger! Do all men lie?

I mean, do they? First Dad?
Now George?

Look, if you're going to go and talk
to him, maybe best without a drink?

You're right.

Excuse me, a large glass
of house white, please.

I'm not going to talk to him now.

I need to think it all through
properly first. Lying bastard.

I told you to piss off...

Oh, it's Mum.

Wh...?

Have you just seen Mum's text?

- 'Yeah.'
- 'Oh, God, what has she done?'

I cannot fucking believe it!

Holy shit!

Yeah! Let's see what we can get
out of this!

- Please take care, Mark!
- It's good, isn't it?

- Can you slow down a bit, please?
- Don't worry, it's fine.

I can't believe she got married
the day before Dad's birthday.

What was she thinking?

It's a kick in the teeth.

She was perfectly healthy
before she met Mark, wasn't she?

Yeah, super healthy.

And he was right there, with her,
when she collapsed.

Yeah, he cooked her dinner
that night.

Yeah, he could have slipped
something into her food.

- No! - Oh, come on, no!
- What, no? Really?

He could have done.

I don't trust him.
Is he even a doctor?

Well, I checked him out
on a database at work.

He's completely legit.

A highly respected
orthopaedic surgeon

with absolutely no complaints.

All right, all right, fine.
But what about outside of work, hm?

Er no, excuse me!

Well, we don't know anybody
who can vouch for him, do we?

His friends are all up North,
his wife's dead,

and his daughter's in Spain -
and that's if she even exists.

Er, do you mind?

What do you mean, if she exists?

Well, come on, they went all the way
to Spain to meet her,

and she didn't show.

Why would he lie
about having a daughter?

Why would he lie?
To get Mum to Gibraltar for their

spur of the moment wedding!
Why else?

- Yeah, but she said the wedding was her idea.
- Yeah.

Yeah, but who gave her the idea?
He's been on the charm offensive

ever since he met her.
And now they're married,

he stands to inherit
all of her money!

Yeah, he'll get everything.

I bet she doesn't realise that.

I bet he does.

Just enjoy it!

- It's great!
- I'm doing my best!

Come on! Yee-hoo!

Hello! Hello!

- Please do... George.
- Hi.

So, how have things been
since last we met?

Helen, why don't you start
this time?

Thanks, Jon. Erm, well,
it's been an interesting week.

Er, our daughter ran away
from home on Tuesday -

went to stay with my sister,
and refuses to come back.

Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry to...

Yeah, the reason she ran away, oh,
and George doesn't know this yet,

because I've been waiting
for a good time to tell him,

is that someone sent her
a picture of her dad.

Someone who says
he's her new boyfriend.

What the fuck?

Yeah, that's right.
George, my husband,

who claims to have no interest
in sex anymore...

yeah, his lover contacted
our daughter

to expose the whole affair.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
What is all this?

Helen, maybe I should suggest...

So is it true, George, that
you're having an affair? Yes or no?

No! It's utter bollocks!

Well, that's, that's funny,
because I've got a photo here of you

in the pub on Sunday, taken by her.
Isn't that you, George?

Helen, I really don't think...

Well, I mean, yeah that's-
yes, that's me.

But I can assure you,
I'm not having an affair!

What do you think, Jon?
True or false? Can I trust him?

Well, look,
I think we should just...

I mean, we'll never know, will we?

Cos at the end of the day
it's her word against yours,

whoever she is.

All I did was chat to her!

Oh, really? Just, just chatting
was it? I mean, who is she?

- Look, if we just take a deep breath...
- Oh, shut up!

I have no bloody idea!

Oh, really? So the whole thing's
just a figment of her imagination?

And you're just an innocent bloke

having a chat with an unknown woman
in a pub?

- Yes! Helen, for Christ's sake!
- All right, then, prove it!

Bring me the woman
who sent this picture

and let me hear her tell me
that she's never slept with you!

Has Mummy seen her new friend again?

Last night.

Oh, right.

Have you met him?

We saw him in the car. He waved.

Ah, he waved.
Ah, that's nice, that's nice.

Was Mummy wearing her lipstick?

She was?

Right, I'll catch you up.

OK.

Mary?

Can I just ask you a favour?
It's about Mum.

Is she, is she all right?

She's still in Spain
with her boyfriend, isn't she?

Yes, er, only he's not
the boyfriend anymore.

- He's now the husband.
- What?

Yep. They just got married
in Gibraltar.

I know. We all feel the same.

Look, do you mind just keeping
an eye on her when she gets back?

Erm, we're all just a bit concerned
because it's happened so fast.

Course I will. Of course.

Yeah, just, er, call me if-
if anything's not quite right.

Thanks, Mary.

All right?

Yeah.

Natalie?

I was just wondering,

what did his first wife die of?

- I messed up with Leila.
- I'm sorry.

I haven't had a drink or laid a bet
for nine weeks now.

And I'm working all the hours
I can to pay her back,

and still...

...still...

...I can't quite get it right.

I love my kids. They're my world.

Do you know, that's why I started
gambling in the first place?

Because I wanted more for them.

It's just...

God, it's so fucking stupid.

Mm.

Anyway, ah. Sorry.
You don't need to hear all this.

This is not why I'm here.

This is work.

Er, look, I've been hurt before.

Oh, and I have fucked up badly,
believe me.

I mean, that's why these days,
that I...

I pay for sex. But, look,
I completely understand.

Thanks.

It turns out,
Gibraltar is one of the few places

where you can just
get married these days.

Luckily for us.

It's all down to the India trip,
really.

I mean, if there was any kind
of emergency when we're away,

then it would just be easier
if we are each other's next of kin.

So if any decisions need to be made
about our health or anything,

they can be made straight away,
without the delay

of trying to get hold
of our kids back in Europe.

Ah.

I mean, we might be
in some remote part of the country,

so it just...
it's a practical solution.

And a little bit romantic too.

And a little bit romantic too.

OK, I'll go and get the steaks
and start cooking.

- What were you thinking?
- I thought you were anti-marriage?

Well, you might at least
have discussed it with us first!

Yes, why didn't you tell us?

Well, it was just on
the spur of the moment.

Right, but do we not have
a right to know?

- This is a huge, decision, Mum.
- Yeah.

It may be a big decision for you,
but not so much for me.

I mean, it's not even
a lifetime's commitment.

I've had most of my mine!

Look, I'm nearly 70,
and I've had a health scare,

so, I mean, you know, why not?

All right, but why did you have to
do it the day before Dad's birthday?

Yeah!

Oh, I...

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'd completely forgotten.

Oh, right, OK. You forgot.
After 45 years of marriage?

What about your independence?

- Yeah.
- You said you-

you were loving being
free at last.

Yeah. He's talked you into this,
didn't he?

- And now you're just back where you were!
- And you hardly know him!

Are any of you just the tiniest bit
happy for me?

Are you not yet at an age when you
might just be a little bit gracious

and think about how I am feeling

and not how everything,
EVERYTHING is about you?

- Oh, Mum...
- Oh for God's sake!

Vivien!
Come quick! Your car! It's on fire!

- What?
- Oh, my God!

Jesus! What the - Mum!

Stand back, get well away!

- Mark! Please leave it!
- Get further back!

And Mark Kinneally had only just
bought the car for your mother

when it was set on fire,
is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

- Just kids, we think.
- Hm.

Get back! Get back!
It's going to blow!

No, no! Dear God!

But none of you actually saw any
kids on the beach that night?

No.

Sorry to interrupt, sir.
A message from the hospital.

They've gone into surgery.

Excuse me.