All language subtitles for Flesh and Blood 1x02 - ORGANIC(English)

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.

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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?

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.

Are you all right?

Careful! Careful.

Da-da!

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!

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.

- 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...?

- Same again?
- Thank you!

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?

And you?

- Me?
- Swim to Daddy.

Oh, no. No, no. No.

No-one special.

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.

- 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.

Night, Mum.

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_

_

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.

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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!

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.

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.

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,
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.

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.

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, 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?

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.

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

- No, no!
- Come on, 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.