All language subtitles for Warren.S01E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

- Alvin, Simon, Theodore.

- [Radio Presenter]
That's correct, Warren.

- Yes!

- [Radio Presenter]
We're into sudden death,

playing for the meal
for two at Bella Italia.

Stephen, which footballer

married former Spice
Girl Victoria Beckham?

- [Stephen] David Beckham.

- [Radio Presenter] That's correct.

- Bloody easy.

- [Radio Presenter] Warren, in what year

did Preston become a city?

- You're joking me!

- [Radio Presenter] You have 10 seconds.

- Well, it's not a city, is it?

It can't be.

- [Radio Presenter] I'm
looking for the year.

- Oh, for 1957.

- [Radio Presenter] I'm
afraid the answer was 2002.

Congratulations, Stephen,
you've won the meal for two.

- [Stephen] Oh, amazing!

- Absolute stitch-up.

- [Radio Presenter] All the questions

are written fairly, Warren.

- That's a load of total bollocks.

- [Radio Presenter] Ah,
there's no need for that.

Apologies, listeners.

Now--

- I mean, what a ridiculous question.

Did you know this place was a city?

- Yeah, of course.

- Well, why didn't you say anything?

- Can I just go home now?

My lesson ended, like, 25 minutes ago.

- Yeah, all right.

City of Preston!

I've heard it all now.

(happy music)

- Hello, love.

- Is Preston a city, yes or no?

- Yeah, think so.

- I mean, who's giving
this place city status?

It's a shit hole.

- Preston is beautiful,
thank you very much.

All you see is the ring road every day.

- If you're gonna go on about
how nice the bus station is,

I don't want to hear it.

- It's Grade-II listed,
so is the railway station.

- Interesting, isn't it?

The only nice buildings in
Preston are points of exit.

Did Charlie get to the airport all right?

- Yeah, I dropped him there this morning.

Oh, he was so excited.

When I got there, they were
all dressed in Hawaiian shirts!

(laughs)

Oh, it was ever so funny.

- Sounds hilarious.

- See you later, love.

- [Warren] Where are you going?

- I've told you, Danny's parents evening.

Are you sure you're not coming?

- No, I told you, legally,
he's nothing to do with me,

so it's probably against the rules.

Just not worth the risk.

- I've left you a quiche in the fridge.

Make sure Danny eats

and doesn't just sit upstairs all night.

See you in a bit.

- [Warren] All right, love.

- Danny!

We're going out.

- Mrs Humphreys.

Hello, again.

How are you?

- Yeah, fine, thanks.

And you, are you having a nice evening?

- Yes, can't complain.

- Oh, good, good, good to know.

- Is everything all right?

- Oh, sorry, I get a bit
nervous at these things.

I never did too well at school,

so it brings back bad memories.

I used to get in trouble

'cause I'd just sit at the back

with Sandra Whedon passing
love notes to Michael Price.

- Well, you needn't be nervous.

- I didn't fancy him that much,

but his dad owned a launderette

and his clothes smelled ever so nice.

- Sure.

Shall we crack on with Danny?

- Oh, God, yeah, sorry.

- Well, Danny is one of our star pupils.

He's a very bright young man.

- He must get that from his dad's side.

- He's kind, he's friendly, he's helpful.

- Maybe not.

- Although I am a little
worried about him at the moment.

His grades have dropped slightly

over the past five or six weeks,

and he seems a bit distracted.

- Oh, no, that's not like him.

- No.

Have you noticed any
change in him at home?

- Well, I suppose he has
seemed a bit out of sorts.

But I just thought that was because

my partner has started
turning the Wi-Fi off

after nine to save on electric.

- And does Danny get on
well with your partner?

- Oh, yeah, they get on ever so well.

Danny loves spending time with him.

- How'd he miss from there?

He only had to stick his leg out!

Oh, God, this game's awful.

Play the offside trap,
you've all got to be on it,

you know what I mean?

- I don't really like football, Warren.

- Christ, you're hard work, Danny.

- Sorry.

- Oh!

The peas are still frozen.

Oh!

Oh, I'm so fed up.

- We could ask 'em to
put something else on.

- How has it ended up like this?

Look at me, sat in a pub

with a 14-year-old watching Scotland play.

- I'm 15, actually.

- Do you know, all I ever wanted in life

was a lovely little house in Dorset,

out of town, somewhere peaceful,

nice new Mondeo on the drive,

a couple of little chickens
running around the garden,

maybe one of those garage
doors that closes on its own.

Not too much to ask, is it?

What do I end up with?

A divorced mother of
two living in Preston.

- Can we go home soon, Warren?

I've got a Call Of Duty tournament to play

before you turn the Wi-Fi off.

- Yeah, of course you have.

If your mother asks, we
had quiche for dinner.

- I quite like quiche.

- You can pick it out the
bin if you're still hungry.

Did you know Preston was a city?

- Yeah, they changed it in 2002.

- All right, Danny,
nobody likes a smart arse.

Bloody hell, even the
Queen did a walkabout.

Poor Queen, imagine what
was going through her head

walking around this place.

You all right, love?

- (sighs) Well a couple of teachers

mentioned that Danny's
grades have been dropping,

and he's been a bit out of sorts.

How was he tonight?

- Bit quiet.

But to be honest, he's
not great company anyway.

- Tried to have a word with him,

but he just said everything were fine.

- There you go, then.

- I was thinking, maybe you
could have a word with him.

- Oh, no way.

Well, you two get on,
maybe he'll chat with you,

man-to-man sort of thing.

- No, get Charlie to do it,

or send him next door
to Ian, he likes Ian.

- Please, Warren, just have
a little word with him,

see if you can find out what's up.

It might be serious.

(gasps) He might have
started taking drugs!

- Oh, calm down, Anne!

I'll have a word with
him tomorrow after work,

if that'll put your mind at rest.

- Okay.

Thanks, love.

- Hey, how was the quiche?

- Cracking, yeah, really hit the spot.

- Oh, good!

Well, they were on offer, so
the freezer's full of 'em.

You can have the same tomorrow as well.

- Lovely.

- And then they said
it'll take off in an hour,

and gave us a voucher for three pound.

I said, three pound?

That won't even get us coffee!

Anyway, we went back to the lounge,

Murray had a bacon roll,
I just went for a latte.

- Oh!

- Well, the bacon roll on
its own was three pound, 30,

so I'm down 30p before I've
even started my holiday!

Anyway, we went back an hour
later, and lo and behold,

the flight was delayed,
so Murray hit the roof.

- Hang on, where are you going?

- Oh, is it all right to
drop me off at home today?

I'm not working this week.

- I'm not a bloody taxi service, love.

- But it's just up there on
the left, you can see it there.

Anyway, Murray nearly
causes a bloody riot,

comes down--

- I didn't know you lived on a farm.

Oh, yes, Murray's been
a farmer all his life.

- Is it a working farm?

- Yeah, it's got the lot.

Cows, sheep, pigs, couple of horses,

few chickens, fish pond.

- Oh, yeah, I've always
fancied having chickens.

My mum and dad used to
keep 'em when I was a kid.

- Fresh eggs every morning, can't beat it.

And they cost nothing to
keep either, chickens.

Pay for themselves in a couple of weeks.

Now where was I?

Oh, so Murray demands that Stelios--

- Never mind Stelios,

tell me a bit more about these chickens.

Anne!

- In the kitchen.

- Guess what?

I bought a chicken.

- You've done what?

- I've bought a chicken!

- Why?

- Think of all the lovely
fresh eggs we'll have.

Better than all that supermarket shite.

- But where are you gonna put it?

- Gonna put it in our bedroom.

Where do you think I'm gonna put it?

I'm gonna make a pen.

- You were supposed to
be talking to Danny.

He came out of his room this morning,

and his eyes were all red.

I'm worried it might be drugs after all.

- Anne, have a day off.

You're talking about Danny.

- But why were his eyes red?

- Don't know, probably been
blowing his clarinet too hard.

- Will you speak to him today?

- Yeah, he can help me build the pen.

He'll love all this.

Danny, come here!

I want ya!

- Did Warren just call me?

- He's in the garden.

He's bought a chicken, love.

- Oh, right.

- No, I think he wants
you to go and help him.

- [Warren] Danny, come here!

- Oh, Mum, do I have to?

- I think it'd mean a lot, yeah.

I've not seen him this excited

since that student
accidentally paid him twice.

Come and give your old mum a cuddle.

Aw!

(sniffing)

(chuckles)

- I told you that old rabbit
hutch would come in handy.

Your mother was always
on at me to chuck it.

It's good wood, that is.

Oi, not so rough with that netting!

- Doesn't it need a proper coop, Warren?

- Oh, suddenly he's Chris Packham.

All it needs is a bit to run around in,

somewhere to have a kip, and
somewhere to lay me an egg.

- What are you gonna name it?

I'm not gonna bloody
name it, it's a chicken.

- I didn't know if you wanted to.

- You want me to take
it for walks as well?

- Ow!

- Quiet, you're frightening it!

- Warren, that's the third
splinter I've got now!

"Oh, that's the third
splinter I've got now."

Go inside and ask your
mum for some gloves,

you tiny little girl.

- Oh, what's going on here, then?

Building an extension?

- Oh, that's very good, Ian, as usual.

No, I'm putting up a chicken run.

- A chicken run?

Why?

- Why do you think, you tit?

I bought a chicken.

- You can't keep chickens
in a suburban garden!

Think of the noise pollution.

- Here we go.

It's not Foghorn Leghorn.

It's one little chicken.

- And it'll attract rats.

It's a well-known fact that
chickens attract vermin.

This place will be awash by sunrise.

- Yeah, tell you what, mate,
you look after your garden,

and I'll look after mine.

- Where are you going?

You're not just gonna leave
it unattended like that?

- Oh, shut up, you bell-end.

- So how's it going?

- Oh, yeah, she's settling in, no problem.

- Not the chicken, Warren, Danny!

Did you speak to him?

- Oh, no, not yet.

- Why not?

You said you would.

- Well, what exactly do
you want me to say to him?

Your mum thinks you're a crackhead,

could you smile a bit more?

- Oh, for goodness' sake, just go upstairs

and try and find out if
there's anything wrong.

- Probably up there now

trying to flog his clarinet
to pay for his next fix.

- Now, or that chicken's going back!

- That's not even funny, Anne.

You all right?

- Oh, sorry, I was just
finishing some homework.

- Oh, no worries.

Can I sit on the bed?

- Yeah, if you want.

- Oh!

Big, isn't it? Space.

Not for me, I'm all right here.

- Warren, what's going on?

- Oh, for Christ's sake.

Listen, your mother's worried about you.

She went to your parents evening,

and your teachers said

your grades were dropping or something.

- Not really, I got an A
instead of an A star in maths,

but that was it.

- Oh, bloody hell.

The way your mother was going on,

I thought you were
turning into Forrest Gump.

Christ.

- Um Warren?

- Yeah?

- Could I ask you something, actually?

- Its not about your homework, is it?

'Cause I can't help you there, mate.

- No, no, it's not school-related.

It's a bit personal.

- You don't want me to have a look at?

- No, no, nothing like that.

- Thank Christ for that.

What's up, then?

- Promise you won't say anything to Mum?

- Yeah, I promise.

- It's just, there is
something on my mind.

- [Warren] Right.

- Warren.

- [Warren] Yeah?

- I'm in love.

(laughing)

- I'm sorry.

- It's not funny!

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, mate, I just wasn't
expecting you to say that.

Go on.

Who is she?

It is a she, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, only I wondered
with the clarinet and stuff.

Go on.

- Her name's Jenny.

She's in the year above me at school.

She works weekends in the supermarket,

and she does drama for her GCSEs.

- Right.

- Well, that's it.

- So what's your problem?

- Well, what do I do?

- Have you spoken to her?

- No.

Well, once, yeah, but that was just 'cause

she jumped in front of
me in the dinner queue.

- What happened?

- She just said, "Can
I go in front of you?"

- Right, what did you say?

- "Yeah."

- Oh, sounds like you're off to a flyer.

A real whirlwind romance.

- I'm wasting my time, aren't I?

- No, you're not, just go
up to her and ask her out.

Girls like a bit of confidence.

- I'm scared, though.

- You've got nothing to be scared of.

I'll drive you to go and
see her at work tomorrow.

- No!

- Mate, you can sit there and worry about

what would have happened
for the rest of your life,

or you can grow a pair of
conkers and just ask her out.

- You reckon?

- Yeah, we'll get you looking all smart,

she won't know what hit her.

- Okay.

Thanks, Warren.

- Yeah.

Mum's the word, eh?

Now, are you gonna sit
there on your arse all day,

or are you gonna come and help
me build this chicken coop?

All right, hang on, I'm coming!

Oh, what now?

- Warren, that chicken
kept us up all night.

The noise is absolutely unbearable.

- What bloody noise?

- The constant clucking.

- Is this a wind-up?

- It's keeping the whole
neighborhood awake.

They weren't designed to be
kept in quiet cul-de-sacs.

- Right, come with me.

- What?

- Come on, we'll have a listen.

- Where?

- There.

- And that's keeping you awake, is it?

- Well, I didn't know
when I purchased my house

I'd be living next to a farmyard.

- All right, well, I'll
have a word with her,

how about that?

I'll ask her to keep it down for you.

- And I think you owe my
wife an apology as well.

Terrified of chickens.

She's scared to leave the house.

- Funny, even though she
married a complete cock?

You cluck all you want, my darling.

- The more I think about it,

the more I reckon it is drugs, you know.

Did he say anything to you yesterday?

- What, about drugs?

- Yes!

I was watching a show on
Channel Five last night

about teenage drug
addicts in Great Yarmouth.

They said telltale signs
were finding home-made bongs

in the bedroom.

- Did you find a home-made
bong in his bedroom?

- No, but I did find

the socks my mum gave him for Christmas,

still in the bloody wrapper.

- Christ.

He's hardly Keith Richards, though, is he?

I'm gonna sort it all out today, Anne,

I've got it all in hand, all right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

What do you reckon to the name Maude?

You think she looks like a Maude?

- I knew a woman once called Maude

who worked up on the industrial estate.

She found a lump in the March,

and they gave her three months to live.

She was robbed of another hour

when the clocks went forward a week later.

Such a shame!

(playful music)

- Maude it is, then.

Hands out your pockets.

Right, that's it.

You look fine.

You ready?

- Yep.

- Okay, just take something
up to buy, anything will do.

- Tampons?

- Yeah, make you look

more in tune with a
woman's needs, won't it?

- Who would I be buying them for?

- Your mum.

- Who buys tampons for their mum?

- I don't bloody know,
stop reading into things.

You take that up to her till, put it down,

compliment her, say you're at
school with her or whatever,

then ask for her number, all right?

- Yep.

- You'll be fine, just be yourself.

- Yep.
- Okay.

Now, which one is she?

- Brown hair, till five.

- Alright, get in the car.

- What?

- Car, now, go.

- I thought--
- Car!

- What was all that about?

- Danny, what I'm about to say to you

is for your own good, Okay?

- Right.

- You've got no chance.

That girl in there is like the
Manchester United of girls,

and you are, at best, Wigan Athletic.

- Warren, you know I don't like football.

- Oh, for Christ's sake, Danny,

she's far too good-looking
for you, all right?

- You said I look--

- Forget what I said.

There's no way I'm gonna let you

humiliate yourself by asking out a girl

who's miles out of your league.

Won't do your self-confidence
any good at all.

Put your seat belt on.

You tried your best, but
it just wasn't meant to be.

Four days I've had her, and nothing.

Not one single egg.

- Really?

That's weird.

Sometimes they get like that.

Did I tell you about my friend Norman--

You've sold me a barren chicken!

That's what's happened.

You pulled a fast one!

- There's nothing wrong with that chicken.

She's probably just stressed or something.

- Stressed?

She's not doing her 11 plus, love.

I've set her up like a queen out there.

She's doing better than I am!

- Yes, but if they feel uncomfortable

or worried about anything, they won't lay.

- Oh, right, so I'll book her in

with a shrink, then, shall I?

- She probably just misses her friends.

They're sociable animals, chickens are.

- All right, so I've got to
take her on play dates as well?

- No, but they don't
like to be on their own.

They always lay better
when there's a few of them.

- She probably just needs
a bit of company, you know.

They're sociable animals, Anne.

- I don't know if we
have the room, Warren.

- Maude, come and meet your new friends!

Maude?

Maude?

- Oh, Warren, I think
she's made a run for it.

- Oh, no, that's the bloody foxes!

The fox has got her!

I told Danny to double up on the fencing!

- Sorry, love.

- [Ian] Oi, get out of here.

- There she is!

- Get your chicken off of my property!

It's attacking me.

- Stop doing that, you're frightening her!

- Look at its claws!

It'll have someone's eye out with them.

- Just pick her up and
give her back to me.

- I'm not touching it.

They're ridden with disease.

- For God's sake, Ian,
it's just a little chicken.

- Be gentle with her!

He's upset her.

- Careful, Paula, it went for me.

- Aye, you're brave, Paula.

Ian said you wouldn't come out
of the house because of her.

- Oh, no, you're fine, I love animals, me.

Come here, love.

- [Paula] There you go, Warren, love.

- There we go, come on, baby.

- No, Ian's the one with
the little chicken phobia.

When he were eight, his
family lost him in a farmyard.

- Oh, dear, poor thing.

- They found him two hours later

wedged under the nest boxes.

They didn't even recognisz him at first,

he was covered in that much shit.

- Oh.

- Ooh, I know.

- More of them?

- [Warren] In you go.

She's keen.

What's wrong with you?

You trying to kill me?

- Just go inside, Ian.

- I'm going to cycle to
Lewis', Mum, see you later.

- Put your helmet on, love, please.

Oh, I'm so worried, Warren.

- I'll just whack a bit
of extra fencing on there,

it'll be all right.

- Not about the chickens, for God's sake!

About Danny.

Where did you both go earlier?

He seems worse than ever.

- Oh, he made me promise
not to say anything.

- Oh, my God, did he take
you to his drug dealer?

- No!

- Oh, God, we'll have
to send him to rehab.

Shall I call the Priory?

- All right, all right, if you insist,

he's been acting weird
because he likes a girl.

- A girl?
- Yeah.

- Is that it?

- Yeah, but don't say anything to him,

or he'll know I told you.

- Who is she?

- Oh, well, Jenny's her name.

She's a year above him at school,

and she does the tills at weekends.

- Oh, Jenny Humphreys, I can see it now!

Yeah, well, that's where you're wrong,

I told him not to bother.

- Eh? Why?

- Well, we went to go and see her,

and she's way too good-looking for him.

He hasn't got a chance.

- You didn't actually say
that to him, though, did you?

- I told him the truth, Anne.

Set his sights a bit lower.

There's plenty of other fish in the sea.

They're just not such good-looking fish,

like a pollock or a grouper.

- Right, the minute he gets home,

you are gonna go and tell him
he can get any girl he likes.

- Well, I'm not gonna lie to him.

- Warren, you need to put this right!

- She's not blind, Anne!

All right, girls?

- Warren?

What are you doing?

- I'm looking out for the foxes.

- Okay, 'night.

- Dan, before you go,
sit down for a minute.

I've been thinking.

I was wrong to say what
I said about Jenny.

I reckon you should go for it.

- No, you were right.

She is too good-looking for me.

- No, she's not, you're a
good, all right-looking lad.

You can do it.

- I'm not sure.

- Well, why don't I take
you down there tomorrow,

see if she's working?

- At least you can ask her.

- And you don't think
I'll embarrass myself?

- No!

Not at all.

Just try not to take it personally,
whatever it is she says.

You know, however nasty her comments are,

or however horrified she
looks, just you remember,

you've always got your
clarinet to fall back on.

- Thanks, Warren.

'Night.

(comical music)

- Hopeless.

- I don't know, Warren,
maybe this is a bad idea.

Maybe I am aiming too high.

- What? No!

Although, what about that
nice redhead on number three?

Oh, sweet Jesus!

- Let's just go home.

- No!

Danny, sometimes in life,
you've just got to take a risk.

- Really?

- Yeah, I took a risk when
I asked your mother out.

- Was she out of your league?

- What? No chance.

I didn't know how the whole
kids thing would work out.

I was nervous before I met you two,

and then I grew to like you.

Well, not Charlie, really,
but you're all right.

- I'm not sure.

- Listen, I didn't piss a
liter and a half of unleaded

up against the wall
bringing you here twice

for you to wimp out now.

Get in there, go on!

- Text me?

- Yeah, yeah sure.

See you.

She wants to hang out
after school on Monday!

- Do you think she's simple or something?

Danny, if this turns out
to be a big practical joke,

you've got to promise me you
won't get too upset, all right?

Oh, you're kidding me!

(playfully tense music)

- He shouldn't be long.

- What the bloody hell's going on?

- Oh, Warren, love, this
is Amanda from the RSPCA.

- I'm afraid we had an anonymous tip-off

suggesting that chickens
were being mistreated

at this address.

- Oh, did you?

- So obviously, we had
to come and investigate.

- Listen, love,

these chickens are treated
like bloody royalty.

- Sir, I never thought--

- They get organic feed,
they got clean water,

they got a heat lamp.

- He's even wired up a radio

so they can listen to Classic FM at night.

- [Warren] To help them unwind.

- Yeah, I can see--

- There is absolutely no way
you are taking my girls off me.

It'll be over my dead body.

- I was just going to say

that these chickens are treated very well.

- Oh, right, yeah.

Well, they are.

- It's a good-sized pen,

they're relaxed, they seem very happy.

- Mm.
- My only concern

is that they've got a
small case of bumble foot.

Nothing too serious,
but you'll need the vet

to give them a once over and
supply them some treatment.

- How much is that going cost?

- Not much, probably 200 pounds.

- Get out, you muppets.

Go on!

You can bloody keep 'em!

Anonymous tip-off, my arse.

Tosser!

- Just let it go now, love.

- I bet it was him that put
them off laying as well,

staring at them out of
his window all day'd

put anyone off their stride.

(Danny laughing)

All right, Danny, give it a
rest, she can't be that funny.

- Sorry.

- So she just gave him her number?

- Yeah, he walked up, bold as brass,

and she just gave him her
number, just like that.

- Oh, isn't it lovely, to
be young and in love again?

- I don't get what she sees in him.

- People say the same to me.

- What?
(Anne chuckles)

- [Charlie] Hello?

- Oh, me boy's home!

- Oh, God.

Oh, Anne!

Ah. (chuckles)

- [Anne] Oh, my baby!

How was it?

- Oh, not so tight!

- Oh, you look tanned.

- Yeah, I fell asleep by
the pool on the first day,

forgot to put sun cream on.

Doctor at the resort said
I had third degree burns.

- Oh, love!

- Yeah, well, I've got some exciting news!

- So have I.

Danny's got a girlfriend.

- What?

- She's not my girlfriend
yet, we're just texting.

- Oh, and Warren bought
a couple of chickens,

but he's got rid of them now.

- Bloody hell, I've only been gone a week.

- What's your news?

- I got this.

- Oh, good God, Charlie,
that's horrendous!

What on Earth did you get that for?

- We all got one.

Well, we were going to, I went first,

and then the others saw
mine and didn't bother.

- God knows what Warren's going to say.

- You know Preston's a city, don't ya?

- Yeah, all right.

Where is Warren?

(Warren exclaims)

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- Have some of that, you twat!

- [Radio Presenter] So
remember, you're playing

for the half-price MOT at Kwik-Fit.

Stacey, how many inches in a foot?

- [Stacey] 12.

- [Radio Presenter] Correct.

Warren, what is the first
letter of the Greek alphabet?

- Oh, Jesus.

- [Radio Presenter] I'm
gonna have to hurry you.

- Alpha.

- [Radio Presenter] Correct.

Stacey, who is Prince Charles married to?

- [Stacey] Oh, what's her name?

Not Diana, the other one.

- [Warren] You've got to
take her first answer!

- [Radio Presenter] Quiet, please, Warren.

- [Stacey] The one that
wears that posh coat.

- [Radio Presenter] You're
nearly there, Stacey.

- Are you gonna hurry her up or what?

- [Stacey] Darren, who's
married to Charles?

- She's bloody conferring!

- [Radio Presenter] Warren, quiet, please.

- [Stacey] Priscilla,
Priscilla Parker-Bowl.

- [Radio Presenter] I will accept that.

- That's not even right!

- [Radio Presenter] Warren, what is

Michael Caine's real name?

- Maurice Micklewhite.

- [Radio Presenter] Correct.

Stacey, what is the capital of Edinburgh?

I mean, Scotland.

- [Stacey] Edinburgh?

- [Radio Presenter] Correct.

- You just gave her the bloody answer!

- [Radio Presenter] Right well,
I'm sure she knew it anyway.

Warren, in what year was Preston's
beautiful Grade-II listed

bus station completed?

- Oh, er...

- [Radio Presenter]
I'll have to hurry you!

- 1967, nine!

'69!

- [Radio Presenter] I'm
afraid I have to take

your first answer.

- It's 1969, it's 1969.

- [Radio Presenter] Your
first answer was 1967,

which means that, Stacey,
you have won the quiz.

- Oh, for--

(truck horn blares)

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