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Mm.

Gave us a load of free ones
'cause I told them that it's--

-Told them what?
-Mm-mm.

Just... how much
we love condiments. Mm.

-This is nice.
-Hmm.

Two haddock,
one saveloy!

Oh. Oh, this is good fish.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Batter's good and all.

And the chips.

-Good chips. Good, um--
-Good color.

Thank you. Not too pale.

Look, you all wanted me
to do something,

so this is something
we're doing, so let's just

get this done
and forget about it, okay?

Move on. Great.

But, Mum, your 50th birthday,
though, isn't--

Can you... You don't need
to keep saying it.

-What?
-The fucking number, Luke.

You know what? Fucking 50.

Can you pass me one of
the 5 billion vinegars, please?

Thanks very much.
For fuck's sake.

Uh, two fish pies,
one cod roe!

Would have thought you'd have
a bit of fish today, Luke.

-Special occasion.
-He's a vegetarian.

Mm. Fish, though. I mean...

Fish actually grieve
their dead.

-Do they?
-They release a stress hormone.

Jesus Christ, Luke.

Sorry. Hasan says
it's your 50th, love.

Happy birthday.

-Well...
-Happy birthday!

The big 5-0! Yay!

Hey, thanks, everyone.

One steak pie, two cod!

-You gonna try 'em on?
-I'm mid gingernut.

Well, I can't stand looking
at those other things anymore.

They turn my stomach.

There's nothing wrong
with these.

They make you look
like you never bathe,

like a hippie or a squirrel.

You can wear your new shoes
to your 80th party, Granddad.

There's not enough time
to break them in.

Brogues are notoriously stiff.

No one's ever run
a marathon in Brogues.

We're getting
our photo taken tomorrow.

They've got a photographer
coming in. Professional.

He took one of those photos
of Dodi and Diana on the boat,

but he mainly does
this sort of thing now.

I'll get it.

Hello.

Oh. Holly.
I'm here to do Jim's hair.

Am I coming in,
or is he gonna stick his head

around the door,
and I'll do it here?

Oh, sorry.

Uh... Okay. Your vehicle
breaks down in a tunnel.

-Spooky.
-What would do you do first?

A, get out of the car
and stand behind it

to show other drivers
that you're not moving?

Obviously not.
That is... That's mental.

B, switch on your hazards
and call your breakdown company.

-All right, shit.
-Okay. Please pass, Luke.

Please. I just... I don't
wanna be one of those mums

that gives birth
on the floor of a bus.

Don't worry. I will pass.

-Love you.
-Love you, too.

Okay.

Thanks for this.

You're welcome, mate. Mate,
do... do you want to drive?

Um, no, I should--I'll keep
revising in the car.

Right.

Okay.

It's quite a process.

She's gonna blast me ends in
a minute with the men's dryer.

I got a special hair dryer
for the guys.

They got stronger hair,
haven't they, men?

Only need a little breeze
for the ladies.

Knock 'em over, otherwise.

I'm just gonna walk
round the perimeter.

One of the great
English walks, that.

Bye, Granny.

-15 and some shrapnel.
-Oh.

I'm afraid the accumulator
didn't come up, though.

Hey, 15 quid's not bad
at all. Thanks, Holly.

I can't get to the bookies' now,
so Holly goes for me.

Okay. This whole thing
makes more sense now.

What?

He's only got, like,
eight hairs.

-Ooh.
-And I'm working my magic

on all eight of them,
thank you very much.

-She can do yours after.
-But only eight?

Yeah, you've got
to pick your favorites.

You got great hair.
I could do yours for real.

I'm always after people to
practice on for sixth form.

Thank you, Holly.

Holly's helpin' organize
my 80th birthday party.

You two should swap numbers.

Chat sausage rolls
and quiche and whatnot.

Yeah, go on then.
Stick your number in there.

Buckle up, Jim.

And you've come to us
via the...

...inimitable Darren?

Ah, yeah. There can only be
one Darren, thank God.

And he's your business partner?

-Silent partner?
-I mean, silent's the goal.

Yeah, if I can get him
to shut up for five minutes.

-Oh, your coffee.
-Gosh.

Mm.

Wow. Thanks.

Thank you. Thanks.

Cool.

Is that for me, too?
Thanks. Thanks.

It's lovely.

Thanks.

Thanks. Thank you.

Please.

So, we're super keen to
throw open the doors here,

get as much wisdom
in the room as possible.

Sorry. You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, no, I was...

I'm just gonna let it
cool down for a bit

'cause it's very, very,
very hot.

What we're excited by...

...is the sheer breadth
of your experience.

We think that that is something

we could really feed from here.

Great. Well,
I would love to, um...

well... feed you,
I suppose.

That's great.

-Mm.
-Yeah. She's great.

Yeah.

Mmm, that smells complicated.

-How was it?
-I got it. They love me.

Oh! Great. Well done.

They offered me
the job on the spot.

They didn't even wanna
see the other candidate.

Ah, mate, well,
that calls for a drink.

Uh, Luke has
some good news, too.

-Oh, yeah.
-I, uh, I passed my theory.

Oh, Luke, that's amazing.
You must be so relieved.

-Yeah, I am.
-Oh.

Still gotta do
my practical, though.

Oh, you'll be fine.

Um, Maya, is apple juice
all right for you?

Yeah, yeah. Thanks.

Did you get one of these?

What am I looking at?

It's a walking holiday, Paul.
Look at them.

They seem very happy.

This is my demographic now,

these guys.
Swimming costume off.

I'm going on holiday
in a fucking cagoule now, am I?

Look, just chuck it.

It's junk. I get
that stuff all the time.

-Am I on some sort of register?
-Fuckin' hope not.

Oh, they're gonna try
and sell me a little chair

for the shower next,
aren't they?

Oh, sounds fucking lovely,
to be fair.

I'll take them.

-Yeah.
-Ah, shit, just remembered.

I've got to get more booze for
Dad's thing. Drink up. Drink up.

You know he started having
his hair done regularly?

-Mm.
-Can you get a blue rinse

for a bald head?

Holly says no one
has them anymore.

They all get this
demi wave thing because

your hair thins as you age.
You lose, like, 70% volume.

Holly says it's better
just to chop it off

after a certain point.
It's just wisps otherwise.

-Right. Uh--
-Holly's granddad's hairdresser.

Well, not just Granddad's.
She does all of them.

She's paying her way
through sixth form.

She's full-time now.
Well, four days a week.

Right. A toast...
to Mum and Luke.

-Aw.
-Mum and Luke.

Yes.

Hey, mate,
play your cards right,

you'll be driving her
to work on her first day.

Lovely.

Just look over to me
again, Bobby.

How long is this gonna take?

Well, they can't rush it, Jim.
It's a proper portrait.

Portrait? Who am I,
Henry the fucking VIII?

Hello.

I don't know why you won't
put your new shoes on.

Jesus, Jackie, they're not gonna
get me shoes in it, are they?

-It'll be from the knees up.
-But what if it isn't?

What if it's, you know,
what's it called?

-Full frontal?
-Full length.

-All right, Holly.
-Hello.

I'm gonna give Leslie
a quick zhuzh.

She doesn't need a zhuzh.
She needs a defibrillator.

-Hmm.
-Lovely bow tie.

Be nice for Luke and Ava
to have a proper photo of us.

They've already got one of us
in Mitcham at the carvery.

What,
and you'd want that printed

alongside your obituary,
would you?

Look, Jimmy's
getting his shoe in it.

Big smile! Excellent.

Oh, I don't know why
you won't put your shoes--

Because they're me
last shoes, aren't they?

I've had these ones seven years,

so the next pair
will be me last.

-They're a dead man's shoes.
-Just a pair of shoes.

It's the pair of shoes
I'm gonna be buried in.

Thank you.
How's everything?

Well, I'm not burying you
in those old ones.

I'd rather you went in barefoot
or in my slippers.

I can't put the new ones on,
Jackie. Not yet.

Right.
Let's try a fun one, shall we?

-That's brilliant.
-Oh, for crying out loud.

Can I have
the next victim, please?

Hey. Are...
Are they finished?

Oh, no, they're still queuing.

Is Mr. January
doing his nude shots?

Yes. It's getting
very steamy in there.

I was gonna get a tea

-if you want one.
-Sure.

Susie's back in town!
Hooray!

What was it? A wedding?
Any good?

Oh, six out of 10.
Could do better.

Ooh. God, you forget the vicar
might be judging you.

Well, they didn't bring out
those canapés quick enough.

It's like,
I'm not saying long, lads.

Get the arancini balls movin'!

I only started coming
for a bit of extra cash,

but turns out
I love old people.

They are excellent,
the ones I know, anyway.

They're just so good
at chilling. Look at 'em.

They've been there for hours,
just lookin', thinkin',

appreciatin' the small things,
you know?

Is it possible that they
can't actually get up?

Maybe we should
check their pulses.

Are you disrespecting
Gwen and Michael?

You're lucky Gwen ain't
got her hearing aids in.

That's all I want.
You know, simple stuff.

Nice house.

Nice girlfriend. Nice dog.

I've always wanted a dog,
but it wouldn't be fair on it.

Living in a city?

No, living with my dad.

-So, what you do for fun?
-I don't know.

I've never been great
at having fun.

-Maybe I'm too serious.
-Uh, bollocks. You're hilarious.

But I mean,
you should have a hobby.

-Like what?
-I don't know. Pick one.

Uh... roller skatin'?

-Roller skatin'?
-Yeah.

I haven't been either, so...

we could...
break our legs together?

They're probably done by now,
and I said I... I should go in.

Yeah, okay. Well, I'll...
see you at the party, then.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

Bag.

-Afternoon, love.
-Hi, can I--

-What can I get you?
-A red wine, please.

Hi, Darren. Yeah. No, yeah,
it went brilliantly, thanks.

Yeah. Oh, did they?
Oh, that's good.

Sorry. What do you mean?

Are you joking me?

You better be fucking
joking me, Darren.

I don't even think
I should look, really,

you know, until I've passed.

Well, you're not gonna
jinx yourself by staring

at a Renault Clio
for 10 minutes.

Sort of want to know
who the owner was.

Yeah, you probably don't.

-How we gettin' on?
-Jesus.

Uh, yeah, just looking.
Cheers. Yeah.

Yeah, for you, is it?
Little back and forth to uni?

Just want the safest one,
really.

-It's, uh, it's for a baby.
-Don't let a baby drive it,

for God's sake.
They haven't really got

the hand-eye coordination
for that.

-Well, that's exciting stuff.
-Hmm.

Yeah. Congratulations.

So, we're just gonna have
a little, uh, mooch about.

You're gonna wanna
look at boot space.

-Gotcha.
-Yeah. Babies need a lot of kit.

-Right.
-Honestly, whether you're

going out for three hours
or three weeks,

-it's the same amount of stuff.
-Yeah.

-Come on. Let's have a look.
-Why did you...

No, we're not buying this one.

You could fit in there,
you could,

and he's gonna want to,
isn't he, Dad, hey?

Get a bit of peace and quiet.
Come on.

Let's have a poke around
at her insides, shall we?

-I'm gonna fucking kill him!
-Well, I'll be your alibi.

Well, they'll believe me
because privilege.

-And he definitely knew before?
-Yeah, they told him 'cause

they've had shit from their HR
guys about ageism or whatever,

so he's wheeled me in
like a rescue hag.

They just needed someone
over my... my age.

Over 50?

You're gonna have
to say it at some point.

Let's get another
50 bottles of this, then.

-All right, I'm on it.
-Nearly done.

Did anything grab you
back there?

Quite like the idea
of being locked in a boot.

No, me, too.

A cross between a spa
and a kidnapping.

-You're driving.
-What?

-Ta.
-No...

-You all right?
-Yeah. Just, um... sometimes

feel like my elbows get
in the way. Where... Where...

-Where do you put yours?
-Where do I put them?

-Yeah.
-In the glove compartment.

That way I know where
they are. Oh, right.

He's... He's letting you out,
so do you want to go right here?

-Yeah.
-Great.

Good, good, good.
Thanks, mate.

Lovely.

Very good. Very good, mate.

Just pick up your speed
a little bit.

Uh, this is a really fast road.

It's not really fast.
It's a... It's a 30,

so just... yeah, put...
put your foot down, mate.

Dad, I can't. I need...
I need to stop.

Luke, Luke, just calm down. Keep
going straight along this road.

-Shit. I can't. Dad, I can't.
-No, you don't... Just...

-I... I need to pull over.
-Luke, you don't have

-to pull over, darling.
-Listen to what I'm telling you.

Dad, I can't do it!

Luke, calm the fuck down
just for a second, mate.

-There's no need to pull over.
-I'm not doing that.

Luke, carry on now.
Don't fucking stop.

-You all right?
-Can't do it, Dad.

Well, it would help if
you sat in the actual car.

No, I mean,
I can't do any of it.

I'm not... I'm not ready.

Well, you're gonna have
to be, aren't you, Luke?

Because it's happening, son,

and it's happening
pretty fucking soon.

So I just... I learn to drive,
and then I get a car,

and then...
I'm just a dad then, am I?

Basically, yes.

It's scary. I know.
I'm still scared.

That bit never goes.

-All right, what should I say?
-Short and sweet.

Just, "Fuck off."

-Yeah.
-Subject heading. nothing else.

Perfect. That'll just
really freak him out.

Your skills are wasted on Jesus.

"Fuck off."

Send.

You don't have to feel ready
for it, 'cause no one does.

You just... uh...
You just do it.

You know, you get up
in the morning,

and you... you just do it
best you can.

And some days it will be...

Uh... well, it'll be
fucking horrific...

to be honest with you.

You'll wanna put your head
through a wall, but...

much of the time...

it'll feel magical, mate.

Like you're gonna meet
this little person,

and you are going
to lose your mind

in the most brilliant way.

And listen, don't forget, mate,

me and Mum will be with you
every step of the way.

We can still be the grownups
when you need us to be. Okay?

Now, come on.

Mum said she's had
three bottles of wine

and not enough crisps.

Mm, this bit. Wait, hang on.

Yeah, this is it.

-Who are you messaging?
-No one.

You're... You're smiling
at your phone.

It's just for Granddad's thing.

Someone from
the sheltered housing.

She's called Holly.
She's the hairdresser there.

-She's very funny.
-Oh, my God.

-What?
-You like her.

What? I don't... No! Stop it.

-Ava!
-It's really nothing, Grace.

Don't make it weird.

I mean, you are literally

holding your phone
to your heart.

Should have had a burger.

-Hi, darling.
-Hi!

-Nice time?
-Ah, so nice.

How's Susie?

-So nice!
-Good.

So nice.

You all right?

Fine.

-I'm just gonna hold it.
-No, don't hold it. Just...

Ooh! You coming in
for a little kissy?

No, 'cause you're 40% proof,
aren't you, babe?

Right. Can I just get under
you're ass? Thank you.

Oh, don't go in it. Ahh!

Great.

-I quit that job.
-Excuse me?

Yeah, I'm not doing that,

looking at me like
I'm fucking 90,

and I don't want to
work there, anyway.

They've got weird space coffee.

It's very hot in here.
Where's the windy window thingy?

There isn't a windy--
When did you quit this job?

Just now. I wrote
a really good email.

Susie edited-it-it... it.

-Susie editedit.
-Susie did?

-Yeah.
-Great.

Two piss-heads
are better than one.

-Oh, my God! Luke is driving!
-Yeah, uh...

Yep. Don't put him off.
He's doing really well.

-Can you slow it down a second?
-Yeah, please.

I feel a bit sick.

One, two, three,
four, five, six.

I love toast.

Give me some toast.
I love toast.

I haven't got time
to wait for that.

I'll be dead soon, won't I?

Everything's... Oh.

Yes, Queens!

Hi, Ally.

Steady.

It's fun.

Is she okay?

Yeah. She's just
feeling a bit 50.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Fuck.
And there it is.

The reason that we don't
drink like that anymore.

Oh, God. Was I horrific?

Yeah. No. You--You were
very merry, actually,

for someone who's
just told their new boss

to fuck off and done
a little sick out the car.

-Fuck. What is wrong with me?
-Ah, nothin'.

I hate turning 50.
I wanna turn back.

Look, I... I wasn't keen
on 50 when it hit either,

but I know this is a cliché.

It's a lot better
than the alternative.

Mm.

Everything's going too fast.
I can't...

Yeah.

I sort of feel like
we've had the good bit.

Do you know what I mean? But...

I don't know what
I'm doing anymore.

-I miss Luke.
-Mm-hmm.

I mean, I'm gonna be
a fucking grandma.

That just sounds weird.

That's like saying I'm gonna
be a... horse or something.

Nay.

Fuck off. Ow.
I can't laugh.

Ow.

Right, I'm going to pop out
and pick up some things

for Dad's birthday do, okay?

So, just sleep, sugar. Sleep.

Fuck off.

Pushes all the air out of me,
tying me laces.

You look very handsome.

Shall we?

-God, it's so quiet.
-Mm.

Old people generally are,
I think.

-Luke, do you wanna open it?
-Yes.

-After you.
-Right. Thanks.

Surprise!

-Oh!
-Happy 130th.

Oh, my God.

Wow. Okay. Okay.

Two "okay"s?
That's potentially not okay.

This is very brave, Paul.

Yeah, the fucking adrenaline
walking up the street.

Uh, look, 80 plus 50. That's...

-130, yeah.
-Yeah.

-That number's not bad, is it?
-Um...

-Ava.
-Hello.

Do you hate it?

No, no, I don't hate it.
I love it. It's... It's...

It's brilliant. Thank you.

-Happy birthday, Mum.
-Oh, thanks.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday, Jim.

Happy birthday, Ally.

They get better
as you get older.

That's a lie. They get worse.

-Happy birthday, darling.
-Oh, thank you.

-Mm.
-Thanks so much. Oh. Hey!

Well done, darling,
putting on a brave face.

Put me in one of these places,

-I'll fucking kill you.
-Wow. Good to know. Okay.

Thank you.
I love you.

I love you, too.

Whoa!

Yeah. All right. Don't all
pretend like you're not

all at it like rabbits.
I saw it on Panorama.

Hey, um, listen, I'm... I'm so
sorry for quitting that job.

You just... You can't
put a price on pride.

No, I know. But if you
could put a price on it...

15 grand
for two months' work.

-Really?
-Yeah.

You can't be angry
with me, though,

'cause it's my party.

Okay.

-Uh, I'm gonna pick up tea.
-Okay.

Or a sherry.

Hi, Mum.

80. Bloody hell.

It's a lot of years.

It goes by very
fast, Ava. Lightnin' speed.

You can't hang about.

Got to grab life
by the short and curlies,

if I'm still allowed
to say that.

I think you are.

Hey.

Hey. Sorry.
Just had to get away

from the intense partying
for a bit.

Holly, would you like
to go on a date with me?

Yeah. I'd...
I'd like that a lot.

Good.

May I kiss you?

You absolutely fucking may.