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becoming north east
six or eight later.

Thundery poor
or occasionally very poor.

Tyne dogger fisher...

- Come on.
- - I don't like the look of this one little bit.

Come on.

Oh, chuff, who's that?

Whitby coastguard,
Whitby coastguard,

this is fishing vessel
Saxon Lady.

We've just hauled
our fishing gear

and have a dead body
entangled in one of our nets.

I repeat, we have a dead body
entangled in one of our nets.

- Get your toe
back behind the line.
- It's an imaginary line,

- how do you know where it is?
- It's where Dad is.

- Dad's always wrong.
- Come on, kids.

- I know.
- I'll be wrong if I stay

in this position much longer.

- Are there any biscuits left?
- Marks...

- Get set...
- To the donkeys and back.

No, one way. One way.

Go!

Come on, Dad!

Come on!

Dad!

- You cheated, you're always cheating.
- - Sure, I did.

The best of five, Dad?
For a, for a fiver?

It's today, isn't it?

People are talking about it.

It's time to go.

Poll.

- There you are.
- Thanks, Dad.

Heya, Dot, you all right?

There goes the life.

Yeah, there it goes.

Come on, Poll.

I bet Dad forgets
to get it filleted.

Two.

Which is the ugliest one, Polly?

You know how your dad
loves an ugly one.

I'm back, sweetheart.

- Um...
- Ask me later.

Is it still keeping
the cold in, that jacket?

It's dirt.

Do you, uh...

...need helping out?

I'd forgotten how much I loved
the smell of rotting fish.

The past.

Decay.

I see Polly's
out of nappies then.

Leave her
and the kids out of this.

That's the holiday spirit.

I saw you running, Reith,

look after yourself, eh?

Yeah, it's still
keeping the cold in.

- And the holidays,
they're over now.
- Catch you later, bro.

Doesn't it look like magic
today, Dad, with the sun beams.

Magic makes
fools of people, Poll.

Who were that man?

Somebody I used to know.

He's your uncle.
Your Uncle Blythe.

Cool, an Uncle.
Will he buy me sweets?

- No.
- No.

Come on.

- Can I have keys now?
- Yeah.

Here you go. Put kettle on.

- Are you coming, Ben?
- Yeah.

- I'll race you. Yeah!
- No!

- It prickles.
- Get over it.

Can't believe you're 16.

I know... where's my present?

I'll buy you a pint later.

Dad, I'm 16!

When I said later,
I meant two years later.

Sorry, love, got you a knife.

Yeah, happy birthday, Angie.

Hiya!

I'm not that heavy,
you're just being dramatic.

To Angie,
the new old lady in town.

Wow!

- Will you marry me?
- Hey!

Dennis Murphy's.
One, two, three, four.

There you go!

Well, are you happy to see me?

Back from the chokey.

Eight years goes
quick, doesn't it?

No.

It doesn't.

Go on, Angie, do something.

- Yeah, go on.
- Come on, Angie.

"The Sign is on the Door"?

Have the froth.

Go on.

To business and debt, brother.

Sometimes I wish
I'd let you drown.

Left me with the mermaids?

Well, I'm drowning
in bitterness anyway.

I'm sorry.

I'm free.

I'm free.

I am free, I'm free.

What choice did I have, Blythe?

You know why I drank, Reith?

It were the only way
to keep warm in your shadow.

- Whisky.
- You still killed a man.

She's got a lovely
singing voice, your Angie.

Let's have another song.

- Go on, Ange!
- Hey!

You know I'm going
to take my share. I'm owed it.

Hey.

I'm, uh, I'm going to,
I'm going to stay a while.

Give us that 20
I gave you, Polly.

Yes.

Oh! Come on, Angie.

Hey, move!

I was there first.

Dad.

They're old enough
to put themselves to bed.

Doesn't mean that they have to!

Even on my birthday
I'm still doing it all.

You know, thanks. No!

What is it you want?

- Eh, eh, eh,
shush, shush, shush.
- No!

Oh, you going
to give me angina,

and indigestion, and...

athlete's foot.

Here, here, look. Look.

It's a family heirloom.

Yours, for making it through.

Nice wrapping paper.

Thoughtful.

Sit down, I'll put it on.
Come on, sit down.

It's a bit fiddly.

I'm sorry, love.

We can't all
chose our lot in life...

or what locks us into it.

- We are all wrestlers, love.
- Are you going to
start rambling, Dad?

Caught in the headlock of life,
eyes bulging, blood pumping--

- You're rambling, Dad.
- All right. All right.

What's this?

- You never read.
- Sometimes I do.

It's for escape.

Don't tell Blythe
about the locket.

Should we be worried?

It's complicated.

Breakfast!

Hey!

- Tea, Dad?
- Move, move!

- Get off!
- Get off!

- Come on! Please.
- Move. No.

Daddy, will you play with me?

That's the cafe bell,

I'll get a pen
to write what you order.

- You pulled Dad's blanket off, you dumb.
- I didn't mean to!

- Come over. Ben.
- What?

- Angie!
- What?

Come look.

What's wrong?

- Dad.
- He's cold.

Dad!

Don't.

- Dad. Dad, wake up!
- Dad.

Wake up.

- Dad. Dad!
- Dad.

- Dad!
- Dad, come on, wake up.

Dad, wake up!

Come on.

Wake up.

Angie?

Dad, come on! Wake up!

Daddy, wake up. Please, Daddy.

Dad, come on, wake up.

Daddy, wake up.

Wake up.

I love you.

Come here.

Reith, let me in. It's time.

He's not here.

I want to speak to your dad.

I just told you, he's not here.

I'll come back later then.

Shall we call a doctor?

Here we go again.

A doctor's not going to tell us
anything we don't know already.

He's really cold now.

The warm bit of him
has gone up to heaven.

Can we have chips for tea?

Will you do me plaits?

- My hands are greasy from the chips.
- Doesn't matter.

- Why are you so selfish?
- I'm not.

- She's just a kid.
- So am I!

Oh, no.

Belle.

- Trevor.
- No Dad?

- He's napping.
- Working hard, playing hard.

He knows how
to live, doesn't he?

- Do you know what I mean?
- He's all right.

I look after things.

I'm surprised he can sleep
with Blythe back in town.

Has he said owt?

Trevor, you nana!

What's the problem
with Uncle Blythe?

Your dad had debts.

Understandably,
after what happened.

When Blythe went to prison
he sort of helped himself,

do you know what I mean?

No, we don't.

Come on, Polly!

Did you tell Belle
that Dad was deaded?

Have a wash, Trevor!

No, she's such a nosy old cowbag
she probably knows already.

- Really?
- No.

Doesn't stop her
being a nosy old cowbag though.

- Moo.
- Moo.

Moo!

Moo!

He looks quite peaceful.

It's over.

Is it?

Ah. There it is.

All of life's rich tapestry.

What are you talking about?

Needlework.

Get yourself a belt.

Let's search the place.

It's a locket, isn't it?

Ben, Polly.

- Angie.
- Uncle Blythe.

Been for a stroll?

Your dad looks a bit off color.

Angie?

I'm sorry.

Your dad had something
of mine and me and Tuff
were looking for it.

What's happened?

Come on, let's see if you've
got your dad's strength, eh?

All right.

What do you think, Ben?

If you had a brother,
would you stand by him?

Get inside, Ben.

It's all right,
she frightens me too.

Your dad had the trawler.

Everything else... it's mine.

I'm the next of kin,
so you better...

You know all about social
services and care homes,
don't you, Angie?

You've got until tomorrow.

Twenty-four hours
to pack up your stuff.

After that I'll phone the police
and save you the trouble.

Ever since your dad
put me inside...

I wanted a release
from all this...

this rage.

Best keep a fan
near your dad's body, you know,

what with all the flies
these donkeys attract.

You can wash up
while you're there.

How much?

It's for emergencies only.

Can we do Dad's nails?

Yeah, I'm sure he won't mind.

- What color?
- Pink.

I'm sure that's
Dad's favorite color.

We need to do something.

- We need to do something.
We can't stay here all day.
- Why?

You heard Blythe,
he's going to be back soon.

- Maybe he'll forget.
- He's not going to forget!

Well, he could
get drunk and forget.

What shall I do?

We can't leave Dad.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Let's do it.

Are you sure?

He'll be happy.

He loved the sea.

And it's us doing it
for him, that's important.

- Shall we pray?
- Pray he sinks.

One, two...

- three.
- My coat's caught!

Ben!

Ben! Ben!

Ben!

He, he, he...
he sinks.

I didn't even
know he could write.

- What a jerk.
- Language.

Where are the donkeys?

- Jerk!
- Language!

- Ben, are you going to go in?
- No.

I will.

Careful.

Come on.

- Oh.
- Do you need help?

I've got you.

All right.

We've got to be quick,
remember, no lights.

Go get some warm clothes.

- What about a torch?
- Yeah, that's fine.

- Trekking ones, come on!
- I can't put it in.

- Don't matter.
- Let's go.

- I've got a blanket as well.
- Oh, great.

You better have a plan.

You always have a plan,
don't you, Angie?

Is that Blythe's bag?

Yeah.

Come on, let's go!

We can take one. I'll get one.

- Billy Bob.
- Tea bag.

Tea bag is so small,
we can't leave him on his own.

And he's the funniest.

Who loves the donkeys the most?

Right, you two
fill up two bags with hay,

I'll meet you at Pollocks gate.
Stick together.

Will you be all right
on your own?

- Get Angie's bag.
- You get it.

...add ten, take away four.

21, 22.

No! 21s.

You can not, you cannot win.
You cannot win.

Thank you, I will have that.

That's your penalty...

Hercules.

I'm out. I'm out, I'm out.

Jack.

Billy Bob.

Hold on to the sides.

Mind your head.

Hold the sides.

Ere, which one of these donkeys
is your new wife, Tuff?

Ex-wife!

Hey, Blythe!

I think someone's making off

with a couple of your donkeys!

This is a piece of cake.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Hey, let's split up.

We'll pincer her in.

You having fun yet?

I can smell you.

I can smell that fetid caravan.

Can you hear me, Angie?

Hey.

Cross your toes
and wish me luck.

Down by the harbor.

Come on!

Flip flops.

I'm tired.

Really? Pull the other one.

- How long's she been?
- A fortnight!

Ten more minutes
and we're going back.

Look!

- Hello.
- It's Angie!

Hello.

I love you. I love
you as well, Sonic.

Come on.

- Tea bag.
- Hello.

Yeah, don't mind me.

You could of got Billy Bob.

Sorry.

What are we doing anyway?
Where are we going?

Let's head in land.

I missed you, Angie.

Donkey's must
have missed you too. Come on.

Come on.

This is what you call glamping.

People pay good money for this.

Do you think
Uncle Blythe will find us?

Stop calling him uncle.

I don't want to be
reminded that we're related.

Answer Polly's question.

If we don't know where
we're going, how will he?

I'm hungry.

Ben will give you
one of his bogeys.

- Ben, can my worm have some of your bogeys?
- - No.

It might be the only thing
I get to eat all day.

We need to get as far away
from here as possible.

Gently, good boy, Teabag.

It's a big one.

Angie?

Does a heart attack hurt?

There's a sign.

- Ugglebarnby.
- - That sounds like a nice place.

It could be
full of little uggles.

What?

If we walk away from the sun in
the morning we'll be going West.

And if in the afternoon
we keep it to our left,
we'll be going West.

If we keep going West
we'll get to...

The other side of the country?

Away from Whitby.

How far is that, the country?

Look, we don't need
to make any hasty decisions.

We haven't made
any of them, have we?

Well, why don't we go
and see the little uggles then?

Because they don't exist.

We need to sort out the bags so
that the donkeys can carry them.

- One potato.
- Two potato.

- Three potato.
- Four.

- Five potato.
- Six potato.

- Seven potato.
- More.

Come on, Polly.

Bye, Daddy.

My feet are wet.

You're in
school sandals, stupid.

They're still wet
but they're hot as well now.

Come on, come on.

It's the restored railway.

The one to Pickering,
the tourist one.

- What, can we follow it?
- No, we'll catch it!

We'll be miles away.

Come on. Come on, Teabag.

Do they let donkeys on trains?

Come on. Come on.

Three minutes until it comes.
Let's not mess this up.

Okay, he's gone.

Careful.

This could be fun.

Ben, you're going
to have to go and distract him.

- I always do it! You do it.
- I can't do it.

- Why? You can do it!
You're fine with it.
- Come on!

- Talk about boring tractors.
Now get going.
- Shut up.

When were steam trains
invented? How heavy are they?

Do you think a tractor would
win a naught to sixty race?

- Steady lad, steady.
- Can I wave your flag?

I haven't got a flag.

Where do you get your coal from?

Look, we don't use coal, we use
coke, anthracite to be precise.

You look
like an important person.

- Can I get your autograph?
- Autograph?

- Why, I suppose.
- I haven't got any paper.

You must have some
in your office?

Uh, I might
have some paper, yeah.

I've got these trains
to sort out, I'll get
some paper in a minute.

Oh, well, I'll just
wait over there then.

- Thank you, sir.
- Yeah, thank you.

- Where shall we sit?
- - Donkey's don't sit, stupid.

- Tickets.
- We need to get as far back as possible.

Tickets.

Tickets.

- We need to hide.
- Hurry then.

Tickets.

Tickets.

Tickets.

Tickets.

Tickets!

- Tickets!
- It's engaged.

Tickets!

I can't. I'm doing stuff.

It might take a while.

Are you all right in there?

Whatever...

You are kidding me.

Tickets!

Is anyone in there?

What's going on in there?

- I'm sat on my ass.
- Look, don't mess with me.

Are there two of you in there?

Because that would
be two tickets then.

No-- No.

There are two of you in there!

Look for my mummy.

What's she look like?

She looks...

She looks...

Teabag.

You did a bad thing.

You're funny though.

Daddy would have stopped
your treats for a whole week.

I love you.

Are we going to be all right?

Come on, let's get moving.

What, in this rain? I'm hungry!

We'll have sandwiches
when we get out of sight.

You always say we can
only have things later.

- We're going to Mom's.
- You what?

She lives in Leyburn...

- west somewhere over the moors.
- And that's the plan?

It's cold.

Ketchup, Belle.

Lost a couple of donkeys kidder?

That's not the only thing
that's gone missing, is it?

That's where the real money is,
swinging from her neck.

A bit naughty that.

I wonder where
they've run off to?

Families, eh?

Ain't no rhyme, ain't no reason.

You know what I mean, Blythe.

Bloody families.

Angie, you stupid girl.

Mags, it's Blythe.

Long time no see.

Give us a call back.

Something's
cropped up with your kids.

Is it so you can off-load us...

on someone we don't even know?

- So you're free.
- - I'm just clearing up your dad's mess.

We need a map.

Listen to them.

I know.

Will you show us the way, Daddy?

The way is to stick together,
Pol, like I've always said.

Are you sure? Do we have to?

Give us a squeeze,
my little dancing brave.

Hey, hey!

Hey!

We need some directions.

Aye?

To the next village,
next village

- to the West.
- One with a shop.

Rosedale Abbey.

Fourteen miles.

Will we get there
in time for breakfast?

Tomorrow's maybe.

I like your tractor.
It's a Ford County.

You ever lifted
a full 14 tons with it?

Maybe.

- What are they doing?
- Having fun.

What a stupid thing to do.

- What, have fun?
- Yeah, it's stupid.

Ben, when were
the last time you had fun?

About three years ago. The last
time you weren't with me.

Shut up.

You're the one who asked.

Sonic, you're starting
to smell better than me.

Do you want to look
after them instead? Hmm?

Angie, I need a poo.

Well, find a tree and you can
use the leaves to wipe.

This hawthorn will be good.
It's got really big leaves.

You git.

Nowt your knickers.

- Blythe.
- It's Ben.

We're on the moors.
And Angie, she's gone crazy.

We're near a small hedge,
right by a lamp post--

Trust me.

Trust me.
Mom will sort everything.

What? Like when she
left us, with you?

Sorry.

Oi!

We're quits now.

You're all wet.

We've come from Whitby
to Rosedale Abbey.
That's where we are now.

And then
we keep going through...

and then we need
to get to Leyburn, there.

We can't do that. If we
are we better not tell Polly.

Oh, tell her what?

What are you doing
creeping up on people?

It's all right, love.
Are you lost?

Do you know how to map reading?

- We're not stupid!
- It's all right.

It's no trouble.

- Uh, are those
your donkeys? Right.
- Yeah.

And are they going
to Leyburn with you?

How long have you been
stood listening to us?

You know what?
You're pretty brave.

We tried to get
our donkeys on the trains.

Oh, like, uh...

like when, when Noah
took them on the ark?

We tried to hide them in the
toilets. It were pretty funny.

Well, I'm going to help you.

How?

Yeah. I've got a horse box.

I can go and get it
with my four by four.

If you pay for petrol,
and a little bit more...

My name's John by the way.

We don't need any help.
We're not desperate.

Oh, you feeling that?

Not many people
go up on those moors.

Most tourists only go
to two yards from their car.

In fact, it must have been hard
on your little sister,
she's only young.

Don't you have work?

Have your donkeys
been in a box before?

- When they were babies.
- Oh, good.

Hopefully they'll remember.

Have you heard of the,
uh, the Poitou breed?

Yeah, they're cool looking.

Big shaggy coats.

While Angie isn't here
shall we share the last biscuit?

Do you think
that man, John saw this?

No.

So, why the donkeys?

We couldn't leave them.

They remind us of home.

Don't you just
love it... nostalgia?

There's no future
in nostalgia, only the past.

If you say so.

I've just got
a quick errand, yeah?

I'm just going to nip in
and get a couple of letters.

You can stay here, don't worry.

No one's in.

Come on. I'm going to go around
the back to get some fresh air.

You might as well come.

I think it's a goat farm.

It's been tough on Polly.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm...

Lost, stuck, wanting a dance?

Well, you've got
someone to help you now.

I'm just going to nip in,
see my friend, see
if he's in the barn.

You go and have a wander.

I think the goats
are around the back.

Hey!

Hey, John!

John!

It's a sign.

It's a sign.

It's a sign!

It's a sign, it's a sign,
it's a sign, it's a sign!

It's a sign,
it's a sign, it's a sign!

- Shut up! Shut up!
- It's a sign!

Why are we doing this?
Do you know?

- Why can't we go home?
- Go home then.

- Go on! Go home!
- No, I didn't
mean it in that way.

- Go on, I'm sick
of looking after you!
- Angie!

You're rubbish at it anyway!

- No, she's not!
- I am!

No, you're not! Angie!

Well, you lost the money.

Why are you taking it out on us?
It's not fair!

- Ben!
- You're just like your dad.

He was a stupid, lazy drunk.

Angie, don't say that.

I hate him
and I'm glad he's dead!

Angie, don't say that!

It's not Dad's fault
he's deaded, is it?

Go on! Go back
to Blythe and Social Services.

I don't care!

You turned me into a thief!

Angie!

Angie!

Angie!

It wasn't us,
me and Polly, or Dad

who made you do
all that stuff, look after us.

- It was Mom, when she left.
- What are you talking about?

You don't know what
Mom was like, you just know

- other people's gossip.
- Exactly.

- Well, it's irrational.
- You think this is rational?
You're rational?

- I didn't want us
getting split up.
- And obviously we're all one big

- happy family?
- Stop arguing!
You're always arguing.

I can't stand it anymore. On and
on, I'm just sick of you both.

My ears are always
bleeding, I hate it!

At least we don't
have to go to school.

And you get
to sleep with Teabag.

Dad would never, ever let
you have a donkey in your bed.

I just want everything
to be back to normal.

I know, so we've already
missed three days of school.

I've got a doctor's note
but I'm too ill to bring it in.

You know how useless Dad is.

Yeah, yeah, we should be,
should be back in by Monday.

Are you all right?

Why didn't Dad tell
us about him and Blythe?

I don't know everything.

He said it was
something to do with when
he lost the fishing boat.

He blamed the government, said
they were too far away to care.

Others said it was a lie.

That Blythe sank it when
he was drunk, killing someone.

Hunger cramps.

Can you see that horse?

Do you think
Uncle Blythe can ride a horse?

We have to hide.

How can Blythe
know where we are?

Maybe somebody
told him on the phone.

Shuss.

Shss, Teabag,
you'll give us away.

I'm scared.

I'm going to look.

Do you want me to go and get
your other donkey then while you
carry on playing in the ferns?

Come on, boy, Come on.

Yeah, thanks.

We wouldn't want you
to spoil our fun.

Why aren't you in school?

Because I'm 17...

and it's a Saturday.

Have we been
walking for four days?

- Really?
- Five.

Five days?
I bet your pants smell.

You haven't been walking, Polly.

Anyway, everyone's
looking for you guys.

- I've seen
the policeman on the TV.
- It can't be us.

No. I might be wrong.

Maybe I'm mixing it up
with the three children

and two donkeys I saw earlier.

- You're quite funny.
- No, he just thinks he is.

Well, are you hungry?
Because if you are, I mean,

I'm cooking some food there,
around the corner by the castle.

Too busy avoiding the police.

Five more minutes.

- No!
- No!

Don't you have to go home?

My Dad milks the cows
around about now...

he won't be in.

And you're too lazy to help?

Well, there's no point.

We don't get
any money for the milk.

I mean, I could get something
from the farm, it's not far.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

- You're suspicious?
- I'm paranoid.

This is nice.
We don't do nice stuff anymore.

This one's for you, Polly.

Did you know that wasps
sleep hanging from their teeth?

- We're going to our Mommy's.
- Polly!

She lives in a big house,
daffodils in the garden.

She has five terriers
who like eating twead slippers,

and I'm going to sleep in
the attic and I'm going to let

- swallows in through--
- Polly, that's enough.

It's not the truth, Toby.

Why are you being so kind to us?

Why?

Because fugitives are cool.

I've got some potatoes
for you, some eggs as well.

Oh, a broken one,
for the badgers.

- Thank you.
- And, Ben...

- you know what
to do now. Two snares.
- Thanks.

Oh, my dad.

He's a bit angry
that I didn't help with
the milking last night.

Of course.

I saw the news.
The police, they still
don't know where you are.

And neither do I.

Thank you!

Come on.

Well, that's
the end of the moors.

I'm scared. I can hear noises.

It's nothing,
it's just normal stuff.

It's because you're
near towns and people.

I've been scared every night.

But you've made it
this far, haven't you, Polly?

Teabag.

My warm, Daddy. Will
you do me some rambling?

Did I ever tell you
about our old trawler,

the Angelina,
when we got hit by a storm.

Huge 30-foot waves,
enough to throw your trembling

guts up in
to your trembling mouth.

We were just
in sight of the harbor...

suddenly this massive wave came.

Boom!

The boat was on her side.

Crab pots went into the water...

and so did the crew...

including myself
and your Uncle Blythe...

gone into the sea...

He never forgave me
for saving him, your uncle.

The debt.

Look after Angie
for me, will you?

Sometimes the eldest,
they get forgotten.

They get too used
to not having love.

Leyburn.

Getting there.

Meet me by the bell tower.

Bell tower?

Angie?

I want to sell it. It's gold.

Gold plated at least.

Well, it'll make a difference.
It always does.

Where did you get it?

It's an old birthday present.

How much do you want for it?

How much is it worth?

I don't really bother
with dress pieces.

- There's not the demand for it.
- I can take it down the road.

Get at least... ten.

It's in great condition
though and I love it

so I was thinking
more like 15 pounds?

Yours?

I guess so.
I never thought to open it.

It's a secret compartment.

Well, look, I know 15 pounds
is a good deal but...

to be fair I'd like to offer
you the market value of ten...

Ten thousand.

If it was authenticated.

- Ten thousand?
- Roughly.

It's a sister piece to a famous
locket from Middleham castle.

If someone gave you that
for your birthday...

you're very lucky.

I'll clean it for you
if you want, free of charge.

No, the--

The dirty prints on it
will be my Dad's.

He never did wash
his hands much.

Thank you.

Did you sell the locket?

Why?

Because... Dad didn't.

Is it worth a lot?

Are we rich?

If we sell it.

If we don't give it to Blythe.

Shall we ring her?

Who? My mommy?

We must have
enough money for that.

Let's carry on walking.

Finish what we started.
It'll feel good.

Donkeys.

Donkeys!

Where did you get those
from, missus?

No, you can't ride them,
they're too tired.

- I've got some juicy leaves here.
- - Please.

That's where your mom lives.

You can see
swallows in the attic.

That's her house,
but that over there is her home.

Yeah, that's her home.

What you lot gawping at?

Have you never seen
a popstar before?

- Nice one.
- Nice.

- This is Sonic.
- Right.

Go on, shoo.

Yeah, sit down, sit down.

Ben will come round.

When he's hungry.

Uh...

Um...

Drink?

I've got some

blackcurrant juice somewhere.

Ah, well, I don't suppose
you drink beer?

- No.
- No, no, I guess not.

Right, where's that juice?

Thanks.

Thanks.

So, how long are you staying?

I'm sorry, I don't mean
to be getting rid of you.

How are you doing?

- Okay.
- How's school?

How's your dad?

- Same donkey empire?
- Dad's...

doesn't matter.

Can I have something to eat?

Oh, yes, sorry.

- It's Polly, isn't it? Right.
- Yeah.

Beans on toast for everyone.

Ben, Polly, Angie.

The pleasure's
all mine, I'm sure.

You can call me Maggie.

I don't normally
have guests... or food.

All the nutrients
this old woman needs.

I need to look after myself.

Uh, um...

Need a...

I wonder if those donkeys
are eating my flowers?

- I know your dad's dead.
- So why did you ask
how he was earlier?

I've got to go out,

- over the road to sing.
- But we've only just got here.

No, you've been here
at least an hour.

Polly, you need
to let her do her things.

This has been a surprise visit
and your mom's got her own life.

Yes, you can stay,
you've got to stay.

You look like you need a bath.

In fact you can't have one
because I haven't got
any hot water.

- You've got nice hair.
- What?

You've got nice hair.

Thanks for having us.

I don't want to call you Maggie,
because you're mommy to me.

I want to call you mommy.

You can...

come to the pub if you need to,

for the show,
once you smell better.

I told you she'd be strange.

It's probably shock.

She hasn't seen us for...
seven, eight years.

- She hasn't even seen you.
- She has now.

She walked out of hospital
the day you were born.

Yeah, it was Angie
who wiped your bum

and changed your nappy. Urgh.

- Why?
- She's not a bad person.

She loves you...

for sure.

Is this our life now?

- Do you feel any better?
- Yeah.

Maybe we should
give the donkeys a wipe?

They're pretty grubby too.

Thank you. Thank you.

We're going to go for something
a little more mellow now.

Another Porch Lizard classic
"I Couldn't Feel Better."

You didn't expect
that now, did you?

Eh up, love,
where have you been?

Have you got any money?

Oh! It's so itchy, that wig.

Oh, God, blimey.

Do you think Polly's cute?

Cute as a picture cute.

Couldn't be better.

I tried to look after her,
the best I could.

Three square meals a day.
Thanks.

She's doing
really well at school.

Ben is too...

but he can never
be bothered to do his homework.

Hmm.

I have to nag him all the time.

Sorry, I shouldn't have drunk
so much on this medication.

I think I'm going to go to bed.

It's been a long day.

Give it to me, it's mine.

Your dad
should have given it to me.

This is going
to hurt, sweetheart.

As much as this!

Angie, Angie. Angie!

What was I thinking!

Wanting you.

Polly, Ben. Come on.
Get out, get out!

Get out!

Get out! Get off her! Get out!

Go! Get out!

- You.
- Angie!

Get out! Go get the donkeys.

I'll get something
to wedge the door.

- Let me out.
Let me out.
- No!

No! Let me out!
Don't go, please, don't go.

- No. You're
not coming near them!
- Wait.

Wait. I'm sorry!

Well done, Sonic.

They're going--

I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, I've told...

I've told your Uncle Blythe.

I've been a mom for eight years.

And I wanted a mom.

Maybe that's why...
I wanted her to take you.

Because it's tiring.

Will you forgive me?

What shall we do?

Which way did they go, Mags?

You won't catch them.

You haven't yet.

And those donkeys have got
more brains than your big toe.

Come on, I'll
make you a cup of tea.

They were bigger
than I expected.

Stronger too.

Time moves fast.

She won't give it up easy.

It's not the money.

I'm the youngest.

It's almost like
you didn't deserve it.

And Reith was
so perfect, eh, Mags?

Unfortunately you'll be
the same with or without it.

And that's why I'll sell it.

That's Polly's coat.

She'll be getting cold.

- Wait.
- - I'll make a little hole.

- You get that one.
- Don't do that,
it'll taste like sticks.

Well, we haven't got any spoons.

We made that fire.

Yeah.

We did.

Are you warm enough?

Yeah.

I'll go and get some more wood.

I love you.

I love you.

Stop being sad.

- Chocolate for breakfast.
- Where's that from?

Mom's.

- You little thief.
- I got it for all of us.

Have it if you want.

I stole it for a disguise.

Hi, I'm Maggie.

Two hits.

I hit you.

You deserve this.

- Do I?
- Yeah. Great.

I'll always
look after you, Polly.

Until you're a bit older
and you want us to be sisters.

A few frown creases.

Can you find that wig for me?

I need to see
some old newspapers.

Yorkshire ones,
from about eight years ago.

Ah, yes. Yes, they'll be
over there on the microfiche.

You'll find it,
straight down there.

There you go.

- Boo!
- Thanks.

It's not a great disguise,
is it, this wig?

She talks to herself.
We all think she's crazy.

She was my mom
until I was orphaned.

What's it like in her house?
Do you have pet slugs?

All over the plates.

Is she a bad person?

You know bubble gum,
she gives us sweets

so we don't stick it
in the keyhole.

She must be all right then.

Give me a break.
Don't, don't stab my foot.

Just pop the blister.

- It'll hurt.
- Oh, well.

- Pop.
- - It's not popped, you've just poked it.

- There are midges on your foot.
- - I know there are midges

on my foot. I figured that out.

I've got a plan. Let's trap him.

Let's trap Blythe. Have
you still got Blythe's number?

He was in our shack.
I got him on our home number.

Okay.

Look at his foot.

- That is disgusting.
- Really?

We're going to have to
chop your foot off now.

- No! No, you're going to--
- Go on, Polly, get his foot--

- Did you find
everything you wanted?
- Yeah.

There's not much is there, love.

- That's the right money.
- Thank you.

Are you that girl?

The one that's been on the news?

Wait! Angie! Sweetheart.

God! Happy families.

- Am I doing this on my own?
- Come on.

- Angie.
- Come on, Angie.

It's only you're Uncle Blythe.

- Angie.
- We've been worried about you.

I can only imagine the torment.

We have. I have. We have.

Where are you, love?

Hey, I almost forgot.

Drum roll please.

Angie?

We read reports
and kept missing you.

How are the two little uns?

They're on holiday
in the Caribbean!

What?

Now that is a big fork. Okay?

Planning on having a big dinner.

Come on. Shss.
It's okay. It's okay.

I'm not going to hurt you.

We can work it out.

Come on... what
would your dad say?

- Don't hurt her.
- Mags, get off!

Do you know how I found you, eh?

Money. All you've got
to do is offer a little reward

and you've got
the eyes of Yorkshire.

We saw your poster.

Your spelling's
really coming on.

- Don't hurt her.
- Maggie, leave it!

In. In.

You know...

as family I should
care about you, but...

Let's call this
you buying your freedom.

Cheap at half the price.

Don't think
you're getting any, Maggie.

You know what, I don't need it.

I know why Dad sent you
to prison and you deserved it.

Oh, you've travelled some.
Ain't you, Angie, huh?

Just because you're screwed up
doesn't make you special.

- We're all screwed up.
- Did you kill him?

Finally a compliment.

But sorry no. No, I didn't.

He were weak.

He gambled on that trawler
and come up smelling of donkeys.

And he took my locket.

No, he didn't.
He'd never do that.

- No. He betrayed me!
- He told the truth.

- He betrayed me.
- No. Your dad was a good man,

and I never stood
by him, none of us did.

And that's why your
gran-dad gave him the locket,

not you because he'd
lost respect for you, hadn't he?

Out. He never had any. Get out!

And you, get out.

I need the coat!

Go, leave me.

- Oh, my God, what's that?
- A tractor.

JCB fast track.

Take that, Mr.

Sucks to be you.

See you again
in prison, Uncle Blythe.

- You know, you've turned
out all right, love.
- I know.

I'm sorry about the house,
about what I did.

I couldn't help it, really.

Well, I've got Polly's coat.

- She borrowed it.
- Like the tractor.

You know I've got problems.

I can't look after you.

It would be too much.

It's all right.

It's been good to see
what we've been missing.

And you've got enough kids
to look after all ready.

Did your dad still sing?

Not country.

You know...

there's a girl on our estate,

she's legal guardian
to her sister.

We could find out about that.

We'll think about it tomorrow.

We've got the donkeys to get.

I like your hair too.

You know, I always complained
about brushing my teeth...

but I'd quite like to do it now.

Too right.

Hmm.

Can we sing Daddy's song?

No, please don't.

- You don't still hate him?
- No.

It's just painful.

I miss him.

This has made me realize
how much he's given us.

Weird ears?

Each other.

- You know I think
we're going to be all right.
- Yeah.

I know we are.

You know, I'm kind
of glad you brought Sonic.

I forgot how much I liked him.

We should think about
putting them out to pasture.

Aspire to other things.

Didn't you want to
be a vet once, Pol?

I want to work in a zoo now.

I still think we should bury Dad
at sea, when it's all sorted.

I want to come this time.

Maybe we could keep rowing.

- Go all the way to France.
- Why France?

Because France
makes the best ice cream.

No, Italy makes
the best ice cream.

Isn't Italy in France?

I don't know.