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♪ Wishin' and hopin'

♪ And thinkin' and prayin'

♪ Plannin' and dreamin'
each night of his charms

♪ That won't get you into his arms

♪ So if you're lookin' to find love

♪ You can share

♪ All you've got to do is

♪ Hold him and kiss him and love him

♪ And show him that you care

♪ Show him that you care just for him

♪ Do the things

♪ He likes to do

♪ Wear your hair just for him

♪ Because

♪ You won't get him

♪ Thinkin' and a-prayin'... ♪

What about a pork pie, Mum?

Certainly not, Nigel.
Pork pies are common.

What about some fresh cheese?
Don't be silly,
you don't know where it's been.

I'll have some nice Dairylea slices.

Right you are.

'My mother was
always averse to fresh produce.

'I'm Nigel, I'm nine years old
and I've never had a vegetable
that didn't come in a tin.'

Thank you, Mrs Slater.
Come on, Nigel.

Come on! What on earth
have you been doing?

Oh, come on.

'It must have been
the lack of nutrients that
gave my father his fiery temper.

'He was not a sweet man,
despite a very sweet tooth.'

Not like that, man!

'My mother's sweet nature made up
for her inability to cook,
or even make a sandwich.

'When you're deprived of something,
it just makes you all
the more hungry for it.'

Can we make the cake, then?
If we have to.

Oh!

HE GIGGLES

What does that say?

I can't even read this. Right, flour.

16 ounces.

Ooh!

I think that's enough.

Oh, yes, sieve it.

And some butter.

Oh.

Mum...

Oh, dear. Daddy will be pleased.

Mum, let me do it.

Shh, listen.

Don't worry, we'll cheer it up
with a little icing.

It's not too bad.

SIZZLING

Mum, the dinner!

SHE SIGHS

They're all burnt.

I think I'd better make some toast.

'No matter how bad things get,
it's impossible not to love
someone who made you toast.

'Once you've bitten
through that crusty surface
to the soft dough underneath

'and tasted the warm, salty butter,
you're lost forever.'

More tea, anyone?

Oh.

Aaah.

Mmm.

Aaah...

What you doing? Oh!

Nothing. Go to sleep, young man.

Aaah.

Oooh.

Mmm.

Right, I'm off.

You don't suppose there's anything
wrong with him, do you?

There you go.
And was it a pound of streaky bacon?

Yes, please.

There you go, Mrs Patten. Thank you.

Yes, Mr Salt?
A pound of Caerphilly, please.

Right.

Anything else I can get you?

Some raspberries, please.
Right you are.

ENGINE APPROACHES

Hi, Nige.

Let's get to work, then.

'What are you doing?'

Making compost.

What's compost?

Sort of nature's way of melting
everything together.

Come here.

Give us your hand.

Right, feel that. It's hot!
Cool, eh?

Everything breaking down
lets all the goodness out.

That's what I love about gardens.

What?

They're alive.

How do you mean, alive? Come here.

NIGEL GIGGLES

Right now, there's
100,000 biological reactions
going on all around us.

Thousands of new things being born.

All these smells and tastes -
no wonder it's an assault
on the senses.

That's what nature's
all about, ain't it?

What?

Get on.

Right.

Smell this.

Do you know what that's called?

NIGEL SNIFFS

Go on. Have a guess.

I don't know. Well,
what does it make you think of?

Parma Violets?

Pleasure. Pleasure, yeah?
- Yeah.

Cool, eh?

HE SNIFFS

Can you really eat them like that?
Aren't they dirty?

There's plenty of things
they'll tell you is dirty
that won't do you any harm.

In fact, most of them's good
for you in my opinion. Such as?

Gardening.

What do they taste like?

You don't know unless you try.

Please yourself.

DOOR OPENS
Nigel?

Nigel, come on.

'A tin of braised beef,'

a tin of sponge pudding
and a tin of mixed veg, please.

Can we have spaghetti bolognese?

I beg your pardon, Nigel?
Spaghetti bolognese.

It's from Italy.
The sauce comes in a tin.

I wouldn't know how
to cook such a thing.

I'll show you.

Are you sure this is a good idea?

You have to put it IN the pan.

What on earth's this?

It's spaghetti bolognese.
It's Italian. Italian?

What the hell's wrong with you,
Nigel? It's rock hard.

It isn't cooked yet.

Stupid idea if you ask me.

See, I told you it wouldn't fit.

What the hell's this? Cheese.

Percy Salt said you have to
put it on or it doesn't work.

HE SNIFFS

It smells like sick. Alan!

I don't think so.

Here goes.

Mmm, it's delicious.

You twiddle it round.

I think it's off.

Nigel, get Mum's bag.

Get Mum's bag!

Well, come on, Nigel!

Stupid boy! Come on.

I think I'd better make some toast.

'I think she's pregnant.'

Pregnant?

It's to do with her breathing.

Breathlessness, nausea. I'm telling
you, it's the same as my mum.

Sick all the time for no reason,
picky with food.

Nine months later, hello!

Out pops our Julie.

How do you think she got pregnant?

For Pete's sake, Nigel.

I don't think they've had...
WHISPERS: ..sex

for years. You'd be surprised.

Oh, milk. I think
I'm going to throw up.

Hey, I'll have it if
you're not going to drink it.

What's it worth?
I'll show you me knickers.

I'd let you see my willy.

What? Then if you give me your
puddings, I'll give you a feel.

Well, actually,
I go home for dinners.

Well, just bear it in mind
for the future.

Here. You can have it for nowt.

The offer's there, Nigel.

SHE SIGHS IN EXASPERATION

'Josh, how can you tell
if someone's pregnant?'

Well, you ain't been messing
about with someone, have you?
Not me, my mam.

Your mam.

She keeps getting sick all the time.

Well, she doesn't
look very pregnant, Nige.

I hope not.

What's wrong with
being pregnant anyways?

I'm scared that...

..if she goes into hospital, I'll
have to be looked after by my dad.

DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLES

RAIN PATTERS

Oh, no. I'd better go inside.

Why?

I love it when
it rains in the summer.

Anyway, what's
the matter with your dad?

I don't think he likes me.

Don't be daft, what's not to like?

I think he thinks there's
something wrong with me.

THUNDER CRASHES

BOTH LAUGH

You daft bugger! Come on.

Come on, Nige.

JOSH LAUGHS

Put that on till these dry.

There's nothing wrong
with you, Nigel.

Everything's going to be OK.

Here.

I love a pork pie, me.

Hurry up, Nigel!

Oh, come on, come on!

CAR ENGINE REVS

NIGEL YAWNS

ENGINE REVS AGAIN

Are we nearly there yet? Nigel, we
haven't even left Wolverhampton yet.

Do we have to go to Penarth?

It's very good for the air.

Just try to enjoy yourself, Nigel.

For your mother's sake.

There's nothing to do in Penarth.

Nonsense.

It's the premier resort
on the Welsh coast.

THUNDERCLAP

It could be worse.

They say it's going
to pick up tomorrow.

Oh, struth.

SINGING

THEY CONTINUE TO SING

Come on, Nigel. Nigel!

Sit up, Nigel. Tomato, anybody?

You don't have to have salad cream
if you don't want it.

Do I have to have ham? Course
you bloody well have to have ham.

You're on holiday.
Nigel, you like ham.

I know I like ham,
I just don't like the jelly.

Can't we go and get fish and chips?
Look, just eat, for God's sake.
For your mother.

CHILD LAUGHS IN DELIGHT

Look at that! Absolutely disgusting.
Letting a child run around naked
like that.

I don't see anything wrong with it.
Don't be stupid.

Loads of people go around naked.
Don't be ridiculous.

Who have you seen naked?

Josh.

Josh? Oh, my God!
He was only getting changed.

Has Josh ever...

has he ever touched you?
Alan, Alan... Of course he hasn't.

Just eat your ham, Nigel.

We'll forget the whole thing.

Whee! Whee!

I'm going to have a word
with those parents. Alan, calm down.

Oh, for Pete's sake!

Oh, come back here,
you stupid, ignorant boy!

SHE GASPS FOR BREATH

Oh, for Pete's sake.

SHE GASPS AGAIN

LABOURED BREATHING

Mum, can I ask you a question?

You're not pregnant, are you?

What on earth makes you ask that?

You keep doing all
that heavy breathing.

It's my lungs, Nigel.

I'm not going to be very well,

maybe for quite a long time.

But you'll be all right
by Christmas, won't you?

I don't know, Nigel.

But you'll still teach me how
to make mince pies, won't you?

Of course I will. Promise?

I promise.

Just because there's something
wrong with her lungs doesn't
mean to say she's not pregnant.

What about Parma Violets?

Don't be stupid,
they're for old people.

Anyway, I'm not interested in
your opinion. I'm going to ask Josh
about it.

How about some Love Hearts?
Piss off!

They're for girls.

You fancy that gardener,
don't you? What about some
Pascall's oblong fruit bonbons?

Honestly? They'll put
you in a retirement home.

And, no, I don't, I'm just
interested in gardening, that's all.

Are you bollocks.

All you've ever planted
is a row of radishes.

Anyway, about your mum,
the jury's out in my opinion.

What about barley sugars?

We're not getting barley sugars,
Warrel, we're not going in a car.

I'll buy a packet of Refreshers
and a quart of chocolate limes
so we can burn our tongues!

Yes, boys? A quart of chocolate limes
and a packet of Refreshers, please.

Oh, and a pork pie.

What's the pork pie for?

ENGINE APPROACHES

CAR DOOR SLAMS

Who are you?

I'm the new gardener, who are you?

Where's Josh? I don't know.
I was just told to come down here
twice a week from now on.

Well, would you like half a pork
pie? I bought it myself. No.

Dad, what have you done to Josh?

I haven't done anything to Josh.

Joshua doesn't work for us anymore.

We have a new gardener, Mr Watford.

Josh was my friend.
Joshua is not your friend!

Now, I want you to put Joshua
right out of your mind! Ow!

And I don't want you to ever
mention his name again!

I want you to take this
up to your mother. I hate you.

I'm warning you, Nigel...

Now take this up to your mother.

And whatever you do,
don't disturb her.

Thank you.

LABOURED BREATHING

Dad!

Dad! Dad!
SHE WHIMPERS

I told you not to disturb her!

SHE GASPS FOR BREATH

Come on.

Let's have a crumpet.

She's not going to be better
for Christmas, is she?

No, son.

Look...

HE SIGHS

What's going to happen to her?
Is she going to be all right?

Nigel, erm...

Everything's going to be fine.

Nigel?

Mum?

Aren't you supposed to be in bed?

(I want you to help me.)

(What with?)

Mince pies.

It's not even Christmas yet.

Doesn't matter.

Now you do it.

Oh, Mum... All right.

It's all right.

Just stick it back down there.

(No one will know.)

It's going to be so tasty.

That's perfect.

Here we are. Now we cut them out.

Nigel... Mmm-hmm?

I love you. I love you too, Mum.

Now all we need is the mincemeat.
I'll get it.

I can't see it.
It's in there somewhere, Nigel,
I know it's in there somewhere.

Don't worry. I'll find it.

RATTLING

I don't understand.
It must be in there somewhere.

It has to be here.
I'm sure it's here. It's not.

Let me see.

SHE SIGHS

I asked your father specially.

I'm sorry, Nigel.

You said you'd teach me.

Well...

We'll put them in the fridge

and we'll get some tomorrow
from Percy Salt's. But you promised!

SHE SIGHS
You're going to leave me
with him, aren't you?

It's not fair! Nigel...

Come here...

I hate you! Come here, come here.

All right. You're hopeless!

I hope you die!

BOTH SOB

All right, all right, all right.

Shh.

SOBS CONTINUE

Shhh.

All right.

What's that? It's a stocking, Nigel.
But there's still a month to go.

We thought we'd give you
your presents early this year.
As a special treat.

We thought we'd open them
in the morning.

I don't want them in the morning.
It'll spoil Christmas.

Nigel, please!

Your mother asked me specially.

OK. I suppose so.

So, you're not going
to tell me off, then?

No, I'm not going to tell you off.

But you mustn't open them
until Mum is there.

Night-night.

Night-night.

HE YAWNS

SOBBING

Daddy?

'With Mum gone,
things in the culinary department
did not get any better,

'and after months
of cheese on toast, Dad decided
to be more adventurous.'

HE MUTTERS

Ah!

Ahh!

Damn it!

Ah.

Oh! Ow!

It's disgusting.

You haven't even tried it.
It's not even cooked.

Look, Nigel, just eat it.

There are kids in Biafra
who'd give their right arm
for a Fray Bentos pie.

Eat your pie. No.

Eat your pie, Nigel. I won't.

I'm warning you.

HE SPITS
No! That's it!

Eat the bloody pie! No!

Eat it! No! Eat the pie! No!

Maybe it's supposed to be like that.
Warrel, it was completely raw!

Don't worry about it.

My mum's no great shakes
in the kitchen either.

At least she's not dead.
I wish I came from a normal family.

Nigel, normal families
are totally overrated.

You'll probably grow up
to be interesting.

I don't want to be interesting.

I just want him to like me.

If you want to soften him up a bit,

you can't expect
something for nothing.

Remember, the way to a man's heart
is always through his stomach.

Really? I'm telling you.

My dad's putty in Mum's fingers
once he's had his toad-in-the-hole.

Ah, now, there you go,
this is for you. Thank you.

That's for me. Thank you very much.

Now then, can I help you, son?

I'll have two pieces
of smoked haddock, please.
It's my dad's favourite.

Don't you want something
for your mum? She's dead. OK.

That'll be two and six, sunshine.

I've only got this.

Could you cut a bit off, please.

It's all right,
you can have the tail bit on me.

Um... How do you cook it?

Warm the grill first.

Rub it with a bit of butter
and put it on just before
you're going to eat.

Ten minutes, absolute max,
understood? Thank you.

ALARM RINGS

KEYS JANGLE

DOOR SHUTS

Where have you been? Nowhere.

Just got a little detained
at the factory, Nigel.

Did you cook this? It's ruined.

No, it's not.

It's just how I like it.

No, it isn't. It's bad.

Mmm. Look, Dad,
you don't have to eat it.

No, really, Nigel.

It's delicious.

'You see, I told you
it'd win him over.'

Haddock's a very superior fish,
Nigel.

I really don't think he liked it.
It takes some time, bonding.

Especially now your mam's dead.

I'm telling you,
you'll be inseparable shortly.

Nothing will get between yous.

Slater!

Where is your milk?

Come out to the front.

Where is your milk?

I drank it, Miss.

No, you did not.

I've watched you give it to
Leonard Watson every day this week.
I want you to drink it now.

I have to warn you, Miss,
I have a serious aversion
to dairy products.

Drink it now, Slater!
It's good for you!

OK, then.

You see? It wasn't that bad.

HE RETCHES

CHILDREN TITTER

Sit down.

Nice one, Slater.

RATTLING

Bleedin' hell.
I'll be all afternoon on this.

What a bloody awful state
this is in. When was the last time
you cleaned in here? Who are you?

Hmm? New cleaner. Who's it bleedin'
well look like? Joan of Arc?

Whoever cleaned inside of here
made a right pig's ear of it.

Does my dad know you're here?

No, I broke in and thought
I'd scrub the kitchen floor clean(!)
Bugger off.

I ain't got all day to stand round
talking to you. Snotty little brat.

DOOR OPENS

Bugger. I'll be on me knees
all night getting this off.

Mrs Potter.

Hmm? Oh! You're still here.

Oh, Mr Slater.

I thought you was out at work
at this time.

I see you've met Nigel. Oh, yes.

I think we're going to get along like
a house on fire, aren't we, Nige?

'I didn't expect Mrs Potter
to last long.

'My father wasn't usually one
to associate himself
with people who wore Crimplene.

'But I was soon
to be proved wrong.'

♪ The look of love

♪ Is in your eyes

♪ The look

♪ Your heart

♪ Can't disguise

♪ The look of love

♪ Is saying so much more

♪ Than just words could ever say

♪ And what my heart has heard

♪ Well, it takes my breath away

♪ I can hardly wait to hold you

♪ Feel my arms around you

♪ How long I have waited

♪ Waited just to love you

♪ Now that I have found you

♪ You've got the look of love

♪ It's on your face

♪ A look

♪ That time can't erase... ♪

'And so it was,
Mrs Potter became a regular part
of my father's routine.

'She scrubbed, polished and
bleached her way into our lives.'

Are you still here? No.

I'm at home, doing me ironing(!)

What ARE you doing?
I'm darning your father's socks.

What are you doing that for?
They have holes in them.

You're only supposed to do
the cleaning.

Where would we be if we only did
what we were supposed to do?

I thought you'd be pleased
I'm looking after him.

I know what you're up to,
so just...off his socks.

Listen, Nigel.

Look, I know you miss your mother and
everything, but if there's a hole,

sweetheart, somebody is going to
darn it, and it might as well be me.

You're wasting your time.
I mean, you're far too common,
and anyway, you're married.

All I'm doing is darning his socks!

Anyway, it's got nothing
to do with you.

Just because you can sew up
his clothes doesn't mean
you're anything like my mother!

Forget it! He's never going to be
interested in you! Ah, Mrs Potter.

You're here rather late again.
That's all right, Alan. I just
thought I'd do your socks for you.

Oh, really, you shouldn't have.

That's beyond the call.

Oh, it's nothing, you know.

Got to keep your toes warm!

Oh, by the way, baked you
a little something for your supper.

Oh, really, Mrs Potter!

It's an apple pie!
Well, I just thought you boys
need a bit of looking after.

Oh, that's very kind.

Isn't it, Nigel?

Oh, that smells delicious. Oh,
it's just something I knocked up.

Anyway, must be going.

Here, that'll stop you
sticking through.

Maybe I could offer you a lift home.
Aren't you going to eat the pie?

You should probably let it cool.
Don't want to burn your lips, do you?

No, it's no bother.
I'll get the bus.

No, really, really,
it's the least I can do.

Oh, well, if you insist.

You'll be all right, Nigel,
won't you?

See you, flower.

I won't be long.

Let me get the door. Thank you.

'There's no denying
Mrs Potter made a decent apple pie.

'In fact,
it was better than decent.

'It was sublime,
and one of the most glorious things
I'd ever put in my mouth.'

HE SNIFFS

What's the matter?
You're wearing my mum's apron!

What do you want me to wear?
An evening gown?

Would you like to help me
bake a cake? You shouldn't be
wearing it. It's not yours.

All right!

Keep your hair on, bugger-lugs.

It's only an apron.

Does your husband know
that you're cooking our suppers?

Look, don't patronise me, son.

Just because
I don't talk all bay window
doesn't mean I'm a fool, you know.

You're a child. You know nothing
about what people go through.

Here's the apron.

Wouldn't have thought
you were so sentimental about it,

from what I've heard of her cooking.

You'll have to put yourself to bed.

Where are you going? Out!

You're going with her, aren't you?

It's just to a whist drive.

I have to have some life of my own.
With Mrs Potter?

It's just a social occasion.

Please, Dad,
don't leave me on my own.

You'll be fine, Nigel.

HE WHISTLES "The Look Of Love"

CAR ENGINE STARTS

CREAKING

MUSIC: "If You Go Away"
by Dusty Springfield

♪ If you go away

♪ On this summer day

♪ Then you might as well

♪ Take the sun away

♪ All the birds that flew
in the summer sky

♪ When our love was new
and our hearts were high

♪ When the day was young

♪ And the night was long

♪ And the moon stood still

♪ For the night bird's song

♪ If you go away

♪ If you go away...

♪ If you go away

♪ But if you stay

♪ I'll make you a day

♪ Like no day has been
Or will be again

♪ We'll sail on the sun

♪ We'll ride on the rain

♪ We'll talk to the trees
and worship the wind

♪ Then if you go, I'll understand

♪ Leave me just enough love
to hold in my hand

♪ If you go away

♪ If you go away...

♪ If you go away

♪ Ne me quitte pas... ♪

TELEPHONE RINGS

MAN: 'Hello.

'Joan, is that you?
Is Joan Potter there?'

♪ Ne me quitte pas

♪ Ne me quitte pas...

♪ Ne me quitte pas

♪ But if you stay

♪ I'll make you a night

♪ Like no night has been
Or will be again

♪ I'll sail on your smile

♪ I'll ride on your touch

♪ I'll talk to your eyes
that I love so much

♪ Then if you go, I'll understand

♪ Leave me just enough love
to hold in my hand

♪ If you go away

♪ If you go away...

♪ If you go away

♪ If you go away

♪ Please, don't go away. ♪

I don't see why she has to come.
Look, there's nothing wrong
with me inviting Mrs Potter.

This is the Masonic event
of the season.

Dad, she's our cleaner.

I mean, look where she lives.

Look, Joan has been very good to us.
She lives in a council house.

Where she lives is of
no consequence. It's not right.

She should be inside
with her husband, not coming out
with us to Masonic dances.

You're the one who didn't want
to be left on their own!

Now, you don't understand anything
about Mrs Potter's
personal arrangements.

Anyway, she's got nothing to hide.

She's a very respectable woman.

Bugger, bugger, bugger.

Bleedin' duck.

I've laddered me tights
on that bleedin' wall. Bugger.

Come on, darling. Let's get
a move on before anyone clocks us.

Oh, hello, Nigel.
Hello. Well, how lovely.

The three of us all together.

Hello. Have you met Joan?
Joan Potter. Ruby Sturridge.

Nice to meet you.
She's our cleaner.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

I find Vim a very superior scourer.

Though I've been very impressed
with the new version of Mr Sheen.
Do you know of it?

Don't you find aerosols
so very convenient?

Compared to Jif Cream
they really are superb.

I use bicarb on milk stains. Only
thing that gets rid of the stench.

Nothing worse than curdled milk
sweating away in the carpets.

No. Trust me, you've got a spillage,
bicarb is the way to go.

Joan, do eat.

No, watching me weight.
Can I have yours?

Yes, we were at
Alderman Cartwright's
for a function, only recently.

Oh, yes? I know the person
that cleans for him, of course.

(Not great personal hygiene.)

Or so they tell me.

Very rarely cleans his windows.

Oh, Brian. Excuse me.

I do mine meself, of course.

Can't beat a chamois leather.
Never be without my Windolene.

Do you have a favourite
disinfectant, Mrs Sturridge?
I can't say I know.

I'd have to ask Mrs Miller,
our housekeeper.

Oh.

You might want to ask her
to take a look at that stain.

Although not much is going to
get that out. Oh, bugger.

Would you like to dance?

I'd love to. Come on.

Hang on.

Bit of Dutch.
HE CHUCKLES

Won't be long.

He must pay very good overtime.

Do you know, I've never seen
your Dad dance before.

That's probably a blessing.
Should I try and stop them?

There's very little you can do.

She might be common, but
there's nothing she doesn't know
about cleaning products.

If I was you,
I'd just try to enjoy the food.

Mind you, they had lovely flowers
in the ladies loo.

I think it was to cover
the smell of the urinals.

But what a fantastic time, eh?

Thanks for coming, Joan.

No, thank you.

Is this all right for you here?

Yeah. Best be on the safe side.

See you, flower.
Are you all right, love?

I'm fine.
Please, just go home, Mrs Potter.

Yeah, I will. I'll go home.

Would you get in the front now,
Nigel?

What do you think of Joan,
then, Nigel?

Mrs Potter?

I think in some ways
she's quite like your mother.

She's nothing like my mother.

Look, Nigel...

I loved your mother.

And I will always love your mother.

But sometimes things change.

Life moves on.

We have to accept that.
I don't mind change.

I don't mind moving on.
I just don't like Mrs Potter.

Give her a chance.

You don't know what it's like
on those estates.

ENGINE STARTS

I don't care where she comes from.

I just hate her.

I just...

HE RETCHES
Oh, for Pete's sake.

Oh!

She was dancing with your Dad?

I think she'd have been kissing him
if I hadn't been there. Urgh.

Maybe it's just a phase,
cos he's upset about your mum.

I don't even think
he thinks about her any more.
Plus, she's a brilliant cook.

I wouldn't worry about it.

Her husband will find out,
thump your Dad and get
another cleaner. You reckon?

That's what happened
to Uncle Harry.

So, you don't think it's serious,
then? Don't be stupid.

You've got absolutely nothing
to worry about.

Come on, Nigel!

Where are we going?

You'll see.

It's a surprise.

Nigel, I know it's been difficult
since your mum died,

but you've been very patient.

Haven't you?
Are we nearly there yet?

And it's just, I've been thinking...

..it might be better for all of us
if we made a new start of everything.

What do you mean, "a new start"?

Well, it's just...
since your mum died,

everything got off
on the wrong footing.

That's all.
So we can get a new cleaner?

No, no, we don't need a new cleaner.

Joan is not the...
Mrs Potter is not the problem here.

Is this it?

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Imagine living here. No neighbours.

Perfect seclusion.
Wonderful country views.

Dad, what's going on?
Nothing, nothing. Only saying.

It's got a septic tank and
everything. Dad, who lives here?

Well, actually...

we do.

What do you mean?! All the stuff's
coming this afternoon.

But what about school?
What about Warrel?

I mean, it's miles from anywhere.
You'll get used to it, Nigel.

I don't want to get used to it.
We can't move here.

What about Mrs Potter?
Look, everything's going to be
all right, Nigel.

It's not the end of the world.

What could possibly be worse
than moving here?

Ah! Nigel! Woo-hoo!

Sweetie!

Say hello to your Auntie Joan.

You can call me Joanie,
if you like.

Agh!

I knew it was a bad idea
not to tell him.

HE SIGHS

I'll deal with this.

Look, I know this is all
a bit of a shock for you.

I know it's very hard.

I can never replace your mother.

But I know what it feels like
to be alone.

I'm not your enemy, Nigel.

I want to put all that
bad feeling behind us,

make a fresh start here,

the three of us.

Mmm?

Give us a chance here.

Come on.

We can make this work.

Together.

No! You're our cleaner, for God's
sake, just go back to Wolverhampton!

Now, you listen here,
you spoilt little brat,

I have given up everything to come
here and look after you, all right?

I will be lynched if I ever
go back to Wolverhampton.

So, let's cut the dogs doo-da, hey?

You're just going to have to
sodding well get used to it,

or I'll make your every waking hour
a complete blinking misery! Capiche?

Everything all right?

Yeah! Course, darling!

I think we've sorted everything out,
haven't we, Nigel?

She may not be your mother, Nigel,
but she's a bloomin' good cook.

Well, as they used to say
in Wolverhampton, bon appeti-ti!

Well, as they used to say
in Wolverhampton, bon appeti-ti!

All done?

That was absolutely delicious,
darling.

Nigel, help Joan with the dishes.

I've got a book to finish
for school.
No buts, Nigel, give Joan a hand.

Oh, Nigel Slater, nice bag!
Give it back!

Now,
as it's the start of a new term,
you all need to pick one option.

Slater, pay attention.

Now, hands up for woodwork.

Home economics.

Are you serious?

Ah, are you going to have them later
with your mummy and daddy(?)

Oh, hello, Nigel.

What are you doing in there? Nothing.

Absolutely delicious.

What's for afters?
How about a scone?

A scone?

And a nice cup of tea?

Is he OK?

Where the hell did they come from?
Made them, earlier.

What do you mean,
you made them, earlier?

At school. Taste one.
But I've made a gooseberry fool.

I'm sure it'll keep.

Actually, they're not half bad,
Nigel.

Excellent effort.

Does this mean you'll be doing the
cooking every Wednesday from now on?

Yes. It does, actually.

Well done, Nigel. Mmm!

Yeah, well done, son.

Well done.

Oh, very good work, Nigel!

Oh, dear, that's very
sloppy, I'm afraid. Now,
this is why we should have put...

What's all this? It's a Wednesday,
I've made a shepherd's pie.

Oh, I'm sorry, love, completely
forgot. Oh, well, never mind.

Mmm, looks delicious, darling.

Pop it in the fridge.
I'm sure it'll keep, sweetheart.

Oh, hello, Nigel. I've made a trifle.

Oh, Nigel, we ate early.

Yeah, but there's some lemon meringue
on the side there.

That was the best lemon meringue pie
I have ever tasted.

Oh, thank you, I'll have to
make it on a regular basis!

That's the best lemon meringue
you've ever tasted.

That's the best lemon meringue
anybody's ever tasted.

If I was you, son, I'd give up.

You'll never even be in the vicinity.

What did you put in there
to make it so fluffy?

If you want to make a lemon meringue,
sunshine, you're going to have
to get your own recipe.

♪ Little by little by little
by little by little

♪ Little by little by little
by little by little

♪ You're messing up my life,
tearing me apart

♪ Breakin' up my world
and I'm givin' up my heart

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Little by little by little...♪

You really have to go home now,
Nigel.

♪ ..it's really getting bad,
hurting deep inside,

♪ It's-a making me go mad
Ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Little by little
by little by little

♪ Little by little, bit by bit

♪ I'm going crazy
and you're causing it

♪ Little by little, bit by bit
I should stop caring

♪ but my love won't quit

♪ Little by little by little
by little... ♪

Don't you have some homework to do?

Bugger off. More creamed potato?

No, sweetheart, I'm s...I'm stuffed.

I spent all afternoon on this.

Erm, all right,
then just a little bit.

Oh, I made your favourite
for afters - lemon meringue pie.

♪ ..I'm going to get you back
Ooh-ooh-ooh

♪ Little by little
by little by little

♪ Little by little by little
by little by little

♪ Yeah, little by little

♪ Little by little
by little by little by little

♪ Uh-huh, little by little

♪ Little by little by little
by little by little

♪ Little by little
Ooh-ooh

♪ Little by little by little... ♪

Dad. What's that?

It's a lemon meringue. What?

I made it for you specially.

What for? To eat. For a snack.

I don't want a snack,
we just had our tea.

But I thought you loved
lemon meringue pie.

I couldn't eat anything now.
Anyway, I've got a Victoria sponge
I made earlier.

But it's freshly baked, Dad.

Nigel, look, I appreciate the effort
but I'm not even remotely hungry.

Just try it. No! I know that
you'll like it. Nigel, please.

Take it away.

That's my recipe.

You bleeding well stole this.

No, I didn't.
I invented that myself.

Mine's even got peel in it.

I cook for you, I clean for you,

I look after your every bleeding need
and this is how you repay me?

Get off my patch, matey,

cos I do the lemon meringues around
here, you ungrateful little turd.

I think you're getting
this out of perspective.

He didn't even try any.
Perspective? I'll give you
a bleeding perspective.

And you can clean that up!

What on earth did you say to her?

I didn't say anything, she's mad.
You have to get rid of her, Dad.

I've asked Mrs Potter to marry me.

Marry you?
You're going to have to accept that.

Or? Or we're going to
have to put you into care.

We can't go on like this.
Joan....

Thanks for the cake, Nigel.
A lovely gesture.

Yeah, it's really not that bad
for a first attempt.

Everybody loves the food.

My meat puffs
are going like hot cakes.

Not much of a crowd.

It's good that Sheila's shown up.

Would you like a vol-au-vent?
I made them myself.

Are you all right, Dad?

Yes, just a bit...tight that's all.

Funny, it was all right
at the fitting. Oh!

Hey, you must be pleased
to have a new mum.

Not really.

She might have a heart of ice, son,
but she puts on a damn fine spread.

Her husband's lost two stone
since she moved out.

That'll do for later.

An absolute nightmare,

but a bloody good baker, I think
she could've been a professional.

I made this, actually.

Well. if it all gets too much, son,
you can always go into catering.

Wait, wait! No, no, no, no, no.

What are you doing? No, Alan, no!

No, you can't do that!

No, come on, get up there.

Let's get you up to the bedroom.

That's where we can, you know,
get your old pyjamas on. Good man.

Come on, Mrs Slater.

Come on!

Come on, up we get.

JOAN SQUEALS EXCITEDLY

16?
I'm only looking for a Saturday job.

I just want to get out
of the house, really.

I'm very good, honest.
I've read the complete works of
Marguerite Patten and everything.

Duck a l'orange,

boeuf bourguignon, veal cordon bleu,
that's the most expensive.

You can feel the duck
because of the bones.

This is sophisticated cooking, Nigel.

So this is where the magic happens.

Whack it up, bung it in, 20 minutes.

Now, if it hasn't got a label on,
just chuck it in anyway.

Now, I know it all seems
a bit complicated at first
but you'll soon get the hang of it.

Who was that?

The owner's son from upstairs.

You want to watch him. Apparently,
he's training to be a ballerina.

Really, I can't eat these.
I just cooked them.

Well, we just had supper
an hour ago.

Just leave them there.
You might get peckish.

Oh, please, try to relax, dear.

What are you doing? Nothing,
just watch the telly, don't mind me.

Where have you been?

Nowhere. Out with some mates.

You haven't got any mates.

I got a part time job helping
out at the Green Dragon.

What, the pub with the restaurant?
Just on Saturdays.

How much are they paying you?
She didn't say.

I thought you'd be pleased I was out
from under your feet for a bit.

Uh-huh, yeah.

No, you don't.

Do you think I'm stupid?
Do you think I was born yesterday?

I know what you're up to.

Well, two can play
at that game, sunshine.

I'll give you boeuf bourguignon.

Tomorrow, we'll have duck a l'orange
or should it be coq au vin?

And then some moules mariniere.
I can do foreign muck, as well.

And that's just for starters. Joan!
I don't know what you're on about.

Quiches, tortes, omelettes,
seafood, souffles, the bleeding lot.

In fact, I think I'll just
rustle up a tarte tatin.

That's a caramelised apple pie
in case you're wondering!

Just stop it!

Enough is enough.

Enough fighting, enough food.

Will you just please try to get on?

This is miserable.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Oh, just go away, Nigel.

Are you all right?

Er, yes.

Yes...perfectly fine.

Thanks very much.

Thank you.

Mavis!

Hello?

You're Nigel, aren't you?

The Fanny Cradock
of Knightswick Lane.

Not any more.
My dad stopped me coming.

To be honest, I only came to get
out of the house.

Though I think I'd like to be
a cook eventually.
How come you know so much about it?

I don't, really.

My granny was French, I just picked
a few things up on holiday.

They've got a very good attitude,
the French.

Like Marguerite Patten. Marguerite
Patten is from High Barnet.

They follow their instincts.

Let's get out of here.

That's the trouble with everyone
round here, they're all so hidebound.

If you don't get out,
you'll turn into your parents.

How long have you lived here?

A few years.
We moved from Wolverhampton.

Oh, the culinary capital
of the Midlands(!)

What made you want to be a chef?

Don't know, really. I just like it.

Somehow it feels quite natural.

How did you know you wanted to
be a ballet dancer?

I don't. I only agreed to go down
there so I could get away from them.

So you don't want
to be a ballet dancer?

God, no. I don't have
a clue what I want to be.

How the hell do you stand it here?
I don't have much choice.

You've every choice in the world.

You just got to be brave.
You can be anything you want to be.

Do you think? Sure.

If you've got the nerve.

You just have to be prepared
to risk something.

See?

You can be anything
you want to be.

Come on, Elizabeth David,
we better be getting back.

Stuart!

Wait!

Stuart!

See you.
Come on!

Can I see you tomorrow?
Tough tits, Big Ears.

I've got to be in White Lodge in the
morning. What? Term starts on Monday.

Come on! Don't worry, sweetheart,
you'll find someone else
to play with.

Please. Don't leave me here alone.

You'll be all right, Nige.

Who's that? Nigel.
He used to work in the restaurant.

Dad?! Hello?

I told him to leave it.
I told him we'd get a gardener.

I said leave it till next week.

He hadn't even eaten properly.

What's happened? I told him, Nigel.
I told him. He just wouldn't listen.

Mrs Potter, what's going on?

He's gone.

One minute he was there with the
mower, and the next minute he wasn't.

What do you mean "he's gone"?

He's dead, darling.

We're on our own now, son.

Oh, my poor darling.

Don't worry. I'll look after you.

We're going to
get through this together.

We'll both cook together.

Lovely, healthy dishes.

We'll cook a lemon meringue.
Every year. In commemoration.

You did this.

♪ Yesterday when I was young

♪ The taste of life was sweet
as rain upon my tongue

♪ I teased at life... ♪

KNOCKING AT DOOR
Nigel! Nigel!

♪ ..as if it were a foolish game
The way the evening breeze... ♪

KNOCKING AT DOOR
Nigel! Let me in!

♪ ..the thousand dreams
I dreamed... ♪

Please, Nigel! Open the door!
Talk to me! Nigel!

Nigel, come on, son!

Let me in, love.

Son, come on!

I brought you a cup of tea and
a nice bit of cake. I don't want it.

And I don't have to have it.
I don't want you in my life any more

Aw, no, you're just upset.
What you doing?

Nigel. Talk to me, son.

Talk to me!

You won.
I don't have to see you ever again.

I'm your mother!
You're nobody.

No, wait! Stop!

You're too young! I'm ordering you!
Nigel! Slater! Stop this right now!

I said now!

Nigel,
you can't leave me on me own here!

You're the only thing I've got!

I'll make up for everything.
I'll cook anything you want me to.

Please, Nigel, say something to me.

Thank you.

What do you mean, thank you?

What do you mean, thank you?!

What do you mean?!

Nigel! Come back, Nigel!

Nigel Slater! Come back here now!

So, how old are you really? 17.

But you have worked in a kitchen?
Yeah.

I do a very good lemon meringue.

That's what they all say, sunshine.

All right, you're on. Are you sure?

♪ ..The friends I made
all somehow seemed to slip away

♪ And only now I'm left alone
to end the play... ♪

You're going to be fine.
You're really going to be fine.

♪ Oh, yesterday when I was young

♪ So many, many songs
were waiting to be sung

♪ So many wild pleasures
lay in store for me

♪ And so much pain
my eyes refused to see... ♪

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