[Mourners sing # HOW GREAT THOU ART #]
# Then sings my soul
# My saviour, God, to Thee
# How great Thou art
# Then sings my soul
# My saviour, God, to Thee
# How great Thou art
# When Christ shall come
# With shouts of acclamation
# And take me home
# What joy shall fill my heart #
[Hymn fades into the background]
Make the most of this beautiful train.
That's it. OK?
Yeah.
That's really great, yeah.
OK, as I said before,
you're under no obligation
but you can, if you want to,
give me a tiny, little twinkle.
That is lovely.
Great. A little bit closer.
Don't you worry, it'll be all right.
There's just a little bit...
That's it.
And you've got an eyelash on your nose.
We don't want that, do we?
Supposed to be on your eye, not your snitch.
You've got a lovely smile
when you smile, haven't you?
You keep that lovely, gorgeous smile.
That's lovely.
That'll do for the time being.
Well done, Sarah. That's the easy bit.
[Children sing loudly]
They make a noise, don't they?
At least they can play out around here.
I suppose so.
What is it?
Is that a suit?
Well, it came as a combination.
Do they go together?
Well, if you think they do, they do.
It's nice.
21 in August.
She is.
Used to worry myself sick when she played out.
She survived it, though, didn't she?
All things considering.
She's back on the streets now.
- I beg your pardon? - Well, she is, in't she?
- I don't half miss her. - I know.
How long is it since we've seen her?
Two and a half years.
- We could always ask her over. - I'D like to.
For her birthday? It's only a couple of months away.
What now?
"Roxanne, what're you doing for your 21st?"
"I'm going to my auntie and uncle's house
"for my birthday treat. "
It was only a suggestion.
She's probably doing her own thing.
I suppose we'd have to invite Cynthia as well.
There's no show without Punch.
- She'd like to see the place. - I'm sure she would.
- She can't help it. - Can't she?
It's about time you showed it off.
I mean, you've done a lovely job.
I think so.
I must get down to see her.
- You speak to her on the phone. - Not the same thing, is it?
She's YOUR sister.
I'm really proud of that portrait.
I reckon that's the last time she ever smiled.
I dunno what's got into you lately.
You complaining?
No.
Well, shut up, then.
Sit on me own for years, can't get you to stop in.
- Now you never go out. - Leave it out.
You sit there with a face like a slapped arse!
Well, what's there to smile about?
Thought HE might've phoned at the weekend.
- Who? - Who d'you think?
- Ain't heard from him for ages. - He's busy.
We're all busy.
He's got his weddings. It's the summer.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Well, ring him yourself. He's YOUR brother.
I'm not runnin' up me phone bill!
He knows where I am if he wants me.
He'd have had us up there to see it by now, I expect,
if it wasn't for her.
Toffee-nosed cow.
What's HE want with six bedrooms, anyway?
What's all your mates doin' tonight, then?
I ain't asked 'em.
You wanna get yourself a bloke.
That's what you wanna do.
I don't wanna get anything. I'm quite happy here.
At your age, I could've had the pick of the crop.
- Why didn't you? - I lost my poor mother.
- Oh, here we go. - I was stuck at home,
looking after Maurice and your grandad.
- Yeah, we know. - Then I got saddled with you.
- That was MY downfall, darlin'. - I didn't ask to be born.
And I never asked to have you.
You should've thought about that
before you dropped your knickers!
- With... or without? - I think without.
Without? OK.
What about this one? Better with... or without?
- I think this time it's with. - With? All right.
We'll pop this one in, then.
- I hear you're a good runner. - Yeah. Cross country.
Have you won anything?
Not yet. I've only just started.
OK, then. Look up again.
This is gonna blur a bit
but just tell me what you CAN read, OK?
H... L... A...
- C... T. - Right.
- I can't read any more. - OK, that's good.
Very good. I'm gonna do your other eye now.
- You off, then? - Yeah.
Plans for the weekend?
Gotta sort through my mum's things.
- Have you? - Yeah.
- Hope it goes OK. - It's gotta be done.
- OK, then. - See you on Monday.
- Have a nice weekend. - Cheers.
Ooh, enjoy the christening.
I'll try.
- Bye. - Bye.
[People arguing]
[Man] We've got a family...
[Woman] It's ten past.
We've got to pick Shelattica up.
[Man] What are you talking about?
[Woman] We've got ten minutes.
[Man] We've got to sort this out while we're here.
Basically, right, it's you here
- in this massive house. - Thank you.
We have got two children. You understand?
- And we could have more. - What?
We wanna have more.
You can't stay here on your own. It's not fair.
We can sell the house and split the money.
You could split this house in two
and it'd still be bigger than our place.
[Man] You can't split it in two.
I'll just sort your tie out.
- Looks just a bit... ...skew-whiff again.
- Can we have the paper out? - Yeah.
Quick as you like.
Smashing. Put your hands together.
Really nice. OK.
Put your paper down there.
Right, here we go. OK, and...
Do we say cheese, Maurice?
You can say whatever you like.
Just give me a little... That's it.
A-A-A-A-AH!
Oh, yeah. Very sweet.
OK, that's lovely.
- It took you 15 years? - Yes.
- They give you a prize? - No.
Not even a stethoscope?
The baby!
[Maurice] That's really lovely.
I'm glad he's got his eyes open.
That's it. Look down. Lovely!
Are you gonna see that flea collar?
Don't worry about that.
Hang on.
You just come out the way.
Here we go...
I think I had the comb in.
Lovely. Very good.
Does he look good?
- He DOES. So do you. - Yes.
Thank you very much, Jane.
It's for my auntie.
- Fond of you, is she? - No, she's in India.
Time I got married, innit?
Oh, I see.
Pick a bride time, is it?
I don't want flash...
Ah... Iovely!
I never thought I'd have any.
Fertility treatment.
Oh!
It's a miracle.
Don't do that with your nose. Stop it.
[Maurice] Look at that lovely cat over there.
Oh, let him scratch it first.
Go on, that's it. That's it.
Lovely!
I feel so silly.
Lovely. And that's it.
Thank you very much.
- What d'you think you're doing? - Sorry.
- Didn't you hear me? - I didn't, actually.
- Hiya. - What?
- Hiya. - Mind, out the way.
- Wanna drink? - What?
If I want a drink, I'll get it myself, thank you.
Since when was hoovering a spectator sport?
Can I have a glass too, please?
- I thought... - I'm having milk.
- Here you go. - Give me a highball.
You don't put milk in a wine glass.
- Thank you. - That'll do you good.
- Meaning? - Nothing.
Had a good day?
Scintillating(!)
I suppose you'll be starving as usual.
A little bit peckish, yeah.
- D'you want ME to do something? - Like what?
- Anything you like. - No, I bloody well wouldn't!
Oh, all right, then.
There's the fridge.
There's the freezer.
There's the hob.
There's the recipe books.
Help yourself.
And don't make a mess.
Unless you fancy a takeaway.
- You're not gonna smile? - No.
OK. It's a free world.
You're under no obligation
but you can, if you want to,
give me a lovely big smile!
Oh, go on. Come on. Lovely!
You're under no obligation
but you can smile if you like.
- Did you smile, Mother? - No.
To me, that's it.
Now look at each other.
That's it. It'll be all right.
Look up.
- Wait a minute. - You're closing your eyes.
Don't forget to burp it properly.
Give it a drop of gripe water.
We used to pour it down Roxanne by the gallon.
She farted like a trooper!
It runs in the family.
Would madam care to test the temperature?
I'm sure it'll be fine. Thanks.
Been bad, has it?
It eased off at lunchtime.
I managed a couple of crackers.
It's unpredictable, isn't it?
No, it's not unpredictable.
You've drawn the short straw, mate.
You're tellin' me.
I wish it WAS unpredictable.
What are you gonna have for your tea?
- You know what I really fancy? - What?
A steak.
You're not havin' any steak in THIS house.
Don't worry about me.
You'll keel over with a heart attack.
Do meself something later.
There's Chicken Kiev in the freezer.
Be a bit cold, wouldn't it?
Anyway...
I'm on a diet.
You're disgusting.
OK, that's very good.
We can see the ring perfectly.
Sir, if you just bring your chin up...
Sorry. Listen, take your glasses off.
I don't want to take my glasses off.
Go on, take them off.
- Doesn't matter. - It's all right.
- He looks better with them off. - It's what I look like.
Take the cross out, please.
It's a gift. Take it out.
I just think it looks awful.
That's 'cause it's not gold.
I told you, buy gold.
OK. Right?
[They argue in Greek]
OK, and to me.
Do you want to look happy or sad?
That's it. And keep your...
Lovely.
Hello, my name's Hortense Cumberbatch.
I got your letter. Hi.
Oh, right. Tuesday.
[Phone rings]
[Woman] Hello?
Hortense. Hello. Jennie Ford.
Nice to meet you.
- Oh, hi. - Come this way.
How are you? All right?
- Fine, thank you. - Good.
Sorry about this prison cell.
Have a seat. Make yourself at home.
Before we go any further,
have you got any ID?
- Passport, driving licence? - Yeah.
Get used to this red tape. Rolo?
No, thank you.
- You sure? - Yeah.
There you go.
Let's have a shufti.
That's great, Hortense.
- Thank you. - On your lunch break?
Yeah. An extended one.
- Have you had lunch? - Not yet.
No, me neither. So what d'you do?
I'm an optometrist.
Really? Oh, God.
That's one of those things you keep putting off.
I've got to the stage with the Guardian crossword
where I'm going like this.
I'll have to pop in for a test.
- Where d'you live? - Kilburn.
Right. In a flat?
- Yes. - D'you share?
- No, I live on my own. - Oh, right.
I lived on my own for six years before I was married.
- It's all right, isn't it? - Yeah.
Right, Hortense. Let's talk a bit about you.
You've been giving a great deal of thought to things
and you've come to a decision, which is good.
But for me, the question is, "Why now?"
I just feel that it's the right time, that's all.
Right. Right. You thinking about getting married?
No.
- D'you have children? - No.
- Thinking about it? - No.
Fair enough. Are you sharing this with your parents?
Do they know you're here? How do they feel about it?
They're both dead, actually.
Oh, right.
Yeah. Mum died... two months ago now.
Oh, that IS recent.
I'm sorry to hear that.
- Was it sudden? - Yeah.
Perhaps that's what's made you start on this.
I don't know.
It's possible.
I'm not trying to replace her.
She's irreplaceable. They both are.
No. Of course. Of course.
When you were growing up,
- was it a happy environment? - Yes, very.
Oh, good. Good.
Were you able to discuss the fact that you'd been...
No. It was never really an issue.
Right. So you've only just found out?
Oh, no. They told me when I was little.
And d'you remember how you felt?
It's not exactly something you forget.
No. No, I'm sure it isn't.
So how DID you feel?
Well, we all just got on with it as a family.
Yeah.
Perhaps you should've discussed it.
My parents loved me and that's all that matters.
Isn't it?
Yeah. Yeah.
So now that you're here, what are your expectations?
Basically... I just want to know.
Yeah. Yeah. 'Course you do.
Let me share something with you, Hortense.
Somewhere out there, and we don't know where,
is your birth mother.
Now...
she's probably married. Perhaps not.
She may have other children.
She might be dead.
She may be in Australia. We don't know.
But what we DO know is
that at the time she gave you up for adoption,
she was under the impression that she'd never see you again.
As I know you're well aware, the law has changed since then
and you are legally entitled to seek your birth mother out.
But the snag is... she may not want to see YOU.
I don't want you to raise your hopes too high at this stage.
- Sure. - OK?
Have a look at this.
- What is it? - It's all about you.
I tell you what...
I'll leave it with you
and pop back in a few minutes.
- Can I get you anything? - No! Thank you.
How you doin'? All right?
Thank you.
Cynthia Rose Purley.
That's her?
Cynthia Rose.
It's a nice name, isn't it?
- That's her signature. - Mm-hm.
That feel strange?
Elizabeth. That's my middle name.
They must've kept it.
Well, that would be your birth name, you see?
Elizabeth Purley.
Listen, is there any way
I could get a copy of these?
The originals are yours to keep.
That's your right under the 1975 Act.
I've made copies upstairs.
Shall I pop those in here for you?
So...
what we need to do now is...
you go away... and have a think.
And when the time's right -
it's very much in your own time -
come back to me, if that's what you want.
We'll get the ball rolling.
Now, it can be a very long-winded process
and it's a very traumatic journey we're embarking on.
And there may be... other people's feelings
to consider too.
So I'll wait to hear from you, OK?
Now, you could decide
to trace your birth mother by yourself
but I wouldn't advise it.
We're a professional service
and we know how to handle these things.
So I think you should take advantage of us.
- Hello. - Oh, you're back. Hello.
I think I've found a mistake.
Look, I can't stop.
- It says she's white. - Sorry?
Mother, white.
Well, it's feasible that your mother was white,
isn't it?
I'm sorry, Hortense.
Really, I've got to go.
But could this be a mistake?
I very much doubt it.
Look, give me a ring in the morning
and we'll talk then. I'm sorry.
Look at that.
- Legs like a teenager. - D'you have to?
- You'd like a pair like that. - What for?
I'm known for my legs.
If you got it, flaunt it.
You goin' out?
'Course I ain't.
[Knock at door]
- Who's that? - Well, I don't know.
If it's whatsername, ask her in.
I don't even know who it IS yet.
What you doin' here?
Just come to see ya.
You can't come in. Me mum's here.
- Who is it? - I'm goin' out.
Hello.
You all right, sweetheart?
Would you get inside?
Nothin's changed much.
Ain't your mum been round, lookin' after you?
She came round Sunday after Mass.
- Didn't take long to mess it up. - She's laying off me a bit now.
- She should, at your age. - Yeah.
She should have a word with MY mum.
I bet she misses you, though.
Fuckin'... do without it altogether, I tell you.
I know what you mean.
You and me, mate, we're better off without 'em.
Look...
I'm sorry about...
- You know? - So you should be.
Don't get all serious on me, Paul.
- No, I ain't. - Yes, you are, you fool.
Just missed ya.
How much?
A lot.
- Just a lot? - No!
Y-yeah.
Well, I might've missed you a bit.
No, I've been going out of me head.
Same as that.
I ain't staying the night,
not every time I come round.
And I weren't in a strop before.
I was just speaking my mind.
Now give us a snog.
- Good afternoon. - Hello.
Thank you very much.
Is that to post or collect?
- Collect, please. - Thanks. That's L, please.
L. OK.
- I saw her, you know. - Did ya?
Yeah. Eight o'clock in the morning,
she's down Harlesden buying her yam and banana.
She's like, "You got a boyfriend yet, Dionne?"
Everyone at the funeral reckoned they'd seen her
and she'd given them a sign.
"Me see your mother two days before she dead
"and she hold on to me hand and look in me eye
"as if she did know."
I mean, if she knew, I wish she'd told US.
You're gettin' better though.
It's a nice day.
Yeah.
I dunno.
My head can't contain it all. It's too soon.
There's nothing rational about grief.
Maybe you're crying for yourself.
- Been out much? - Nah. I can't.
Some days... I'm completely vulnerable.
I can feel everything.
Other days, I'm numb.
- You wanna come out with me. - No.
- I've got stuff to sort out. - What?
Life.
If there's anything I can do...
No. Thanks.
I'll be all right.
- Have you heard from Bernard? - No.
Yes!
He sent a sympathy card.
Which I thought was a very nice thing to do.
I did something really bad.
I don't think I can deal with no confession.
- Cleanse my soul. - Mm-mm.
- I did the do! - Do it.
- I did the deed. - Did it. With a stranger.
- Nah. Who? - Dunno!
What did he look like?
- Dunno. He was in advertising. - Oh, Lord!
Did you use a condom?
Yes.
- Did you use two? - Yes.
- One on top of the other? - One AFTER the other.
Oh, God!
Do you despair of me?
No.
- Yes, you do. - I don't. Have a good time?
Yeah.
- That's all that matters. - Yeah.
I liked my mum as a person
but I didn't know her.
I WISH I'd known her.
She loved you.
I know, but that's not in debate, is it?
My mum...
she resents me.
She kept you.
She fed you, she clothed you.
She didn't give you away.
- She could've. - I wish she had.
No, you don't.
The thing is, they're so secretive.
It's that "back home" thing.
Come out, big people are talkin'.
That sort of vibe.
So you don't pursue things
because you're brought up not to.
I just let them get on with it.
All I seem to do is think about things
- I wish I could've asked her. - Like what?
I dunno.
There's stuff I wish I knew.
- Stuff I wish I DIDN'T know. - No.
If you knew you had a limited amount of time,
you'd sort it out. You'd ask your mum questions-
regardless of whether she got vexed.
Like, I dunno,
what happened between her and your dad.
No. She ain't made no effort for me.
Why should I be interested in her?
Where's my dad anyway?
I don't wanna hear her and Norbert havin' it off.
I don't want her to know who I'm havin' it off with.
I don't want her to know nothin' about me.
That's because you're frightened
that when you look at her,
- you see yourself in 20 years. - Please!
We choose our parents.
How d'you mean?
We choose the parents in this life
that can teach us something.
So that when we go into the next life,
- we get it right. - Joop!
'Course, sometimes it don't work, does it?
I'm gonna pop out for a couple of hours.
- When will you be back? - 4.30.
- OK. Have fun. - Thanks.
Sorry to interrupt.
- Could you get me these? - Right.
- I'm a bit low. - I'll give 'em a ring.
79...
Hello.
Bloody hell!
What YOU doin' here?
Thought I'd come and see ya.
Where's Monica?
She's at home, I think.
You gonna let me in, then?
Yeah, 'course!
- D'you want a cup o' tea? - Yes, please.
- You all right, then? - Smashin'.
You been working down this way?
Yeah, back of Tower Bridge.
If I'd known you was coming,
I'd have warmed up the seat.
Warm enough, I should think.
[Lavatory door creaks open and shut]
Does Monica know you've come round here?
No. I didn't know I was coming meself.
- She's OK, then? - Yeah, she's fine.
- Been busy with the house. - What doin'?
I thought it was supposed to be a new house, you said.
- Stencillin'. - What, drawin'?
No.
Stencils on the wall.
Decoratin'.
You must've seen it in magazines.
It's very effective.
Roxanne not in, then?
She's got some bloke in tow.
Has she?
Shifty-lookin' bleeder.
Walks like a crab.
- Your tea's there. - Ta.
D'you want a sandwich?
No, thanks.
Is that all you're havin'?
I only see her in the morning.
Then she buggers off to work.
You should be glad she's got a fella.
I AM glad, Maurice. I want her to be happy.
But I'd like her to bring him round, see who she's with.
Give her a bit of time.
You used to bring your girlfriends home.
Front of the telly, laugh, drink.
You didn't mind me sittin' there, did you?
What's her name? Never stopped talkin'.
Tina.
Tina. Then the other one, wouldn't open her mouth.
- Maxine. - That's it.
Dad liked her, didn't he?
Nice thighs.
So how's work, then?
Still at the same place?
Yeah. I gotta get her something for her birthday.
- It's her 21st. - August the 7th.
I dunno what she wants.
- Apart from me under a bus. - That's silly talk.
Me head in the oven.
When you gonna come and see us, then?
- Eh? - Have a get-together.
Come on Roxanne's birthday. We'll have champagne.
- What about Monica? - Yeah, she'll be there.
Won't she mind?
- No. It was her idea, actually. - Oh.
- How d'you fancy a barbecue? - If you like.
About time you saw the house.
- Thought you'd never ask. - I'm asking now.
You've been there nearly a twelve-month.
Tell Roxanne.
She might not wanna come.
She'll say no to spite me.
Well, I demand her presence.
What if she wants to bring 'im?
Has he got a job, this bloke?
Scaffolding, she says.
Oh.
It's very well paid.
Is it?
Yup.
21.
I can't believe it, Maurice.
I was carrying her when I was 21, wasn't I?
You was good with nappies.
Those safety pins, though. Ooh!
Never stabbed her, though.
Stabbed meself a few times.
17, weren't you?
I was.
The place is still standing.
Not for much longer. You should see Dad's room.
- What's up with it? - It's like the Niagara Falls.
- It's got a leak? - Yeah.
- Only when it's rainin'. - I'll have a look.
Nice to have a man about the place.
Wish I'd known you was comin'.
It's dry at the moment.
The whole lot's gonna come down.
It does look a bit dodgy, I have to admit.
- You up to date on the rent? - 'Course I am.
Get him to do something about it.
- It's his responsibility. - He don't give a toss.
Well, get someone to look at it. I'll pay.
Look at all this junk.
What're you gonna do with it?
Give us a cuddle, Maurice.
Please, sweetheart!
[Cynthia sobs]
Why have you left it so bloody long?
Well, you know, it's work and...
There's nothing the matter with your dialling finger.
You can ring ME.
You're always too busy, ain't you?
Look, em...
Look, sit yourself down...
You're the only one I've got, Maurice.
[Cynthia sobs]
You love me, don't you?
Hold me tight, Maurice, please!
Sweetheart!
[Racking sobs]
My little brother.
Look at you.
That's the good life for ya.
When are you gonna shave, eh?
Slap your arse.
Why don't you chuck it all out, eh?
I mean, look at it.
Some of it hasn't been touched since Mum died.
Can you use anything, Maurice, in your new house?
- Fill a space? - No, thanks.
I thought I might move in 'ere.
Front view.
See the world go by.
Remember this?
Yeah!
That's no use to you, is it?
I don't think so.
You ain't gonna make me an auntie now, are you?
Sweetheart?
Listen, Cynth...
I'd better... better be goin'.
You'll let me know about the barbecue,
- will you, sweetheart? - 'Course I will.
If she can't make it, I'll give her a clump.
- Not before I do. - Hang on.
Shall I say hello to Monica for you?
If you like, sweetheart.
There you go.
Thanks, darlin'.
- See ya. - Tada.
What was your mum like when your dad died?
What d'you mean?
- How did she cope? - I don't know.
Too young to remember.
She just got on with it, I suppose, like everybody else.
Did you have to look after Craig?
What, you mean like your big sister looked after you?
No, I did not.
My dad never said a word about my mum after she died.
- That's men for you. - I hated him for it.
He must've been in real pain.
Maybe he just couldn't share it.
I didn't know what I felt.
I still don't.
Cynthia's antics couldn't have helped him much.
- Do you miss Craig? - Why would I miss Craig?
- He's your brother. - He's in Saudi Arabia, isn't he?
Yeah.
Well, I don't exactly MISS him.
Why? Do you miss Cynthia?
D'you think Roxanne's serious about this scaffolder bloke?
She's only known him 5 minutes.
Mind you, I was married at her age.
- I wonder if she knows. - What, about us?
- What's there to know about US? - You know what I mean.
How would she know about that?
- Unless you've told her. - I haven't told her.
- I hope Cynthia doesn't know. - She doesn't.
That's all right, then.
I meant if she knows about Cynthia.
- You know, before she was born. - I don't know.
I don't know.
She's got a half-brother or sister. She's a right to know.
That's up to Cynthia.
You'd never say anything, would you?
Of course not.
Good.
Anyway, she must've told her.
She never told her who her father was.
None of us knew who he was.
Wonder if she ever misses him.
- Who? - Roxanne.
Can't miss what you've never had.
Can't you?
I was gonna kill him.
Poor Cynthia.
Saint Cynthia!
She tried her best.
- Did she? - Yeah.
Yeah.
She did.
She gave me a lot of love.
What shall I tell him if he phones?
- Who? - Maurice.
Tell him what you want.
- You gonna bring your bloke? - No, I ain't.
[Phone rings]
- Have you asked him? - No!
- Hello. - That'll be him.
- Hello. - Let me talk to him.
Shut it!
There ain't no-one there.
Be one of them perverts.
Sweetheart...
Stop goin' on about this fuckin' barbecue.
You're going to see him. You could ask him.
I don't know if I want him to go.
It ain't for ages anyway. See you later.
- I, Zoe... - I, Zoe...
- Take you, Darren... - Take you, Darren...
- To be my husband. - To be my husband.
- To have and to hold. - To have and to hold.
- From this day forward. - From this day forward.
- For better, for worse. - For better, for worse.
For richer, for poorer...
Darren and Zoe have given their consent
and made their marriage vows to each other.
They have declared their marriage by joining of hands
and by the giving and receiving of rings.
I therefore proclaim that they are husband and wife.
Ain't you seein' him tonight, then?
I'm havin' an early night.
- Keep me company? - I've got a hangover.
You should stop in more often.
You are lookin' after yourself with him, ain't you, sweetheart?
- What d'you mean? - You know, taking care.
I don't wanna ask nothing personal
but are you taking the pill?
That IS personal.
- Why don't you bring him round? - Leave it out.
I'd like to meet him. I wouldn't know him.
Don't hold your breath.
Don't leave it up to him. Men are all the same.
- Mum! - I hope he uses a whatsiname.
- Condoms. - Mind your own business!
They can leak. You wanna be careful.
- You're jealous, ain't ya? - Where is he tonight, anyway?
I dunno.
Most likely out givin' somebody else one.
That's how I got caught with you.
Runnin' out of the pill.
- You could have a coil fitted. - Change the record.
- You'd suit the sponge. - Keep your voice down!
I got a Dutch cap somewhere.
You could have that.
Run it under the tap... Where you goin'?
I don't have to listen to this!
Sweetheart!
Roxanne!
Darlin', I'm only tryin' to help you.
- Leave me alone. - I'm your mother.
Get out of my room!
If you have a baby, I'll look after it.
- I ain't gettin' pregnant! - I'll give up me job.
- It's nothing to do with you! - It bloody is!
Don't drop it at MY door!
- Jesus Christ! - I'm sorry, darlin'!
- I didn't... - Fuck off!
You make me sick, you stupid bitch!
[Cynthia sobs]
[Phone rings]
Hello?
I'm sorry to trouble you.
I'm trying to locate a Cynthia Purley.
'Yes? '
Is that Cynthia Purley?
'Yes.'
Cynthia Rose Purley?
Yes.
'Of 76 Quilter Street? '
Yes. What is it you want, darlin'?
Hello?
'D'you want Roxanne? She's gone out.'
No.
'She ain't in any trouble, is she? '
No. It's about Elizabeth.
Elizabeth? Elizabeth who?
'Elizabeth Purley.'
Oh! But she's dead.
No, she isn't.
'She is, darlin'. I should know.'
I should know.
Look, sweetheart, she's me mother.
'She went in 1961.'
No, I mean baby Elizabeth Purley.
Baby Eliz...?
Who IS this?
'She was born on the 23rd of July, 1968
'at... Sorry about this.'
[Rustle of papers]
Er, yeah.
At The Haven, Wells Grange Avenue,
'Sutton, Surrey.
'I'm sorry. I know this must be a shock to you.'
[Vomits]
[Phone rings]
[Phone continues to ring]
[Ring! Ring!]
Listen, darlin', what is it you want?
I'm really sorry.
'You mustn't come round here, sweetheart.'
I didn't wanna upset you.
'You mustn't do that.
'You mustn't phone, neither.'
I just needed to know.
You can't come round here
'cause no-one knows about you, see?
Promise me you won't come round. Promise me!
Look, I've got your address.
If I wanted to come round, I'd have done it already.
I'm ever so sorry, sweetheart!
I'm a little bit upset.
[Cynthia sobs]
'Promise me you won't come round.'
I promise.
Thank you.
Um...
c-can I meet you somewhere?
Oh, I shouldn't think so, darlin'.
I've got lots...
I've got lots of questions I want to ask you.
Yeah, well, I gotta go now.
Please.
What's your name, anyway?
Eh?
'Hortense.'
Hortense?
Yeah.
'Hortense what? '
Cumberbatch.
Clumberbunch? That's a funny name, innit?
Yeah, I suppose it is.
You on the phone?
Yeah. Er, d'you wanna take my number down?
'Oh, I don't think I gotta pencil.'
I'll wait.
I got one.
Er...
It's 0171...
...219...
Sorry, 619...
...4840
Yeah. Tada.
[Bath taps running]
[Phone rings]
Hello.
Hello?
D'you wanna meet me or not?
Hello.
Yes or no. It's up to you.
Yeah, of course I wanna meet you.
'Well, then... '
Are you sure about this?
'I mean, if you're not sure... '
Where d'you want to meet me?
'Well, where would you like to meet? '
I don't know. Anywhere. Not here though!
No, of course not.
Er...
What about outside Holborn tube station?
Holborn.
When?
'What are you doing this Saturday coming? '
Nothing. I'm never bloody doing anything.
'Saturday, then.'
What time?
...730?
'Half past seven.
'Now listen, you mustn't phone me here again.
'D'you understand me? '
Otherwise, I won't come and meet ya.
I'll see you on Saturday.
Hello?
Don't even know what you look like!
Hello, sweetheart.
- What's for tea? - Got you some steak.
- What for? - Little treat for you.
- Ain't you havin' none? - Want a beer?
- We ain't got none. - I got you some.
Oh. Did ya?
- You goin' out? - No, I'm stayin' in.
I'm gonna have a few early nights.
I've decided.
Excuse me.
- What is it, sweetheart? - Are you Cynthia?
Yeah. How'd YOU know?
Hello, I'm Hortense.
What you talkin' about?
Hortense Cumberbatch. I spoke to you on the telephone.
- What, that was YOU? - Yeah.
Oh, no.
No, sweetheart.
No, darlin'!
You've been ringin' the wrong person.
Cynthia Purley?
Where d'you get MY name from, anyway?
It's on my birth certificate.
What you talkin' about? It can't be.
It's got your name and your address on it.
There.
That's all wrong, darlin'.
They've made a mistake down the offices.
You wanna get down there, get that sorted.
That's someone havin' a joke.
I don't think so.
Let me have a look at that.
I'm ever so sorry, sweetheart.
It must be a bit of a disappointment for you.
[Cynthia sobs]
I really think you ought to see these documents.
Why, what is it?
Why don't we, er...
go somewhere and have... and sit down?
No, I think I'd better be goin', darlin'.
Look, you've come all this way. Please.
Let's go and have a cup of tea or something.
There's places down there.
Come on.
I hope you find your mum, sweetheart.
You keep lookin'.
- Go on. - No, thanks. I don't smoke.
Nor should ya.
My daughter smokes like a chimney.
You've got a daughter?
Yeah.
Ain't never been in here before.
They shouldn't go raisin' your hopes like that.
It ain't fair.
Is this your signature?
This is stupid.
I don't understand it.
I mean, I CAN'T be your mother, can I?
Why not?
- Well, look at me! - What?
Listen, I don't mean nothin' by it, darlin',
but I ain't never been with a black man in my life.
No disrespect nor nothing.
I'd have remembered, wouldn't I?
Oh, bloody hell!
Oh, Jesus Christ Almighty!
I'm sorry, sweetheart!
I'm so ashamed!
You shouldn't be ashamed.
I can't look at you.
I didn't know, sweetheart.
Honest, I didn't know.
What didn't you know?
I didn't know you was black!
See, I...
I thought they'd got the dates all wrong.
All this time, I've thought you was born six...
six weeks premature, but you wasn't.
You wasn't.
Who was he?
You don't wanna know that, darlin'.
I do.
Listen, I wanna be honest with you
but I can't tell you THAT, sweetheart, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Look at ya.
I expect I'm a bit of a disappointment to you, ain't I?
No.
You don't have to say that, darlin'.
I know.
You've been better off without me,
I can tell you that much.
I done you a good turn.
Your tea's getting cold.
What's your mum like, then?
Does she mind you lookin' for me?
- My mum died recently. - Oh, I'm sorry.
What about your dad?
He's dead an' all.
Oh.
Are you married?
No. No, um...
I ain't, er...