- Hello, love. - Hello, boys.
Hello, sweetheart.
Right, Dad, we'll show you round.
Hello, love.
So, what do you think?
Well, it's got all the right rooms.
lt's got a spare room for when you stay.
Oh, the small one at the back?
Do you mean the airing cupboard? They're similar.
Hey, hey, hey, it's not that small.
lt's big enough for a single bed.
What do you think, Rachel?
Me? Er...
Well, at least it'll be ours. And the garden's OK.
We'll paint the walls a different colour, but once we've done that...
lt'll be the same house, a different colour.
Son, l know it's early days to risk alienating you...
but Rachel hates this place.
She does not!
Well, not hate.
Look, l'll let her choose the colour.
We can't have what we want.
We have to compromise, but she's not prepared to.
- What's wrong with where you are now? - lt's 50 grand more than we can afford.
- Borrow it. - Aye, right.
From me.
l've got a bit put by. A bit more, actually.
- l can't take money from you. - lt's a loan.
To be repaid whenever.
Or never.
Well, l still owe you for all those presents l missed.
And with interest, 50 grand wouldn't cover that.
No. l can't let you do this for me.
lt's not for you, you bollocks!
Look, you've swallowed your pride once already.
Don't you want to make Rachel happy?
Right, l'd best get back to work. Ring the agents, say we'll be bidding.
OK, OK.
Adam?
Paul? Adam Williams.
The guy whose house you were auctioning without telling him.
Ah, Mr Williams. What can l do for you?
We've changed our minds. We're going to bid.
Sure. But you're cutting it a bit fine, aren't you? l mean, we start in 1 5 minutes.
- Start what? - The auction.
But it's tomorrow. The 1 2th.
No, today's the 1 2th.
Shite!
Dad, look after Matthew.
His nappy needs changing. There's the keys. Gotta go.
l like it. lt's crisp, clear, and it's what we do. We listen.
(Phone rings)
Come on, Rach. Pick up.
Like you guys. You communicate.
But to communicate, first you have to listen.
l am sorry.
Pick up, pick up!
(Switches off phone) Sorry.
Voicemail? No!
Rach, it's me. The auction's now. Now. Barn Owl Hotel.
l'm on my way, but if you can get there quicker...
AUCTlONEER: £1 00,000 bid. £1 00,000.
At £1 00,000, then. £1 02,500.
Thank you, sir. £1 02,500.
Come on, come on.
£1 05,000, then. Any more?
£1 07,500. Thank you, sir. £1 07,500.
(Horn blares) - Jesus!
(Laughs)
Great.
- Pleasure. See you next week. - Absolutely. l'm glad you liked it.
Bye.
(Phone rings) - Oh, thank God.
Hi. l've got your message. How far away are you?
Five, ten minutes. l'm driving like a maniac.
Well, be careful, but hurry.
Well, it's either/or.
Er...OK, hurry. Listen, l'll be there as soon as l can. l'm on my way. Bye, love.
Bye-bye, bye-bye. Oh, God.
And now we're moving on to lot number seven on your list, ladies and gentlemen.
A beautiful, two-bedroomed house right in the heart of Didsbury.
May we start the bidding at £200,000?
£230,000. Thank you, sir. 230.
£235,000. Thank you. lt's against you, sir, at 235.
Come on. Come on.
£237,500.
£237,500. Thank you, sir. £237,500. Do l hear 240?
Come on!
(Groans)
l'm looking for £240,000.
£237,500 bid. l'm looking for 240. Do l hear 240?
- Thank you, sir. At the back. £240,000 bid. - £242,500.
- 245. - Adam?
David?
Do l hear £247,500, sir?
No.
No, you don't. Erm...in fact...can l withdraw my previous bid?
The bid's with the gentleman at the back, at £245,000.
For £245,000. £245,000 bid.
At 245. Any more?
At £245,000, once.
Twice.
Are you all done?
Wa-hoo! (Tarzan yell)
♪ l've got my hoose back, l've got my hoose back
(Murmur of conversations)
Your ten per cent deposit is payable now, sir, at the accounts desk.
(Phone rings)
- Hello? - We got it.
Oh, Adam, that is brilliant! God, l love you!
- But if you're not here in 20 minutes, we lose it. - What? Why?
They want a deposit. No deposit, no house. l need your cheque book.
Well, l'm stuck in bloody traffic.
What? Er...well, look, er...l'll try and stall them. But hurry, all right?
OK, all right. Bye, love.
Right, move now.
- David... - Adam.
You wouldn't happen to have £1 5,000 on you, would you?
(Phone rings)
Hello?
Rach, we're OK. David subbed us.
David?
- He was bidding for our house. - The cheeky bugger!
l know. Words will be had.
Anyway, you can go back to work.
OK, love. Well, er...l'll see you tonight.
l'll get the champagne.
Adam...
l meant it, you know. l do love you.
- Ah, sure. Why wouldn't you? - Bye.
(Music on radio)
Good.
(Horn blares)
(Shouting)
Thanks, big lad.
l owe you 1 5 grand.
- No, ten. - Well...
l think l cost you five.
Thank you.
(Chatter on radio)
Are you all right in there, love? Can you talk to us at all?
There's gonna be some noise when we start cutting.
(Chugging)
Just passing. l thought l'd pop in to see the children.
They're upstairs. You can give them their bath, if you like.
Actually, l can't stay. Erm...
Oh, no. Robyn's meeting the gang tonight, isn't she?
David, l've told you: it's fine.
Adam and Rachel have bought their house.
- What, the new one? - No, the one they're in. Bill's helping them out.
l am a bit, as well.
David, that's fantastic! l'm gonna give her a ring.
(Mobile phone rings)
(Phone ringing)
Hello?
Oh, hello. ls this Rachel's phone?
What?
David, Karen, is she in there? Rachel?
- She's here. - Where? Oh, my God!
- Adam, don't. - Rachel? No, look...
l'm sorry. You'll have to wait till the doctors have finished before you go in.
No, but...Rach?
Rach?
Here.
- Karen? - No, thank you.
God, l'm so sorry we're late. We got caught in the rush hour.
Come here.
Jesus Christ, Adam...
Adam, she'll be OK. Rachel's a fighter.
Mr Williams?
We've finished stabilising her, and we've done a brain CT scan.
ls she going to be OK?
Your wife has sustained a serious head injury.
How serious?
She has some swelling over her brain.
She's unconscious at present, but she's stable.
But she's going to be all right, isn't she?
We'll know more after a further scan in the morning. We're doing all we can.
Can we see her?
Sure.
(Bleeping)
- l'm sorry, Adam. l can't handle this. - Karen, please stay. She'd want you to.
l know she does.
She'd want all of us to be here.
l think she's going to be OK.
ln fact, l know it.
Yeah. Water off a duck's back for Rachel.
Typical, though. Always wanting to be the centre of attention.
Well, you are now.
l've never seen her so quiet.
l've still got you, haven't l, Rach?
(Tearfully) You're still here...
with me and Matthew.
l know you can hear me.
Do you think my dad will be all right with Matthew? You know, feeding him and stuff?
Yeah. l'm sure he'll be fine.
Listen. l'll erm...l'll phone you all in the morning.
No, you won't. We're staying here with you.
Yeah, there's no way any of us are leaving.
No.
Thanks.
l'm sorry, but we're very busy tonight.
Do you have an idea when your party will turn up?
(Bleeping)
- 200 joules. Everybody clear? - Yeah.
(Bleeping)
Nothing. 200 joules again.
No output.
Keep going.
Charging. Everybody stand clear.
Oxygen away.
- Do you want anything else? - Adrenaline.
- One milligram of adrenaline. - No respiration.
l have no pulse.
Still no change.
OK, guys. CPR terminated at 4:43.
Thank you very much, team.
(Baby gurgling)
♪ When the lights go out
♪ And l'm all alone
♪ When l look into the night
♪ What do l see?
♪ l see your smiling face
♪ ln the moonlit sky
♪ And l know that you'll wait
♪ Wait for me
♪ Oh, wait for me
♪ Wait for me
♪ Please, baby
♪ Oh, please, wait for me
♪ Oh, yeah
♪ Oh...
♪ Please wait for me
♪ Please, wait for me
Come on. lt's time.
♪ There is sometimes a little pain
♪ lt'll pass, if you just wait for me
♪ Oh, please, wait for me
PETE: Who are they? ADAM: l've no idea.
KAREN: Could be colleagues from work. JO: Not from when l worked there.
ADAM: Maybe they just like funerals.
Well, you get that with weddings.
Oh, God, the parents.
Brian.
- Mary. - How are you, Adam?
This is your grandson.
Matthew.
l'll be inside.
He's taken this very hard.
No chance they'll make it up now.
Who's this?
Bloody hell!
Bloody hell.
- ls that...? - lt's Jenny.
Bloody hell.
- She's looking well. - Put on a bit of weight.
Rachel's friends and family will now say a few words about her.
First, her closest friend, Karen Marsden.
(Emotionally) Rachel and l grew up together.
Not that we knew each other as children. We didn't.
(Tearfully) We just seemed so much younger... when we met.
We used to... We used to go out after work.
And we met... (Crying)
KAREN: Sorry.
DAVlD: (Whispers) Come on, come on.
lt's all right.
Rachel was a beautiful person, in every respect.
And the great thing was, she didn't know it.
She was told often enough, by Adam and her friends,
but she wouldn't have it.
lt makes her sound perfect and, like any of us, of course, she wasn't.
But you could forgive her anything.
- She owed me a tenner. - (Laughs)
lf it hadn't been for Rachel, l would have missed the birth of my son.
l was on the golf course with David, when suddenly we saw this car...
tearing up the fairway.
Literally.
lt was Rach.
Rachel to the rescue.
The members weren't too happy.
But l was delighted. l was losing.
Anyway, er...we made it in time.
Thanks, Rach.
l've been in New York for the past year.
And, you know, people say that they're gonna write.
But everyone's busy.
Fair enough.
Except, Rachel wrote.
E-mails. Loads of them, actually.
Mainly about Matthew and...about you.
And about Adam.
She loves you so much.
lt's a pity the one person who would have enjoyed this the most can't be here.
Except, of course, she is.
l can see her now.
l'm sure you can, too.
lf you can't, just take a look at our son Matthew.
Matthew's smile, the sparkle in his eyes.
The grim look of determination you sometimes see in his face.
They all come from Rachel.
We thought we couldn't have children.
Matthew was our gift.
Her gift to me.
l am so sorry that he will never have the chance...
..to know his mum,
who was my best friend.
l will miss you, Rachel.
Come on, folks. Cheer up. Anyone would think you'd been to a funeral.
Look, l know we're all hurting, but l want this to be a celebration of her life. So, champagne?
- l will. - Yeah, ta.
There are nibbles in the kitchen for anyone who's peckish.
ls that behaviour normal?
Drop for you.
lt's one way of coping, l suppose.
l don't think there is such a thing as normal. Each of us reacts in our own way.
Yeah. l'm going to get pissed.
l'm not.
- So, l didn't know you were... - Pregnant?
No, no, coming over.
- Of course, yeah. - Well, l didn't know you were pregnant, either.
- Well, l am. - Any idea who the father is?
Pete...
Look, it was a joke. My timing's off.
lt's a funeral.
- How's your work? - Same as ever.
Nothing changes.
You know me. The height of my ambition's a loft conversion.
You seem to be doing all right.
She's very pretty. And young.
PETE: And pissed.
Well, you always did find that a turn-on.
Yeah, it's what first attracted me to you.
Come on. lt all has to be eaten.
- How's our son? - Oh, he's grand, yeah.
Dying to see you.
- What, he's here? - At my mum's.
l know. Nightmare. lt's driving me mad.
How long are you over for?
Er...a few days. The office organised it.
- Hence the limo? - Yeah.
Americans won't travel in anything smaller.
Only thing they can fit their fat arses in.
Well, if you don't want to stay with your mum, you can always come to us.
l mean, you could share little Adam's room. lt's a bit small, but...
Well, you know the house, don't you?
Right. Well, that's settled, then.
- l should be getting back. - Life goes on, eh?
l thought l might pop over some time... to see the children.
And to check up on me.
Thank you.
- Not leaving already? - l'm afraid so.
- Yeah, me too. - But l was just about to start the music.
Adam, you will make time to grieve, won't you?
Yes.
- 'Ey, here we are! - Dad!
Hey, who's this? Where's my son?
- lt's me, Adam! - He's so big! Must be all those burgers.
Yeah. That or just genetics.
Jo OK?
Well, she's not thrown up, and she's making your beds. l'll take you up.
Pete...you're all right about this, are you?
Yeah, course l am. lt's great to see you again.
Go on up.
- l suppose l'll just have to sleep with you, then. - Steady.
- They didn't eat much. - And l went to all that trouble.
- Sure you got it at the supermarket? - Yes.
(Baby crying)
- You want me to go? - l will.
Daddy...
l really do appreciate you being here the last few days.
You've been a great help.
But now l think l'd like you to go.
We're only putting off the inevitable, aren't we?
- lt's early days, son. - l can cope.
- l don't know, Adam. - Daddy, l've got to try.
Besides, l won't be here on my own.
l've got His Nibs here.
(Baby crying)
TV: She would either go to the departmental store and have a skin consultant...
(Door slams)
(Turns TV off)
Oh, my God! l wondered who that was. What are you doing here?
Whoa, that Lee!
He is such a gilipollas!
- That's not good? - OK, it's part of his job. The women expect it.
But there is no need he like it.
l don't understand.
Today, l go to the gym to work it out...
- Work what out? - What?
- Work out what? - Work out, at the gym.
Anyways, so...
l'm at the pec deck - it's good for your titties - when l see Lee...
with a client.
Now, l know he is a personal trainer,
but his training is way too personal.
- So, l follow him. - You did what?
l spy on him. Oh, and l good - believe me.
lt's in my blood. My grandfather, he inform against Franco.
So, he don't know l there.
But he soon find out.
- What are you playing at? - lt's my job.
- To be a gigolo? - Babe...
- Don't you ''babe'' me. - lt's an act.
For show. You know l only have eyes for you.
So, l just pack my bags and l move back here. Well, if you let me.
Ramona, you've only just moved there.
Course you can.
(Humming softly)
You should be doing this.
Why did you not see the truck? They're huge. You can't miss them.
l didn't.
That's in poor taste.
- You always were a crap driver. - That's how we met.
(Crash)
What the hell were you doing?
Me? lt's you who reversed without looking!
Yeah, at five miles an hour! You didn't have to ram me.
Excuse me, but whose car is touching whose?
Oh, terrific! A woman driver with a woman's logic.
And a man with shit for brains! Tell me: were you starved of oxygen at birth?
And who was your driving instructor? Stevie Wonder?
At least l had one.
- Oh, how that man must have suffered! - lt was a woman.
l'm sorry.
l know.
lt's been a long day.
l'm going to bed.
You keep an eye on him.
You need to make up a bottle for his night feed.
What would l do without you?
You're doing pretty well.
Oh-ha-ha! Oh-ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ooh! Do you want to see some football this weekend, Tiger?
(American accent) Can we? That rocks!
- He means soccer, love. - Oh...
- Does he watch those tapes l send him? - Well, he finds them a bit boring, Pete.
All them nil-nil draws.
Oh.
Look, if you want to use the phone to call your bloke, feel free.
Yeah, ta. Thanks.
- Mom, do they have any peanut butter? - Hey, ask me. l'm your dad.
Do you have peanut butter?
No. But l can get you some later.
JO: Oh, God.
- Hi. You must be little Adam. - Hi.
l'm Jo.
l'm just about to throw up.
Sure you're gonna be all right? l don't mind staying.
l'll be fine.
And any time you want to visit, l'll have your room ready.
Thanks for coming, Dad.
Son...
Airport, mate.
Right.
Morning. Hi.
Morning. Hello there.
Hi.
Adam? What are you doing here?
l know what you're thinking, but l'm fine.
- lt's too soon. Take some time. - Really, l'm fine. Tell everyone.
Hi. l'm fine. Thanks for your concern, but l'm fine.
OK, what have l missed?
- Hi. - Hiya.
Hey, that painting's new.
Yeah. We got it in Sydney.
l wasn't too keen on what was there before.
Oh, no, neither was l. l could never get Pete to change it.
lt must feel a bit odd for you, me being here.
lf you want, l could just go.
No, no, you're fine. lt must be odd for you to be back.
Yeah, it is a bit.
l mean, let's face it. The last time l was here, you were our baby-sitter. Now you're his wife.
- So, do you miss it? - What, being married to Pete?
Manchester.
Oh. Er...
Now, Manchester or Manhattan?
- Hm...tough call. - lndeed.
l'd better run.
Oh-ho! Oh, l love these.
You know, they sell four million of these a week, but l don't know anyone else who eats them.
- Well, someone must. - Yeah, one fat sod. That's for sure!
Bugger it, eh?
(Cries)
ROB YN: How was the funeral?
- Karen was very upset. - Well, it must have been horrible for her.
And you.
Adam seems to be coping. Jenny was there.
- Who's Jenny? - Pete's ex.
- l don't know who any of them are. - Sorry, no. l keep forgetting.
No, you'll have to meet them.
Maybe not immediately.
(Phone rings) - Sorry.
lt's Karen. Hello?
Karen, are you all right?
- No, l'm not. - l'm coming straight over, OK?
- What's the matter? - l don't know. She sounded bad.
- Doesn't she have friends? - Yeah. One of them just died.
l'm sorry. l'm sorry. You go.
- Look, l'll call by later. Can you get this? - Of course.
ls it a good idea, going back to work?
Well, they need me. They've got a lot on.
Besides, it helps take my mind off things.
So, things pretty much back to normal now, then?
Yeah, pretty much, save one or two small details.
- Do you want to see her? - Who?
Rachel. l picked up her ashes earlier.
- She's in there? - Yeah. With my tea.
Chicken Kiev tonight.
- Do you want to look? - No!
No.
So, it's good to see Jenny again.
- Yeah, bit of a shock, her turning up. - Especially like that.
- You know they're staying with us? Jo's idea. - Really?
Bloody odd. lt's like my whole life's flashing in front of my eyes.
- Do you still fancy her? - No! She's seven months' pregnant.
- Do you still fancy her? - Yes.
l'm getting the eye over there. Don't look.
PETE: Hm, very nice.
- Right. - No. Hey!
- What are you thinking of? What about...? - What?
- Rachel. - Oh, keep an eye on her, will you?
No. She was my friend.
What? You thought l was...?
My wife's body's still warm. l'm going for a pish, if you don't mind.
- Adam... - What?
- ls she? - What?
Still warm.
- Are these dead? - Erm...yeah.
- Do you want another? - Yeah.
Are you OK?
Yeah, l poured it down the sink.
Maybe you should talk to someone. You know, an expert.
- l didn't drink any. - No, l meant about your grief.
Perhaps you should start going to meetings again.
- Daddy! - Joshy.
Hi, David.
The girls are down.
(Doorbell) - l'll go.
- Yeah? What you want? - You.
Hm.
- l miss you. - Hm!
l love it when you do that.
Yeah? Well, you give me plenty practice.
- Come back. - No.
- Please? - No.
Not even as my wife?
Please can you read me a story tonight?
- Stay for dinner, if you want. - Well...
Karen, David...
- Oh, hello. - Lee asked me to marry him.
Oh, Ramona...
- That's wonderful. Congratulations. - Congratulations.
l'm so excited! lt's OK l phone my mamma?
- What, in Madrid? - Yes, of course.
And then l'm going to go pack and move back to Lee.
What, tonight?
Since l'm staying for dinner, why don't we make up the spare room,
and l can stay the night as well?
Yeah, thanks.