Why you reading?
It's so boring.
Ferg.
- Ferg! - Ferg?
Sam's talking to you.
Don't ignore him, sweetie, he's your friend.
I'm on a good bit.
Kate, let him be.
How about a photo, boys?
- Yeah! - Yeah?
Ferg, put your book down.
That's it.
- Aw, that's lovely. - Ow!
Come on, Fergus, man up.
- But he's hurting me. - Smile.
Smile, put your arm round him.
Fergus, smile.
Mum, come take a picture of us two.
Alright, Lulu.
Ah!
Saved your life.
Don't do that.
- What's wrong with you? - Stop it! Get off me!
Help!
Sam?
- Sam! - Guy!
Sam!
OK.
It's OK.
♪ Walking through desire ♪
♪ Static all the way ♪
♪ Could it be the rapture? ♪
♪ Never brought me down ♪
♪ You're everything I need ♪
♪ Like a stupid cry ♪
So, I was on the edge like this and then he pushed me.
Little Fergus?
He did, and then I went over.
- I don't believe you. - He did!
Then I went down, down, down.
Uh, wait.
Come on. Up you go.
Up you...
Good. Good boy.
Right, come on, boys. We're gonna be late.
Hurry up!
In we go. Have we got everything?
Mum, I can't find my book bag!
Well, if you kept your room tidy, it wouldn't be a problem.
- Found it. - Come on, quick-sticks.
Look at you.
Got my vote.
Right, I better get going. Got work to find, eh?
- Good luck. - Good luck.
- See ya. - See you later.
Right, quick-sticks.
Here you go, poppet.
Mum, do I really have to go to school looking like this?
My love, you look great. Come on.
I mean, who even is Tiberius Claudius?
- Did you swallow any water? - Loads.
Were you really scared?
Yeah, really scared.
I felt really, really heavy.
I just thought I was gonna die.
Hey.
I'm-I'm driving.
Can you talk to your sister?
You forgot her ingredients for Food Tech!
What?
She says she told you twice and reminded you yesterday.
Well, I'm gonna have to drop it off then, aren't I?
But will you tell her that next time she's got to write it down? She's got to...
She's got to write it on the calendar.
Write it on the calendar.
Oh, for God's sake.
Told ya. It's "Dress Up For History" day.
We've only just had World bloody Book Day.
Mum, that was last term.
Morning, ladies. Morning.
Hi, guys.
Wow, Fergus. You look amazing.
These are Sam's clothes.
Oh, thanks, gosh. Ironed!
Um. He won't know what's hit him.
Right, better go. Here you go.
- Love you! - Love you too.
- See you later. - Just concentrate on your spellings, OK?
Yeah? OK, go.
Um, Kate?
Yeah?
I just wanted to say I'm sorry again about yesterday.
Honestly, Sam can hardly be blamed for falling in.
No, but it must've caused you so much stress after you gave him such a lovely day out.
- I feel terrible. - No, no, no, don't be silly.
If anyone should feel bad, it's me.
Just forget about it.
Thanks.
Actually, er, Lisa, do you fancy a coffee at the Swan?
Oh, I'd love to, but I'm rushed off my feet.
I would actually quite like to.
We really need to talk about our boys.
Um...
I can... move things around, I've just gotta drop a couple of dogs off.
That's great. See you in a bit.
OK. We're done.
How does that feel?
Mm. Good.
Great, in fact.
- Thank you. - I'll let you get dressed.
I only want to see Roz.
You could see... Gary.
- Gary could see you in ten minutes? - No, no, I...
I only ever see Roz, I don't want to see anybody else.
- Well... - I followed her here
from a previous practice.
All set?
Uh...
I don't wanna pry, Roz...
I don't know how you ended up here.
You built up a terrific business in Bowness.
If I can help in any way...
Thought we were friends.
- You're my client, Scott. - Yeah.
Fergus has had such a rough deal.
Mm, because...
- Eye. - Mm.
In awe of your Sam, Mr Popular.
Yeah, Sam's just very energetic.
I hope you don't think I'm being over-dramatic, but...
well, I would wanna know if it were one of mine.
What?
I don't want to use the "B" word.
It's... it's not physical, the bullying.
Oh... God, what's he done?
He calls Fergus "Cyclops".
You know, the one-eyed monster from Greek mythology.
Right.
- Really? - You're not cross I said, are you?
No, of course I'm not.
I try and tell him to ignore it. "Sticks and stones", I keep saying, but...
No, I'm...
I'll, I'll talk to him.
Thanks.
Thanks. I knew you'd get it. I told Guy, Lisa'll understand, she's one of us.
Mum.
Note from Joanne.
"Don't go in, I smell gas. Come to mine."
Hiya. Abby, go in there.
- Chocolate biscuits, you know where. - Yum!
Thanks, Joanne. I'll call Transco.
Look, I didn't want to give Abby a shock, but the bailiffs came this morning.
Bailiffs?
Erm...
OK, I know.
We'll just grate some cheese on top for a bit of protein.
- Alright? - Vegan means no dairy.
There's peas.
Help yourself, everyone.
Chips are a real treat, honestly.
Oh, my God, you're such a suck-up.
Right, well...
My mum says that icing sugar covers up a multitude of sins.
- Does she? - Mm-hm.
She comes up with all sorts of fucking shit.
She just said the F-word.
She just said the F-word!
- Fuck! Fuck! - Sam!
Oh, wow!
Dad's home!
Oh, steady on, wet paint alert.
- You got a job? - Er, just for today.
How much?
Er, £50, cash in hand.
But the bloke I was working for was looking to get rid of this
so I made a deal with him.
Thought I could teach you how to play. What d'you reckon?
- Good. - Put that over there.
Put your hand underneath.
Worth a lot more than £50, this.
Bailiffs came today.
Wh-what d'you mean?
The loan. We missed a payment.
But, er...
You wrote 'em that letter, didn't you? Asking for the extension?
Alright, I'll take the sax back in the morning.
But, um...
well, you're seeing Pete tonight, aren't you?
How's work?
You look stressed.
No, no. It's fine.
- And my gorgeous little niece? - Yeah.
Abby's great.
She's really great and Winston had a day's work today, but it's...
- Pete. - Oh, Roz.
Let's not ruin tonight by talking about Winston.
Or money.
OK, right, I'm here on kind of like a secret mission
to pinch some of their recipes for the café.
This is my treat, OK?
Ah! It's Louise and Scott, absolutely lovely, loaded.
She's just joined my book club... Hello!
How are you? Right, Louise, Scott, this is my sister Roz.
- Hi, Roz. - Hello.
Hello again.
Roz is my physio.
- You know, the one I'm always raving about. - Course.
- Good to meet you. - And you.
D'you know, I can't get past the first 100 pages.
Really?
I, er, glad I ran into you.
I think I forgot to pay for my treatment.
Oh, y... you can't pay me direct anymore, but I can sort it for you.
Well...
maybe I did pay for it.
Hang onto it anyway.
Think of it as a tip.
And honestly, you'll fall in love with them all, as I did.
- Shall we eat? - Yes.
- Lovely seeing yous. - Yeah, see ya.
See ya in a bit.
Small world.
What we having?
Is it... too loud?
Cos I, I've bought my little muffler.
No.
It's nice.
You should keep it.
Hi.
Oh! Hi.
The guy at reception said I could come through.
Yeah.
Didn't expect to see you so soon. After last night, I mean.
Are you OK?
Yesterday...
the reason I pressed 50 quid on you was because I...
I drove past your house.
I saw the bailiffs there.
Now, don't be embarrassed.
Poverty's not a crime.
I wasn't born rich. Far from it.
- You're a good woman, Roz, I want to help you. - Look, I...
- I don't want charity. - Now, I've got a business proposition.
Oh.
OK.
OK, so this is unusual, but I think it could be the perfect solution for both of us.
Now, you know that I've always admired your pragmatic approach to business.
Now...
I'm a happily-married man. I love Louise.
But, um...
she doesn't fulfil my needs.
Hang on. What?
Uh, I know, I know. It sounds shocking.
I'm looking for a discreet physical arrangement.
So have an affair.
No, that's the point. They're messy.
And people get hurt.
This is different. It's a business arrangement, that's all.
I've, um...
I've written down a figure.
Just think about it.
Sam, come on! Hurry up, we're gonna be late.
Oh, come here. Come here.
Arm, arm, arm.
Right. And remember, you've got to play with Fergus today.
No one likes him, he's weird.
Sam!
And he pushed me in.
We do not call our friends names, and we don't make up stories.
- He's not my friend. - And you don't give me that look.
Come on, breakfast.
Dad could've given me a backie on his bike
but he's not really reliable in the mornings.
So has he got, um... has he got any work at the moment?
No. He's creative.
And how's your mum? We haven't had a proper catch-up in ages.
Busy. She's always working.
She says thanks for taking me in.
Oh, you tell her any time, God.
You're welcome any time.
Mum didn't have time to do me a cake.
It's alright, Abby. You can share mine.
- Hold it firmly under the brace, there we go. - OK, walk slowly.
- Share it... - Walk towards Miss King.
- There you go. - Go on, then, off you go.
Have a lovely day.
- Steady, Ferg. - Good luck.
Both hands, my love, both hands.
Wow, now that's a cake.
Stunning.
Look, I've been meaning to ask you and your husband round for supper.
- Oh, um... - No, nothing too formal, just...
just a kitchen supper.
So we can get to know each other as families.
Yeah, we'd, um...
- we'd love that. - Great.
Thanks.
What?
That suit, it drowns you.
Ah, I told you, I bought it for driving people to funerals.
Yeah, well, we're going shopping now that we're going to fancy dinner parties.
I feel weird in a dress.
Look at that view. Amazing.
Do I look alright? Will I look good enough?
For me or for them?
Oh, please, will you just make an effort, for me?
Hey, I'm here, aren't I?
Huh?
Teeth.
- No lipstick? - You look great.
Ah! The Kallistos.
Come in. Come in, please.
Welcome.
- Hey. - Hi.
- Good to see you. - Nice to see you too.
Um, I'm so sorry again, about the other day.
I'm so embarrassed, my klutz of a son making you dive in.
Please, my big Baywatch moment.
- It's Joe, isn't it? - Hi.
Hi, I'm Guy. Good to see you.
Come on, let's go. In you come.
Lisa, the girls are in the kitchen.
Joe, follow me. I got some beers for us.
Are you a glass or a tankard kind of chap?
- Yeah, it's the, um... - Plum-y. Mm.
It is plum-y. I mean, I would've said more fruity.
- Well, plum's a fruit, isn't it? - It is a noir at the end of the day.
Hi.
Wow!
My gosh, you look amazing. I love that dress!
Oh, this is gorgeous.
Thank you.
You know my sister Alexa?
- Hey, I'm Lisa. - Lisa.
You kindly have our dogs when we go skiing.
Oh, I don't know about kindly, it's more of a business.
Yes, of course, working Mummy.
- White OK? - Oh, thank you.
- Do you have children? - Yes, four. They board.
Mm!
- You got four at boarding school? - Yes.
- Wow. - Yes, we're very fortunate.
What she means is that Adam's a very successful cosmetic surgeon.
Mm, she's just jealous.
Uh, not at all. We're quite happy with the local schools, aren't we, Lisa?
- Yeah, I really like... - Keep them close.
Let them stand on their own two feet, it's good for them, like it was for us.
Nothing like a little sister to press the buttons, is there?
How do you know I'm older?
- I didn't... I didn't... - Cos she's so bloody bossy.
Oh, do fuck off, Kate.
- Oh, no, I didn't mean that... - No, no, no, it's fine.
- She's just... - Menopausal.
I'm devoted to her.
It looks gorgeous.
It's all... it's all gorgeous.
Thanks.
Plastic surgeon, yeah.
Most of the stuff I do is therapeutic, you know?
Burns, scars, stuff like that.
But I also have a private practice.
You'd be amazed how many people want work done.
Oh, God, not me. I'd be terrified.
Ah, it's really safe.
And these days we're so good at predicting outcomes, so...
What, you trying to sell me a face-lift?
Absolutely not.
In fact, if you came in, I'd actively discourage it.
Oh, you smooth bastard.
It's a professional opinion.
Yeah, I can just see you in your consulting room with all the ladies.
Not just ladies!
Saw more men than women last week.
Adam's just done Lynn Taylor's eye-bags.
But then, her husband is fucking their au pair.
- You don't know that. - Everyone knows that, Kate.
They were seen together in Grasmere.
Well, you should think about their children before starting rumours
don't you think, Lisa?
Well, I don't know them, so...
Family has to come first.
- Little Miss Sanctimonious. - Oh, come on, Lex.
We both know how damaging a divorce is for the children.
So we should all just stick together, miserable as sin
- as long as all the children are happy. - Top up, Joe?
We were kids, Kate. Get over it.
- Oh... - I have.
For God's sake, why don't you just grow up?
Ahem.
Sorry about that.
Sisters.
Shall I go after them?
Not if you wanna keep these teeth.
See, Kate is, uh...
- Want some of this? - Oh.
Kate's something of a puritan.
- Mm-hm? - She, uh...
she doesn't get that men have needs.
And women don't?
You...
are a breath of fresh air.
Mm.
Cheers.
It's all gone very quiet.
Then we need music!
Can I come in?
What?
I, uh, wanted a word with you.
About what?
You.
You're worth more than any of them.
You're lovely.
- Adam! - Come on.
Shh-shh!
Right, I'm off.
Goodnight, Lulu.
Listen, they've got this huge fridge
just for wine.
I mean... and they knock it back too.
Talking all sorts of crap as well, right, Lisa?
Not tonight, Josephine.
- You watching the game tomorrow, mate? - Oh, yes, I'll be watching it, yeah.
Don't worry about that.
Christ, Winston.
Yeah, it came a couple of days ago.
Didn't wanna worry you after the bailiffs had been.
When were you gonna tell me?
When I'd had the chance to come up with a plan.
What possible plan?
It's an eviction notice, we've got a week to find three grand.
Don't know, Pete or...
there's a new cash advances place in Kendal. I haven't figured it out yet.
Is there anything else you're keeping from me?
- I wasn't keeping this from you. - Anything?
You found it.
Why don't you trust me?
Are you ever gonna forgive us?
Here you go.
Hey, April.
Hello.
Oi, through there.
Sore head?
Hm...
You were totally fucked last night.
You wouldn't even let me undress you.
Um...
God, uh...
I-I'll just be a minute.
Oh, my gosh, come in, come in!
You poor drowned rat!
I just wanted to say thank you for last night.
Oh, that's so sweet, thank you.
- Yeah. - Come through, I'm just making coffee.
Oh, no, look, I'm dripping all over your beautiful floor!
- I'll get a towel. - OK, do you know where you're going?
- I'll find it. - Just top of the stairs, turn left.
- What're you doing? - Huh?
Erm...
D'you know, I was, um...
looking for my earring, because I think I...
I lost it here the other night.
I saw you last night.
You weren't wearing any earrings.
Weird child.
- Erm, w... - This is such a treat.
- I know how busy you are. - Oh, um...
- Sorry, I can't stay... - Alexa just texted me
apologising for the heated debate, I mean...
honestly.
There you go.
Can I ask you something, Lisa?
Does Sally hide away in her room on weekends?
I don't know, I work on weekends.
Yeah, it's such a weird age, 14, isn't it? Because...
well, she's still a child, yet she's so secretive, she's...
walking to school on her own now, she's always on her phone
I mean, I have no idea what she's up to.
And this morning, God, after she left for school
and I was putting Fergus' eye drops in, I came across the most hideous thong
really tarty.
- What worries me... - I'm so sorry, um...
I completely forgot, I've gotta go and get a dog from, um...
- from-from the vets... - Lisa?
Lisa, I am worried about you.
- No, I'm... - You do far too much.
I'm fine, um...
thank you for the... thanks for the coffee.
Thanks. Um, er...
with the underwear, I'd..
I wouldn't even mention it, really, because, erm...
they're just kids, aren't they? They're experimenting.
Y'know, trying to find themselves.
What do... yeah. Thanks.
I'll be out in one minute.
- OK. - Alright?
It's... it's different, alright? Just a loan.
That's exactly what you said last time, Roz.
And next thing you know, he's at it again.
I've cut up his cards, Pete, he's got no access to my bank account.
I've been online, I've read all the forums about families with gamblers...
And he's going to the support group you found him.
- He's doing everything I ask him. - Yeah, now he is.
Now, after losing my house deposit and your business.
I promise you, Pete, I swear to God, he's learned his lesson.
Families need to set boundaries, Roz, OK? It's kinder in the end.
Christ sake, I'm your sister, not some bloody case study off the internet.
Which is why I'm begging you to listen.
- Roz, please, just... - Just?
Just what?
I love him, Pete.
I can't.
No more hand-outs.
Not while you're with him.
So you'd see your niece out on the street?
What's that mean?
Nothing.
Look, you've got a bed at ours for as long as you need it.
You know that. You and Abby.
Scott Elias is here.
But, um...
he's not got an appointment.
He's in pain again. I thought you'd want me to squeeze him in.
I'm sorry to hear the pain's back.
Oh, no, no, it's my shoulder, actually.
It's... it's really sore.
- Could you take a look? - Slip off your shirt then.
You can stand up. I'm not gonna manipulate you.
Oh.
- You thought about it, Roz? - I can't.
Please don't mention it again.
I, uh, I saw you with your brother at the café.
He seemed upset.
You see bailiffs outside my house
and then you happen to see me and my brother today, are you following me?
Roz, this is...
This is Windermere. It's the world's smallest town.
I'm sorry, my...
my head's not on today.
I just wanna help you.
Mm-hm, I think it's about four?
Mum! There's no milk left.
- Mum! - Mum!
I need it way more than you.
Er, no, I only have a teensy bit. I need more.
But I have absolutely none and you never ever have milk in yours.
Mum, I dropped my phone
- down the toilet and it's not working. - Sorry, can you...
- Mum. - Literally, I have none in mine!
- Mum! - Can you speak up, please? I can't hear.
Guys, can you not see I'm on the phone
- to the vet? - You're so annoying!
I'm gonna have to call you back, is that alright?
What is wrong with you guys?
Couldn't you see I'm on the phone?
Right, upstairs, brush your teeth.
You never bloody listen to me.
So annoying!
Thank you for the help.
Been non-stop for 12 hours.
- I'm bloody knackered. - You have to do one thing.
You gotta get in a car and drive. That's it. You don't even have to decide where to.
Manchester airport, twice, if you're interested.
There was an accident on the M6 and the Kendal road's buggered again.
And then what?
Well, you get in, feet up, and that's it, you're done.
Alright, what is it?
The last few days, you've been horrible.
- What, can't you see? Are you blind? - Clearly.
I'm juggling too much, Joe.
Then drop a fucking ball.
Go and see Sal.
She told me last night she started her periods.
What?
You got pain?
- Little bit. - Eugh, it's horrible, isn't it?
I'm sorry.
It's been so busy lately.
Tell you what, take the day off school and we'll go and have lunch, and...
shop, hang out.
Hang out?
What, you don't say that anymore? Is that not cool?
No.
Alright, "Netflix and chill."
Oh, my God, Mum, that means something completely different.
- Does it? - Yes, entirely different.
♪ Oh, Netflix and chill ♪
- Mum. - ♪ Netflix and chill ♪
- Oh, my God, Mum! - ♪ Netflix and chill! ♪
Right, just lift your arm for me.
And let me know when it pinches.
It's there.
OK. Can you keep going?
Yeah.
I am so sorry.
Call for you. They, uh, they tried your mobile.
I turn my phone off when I'm with a client. Next time, knock.
It's your daughter's school.
Said it was important.
Recently, things have been going missing.
Stationery.
A stapler was found in a Year Two backpack.
I'm afraid Abby has been stealing and selling on to younger kids.
We spoke to her and she said she wanted money for our school trip.
We can look at the benevolent fund when the times comes
but as I said to your partner, we take stealing very seriously.
You spoke to Winston?
Twice, over the last couple of weeks.
We couldn't get through to your mobile.
- Miss Toovey. - Uh...
What did Winston say?
He rather made light of it.
Abby is a delightful child.
- She... - I...
I will deal with this.
I'm sorry.
Come on.
It's alright.
I'm not angry.
I just wanted to go on the school trip.
I know.
It's alright.
OK?
It's gonna be OK.
What do you think?
I mean, are they your mum or are they your mum?
- They really suit you, Mum. - Mm.
Can we do this more often?
Or, seeing as you're always working, you could just give me an allowance
- and I could go with my friends. - Or you could get a job.
Mum, how nice is this?
How much?
Ten quid.
Go on.
Thank you!
Hello, this is Winston. Er, leave us a message after the tone.
His bloody phone's off.
He's gone home to Barrow, to his support group.
Well, why don't you go and see him and I'll keep Abby for you?
You two need to talk.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Thank you. Really appreciate it.
What will you say to him?
I don't know.
Roz, you know I've always really liked Winston.
I have, but...
you've given him so many chances, you know?
You've... you've stood up for him, you've forgiven him over and over again.
Careful.
You're beginning to sound like Pete.
You know, he once actually asked me to make a list of Winston's pros and cons.
How long can you go on like this for?
Thanks for keeping Abs. Er, I won't be long.
Just popping out, love.
Shit.
Christ.
You sold the spare tyre, didn't you?
What do we do now? Call the RAC?
Can't pay 'em.
Scrap the car? Can't get to work, can't earn money.
I can't even get to Barrow to talk to you, you fucking, fucking idiot!
Come on, Pete.
£200. It'll be ready tomorrow afternoon.
Thanks. I'll pay you back.
I don't want you to.
Call it a gift.
I need more, Scott.
I'm in real trouble.
Right, well... my offer still stands.
- See ya, Mum. - Er, no, er. PE kit, homework?
- Food tech? - I've got everything, chill out.
Breakfast?
Sally.
I'm detoxing.
Bye, Mum, don't worry!
Always detoxing...
Go on, then, what'd you forget?
Sal, what is it?
It's Lucinda.
She's not turned up at school this morning and it's your fault.
What d'you mean?
You were meant to pick her up from school yesterday for a sleepover
but you gave me the day off.
Alright, well, w-why didn't she just call you?
I dropped my phone, remember? You told me to switch it off.
Shit.
Been gone all night, Mum.
It's al... it's OK, calm down, love. It's not your fault.
I know that.
I wrote it in the calendar like you told me to.
It's your fault, Mum!
You forgot again!
- Um... - I've gotta go.
Sal?
Fuck.
Shit.
Please, please, please be OK.
Stupid.
Stupid, stupid, stupid cow.
- DC Joanne Aspinall. - Come in.
Hi.
Just through here.
- What can I do? - You've done enough.
If you'd picked her up last night, she'd be here right now.
Yeah, sorry.
Apologising doesn't make it alright.
- I know. - Seriously, who forgets a sleepover?
What kind of mother are you?
Please. Please, just...
help me find her.