(SOLEMN VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYING)
(BRAKES SQUEAKING)
(CAR UNLOCKS)
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
(PIGEONS COOING)
(BIRD RATTLES)
(BIRD RATTLES AGAIN)
(BREATH TREMBLING)
p*nsy: Moses!
Put on the kettle for me,
and don't fill it up too much,
one cup, not eight.
It's a waste.
Mum, I'll see you in a bit.
Where d'you think
you're going?
-Out.
-Where out?
For a walk.
How many times
do I have to tell you?
People are going to accuse you
of loitering with intent.
Don't call me, if you get
picked up by the police,
I won't be coming to
bail you out.
My family's never been
in trouble with the law,
we hold up our heads.
(DOOR CLOSES)
And make sure
you shut the door properly!
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SOLEMN VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYING)
All right?
VIRGIL: Wait.
-Clear your end?
-Yeah, yeah.
-Okay?
-Yeah. Cool.
(CURTLEY GRUNTS)
(VIRGIL EXHALES)
Nice day, innit?
(BOY LAUGHS)
(STUDENTS TALKING
INDISTINCTLY NEARBY)
What's this?
My banana.
I can't believe you're willing
to lie there,
rotting your life away.
Don't you have any hopes
or dreams?
What are your ambitions?
This place is a pigsty.
Look at it!
Dirty socks,
chocolate wrappers, spoon!
How many times
do I have to tell you
to not bring food stuff
up here?
Toilet paper?
What you doing with
toilet paper in your bedroom?
Moses Kingsley Deacon.
I am not your servant.
WOMAN: (ON TV)
There's a healthy
selection of properties
on the market in Cabo Roig,
and depending
on the amount of work needed,
three-beds here can start
from around 106,000.
We found a recently renovated
option,
a 30-minute walk to the sea,
with great space
for their dog, Penelope.
What do you think
of the neighborhood?
WOMAN 2: Lovely. Lovely.
MAN: Nice and quiet.
MAN: Very peaceful.
WOMAN 2: Nice and clean,
isn't it?
(COOING)
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
-p*nsy: Curtley?
-Yeah.
(SIGHS IN EXASPERATION)
(SIGHS)
-You good?
-Nah!
What's that?
Where you going?
CURTLEY:
Where do you think I'm going?
I know exactly
where you're going.
You're going out there into
that godforsaken wilderness.
Digging about in
your useless bits and pieces
in that rat-infested hovel
of yours.
Stepping
in disgusting squirrel doo-doo
and rancid bird droppings
so you can traipse 'em back in
through onto my kitchen floor.
Why you still got shoes on?
I'm going straight out.
-p*nsy: So?
-So what?
You expect me
to take them off, put them on,
take them off
and put them on again?
Yes, of course!
I've told you a million times.
(SUCKS TEETH
DISAPPROVINGLY)
Curtley!
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Don't leave the door open,
I don't want
bloody filthy pigeons
coming in here scavenging.
Useless!
(GRUNTS)
(DOOR OPENS)
You all right?
Yeah.
CURTLEY: You been out today?
Yeah.
Where'd you go?
(DOOR CLOSES)
You can't go in or out
of a supermarket
without being harassed
by those grinning,
cheerful charity workers
begging you for money
for their stupid causes.
Why they gotta
skin their teeth like that?
Cheerful, grinning people.
I can't stand 'em.
Loitering out there,
demanding
your hard-earned cash.
It's a scam.
They're scamming people.
Can't trust them.
They want your phone number,
your email.
I asked one of them.
I said, "Why do you
want my postcode?
"I might as well just give you
my front door key
"so you can bruk into
my house, tief out my things,
"and k*ll my only child."
And nobody calls the police
on them.
Police wouldn't come anyway.
They're too busy
harassing Black boys walking.
And him round the corner
with that dog.
Got it dressed up
in a red coat
and green booties.
Why's the dog got on a coat?
It's got fur, innit?
(SUCKS TEETH) It must
be sweating under there.
Stinking.
That's cruelty to animals,
that is,
putting it under
all that plastic.
I've got a mind to report him
to the NSPCG
or whatever they call 'em.
And her, over there,
with that fat baby.
Cold. Cold. Cold.
And she's walking up
and down the street
with nothing but a big pink
bow on its bald head,
so everybody can tell
it's a girl.
Like I care.
Parading it around
in the little outfit,
not dressed for the weather,
nah,
with pockets.
What's a baby got pockets for?
What's it going to keep
in its pocket?
A knife? It's ridiculous.
-It's the RSPCA, Mum.
-What?
The Royal Society
for the Prevention
of Cruelty to Animals.
I know! I'm not stupid.
Anyway...
When we gonna replace
that bruk-down sofa in there?
Eh?
-(BLOW-DRYER HUMMING)
-Look here.
-CHANTELLE: Mm-hmm.
-Hm? And look... look in here.
And round there.
What am I looking at?
Grey, grey, grey, grey.
Ashman grey.
(CHUCKLING) You not have
no grey.
(CHUCKLING) Oh, that man
gave me so much stress.
And, you know,
he don't have one grey hair
-'pon him head. Not one. Hm.
-Hm.
People see him on road,
they say, "Oh, Ashman,
"you look so young."
(GRUMBLING) Him love that.
-You know how him vain.
-Mm-hmm.
Stupid old fool.
Nobody knows the trouble I see
because I don't show it,
you know?
-You look good.
-Oh, thank you, my darling.
-Mm-hmm.
-I just get on with it,
you know? That's me.
There are certain battles
that I've just got to leave,
d'you know? I gotta choose
my battles wisely.
No, that's one
you need to pick.
Mm-hmm.
You come from
your night shift?
Oh, long night.
(INHALES SHAKILY) Midnight,
my patient started travelling,
and by 2:00 a.m.,
she pass over.
-(SYMPATHETICALLY) Oh, no.
-So sad. Lovely woman.
Touch of the dementia,
you know.
No family?
One son. In New York.
-Mm-hmm.
-Apparently, he too busy
-to travel. Mm-hmm.
-No.
-People are wicked.
-Wicked.
They don't know
how lucky they are.
Thank you. They do not know.
Eh? Oh, stress, stress,
stress, stress.
Ashman says I stress too much.
-Mm-hmm.
-He don't stress at all,
you know?
'Cause when he go to bed
he sleep like a baby.
-(CHUCKLES)
-That's why his hair
is still black.
Although,
it could be hereditary
because his father
never went grey until what?
-He was in his 80s. Mm, mm.
-CHANTELLE: Mm-hmm.
Had one of my dreams again.
Hm.
-Is it?
-Mark it.
I see Ashman stand up
in some clear water.
When you look down,
you can see him foot,
and you see the fishes,
as they swim through.
Swim through.
-Him do it again?
-Again.
WOMAN: Hmm.
Baby-mother number three.
Half Greek, half Nigerian.
Live in Peckham.
-CHANTELLE: Hmm.
-My Lord.
At this stage of his life?
You see how you're quiet?
(ALL LAUGHING)
Big people talking over here!
HAIRDRESSER:
As we were saying...
-CHANTELLE: Hm.
-(SIGHS)
(HAIRDRESSER
TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(SNIFFLES) When I leave
that man, you see,
his head going to spin.
Don't make him bruk you up,
you know.
WOMAN: Bruk who?
After all I been through
with that dirty brute?
No, sir.
I still standing, sister.
-CHANTELLE: Mm-hmm.
-I still standing.
What you think,
I couldn't meet somebody new?
-Of course. (SUCKS TEETH)
-WOMAN: Come on.
Hm.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING
INDISTINCTLY ON SPEAKERS)
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(WOMAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
-Get off. Ha!
-KAYLA: What you gonna do?
(KAYLA AND ALEISHA EXCLAIM)
(BOTH LAUGH LOUDLY)
KAYLA: (LAUGHING) You idiot.
-Go on. Come on.
-(LAUGHING) You idiot!
-KAYLA: Come on, get...
-(ALEISHA CONTINUES LAUGHING)
KAYLA: Do... do it.
-ALEISHA: Get off!
-(KAYLA LAUGHING)
ALEISHA: Get off.
Here, girl, come on.
KAYLA: Come on,
please, please.
-Please, man.
-ALEISHA: Get off.
-(BOTH LAUGHING)
-Move.
-No!
-Move.
-(ALEISHA GASPS PLAYFULLY)
-(CHANTELLE LAUGHING)
Don't sit there, man.
So you go out partying
last night?
-Hm, hm.
-Who?
Your friend behind you.
-Where?
-You, innit?
(ALEISHA AND CHANTELLE
LAUGHING)
CHANTELLE:
What time you get in?
I don't know, like one...
two, three.
-Eh?
-Four, five, six?
-I thought you got in earlier.
-KAYLA: (LAUGHS) No!
Your door was closed at 2:30.
Yeah, I closed it.
CHANTELLE: Oh, you closed it?
ALEISHA: Eh?
Yes, I closed it,
all by myself.
(CHANTELLE LAUGHS)
Okay. Where you go?
Hmm... Brixton.
Hmm. Brighton.
-Hmm, Birmingham.
-(ALL LAUGHING)
-Where did you go?
-KAYLA: Brixton.
-Right, who with?
-Zara.
-ALEISHA: (SKEPTICALLY) Hmm...
-CHANTELLE: Is it?
-Yes!
-(LAUGHING)
(KAYLA AND ALEISHA LAUGH)
-Is it just Zara?
-Yes, just Zara.
ALEISHA: Wasn't Theo there?
Who's Theo?
-I don't know any Theo.
-(ALEISHA GIGGLING)
-CHANTELLE: Uh-huh.
-(ALL LAUGHING)
I think I know a Theo
that lives in Walthamstow.
Oh, you mean that Theo.
-ALEISHA: Hmm! Hmm!
-Ooh, hmm!
(BOTH MAKING SKEPTICAL SOUNDS)
Uh, yes, he was there.
(LAUGHING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
What does his flat look like?
-KAYLA: Oh, shut up, man.
-(SUCKS TEETH DISAPPROVINGLY)
-It was a good night, though.
-CHANTELLE: Hmm?
They were playing Bashment.
-ALEISHA: Bashment?
-Eh, Bashment!
All them men
whining up on you.
-(ALL HARMONIZING)
-(LAUGHING)
You should go.
I can't do that nonsense
any more.
What are you talking about?
I've seen you whining up
yourself in the kitchen.
-(LAUGHING)
-(HARMONIZING)
(KAYLA JOINING IN)
(CHANTELLE HARMONIZES ALONG)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Fools.
ALEISHA: That is on you.
KAYLA: I forget. Let me see.
KAYLA: (HARMONIZING) Yeah!
(ALEISHA AND KAYLA
RESUME HARMONISING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
ALEISHA: It's attacking
you now, it's attacking!
KAYLA: She's still got it.
You've still got it.
Show me where it's tight.
At the back.
Look, it's all red.
The scalp's not red.
It's flaky
where you're scratching it.
Because it's too tight!
-Are you drinking water?
-Of course I'm drinking water.
What's that got to do with it?
Keep your skin hydrated.
I'm hydrated enough!
(SIGHS) Anybody would think
you were trying
to pull me brains out.
Ah! That's attached
to my head, you know.
I know, 'cause I put it there
myself.
Boy, you really know
how to administer punishment.
You should've been
a prison warden.
Hmm.
I hope you don't rough up
the customers like that.
CHANTELLE:
Nah, 'cause they pay me.
-Ah, the money thing again!
-(LAUGHS)
You should treat your family
like how you treat strangers.
Wash that plate.
(MOSES SIGHS)
-(WATER SPLASHING)
-Look at him.
Keep still.
22-year-old man
and he's still eating
peanut butter
-and jam sandwiches.
-(MOSES STOMPING UPSTAIRS)
I talk to him until I'm tired.
I say, "Moses, what are you
doing with your life?
"Where do you see yourself
in 25 years' time?"
-(DOOR CLOSES)
-I'm sick of it.
Do you want me to talk to him?
And say what?
I dunno,
just see if I can help him.
What, you trying to insinuate
yourself into my family?
-Insinuate how?
-You wouldn't like it
if I talked to your girls
like that.
(SCOFFING) And said what?
"Why you going out
exposing your belly
"to the world?
"What you doing dressed up
"in a squeeze-up,
tie-top yoga pants
"and you're not even
in the gym?"
-You wouldn't like it.
-(LAUGHING)
You wouldn't like it at all.
Some sisters are close,
you know.
Some sisters confide
in each other.
You can confide in me.
Nah. If I don't call you,
you don't call me.
-I call you.
-Nah.
I have to call you,
and say, "Oh, Chantelle,
my hair needs doing.
"Oh, Chantelle,
me back is hurting,
"can you pick me up
"a couple of things
from Kilburn?"
I call you!
Eh, put down them scissors.
You're getting aggressive.
I'm going up the cemetery
on Sunday.
You coming?
You know
I've got health issues.
I can't plan anything.
I've got to take it one day
at a time.
It's Mother's Day.
Well, I wouldn't know.
They don't celebrate
Mother's Day in this house.
I can't tell you,
the last time
I got a Mother's Day card.
Moses must have been
about five,
teacher made him
paint something
and bring it home.
They probably expect me
to get up early
and make Mother's Day
breakfast for them.
It's been five years,
you know.
p*nsy: Five years.
When people die, they die.
You've got to move on.
You can't drag the dead
with you forever.
I don't want to be held back
by the shadow of Pearl.
She enjoyed her life.
Yeah, well, at least she did.
So I'm going to pick you up.
I'm not confirming anything,
I might not feel up to mark.
I might spend the day
lying in bed.
Eh! Is it? Who with?
Do you always have
to sink so low?
You're so crude.
When are you gonna
settle down?
Why? You have somebody for me?
Yes. Jesus!
(LAUGHING)
At least he was a single man.
You see, you take everything
and make joke.
Everything's party hearty,
sweating up yourself in disco.
Disco? I can hardly stand up
after a day at work.
-I'm 53!
-Tell me about it!
I'm up and down these stairs
all day long,
scrubbing out
their filthy toilet bowls.
Do you want to come
to the flat after?
p*nsy: What for?
You having a function?
Well, it will be a function
if you're there, innit?
How many people you inviting?
No one. Just you and Curtley.
And Moses.
The girls would like to see
their cousin.
I blame Curtley.
He should have been
training up Moses
from he was small,
to learn the trade
so he could take over
the business.
Every time I mention it,
you know what he tell me?
Yeah. "He can hardly tie
his own shoelace."
Yes! Imagine talking like that
about your own child.
Hm.
Meanwhile, poor little Moses
is stuck indoors
while his father is working
side by side
with that imbecile, Virgil.
Doesn't even know
how to make eye contact.
Can't string
two sentences together.
-Fool!
-(CHUCKLES)
VIRGIL: Just me.
CURTLEY: Yeah. You get it?
Yeah. (EXHALES)
You got the time?
You got a watch, innit?
At the third stroke, the time
will be 9:31 and 17 seconds.
You owe me 5.
-For what?
-The time.
I just sold it to you.
(CURTLEY SUCKS TEETH)
How much would
you charge, then?
-What for? The time?
-Yeah.
-To you?
-Yeah.
-100 quid.
-(SUCKS TEETH)
There's a woman who did it.
-Did what?
-Sold time.
-Yeah?
-Yeah, in the 1890s.
Ruth Belville.
And she was still doing it
during the Second World w*r.
-CURTLEY: For real?
-Every Monday,
she'd go
to the Greenwich Observatory,
look at the clock
and set her pocket watch.
Then she'd walk around London
all day
selling the time to people.
How much she charge?
VIRGIL: We don't know.
It's a mystery.
Her dad did it.
And her mum.
-Family business.
-VIRGIL: Hmm.
You can't buy time.
CURTLEY: True that.
You can't sell it either.
Oh, my gosh,
it's amazing, babe.
(GIGGLING EXCITEDLY)
-It's so lush.
-(SIGHS)
Mmm.
Uh, babe, stop, stop.
Uh, feet off!
-It's fine. (GASPS)
-Excuse me?
Hey, you all right?
Are you going to purchase
this sofa?
-(LAUGHING)
-So what if we are?
Gyrating all over the place,
perspiring up
-in the cushions.
-(LAUGHS) What?
Someone else might
wanna buy it.
Are you going to buy it?
No, I'm not.
I don't wanna take your DNA
home with me,
-thank you very much.
-(LAUGHING)
(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)
Hi.
Can I help with anything
today?
No.
Just browsing?
I'm looking for a sofa.
Ah. (CHUCKLES) Well,
you're in the right place.
We've got loads.
We've also got chairs,
recliners, footstools, tables.
Love seats.
Listen, I'm more than capable
of looking for a sofa.
I can walk.
I know I have to sit down,
stand up, lie down,
see if it's comfortable.
I'm not an invalid.
I wasn't suggesting
you were an invalid.
So what are you standing
there for?
I'm just trying to be helpful.
Well, I don't need your help.
Okay.
Look,
I'm just trying to do my job.
No, you're not.
You're harassing me.
Why don't you go
and show off for someone else,
share your expertise?
To be honest,
I don't really like your tone.
I don't like your face.
Why'd you put on
so much makeup?
-What?
-What if it comes off
on all the furniture?
Selfish.
Yeah. Okay, now
you're just getting personal.
Are you threatening me?
(SCOFFS) Excuse me?
Are you threatening me?
I'm just trying to do my job,
and I'm saying
you're being rude.
Right.
Accusing, harassing...
-(SCOFFING)
-...intimidating, insulting.
Where's the manager?
Oh, would you like to speak
to my manager?
Yes, I would.
Okay, one second.
I'll just go and get her.
Make yourself comfortable.
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXHALES)
Darling, are you leaving?
Hello?
(TOOTS HORN)
(REGGAE MUSIC
PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)
Hello, darling,
are you leaving?
Hello!
(GROWLING) Oh!
Hey, babes.
Just wondering,
are you leaving?
Hello?
MAN: I'm talking to ya.
Who you talking to?
I'm talking to you.
I'm just wondering,
are you leaving?
Only I've been driving round
this car park
for the last 20 minutes
trying to find a space,
and you're the only person
behind the wheel.
And I was wondering,
are you leaving anytime soon?
This car's stationary.
I know it's stationary.
Any chance of you making it
un-f*cking stationary?
Don't swear at me.
-What's with the agg?
-p*nsy: Hey.
Lower your chest.
Puffing it up
like you wanna fight me.
How about you
wind your jaw in?
What? Are you on day release
from the madhouse?
Madhouse? I'll give you
f*cking madhouse!
You see this car park?
This used to be my school.
I'm from round here.
All right?
b*tch!
Nutter!
And I bet you ain't got
no f*cking fella either!
Yeah, and your ba*ls
are so backed up,
you've got sperm
in your brain!
Yeah, and none of it
is for you, you barren b*tch!
(TIRES SCREECH)
(SCOFFS)
-So I'm finding every time...
-CHANTELLE: Hmm.
...I call up for a cab,
I'm getting the same driver.
Number 29. It's the same guy.
And you know I like to go
shopping twice a week.
Hm. Wednesday afternoon
and Friday night.
Friday the big shop,
because the kids give me
a bit of money
to get a few extras.
-So they should.
-Well, they're working now.
Well, apart from Marvin.
Hm. What's he's like?
-Who?
-The cab man.
Oh, he's all right, you know.
Yeah,
we have adult conversation
-about politics and that.
-Hm.
And guess what?
He always takes my bags
into the house for me.
-Is it?
-Mm.
Anyway, a few weeks
before lockdown,
I'm not feeling well.
And I've got a bit of anxiety
going on.
-I don't want to go out.
-Mm-hmm.
You know what? It was
probably Covid, you know?
You know what? A lot of people
probably had Covid...
-And didn't even know.
-No.
Yeah, so I'm in my yard.
Yeah? Got my headscarf on,
my T-shirt is all bite
and tear-up.
(LAUGHS)
SHARON: And the doorbell goes.
And you know I don't like
people coming round
unannounced.
So I fling open the door.
Guess who's standing there?
And it's the same guy.
I'm like, "What the raas
you doing here?
"This is so unprofessional.
"Are you stalking me or what?"
He's, like, "Oh,
I haven't seen you
"for a couple of weeks.
"I was worried about you.
"Do you want anything?"
So I said, "Yeah, go
and get me a packet of f*gs."
Is that all you asked him for?
Yeah, I couldn't be bothered
to go out.
Well, he got the f*gs.
Didn't even ask
for the money back.
Hm. What's he look like?
Oh, he's Black,
but he's got something else
going on.
Mmm. Mmm.
And where's he taking you
tonight?
SHARON: Oh, I dunno.
Some Turkish place,
which I don't mind.
'Cause you know
I'm not into them lemongrass,
ginger, coconut mix-up ting
and raw fish.
And the Turkish people,
them season up
-their meat good.
-Good.
(LAUGHING) It's nice.
What you wearing?
I dunno.
He only asked on Friday.
Which is why I had to beg you
to squeeze me in.
I ain't wearing nothing
too clingy,
don't want him
to get any ideas.
Give him ideas, yes.
I've already got six kids,
thank you very much.
(LAUGHS)
I'm thinking about something
off the shoulder...
-Hm.
-...accentuate the good bits,
and then skim over the rest.
Hide a multitude of sins.
Is there sin in there?
-No, just a big belly.
-(CHUCKLES)
And I've got these shoes,
-nice little kitten heels,
-Mm-hmm.
-Still in the box.
-Mm.
Chantelle, d'you mind
if I pop out for a quick f*g?
-Sharon, man, hurry up!
-I won't be long.
I've got a next appointment.
Smoker's break.
(LAUGHS)
(HAIRDRESSER AND CLIENKEEP CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)
(LINE RINGING)
(CELLPHONE VIBRATING)
What?
-Hello?
-Who is it?
It's your bloody sister.
Who'd you think it is?
What d'you want? I'm busy.
I'm in the middle
of something.
CHANTELLE: Am I seeing you?
What?
On Sunday at the cemetery,
you coming?
p*nsy: I don't know!
I said I'd confirm!
Well, confirm now, innit?
I'll confirm when I confirm,
I'm not confirming.
I'll call you back.
-(DIAL TONE BEEPS)
-Hello?
(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SUCKS TEETH)
Look at you.
Fix your face!
Sitting there like a ghost.
You're dealing
with the public.
Handling people's food.
Leave the girl alone!
She's only doing her job!
-Who you talking to?
-I'm talking to you!
-Mind your business!
-It is my business!
I'm running late,
I've got a new client.
Your gentlemen client's
not my problem.
You better mind me
no lick down what me no see.
Oh, hush up your mouth.
Spitting all over the place.
Yes. And I would spit on you.
Yeah, listen,
you better back way!
Stop!
Please.
And you can pipe down and all.
Standing there
like an ostrich.
-Oh, shut up!
-Don't tell me to shut up!
I am telling you to shut up!
You shut yourself
up with a burger,
you look like
a piece of string.
-Well, thanks very much.
-Yeah, you're welcome.
-Hallelujah!
-And that one down there...
-I just need to finish these.
-CUSTOMER 2: Just go! Move!
-Get on with it!
-I don't know who the hell
she thinks she is,
coming in here
all hoity-toity.
-Move! Pay the girl and move!
-Can you just scan them?
I literally can't until the
card payment's gone through.
CUSTOMER 2:
What are you doing?
You should be ashamed, much
less you're telling people.
-Do you know what?
-Oh, my God.
Shut your big, fat cakehole.
You see, you're uncouth.
You don't have no bring-upsy.
You don't have any manners.
CUSTOMER 2:
I do have bring-upsy.
It's a nice scent.
It's good, isn't it?
Well, I am super excited
about this.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
So.
Oh, do you
want me to continue?
That's what we're here for.
Okay. (CHUCKLING)
Okay, so, erm...
Looking at the market,
there is a real...
It is quite tacky, though,
don't you think?
Maybe, probably.
We can look at how we can...
Yeah, it is.
Go on, Kayla.
Erm, there's a huge trend
in the market
at the moment
for "free-from's".
-100%.
-All the brands are doing it.
Alcohol-free, silicone-free,
sulphate-free...
Which we've been doing,
like, forever.
(CHUCKLES)
Er, yes.
But what I'm proposing
is that Melo leads with
"coconut-free".
-Coconut?
-KAYLA: Yeah.
The...
Go on.
KAYLA: Nobody else
in the market's doing it.
And we know that coconut oil
is comedogenic,
it blocks pores,
it's irritating.
So if Melo were to lead
with a coconut-free line,
we would be the destination
for sensitive skin consumers.
Yeah, hang on a second.
Hang on.
So what you're saying
is that we would be marketing
exactly the same product,
but its USP would be that
we're taking out the coconut?
-Right?
-MAN: Why don't we have
a look at
the brilliant research
that Kayla's been doing
on this subject?
NICOLE: You know, I'm not
doubting Kayla's abilities.
Go on, Kayla.
MAN: You've got great numbers.
KAYLA: Yeah, so, erm,
15% of customers
are already looking
for coconut-free products.
Yes, very low percentage.
MAN: Of a very big market.
NICOLE: Yeah, I know, I know.
There's been, like, loads
of bullshit research
into coconut,
but there's a reason
nobody's doing it, right?
Why don't we have a look
at the focus groups?
Sure.
Okay.
So, we tested the new formula
with a focus group,
73% of customers saw results.
-In four weeks.
-In four weeks.
Well, how do they know that
that was because
we took out the coconut?
Well, we tested
the previous formula,
and only
50% of customers saw results,
in eight weeks,
so this formula
has much stronger claims.
This is really disappointing,
Kayla.
I've given you
a fabulous opportunity here.
Given you all the resources,
and this is what
you turn up with.
You shat on coconut.
(SIGHS)
I understand that, Nicole,
but I really do believe
that coconut-free is a strong
proposition for Melo.
Listen, we won't be leading
with coconut free.
-(NOTIFICATION BEEPS)
-NICOLE: It's a non-starter.
Okay? I'm sorry.
NICOLE: Oh, did you book
somewhere for tonight
or should we just go
next door?
I think next door's fine.
Great.
Oh, well done, Kayla.
(SIGHS)
-(DOOR CLOSES)
-Don't let it knock you.
You're doing great.
Thanks.
(SIGHS)
-SUPERVISOR: Aleisha.
-Oh, hello.
-Have you got a minute?
-Yes.
(SUPERVISOR SIGHS)
It's about the Day Rider case.
Okay. Is there a problem?
No, but yes.
(CHUCKLES)
What templates
have you been using,
when you've been
sending out the letters
to the Wolf Peck legal team?
Erm, the same ones I was using
when I was working
within Orange.
Right? Okay, that makes sense.
So...
I make sure to go through
all of the different documents
to make sure
our terms and conditions
are up to legal precedent.
-Mm-hmm.
-Unfortunately,
not all the other color teams
do the same as I've done.
Okay.
And so what seems to have
happened is some documents
have been sent out
to the Wolf Peck legal team,
and they've pulled us up
on the fact
that the writing
is not strictly legal.
-Okay. Mm-hmm.
-SUPERVISOR: This is on us,
but I'm going to need you
to go through
all the correspondence.
And update the wording
on them.
-Okay.
-And send it back
to both parties, I'm afraid.
Yeah. Yeah.
Do you want me to get started
on the case files
and the binders as well?
SUPERVISOR: Yes, please.
If you can shred everything
-that we've got.
-Yes.
SUPERVISOR:
Bring it up to legal standard.
And then if you can send it
to both parties again
-so that we just have...
-Yeah.
...no, you know, issue.
-But of course.
-Thank you.
-I'm sorry.
-No, no, honestly,
-this is on us.
-Okay.
-Thanks for that.
-Thank you.
(SIGHS)
-(LAUGHS) I'm sorry...
-(LAUGHS)
...but why are you
making excuses for Josh?
-No, I'm not.
-Yes, you are.
-I'm not.
-I think you are.
I'm definitely not.
I'm just doing my job.
Is it 'cause you think
he's buff?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
-No, I don't. No, I don't!
-Yes, you do.
-Leisha.
-No, I don't.
You shouldn't let people
walk all over you, man.
-(GROANS) Kayla!
-Like my girl,
what's her name?
-Nadia? I do, I tell her.
-Mm.
Tell her, "You've had
two Aperol spritzes..."
-(SIGHS)
-"...one porn star martini,
"one tequila shot,
"three gin and tonics,
you pay for them."
I do, I tell her, but she
makes all these excuses.
She goes off to the toilet
or she's got to call her mum.
She's been like that
since school.
She's... she's tight.
-That's how she is.
-Hmm?
(MIMICKING ALEISHA)
"She's tight.
-"That's how she is."
-(GROANS)
(KAYLA LAUGHS)
So, who's paying for these,
then?
-You? (LAUGHS)
-(LAUGHS)
-You're annoying.
-(CHUCKLES)
Hmm.
-Anyway...
-Mm-hmm?
How was today? How did it go?
Yeah, it was good.
-Really?
-Yeah, it went really well.
-Er, great.
-(LAUGHS)
Hello?
-Cheers. Well done.
-Cheers.
Thank you. Thanks.
So what did Nicole say?
She said she thought
it was an interesting concept.
-Nice.
-She said
I did a really good job
and she's going to think
about it.
-Great.
-Yeah.
Andreas is happy.
Everyone's happy.
(CHUCKLES)
-Kay, well done.
-Thanks.
(DOOR OPENS)
No!
What's wrong with you?
Are you okay?
Is that it?
No, I'm not okay!
Flipping heck.
I was just trying
to get a bit of sleep.
Christ.
-It's 25 past six.
-25 past six.
I've been up since
four o'clock in the morning
listening to you
snoring your brains out.
I thought you were
gonna swallow yourself.
25 past six!
The kitchen's a mess.
Then go and clear it up.
Hovering over me like a ghost.
I've been harassed
by people all day.
A man tried to k*ll me.
-What?
-In a car park.
He could have had a knife.
What happened?
How can I pick up a sofa
with my two bare hands?
Trashy girl
trying to accuse me
of tiefing a sofa.
Customer service is dead.
You can't get customer service
no more.
They're all stupid.
"It's a queue.
"You're supposed to wait."
Telling me to hurry up.
Telling me to cheer up.
"Cheer up yourself
with your fat-faced baby.
"Mind your own business.
"You don't know
what's going on with me.
"I could be suffering
"from a terminal disease,
for all you know.
"You don't know my suffering.
"You don't know my pain.
"Go and cheer your husband up,
"put a smile on his face
for a change.
People should be allowed
to make their own decisions
in their own time.
I'm a sick woman.
I can't just jump up
and go wherever
you want me to go.
Go grieve.
Fling yourself down
at graveside,
bawl your guts out,
put down flowers,
but don't try
and hijack my grief,
I'm sick to death of it!
Are you gonna cook dinner?
No, Curtley,
I am not going to cook dinner.
If you want dinner,
cook it yourself.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
Is that chicken?
What's it look like?
p*nsy: Disgusting.
You know I can't stand it
in the house.
My mother used to force me
to eat it.
Yeah, we know.
She used to stand over me.
Chicken, turkey, duck,
cow foot, fish head.
Liver. Bully beef.
Pig tail, tripe.
Moses, don't forget
to double bag it
and put it outside.
Did you pick up anything
for me?
I thought you was gonna sleep.
I'm not well, Curtley.
I'm a sick woman.
I got chronic migraine
ringing in my ears.
Stiff jaw.
My teeth are k*lling me.
I've got muscle aches, spasms.
My belly's running.
Anyway, I've got a doctor's
appointment tomorrow.
Thank God. I'm going to
the dentist as well.
Hopefully, I'll get some
straight answers for a change.
-Whoa! My God!
-What?
-Curtley, there's a fox!
-What?
-A fox! Get it out.
-CURTLEY: Eh?
Oh! There's a fox!
-What?
-Ooh! Curtley, get him!
Shut the door.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Curtley!
Look at him staring at me.
Curtley, move it.
Get it in the other garden!
Whoa! Curtley!
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
Curtley!
Get it away from the house!
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Hi, p*nsy Deacon?
Mrs. Deacon to you.
Who are you?
Mrs. Deacon,
I'm Dr. Rosie Bolt.
Where's Dr. Goldberg?
I'm afraid he's had to go
to a funeral.
Who's dead? Where?
I believe a close relative
in Israel.
Why's he bothering
with the dead
when he's got the living
suffering here?
Would you like to come in
for a chat?
No.
Or we can arrange for
another appointment for you
when Dr. Goldberg's back.
Do you know how long
I waited for this appointment?
Two weeks.
Only to get a mouse
with glasses
squeaking at me. (SUCKS TEETH)
Thank you.
-You coming in?
-I'm going to have to.
I've got no choice.
I'm in pain.
Come on in, then.
-You okay?
-No, I'm not okay.
I'm at the doctor's.
I wouldn't be here
if I was okay.
We're just going to listen
to your heart
-and feel your pulse.
-What for?
Because you have a prior
history of heart palpitations.
I already told you,
it's not tumping,
you're not going
to hear anything.
So do you not want me
to examine you?
No, it's a waste of time.
I want you to get
to the heart of the matter.
-Me head.
-Fair enough.
Want to lie back?
What am I lying back for?
-So I can feel your stomach.
-Get on with it, then.
I haven't got all day.
Does it feel all right
at the moment?
Gurgling.
Right, let me know if it hurts
when I touch it.
I will.
No.
No.
-Tender.
-Are you a smoker?
-No.
-Drink?
-No, I don't drink.
-Take caffeine?
I have me three cups of coffee
in the morning,
one in the afternoon
with my programs,
and sometimes
I take a little espresso,
in the evenings after dinner.
Have you ever thought
about cutting back
on your caffeine intake?
How long have you been
a doctor?
Five years.
That's not long, is it?
Also six years at med school.
Yeah, well,
you was a student longer
than you've been a doctor.
This all feels okay,
it's soft, as it should be.
Are you simple?
Of course it's soft.
There ain't nothing in it.
I told you already.
I was on the toilet for ages
this morning.
I thought me brains
was going to come out.
Right.
-(HUFFS, SUCKS TEETH)
-That's the end
of your examination.
You can put your coat back on.
D'you know what?
You ain't got no finesse.
Whatever you can say
about Dr. Goldberg,
he's got good bedside manner.
He knows
how to talk to patients.
That's something
they can't teach
at your student medical
university place.
No blood tests.
No urine sample.
It's unacceptable.
DENTIST: Mrs. Deacon,
could you put these
safety specs
on for us, please?
-Are they new?
-DENTIST: No.
But we do disinfect them
between every patient.
Your clean's not my clean.
DENTIST: I can assure you
they're clean.
I'd wear them myself
if I could.
I'm not wearing these.
Okay, Mrs. Deacon.
Chin up to the sky
and open wide.
Yeah, I know.
I've been here before.
I know, I know you have.
How could I forget?
Lovely.
Wow, you've been
doing a great job
at keeping your teeth clean.
I know how to look
after myself,
thank you very much.
I'm a clean person.
DENTIST: I know. I'm sure.
I'm sure you are.
Lovely.
Ow! What are you doing?
Mrs. Deacon,
this is only a dental probe.
Yeah, I know.
We use it to measure
your gums.
You don't have to stab
people with it, Christ.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Deacon.
My jaw's k*lling me
enough as it is.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
-Crikey!
-Let's have a look at it.
-Shall we?
-(WINCES) No!
Yes.
-DENTIST: Oh, does it hurt?
-Yes.
And what about here?
-Is that painful?
-Ow!
Listen, it hurts.
It hurts when I talk.
It hurts when I eat.
It hurts when I drink.
It hurts when I laugh.
It hurts, all right?
Mrs. Deacon, would you like me
to continue
with this dental check-up?
Of course!
But on the proviso
that you understand
that you've got a living,
breathing, human being
in your hands.
You're not washing up
the dishes.
Of course. Of course not.
I promise to be as gentle
as I possibly can.
Good.
And don't patronize me.
I'm not a child.
DENTIST: Okay, then.
Lovely.
Ow! It's t*rture.
25.80!
It's unacceptable.
Mrs. Deacon,
if you are not satisfied
with the service
of this dental practice,
you are very welcome
to find a new dentist.
Yeah, I will.
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTH TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
What d'you mean,
drinking water?
-f*ck that, bro.
-Hey, get off me, bro!
Hey, do that thing for me,
you know.
Hey, bro. Hey, listen. Look.
Hey, there's Chunks!
-What? Hey, Mo!
-Hey, hey, hey, Moses!
Hey, Moses!
Hey, bro, what's up?
Can't hear me
when I'm talking to you, bro?
-These are nice, bro.
-What's wrong with you?
-What you saying, bro?
-Where you going, bro?
-I'm just going for a walk.
-Going for a what?
-Chill, chill, chill.
-What, exercise?
f*cking hell, blud.
Hey, they make double doors
for brothers like you, innit?
(BOY 2 LAUGHS)
Hey, look up at me
when I'm talking to you, bro.
Have some manners.
-Hey, easy, easy, bruv, easy.
-What the f*ck is wrong
with you, blud?
-What you looking so sad for?
-Yeah, relax, man.
What, they ran out of burgers?
(LAUGHING) 'Cause he ate
them all.
Look at him, bruv,
look at him.
f*cking hell, you know.
My man will never change, boy.
BOY 1: All right, stay safe,
big man. I mean, large man.
-Yeah?
-BOY 2: Take it easy, bro.
BOY 1:
Hey, don't cut your wrists!
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Your sister called me.
-Who?
-Chantelle.
I know who my sister is,
thank you very much.
What's she calling you for?
She wants to make sure
you're going cemetery.
We already talked about it.
Why are you inveigling up
yourself in my family?
It's none of your business.
She's asked all of us to come
over to her place afterwards.
I know! We discussed it.
This doesn't involve you.
If I don't want to go,
I won't.
If I do, I will.
Turn the light off.
You all right?
p*nsy: What are you
talking to her for?
She can't hear you.
The dead are dead.
And they know who to frighten.
We're just coming
to pay our respects.
And then we go.
I'm not spending
the whole afternoon here.
I used to have a bag
of stuff here,
but I think the foxes
got to it.
-Foxes?
-Yeah, foxes.
(p*nsy SIGHS)
Here.
I clean 24/7 and you want me
to come down here
and scrub down
my dead mother's tombstone?
p*nsy: They should have people
come round and do this,
the amount you have to pay
for a plot.
Tief.
You never paid for nuttin'.
Pearl paid for it herself.
Oh, Pearl, Pearl, Pearl.
Precious Pearl.
Pearl who can do no wrong.
Why are you so angry?
Well, how do you
want me to be?
I'm standing by
my dead mother's graveside.
Do you want me to be
skinning up my teeth
and cracking joke?
She's rotting
beneath our feet.
What do you...?
Just show some respect.
-Here.
-Oh! I'm not touching those.
You put 'em in.
They're supposed to be
from you.
She won't be able to tell
either way.
Your memory of Pearl
is not the same as mine.
You...
You had it easy.
You were the favorite.
You two thick as thieves,
ha-ha-ha, he-he-he-ing.
And where was p*nsy?
-She treated us both same way.
-No, she never.
She didn't support me.
Yes, she did.
No, she never.
I was good at maths.
I was good with numbers.
She didn't push me.
Even in death, she chose you.
I was the one
who had to go round there
and find her lyin' stiff
in the bed,
her two dead eyes
staring at me.
Accusing. Disappointed.
"Oh, p*nsy,
what's wrong with you?
"Why can't you go outside
and play?
"Why can't you make friends?
"Why can't you enjoy life?"
Why can't you enjoy life?
I don't know.
Haunted.
Haunted.
It's not fair.
I wish it was me
that found her. (SOBS)
I'm sorry.
(EXHALES)
She shouldn't have died
on her own.
-(p*nsy SIGHS)
-(SNIFFLES)
(p*nsy BREATHES HEAVILY)
I'm so tired.
I know.
I just want to lie down
and close my eyes.
I want it all to stop.
Let's go back to the flat.
No.
I wanna go home.
You're my only family,
you know.
I can't do this anymore.
I'm so scared.
I know.
They all hate me.
Curtley hates me.
Moses hates me.
The girls hate me.
You all hate me.
Nobody hates you.
We all love you.
I love you.
(p*nsy SOBBING)
I don't understand you.
But I love you.
(p*nsy EXHALES)
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(p*nsy AND CHANTELLE
TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
-(PANTING) Hey.
-CURTLEY: Yes, running girl!
-I'm sweating. (CHUCKLES)
-(CURTLEY CHUCKLES)
-You all right?
-Yeah, man.
(BOTH SIGH HAPPILY)
-You all right, Mo?
-ALEISHA: Hey, Uncle Curtley!
-Hey. You good?
-ALEISHA: Hey. Hey, Moses.
(KAYLA EXHALES)
(PLEASANT MUSIC PLAYING)
You all right?
(p*nsy BREATHES SHAKILY)
I'm not going to leave you
in the car, you know.
Come on.
Please.
All right. All right.
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(ELEVATOR BUTTON CLINKS)
You're not going to come up
in the lift, are you?
No.
You go on.
I'll see you up there.
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Mind the doors.
Going up.
Doors closing.
(PANTING)
(p*nsy SIGHS DEEPLY)
(LOCK CLICKING)
(KEYS JANGLING)
Chicken or fish?
-Uncle Curtley?
-Just chicken, please.
-Chicken and fish, yeah?
-You can have both,
-if you want.
-Just chicken, yeah.
-Just chicken? Are you sure?
-Yeah.
CURTLEY: Yes.
KAYLA:
You on a lean diet ting, yeah?
ALEISHA: Mm-mm.
KAYLA: You're taking
-after me. (LAUGHS)
-ALEISHA: Don't do it,
Uncle Curtley.
No, don't do it.
(ALEISHA AND KAYLA LAUGH)
KAYLA: You want rice and peas?
-KAYLA: Gravy?
-Uh, yeah.
KAYLA: Macaroni?
ALEISHA: You want
-mac and cheese?
-Everything, please.
Okay. All right.
Mm-hmm. Sweet potato?
Yes, please.
ALEISHA: Okay. Hm.
-I'm hungry, you know.
-KAYLA: I know, same.
-Plantain?
-Yes.
(TAPPING SPOON)
ALEISHA: We got to eat it
whilst it's hot.
KAYLA: Yeah.
Okay, here you go.
There you go.
And there's salad,
there's coleslaw.
I made the salad.
And Mum made the coleslaw,
so you know it bangs.
ALEISHA: Auntie p*nsy,
do you want me
to make you up a plate?
I can leave it for you
right here.
Don't want anything.
You sure?
KAYLA: Mum, you want
everything, yeah?
Later.
Huh?
I'll eat later.
Okay.
(PLATES CLATTERING)
KAYLA: You good?
MOSES: Yeah. Can I start?
KAYLA: Yeah, yeah, go for it.
Eat.
ALEISHA: So you just
making up a plate?
Yeah. No one else
wants anything.
Why are you not eating?
What's been happening?
(CHANTELLE SIGHS)
Has she upset you?
What's she been saying?
(CLICKS TONGUE) Mum.
She says that we hate her.
We don't hate her.
Of course, we don't hate her.
But look at her.
She's maddy-maddy.
We don't hate people.
I know we don't hate people.
But she makes everything
about her.
What about you?
Granny Pearl
was your mum, too.
I just think she's rude, man.
She's out of order.
You have to be kind to people
for them to be kind
back to you.
Am I not kind?
Boy!
(CHANTELLE EXHALES)
(CHANTELLE SIGHS)
-Come on.
-Hm.
-Go easy, Kay, yeah?
-Yes.
Okay, everybody.
Happy Mother's Day.
Happy Mother's Day!
-(BOTH LAUGH)
-Happy Mother's Day.
-Uncle Curtley...
-I love you, Mum.
-Happy Mother's Day.
-CHANTELLE: I love you.
-Happy Mother's Day, Moses.
-Happy Mother's Day, Auntie P.
-Leish. Clink.
-In the eyes.
BOTH: Happy Mother's Day!
Come on, it's bad luck.
Happy Mother's Day.
How's your people, Curtley?
How's your mum?
Okay, Moses Deacon,
here's a question for you.
Where exactly do you go
on your walks?
Anywhere.
Ah, anywhere.
-Right.
-You should come
on a walk with us!
Yeah,
we should all go together.
The three of us, yeah?
What about next weekend?
You think about it, all right?
Yeah?
Yeah.
Deal.
What's going on?
CURTLEY: I don't know.
Sit down.
Come on.
(p*nsy SIGHS)
I'm tired.
You want to lie down?
You're worrying me, you know.
And this can't go on.
What we going to do about it?
They don't hate you, you know.
I don't care if they do.
I don't like them much.
Well, leave them, then.
What...
You gotta look after yourself.
I'm so lonely.
I'm lonely when they're there,
I'm lonely when they're not.
I don't feel safe.
Stuff happens when I go out.
-What stuff?
-People.
Let them fend for themselves.
(INHALING DEEPLY)
He didn't stand a chance,
did he?
CHANTELLE: Who?
Moses.
He's a grown-arse man.
He's 22 years old.
And him. I can't even stand
the sound of his voice.
Lord.
What you marry him for?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
I was scared.
Didn't want to end up
on my own.
And what's wrong with
being on your own?
I'm on my own.
Pearl was on her own.
Carlton should never
have left us.
But he did, didn't he?
And she just got on with it.
She went out.
She got herself a job.
Tell me about it.
CHANTELLE: I know.
She put a lot on you.
You looked after me.
She was always criticizing me.
She couldn't have done it
without you,
and she knew that.
You did a good job.
You were just a kid.
(SIGHS)
I just want it to all stop.
Why don't you stay here
with us?
Hmm?
-Just for the night.
-I can't.
Why not?
All the plants.
Insects.
There are no insects.
What about the balcony?
Birds?
-We shut the door at night.
-What if something gets in?
-All right?
-CHANTELLE: Mm-hmm.
Your belly full?
-Almost.
-CHANTELLE: Mm-hmm.
Mum, can I make you a plate?
You haven't eaten yet.
Nah, I'm drinking.
-Is it?
-CHANTELLE: Mm-hmm.
What, you want some
more prosecco?
CHANTELLE: Mm-hmm.
And bring your auntie's glass.
Uh-huh, okay.
-Fill it up, Leish.
-Mm-hmm!
-CHANTELLE: Mm-hmm.
-Mm.
-(BOTH HUMMING RHYTHMICALLY)
-Turn up,
turn up, turn up, turn up.
(KAYLA AND ALEISHA LAUGHING)
Auntie p*nsy, you know
you've got a surprise
waiting for you
when you get home?
Is it? What is it?
Mo, you not told your mum?
Moses.
I got her some flowers.
-Aw!
-Yeah. For Mother's Day.
But you went to the cemetery
before he could
give them to you.
So sweet.
(LAUGHING SOFTLY)
(LAUGHING LOUDLY)
(LAUGHING RAUCOUSLY)
(CRYING)
Thank you, Moses.
(SOBBING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(KEENING)
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
Do you want a cup of tea?
(KETTLE WHIRRING)
(WATER POURING)
(KETTLE CONTINUES WHIRRING
DOWNSTAIRS)
(DOOR OPENS)
(EXHALES)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
p*nsy?
p*nsy.
-What?
-What's going on?
I'm trying to sleep.
What you doing
with my clothes?
I don't want you in here,
Curtley.
I'm trying to get to sleep.
What?
"How's your family, Curtley?
"How's your mum?"
-What?
-Your mum!
How is she?
You sit in there,
in my sister's house,
yamming out her food,
and she asks you
one civilized question.
"How's your mum?"
And you don't have the manners
or decency to answer her.
You just sit there stuffing
your face like a pig.
You disgust me.
You're disgusting!
What?
Why're you standing there?
All right.
(FOOTSTEPS BOUNDING)
(SIGHS)
(BIRD CHIRPS)
(WINGS FLAPPING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING
AND FLUTTERING)
(SIGHS)
(CROW CAWING)
(CHILDREN GIGGLING
AND TALKING IN DISTANCE)
(BREATHING DEEPLY)
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES)
(EXHALES NERVOUSLY)
(BREATHING NERVOUSLY)
(SCISSORS CLATTERING)
(EXHALES SHAKILY)
(BIRDS CHIRPING OUTSIDE)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
It has four parts, right,
and it's made up
of 23 measures.
Haydn arranged it for
two bassoons, two clarinets,
two flutes, two horns,
two oboes, two trumpets,
a timpani drum,
and a small string section.
It lasts 27 minutes,
and it premiered
on 3rd March, 1794.
Haydn was very impressed
by the range of clocks
he saw in London.
But that couldn't include
Big Ben
because that didn't start
construction until 1843,
and was completed in 1859.
But, poor old Haydn
had died in 1809,
so he was never gonna see it.
Of course, Big Ben is only
the bell inside the tower.
And the tower itself
has now been renamed
the Elizabeth Tower.
Did you know that, Curtley?
Yes.
I did know that.
Come on.
Let's get on with it.
Okay.
-(PANTING)
-(TUB CLATTERS)
-Right, here, tip it, okay?
-VIRGIL: Tip, tip it.
(GRUNTING)
Okay. (GRUNTING) All right.
(EXHALES) Yeah, yeah.
-(VIRGIL GRUNTING)
-Yeah.
Yeah. (STRAINING)
-CURTLEY: (GRUNTING) Whoa!
-(TUB CLATTERING)
VIRGIL: Okay. All right?
-Yeah.
-(TUB CLATTERS)
-You got it?
-VIRGIL: Yeah, yeah.
-(CURTLEY GRUNTING)
-(TUB CLATTERS)
(BOTH PANTING)
(BOTH GRUNT)
CURTLEY: Okay.
(BOTH GRUNT)
CURTLEY: Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
VIRGIL: Yeah. Okay, okay.
(SCREAMS IN PAIN, GROANING)
-You... you okay?
-CURTLEY: No.
No, I'm not okay.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Come, come.
VIRGIL: Yeah.
-(GRIMACING)
-CURTLEY: Yeah, come, come.
-(GRUNTING)
-(WHIMPERS IN PAIN)
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
Come, come, come.
Come. (WINCES)
-(VIRGIL GRUNTS)
-(CURTLEY PANTING)
(WINCING)
VIRGIL: You all right?
I think I've done my back in.
(EXHALING)
-VIRGIL: Yeah?
-(CAR UNLOCKS)
-Yeah. Take the keys.
-Yeah, I've got 'em.
-All right, let's go.
-Let's go.
-All right. You got me?
-Yeah, yeah.
-Got me? Okay, okay...
-I've got you. Yeah.
-Okay, okay.
-Yeah.
I'm gonna put the bag down,
yeah?
Yeah.
-Yeah, there you go.
-Okay.
-In you get. Yeah?
-Yeah.
Okay. (WINCES IN PAIN)
-Sorry.
-Yeah.
-Yeah. (GROANS)
-All right.
-Yeah?
-Yeah. Wait, wait.
-Wait, wait.
-Yeah, okay, okay, okay.
-(CURTLEY GROANS IN PAIN)
-All right, watch your leg.
-CURTLEY: Yeah. (GROANS)
-No, your foot, move it.
(PIGEONS COOING)
Come on, then.
(WINCING) Yeah. It's a bit...
(WHIMPERS)
-There you go.
-(WHIMPERS)
(GASPS)
VIRGIL: Okay. Yeah?
-Yeah. Yeah.
-All right.
Okay.
-Come on, then.
-Yeah.
-Yeah. Here I am. Yeah.
-(GASPING SOFTLY)
VIRGIL: Okay, come on.
CURTLEY: Ooh.
-Ooh...
-Yeah.
-Take it easy. (WHIMPERS)
-I will, I will.
(EXHALES)
-Yeah.
-There we go.
(WHIMPERS)
(GASPS) Go and get p*nsy.
Go on. She's upstairs.
(KNOCKS)
(KNOCKS AGAIN)
(OPENS DOOR)
p*nsy?
-(LOUDLY) p*nsy?
-(YELLING)
-f*ck off! Who is it?
-It's only me, Virgil.
Yeah, Virgil!
-What d'you want?
-I'm sorry.
What're you doing
in my bedroom?
I could've been naked!
I'm... I'm sorry.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
-It's Curtley.
-What about Curtley?
He's hurt his back at work.
He's downstairs
in the kitchen.
I'm sorry.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(SIGHS)
She's just coming.
You all right?
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(IMPERCEPTIBLE)
(VAN DOOR LOCKS)
(PIGEONS COOING DISTANTLY)
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES)
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)
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