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.
And make sure you shut the door properly!
All right?
Wait.
- Clear your end? - Yeah, yeah.
- Okay? - Yeah. Cool.
Nice day, innit?
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.
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?
- Lovely. Lovely. - Nice and quiet.
Very peaceful.
Nice and clean, isn't it?
- Curtley? - Yeah.
- You good? - Nah!
What's that?
Where you going?
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.
- 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.
Curtley!
Don't leave the door open,
I don't want bloody filthy pigeons
coming in here scavenging.
Useless!
You all right?
Yeah.
You been out today?
Yeah.
Where'd you go?
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, thief out my things,
"and kill 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?
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?
Look here.
- Mm-hmm. - Hm? And look... look in here.
And round there.
What am I looking at?
Grey, grey, grey, grey. Ashman grey.
You not have no grey.
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."
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.
Midnight, my patient started travelling,
and by 2:00 a.m., she pass over.
- 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.
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. - 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.
Hmm.
Baby-mother number three.
22.
Half Greek, half Nigerian.
Live in Peckham.
- Hmm. - My Lord.
At this stage of his life?
You see how you're quiet?
Big people talking over here!
As we were saying...
Hm.
When I leave that man, you see,
his head going to spin.
Don't make him bruk you up, you know.
Bruk who?
After all I been through with that dirty brute?
No, sir.
I still standing, sister.
- Mm-hmm. - I still standing.
What you think,
I couldn't meet somebody new?
- Of course. - Come on.
Hm.
- Get off. Ha! - What you gonna do?
You idiot.
- Go on. Come on. - You idiot!
Come on, get...
Do... do it.
Get off!
Get off. Here, girl, come on.
Come on, please, please.
- Please, man. - Get off.
Move.
- No! - Move.
Don't sit there, man.
So you go out partying last night?
- Hm, hm. - Who?
Your friend behind you.
- Where? - You, innit?
What time you get in?
I don't know, like one... two, three.
- Eh? - Four, five, six?
- I thought you got in earlier. - No!
Your door was closed at 2:30.
Yeah, I closed it.
Oh, you closed it? - Eh?
Yes, I closed it, all by myself.
Okay. Where you go?
Hmm... Brixton.
Hmm. Brighton.
Hmm, Birmingham.
- Where did you go? - Brixton.
- Right, who with? - Zara.
- Hmm... - Is it?
Yes!
- Is it just Zara? - Yes, just Zara.
Wasn't Theo there?
Who's Theo?
I don't know any Theo.
Uh-huh.
I think I know a Theo that lives in Walthamstow.
Oh, you mean that Theo.
- Hmm! Hmm! - Ooh, hmm!
Uh, yes, he was there.
What does his flat look like?
Oh, shut up, man.
- It was a good night, though. - Hmm?
They were playing Bashment.
- Bashment? - Eh, Bashment!
All them men whining up on you.
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.
Fools.
- That is on you. - I forget. Let me see.
Yeah!
It's attacking you now, it's attacking!
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!
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.
Nah, 'cause they pay me.
Ah, the money thing again!
You should treat your family
like how you treat strangers.
Wash that plate.
Look at him.
Keep still.
22-year-old man
and he's still eating peanut butter
and jam sandwiches.
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?"
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.
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.
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.
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!
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?
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!
Just me.
Yeah. You get it?
Yeah.
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.
How much would you charge, then?
- What for? The time? - Yeah.
- To you? - Yeah.
100 quid.
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 War.
- 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?
We don't know. It's a mystery.
Her dad did it.
And her mum.
- Family business. - Hmm.
You can't buy time.
True that.
You can't sell it either.
Oh, my gosh, it's amazing, babe.
It's so lush.
Mmm.
Uh, babe, stop, stop.
Uh, feet off!
- It's fine. - Excuse me?
Hey, you all right?
Are you going to purchase this sofa?
So what if we are?
Gyrating all over the place, perspiring up
- in the cushions. - 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.
Hi.
Can I help with anything today?
No.
Just browsing?
I'm looking for a sofa.
Ah. 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?
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...
...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.
Darling, are you leaving?
Hello?
Hello, darling, are you leaving?
Hello!
Oh!
Hey, babes.
Just wondering, are you leaving?
Hello?
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-fucking stationary?
Don't swear at me.
- What's with the agg? - 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 fucking madhouse!
You see this car park?
This used to be my school.
I'm from round here. All right?
Bitch!
Nutter!
And I bet you ain't got no fucking fella either!
Yeah, and your balls are so backed up,
you've got sperm in your brain!
Yeah, and none of it is for you, you barren bitch!
- So I'm finding every time... - 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.
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 fags."
Is that all you asked him for?
Yeah, I couldn't be bothered to go out.
Well, he got the fags.
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?
Oh, I dunno. Some Turkish place,
which I don't mind.
'Cause you know I'm not into them lemongrass,
ginger, coconut mix-up thing and raw fish.
And the Turkish people, them season up
- their meat good. - Good.
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.
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.
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 fag?
- Sharon, man, hurry up! - I won't be long.
I've got a next appointment.
Smoker's break.
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.
Am I seeing you?
What?
On Sunday at the cemetery, you coming?
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.
Hello?
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. - 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.
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.
I do have bring-upsy.
It's a nice scent.
It's good, isn't it?
Well, I am super excited about this.
So.
Oh, do you want me to continue?
That's what we're here for.
Okay. 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.
Er, yes.
But what I'm proposing
is that Melo leads with "coconut-free".
- Coconut? - Yeah.
The...
Go on.
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? - Why don't we have
a look at the brilliant research
that Kayla's been doing on this subject?
You know, I'm not doubting Kayla's abilities.
Go on, Kayla.
You've got great numbers.
Yeah, so, erm, 15% of customers
are already looking for coconut-free products.
Yes, very low percentage.
Of a very big market.
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.
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.
It's a non-starter.
Okay? I'm sorry.
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.
Don't let it knock you.
You're doing great.
Thanks.
- Aleisha. - Oh, hello.
- Have you got a minute? - Yes.
It's about the Day Rider case.
Okay. Is there a problem?
No, but yes.
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. - 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?
Yes, please. If you can shred everything
- that we've got. - Yes.
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.
I'm sorry...
...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?
- 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.
- Kayla! - Like my girl,
what's her name?
- Nadia? I do, I tell her. - Mm.
Tell her, "You've had two Aperol spritzes..."
"...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?
"She's tight.
"That's how she is."
So, who's paying for these, then?
You?
You're annoying.
Hmm.
- Anyway... - Mm-hmm?
How was today? How did it go?
Yeah, it was good.
- Really? - Yeah, it went really well.
Er, great.
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.
- Kay, well done. - Thanks.
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 kill 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 thiefing 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.
Is that chicken?
What's it look like?
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 killing 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. - Eh?
Oh! There's a fox!
- What? - Ooh! Curtley, get him!
Shut the door.
Curtley! Look at him staring at me.
Curtley, move it.
Get it in the other garden!
Whoa! Curtley!
Curtley! Get it away from the house!
Hi, Pansy 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.
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.
- 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.
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.
Mrs. Deacon,
could you put these safety specs
on for us, please?
- Are they new? - No.
But we do disinfect them between every patient.
Your clean's not my clean.
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.
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 killing me enough as it is.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
- Crikey! - Let's have a look at it.
- Shall we? - No!
Yes.
- 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.
Okay, then.
Lovely.
Ow! It's torture.
£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.
What d'you mean, drinking water?
- Fuck 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?
Fucking hell, blud.
Hey, they make double doors for brothers like you, innit?
Hey, look up at me when I'm talking to you, bro.
Have some manners.
- Hey, easy, easy, bruv, easy. - What the fuck is wrong
with you, blud?
- What you looking so sad for? - Yeah, relax, man.
What, they ran out of burgers?
'Cause he ate them all.
Look at him, bruv, look at him.
Fucking hell, you know.
My man will never change, boy.
All right, stay safe, big man. I mean, large man.
- Yeah? - Take it easy, bro.
Hey, don't cut your wrists!
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?
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.
Here.
I clean 24/7 and you want me to come down here
and scrub down my dead mother's tombstone?
They should have people come round and do this,
the amount you have to pay for a plot.
Thief.
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 Pansy?
- 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, Pansy, 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.
It's not fair.
I wish it was me that found her.
I'm sorry.
She shouldn't have died on her own.
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.
I don't understand you.
But I love you.
- Hey. - Yes, running girl!
I'm sweating.
- You all right? - Yeah, man.
- You all right, Mo? - Hey, Uncle Curtley!
- Hey. You good? - Hey. Hey, Moses.
You all right?
I'm not going to leave you in the car, you know.
Come on.
Please.
All right. All right.
You're not going to come up in the lift, are you?
No.
You go on. I'll see you up there.
Mind the doors.
Going up.
Doors closing.
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.
Yes.
You on a lean diet ting, yeah?
- Mm-mm. - You're taking
- after me. - Don't do it,
Uncle Curtley. No, don't do it.
You want rice and peas?
- Gravy? - Uh, yeah.
- Macaroni? - You want
- mac and cheese? - Everything, please.
Okay. All right.
Mm-hmm. Sweet potato?
Yes, please.
Okay. Hm.
- I'm hungry, you know. - I know, same.
- Plantain? - Yes.
We got to eat it whilst it's hot.
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.
Auntie Pansy, do you want me
to make you up a plate?
I can leave it for you right here.
Don't want anything.
You sure?
Mum, you want everything, yeah?
Later.
Huh?
I'll eat later.
Okay.
You good?
Yeah. Can I start?
Yeah, yeah, go for it.
Eat.
So you just making up a plate?
Yeah. No one else wants anything.
Why are you not eating?
What's been happening?
Has she upset you?
What's she been saying?
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!
- Come on. - Hm.
- Go easy, Kay, yeah? - Yes.
Okay, everybody.
Happy Mother's Day.
Happy Mother's Day!
Happy Mother's Day.
- Uncle Curtley... - I love you, Mum.
- Happy Mother's Day. - I love you.
- Happy Mother's Day, Moses. - Happy Mother's Day, Auntie P.
- Leish. Clink. - In the eyes.
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?
I don't know.
Sit down.
Come on.
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.
He didn't stand a chance, did he?
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?
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.
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.
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? - Mm-hmm.
Your belly full?
- Almost. - Mm-hmm.
Mum, can I make you a plate? You haven't eaten yet.
Nah, I'm drinking.
- Is it? - Mm-hmm.
What, you want some more prosecco?
Mm-hmm.
And bring your auntie's glass.
Uh-huh, okay.
- Fill it up, Leish. - Mm-hmm!
- Mm-hmm. - Mm.
Turn up,
turn up, turn up, turn up.
Auntie Pansy, 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.
Thank you, Moses.
Do you want a cup of tea?
Pansy?
Pansy.
- 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.
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.
- Right, here, tip it, okay? - Tip, tip it.
Okay. All right.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Whoa!
Okay. All right?
Yeah.
- You got it? - Yeah, yeah.
Okay.
- Yeah, yeah. Yeah. - Yeah. Okay, okay.
- You... you okay? - No.
No, I'm not okay.
Come, come.
Yeah.
Yeah, come, come.
Come, come, come.
Come.
You all right?
I think I've done my back in.
Yeah?
- 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.
- Sorry. - Yeah.
- All right.
- Yeah? - Yeah. Wait, wait.
- Wait, wait. - Yeah, okay, okay, okay.
All right, watch your leg.
- Yeah. - No, your foot, move it.
Come on, then.
Yeah. It's a bit...
There you go.
Okay. Yeah?
- Yeah. Yeah. - All right.
Okay.
- Come on, then. - Yeah.
Yeah. Here I am. Yeah.
Okay, come on.
Ooh.
- Ooh... - Yeah.
- Take it easy. - I will, I will.
- Yeah. - There we go.
Go and get Pansy.
Go on. She's upstairs.
Pansy?
- Fuck 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.
- It's Curtley. - What about Curtley?
He's hurt his back at work.
He's downstairs in the kitchen.
I'm sorry.
She's just coming.
You all right?