Car Share (2015–2018): Season 2, Episode 2 - Episode #2.2 - full transcript
Dressed as Harry Potter and Hagrid respectively John and Kayleigh attend the company's fancy dress party at a local Chinese restaurant and end up having to give the inebriated Elsie from the deli counter - dressed as Smurfette - a lift home. Already on her third warning Elsie rattles John with her gossip about Kayleigh and himself and then makes a pass at him. John is very relieved to drop off his annoying passenger, who continues to irritate him even after John has taken her home.
# I don't want anybody else
# When I think about you I touch myself
# Ooh, ohh, I don't want anybody else
# Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no
# I want you
# I don't want anybody else
# And when I think about ya
# I touch meself
♪ Ooh. ♪
Harry Potter! What do you reckon?
Magic!
Whoa, yeah. Yeah, it is
tight, that, you're right.
- As a nun's chuff.
- Ooh.
No WD knocking about?
Have you not brought your wand?
Jesus!
No, it's Hagrid.
- She wonders why she's single.
- Shut up, you.
- I can't believe you've talked me into this.
- You look fantastic.
I look ridiculous. I said
I wanted to go as Madonna.
- That's funnier than Madonna.
- Oh, yeah, funny for who?
- It certainly made me laugh.
- You can eff off.
We gotta get a photo of this. Come here.
- Must we? Oh, let me pull me beard down a bit.
- No, keep it up.
Come on, I'll do a selfie.
- Say "Quidditch!"
- Quidditch.
'Forever FM in the
evenings with Paul Banter.
'Loving the banter, Forever FM.'
Stop fiddling, you look fine.
I'm burning up, here.
- Is the air con on?
- It's on full.
I can't wear this all night.
- You can't take it off, can you?
- Why not?
Cos...you'll lose the full
effect. Stop playing with it.
Just put it on.
How am I going to eat with this on?
I've got a full Chinese
banquet to wade through yet.
Oh, aye, I forgot about that.
Six courses. I'm ready for that tonight.
I'm going to have hair in me kung po.
I'll tell you something - they
know how to put a good spread on,
t'Chinese, don't they?
- What were it last year?
- Er, Indian tapas.
Oh, yeah. Weren't so clever, that.
- I went as Pocahontas.
- What did we have the year before that?
She didn't have a beard.
- It's itching me face!
- Just leave it alone.
Gastro pub. Stavros Flatley.
Cracked me up, that.
Father and son, those two.
- Father and son.
- Will anyone actually know who I'm supposed to be?
Well, they will if you
stick with Harry Potter.
I haven't even seen Harry Potter, John.
I might win the fancy dress, then
you'll be laughing, won't you?
Don't like it when you
go for something obvious.
Look at Joyce last year, she
went as a chest of drawers.
Stapled some knickers to her busters.
Her busters?
Whatever the kids call them.
What do you call yours?
Cagney and Lacey.
- You call your breasts Cagney and Lacey?
- Yeah. - Why?
I don't know, just always have.
Although I always
preferred Cagney to Lacey.
Haven't I, Mary Beth?
♪ I'm a dreamer... ♪
It seems funny hearing the radio
this time of night, don't it?
Never normally listen to
it now. Much more dancey.
I like it.
I love this song, it reminds
me of Brunels in Rhyl.
Did you ever go raving?
- What do you reckon?
- No. - SHE LAUGHS
- Oh, this is shite!
- What?
Crazy Frog.
- Had a little willy.
- He did have a little willy, remember that.
- How rude!
- Yeah.
Crash helmet and cock out.
And his bike.
He didn't even have a bike. He
were just in mid-air, weren't he?
Flying around. Little green
penis. With his helmet on.
'Any exciting plans
tonight, Jenny from Bolton?'
'Yeah, meeting a friend for a
glass of wine, or maybe two.'
'Good work. Don't have too many, Jenny.
'Hello, Forever FM, who's this?'
- 'It's Mark from Preston.'
- 'You up to anything tonight, Mark?'
'Yeah, going out on the piss
for me mate's birthday.'
'Can't be saying things like
that. This is Forever FM.'
# I got the key to
# Another way
♪ I've got the key... ♪
- Think it's past Harry Potter's bedtime.
- Mm?
You, yawning your head off.
- Oh, shattered. Woke up again last night.
- Same time?
- Yeah, 1:21. That's three nights on t'bounce, that, now.
- Weird.
- I know. It's freaking me out.
- Why's that, then?
Lord knows. It's doing me head in.
Ended up watching telly for four hours.
Documentary about Lance Armstrong.
Him who went to the moon?
Jesus Christ, no.
I wonder what it is.
- What?
- Why you keep waking up at 1:21. - I don't know.
It's doing me bloody head in.
Maybe it's the other side.
Ian and Margaret? No, they're
in Buxton, they're on a retreat.
- I'm drawing the curtains for them.
- No, the spirit world.
Maybe they're trying
to tell you something.
They pick their moments. I
daren't ring anyone after nine.
Anyway, you don't believe in
all that hocus pocus, do you?
He says, dressed as a wizard.
Milkshake by Kelis
Here we are.
Oh, look at George!
Don't he look better with ringlets?
Really suits him.
Oh, look at this cowboy.
He can ride me any time he likes.
Look at him, he can't help helping.
Least he's dressed for once.
♪ My milkshake brings all
the boys to the yard... ♪
You were saying?
That's bang out of order, that.
# I can teach you but I have to charge
♪ My milkshake brings all
the boys to the yard... ♪
- I'm ready for this free bar.
- What free bar?
We had a free bar last year.
- No, we didn't.
- Well, nobody stopped me.
You're off your arse.
I've not brought me purse.
Go on!
Hey, me crown's slipping!
You're damn right!
Oi! D'you mind? I've just had her waxed.
Give me a minute, I'm nearly done.
Ooh, look! It's Harry Potter.
Let the boy watch.
Hey, young Gareth, on your way.
- We'll be having bloody words in t'morning.
- Sorry, Mr Redmond.
Hey, hang on, where you going?
I'm half-cocked here!
Rabbits.
- John!
- What?
- Mr Redmond!
- John! - What?
Can we give Elsie a lift home? Please?
See, what it is, Mr Redmond, there's
no taxis, that's the Ramadan.
- She can't get home.
- Can't get home.
- What?
- It's on our way. Fine.
Where's your beard?
Tell him.
Had a little bit of an
accident, truth be told.
I was a bit sick...
if truth be told, but I'm fine.
She threw up over it,
she couldn't wear it.
Was better out than in, love.
- It went right down...
- Couldn't get her wee hand round the U.
..in the toilet.
Well, that's that, innit?
It's free.
- Free now, John.
- It's not free, it's my deposit up the river!
Hey, hey, hey!
It's only money!
You can't take it with you.
- There's no pockets in shrouds.
- All right.
There's no cash machines in heaven.
Is that the motor?
- Just love her.
- Where's she live?
# In a midnight sky
# Oh, oh
# Zoom
# You chased the day away
# High noon
- # The moon and stars... #
- RADIO OFF
- Oh!
- Oh!
- Party pooper!
- I was enjoying that!
Killjoy.
You've upset her.
Mm!
You've upset me.
We work our bollocks
off all during the week.
The one night of the
year when we party...
and you're pissing on our bonfire.
Come on, John, it's a party.
There, happy?
♪ Loving you.. ♪
- Aww!
- Oh, I love this.
- Turn it up...
- # Because you're beautiful... #
Don't put you off your driving, sorry.
# Making love with you
# Is all I wanna do
# La-la-la-la-la
# La-la-la-la-la
# La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-ah-ah
# Doot-n-doo-doo-doo
♪ Ah-ah-ah-ah! ♪
'Ah, what a lovely message.
'We'll dedicate the
next song to you guys.
'This is Forever FM with Phyllis Nelson.'
# Hey, baby
♪ You go your way... ♪
Here, Mr Redmond, can
you turn that heat down?
I'm sweating like a blind
lesbian in a fish shop.
Please.
Don't feel me up, you dirty pig!
♪ And our bodies... ♪
Here, Mr Redmond, can I spark up?
- No.
- No. - Oh, come on, please, I'm gasping.
- Well, you'll have to get out.
- Why, we stopping?
- No.
- He's anti-smoking, Elsie.
Is she? Do I know her?
- Eh?
- What do you call your auntie? Does she work at our place?
- What you pappin' on about?
- She said your auntie was a smoker.
Oh, I could murder a
cup of tea. Could you?
No tea for me, love, not
at this hour of the night.
See, what it is, I'm a
slave to the heartburn.
- Elsie?
- Mm? - Me too. Me too.
- Brown toast with me.
- Oooh!
- And sour cream Pringles.
- I knew you were going to say that. - I love 'em!
Very moreish, Elsie.
Like crack.
Oh, don't talk to me about sour
cream Pringles, they're lethal.
Four hours I spent in the
A&E on Boxing Day night
with my arm wedged into the tube.
Apparently I have very wide wrists.
Have you tried the Gaviscon?
What, for my wrists?
- For your heartburn.
- Oh, Gaviscon? Oh, no, thank you.
Last thing I want's a
little fireman in my mouth.
Then again...
Did you see Dave Thompson?
- Billy big bollocks.
- What was he thinking?
- Dressed as Mr T again.
- See he likes to limbo.
- Who?
- Dave Thompson, blurgh!
Wants to take it easy after
what he's been through.
Triple bypass. He's had two
stents put in since Jubilee.
- He's only 51. That's no age...
- No.
Have you heard about
Trevor on the back door?
Kayleigh, sure I told you.
What's up with him?
They've given him till Christmas.
Loan sharks?
No. He's riddled. Absolutely riddled.
He didn't have a clue till
he shaved his beard off.
That's awful.
Well, I hear you but we all
have our crosses to bear.
And I'm a slave to jogger's nipple.
Christ, how much jogging do you do?
I have never jogged a day in my life.
She's so funny!
Where's me inhaler?
What about Rick and Donna?
That were a bit of a shock, weren't it?
- Getting engaged!
- I've known about that for months.
Big Dianne off non-foods told
me but I never said nothing.
Very romantic.
- So lovely.
- I must admit, I was filling up, blubbing...
I'm such a big softie, aren't I?
- Tacky, though, weren't it?
- Ooh, rough as arseholes.
Imagine her proposing.
That's a man's job.
You'd be mortified in front of
all those people, wouldn't you?
And Rick looked like a right dick
dressed as Mrs Brown. Anyway...
never mind them - what
about yous two, huh?
- What's going on with you two?
- What do you mean? - What?
- You know.
- No, I don't. What you on about?
You'll be next, the two of you.
You're not fooling me,
you're not fooling no-one.
You can't kid a kidder. You're the
talk of the store, the two of yous.
- What you on about?
- Why?
- Wouldn't you like to know?
- Yeah, I would.
I am saying nothing.
I might be many things
but I am not a gossip.
Go on, what have you heard?
Well, we all know who you'll be
picking for your Christmas team
this year, I'll put it that way.
- What do you mean by that?
- You can drop the act, the pair of yous.
Cos you're not fooling no-one.
I told you, you can't con a
conner and you can't kid a kidder.
- She's talking shit.
- Why, what they been saying?
Well, you tell me, Kayleigh.
I've said too much already.
Loose lips sinks ships.
So I am saying nothing.
My lips is firmly sealed.
I wish.
Anyhoo, it's none of my business
what you get up to with this...
this...um...
Well, he's no longer a boy but he's
not yet a man, know what I mean?
He's a man...boy.
Uh-huh, a man boy.
A man-bo.
A mambo!
Mambo...
It's the quiet ones you have
to watch, isn't it, Kayleigh?
- It is, it is.
- Know what I'm saying? Look at his wee face.
Look, he's morto! He's beaming away.
She's a scream.
She's a scream, isn't she, John?
She's a scream.
Well, as I say, I'm
mental. I do not care!
She doesn't. She doesn't!
- Yeah, and that's why you're on your third written warning.
- Oh...
- Are we nearly there yet, anyway?
- I'm saying nothing.
Yeah, well, you'd best say
something when I run out of diesel.
And I hear Joyce Chung
has an S-shaped vagina...
but that's her business.
I'm saying nothing. I'm not a gossip.
Are you done?
I'm just drip-drying.
♪ This is my moment... ♪
Give me a minute.
♪ This is my perfect moment... ♪
Oh, I need to go myself, now.
Oh, my dear God.
'Timeless songs, timeless love,
'late-night love songs - Forever FM.'
Which way now?
Straight on.
- What?
- Straight on!
Do you know where she lives?
I think she lives round...
# Swaying room as the music starts
# Strangers making the most of the dark
♪ Two by two their bodies become one... ♪
# I see you through the smoky air
# Can't you feel the weight of my stare?
# You're so close but still a world away
# What I'm dying to say is that
# I'm crazy for you
# Touch me once and you'll know it's true
# I never wanted anyone like this
# It's all brand-new
# You'll feel it in my kiss
# You'll feel it in my kiss
# Because I'm crazy for you
# Touch me once and you'll know it's true
# I never wanted anyone like this
# It's all brand-new
# You'll feel it in my kiss
# I'm crazy for you
# Crazy for you
# Crazy for you
# It's all brand-new
# I'm crazy for you
# You know it's true
♪ I'm crazy... ♪
♪ Make dreams come true
with Garden Tiles! ♪
Elsie, which way now? Left or right?
Straight on!
What, through the pub?
Oh, no. No, no, no, you've passed it.
Go back on yourself.
Make a U and then straight on.
I might as well drive straight
to work, at this rate.
# No sense in draggin' on past our needs
♪ Let's don't keep it hangin' on... ♪
You should put me on your Christmas
team this year, Mr Redmond.
I could be your Mrs Santa Claus.
(Mr Redmond, Kayleigh's asleep.)
# Some people can love
one another for life
# How 'bout us?
♪ Some people can hold it together... ♪
♪ I think we're alone now... ♪
♪ Can we? ♪
Aye, Mrs Santa Claus sat down
all day, that'd be the ticket.
You could come in my grotto...
25-7.
Think about it.
Think...about...it.
I'll... I'll think about it, all right?
Oh, anything to get me away from
standing in that fucking
deli all day long.
My oul' knees are shot.
Here, when we get to the house,
you're going to have
to walk me to my door.
Walk you to your door?
I just said to you, my knees are shot!
There's nobody else to help me
since my Eddie left me in the shit.
He shacked up with his physio.
Massaging his stump, my brown eye...
And under my nose, too!
She's supposed to be helping
him to walk, not walk out on me.
She's just after his benefits
and his raspberry ripple badge,
the dirty Welsh whore!
You live and you learn.
You do that.
# How 'bout us? How about us, baby?
# How 'bout us?
♪ How 'bout us, baby? ♪
You live on your own, don't you?
What?
You live on your own.
Yeah, yeah, I do, yeah.
It's hard, isn't it?
Here, listen to me,
seriously,
if ever you want to go
halfsies on a Pot Noodle,
you just let me know.
# How 'bout us, baby?
♪ Some people can hold it together... ♪
Right, we're here.
'Forever FM news...'
Finally.
I tell you, I'd have
been quicker walking.
You're welcome.
Oh, bloody hell, there's my
whole life all over the floor.
Here, is that my Nutri-Grain?
Just take it. Take the Nutri-Grain.
Right, Kayleigh, love,
I will see you soon.
- Mm-hmm.
- We'll have to have a girls' night out, eh?
Def. That will be a right laugh.
Oh, they can do a lot of things, our kid,
but they cannot stop us laughing.
They can't.
They broke the mould when
they made you, Elsie.
Didn't they, John?
They shut the factory.
Oh...
You hang onto this one.
He is a keeper.
I would ride him like I
had stole him if I was you.
I am here. I can hear you.
Well, are you going to walk
me up my path, Mr Lover-Lover?
What do you...?
Laters.
- Elsie, your trophy.
- For God's sake...
Bless. Nighty-night.
Lock your doors. It's like
the bloody Bronx round here.
I've just seen a pram on fire back there.
♪ Wanna tell you I love your... ♪
Here, hold that.
Where have you been?
Where have I been?
The bloody headcase is
running a bath for me now.
I just walked out.
She's a nightmare.
Nightmare? You said they broke the mould.
You wanted to give her a lift home.
I thought she'd never stop talking, John.
I know. "I'm saying nothing,"
and then she never shut her bloody mouth.
Well, she's a right nosy cow -
just wants to know everyone's business.
Eh? What about Joyce Chung's vagina?
I'm saying nothing.
# When I'm feeling blue
# All I have to do
# Is take a look at you
# Then I'm not so blue
# When I'm in your arms
♪ Nothing seems to matter... ♪
Here you are - home, sweet home.
- Oh, quick, put your foot down. Keep going.
- Why?
Cos he's still up and
about with his bike.
Does the man not sleep?
He'd sleep out here if he could.
Just, quick, drive past.
Quick, go down there.
Let's have a minute.
Have a minute?
We've had five hours.
♪ We've got a groovy kind of love.. ♪
Are you all right?
I'm fine. I'm fine. Fine.
I was just checking the...
So...
Mm-hmm.
Apparently we're the talk of the shop.
Aye.
According to Elsie, the
woman who says nothing...
Mmm.
I'll believe that when I see it.
'Late-night love songs...'
- We've got tongues wagging, John.
- '..Forever FM. (Forever FM.)'
♪ Feels like... ♪
Don't you love this song?
- Donna Lewis, '95...
- Listen to the words.
- # Of light mists
- And rain is
- # Of pale amber rose
- Pale afternoons
# Feels like
# I'm lost in a deep cloud...
# Of heavenly smell
♪ Touching, discovering you... ♪
Are you laughing?
You're drunk.
- I'm not drunk.
- You're so drunk.
I'm not drunk!
You're not drunk? You're leathered.
- I am a bit.
- You are.
A little bit drunk.
- You're leathered.
- A little bit tiddly. - Steaming!
Nice-drunk.
- Mm-hmm.
- Fluffy.
I'm fluffy-drunk.
Funny. I don't know about
fluffy, but you're funny-drunk.
- Am I?
- Yeah.
Do I make you laugh?
Yeah, you do, very much.
Do I make you happy?
Yeah.
Yeah, you do, very much.
- # I don't want a lot for Christmas... #
- Oh!
Who's that? What? Mariah Carey?
No. It's Elsie.
Oh, no. Oh, no, don't answer it.
Bloody hell, don't answer it.
- Ignore it. Ignore her.
- Should I?
Yes, ignore her. Trust me, ignore her.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- Oh, no. - John, John, John, John...
Hiya. Are you all right?
What's the matter?
Are you all right, Elsie? You sound...
She left her inhaler.
Has she left her inhaler?
I don't know. I don't know!
- Oh, no...
- Hold on a minute.
Oh, yeah, you have, Elsie.
It's here on the floor.
- I've got it.
- Bloody hell.
Wh-what? Don't worry,
John will give it you.
Tell her I'll bring it
in to work in four hours.
Bring it in to work in four...
She says she wants it now.
Christ. We'll be in work in
three hours, can she not wait?
She sounds in a bad
way. She can't breathe.
Good.
I'm...
I'm on my way, tell her.
He's on his way, Elsie.
Sit tight, love. Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be with you in
a bit. OK. I'll tell him.
She said, "Ta very much, and
you've still got to fuck."
All right?
- You'd best go.
- Mmm.
John to the rescue.
My hero.
John the bloody mug, more like.
Well, I'll see you in the morning.
The morning?
I'll pick you up in two hours.
# Don't lead the life
that I left you with
# Listen to the cars call in the rain
# I got so tired of concluding
# That there's nothing for us to conclude
# Oh, Patti, don't look
for certainty in your life
# I've gone where a
lost cause can be found
# And don't feel sorry for lover boy
# You know, he wants
the world to love him
# Then he goes and spoils it all
# Don't feel sorry for lover boy
# He wants the world to love him
♪ Then he goes and
spoils it all for love. ♪
# When I think about you I touch myself
# Ooh, ohh, I don't want anybody else
# Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no
# I want you
# I don't want anybody else
# And when I think about ya
# I touch meself
♪ Ooh. ♪
Harry Potter! What do you reckon?
Magic!
Whoa, yeah. Yeah, it is
tight, that, you're right.
- As a nun's chuff.
- Ooh.
No WD knocking about?
Have you not brought your wand?
Jesus!
No, it's Hagrid.
- She wonders why she's single.
- Shut up, you.
- I can't believe you've talked me into this.
- You look fantastic.
I look ridiculous. I said
I wanted to go as Madonna.
- That's funnier than Madonna.
- Oh, yeah, funny for who?
- It certainly made me laugh.
- You can eff off.
We gotta get a photo of this. Come here.
- Must we? Oh, let me pull me beard down a bit.
- No, keep it up.
Come on, I'll do a selfie.
- Say "Quidditch!"
- Quidditch.
'Forever FM in the
evenings with Paul Banter.
'Loving the banter, Forever FM.'
Stop fiddling, you look fine.
I'm burning up, here.
- Is the air con on?
- It's on full.
I can't wear this all night.
- You can't take it off, can you?
- Why not?
Cos...you'll lose the full
effect. Stop playing with it.
Just put it on.
How am I going to eat with this on?
I've got a full Chinese
banquet to wade through yet.
Oh, aye, I forgot about that.
Six courses. I'm ready for that tonight.
I'm going to have hair in me kung po.
I'll tell you something - they
know how to put a good spread on,
t'Chinese, don't they?
- What were it last year?
- Er, Indian tapas.
Oh, yeah. Weren't so clever, that.
- I went as Pocahontas.
- What did we have the year before that?
She didn't have a beard.
- It's itching me face!
- Just leave it alone.
Gastro pub. Stavros Flatley.
Cracked me up, that.
Father and son, those two.
- Father and son.
- Will anyone actually know who I'm supposed to be?
Well, they will if you
stick with Harry Potter.
I haven't even seen Harry Potter, John.
I might win the fancy dress, then
you'll be laughing, won't you?
Don't like it when you
go for something obvious.
Look at Joyce last year, she
went as a chest of drawers.
Stapled some knickers to her busters.
Her busters?
Whatever the kids call them.
What do you call yours?
Cagney and Lacey.
- You call your breasts Cagney and Lacey?
- Yeah. - Why?
I don't know, just always have.
Although I always
preferred Cagney to Lacey.
Haven't I, Mary Beth?
♪ I'm a dreamer... ♪
It seems funny hearing the radio
this time of night, don't it?
Never normally listen to
it now. Much more dancey.
I like it.
I love this song, it reminds
me of Brunels in Rhyl.
Did you ever go raving?
- What do you reckon?
- No. - SHE LAUGHS
- Oh, this is shite!
- What?
Crazy Frog.
- Had a little willy.
- He did have a little willy, remember that.
- How rude!
- Yeah.
Crash helmet and cock out.
And his bike.
He didn't even have a bike. He
were just in mid-air, weren't he?
Flying around. Little green
penis. With his helmet on.
'Any exciting plans
tonight, Jenny from Bolton?'
'Yeah, meeting a friend for a
glass of wine, or maybe two.'
'Good work. Don't have too many, Jenny.
'Hello, Forever FM, who's this?'
- 'It's Mark from Preston.'
- 'You up to anything tonight, Mark?'
'Yeah, going out on the piss
for me mate's birthday.'
'Can't be saying things like
that. This is Forever FM.'
# I got the key to
# Another way
♪ I've got the key... ♪
- Think it's past Harry Potter's bedtime.
- Mm?
You, yawning your head off.
- Oh, shattered. Woke up again last night.
- Same time?
- Yeah, 1:21. That's three nights on t'bounce, that, now.
- Weird.
- I know. It's freaking me out.
- Why's that, then?
Lord knows. It's doing me head in.
Ended up watching telly for four hours.
Documentary about Lance Armstrong.
Him who went to the moon?
Jesus Christ, no.
I wonder what it is.
- What?
- Why you keep waking up at 1:21. - I don't know.
It's doing me bloody head in.
Maybe it's the other side.
Ian and Margaret? No, they're
in Buxton, they're on a retreat.
- I'm drawing the curtains for them.
- No, the spirit world.
Maybe they're trying
to tell you something.
They pick their moments. I
daren't ring anyone after nine.
Anyway, you don't believe in
all that hocus pocus, do you?
He says, dressed as a wizard.
Milkshake by Kelis
Here we are.
Oh, look at George!
Don't he look better with ringlets?
Really suits him.
Oh, look at this cowboy.
He can ride me any time he likes.
Look at him, he can't help helping.
Least he's dressed for once.
♪ My milkshake brings all
the boys to the yard... ♪
You were saying?
That's bang out of order, that.
# I can teach you but I have to charge
♪ My milkshake brings all
the boys to the yard... ♪
- I'm ready for this free bar.
- What free bar?
We had a free bar last year.
- No, we didn't.
- Well, nobody stopped me.
You're off your arse.
I've not brought me purse.
Go on!
Hey, me crown's slipping!
You're damn right!
Oi! D'you mind? I've just had her waxed.
Give me a minute, I'm nearly done.
Ooh, look! It's Harry Potter.
Let the boy watch.
Hey, young Gareth, on your way.
- We'll be having bloody words in t'morning.
- Sorry, Mr Redmond.
Hey, hang on, where you going?
I'm half-cocked here!
Rabbits.
- John!
- What?
- Mr Redmond!
- John! - What?
Can we give Elsie a lift home? Please?
See, what it is, Mr Redmond, there's
no taxis, that's the Ramadan.
- She can't get home.
- Can't get home.
- What?
- It's on our way. Fine.
Where's your beard?
Tell him.
Had a little bit of an
accident, truth be told.
I was a bit sick...
if truth be told, but I'm fine.
She threw up over it,
she couldn't wear it.
Was better out than in, love.
- It went right down...
- Couldn't get her wee hand round the U.
..in the toilet.
Well, that's that, innit?
It's free.
- Free now, John.
- It's not free, it's my deposit up the river!
Hey, hey, hey!
It's only money!
You can't take it with you.
- There's no pockets in shrouds.
- All right.
There's no cash machines in heaven.
Is that the motor?
- Just love her.
- Where's she live?
# In a midnight sky
# Oh, oh
# Zoom
# You chased the day away
# High noon
- # The moon and stars... #
- RADIO OFF
- Oh!
- Oh!
- Party pooper!
- I was enjoying that!
Killjoy.
You've upset her.
Mm!
You've upset me.
We work our bollocks
off all during the week.
The one night of the
year when we party...
and you're pissing on our bonfire.
Come on, John, it's a party.
There, happy?
♪ Loving you.. ♪
- Aww!
- Oh, I love this.
- Turn it up...
- # Because you're beautiful... #
Don't put you off your driving, sorry.
# Making love with you
# Is all I wanna do
# La-la-la-la-la
# La-la-la-la-la
# La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-ah-ah
# Doot-n-doo-doo-doo
♪ Ah-ah-ah-ah! ♪
'Ah, what a lovely message.
'We'll dedicate the
next song to you guys.
'This is Forever FM with Phyllis Nelson.'
# Hey, baby
♪ You go your way... ♪
Here, Mr Redmond, can
you turn that heat down?
I'm sweating like a blind
lesbian in a fish shop.
Please.
Don't feel me up, you dirty pig!
♪ And our bodies... ♪
Here, Mr Redmond, can I spark up?
- No.
- No. - Oh, come on, please, I'm gasping.
- Well, you'll have to get out.
- Why, we stopping?
- No.
- He's anti-smoking, Elsie.
Is she? Do I know her?
- Eh?
- What do you call your auntie? Does she work at our place?
- What you pappin' on about?
- She said your auntie was a smoker.
Oh, I could murder a
cup of tea. Could you?
No tea for me, love, not
at this hour of the night.
See, what it is, I'm a
slave to the heartburn.
- Elsie?
- Mm? - Me too. Me too.
- Brown toast with me.
- Oooh!
- And sour cream Pringles.
- I knew you were going to say that. - I love 'em!
Very moreish, Elsie.
Like crack.
Oh, don't talk to me about sour
cream Pringles, they're lethal.
Four hours I spent in the
A&E on Boxing Day night
with my arm wedged into the tube.
Apparently I have very wide wrists.
Have you tried the Gaviscon?
What, for my wrists?
- For your heartburn.
- Oh, Gaviscon? Oh, no, thank you.
Last thing I want's a
little fireman in my mouth.
Then again...
Did you see Dave Thompson?
- Billy big bollocks.
- What was he thinking?
- Dressed as Mr T again.
- See he likes to limbo.
- Who?
- Dave Thompson, blurgh!
Wants to take it easy after
what he's been through.
Triple bypass. He's had two
stents put in since Jubilee.
- He's only 51. That's no age...
- No.
Have you heard about
Trevor on the back door?
Kayleigh, sure I told you.
What's up with him?
They've given him till Christmas.
Loan sharks?
No. He's riddled. Absolutely riddled.
He didn't have a clue till
he shaved his beard off.
That's awful.
Well, I hear you but we all
have our crosses to bear.
And I'm a slave to jogger's nipple.
Christ, how much jogging do you do?
I have never jogged a day in my life.
She's so funny!
Where's me inhaler?
What about Rick and Donna?
That were a bit of a shock, weren't it?
- Getting engaged!
- I've known about that for months.
Big Dianne off non-foods told
me but I never said nothing.
Very romantic.
- So lovely.
- I must admit, I was filling up, blubbing...
I'm such a big softie, aren't I?
- Tacky, though, weren't it?
- Ooh, rough as arseholes.
Imagine her proposing.
That's a man's job.
You'd be mortified in front of
all those people, wouldn't you?
And Rick looked like a right dick
dressed as Mrs Brown. Anyway...
never mind them - what
about yous two, huh?
- What's going on with you two?
- What do you mean? - What?
- You know.
- No, I don't. What you on about?
You'll be next, the two of you.
You're not fooling me,
you're not fooling no-one.
You can't kid a kidder. You're the
talk of the store, the two of yous.
- What you on about?
- Why?
- Wouldn't you like to know?
- Yeah, I would.
I am saying nothing.
I might be many things
but I am not a gossip.
Go on, what have you heard?
Well, we all know who you'll be
picking for your Christmas team
this year, I'll put it that way.
- What do you mean by that?
- You can drop the act, the pair of yous.
Cos you're not fooling no-one.
I told you, you can't con a
conner and you can't kid a kidder.
- She's talking shit.
- Why, what they been saying?
Well, you tell me, Kayleigh.
I've said too much already.
Loose lips sinks ships.
So I am saying nothing.
My lips is firmly sealed.
I wish.
Anyhoo, it's none of my business
what you get up to with this...
this...um...
Well, he's no longer a boy but he's
not yet a man, know what I mean?
He's a man...boy.
Uh-huh, a man boy.
A man-bo.
A mambo!
Mambo...
It's the quiet ones you have
to watch, isn't it, Kayleigh?
- It is, it is.
- Know what I'm saying? Look at his wee face.
Look, he's morto! He's beaming away.
She's a scream.
She's a scream, isn't she, John?
She's a scream.
Well, as I say, I'm
mental. I do not care!
She doesn't. She doesn't!
- Yeah, and that's why you're on your third written warning.
- Oh...
- Are we nearly there yet, anyway?
- I'm saying nothing.
Yeah, well, you'd best say
something when I run out of diesel.
And I hear Joyce Chung
has an S-shaped vagina...
but that's her business.
I'm saying nothing. I'm not a gossip.
Are you done?
I'm just drip-drying.
♪ This is my moment... ♪
Give me a minute.
♪ This is my perfect moment... ♪
Oh, I need to go myself, now.
Oh, my dear God.
'Timeless songs, timeless love,
'late-night love songs - Forever FM.'
Which way now?
Straight on.
- What?
- Straight on!
Do you know where she lives?
I think she lives round...
# Swaying room as the music starts
# Strangers making the most of the dark
♪ Two by two their bodies become one... ♪
# I see you through the smoky air
# Can't you feel the weight of my stare?
# You're so close but still a world away
# What I'm dying to say is that
# I'm crazy for you
# Touch me once and you'll know it's true
# I never wanted anyone like this
# It's all brand-new
# You'll feel it in my kiss
# You'll feel it in my kiss
# Because I'm crazy for you
# Touch me once and you'll know it's true
# I never wanted anyone like this
# It's all brand-new
# You'll feel it in my kiss
# I'm crazy for you
# Crazy for you
# Crazy for you
# It's all brand-new
# I'm crazy for you
# You know it's true
♪ I'm crazy... ♪
♪ Make dreams come true
with Garden Tiles! ♪
Elsie, which way now? Left or right?
Straight on!
What, through the pub?
Oh, no. No, no, no, you've passed it.
Go back on yourself.
Make a U and then straight on.
I might as well drive straight
to work, at this rate.
# No sense in draggin' on past our needs
♪ Let's don't keep it hangin' on... ♪
You should put me on your Christmas
team this year, Mr Redmond.
I could be your Mrs Santa Claus.
(Mr Redmond, Kayleigh's asleep.)
# Some people can love
one another for life
# How 'bout us?
♪ Some people can hold it together... ♪
♪ I think we're alone now... ♪
♪ Can we? ♪
Aye, Mrs Santa Claus sat down
all day, that'd be the ticket.
You could come in my grotto...
25-7.
Think about it.
Think...about...it.
I'll... I'll think about it, all right?
Oh, anything to get me away from
standing in that fucking
deli all day long.
My oul' knees are shot.
Here, when we get to the house,
you're going to have
to walk me to my door.
Walk you to your door?
I just said to you, my knees are shot!
There's nobody else to help me
since my Eddie left me in the shit.
He shacked up with his physio.
Massaging his stump, my brown eye...
And under my nose, too!
She's supposed to be helping
him to walk, not walk out on me.
She's just after his benefits
and his raspberry ripple badge,
the dirty Welsh whore!
You live and you learn.
You do that.
# How 'bout us? How about us, baby?
# How 'bout us?
♪ How 'bout us, baby? ♪
You live on your own, don't you?
What?
You live on your own.
Yeah, yeah, I do, yeah.
It's hard, isn't it?
Here, listen to me,
seriously,
if ever you want to go
halfsies on a Pot Noodle,
you just let me know.
# How 'bout us, baby?
♪ Some people can hold it together... ♪
Right, we're here.
'Forever FM news...'
Finally.
I tell you, I'd have
been quicker walking.
You're welcome.
Oh, bloody hell, there's my
whole life all over the floor.
Here, is that my Nutri-Grain?
Just take it. Take the Nutri-Grain.
Right, Kayleigh, love,
I will see you soon.
- Mm-hmm.
- We'll have to have a girls' night out, eh?
Def. That will be a right laugh.
Oh, they can do a lot of things, our kid,
but they cannot stop us laughing.
They can't.
They broke the mould when
they made you, Elsie.
Didn't they, John?
They shut the factory.
Oh...
You hang onto this one.
He is a keeper.
I would ride him like I
had stole him if I was you.
I am here. I can hear you.
Well, are you going to walk
me up my path, Mr Lover-Lover?
What do you...?
Laters.
- Elsie, your trophy.
- For God's sake...
Bless. Nighty-night.
Lock your doors. It's like
the bloody Bronx round here.
I've just seen a pram on fire back there.
♪ Wanna tell you I love your... ♪
Here, hold that.
Where have you been?
Where have I been?
The bloody headcase is
running a bath for me now.
I just walked out.
She's a nightmare.
Nightmare? You said they broke the mould.
You wanted to give her a lift home.
I thought she'd never stop talking, John.
I know. "I'm saying nothing,"
and then she never shut her bloody mouth.
Well, she's a right nosy cow -
just wants to know everyone's business.
Eh? What about Joyce Chung's vagina?
I'm saying nothing.
# When I'm feeling blue
# All I have to do
# Is take a look at you
# Then I'm not so blue
# When I'm in your arms
♪ Nothing seems to matter... ♪
Here you are - home, sweet home.
- Oh, quick, put your foot down. Keep going.
- Why?
Cos he's still up and
about with his bike.
Does the man not sleep?
He'd sleep out here if he could.
Just, quick, drive past.
Quick, go down there.
Let's have a minute.
Have a minute?
We've had five hours.
♪ We've got a groovy kind of love.. ♪
Are you all right?
I'm fine. I'm fine. Fine.
I was just checking the...
So...
Mm-hmm.
Apparently we're the talk of the shop.
Aye.
According to Elsie, the
woman who says nothing...
Mmm.
I'll believe that when I see it.
'Late-night love songs...'
- We've got tongues wagging, John.
- '..Forever FM. (Forever FM.)'
♪ Feels like... ♪
Don't you love this song?
- Donna Lewis, '95...
- Listen to the words.
- # Of light mists
- And rain is
- # Of pale amber rose
- Pale afternoons
# Feels like
# I'm lost in a deep cloud...
# Of heavenly smell
♪ Touching, discovering you... ♪
Are you laughing?
You're drunk.
- I'm not drunk.
- You're so drunk.
I'm not drunk!
You're not drunk? You're leathered.
- I am a bit.
- You are.
A little bit drunk.
- You're leathered.
- A little bit tiddly. - Steaming!
Nice-drunk.
- Mm-hmm.
- Fluffy.
I'm fluffy-drunk.
Funny. I don't know about
fluffy, but you're funny-drunk.
- Am I?
- Yeah.
Do I make you laugh?
Yeah, you do, very much.
Do I make you happy?
Yeah.
Yeah, you do, very much.
- # I don't want a lot for Christmas... #
- Oh!
Who's that? What? Mariah Carey?
No. It's Elsie.
Oh, no. Oh, no, don't answer it.
Bloody hell, don't answer it.
- Ignore it. Ignore her.
- Should I?
Yes, ignore her. Trust me, ignore her.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- Oh, no. - John, John, John, John...
Hiya. Are you all right?
What's the matter?
Are you all right, Elsie? You sound...
She left her inhaler.
Has she left her inhaler?
I don't know. I don't know!
- Oh, no...
- Hold on a minute.
Oh, yeah, you have, Elsie.
It's here on the floor.
- I've got it.
- Bloody hell.
Wh-what? Don't worry,
John will give it you.
Tell her I'll bring it
in to work in four hours.
Bring it in to work in four...
She says she wants it now.
Christ. We'll be in work in
three hours, can she not wait?
She sounds in a bad
way. She can't breathe.
Good.
I'm...
I'm on my way, tell her.
He's on his way, Elsie.
Sit tight, love. Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be with you in
a bit. OK. I'll tell him.
She said, "Ta very much, and
you've still got to fuck."
All right?
- You'd best go.
- Mmm.
John to the rescue.
My hero.
John the bloody mug, more like.
Well, I'll see you in the morning.
The morning?
I'll pick you up in two hours.
# Don't lead the life
that I left you with
# Listen to the cars call in the rain
# I got so tired of concluding
# That there's nothing for us to conclude
# Oh, Patti, don't look
for certainty in your life
# I've gone where a
lost cause can be found
# And don't feel sorry for lover boy
# You know, he wants
the world to love him
# Then he goes and spoils it all
# Don't feel sorry for lover boy
# He wants the world to love him
♪ Then he goes and
spoils it all for love. ♪