♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?
♪ Heartbeat
♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪
You do it the same. Get it up in the air.
Follow through!
Keep it nice and smooth. See what I mean?
Nick, we're a man short!
I've never played before. I'm not a club member.
Oh, yes you are!
Oh, Eileen! Mum sends her love.
- How is she? - Oh, much better.
She'll be at the party tomorrow.
Good. Come on.
APPLAUSE FROM QUOITS GAME
Ventress tells me he's made you a member of the team?
You better not let us down otherwise you'll have me to deal with
and I could be more difficult than Blaketon.
But he's coming to dinner with my parents tonight.
The match will be over by seven.
It'd better be.
How is it with you? Did you get a result?
- Positive. - Oh, I'm so happy for you both!
Can I tell them? Maggie.
Jean's expecting another baby!
- Congratulations! - Oh, that's lovely!
Let's show Aidensfield we're not a rabble.
Women and children first! Let's have a bit of discipline.
Your friend Donald Smethwick's arrived.
Hey Smethwick! I see your lot is still standing for you?
You must know where the body is buried!
Not you, David. You're not a baby. Wait with the men.
Stay with Dad, love.
♪ Come right back
♪ I just can't bear it
♪ I've got to love and I long to share it
♪ Come right back...
Mum? Aren't you stopping?
Sorry love, I've got to do the refreshments!
Well, I'll see you in the pub after the match.
- Yeah, fine. - Yeah, I mean for a proper chat.
Fine Nicky. Whatever type of chat is, we'll have one.
No avoiding the issue.
- Eh? - I know something's wrong, Mum.
- No. - Yes.
Cause every time I try and talk to you, you change the subject.
Look, I've gotta go. I can't leave Gina.
Well, I'll see you in the pub then.
- I thought you had to go and see Jo. - Oh, not today.
Hey Nicholas, do you want me to show you how to play this game or not?
Mum!
Oh, dear!
♪ Come right back I just can't bear it
Right then, referee's here.
If both teams are present, we can get cracking.
Right. That's nine in each team, plus wives and kids
and Mr. Denton, the wife and Blaketon.
So if we do... what are you looking for?
Butter knife.
Left hand side. I had a bit of a change around.
So if we do five loaves.
We've got those pies and salad...
I'll do it, my dear. I'll probably be quicker.
Take that lot through to the bar, will you, dear?
Don't forget the parsley!
And then come back and put the biscuits out, dear, okay?
Far end, love! Where I put the cloth.
Yes, Ruby. No, Ruby. Anything you say, Ruby.
Sorry, love?
I said I wonder when my Uncle George will be back?
♪ B BUMBLE AND THE STINGERS: Nut Rocker
Come on, my beauty.
Watch the feet, Blaketon!
- Hey, hey, hey! Feet! - No, he's all right. That's a quoit!
Quoit? Nowhere near a quoit!
(GROANS) Come on! Yes!
- No quoit! - You what?
You're miles over!
What are you talking about?
I might have gone over the ...
but I was behind the line when I took it!
Referee?
- No quoit. - Trust you!
I'll be watching you... like a hawk.
Yes!
That was a quoit. Alright, I'll give you that.
First one wasn't.
CROWD: Yes!
Don't worry. I'll get inside that.
Right. Come on, son!
- Gah! - Ah!
Aidensfield nil.
- No quoit! - Jack, that's not like you!
Come on, Nick!
Get nearer. He's about...
... about ten inches short!
Go on, Nick!
Can we have a little bit of quiet. Player's on the trig!
CHEERING
Beginner's luck!
Hey! What about that?
How near do you want to be?
Right, then. That's one!
- Gah! - CROWD: Oh!
There! Not bad.
Now, let's hope they win! Clean one, is it?
Yes.
Give me the other end.
Blimey Gina, what the hell do you think you're playing at?
What?
It's to keep the flies off, not soak the flipping sarnies.
Dear, oh dear!
Damp, I said, not dripping wet.
Blimey, the things your mother never taught you!
So how long do you think you'll be staying then, Ruby?
In Aidensfield, I mean.
Well, for as long as it takes, I suppose.
- For what? - For me to think a few things over.
And don't ask me what cos I'm not gonna tell you.
Course, I might decide to stay permanent.
Great.
Come on. Show us how to do it.
Eh hey! Not bad!
Come on Donald, show us what you're made of.
Very little.
That'll do, lads. Let the man play.
Pathetic!
Just watch where you put your feet, Smethwick.
I thumped you 20 years ago, Claude.
I'll thump you again now, if necessary.
This time, it'll be just you and me and I'll be facing you.
Get on with it.
Watch and learn.
Watch him miss.
Piece of cake!
- This is crazy. - I couldn't help it.
You shouldn't have come.
You've not been in touch for two weeks!
I've been mad with worry.
We can't talk now.
I love you.
Last game, Jack! 15 ahead!
Come on, Bill. Make it a certainty.
Come on, my beauty!
CHEERING
That's it! We've won the cup!
What can you do when bloke plays like that?
I'm sure I've seen him before somewhere...
...but not at Holinsby.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
- Promise you won't be late. - One drink.
Dad's a stickler for punctuality, that's all.
It's only supper with your mum and dad.
I'm looking forward to it.
I haven't told them about Katie.
- Why not? - Or Kate.
I meant to, but the occasion never seemed to arise.
I will. Of course I will. See you at eight!
Jo? Jo?
Jo?
Keep them coming.
Anything for you, darling. Oh, I like a winner.
Makes a man ever so sexy, I always think. Cheers!
- I can't stand it, Maggie. - Patience, Gina. Patience.
Here we are, lads! Compliments of the captain.
Back then, George?
On behalf of us all,
I'd like to offer a special word of thanks to Bill here...
..who I think you all agree, surpassed himself.
- What the devil's going on? - Quoits final.
Holinsby won, as is probably obvious.
- Did you have a good time, then? - Aye, very peaceful.
Should have stayed a bit longer, by the looks of it.
Everything's in the car, so I'll take over, shall I?
Thanks, Eileen. Have you got all her stuff?
Nightie? Teddy? Party dress?
Don't talk to me about that party dress!
She's already had it on three times this afternoon!
- Well, I'll pick you up tomorrow. - About five-ish.
You have a lovely party. Don't eat too much cake.
I'll go and hurry Jack up.
Wait with Auntie Eileen.
Right! Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please, for the moment?
Thank you!
Well, as this is such a special occasion,
I've got a little story for you.
EVERYONE GROANS
Right! Now, there's these two fellas, right, meet up in a pub,
not unlike this one.
First fella, he stood at the bar. And he's got his head on one side.
Like that. See?
Thank you.
A bit of a bent neck. So...
...he says, 'What's up with you? You had an accident or what?'
Fella says 'no'. He says uh...
...no, he says, 'I've always been like this ever since I were a little lad.'
So, first fella says, 'Right, you want to get that sorted!'
- She's still here? - Who?
See you, Alf.
'I'll tell you what you do.'
'Bent neck, it's all in the mind.'
'All in the mind', he says.
'What you're gonna do, when you get home tonight',
'before you go to bed, last thing you do...'
'...you look in the mirror and you say...'
'My neck is straight.'
' Give it a month, your neck will be...'
But we needn't see each other often.
No, it has to be a clean break.
Just every four weeks. Just to talk.
It wouldn't work. Please honey, don't make it even more difficult.
I can't do it to Jean.
You'll always be the girl for me. You know that.
This has to be the last time.
Has to be.
So they cracked the champagne out, pour it out,
the fella who used to have the bad neck,
he grabs hold of the glasses, he says...
'Here's to you, mate. I really owe you one. Cheers!'
LAUGHTER
Worth waiting for, ain't it?
Jean, wait! Jean, stop!
Jean!
What, what's happened. Where has she gone?
Home. She's uh... she felt a bit poorly.
Oh, dear!
It's all right. She said to follow on the coach.
She'll be fine, Eileen. It's just sickness like.
Oh.
Yes, yes of course.
Okay. If you must know, it's a bloke.
- A bloke? - A bloke, yes!
Blimey Nick, I'm not that old!
His name's Ferdinand.
I've been seeing him for six months.
I mean, what else is there to say?
I don't know, Mum. You tell me.
- He wants to move into the flat. - Does he?
Yes. And that's a big step for a little old lady.
Which is why I came away to think it over.
And now I've told you, can I go, please?
Mum.
Look. I really do like him and that, but he's...
...you know.
No. I don't know, mum, not unless you tell me.
Well, he can be possessive.
He's got a bit of a temper.
Apart from that, he's lovely.
Mum, what exactly are you trying to say?
Sometimes, he sort of flares up.
He forgets himself.
What? He hits you?
Mum?
Not all the time. Only when he's had a drop too much.
And you're feeling about living with him?
I'm lonely, Nick.
And I'm not getting any younger.
It could be my last chance of happiness.
Happiness? I can't believe what I'm hearing.
You've got to get rid of him, mum.
You're a strong woman. You don't need someone like that in your life!
I suppose not, but I'm...
Do you want me to speak to him? Come down to London with you?
No!
Tonight's the night, eh? Meeting the parents!
Look, I can do me own dirty work, thank you very much!
So what you're telling me is that this man shouldn't have been playing?
- He's not a club member. - Codswallop!
Excuse me! But he plays for Dale Cross.
We've just phoned to confirmed it. He's their champion player.
Imported by Smethwick to fiddle us out of the cup.
Codswallop!
Come on, admit it!
You've been caught out by a couple of lads who are a bit sharper than you are.
In which case, they should be disqualified.
In which case, they've not won the cup! We have!
Alright, alright! That's enough!
Bill Ashby lives in Holinsby.
Now, you ask anyone! He moved in six months ago.
It's alright. That's enough, Mr. Smethwick!
Right, Mr. Ashby. Tell me one thing.
Are you or are you not still a member of Dale Cross Quoits Club?
Aye. I am.
Well, he'll be joining soon as we've had our committee meeting!
You should have had it last week, then, shouldn't you mate!
Come on, Blaketon! He's not a member, he can't play.
That's a formality!
It's not a formality, I'm afraid, Mr. Smethwick!
If this man is not yet a member of your club,
he shouldn't have played!
GENERAL SHOUTING
♪ Bring It On Home To Me: Sam Cooke
♪ If you ever change your mind
♪ About leaving, leaving me behind
♪ Oh, bring it to me
♪ Bring your sweet loving
♪ Bring it on home to me
On you get.
Aren't you lucky, going on a big bus?
Are you sure it's still all right?
Ah, of course it is. Karen's talked of nothing else.
But if Jean's feeling unwell...
She's just feeling a little bit queasy, that's all.
As a matter of fact, she's expecting another baby!
Really?
She got the results back this morning, didn't she, Jack?
Aye.
Oh, congratulations! That's wonderful!
Come on, Katie.
Alright. You be a good girl!
There we go. Bye!
Hey! Where do you think you're going?
There's a bit of do at their clubhouse.
I think I'm in with a chance.
Nice to meet you, Dick.
Nick, Dad!
We've heard so much about you from Jo!
- Red or white? - I'll stick with beer, please.
I'll get some.
Well, this is very pleasant!
Sit down, Nick!
Jo tells me you've been playing quoits!
Yes.
- Very much a local tradition. - I believe so, yes.
Cos you're not local yourself.
I believe Jo said you're from London.
That's right.
Graham's got a sister in London, haven't you, Graham?
- Highgate. - Oh, nice!
Say, what part of London are you from, Nick?
Hackney.
Really?
- Here you are. - Oh, thanks.
Well. Cheers, everybody!
Cheers.
♪ SILENCE IS GOLDEN: The Tremeloes
♪ Oh don't it hurt deep inside
♪ To see someone do something to her
♪ Oh don't it pain to see someone cry
♪ Oh especially when someone is her
♪ Silence is golden
♪ But my eyes still see
♪ Silence is golden, golden
♪ But my eyes still see
That's Jean!
What's she doing stopped there?
Jack?
I'll go and see if she's all right.
♪ How could she tell he deceived her so well
Come on, love.
Come on, open the window.
I know what you must be thinking.
Go to hell!
Right, lads! No glum faces on my bus.
We're not to be send off. We lost on a technicality.
Jim, get that crate of brown ale out from the back!
CHEERING
Can one of you ladies come through, please? I'm rushed off my feet!
- Bar, Gina! - Why don't you go?
Excuse me, but in case you hadn't noticed, I'm knee deep in suds here.
Yeah, and I'm putting plates away!
I'll go!
Too many people in this kitchen anyway!
Well, it's not my fault if people keep moving things around
and putting things in ridiculous places.
I beg your pardon?
I'm just sick of being bossed around.
Well, I should go and help George, dear. I can finish off!
Good!
ALL ON BUS: ♪ You are my sunshine
♪ My only sunshine
♪ You make me happy
♪ When skies are grey
♪ You'll never know, dear
Why didn't you tell me she was pregnant?
I couldn't.
Please, Annie, look at me.
♪ You are my sunshine
♪ My only sunshine ♪
Look out, Dad!
SCREAMING
Marlene?
I'm gonna get help.
You all right, mate?
Yeah...
Stay there, Marlene.
Try not to move!
Hey. Look after him.
I'll get you out.
Stay calm!
You all right, lad, eh?
You all right?
What about my dad?
Look after your mum.
Eh? You look after your mum.
I'll try the emergency door.
Mum?
I'll get help, everybody!
It'll be all right. Stay calm! I'm gonna get help.
Keep an eye on him.
Yeah. Look after him.
So, really and truly...
...what it boils down to is you're a good, old-fashioned village bobby!
- That's right. - That's wonderful!
Absolutely.
Start at the bottom and work your way up is the best way.
Yes. And he's taking his sergeant's exams
later on this year, aren't you, Nick?
Yeah, thinking about it.
You told me you were definitely doing them.
Yeah, well, I can't make up my mind.
I mean, I love my job as it is.
Why get promoted to something I might not enjoy nearly so much?
Money. Intellectual stimulation.
I mean, how long have you been a constable, that's the first question?
- About eight years. - He started off at the Met.
And what made you come to Aidensfield, of all places?
He wanted to get out of London.
Jo, really! I think Nick can speak for himself!
Oh, no, Jo's right. We did want to get out of London.
That was the main reason.
More wine, Mum?
No, thank you, darling. Yes?
Well, the reason we moved to this particular area
was because my wife was brought up here.
You didn't tell me Nick was married.
Didn't I?
She died 18 months ago of leukaemia.
Her name was Kate.
Oh, dear!
I'm so very sorry.
GROANING WITH PAIN
- Have you phoned for help? - Eh?
Go phone 999!
I haven't got a phone.
Find one! QUICK!
Right. Right.
(MURMURING)
It's okay, everybody! Somebody's gone for help.
Delicious, darling.
Mum, it's only fruit salad!
Do you cook, Nick? Not much I suppose, being on your own.
Oh, I have a go now and then. Quite enjoy it.
Not that Katie appreciates my effort very much!
Custard is about all she really likes, isn't it, Jo?
Custard, baked beans and bread soldiers.
Yes...
I'm terribly sorry, but I...
I thought you said your wife was dead.
Well, Katie's my daughter.
You've got a daughter, too?
How old is she?
18 months.
Great.
Super age.
I'll get some coffee, shall I?
I'm the proud of a beautiful daughter, Mr. Weston.
That's something we have in common, at least.
You go first. There's a brave boy, aren't you?
Be careful there. Careful! That's it!
You just wait there.
Okay. Everybody!
I'll try and guide you through.
It's safe. This door's jammed. It won't fall on you.
We'll get you off, one by one.
Come on! Well done, mate. Well done.
Donald Smethwick's face!
I can't stand people who try to fiddle!
Dial 999!
You've got to dial 999!
- What's happened? - It's gone down t'bank.
You've got to get an ambulance!
Now then, Mr. Mould. Take a deep breath and start again.
The Holinsby coach has crashed on Skipley Moor.
Oh, no!
Hurry up!
Mum, I know you don't approve
but there's no need to make it quite so obvious.
He's a nice boy.
I just wish you've told us about the complications, that's all!
What complications?
The fact that he's been married! That he's got a child!
- Mum! PHONE RINGS
Hello?
Right.
What?
There's been a coach crash. The quoits team.
It's all right. Katie and Eileen went by car.
No, they were both on the coach.
GROANING AND CRYING
Hang on, everybody.
Emergency services are on their way.
Any minute now.
Over here. Quick!
Hold on, Jack.
- You've got to help Annie. - Hold on, Jack.
Not me! Annie!
Argh!
Katie! Katie!
Nick!
Katie?
Where's Katie?
She wasn't on the coach. She went by car.
Jean's parked on the moors, she went with her.
Well...
What do we do now?
Better sit and wait till she comes back, I suppose.
Ha!
As evenings go, not exactly a great success.
We did our best.
But there wasn't a lot in common.
No...
Why doesn't she tell us about his wife?
That's Jo for you.
- She looked most uneasy all evening! - Mmm.
I mean, there's nothing wrong with him.
No. Very pleasant in fact!
But as you say...
...not a lot in common.
Not serious though, is it?
No!
I expect he's the only eligible young man in the place.
I mean, Aidensfield's tiny!
I suppose we can't very well go home, can we?
It'd look a bit heartless.
I mean, in case anything's happened to the child...
Yes.
Mrs. Potts, I'll be with you next.
Okay, sir. You'll be fine.
Claude, over here.
What do you want?
I need you to go and sit with the driver.
Who, me?
Claude, he's trapped underneath the steering wheel.
Look, he's very cold. You need to keep him warm.
Cover him with your coat or something and lots of reassurance.
- Can't you find somebody else? - Please!
- I know you know who it is. - Claude!
It's a good job it's you.
I've been sent to see if you're all right?
I was until your ugly mug showed up.
Is there owt you like me to do?
Aye! Go away.
She said you're probably freezing cold.
Would you like me to put my coat over you?
Over my dead body! I'm not having that stinking thing near me.
I knew that would be your attitude!
- Wait! - What?
Can you see my lad anywhere?
He's up on the bank. He's all right.
What about my wife? Can you see her?
Aye. She's there, an' all. She's alright.
Look, I know you're trapped but are you in any real pain?
There's only one pain around here and I'm talking to it!
I knew you wouldn't see me as a Florence Nightingale.
FIRE BRIGADE BELL
Watch yourself down this bank!
INSTRUCTIONS FROM RADIO
You got everything, George?
Aye. I hope so.
Thanks for coming about Katie.
Nick insisted. He knew how worried you'd be!
He's a good son, Jo. He really is!
Come on then. Let's get up there, shall we!
This is Dr. Wilby, sarge.
Right, I'm the officer in charge.
There's a man on the coach needs urgent attention.
You'll be able to go and see her in the hospital.
Look, I'm sure everything will be fine.
Can I help, Ruby?
Yeah. You can help me do these teas.
- I'm sorry. - What for?
In the pub, you know.
Oh, go on. Expect I was being a pain as usual, eh.
Good luck, Donald!
You behave yourself with those pretty nurses, eh?
- Shall I take over? - No, no, I'm okay.
Dr. Wilby's going to put up a drip to make you more comfortable, Jack, okay.
(Keep him conscious.)
We'll have you out there in no time, Jack.
Jack? Jack...
I've never seen a road accident before, Mr. Blaketon.
I've been driving 40 years.
Hey, I've got a tow rope on t'truck. That should pull it out.
They're not trying to pull it up, Mr. Mould.
They're trying to stop it slipping.
Eh?
They're trying to stop it slipping.
Sarge. Over here.
Would you do something for me?
Yeah, of course.
Would you go and see Jean.
Tell her what happened.
I'd like it to come personally.
As soon as we get you to the hospital.
Will you give her a message?
Yeah.
Tell her I'm sorry.
She'll know what I mean.
I'm sorry. I'll make it up to her.
Right.
Tell her tonight. It's important.
Come on you. Wake up.
You're not allowed to go to sleep yet.
- Come on. - Annie.
I love her, you know.
Annie...
It's gonna be all right, Jack.
He's bleeding more than ever.
Jack? Jack...
He's gone.
There's nothing we can do for him now.
- Both asleep? - Yeah.
- How are you feeling? - Okay, thanks.
Sure?
We had a silly tiff.
I'm a bit upset, that's all.
Well, he'll be back in a minute.
And I'm sure you'll want to be on your own to make it up.
What is it they say?
Never let the sun go down on your wrath.
I know.
Night, Eileen. I won't let it spoil tomorrow. I promise!
Night.
It's going to be all right.
It'll be okay.
Jack's dead.
I'll have to go and tell Jean.
Do you want me to come with you?
No. No.
I'll see you back at the house.
Well, you can have a look at her,
but only if you promise not to wake her up.
Jean...
I'm afraid I've got some...
...some bad news.
There's been an accident.
The coach went off the road up on Skipley Moor.
The coach?
Do you want to sit down a minute?
Is Jack all right?
Look, there's no easy way to say this.
I'm afraid he died before we could get him to hospital.
I'm very sorry.
Jack?
They did all they could.
- I must go to him. - Jean!
No, I'm sorry.
I've got to be with him!
Nick? What's happened?
The coach crashed on the way back to Holinsby.
Jack's been killed.
Jean. No!
I'm all right.
Nick's gonna take me to the hospital.
I was in t'pub in a twinkling. Never gone so fast in all my life.
Round corners on two wheels.
In the end, it weren't fast enough, were it?
Not for poor Jack Abbot.
Stop worrying, Bertie! You did your best.
Without you, goodness knows what would've happened.
You're right Bernie.
Do you realize, Bertie, you're the hero of the hour.
- Eh? - I said you...
Let's go and have a drink.
Okay?
Look, Jean.
I know this isn't the right time to tell you, but
when I was sitting with Jack, he gave me a message for you.
He asked me to tell you that he was sorry.
He said you'd know what he meant.
Let's get you home, Jean.
It wasn't him any more, was it?
No.
He just wasn't there.
He's gone.
But I feel I ought to stay with him.
I know. But it's best to go home.
Did he...
...say anything about her?
Was there a message for her, as well?
I'm sorry?
It's all my fault!
If it hadn't been for me,
he wouldn't be on the coach in the first place.
Bed. that's what you need! A good night sleep.
And you, young David.
KNOCK AT DOOR - Oh, what now?
KNOCKING
Is everything alright?
- Yes, Mum! - What about Nick's little girl?
We waited and waited, but in the end we simply had to come and find out.
She's fine!
Look, we're shattered. Perhaps you could just run me home, okay.
- Come on, Fiona. - I'll just get my jacket.
I'm Nick's mum, by the way.
Hello, Annie.
I wondered if anyone has told you about Jack.
Yes.
I was with him when he died.
At the very end, he said...
Donald's my husband, Mr. Rowan. Not Jack.
Anything that's to be said about Jack needs to be said to his wife, not me.
Now then, Mr. Smethwick.
According to you, you only had one pint of beer last night.
Now, I find that very hard to believe.
Not in the habit of lying.
Bellamy? You were on the coach.
He didn't seem drunk, sarge.
Well, I wouldn't, would I, because I don't drink and drive.
How many more times?
Mr. Smethwick.
There's just been a very serious road accident.
In which one man was killed and two others seriously injured.
Aye. And I'm one of them!
You've no right to come here pestering me, the state I'm in.
Except that you were the driver of the vehicle.
And that means you could be charged with dangerous driving,
even manslaughter.
I told you.
I swerved to avoid a sheep.
It was an accident, pure and simple.
Did you see a sheep?
No sarge. I wasn't really looking. I was...
You were what?
Talking to a young lady, sarge.
I'll be back, Mr. Smethwick. You can count on that.
What are you doing here, Greengrass?
Don't you start!
I don't wanna be here, it's that Bernie Scripps' idea.
He feels guilty.
He thinks it's our fault that Smethwick crash that flaming coach.
Because he can't come, so it's down to Muggins!
First bed on the left, Claude.
You deserve each other.
By heck, Donald!
What a chance to get me own back for the thumping you gave me!
Nurse!
RUBY AND GINA LAUGHING
It looks as if Gina's made up the quarrel.
Nice of her to give her flowers.
Mind you, it never would have work, her and your mum doing the bar together.
Gina's got too used to doing things her own way.
- Nick? - Hmm?
You've got to stop thinking about it. It's over and done with.
I know. I know.
This sort of thing lives with you afterwards, doesn't it.
Sitting with a dying man and having to tell his wife.
I'm not very good at it.
It would be difficult for anyone.
CAR HORN
Come here!
Bye-bye, Jo.
Keep your eye on that boy of mine for me, yeah.
Say mum, what are you gonna do when you get back to London?
Give Ferdinand the boot.
Ring me and tell me you've done it. Thanks mum.
Blimey. You don't trust me one little bit, do you!
I don't want you made unhappy, that's all, mum.
Man like that ain't worth it.
Taking advice from my young son, Bernie, about me love life!
I ask you. It must be old age.
Bye-bye, darling.
- Yeah, ta-ra, mum! - Thanks for a lovely time!
Bye!
She's lovely!
Wish my mum was like that.
- Don't be silly! - I do.
She's so nice and kind and easy and...
...my mum's...
Well, you met her!
What a fiasco that was.
- That wasn't too bad. - It was! It was awful!
I wish I'd told them about you beforehand.
It was just so embarrassing!
The meal was nice, though.
I don't care about the meal! I don't even remember eating it!
I tell you what.
Ten years from now, we'll be laughing about this.
I doubt it.
Did you say, ten years from now?
Well, if we still know each other.
Yeah, if.
Come here!
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♪ Why does a love kiss stay in my memory? ♪
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