02x05 - Not a Bad Lad, Dad

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♪ I could be so good for you

♪ Love you like you want me to

♪ I could be so good for you

♪ Love you like you want me to ♪

- Right, ta.
- My pleasure, Terry.

You help me, I help you.

That has always been my philosophy in life.
Never let me down.

If the rest of the people
in this world behaved that...

- What's the matter?
- You've only given me a bleedin' lift.

A favour sowed
is a favour reaped, Terry.

Oh, my gawd.
I'm getting out before you started...

Who's that, then?

How would I know?
See you later?

Up the Winchester.
And don't forget that job.

- Yeah, all right. Ta-ra.
- Ta-ta.

Are you Terry McCann,
mister?

Yeah, that's right.
Who are you?

Peter Sharp.
My mam told me to give you this.

- What is it?
- It's a letter.

- I can see that. What's it about?
- Don't know. My mam didn't say.

Well, I'd better have a look,
then, eh?

Er...
where's your mum now?

Don't know.

- Where's your dad?
- Don't know.

My mam says
you're my Uncle Terry.

Well, better go in, then,
eh?

Come on, then. Bung your stuff in there
for the time being.

- What did you say your name was?
- Peter Sharp.

- And your mum's Beryl?
- Aye.

- Don't you know my mam, then?
- Oh, yeah. Sort of.

- But if you're my Uncle Terry...
- Listen. I'm...

I'm gonna have a cup of tea.
Feel like one?

I don't mind, ta.

Well, sit down.
Make yourself comfortable.

How did your mum know
where I live?

Don't know.

How did you get
down here, exactly?

By train from Warrington,
my mam brought me.

Why didn't she wait to say hello?

Don't know. She said
she had to go and see a mate.

- Who's that?
- Mary.

She is an old mate of my mam's...
so my mam says.

I bet you don't know
where she lives. Do you?

My mam didn't say.

Oh, love.
Not again.

How do, kid.

Come in and tell us all about it.

Are you hungry?

No, it's all right.

Listen, if you're hungry, say so.

Well, I wouldn't mind a butty,
please.

- "Butty"?
- Aye, please, if that's all right.

That's a sandwich, innit? Yeah,
I think I can rustle that up.

That's all I've got at the moment.
That do?

Ta, Uncle Terry.

- How old are you, Pete?
- I was nine last month.

Yeah?
You always lived in Warrington?

Aye. But you must know that,
being my uncle and everything.

Yeah, but I haven't been in touch.
I thought you might have moved.

No, we've always lived in
Warrington.

This is the first time
I've been away.

Your... dad.
Still at home, is he?

He weren't at home when I left.

So, he definitely doesn't know
you're down here?

My mam didn't say.

Go on. Go on.

You're not gonna stand for that,
are you, Terence?

I already have.
He's there, in' he.

Him, a father!
Can you imagine?

- Something wrong with that notion?
- That is ridiculous!

No, I mean, Terry, you a father...
it's not natural.

Am I some kind of freak
or something?

No, no, no, no. I'm referring
to your erratic lifestyle,

your total lack of ambition,

your cavalier attitude
to matters domestic.

It don't make you favourite
for the fatherhood stakes, do it?

Look, that kid has not been out
of black-pudding land,

and correct me if I'm wrong
you have never been north of Barnet.

There is no way you could have sired him.
Apart from everything else!

- Everything else what?
- You tell him, will you?

It's some loony bird trying a con.
Am I right or am I wrong?

It's smelling a bit, Tel.
Long-lost kid, nine years out of your past.

- Got to be a bit dodgy, in' it.
- See? It's not possible.

Listen. When I was fighting,
I did go into that manor,

and for a couple of days, I had a thing
with a bird up there.

Do you know what her name was?

Beryl?

- How long was you up there?
- Like I said, a few days.

There you go, then.

A bird lets you do the business as soon
as you meet. Next day, someone else.

I tell you, Terry - you're standing
for the three-card trick.

All I'm saying is,
it is possible, right?

- Well, where's the kid now?
- At home watching telly.

See? He's had the kid a few hours.
He's already leaving it on its own.

Oh, great! I thought it would help,
talking to somebody.

Of course it would, Terry,
of course it would.

Who better to talk to than your
two close friends - Dave and myself?

Look, take the advice of wiser heads
than yours - dump him.

Dump him?

I don't mean dump him in the river.
Send him down to welfare.

They have people who deal
with that sort of thing.

Wet-liberal brigade.
Love it, don't they?

Yeah, how come she tells the kid
you're his uncle,

but tells you you're his old man?

Well, he thinks someone else
is his dad, didn't he?

I suppose, if he learned you was his dad,
it would upset him.

I mean, discovering, like.
Upset any kid, wouldn't it?

Well, it don't matter who his dad is.
I'm lumbered with him, right?

No, you not.
Not if you do what I say.

- No, I can't do that.
- Why not?

Well, you've got to feel
a bit sorry for him, haven't you?

I told you - we're not having that kid
here as well!

I know, but she knows.
You've seen the state she's in.

We've only got one bedroom,
for Christ's sake!

Look, I don't mind her staying
for a few days until she finds a place.

And how's she supposed to find somewhere
to live in this bloody town in a few days?

- Is my dinner ready?
- No, it bloody isn't.

Come on, love.
Let's get this case unpacked.

What you mean you can't?
You've already left him alone.

So what's a few hours
this evening?

Look, I won't get out of
that boozer till after midnight.

Well, he can watch
the late-night movie on TV.

Oh, lovely! You are the one who is having
a go at me about leaving him before.

No, no, no.
I wasn't.

I was simply pointing out to you
your unsuitability in the role of paterfamilias.

- Pater what?
- Look,

I've promised the man you'd be there,
and you promised me.

Be fair. I mean, I've got my reputation
for reliability to consider.

Oh, I can't just leave him alone
in a strange flat.

Strange? It's not strange.
Modest, perhaps.

- Oh, you know what I mean.
- And what about the money?

You've got to earn.

If you are bent on being a family man,
you have got to provide for your dependants.

All right.
You can lend us a few bob.

I only wish I could, Terry.
I only wish I could.

But I've got a slight cash-flow
problem on the moment.

I'll tell you what...
take him with you.

- He's nine.
- Well, I'll talk to the guv'nor.

He can stick him near the office.

He'll enjoy it - all that music
and excitement.

All right. But give us a sub
for groceries.

Of course. Of course.
Would I see you without?

There you go.

And now you've got some money,
you can buy me a drink.

- You been all right?
- Aye. Thanks, Uncle Terry.

I've got some grub for you.
You must be starving.

- Don't mind frozen, do you?
- I like it better warmed up.

There you go.
They ain't got any crisps.

Ta, Uncle Terry.

- Are you all right?
- Aye. It's a bit noisy, though. Yes?

Yeah. You have boozers like this up
your end, don't you?

Pubs with music and dancing...
all that.

I don't really like pubs.

My dad goes to pubs.

Are we gonna be here much longer,
Uncle Terry?

Well, it's like I was trying
to explain to you earlier.

It's a sort of job, you see.
It's what I do.

All I see you do is stand around.
Funny job, innit?

Yeah, well,

when you grow up you'll find out
that some people have to do funny jobs.

I have to do this.

See, I make sure these people
behave themselves.

- Like a policeman?
- No.

Well, sort of.
In a way, yeah.

Terry!

Listen. I've got to go and mingle
for a bit. Will you be all right?

- Aye.
- Terry!

Terry!

I thought for a moment
you hadn't shown.

What are you doing here?

- Checking up on me?
- No, no.

No, no,
I knew you wouldn't let me down.

No, I've come to get your fee.
Make sure you didn't get striped.

- You know?
- Oh, yeah. I know.

- Is that him?
- Yeah, that's him. Yeah.

Don't look much like you, do he?

Well, go on.
Tell him who I am.

Peter, this is a friend of mine,
Arthur.

- Hello, Pete.
- Hello.

Peter.

You look a bright young lad.

Terry's been telling me all about you.
Haven't you, Terry?

Your mother been having a bit
of a lark, has she?

- Bit of a girl, is she?
- Me mam?

"Me mam"?
Oh, your mum!

What's it all about, Peter?

Peter, you stay there for a minute,
eh?

A word in your shell-like.

Ooh. Very Sistine.

- Now, listen. Just turn it in.
- Turn what in?

Oh, comon Arthur,
you know what I'm talking about.

I was just trying to be nice to a little lad.
Is there something wrong with that?

Yeah, just leave it out.
No questions.

Look, Terry,
what's going with you?

You're not seriously considering
keeping hold of the kid, are you?

- Well, until I sort it out, yes.
- Sort it out? What?

- You mean find his mother?
- I suppose so.

Terence, Terence, you are a minder,
not a bloody detective.

Look, she's lobbed the kid at you
and run. She's a crank.

Now, just let me ask the lad
a few questions.

Remember - I have children my own.
I know how the young mind works.

No. Thanks a lot,
but I'll sort it out my way.

..

Just trying to help,
but if that is your attitude...

It is. See you later.

Half a lager, Tony.

I'm sure he'll be alright.

You hardly know this fella love.
I mean people change in 9 years.

No,
Terry was a nice lad.

- I know he'll understand.
- Still an old love.

No, but I didn't know
what else to do.

You could have brought him here.

Well, you can give him a ring.
You've got the number, haven't you?

- Oh, yeah.
- Well, go on, then.

But what if Terry answers?

You don't have to tell him
where you are.

Just ask if Peter's all right and say
you'll see him as soon as you can.

- Do you think I should?
- Yes, I do.

There's no answer.

Well, perhaps he's taken him
to the pictures or somewhat.

'Rocking out on super sounds,
boys and girls.

So, don't get hung over.
Just hang loose...'

Come on, Terry.
Get them out.

Yeah, all right.
I'll see you.

- Watch it, stupid.
- It was you who bumped into me.

Oh, 'It was you
who bumped into me'?

Little b*stard.

- Who do you reckon his tailor is?
- Sainsbury's, is not it?

At least I don't wear earrings.
Only girls wear earrings.

Mouthy little bleeder!
I'll give you a slap.

If you slap anyone, try me.

- You all right, Peter?
- Aye, Uncle Terry.

What's this - big Uncle Terry
coming to the rescue?

Shut your mouth,
Sunny,

or I'll squeeze all your pimples.
Now, on your bike. Both of you.

Now, liten,
I told you...

I wonder if the kid'll grow up to be
as big a pillock as his uncle.

Do you think
you should have phoned again?

Yeah,
I suppose I should.

- Just to reassure yourself.
- Yeah, I will.

- About Ronnie, Beryl...
- What?

Will he find out
where you've come?

Oh, I don't see how he could.
He'll never think I've come to London.

He's found you before.

Come on, then. Wakey-wakey.
Come and get it.

Come on. It'll get cold.
Oh, put a pair of strides on.

- Strides?
- Trousers.

And bung your shirt on.
You can wash later if you want.

- Well, come on, then.
- Aye, Uncle Terry.

Selfishness.

Selfishness and ingratitude.

Lumbered with your lumbar, eh?
Terrible thing.

Do you know what he said
when I phoned him?

No, but I'm sure
you're gonna tell me.

"Hump it yourself.
The exercise'll do you good."

Bloody .....

Yeah, well, help is hard to find
these days.

20, 40, 60. That's 260.

Oh, gawd.

There you go, Arthur,
and thanks.

Oh, favour sown, Dave.
Favour sown.

I only wish a certain person
would appreciate that.

You can hardly have the kid with you
when you're shifting suspect parcels.

Suspect? There's nothing suspect
about this lot.

I told you - the geezer got it in lieu
of a bad debt.

I know what you told me, Arthur,
and your word is bonded - right?

Hello?

Hello, Terry.
Is that you?

- Yeah. Who's that?
- It... It's Beryl.

- Peter's mum?
- Is he all right?

Oh, yeah, wonderful.
He's all right.

Listen. Hadn't we better
have a chat about this?

I'm... Oh, no. I'm...
I'm sorry, Terry. I can't.

He's all right.

Sod it.

- That was your mum.
- Me mum. What did she say?

Not a lot.

Is she coming for me?
Did she say, uncle Terry?

Well, no, not exactly.
Not just yet.

She asked after you
and all that.

Aye.

I'll tell you what.
Shall we go out somewhere?

- Where?
- I don't know.

We'll think of something.

Arthur.
Hang on a minute.

Listen, Arthur, I told you,
I'm busy today.

So what am I,
contagious all of a sudden?

I can't pay a friendly visit?

I'm not humping
dodgy booze about either.

Dodgy booze?! You're beginning
to sound like Dave.

No, no, no.
That's all done and delivered.

So, what do you want,
then?

- I don't want anything.
- Oh, come on.

- You don't make social visits.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Look, I told you, I came round for
nothing but a friendly call

- but, since you bring it up...
- Oh, here we go.

I had a bell from the geezer
who runs the disco boozer

you were working
last night.

He told me about
that little to-do you had.

- And?
- Very impressed. Very impressed.

Ooh, by the way,
your... your wages.

Here we are.
Less that sub.

And he wants to know
whether you'd like to do it regular.

- No way.
- As your manager, I said yes.

- No.
- It doesn't have to be permanent basis,

but I didn't let him
know that.

So, until things pick up,
it'd be bread and butter money.

- No, Arthur.
- So what do you say?

- No. N-O.
- Don't be evasive.

- I've got to tell the geezer.
- Look, I told you when you rang, right.

I am not leaving him alone anymore.
Not until I sort it out.

I'm certainly not taking him back
to that boozer after last night.

You are being very silly, Terence.

Very silly indeed
holding onto him like that.

Look,

how do you know you're not letting yourself
in for some abduction charges?

Do leave off.

And where are you gonna start
looking for this mother of his?

She phoned up a while ago.

- Maybe she'll call back.
- Oh, she rang?

And didn't declare where she is?

She sounded a big upset.

She's upset?
I'm upset!

About your stupidity.

I mean, it's not as if there's
anything in it for us...

- What do you reckon, then?
- It's good, innit?

Oh, there's been a few people
dubbed up in there.

What does that mean:
dubbed up?

Well, tucked up.
Locked. In prison.

Look - there's Traitors' Gate.

While she was still Princess,

Qween Elizabeth I was imprisoned
in t'bell tower by Queen Mary.

She sat on t'steps of
Traitors' Gate.

It were raining, but she sat on t'steps
and refused to budge.

- Is that a fact?
- Aye.

There's ravens in t'Tower,
you know.

Oh, yeah, lots of 'em.

They've always been there,

since t'Tower were built
over 900 years ago.

A legend say's t'Tower'll crumble
if they leave,

but they've got their wings
clipped, so it's unlikely, innit?

Well, absolutely, yeah.

It's great, innit?

Yeah, it's all right.

Listen, if you've never been
out of Warrington,

how come you know
so much about this?

My favourite subject at school,
English history.

Especially London, cos it's where
most of it were made.

Look!

Listen.
About your dad...

Sound silly,
but I've never met him, you see.

I mean, I haven't seen your mum
for years, either.

They used to have bear-baiting
over there.

The Clink prison were close by,

where t'bishops of Winchester
used to keep their prisoners.

It were burnt down by rioters
200 years ago.

Pity they can't do the same with
Wandsworth and the Scrubs. Eh?

Nothing.

Listen. What's your dad's name?

Ronnie.

Is he all right, is he?

He hits my mam.

- Does he hit you?
- Aye, sometimes.

Is that why you come down here?

Cos he knocks you about?

He and my mam had a fight,
t'night before.

You must not take too much notice
of Bob, love.

He's never got over the shock of
losing our Billy,

and he gets upset
when kids are about.

Especially as your Peter's the same age
as our Billy would have been.

It's all right, Mary.
Don't go on about it.

It's not that he don't like kids.
Just the opposite.

There's not enough room in the flat.

I understand, Mary.
Honest.

Well, you're welcome to stay
as long as you like, love.

Yeah.

Do you know if your mum's
got enough readies?

Readies?

Has she got enough money?

I don't think she has much.
The fares up to London were dear.

- Don't you mean "down"?
- No. We always say "up".

"Oop". Well,
it don't really matter, does it?

I suppose not.

Have you got any other relations
in Warrington?

There were only Gran.
She died about two year ago.

You're not really
my uncle, are you?

What makes you say that?

Well, my mam never mentioned you
until we were coming up here.

Well, no,
I'm not a blood relation.

But your mum and me we were, well,
very good friends a long time ago.

Were that before I were born?

Yeah.

Yeah, that was before you were born.

I think we should go out this evening,
get you out yourself.

Do I have to keep calling you
Uncle Terry, Uncle Terry?

Nah, just call me Terry.
That's more friendly, innit?

- Hello, Beryl?
- Beryl? Who's Beryl lover boy?

- Who's that?
- Well that's very flattering.

Penny, it's you. Hello. No, no.
I was expecting someone else.

Yes, I know.
Beryl.

Yeah, well it's not
another bird.

Well, it is a bird,
but it's not what you think.

Listen. I've got a few days' leave,
so if you're not otherwise engaged...

Yeah, smashing.
Yeah.

The only thing is, there's someone
else staying here.

A boy.
A young boy.

Terry,
what are you trying to say?

No, no, leave it out. No.

He's
a sort of relation, I suppose.

- Sort of?
- Yeah.

I'll explain it when
you get here.

Well, I've got to go home
and change first.

So, about eight, say?

OK, fine.
Ta-ta.

Trouble is, most of the cheaper ones
don't want kids.

And bedsits can be pretty horrible.

Look, don't worry about it.
I can help you out with some money.

Beryl?

What? I'm sorry.

I was saying:
don't worry about the money.

Me and Mary have a bit put by.
We'll help.

No. Oh, it's very kind.
I'm very grateful.

But you've done enough as it is.

Maybe I ought to go back.

And have that bloody swine
bash you about again?

....

Well, I don't know what I'm gonna
do.

You're staying here till you've
sorted yourself out.

That's what you're gonna do.

Now, what about Peter?
Do you wanna try ringing him again?

No. Not tonight.
It'll only upset me again.

He's all right.

Terry said he was.

- So, what are you gonna do?
- Dunno.

Not much I can do.

Well, you can hardly
keep him with you. Can you?

No, I suppose not.

Seems like a nice kid.

Yeah, he's all right,
as it happens.

What if his mother doesn't ring
again, or come round?

Well, I dunno.

You'll have
to contact the authorities.

- Yeah.
- No, really.

Yeah, I know.
I know.

Do you think he really is your son?

Well, it is possible, innit?

I don't think I'd better stay
tonight.

- Why not?
- Well...

He's all right. He'll be
in the living room, asleep.

No.
I don't think I'd better.

- Oh, come on, Pen.
- No.

What about the noise?

- I don't make any noise.
- No, but I do.

True.

True.

- Woo!
- Are you all right?

Great. I haven't had so much fun
since my last emergency practice

- Your what?
- In case of a crash.

- Where do they get their energy?
- It's called youth.

- You're gonna have to do something.
- Yeah, I suppose so.

Is his home on the phone?

- No. No.
- Anyway, that would be nice

I phone up, and the geezer who's
supposed to be his father answers.

No. Anyway, I think it's him
they're running away from.

Oi, Terry!

Ooh!

All right. Come on. Second half.
I'm in goal.

I'm not playing against a girl.
It wouldn't be fair.

We'll see about that, young man.
Come on.

I think we've got company.

Ooh!

Hang on a minute.

- Have you been following me, sunbean?
- Not following. Tracking, Terry. Tracking.

- So, how come you tracked me down here?
- Well, you weren't at home.

And you're skint,
with a lad on your hands.

Where else could you take him
where it wouldn't cost?

- Very clever.
- Oh, logic has always been my forte.

- Over here.
- Your what?

What's...
Penny doing here?

- Got a few days' leave.
- And she wastes it doing this?

- Well, then. What do you want?
- I need help shifting a load.

No, no, it's not the booze.
That's done. I told you.

No, it's water-damaged umbrellas
I've done a trade with.

- Water-damaged umbrellas?
- So it says on the invoice.

- Invoice? You?
- Imported foreign rubbish.

I've got it at the lock-up.

- Came in last night.
- I bet it did. Late last night.

The poin is, it's got to be delivered
to its new owner today.

I've arranged with Des to pick up
a transit at the garage.

It'll only take a
couple of hours.

- I'm busy.
- Oh, yeah?

Too busy to pick up 20 sovs
for a few hours' collar?

- I'm sorry, mate. I promised.
- All right, all right. 30.

I'm cutting into my profit margins,
but I need someone I can trust.

And don't tell me
you don't need the dough.

You, er,
found his mother yet?

No, not yet. No.

So, you're still having to feed him.
That costs money.

Anyway, Penny can look after him
while you do this job.

All right, but they're
coming with us.

Oh, no, Terry. I can't be doing
with all that aggro.

Bloody hell!

I didn't know you played.

Back it up to the door, Terry.

Right, come on.
Come on. Come on.

Hold it!

Just a little storing place.

You need to be well stocked up
when you're in buying and selling.

Where does it all come from?

Well, bankrupt stock, mostly.
Seconds. That sort of stuff.

- That it, then?
- Yeah.

Perhaps Peter can give you a hand.

- What's wrong with you?
- Oh, no chance, Terry. No chance.

I done my back humping that last
load.

Compound fracture of the vertebrae,
I shouldn't wonder.

I shouldn't wonder, yeah.
Come on, Peter.

Arthur...?

Well, you know me, Terry.
Do anything for a few coppers.

Oh, factory rejects, mostly,
but it moves well in the street markets.

I have something
over here

that will really be of interest
to a lady of your discerning tastes.

Go on.

All right.

Now, this really is exclusive.
A gift.

And please don't thank me.

Oh, they sell this
in Oxford Street.

Yes, I belive, one or two better-class stores
do carry a few bottles.

No, no. I mean the street traders,
with suitcases.

You can tell by the shape of the bottle
it's not the real thing.

Can't you make him see reason?

- Reason?
- About that kid.

It's unnatural.
It's unhealthy even.

Why?

- Why?
- Yes, why is it unnatural?

Yes, well...

I mean the sort of fella Terry is,
the kind of life he leads.

Well, he seems to be looking after him
pretty well to me.

That is not a point my dear,
and apart from everything else...

- I would guess it's against the law.
- Really?

You don't mean to say you approve?

Well I don't dissaprove,

but I agree
he's got to do something about it.

So, you'll have a word
with him?

I already have,
but I'll have another try.

Good girl. Good girl.

Those dresses you were looking at,
perhaps we can find one your size.

Terry!

I've changed my mind.
I don't think this is a good idea.

Anyway, I'm not too keen
on dwelling in places like this.

Oh, come on.
It won't take long.

Hold on. Hold on.

Listen, what do you think,
little man?

Well, it's up to you,
innit?

Well, you do want us
to find your mum, don't you?

She ain't run away,
has she?

- Well, no, but...
- We just want to check she's OK.

She sounded upset on the phone.

It's just a precaution.

You won't have to leave me here,
will you?

No, not if I've got anything to do
with it.

Come on.

"Won't take long," she says.
Only two bleedin' hours.

Oh, stop moaning, Terry.
It takes time to check things.

Mr McCann?

About time, an' all.

The Warrington police
have checked the boy's address

and there's no-one there.

Couple of neighbours said
they saw boy and his mother

leaving the day before yesterday
carrying a suitcases.

Well, we know that.

Well, the only thing I can suggest
you take him to the local social services.

They've got a team
that'll deal with him.

We don't want him "dealt with".
We want to find his mum.

Very well, sir. If you'd care to
fill out a missing-persons form.

No, thanks for nothing.
We'll sort it out ourselves.

- Come on.
- Thank you, Officer.

Lot of bleedin' help they were!

Terry...

My mam's all right,
in't she?

Course she is.
We would have heard, otherwise.

Don't worry.
We'll look after you.

I don't know how you put up
with him all these years.

- He weren't like it at first.
- They never are, love.

Trouble is,
it's getting worse though.

I mean, there's hardly a night
when he isn't drunk.

And he has these really,
you know, violent rages.

I thought he were gonna do
for us this time.

I don't know.
It's a mystery to me.

I suppose I'm at fault, really.

Don't talk bloody
ridiculous, woman!

How's it your fault?

He's a chauvinist pig,
and there's an end to it.

I mean, it's a mystery why so many
intelligent women stay with men

who constantly bash them about.
Again and again.

It's pure
bloody masochism.

Well, I'm partly to blame,
cos of Peter.

But why, woman?
He doesn't know he didn't father Peter.

Oh, no, love.
You haven't told him, have you?

Some folk don't need telling,
do they?

- You mean he just suspects?
- Aye. Always has.

I suppose that's why
he's like he is.

You must have said summat.

No.
I suppose it's instinct.

I mean,
Peter's not like him.

He's such a small lad.

- Ronnie's a big man, is he?
- Oh, aye.

You've never met him, have you?
I've got a picture here.

I only keep it
cos it's a nice one of Peter.

Here - look.

Hmm. I see what you mean.

There we are, Arthur.
On me.

Cheer up.

You've got him back grafting,
ain't you?

Yeah, but for how long, Dave?
How long?

Being lumbered with this kid
has softened his brain.

Oh, it'll sort itself out.

Yeah.

Well, I'd better get over there
and give him his wages.

See if there's any developments.

In water-damaged umbrellas?

Right. Where the bloody hell
is she?

Right, woman. Get your bags packed.
You're coming back with me.

- How did you...?
- Becouse you bloody stupid, woman.

You forgot to take t'letter
your bloody mate send you.

It didn't take
that much working out.

Now get them bags
and be quick about it.

- And where's the lad?
- He's not here.

I didn't bloody ask you.

I think, you better leave,
before I call the police.

You can call who the hell you like,
see if I care.

I said where's the lad?

I said where's the lad?

What's going on here,
then?

None of your bloody business, mate,
whoever you are.

- This is my husband.
- And this is my bloody wife.

And this happens to be my home,
mate, so you'd better calm down.

We'll see who should
calm down, mate.

- Stop it! Stop it!
- Leave him alone...

You're bloody coward,
where's the lad?

No, you can't have him.
He's with his real father.

There you are, and there's plenty more
where that came from.

No, no, no, it's all there.
Favor son is a favor...

Don't start all that again.

- Hello.
- Terry? Beryl.

It's Ronnie, he's coming around
to get Peter. What should I do?

Hold on. Listen. Listen.
Just try and calm down.

Nothing's gonna happen
to Peter.

I'm sorry Terry.
I didn't tell him.

He got your name and adress
out of me handbag and...

he guessed.

Don't worry about that now. Just get
yourself over as fast as you can. All right?

My friend's husband
will bring me in his car.

Right. Now don't worry. Whatever happens
I can handle it. I promise you.

Now, keep calm.
I'll see you later. Ta-ra.

That was your mum on the phone.
She's on her way over.

So's his dad.

You looking for someone, squire?

Aye,
a bloke called Terry McCann.

- Well, you've found him, ain't you?
- Have I? You b*stard!

Peter!

Hello, Beryl.

You ain't changed much.

Hello, Terry.

I'll k*ll you, you b*stard.

I think we'd better have a chat.

Well,
perhaps we could go inside.

Go on. Go on up.

I'll be up in a minute.
Go on.

What I don't understand is...

Why tell me he's mine,
if he's not?

I don't know.

I just thought that...
that if you thought he was yours...

Yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry.
Sorry for causing you all this trouble.

Do you mean that nutter really is
his old man?

No, no.
It were another bloke.

Somebody I...

Er... he were married,
you see.

- I thought you'd be relieved.
- Well, yeah, I am, of course.

He's a nice little boy, isn't he?

Aye.

What are you gonna do now,
then?

Well, Mary and her husband,
who brought us here,

they said I can stay with them.
And Peter.

Till I get a job, you know,
and somewhere to live.

Listen. If it's difficult,
you can always stay at my place.

I mean,
I'll sleep on the sofa.

Oh, Terry. No, love.

It's lovely of you to offer,
but no.

I think I've caused you enough
trouble, haven't I?

Well, you know what?

My mate Arthur has got friends
who've got property.

Flats and that.
Maybe he could fix you up.

Well, it ain't worked out
too badly, has it?

Listen, if you get any more aggravation,
ring me straightaway. All right?

Yeah. Yeah,
I will.

And... if it's all right,

maybe I could...
well, come and see you.

See that you're all right.

And maybe take Peter out,
eh?

Oh, aye.
Oh, I'd like that.

Peter would an' all. I'm sure.

Well,
I think I would, as well.

DENNIS WATERMAN:
"I Could Be So Good For You"

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