01x05 - Episode 5

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What would Harry do,

take Tanvi's deal or take the risk?

You're smart, Alice.

You don't need him.

Yeah, I do.

And I always will.

And don't ever say that.

Hiya. Erm, can I stay, please?

It's all too much!

Come back, Harry,

or I'll throw myself down

these f*cking stairs!

She's jammed it.

Al, let us in!

We need to use the toilet!

I'm hopeless without you.

Ah, here we go.

Mum

Hello.

What's all this?

We were worried. Sorry.

I heard you were having a meltdown.

Which sounded fun.

Aw families.

'Yes?'

Er, keep it clean, Tanvi,

my family are listening.

I've decided Harry would have wanted

me to keep his business going

and develop the land.

'No, he'd rather

you secured your future

'and got on with your life.'

Well, I think his life's work

is worth more than that.

And I think you'll make money

from this deal,

lots of it, and it should be ours.

'OK.'

Yeah, well, I wanted

you all to hear that.

As you all seem to be here.

And, of course, I've realised

I need help.

You know nothing about developing.

Neither did Harry.

This is how people

have nervous breakdowns.

But fortune favours the brave.

Oh, thanks, Dad.

Though I agree, you have

no idea what you're doing.

Look, Harry belonged to all of us.

Look, he was your son-in-law,

your brother-in-law, your brother.

He was.

And your mad dad.

Harry didn't build to make money.

He built to make the world

a better place.

And together, we can do this.

Dad, with your legal Skills?

And, Gerry and Minnie

aren't talking to me at the moment,

but when they do,

Gerry knows the building trade

like the back of his hand.

And I'll be auntie/babysitter

when you have Harry's kid.

Oh, he left some frozen jizz for Alice.

Some what?

Oh

Erm, OK.

Harry wanted another

baby, and I didn't.

So he had the snip and froze, er

..a deposit.

In case I changed my mind.

- You can't use it.

- Yes, I can.

- It'd be insane to have a dead man's baby.

- It's not a dead man.

It's Harry!

Look, I haven't decided, but

but I might do it.

And who knows?

It might not even work.

Who doesn't love a baby?

For God's sake, Roger!

Well thank you all

for understanding.

Well, I don't understand.

And why am I the only

one daring to be honest?

You're all thinking it.

Well, thanks, most of you,

for understanding.

Sorry about the whole jizz thing.

Oh, it's a bit late now.

And can we not call it that?

I just get carried away.

It's like Dad says,

I could blurt for England.

You've gotta do it.

This is a life-saver.

Me, staying here.

Anything I can do to

thank you, Al, anything.

Hi, George. Er, can you talk?

Hey, yeah, I can.

Mum and Dad - Frank Dad - are at work.

I just wanted to remind you about tea

with the new grandparents tomorrow.

Sure. Sure, cool.

Shall I bring, like, a cake?

Or a bottle of Baileys?

I don't know, you're the grown-up.

Yeah, kind of.

No, I am.

I am.

And it's happened.

Mum's planning to have Dad's baby.

Well, that's the inheritance

down the toilet.

What inheritance?

I know. I know.

So, what do you reckon?

Maybe it's OK.

But I'm a bit scared.

Mum's already kind of frenzied.

It's what Dad wanted, so

Exactly.

And, like, if Dad once wanted a

nose job, we'd have to get one now.

Yeah! Except that would be

simpler.

Yeah.

Gosh these building

projects are so beautiful.

Why didn't I get involved before?

Because it nearly k*lled

Gramps. And Dad.

And you hate mud. Yeah,

but this could be me,

building something out of the ground.

Cos I'm in the stars tonight

So I'ma light it up

Like dynamite ♪

She has a very warm heart.

And nowhere else to go.

She was always too full-on

for Minnie and Gerry.

They had her really late

and never got over the shock.

She's Storm Nicola,

hitting a wobbly fishing village.

Bollocks!

Guys, how do you open the curtains?

Say, "Open, curtains!"

Close, curtains.

What?

So, you're going to do this

- ..try to have Dad's baby?

- Yeah.

And you know it doesn't mean

I'll love you any less.

Your husband's

missed a couple of payments.

Yeah, but we've moved

house, and, you know,

I brought cash, very retro,

to sort that out.

So, erm, we'd like to use the, er

Well, I suppose

you don't call it sperm, do you?

But we want to use it now.

And these eggs

ain't getting any fresher!

Er, I'm afraid he has to come in

and sign the paperwork himself.

- That's tricky.

- Er, he's working away.

So, can you email him the form?

We used to be able to, but

the system was abused, so no.

He's dead.

God I am so sorry.

No, I

No, it's hard to say, so I

And people are always

so kind, and they say,

"Oh, I'm so sorry," and

they do the sad face, but

Of course.

We do still need authorisation.

Well, obviously, he can't give it.

Unfortunately, he's the

only named recipient.

We can't release the deposit

to anyone else.

You can. To me.

Er, I mean, I was his

Well his lady.

That deposit has been lying there

for ten years for me, doing nothing.

What?

Nothing.

I'm so sorry.

I understand why Harry

didn't give me permission, right?

As I've said, knowing Dad,

he would've signed what

was put in front of him.

He didn't think it'd be an issue.

Ed could pretend to be Harry.

No, he's too young. And daft.

Anyway, I've told them Harry's dead.

Well, Ed's brilliant, actually.

He's like the captain of Team Me.

Aw

We could steal it.

How?

A sperm heist.

Mum, I'm sorry,

but there's nothing you can do.

You weren't sure before.

It's not so bad.

I'll ask my dad.

There must be a

like, a legal way, a loophole.

Mum, please, you do have me.

Yes, and you are lovely, but

Well, your dad must have felt the same.

Mm

Er, that came out wrong.

You know I didn't

Look, I'm sorry, I'm just

trying to keep Harry's memory alive.

Let's go, Alice!

Your future starts now.

What?

We're going for a run!

Why?

Harry won't have died in vain

if it makes me turn my life around.

Look great in that wedding dress.

Nail Ed down.

Get Mum and Dad to take me seriously.

We've got to keep fit

if we're having a baby.

Are you having a baby?

I hope so. One day.

So help me, God.

Well done.

Come for a run with me and Nicola.

The future starts now, apparently.

No, I'm OK.

What, Auntie Nicola runs?

Well, we'll find out.

Mm.

I am so sorry about last night.

If it's any consolation,

I feel all kinds of terrible.

Oh!

Did you go running with Harry?

No. We kept fit by f*cking a lot.

Well, you need a new

activity, then, madam.

Right, let's switch to speed walking.

Slow down, Al

Let's sit down now.

Are you all right?

You've gone from red to green.

It's like walking next to

a traffic light.

Yeah.

I just need

Day one.

We should have just strolled.

Yeah.

And not got pissed last night.

'Caution, patient

tail lift in operation.'

She collapsed.

They're keeping her in for tests,

but they think it was just a panic

attacked triggered by exertion.

'What were you doing,

running?'

Well, she

WE wanted some exercise.

And that's a good thing, obviously.

'We've lost Harry.

'Are you trying

to k*ll our daughter, as well?'

Look, I know you hate me

for stopping you selling my home,

but don't take it out on Nicola.

I mean, you could even visit her.

'We'll see. Minnie's not

feeling good, either.

'I can't be everywhere.'

OK.

If Minnie's feeling better,

maybe we'll see you later.

A tea with your new grandson.

'Hm'

I'm just gonna pop downstairs.

Look, we need more houses.

How can a bit of contamination

stop a development?

There must be millions in it, or

she wouldn't want to buy the land.

Shazam! Seen right through her.

You know, it's it's growing

homes and gathering life.

It's the perfect antidote

to my head full of death.

Are you used to it by now?

The idea of being dead.

Hm I'm getting used to it.

The dead often look surprised.

I like the ones who seem intrigued.

Just rolling with this new experience.

Harry looked like he was

considering his options.

I'm surprised

..after your daughter, that

you don't want another baby.

Well there is some

debate with my wife.

What's happening

about your sperm thing?

Well, I want to use it,

my mother thinks I'm insane,

and the fertility centre say

I'm not authorised anyway.

There's a balance between honouring

a loved one and looking forward.

I'm doing it for me, mainly.

But wouldn't it be too soon,

even if you could use it?

Well, I'll probably never know,

because the law is a frigging a*s.

Do you fancy some fun?

The bereavement group's going out

for the night.

Oooh, where are you all going?

A minibus to The Museum Of Sadness?

Bowling.

Sorry.

I'm a bit on edge. Have fun.

I'm off to my lawyer.

Ugh, good luck.

Thursday at 8pm.

ba*ls Of Fury. See you there.

It's very deep, suddenly,

this need to make something.

Work, baby, it's all the same.

I thought I was all about the moment.

But that's not enough now.

Sounds like it's started.

What has?

You.

Discovering who you are, on your own.

Fertility law really isn't my area.

Well, surely, it's all the same.

Fair play, balance of reasonableness.

You weren't married.

He didn't leave permission.

And he's deceased.

It's pretty open and shut.

Oh, no! It's a runny one.

Oh! Oh, Dudley!

Just get out of the way, would you?

Oh Ah, God!

Have you got any wet wipes?

No, they're bad. They make fatbergs.

Oh

God. I'll see what I can do.

But don't tell your mother.

She's adamant that

you're ruining your life.

I've got to get back.

Not yet.

What, you can't go back

to your own home

because your wife is in bed

Dad, what's the matter with you?

You know, Mum might respect you more

and not shag Keith

if you stood up to her.

Don't lecture me.

Your partner died

leaving secret after secret.

A son, a mystery stash of

something apparently called "jizz",

endless money nonsense.

For all you know, he was,

well, cheating on you, too.

At least she does it

in an orderly fashion,

and the dog gets a good, long walk.

- Yes?

- 'I've got all the gear.'

What gear?

This plot is amazing.

Right

Well, er, let's just, erm

Yeah, see how we get on.

Well, it looks clean

enough on the surface.

I am gonna pay you for your work.

When I can.

Honest.

I know.

It's got to happen.

I mean, look at it.

It's great to be learning new skills.

I hope you're still saying that

if we get seeping sewage.

Yeah.

I was gonna ask my dad to look

into the planning appeals process,

but then we had a row.

So maybe we should do it.

Your dad?

A row? Nice Roger?

Mm.

It was good to see him

show some fight, actually.

Mind you, I could do

without any more surprises

from the men in my life.

'Stupid bloody thing!'

Point it at your face.

Where's Mum?

'In bed, having a breakdown.'

Sorry, Dad.

Erm

Anyway, I just wanted to

let you know that I'm OK.

It's nothing serious.

'Well, serious enough

to be in hospital.

'I'm sure your tests will be negative.

'Hey, you are as strong as a bear.'

It should have been me.

Not Harry.

'What? No!'

I think that.

So I know you must.

'Nicola

'Stop it!'

The only consolation from him dying

..was that I get more

love and attention.

I'm sorry.

But now there's George.

And sperm baby, and I'm glad, but

f*ck!

Do you know how I know

I'm the loser of the family?

'You are not the loser.'

How you always reacted

when Harry came into the

room compared to me.

It's the difference between

when your food arrives

in a restaurant and you love it,

or you think, "Yeah."

"That'll do."

"I can live with that."

"But I wish I'd had the fish."

I'm sorry if now I sound

like a miserable twat,

because I work really hard to be fun.

'You are just a bit

'..different.

'You'll be all right.

'We'll come and see you soon.'

Thanks again for the lift.

Best way to make sure you turn up,

with your history of running off.

And you've made an effort.

Well, new grandparents

deserve a posh shirt.

I thought they weren't talking to you.

Yeah. They love you, though.

They'll just hiss at me.

How is everything else?

Ah, you know, endless battles.

Do you want to list them?

I may be able to help.

Well, you could start by signing

your inheritance waiver.

My parents want more legal advice.

I will sign when they've calmed down.

Next battle.

Er

Well, the council's burial

squad, or whatever they are,

turned up to test Harry's

grave and intimidate me.

- Did you record the conversation?

- No.

- How would I do that?

- On your phone.

I record anything contentious.

- Why?

- I was caught out once.

- Good cake.

- Mm.

Good cake.

Moist, you know?

So, it looks like my new

grandparents aren't coming.

No.

No

I'm sure they just forgot.

So, we can't work out

what you do for a job.

I'm sort of a fixer.

I'm good at finding targeted solutions.

Does that actually mean anything?

Well, jobs are harder

to classify these days.

Exactly.

And I'm the first to admit that

I'm a work in progress, but

..knowing Harry was my dad

has made it all clearer.

And I know it sounds like

..I don't know, but

I can feel his blood in my veins.

I feel new.

Good speech.

Is it like that

American high school thing,

- you're a cheerleader or something?

- No, definitely not!

- Hi, Alice.

- Oh, hey, Nicola.

- Are you healthy?

- Feels like it, so I just left.

Anyway, it was job done.

I told Dad how I felt

and how he was being an arse about you.

It was good.

- Maybe everything's for a reason.

- Mm.

What was the reason Harry died?

Anyway, your mum and dad didn't

turn up to meet grandson George,

our Mr Charming.

I'll go in and flirt with him

in a minute.

I was thinking,

it's really sh*t of them to

not let you use Harry's jizz.

Er, deposit.

Well thank you.

I spoke to my dad.

He said I could go to court,

but it might take years.

And, well, I'm not getting any younger.

No.

But they'd release it to the family

..if they needed it for something.

- Hey?

- Like a DNA test.

Me, as Harry's sister,

needing to find out if

George really is his son.

But we've done one, you

know that. Well, not really.

We haven't done one.

No, I have done

I see what you mean!

'First new message.'

'Hi, it's Emily here.

'Erm, there is something

I need to tell you about George.

'Could we meet up?'

Well, they said they'd consider

the request, as it's Harry's family.

Well, that's good.

I was hoping they'd agree

to Nicola there and then, but, yeah.

What you really need is

specialised legal advice.

I can't afford it.

We're living off the five

grand for the kitchen.

Is that all you got for it?

I thought it was handcrafted

by elves in Finland.

It was. Graham owes us 15 more.

What, Graham who was at the funeral?

Yes.

Oh, he's sweet.

When he's not being needy.

I'm sorry we can't help you out.

That's another reason

your mum's fed up.

I never earned enough.

Oh, you did all right.

And you have other qualities.

You've kept trim.

Yeah, I have, haven't I?

But she married

an ambitious law student

and ended up with a

small-town solicitor.

Well, you married a model and

ended up with a tetchy pensioner.

Mm.

Right, that's enough legal guff.

Roger, can I have a word with Alice?

Yeah.

OK.

I know you don't think so,

but I really only want

what's best for you.

So, can I Look at me.

Concentrate.

I am!

Please, I beg of you

..do not attempt to have Harry's baby.

You're a young-ish woman, and

it's hard and painful to imagine

..but you will fall in love with

another man, have his baby.

Mum, me having Harry's baby won't

put off another man from loving me.

Yeah, but he won't love you,

because you'll be exhausted

from tending another

man's child until you're 60.

Well, thank you. I will give

that some serious thought.

So long as you do the same for me.

What?

Dad is really unhappy with you.

We've been married forever.

- He must expect peaks and troughs.

- He knows you're cheating on him.

He loves you.

And you might not love him,

but shouldn't you try

to make the marriage work?

How was school?

Good.

A boy in Year Nine's dog got run over,

so I've lost my status

as the special grieving child.

Oh, happy about that?

Mixed feelings.

What have you been up to?

Oh, spending too much

time with my parents.

It's a funny old business, being old.

But it's sad when

you don't get to be it.

I'm sorry I'm so up and down.

Mum begged me

not to have your dad's baby.

Maybe she's right.

They probably won't let me, anyway.

Hiya! Food?

Oh, fantastic.

Your curry awaits.

Not bad for two rings

and a toaster, hey?

Thanks, Auntie Nicola.

That curried

Cheese.

Right. Homework.

Oh, Alice

What the f*ck?

Er, soil samples.

From our plot.

Oh, that's a relief.

Hey, erm, I'm between jobs,

and I thought I could help

you with Harry's business.

That's really kind

I've temped, so I'm good at paperwork -

piling, filing, sorting,

shredding, laminating.

I'm better at things than people.

Harry always encouraged me

to make more friends, but

Yeah.

"Bereavement group night out."

"Death and bowling."

It's a sign, Al.

New mates.

And I'm bereaved, too, so

Come on!

Are you sure you don't want to come?

I literally could not be more sure.

But you both look amazing.

Well, Nicola is very persuasive.

And she hid my jeans.

The night-time is the right time.

I kid you not.

We've been here before, I know it

Ooh, hoo-hoo, hoo

My feet still feel the same

Ooh, hoo-hoo, hoo

Walking down a lonely road

Oh, my, that's never gonna change

Ooh, hoo-hoo, hoo ♪

I love bowling.

It's busy.

Oh, there they are.

Oh, God, they've dressed for camping.

Oh, sh*t

Hi.

Evening!

Hey!

Er, this is Nicola, Harry's sister.

Wow. Have you got any

more like that back at home?

Well, you could try

talking to this one.

It's nice when folk make an effort.

Sorry we've gone a bit major.

Alice wanted to make a good impression.

Alice, this is my wife, Sally.

Hi.

Hi.

You're the one who buried

her partner in the garden.

Yep. That'll be me. Didn't want

to let Harry out of my sight.

Is if fair to say that he left you

with a few interesting dilemmas?

Yeah. That is fair to say.

My wife hated bowling.

She always blamed the shoes

for her verrucas.

Wanna stay

With you

Have fantasies again

You wanna see me higher

You wanna feed the flame ♪

How's your throwing arm, Alice?

I actually love bowling.

I had no idea it was so complicated.

If only she took as much care

over her life choices.

Or is that mean?

A strike!

Come on, Alice.

Ready?

Oh

Yes!

Well, I said I love bowling,

not I'm any good at it!

Your go! Come on!

Move like that.

Take it to the back.

Go! On you go!

Yes!

You seem to be enjoying yourself.

I am.

Er

I've been a bit short on fun lately.

Is it not your thing?

No, I hate to make a fool of myself.

We need three to win.

Stay away from my husband.

What?

You heard.

Are you all right?

- Not really.

- You can tell me, if it helps.

Yo, bereaved one house rule.

Eat, drink and be merry,

for tomorrow, we die.

That's if you go for the shellfish.

The pasta should be OK.

Without death, living

would be unbearable.

And with it, life can be

unbearable, too, as we all know.

But I hope that us gathering

to talk about it

makes it a little bit easier.

To our missing loved ones and to us.

Missing loved ones, and to us.

Hello.

How is my gorgeous kitchen?

Oh

I thought you were gonna say,

"How is my gorgeous Graham?"

Nope.

No.

I've, erm

I've had a few, so I'm gonna be blunt.

I really need it.

Soon.

The, er The 15 grand.

Sorry.

No.

Sure.

Erm

How about some of it

comes as financial

management and advice?

I am an awesome accountant.

Hm

Well, I can't spend financial advice.

You can't do without it.

You're up sh*t creek.

Let me be your paddle.

Your big, hunky money paddle!

We're off.

Well, thank you so much

for inviting me.

I Enormously nice to

to meet

Erm

Would you like us to drop

you home or call you a taxi?

No. no, no. No, I'm fine.

I really think you should go home.

Oh, I will.

But not in your vehicle.

Sally wouldn't like it.

Oh!

Oh, God, it's freezing!

Oh, thank you. That's better.

Where's our, er, bowling queen?

Oh, no

Come on, you! Home time.

Night, Gray-Gray!

Yay! Back on the bike!

Good girl.

Please, don't speak.

Nathan's still your future

squeeze, though, isn't he?

Oh!

OK

I'm I'm gonna go and be sick.

Night.

Oh, Christ, Harry

Oh, God, I miss you so much.

Hi.

Hey, darling!

Auntie Nicola's vomiting very noisily.

Oh, she's very good at bowling, though.

How was it?

Mm.

It was It was bad.

And then OK. And then bad.

You're drunk again.

I am.

But it's a social event.

I mean, you have to.

You see why having a baby now might

not be fair on yourself? Or me?

Morning.

Hello.

Well it's official.

For the purpose of DNA testing,

they've agreed to release

Harry's sperm to us.

Just making a start.

I was born to file.

Thanks.

And thanks for being with me

last night.

- It was fun.

- Yeah.

- Too much alcohol.

- No sh*t!

So, Harry's sperm's coming home.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, it is good.

No, it'll arrive in a special

frozen canister, apparently.

And don't tell Mum.

All right, well,

scrape her off the ceiling

and slip her another diazepam.

Dad, I've got to go.

OK, bye.

Shall we make this quick?

I've got frozen sperm to collect.

OK.

Well, erm, I just wanted to say

..as George is in your lives now,

that, well, he hasn't been easy.

Even with your know-how as a

therapist and general control freak?

Well, I love him,

but he is in huge debt.

He invested money he didn't have.

That's why he's at home,

we had to bail him out.

Now we're in debt, too.

Hence you wanting to hold on

to any inheritance from Harry.

No, that's always been up to him.

You know, we never said that.

How dodgy is George?

I mean,

he said he records conversations

to be on the safe side.

That's not sane, is it?

Mm.

I don't know, but it's very him.

He seems to live in a parallel universe

that's slightly different to ours,

made inside his own head.

Look, I know I fought it,

but George meeting you

and his whole other family

may help straighten him out.

Well, I

I adored Harry, but

he had his moments.

And his secrets, obviously.

To be honest, I can

hardly remember him.

Could you

Do say no, but could you

email me a photo of Harry?

Hello, William.

I took the house you're living in

off the market

because you promised me the sale

of your Vale Apartments development.

Sorry.

I've had other things on my mind.

Like the gift of life itself.

'I did tell you you weren't

the only estate agent.'

Well, yes, but before I've

even listed the property,

I find Heptons have

already sold most of them.

Oh, well.

"Oh, well"?

So, I'm

'Well, I'm putting your in-laws'

house back on the market.'

You know,

I thought you were better than that.

I'm being buzzed. Sorry. Bye.

- Hey, Yasmina.

- 'Hi.

'So, my soil nerd says

it's good and clean.

'As far as he can tell,

without sinking great boreholes.'

I don't deserve you.

Now, email me his findings

and hit me with jargon.

'I'm on it.'

Hi, can I help?

Me again.

Permission to build on this plot

was granted and then withdrawn.

I'm guessing by

one of your planning officers

who was bribed to sabotage

my husband's development.

I think I know who made the bribe,

so I'm gonna leave

this evidence here with you

and expect the planning permission

will be reinstated tomorrow.

Right, Harry

A photo for your old girlfriend.

George's mummy.

Nicola? Nicola!

Where are you?

I can hear you breathing.

Open the door!

- What have you done with Harry's photos?

- Nothing.

And the videos are all gone.

I didn't touch the computer.

You did, Nicola, I saw you.

I was helping.

Well, it's not help if

it doesn't help, is it?

- Why do you always muck things up?

- Mum!

I cannot lose those memories,

because they are all I've got.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

Oh, God!

Here it is. Apparently, it

has to go straight in the freezer.

What's happened, Mum?

Nicola has deleted

all our family photos.

You didn't back them up?

Nobody actually does that.

Well, they do.

I did say Nicola wasn't the

easiest person to live with.

So, you actively helped your

daughter perpetuate this pipe dream

made out of the sperm

of a dead builder,

who we never actually liked much?

Yes, I did. She wanted

a letter from a solicitor,

and I did what any good parent

would do.

I helped my child.

- We agreed that you shouldn't.

- No.

You agreed and, as usual, you wanted

me running along behind you

like your bloody Alsatian.

Alsatian, you wish!

God, Alice is right.

You treat me better

and stop f*cking Keith,

otherwise we're getting a divorce.

And I'll show you what a

good solicitor I am, in fact,

by making sure

that I stay in this house

and you end up in a

shitty flat in Reading!

Why didn't we print everything out?

You can't print a video, Mum.

We used to go to Boots

and pick up the prints.

It was so exciting.

Everything was better then.

Oh

Your father has presented me

with an ultimatum.

Was it your idea?

No.

But I told him to stand up for himself.

- I do love him.

- Funny way of showing it!

Perhaps you'd rather I'd had my

affair at a more traditional age.

20 years ago, like your father.

I don't want a divorce, but it

wouldn't be the end of the world.

Oh, Mum, don't.

Look, I can't stand the idea

of anything else falling apart.

I just want you

to like each other more.

Whatever we do, we're at

the thin end of the wedge,

queuing up for new knees.

You're not. You're beautiful.

And alive.

Having Charlotte nearly k*lled you.

Well, I'm made of stronger stuff now.

That's what a death does to you.

Well, you'll have to throw this away.

Well, I'm not going to, obviously.

Put it back, please.

No, no, Mum! What are you doing?

God!

Help me!

Help me find Daddy's sperm!

It mustn't defrost!

How many are there?

Oh, I don't know.

God, what does it look like?

Here, here, here!

There! There!

Get the thing.

Oh, God

Get out!

Please, I'm so sorry.

Get out of my life!

Get out!

You don't have to take it

everywhere with you.

Oh, I know. I just like it here.

Harry's last will and testament.

I'll put it back in the freezer

in a minute.

I texted George.

He said he knows about data

and he'll dig the photos out of

the deep memory or whatever.

Well, don't get your hopes up.

He's as much of a fantasist a Nicola.

But more dangerous, because he

tells you what you want to hear.

So, you think he's a gold-digger?

Sadly, yeah.

But I'd love to be wrong.

I mean, he's still your brother.

We just have to handle him.

You know you said he records stuff?

I was looking at the CCTV

of when Dad fell and

..George has his phone in his hand.

So?

So he probably recorded

his conversation with Dad.

Dad's last words.

I can't help thinking

it would explain a lot.