White Gold (2017) s02e06 Episode Script

1 Maureen? Nigel? FAINT BANGING MAN GROANS MAN GROANS FORCEFULLY Hello? MATTRESS CREAKS AND GROANS SHRIEKING AND SCREAMS Fucking hell, Brian! - Ronnie?! - Brian, I'm glad it's you.
Look, I wanted you to hear this from me first.
I'm seeing Maureen.
Oh! Well, that's really decent of you, RJ.
I mean, your dick is barely out of my wife, but I appreciate you being straight with me.
Fucking hell! Get out before I call the police, you dirty little pervert.
I wasn't perving.
I thought you were out walking Nigel.
Usually, I can't get anywhere near the house with the Hound of Hell on the prowl.
I had to give him a Valium earlier because he's taken a dislike to RJ.
Why couldn't you sedate him all those times he was terrorising me? Because I didn't want him getting addicted to drugs! Besides, it's funny, and I hate you.
Close the door on your way out, you pervert.
Oh, Brian? Is it all right if I get a lift to work tomorrow? Mum! At least someone's pleased to see me.
How was your day, sweetheart? Good.
I got my 11 Plus results back.
So, how did you do? Failed, not even close.
Rob, it's nothing to be pleased about.
It is! Now I don't have to go to Gaylord Grammar School.
- What? - Get in the fucking car.
Oh, Sally, leave Mr Lavender alone.
Oh, call me Martin, please.
It's OK.
She likes the smell of the anaesthetic cream.
What happened to your feet? Oh, second-degree sunburn.
Yeah.
Mad dogs and Englishmen, eh? - Sorry? - Er, go out in the midday sun.
Sensible people, however, can enjoy sunshine any time through one of our UV protected, double glazed conservatories.
I think I should put Sally out in the kitchen.
Oh honestly, it's not a problem.
I love dogs.
Argh! UHHH! Oh! Oh! Linda.
Linda.
Linda! Hello? It's me, Sam.
Oh, hi, Sam.
Sorry.
Completely in a world of my own, there.
Yeah, I know that feeling.
Is Patricia celebrating something? Oh, this? It's for the Live Aid party tomorrow.
Well, you've got enough bunting there for a street party.
Oh, yeah, well, it's practically the whole street.
- Sorry, you don't know about it, do you? - No, don't be daft.
I've, er, been in Malta for the past week, so she's probably not had - a chance to tell us about it.
- Yeah.
I'd better dash, I must get this cheesecake in the fridge.
Patricia can't stand a soggy biscuit bottom.
Well, you'd better get your soggy bottom to Patricia's, then.
Yeah, I'll see you.
I know he's dead.
How convenient.
Hey, come on.
I'm not going to let you think like that.
You've got to stay positive, yeah? Look, here.
Head down the Horse, get us a couple of pints in.
I'll be right behind you.
I just need to have a quick word with the boss.
Thanks, Brian.
I don't know what I would've done without you this last week.
All right.
And Maureen, obviously.
But that's mainly on the physical side of things.
All right, yeah.
Walshy, just to let you know, I'm going off to fire RJ.
Blimey, talk about kicking a man when he's down! Is this about Maureen? No, no.
God, no.
No, he deserves a medal for taking on that lunatic.
No, this is purely a business decision.
Now that his old man's brown bread, we don't have to worry about any repercussions for sacking that fucking liability.
So you really think Ronnie's dead? About as dead as RJ's career in sales.
Well, well.
This could be the best news I've had in ages.
Do me a favour, hold fire on sacking RJ, will you? Oh, what? Come on! You've seen him in action.
Yesterday, he told a couple in harrowing fucking detail how their toddler could be baked alive in one of our conservatories.
I don't fucking care.
He stays.
What's Live Aid? - You really don't know what Live Aid is? - No.
Would it help me sell more windows if I did? You are unbelievable, Vincent.
You know what? I'm just trying to figure out why you think it's MY fault Pat's got a bug up her arse.
It's not a bug.
It's a bloody leaking conservatory, which you put there.
Anyway, I'm more pissed off with Robbie at the moment for blowing his 11 Plus.
Which is why starting a new life in Spain is exactly the right thing - for us, baby.
- Are you bloody joking? It's a big opportunity, Sam.
You said yourself, what's there to miss about this place? I can't just take the kids out of school.
Nat's got her O-levels coming up, and Robbie deliberately failed his 11 Plus by so much, he's probably going to be reclassified as special fucking needs.
Calm down, baby, all right? There's bound to be good schools in Marbella.
Really? I'll tell you what's bound to be.
You're bound to screw over and alienate everyone we meet in Spain, just like you have here.
And as always, muggins here will be left picking up the pieces.
KNOCK AT DOOR Sorry to interrupt.
Martin was rushed into Basildon Hospital this morning.
Huh! Never apologise for bringing good news, Carol.
When are you going to grow up, Vincent? Yeah, all right, I'll call you back.
Oh, hiya, Sam.
Have you heard about Martin? You must be worried sick.
I know you two are close.
Robbie, darling, go and get in the car.
You listen to me, Jo.
I don't know why you never had kids.
Either you're an ambitious cunt, or a barren one.
But don't ever underestimate how protective a mother can be when she finds her family threatened.
- What? - Oh, you heard.
KNOCK AT DOOR She knows about us.
I can assure you, if Sam knew about us, there'd be no us.
What's got you so jumpy? Doesn't matter.
What did you want to see me about? Run away with me to Spain.
Ha! Well, shall we at least get married in Gretna Green first, - my love? - I'm not joking.
Well, it sounds wonderful, but aren't you forgetting one thing? It starts with Sam, ends in your children.
I've been going through the motions with Sam for the last year.
Malta was the final nail in the coffin.
Why stay here and slug it out in front of my kids, when I could be in Marbella, waking up next to your beautiful, tanned body every morning? Well, you might be ready for early retirement, Vincent, - but I'm just getting started.
- No-one mentioned retirement.
What's this? I've been headhunted by some big time-share players.
The money they're chucking about makes the returns in double glazing look like loose change.
We're talking five figure bonuses.
Shit, you're serious? Yes, and they would bite my fucking arm off if I brought someone with your sales credentials along for the ride.
Come on, baby.
We'd be the king and queen of time-share.
What d'you think? King and queen of time-share? Well, seeing as this is probably my last chance of marrying into royalty, I could be persuaded.
DOORBELL RINGS Oh! Sam, you're back.
Look, Pat, I'm here because Robbie failed his 11 Plus.
And I'm bloody mortified to have to do this, but you did say there could be other avenues to explore.
Hm, yes, I remember.
Unfortunately, those avenues have now turned into a cul-de-sac.
A cul-de-sac where the Swans are no longer welcome.
So, if that's everything, Sam, goodbye.
It's all moving so fast.
Dad's disappearance.
Falling in love with Maureen.
You love her? It's moved beyond just physical lust into something I can only describe as deeply spiritual.
She's my soulmate.
I mean, the sex hasn't slowed up.
If anything, it's getting dirtier.
The other day, she managed to get her big toe into my arseh Whoa! All right, listen, while I'm delighted for you two lovebirds, we are still married.
So boundaries, yeah? She asked me to move in the other day, but I told her no.
Cos you were worried what I might do? No, I'm not worried about YOU at all.
Yeah Now, if we can just pretend for a second that my feelings aren't irrelevant, I think it's a great idea.
You know, it's about time I moved out the shed.
The only problem is, if I leave, I'm still on the hook for half the mortgage, so if you moved in and paid rent, problem solved! Well, it might be a cosy solution to your problems, Brian, but it doesn't solve mine, does it? No, I think it's better if I cool things with Maureen - for the time being.
- What? No, no, no.
Well Look, listen.
I know this business with your dad is upsetting.
It's not Dad, it's the fucking hound.
Nigel? He creeps the shit out of me.
Have you seen that look in its eyes? Come on! You can't throw away everything that you and Maureen have over a dog.
Now, look, I'm guessing that if the dog was out of the picture, - then you'd be game on to move in, right? - Yeah.
But she's never getting rid of Nigel.
She doesn't have to.
People lose things that they care about all the time.
I'm not killing Satan in canine form, Brian.
No-one's mentioned killing.
No, this is more of a a relocation programme.
Now, how did you get it to take that Valium the other day? KNOCK AT DOOR Sam.
The opportunity of seeing me in agony too good to pass up? Well, walking away from everything isn't going terribly well, is it? I'm so sorry about what happened in Malta.
I I had no business bringing my crap out there.
I agree.
How's the feet? - Oh! - Er, they're basically fucked.
It's fine, though, because as long as I don't walk on them, or wear shoes, or touch them, then there's no pain.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, I almost feel sorry for you.
- That can't be why you're here, though.
- No.
Did you mean it, what you said in Malta? Yeah.
Yeah, every word.
I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Sam.
Right, well You know what that means, yeah? Me, the kids, a fresh start, our entire lives upside down.
Yeah.
Yeah, whatever it took, Sam.
I lost you once and if I had the chance, I would never make that mistake again.
At least if you're in a wheelchair and you change your mind, you can't run away.
Uh! Ahh, fuck! - I'm sorry! - Fuck! It's all right.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Last night, I lit one of his cigars indoors.
I just wanted to feel like he was home again.
Where is he, Vincent? He'll come home soon, Lizzie.
I know it.
But if events do take a certain turn, then I would very much want to make sure Cachet carried on in good hands and help you to realise the value in the business.
Now, obviously, I'm praying it never comes to that.
I can't think about anything other than finding Ronnie right - at this moment, Vincent.
- I understand, Lizzie.
I just wanted you to have peace of mind that you wouldn't be left with the headache of a struggling business that Ronnie's heart was never in.
I can't believe the front on you lot.
Lot? Oh, so far, I've had visits from that big ape from W-Windows, and your Northern colleague.
They both popped in to show their concern.
- Jo was here? - Yes! Tell me, is everyone in double glazing this bloody callous? I told the police I had no idea of anyone who'd have it in for my Ronnie.
I'm starting to wonder what you lot might be capable of.
You are aware, Lizzie, this isn't your husband's only - line of business? - Of course.
I might look the dumb blonde, but I know exactly what Ronnie specialises in.
Buying and selling antiques.
I warned him to stick to what he knows.
Hello, can I speak to Detective Neil, please? Vincent, PC Plod's back.
He's been asking loads of questions about Ronnie.
Bruce! Long time, no see.
Yes, it has been.
Oh, come on.
We can still shake hands, at least, can't we? When you've finished massaging my knuckles.
Sorry.
Old habits die hard.
To what do we owe the honour? Well, as I'm sure you're aware, your boss, Mr Farrell, is missing.
Normally, violent criminal goes AWOL isn't something I'd waste public money investigating, but in this case, his taxpaying wife has reason to suspect foul play.
Which has brought me to your door, Mr Swan.
Vincent, please.
You know what? I just remembered, Bruce, did we ever repair that conservatory of yours? Carol, book Barry in to have a look at Detective Neil's conservatory.
Tell him to drop everything immediately.
- I can, but didn't you sack him? - Thank you, Carol.
- I meant Brendan.
- You sacked him, too.
Don't talk, just do it! Will that be all, Detective? Oh, no, this is a bit more serious than your usual rogue dealer antics, Mr Swan.
No, you're going to accompany me to the station for questioning or we can make our conversation a bit more official with an arrest warrant.
Bruce, you know I'd do anything to help out a fellow Mason.
Carol, watch the shop.
I'll be back in an hour.
An hour? That's very presumptuous.
And for the record, you are not a fucking Mason.
RADIO: We're back, folks, live at Wembley Stadium.
This is Live Aid and these are The Boomtown Rats.
MUSIC: I Don't Like Mondays by The Boomtown Rats The silicone chip inside her head Gets switched to overload You recently travelled to Malta.
- What for? - Sun, sea and a chance of the other.
Oh, it wasn't business, then? No, I wanted to take Sam and the kids away for a break.
That's interesting, because the travel agent said that the booking was originally made by Ronnie Farrell and later amended by a Dr Swan.
Why were you travelling under an alias, Mr Swan? Look, I won the tickets for smashing the sales competition last month.
Ronnie booked the tickets, obviously.
I decided to try and bullshit my way into a business class upgrade.
I mean, what numb nuts uses his own name and the prefix of Dr as an alias? Presumably, all this will check out if I go back through the company books? - Absolutely, Bruce.
- I've told you Sorry, Detective Neil.
Look, let me get this straight.
I'm being persecuted for a crime that may have not even been committed, based on the fact I took a holiday to a Mediterranean shithole? Now, calling your case wafer thin would be a slur on the strength of wafers.
- I take it I'm free to leave.
- You are.
Well, I'll see you later, then, mate.
Ending interview.
Hello, I'm really interested in a property I've just seen advertised in this week's rental section.
All the playing's stopped in the playground now She wants to play with her toys a while And school's out early and soon we'll be learning And the lesson today is how to die And then the bullhorn crackles And the captain tackles With the problems and the how's and why's And he can see no reasons Cos there are no reasons What reason do you need to die, die Oh, oh, oh All right, anywhere around here should be good.
SONG CONTINUES ON CAR RADIO, RADIO TURNED OFF FAINT GROWLING What's that noise? FAINT GROWLING I can't hear anything.
FAINT GROWLING There.
Shit! How much Valium did you give him? Just a half to start off with.
To start off with? It's not a fucking buffet! You had one job, put the fucking dog to sleep.
Well, I didn't want to kill him! Let's just let him out here.
He should be nice and relaxed, anyway.
Well, he doesn't sound fucking relaxed! He's probably got cold turkey.
You'd better get him out, quick.
Me? You're his drug dealer.
You do it.
No, this is your idea.
I'm happy enough not to move in with Maureen.
Oh, fuck! HE'S GOING TO POSSESS US! BARKING What are we going to do? All right, er, here's the plan.
I'm going to open the boot.
As soon as he leaps out, we jump in and floor it.
The plan is to let him out.
Are you fucking mad? Well, what choice do we have? You want the police to tell Maureen that they found Nigel dead and drugged in your abandoned car? BARKING All right, you ready? - OK.
- All right.
On three.
One, two three.
Come on, then, you fucking psycho dickhead.
BARKING Just so you know, I'm taking the cost of repairing this car off any rent I have to pay you.
Just fucking drive! BARKING Well, well, if it isn't Cachet's answer to the outlaw, Jesse James.
Can you give us a minute, Carol? Tell me the truth.
Did you have anything to do with Ronnie's disappearance? Of course I fucking didn't.
I can't even get the man who slept with my wife sacked from here, let alone bump off the boss.
OK, so now what? Well, I don't plan on being on the wrong end of a wrongful conviction when the police come sniffing back around.
If you're coming to Spain with me, it's now or never.
Shit, Vincent, this is lousy timing.
I've finally got everything I've worked for.
Everything? A failing business in a dying industry? Take a look around, Jo, the gold rush is over.
Market saturation, red tape, national chains squeezing out independents.
The future is an army of dickhead vanilla salesmen doing as they're told.
That's not for us.
Time-share is where the party's at, baby.
You know it.
That was a good pitch.
I'm selling a good product, a product you need in your life.
OK, where do I sign? Go home, grab your passport, pack light.
I'll pick you up in an hour.
PHONE RINGS I told you to give us a minute, Carol.
Would you be so kind as to pop downstairs, Vincent? I need a word.
Walshy? I'm sorry, boys, you must be fucking confused.
Have you forgotten you run W-Windows, Corringham's l-least successful double glazing business? Yeah, that might even be funny if I hadn't just acquired Corringham's most successful double glazing business.
Bollocks.
With Ronnie, shall we say, unaccounted for, RJ and his mum wanted rid of this place, and guess who stepped in to take it off their hands? Which means I'm your boss again, and what's even f-funnier, you're f-fucking f-fired! - Too late, I resigned five minutes ago, mate.
- Bollocks! - It's true, he did.
- Oh, how convenient.
By the way, you're sacked too, Jo.
Yeah, well, sorry, Tony, it was a double resignation.
I'm off as well.
Hold on, you're not getting away with this one, Vincent.
Once I let the fraud squad take a look at these books, I'm sure they're going to find enough incriminating evidence to get you banged up for a good few years.
Quick question, Tony, when you acquired the business, did you sign a waiver exempting the new ownership from any pending legal claim? MIMICKING HER legal claim.
Yeah, nice try.
Don't think your mumbo jumbo legal bollocks is going to save this smarmy pillock.
No, but in case you weren't aware, any criminal acts that you had prior knowledge to at the time of the purchase become the new owner's responsibility, so unless you signed that mumbo jumbo legal bollocks, you'll be sending yourself to jail too.
Oh, yeah? Yeah, we'll see about that.
What, what did you say that clause was? Always read the small print on the contract, mate.
Right, well, I'm sacking someone today.
Carol, you're out.
Oh, come on! What am I sacked for? I don't fucking care! Disloyally continuing to work here after I left.
Having a stupid perm.
Take your pick.
That's out of order, Tony.
Look, if you do this, I'll walk out that door with her.
- What? - I said, I'll walk.
Carol's done nothing wrong.
In fact, she's the only person out of this whole fucking company that's shown any kind of integrity, loyalty and honesty over these past two years.
She deserves a raise, not a P45.
She's an angel.
Are you really going to walk? Yeah.
All fucking right, then.
On balance, I may have acted hastily.
- Carol, you're not sacked.
- Thanks.
And I'll have you know, this isn't a bloody perm! It's au naturel.
That didn't sound like much of an apology.
Oh, Jesus Christ! Carol, I'm sorry.
All right? Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going upstairs to find something to wipe this fucking egg off my face.
Brian! That was incredible.
You didn't need to say all that.
Oh, I was just saying the truth.
Thank you.
But can we not ever speak about it again? Because it's making me feel awkward now.
Yeah.
Speak about what? Do you want a tea, Brian? Yeah, go on, then.
And I was wondering if maybe, later, you wanted to try another compatibility shag with me? Bloody hell, Carol.
I think this time, we can get the sexual thermometer above freezing.
FREDDIE MERCURY ON RADIO: Ay-oh! ALL: Ay-oh! FREDDIE MERCURY: Ay-oh! ALL: Ay-oh! FREDDIE MERCURY: Ay-oh, ay-oh, ay-oh, ay-oh.
ALL: Ay-oh, ay-oh, ay-oh, ay-oh.
FREDDIE MERCURY: Ay-oh! ALL: Ay-oh! FREDDIE MERCURY: Ay-oh! Ay-oh! Wrong day to fuck with me, Pat.
- ALL: Ayyyyy! - CHEERING SCREAMING There you go, Patricia.
No more fucking conservatory to worry about.
MUSIC: Alive And Kicking by Simple Minds - Mum! - That was fucking awesome! - Robbie! - Robbie! I think you need to work on reversing around corners.
Shall we? Oh-ohh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uhh Ohh-ohh-ohh, oh Ohhhh Alive and kicking Stay until your love is Miss me? Is that really you, Ronnie? Well, who else do you know dresses this well? You're not reaching out from the other side? Contrary to popular, hysterical belief, I'm not dead, Carol.
So get this, Ronnie, far from being dead, had been in Marbella partying like Hugh Hefner all week.
It turned out that was the transfer fee for agreeing to let me go and work for the time-share consortium.
Let's go all the way.
RJ's been worried sick.
Couldn't you call? Well, I couldn't tell Lizzie, Carol, no.
She thinks Marbella is vulgar and sleazy for some reason.
But as I say, Tony, better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission.
Yeah Yeah, good one.
Oh, well, it's great to see you, Ronnie.
Now, you're probably wondering what I'm doing here.
Well, funnily enough, no.
Junior's filled me in on the events of the past week, so I'm guessing congratulations are in order.
You are back where you rightfully belong.
Oh, thanks.
Blimey, it must have been a good holiday! So you're not angry RJ sold me the business? Angry? I'm fucking delighted, my old pal.
I told him to.
Oh, thank God for that.
Hang on RJ thought you were dead.
That's why he sold up.
He may have been a touch economical with the truth but you were too busy trying to profit from my boy's grief to care, Tony.
I don't know what you lot have been teaching him over there, but you've turned him into a right devious bugger.
So why did you sell up, then? Well, to be perfectly honest, Cachet is probably more broke than when you sold it to me for a pound.
But nothing a man of your business acumen couldn't turn around, eh, Tony? But still, seemed an ideal opportunity to cash in.
No hard feelings, eh? No, what I really object to is that toerag Vincent pissing off to Spain without my permission.
I thought you told the time-share people they could have him? Oh, I did, Carol, but Vincent didn't know that, did he? No, this is This is unforgivable.
The huge fucking irony of Ronnie not being murdered was that he was now almost certainly looking to murder me.
Running to Spain had never seemed so attractive, although starting a new chapter in life meant finishing the last one first.
SAM SWAN: I'm so sorry, Martin.
I can't deal with the mess of my life by turning someone else's upside down.
And it wasn't just Lavender struggling to come to terms with losing the one true love of their life.
Look, I know it's sad, but as one special friendship passes, a new one is just beginning.
Shut up, you idiot! Nigel was ten times the man you'll ever be and he was a fucking dog! Yeah, think about that! I'm sorry, my darling.
I'll try and think before I open my mouth next time.
SAM SWAN: And stop selling yourself short.
In fact, stop selling, full stop, and get back to doing something that truly makes you happy.
Love, Sam.
Oh, fuck it! Fuck! PHONE RINGS Hello? - VINCENT: Hi.
- Where the fuck are you? I'm at the airport with Sam and the kids.
Babe, I'm sorry, but it's like you told me.
Winning isn't everything.
It's the only thing.
You wanker! Now, don't be like that.
You'll learn from this.
Shit! MUSIC: Let's Go All The Way by Sly Fox Do I want to know? Just tying up a few loose ends.
Shall we? Yeah.
Sitting with the thinker Trying to work it out It's a traffic jam of the brain Makes you want to scream and shout Let's go all the way Let's go all the way Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.