Mistresses (2008) s03e02 Episode Script

I am working and juggling and I'm trying hard to keep our lives and all I seem to get from you is tight-lipped martyrdom! Mother! You're supposed to be in Cape Town! "I found a ring in his stuff.
" this is Alice, my fiancée.
- So what next? - IVF.
Katie? - He's my friend.
- No, he's the husband of your oldest friend.
- If it's a matter of money, I'm very happy to help.
- If you did, she must never know.
What I am interested in is buying companies like yours.
- Trudi, this is everything we've been waiting for! - Richard, enough! I really don't think I'm the person you should be bringing your problems to.
Sorry, I'm just not.
Thank you.
Pros and cons.
Right.
Pros.
One, you could finally take up salsa classes.
Salsa classes? When have I got time for salsa classes? - If you weren't working, you would.
- I don't even like salsa.
Since when? I never did.
It's too thrusty.
Where are the cons? - Couldn't think of any.
- Hm-hmm.
Come on, Trudes.
Wouldn't you rather be a bit less stretched in all directions? - Richard - Wouldn't you rather be twirled instead? Richard! We can't both retire because we might have paid off the mortgage.
There's university.
There's big white weddings.
Weddings? Who'd marry them? Very funny.
I'm serious.
We barely have pensions.
I'm still going to have to work.
Why? For a financial adviser, you No, I mean why does it have to be you? It could be me.
It could be both of us.
You don't think I can earn as much as you, do you? You don't think I can get another job.
That's not true, Richard.
Of course that's not true.
I just want the best for our girls.
Yes, so do I.
Ok, come on.
- Elsa! - Ooh.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Oh, God Morning.
Morning.
Where have you been? I just wanted to get you some flowers.
- We're going to be late.
- What time's the appointment? - Now.
- It's going to work.
I can feel it.
Go away.
- Who is it? - Er, no-one.
No-one.
Can I help you? - Mark Hardy? - Yeah.
Who are these guys? Bailiffs?! We've been instructed by your creditors to claim goods from you.
- Against your debts, Mr.
Hardy.
- What?! Don't be ridiculous.
Mark? Can you just confirm that this is your property, Mr.
Hardy? - It's our property.
Mark? - It's a mistake.
- Well, you heard him, it's a mistake.
- There's no mistake.
What? Hang on a minute.
You can't just come - Mark, what the hell is going on? - It's a mistake.
No, no, no.
Not that one.
That's too tomboyish.
Ok.
Look, this was my idea, my project, and I know how it works, all right? Of course you do.
There's nothing quite like the voice of experience.
You have got to be kidding me.
No, I'm not kidding you.
How do you think I met Dale? Now look, this one.
It says fun yet sophisticated.
Go ahead, do it.
You sure you don't want to come with me? You go.
Anything you want is yours.
The auctioneer will get rid of the rest.
Ok, I'm ready.
Ooh! It's beautiful.
Yeah, you look stunning.
Thank you.
Come on.
Let me in! Let's have a look.
No, Dom! It's bad luck! Oh, come on! Let me in! That's just some ridiculous old superstition.
Oh, give me a break! What's the matter? Oh, it's girls' night, I can't find a sitter.
Well, I could look after Elsa.
I thought we were going out.
You could still go out.
Yeah.
You could come out with me.
With us.
Yeah, you must.
Great.
Thanks.
I can't wait to meet your friends.
Oh, they can't wait to meet you, either! Hold on.
I I can come back.
What are you doing here? Looking for the title deeds, for your mother.
I was supposed to do it yesterday.
- Oh.
- But you're here, and I'm sure you'd rather be alone.
I can come back.
Richard Wait! Just Come on! We own that.
Mark, aren't you going to do something?! I can pay you back, there's no need for this! It's sharp practice, sending the heavies round.
My wife is distraught.
- Let me write you out a chèque.
- Sorry.
I can pay you cash.
Look, talk to your creditors.
No! No! Wait! Look, I saved for that for years.
- Who are you calling? - Siobhan we need some advice.
I will handle this.
Find anything interesting? Couple of incriminating photos of me with braces and a perm.
Not the kind of picture you want on your dating profile.
You're doing Internet dating? It's purely to get Vivienne off my back.
You probably think it's just saddoes and losers, don't you? No.
I just didn't think I mean you could have your pick.
Is it safe? What? How do you know who you're meeting? Who's vetting them? Well, I don't know, I haven't been on any dates yet.
Well, tell me when you do.
There's a lot of shady men on those websites just looking for one thing.
Oh, please! You sound like my dad! And dangerous men who literally want to bore you to death with boring stories about their boring lives.
Right.
What's on this pile? Mostly correspondence.
Think there might even be some love letters.
It's not my mother's style.
I shouldn't I shouldn't read these, should I? No, I wouldn't.
No, I wouldn't, no.
Oh, God, just one.
Right Aha! At last! My work here is finally done.
It's not my mother's style at all.
What sort of timescale were you thinking? Well, we could start negotiations today if you like.
The ball's in your court.
Er, there are a lot of players in my court.
So, it's not a black-and-white situation, then? No, they think it's positively monochrome.
They want me to sell.
And what will team Trudi have you do next? Salsa classes, apparently.
Ah! You can't really have your cake and eat it, can you? You can.
If by eating it you mean being a workaholic, insomniac, divorced father-of-three.
You know how it goes.
Well apart from the insomnia.
Me, I pass out, sleep like a baby.
Lucky you.
I'm sorry.
About the divorce.
When did you split up? Five years.
My wife got bored of me being too busy for her, high-fiving myself.
Maybe you should have packed it all in.
And taken up dance lessons? Yeah, maybe I should have.
Look, maybe you shouldn't jump to conclusions.
You know, they could be from a friend.
"Even though you can never be mine alone, I can only ever be yours.
Jane.
Kiss.
" It was 1980.
I was just a kid.
Look at this.
Look at this.
The happy family.
He was my father! Everyone has flaws, Katie.
We all have secrets.
Oh, my poor mother.
What am I going to do? I don't think there's anything you can do.
It's a long time ago.
God, I wish I hadn't read those letters.
If he was still around, what would you do? I would kill him! I don't know.
I don't know.
I would ask him who How how did it happen? Were things between them really that bad? So ask him.
In your head.
And then try to forget it.
Let it go.
- You lied to me.
- No, I didn't.
You told me that deal was in the bag.
I didn't lie to you.
I might have let you believe - Come on! Are you being serious? - What do you expect, Jess? We're sitting across the room from the most exclusive fertility expert in town, your choice, and somehow I've got to pay for it.
Our choice, Mark.
Hey! Our choice.
I'll go on my own.
I'll put it on my credit card.
This isn't a deal, you know.
Just because we're shaking.
Ok, I haven't agreed to anything yet.
Have I? No.
I would have had to spit on my hand first.
Right, this is your down-regulator.
And you can start it on day 21.
- Do you know where you are today? - Day 20.
Perfect! You can start it tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
That comes to a total of ã, â£550.
There's a baby in there.
Oh You look nice.
- Do I? - Yes.
Thank you.
Lunch with Sally and Muriel.
Did you find what you wanted? Um the deeds.
Richard was there? Mm-hm.
Anything else? No.
No, um, just old photos.
Silly things.
Mm.
Well have fun with the girls.
You too.
You're not still going out, are you? Well, I'm not spending the night sitting on the floor, looking at your "sorry" face.
Mark, you're going to have to get a job.
I can't get a job.
I don't even own a tie! I'll never make a dent in it if I get a job.
It wouldn't be for ever.
It's just some security for now.
Jess, I'll never get us out of this if I'm punching in and out every day.
Look, you won't tell them, will you? I've had enough embarrassment for one day.
Good day? Weird day.
Just family stuff.
You want to talk about it? No, thank you.
How about you? Um oh, just trying to imagine my life after cake.
Take the money and run, Trudi.
That's what Richard says.
Well, he's got a point.
You've done nothing but work the last few years.
You could spend more time together.
Did he say that to you? No.
No, he didn't we don't talk about that kind of thing.
Hi.
Hi.
Hello.
How'd it go at the clinic? Er yeah, it was great, yeah I got my drugs.
All systems go.
You and Mark will make beautiful babies.
Yeah.
In a test tube.
- Don't look now.
The eagle has landed.
- My God, is that her? Hell, she is Young.
Thin.
Sexy.
- There they are.
- Oh.
Hello.
Hey! - Alice, this is - Let me guess.
Jessica, Trudi and you must be Katie.
Hello.
- Hi! - Oh Oh, give me a hug.
Hi.
Hello.
Hi, Katie, wow - Do you want me to spike her drink? - No! Stop it, I'm fine.
- Sure? - Mm-hm.
- She's lovely.
- Ok.
Ok, two French martinis, two bellinis and Jess? Sparkling water.
- I've used up my units this week.
- Your units? Yeah, I'm going to be spending thousands on IVF, so better give it my best shot.
Jess? I'm sorry.
I'm such a neurotic mess already! Oh, that's natural.
Do you remember when I was trying for Cathy? I was bla-la-la-la Are you feeling broody, Alice? Me? God, no.
I'm not even 30.
I've got at least ten years of freedom before I even have to think about it.
Or not.
Mm, quite right.
I like Alice.
Yeah, so I do.
- No, you don't.
- Yes, I do.
You're just pretending to like her because you have no choice.
What's not to like? She's sweet.
Yeah, but don't you think she's a bit picture perfect? She's from New York.
They're all picture perfect over there.
Oh, face it, Jessica.
We like her.
We like her more than we like you.
The lady protests.
It's only five minutes ago you were contemplating accepting a proposal from her intended.
Madness.
An aberration.
Man, you've changed.
The old Siobhan would have given her a run for her money.
Jess, I appreciate your hormonally-heightened support, but I'm not giving anyone a run for their money.
I had my chance and I gave it away.
Several times.
Dominic is marrying Alice, and I'm very, very happy for him.
There.
Can we all please just drop it? I made a few calls.
I've got a job interview lined up.
Good.
Was it ok at the clinic on your own? Yeah, it was fine.
When do you start? Tomorrow.
What? What if it doesn't work? It'll work.
And I'll be there at the next appointment.
With you.
Hm? Ok.
Er, Amy likes wholegrain mustard.
Since when? Latest fad.
No, just Amy.
Cathy's into mayonnaise now.
And Gina? A little cracked black pepper.
It'll be something else next week.
Wasabi or Why aren't you dressed for work? I am taking the day off.
I'm going to get the girls to school, have lunch with you.
- No way! - Social death.
I've got a school committee meeting at lunch time.
I thought everyone wanted to see more of me.
We do! But you never said.
Why don't you see if Katie's free for lunch? Cheer her up a bit.
Cheer her up? Hm.
Oh I thought she she didn't tell you? What? She found these letters up at the old house.
Between her father and his lover.
Oh, my God! And she told you that? No, no.
Well I was there.
Oh, of course.
Poor Katie.
Well, I'm glad you were there.
Right.
One mustard.
One Mayo.
One black pepper.
I really appreciate you giving me this chance.
I know we haven't always seen eye to eye.
We're lucky to have you on board.
Probably not as dynamic as you're used to.
But there's great opportunities here.
You could do very well for yourself.
Well, just tell me how.
Impress me.
Let's get you a headset.
Oh, my God.
It's him.
"I can't wait to meet you.
Mike.
" Two kisses.
Ugh! He sounds nice.
You don't think it's a good idea.
No.
I I think it's great.
- Then why are you doing that thing? - What thing? That thing with your forehead.
That worried look.
- Er - What? Oh, it's nothing.
It's just Richard told me he was with you yesterday when you found out about your dad.
Oh.
I mean, Katie, that must have been horrible for you.
I know how much your dad meant to you.
And I want you to know that although I'm not around a lot at the moment, you can call me any time.
Oh, I know.
I know.
And the only reason that I didn't was because I was trying to let it go, you know.
It's stupid self-help book advice.
Well, it's good advice.
After you've stayed up all night drinking and talking it over with your girlfriends.
Do you like it? Oh! Yeah, yeah.
It's very romantic.
Do you think it's a a good reflection of us? - Oh.
I hadn't really thought about that.
- Exactly.
Nobody thinks about it.
They just check the diary, say yes or no, then chuck the invitation in the bin.
Well, is it? A good reflection? Alice thinks it captures our essence.
I'd have been happy with an e-mail.
Did she choose your best man as well? Oh! Who is your best man? You? No, not a chance.
Why not? Because because it's so butch.
It's the last thing I'll ask of you.
I promise.
After that, I'll be out of your hair for good.
Hey.
Trude.
But it's your day off.
What? Don't you trust me? Um, let's not pull that thread.
These are the figures for the last quarter.
That's fine.
Hey.
Don't mind me.
I just have a few things to do.
- It'll be like I'm not even here.
Really.
- I should move.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
You sit right there.
In my chair.
I'm absolutely fine with it.
And you've been through these? That's it.
Thanks for coming in.
Find everything you need? Thank you.
Ready to talk numbers? No.
No? No.
No, I'm sorry.
Um Ok, you want to buy my cakes, my recipes, my brand, and own them forever.
And you want to sit in my chair.
And I don't think you can put a number on that.
I don't think you can afford me.
Will you excuse me? It's traditional to wait and hear the offer - even haggle a bit.
- I don't want to hear the offer.
Are you seriously pulling out? I am in love with this place.
I made it.
From nothing.
And I'm good at it.
I don't want to let it go.
It would have been professional to be more open about your reservations.
But we never had a deal.
I can pull out any time I want to Good luck, Trudi.
But you never spat in your hand.
- Would you like to try them on? - Hm.
Madam? Oh.
It's not mine.
It's not for me.
They're perfect, thank you.
I didn't actually want to wear a ring, but Alice insisted.
Dom, can I ask you something? As a friend.
Anything.
How well do you and Alice know each other? Intimately.
We're connected.
Right.
What? Having lots and lots of great sex, and knowing someone intimately is not the same thing as being connected.
Well, technically, I think you'll find that it is.
Stop being cute.
You know what I mean.
It doesn't last, all this friskiness.
What's going to keep you two together when you need Viagra and she's got a headache? Well, kids, obviously.
Yeah, well, I don't think children are high on her to-do list.
You don't know that.
You barely even know her.
Neither do you! Dominic, I'm worried about you, that you're rushing into things.
Why does it matter to you so much if I am? It matters, because you're my friend.
I know what this is really about.
You're jealous.
- That's ridiculous.
I'm not.
- Yes, you are.
You're jealous because Alice and I have a normal, happy, active sex life, whilst you, for some bizarre reason, decided to lock yourself away in a tower like some born-again virgin.
You're not supposed to talk to me like that.
And you are supposed to be happy for me.
I need you to be happy for me.
Why does it matter to you so much if I am? Because because you and I are friends.
Thank you.
A reasonable start.
But it's less about the smooth talking, Mark, and more about the targets.
- If you don't make the targets - I'll make the targets.
- You're going to be late for Mike.
- Bloody hell, mother.
Don't be nervous.
Remember, you're choosing him.
When I met Dale No, no, no, no.
Please.
No dating stories.
Oh, God.
Put that away.
- I can't bear looking at old photos.
- Why not? Vanity.
Vanity? But you look beautiful.
Better go.
Yes, we'd been together a couple of years and we decided to get married, you know.
It was a perfectly normal thing to do.
It all seemed to be going fine and you know, we had the same expectations as everybody else, and then then things started to go awry and her behaviour became shall we say, confused.
And it just got worse and worse until it wasn't going to get better.
The divorce was hard.
Worse for me.
But it happened.
Another bottle? Yes, please.
This is fun, isn't it? Lovely.
The thing is if I'd known she was bisexual I never would have proposed.
I mean, why would she not tell me that? Maybe I should have guessed.
Sorry.
We'd go to a party.
She'd be talking to everyone.
Flirting with everyone.
Well, flirting with everyone except me, of course.
I suppose it is amusing, isn't it? Oh, yes.
Um, only in a very sad way.
But we can't be sad for ever, can we? I mean, we have to move on, as they say because if you don't move on, you stay stuck.
In a rut.
And you don't move anywhere.
- And we wouldn't be here now, would we? - No.
Oh.
Hello.
Hi.
You're back.
Yes.
Well, I'm glad.
Because I I wanted to apologise for leading you on.
In business terms.
I mean, that's business speak.
Yes, it is.
Apology accepted.
Good.
Well, bye.
I've been thinking about the kind of investment you might need here.
Really? You're right to be proud of this place, Trudi.
You shouldn't sell it if it means that much to you.
But you should make it even better.
Thank you.
And I'd like to help you do that if you'll have me.
Of course I'll have you.
- Um, in business terms.
- Business terms.
Yeah.
Oh, come here.
Isn't this is a little bit unprofessional? Terribly.
Ok, good.
Ok.
Lamb dansak, pilau rice, poppadoms, peshwari naan, beer, whisky.
Happy stag.
Er, Alice and I ate at the hotel.
- Dom, I'm sorry.
- Please, I'd rather not talk No, I shouldn't have said those things.
-No.
No, you shouldn't.
Look, Alice she's amazing.
Ok? She's up for it, for having a laugh, for anything, and we want to be together.
Now, I respect the fact that you don't want that from anyone.
But I do.
I panicked.
About Elsa and I losing you from our lives again.
You're not going to lose me.
Ok.
Can we at least get absolutely langered? Ok.
Hiya.
Hey.
I didn't know you were planning something special.
I was sorry I couldn't spend the day with you.
Thank you.
- So, how was it? - How was what? Being a lady of leisure.
Oh, yeah, yeah, nice.
Oh, I had lunch with Katie.
Great! And then I went to the office.
And Chris Webb was there.
Mmm? And I decided not to sell.
Not to sell? You decided? Well, Chris is going to invest instead.
What do you think? Well, you know what I think.
How could you make a decision like this without speaking to me? Well, it just sort of happened.
Look, I think this could be good for us.
It'll free me up and I can be around more.
How can you expand the business and be around more? Oh, no.
I can hire someone, I can train them up, and then I can go in later, leave early.
Sorry, I don't get it, Trudi.
I thought you wanted to come home.
This morning you were all for it.
No-one needs me at home.
Yes, they do.
We all do.
And what's more, home used to make you happy.
I don't want to be a housewife again.
Well, did it ever occur to you that I might want to be more than a househusband? So get a job.
Get your career back on track.
We can't both have careers, Trudi.
I think the girls have suffered quite enough abandonment.
Are you accusing me of being a bad mother? No! No.
But this was a chance to go back to the way things were.
Selling homemade buns out of tupperware boxes.
And drinking cava out of plastic cups.
Things were easier.
And fun.
Things were awful! They weren't awful.
I But we were broke, Richard.
And we are not any more, thanks to the bakery.
Yes, and there would be no bakery if I wasn't here, making it possible for you to work every hour God sends.
- I know that.
- So this is it, is it? You get what you want and I get to be some kind of some kind of glorified nanny that shares your bed, the benefits being few and far between.
Why can't you be happy about this? Why can't you be proud of me? Because I never see you.
And when I do see you, you treat me like one of your staff.
What?! I do not! I do not treat you No, you're right.
You don't.
If you did, you'd treat me with more respect.
She got the snoring from you.
- What? - No.
From you.
Oh, boy.
Thanks.
Thanks for a great stag.
That's what your best woman's for.
I never thought you'd be my best woman.
Just thought you'd be my Hm.
Just goes to show you never can What are you doing? I don't know.
Ok, you you really are drunk.
For an irishwoman, you really can't hold your whisky.
Ohh Shit.
Richard? I won't let it take over our lives.
I promise.
It already has.
I'm going to change that.
You've done it now, Trudi, so just leave it.
You're going to work? Yeah, there's been a mix-up with an order and I have to go and sort it out.
I thought we'd go together.
Yes, I know, and I'm sorry.
Look, it'll only be for a few hours.
I will change there and I'll see you at the registry office.
- Did you want me to help you choose? - No, thank you.
There's a slight improvement here, Mark.
Keep keep trying.
Have you seen my ? Ah! I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
What was so great about memory Lane.
I didn't want you to find out.
God, I'm such an idiot.
I should have left that stupid letter in the house.
Or burned it, or I'm so sorry.
No, I'm the one who should be sorry.
I thought I'd sent her back all their mementoes.
You knew about this? When? When did you find out? How long? I knew from the start.
18 years.
18 years.
My entire childhood.
- You let me believe we were a family.
- We were.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
That's not a family.
That is a lie.
No wonder you can't look at all those photos.
We're all happy and smiling and it's all fake! You were happy.
We made sure of that.
God! I have been feeling so sorry for you, keeping this terrible secret, and you knew and you just put up with it! I'm sorry.
I did all I could to hide it from you.
Why? I had a right to know.
Katherine, my relationship with your father was private.
It was between us.
It was none of your business.
And, quite frankly, you had no right to read his correspondence.
He was my father! He was my husband! You were only a child.
My child.
You idolised him.
And I could never I would never damage that.
What about this damage, hm? You and me? - Good to go? - You tell me.
Yep.
You're good to go.
- Just here.
- Thanks.
Looking for Mark? Yeah.
Hi.
Um I'm his wife.
I bought him some new ties for the office because he's only got one.
Mark doesn't work here any more.
Well, he's only just started.
I fired him.
He has a problem with authority.
Mark is brilliant at his job.
He certainly thinks so.
God! Ooh! I thought we could seal the deal with something more hygienic than spitting.
Thank you.
Um, wedding, and I'm late.
Please tell me you've got it under control.
Not so much.
Chef's come down with swine flu, the van's broken down and I might have forgotten to order vanilla pods.
Do you have to go, Trudes? My husband will divorce me if I don't go! I can help.
You should go, be with Richard.
Seriously, I'll stay.
Ok, do you even know what a vanilla pod looks like? Um Yeah.
Ok.
Hello.
I can't come.
Yes, you can.
You have to come.
Look, I have no choice.
I've got no chef.
I don't care, Trudi.
We haven't been out on our own together since you started that bloody bakery.
Look, I'll get there.
It'll just be later.
Maybe you shouldn't bother coming at all! Look, I am sorry, Richard.
But it's just it's critical.
Critical?! Trudi, it's just cake! Um, look, I, um I'm not going to go to the wedding.
You can go.
Thank you.
All the same, I'd like to help.
If I could please ask you to stand to welcome the bride? Oh, I am sorry for stirring.
I just always thought he was your soul mate.
Oh, I've lots of soul mates.
You're my soul mate.
Aw! Come on, let's go and get trashed on free champagne.
Hang on.
I thought you were looking out for your units? I I don't feel ready for IVF.
But you seemed so set on it.
You started all the horrible drugs, and everything.
Yeah, I know.
I think that's part of it, you know? It's unnatural.
And it's expensive and there's no guarantees.
Yeah, but it's not like you don't have the money.
Oh, God, no.
We have the money.
Well, I know.
I'm just surprised.
You seem to have changed your mind overnight.
Look, I know what I'm doing, ok? Ok, everyone.
The first collection is in 20 minutes, so keep the pace up, yes? Yes, chef.
45 more seconds.
Trudes One more tablespoon of 85%.
Sifted.
Right.
Let me.
Look.
Watch.
There you go.
See? Very good.
So it only remains for me to say that Alice is the luckiest girl in the world.
Hear! Hear! Can we raise a glass, please, for the bride and groom? The bride and groom! Thank you.
- I kept this for you.
- Thank you.
That's thoughtful.
Nice speech.
Easy subject.
I do want all this, Dom.
I just don't know how to do it.
Do I get a go? Yes, of course.
Vol-au-vent? Liquids only, thanks.
Still no Trudi? Er, no.
Wow! That must be some cake crisis.
Hm.
She's not selling.
Oh.
You happy about that? I would appear to have very little to do with it.
We're not really talking.
I'm sorry.
She thinks I'm not proud of her, and I am incredibly proud of her.
It's just sometimes it feels like the cake comes first.
But tonight, Trudi's loss is your gain.
I've got a sitter till midnight and I intend to party.
Well, in that case, Richard, you've got yourself a partner in crime.
Don't be a stranger.
- You like to party? - Oh, yeah.
Hey, baby.
Nice wedding? Mm-hm.
Good day at work? Oh, yeah.
It's child's play, this nine-to-five lark.
I'll obviously be md in no time.
I didn't want to upset you.
A fight with your boss on your second day?! He was riling me, Jess.
It was some kind of power trip for him, and it was humiliating.
- No, this is humiliating! - Ok, listen.
Let's just calm down.
There's no need to worry.
This is me we're talking about.
- I've already sorted something else out.
- You're a liar! Why is it so hard for you to do one thing for me? Jess, you're overreacting.
Come on.
We're going to have a baby.
- Everything's going to be fine.
- We're not going to have a baby.
- I've cancelled the treatment.
- What?! This is chaos, Mark! Do you really think I could bring a child into this? I need some air.
Wait, Jess.
Listen, I'll get another job.
Tomorrow.
And I'll stick at it.
What's the point? You'll never make a dent in it, will you? No.
- No? - No! Jess, please don't leave me, Jess.
I know I don't deserve you, but I don't know what to do without you.
I I don't know what I'll do.
I'm just going for a walk.
I'm scared.
I'm not leaving you, Mark.
You're my husband and you're my husband.
Good night.
Good night.
Look at you, you're a mess! I'm the novice.
Whereas you you're really talented.
Sweat and tears.
That's not what I saw.
Well, you didn't do badly yourself.
I'm a fast learner, and I had a good teacher.
You could give classes.
Who's going to come and listen to me banging on about cake? I'd come, especially if you were wearing that dress.
Um I'd better phone Richard.
See if I've got time to toast the bride and groom.
There you are.
Should've worn my dancing shoes.
Sorry.
No.
Don't be.
I needed that.
She knew, Richard.
My mother.
She knew all along.
It's ok.
Take it.
No, no, no.
It's not important.
Hi, this is Richard.
Sorry I can't take your call at the moment You ok? Yeah.
Let's have our own toast.
Um, yeah.
You want to do the honours? You are a married man.
Twice.
Why didn't they just break up? They probably stayed together for you.
That's what we do, isn't it? Stick it out when we have children.
Make marital blind spots.
I always wanted to find someone just like him.
I don't even know who he was any more.
He was your dad.
Bit of a shagger, but still your dad.
How do you do that? What? Tell a completely inappropriate joke at an inappropriate time and somehow get it right? Hm.
I don't always get it right.
I'd better go.
Make sure she's ok.
- Bye.
- Bye.
We're not doing this.
I am not doing this.
I mean, look at us.
Sitting here Yep.
Dressed for a wedding.
Sipping champagne.
From a plastic cup.
- Are you ok? - Yeah.
I'm just Hey.
My carriage is about to turn into a pumpkin.
Um, thank you for staying with me.
Isn't this terribly unprofessional? A little.
But you look like you need a hug.
I do.
No, no, no.
Just a hug.
I'm sorry.
You were upset.
I, er What, you thought you'd kiss it better?! Yeah.
Chris Webb and me.
I don't know why I did it.
Is this about cash Shiobban? Is this why I've been excluded from your girls' nights out? We need to talk about this.
- I think I just agreed to a date.
- What's he like? Is he good-looking? - It's Richard.
- What? - Have you told her you borrowed ten grand? - I think it's time you left.
It's me again.
Don't hang op.
Do you still love Richard?